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Note: This chapter has sexual content in it, please skip ahead if you don't like NSFW stories. It's mild, but it's there.
"Harry.", she moaned.
It was not uncommon for teenagers to have a fantasy or two, to dream about people they're attracted to. Harry Potter was no exception, but lately, it felt to him like his body and mind were conspiring against him.
Even talking to her made him rock hard, which was ridiculous. She was not the first girl Harry had fantasized about, but ever since that one incident, all he can think of was her. The so-called "incident" was nothing huge, it was just her flying early in the morning. Harry was mesmerized by how her hair shined under the dim dawn sunlight.
He never really noticed how beautiful she really was before that moment, but once he sat down and thought hard about it, he realized what big of an idiot he was not to notice her before. He did justify himself by arguing she always wore baggy clothes, had wild hair and...
That image, that innocent image of his best friend's baby sister in baggy clothes, wild hair followed by her flowery smell, somehow became sexier and sexier by every passing second.
"Murder. Blood. Dead cats. Poop?", Harry muttered random words, which is what he usually does when he had an erection in public.
"It's a really bad habit.", Harry thought. "I am bloody lucky that Ron can't read my mind, I can't even imagine what he would do to me if he found out what I actually think of his sister..."
Harry groaned, nothing was working and he was so hard that it was literally hurting him at the moment. Harry admitted his defeat and slipped his hand into his boxers.
It was not very difficult for Harry to imagine what would happen if Ginny was here to help him. Or how amazing she looked when she rode a broomstick. Harry increased his pace, not able to resist it anymore, and a new image was created in his brain- it was weird but he likes the idea of fucking Ginny in the air, on his broom.
Little did he know it was highly impractical, but he couldn't help but think Ginny would be able to pull that off. She knows her way around those things. One thing led to another, one fantasy to another and he was finally done. He did not last very long when fantasy Ginny started fucking him. He liked the idea of losing control of her.
Once Harry was a little sober and was not at all thinking using his lower half, he said what he had heard himself say multiple times, sometimes on the same day,
"This is it, no improper images of Ginny Weasley are entering my head ever again."
