Fic for snarkysweetness - The (In)Appropriate Gift (Part 1)
To: snarkysweetness
Title: The (In)Appropriate Gift
Author:pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Fleur, Guest Appearance - Luna
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: ~14400
Summary: It’s the Christmas holiday of Ginny’s seventh year. Can she and Harry finally get over themselves and actually get together?
Author's Notes: I think I worked in all your requested winter elements. And I hope this is ‘smutty’ enough for you.
“Harry! What a nice surprise!”
Ginny kissed him - not chastely, but not too passionately either. After all, they were on Platform 9 and 3/4. Still, it was a warm kiss and her arms were around his neck.
Harry had taken off early from the last day of Auror training to meet her as she arrived home for the Christmas holidays. They weren’t exactly back together, but they were certainly not as distant as they had been right after the Battle of Hogwarts, either.
Harry glanced over and saw Ron kissing Hermione quite ardently, and she seemed to be returning his fervor. At least until his hands dropped onto her shapely posterior and squeezed it.
“Ron!” She snapped, her mouth open in disapproval. “We’re in public!”
“Well, it’s not like everyone doesn’t know we’re shagging,” he answered with what Harry figured Ron thought was a roguish smile.
“You...you don’t have to shout it out on the platform!” Hermione huffed. “Honestly, Ron!”
Ginny giggled and Harry sighed. Barely a minute had passed since the girls had detrained and Ron and Hermione were already bickering.
Still, Harry was forced to admit to himself that they were together in every way, including intimately. Harry took a furtive lustful glance at the lovely redhead in his arms and wished for the thousandth time since the battle that he could embarrass Ginny by telling a platform full of friends and strangers that they were shagging.
Ron and Hermione continued fussing as the four of them exited the platform and met Mr. Weasley and Bill at the car that the Ministry had loaned to Arthur. The four youths piled into the backseat, Harry and Ron in the middle, with their girl by the window. It was times like this that Harry could do without magic. If the backseat hadn’t been magically expanded, Ginny would be sitting in his lap.
She kissed his cheek often during the ride and would smile when he’d kiss hers. Hermione had apparently gotten over her snit and was snogging Ron rather fiercely, at least until his hand slipped into her jacket, and apparently into her blouse as well, and squeezed her breast.
“I’m going to hex you, Ronald Weasley,” Hermione growled. “Ron, please, stop! For God’s sake, your father and brother are in the front seat and neither is deaf or blind. There will be time for this at Grimmauld Place tonight. And more.” Her lips curled into a very enticing smile.
Ron pouted a little, but behaved the rest of the trip. Harry sighed inwardly, figuring, “I need to remind them to cast an Imperturbable Charm on their bedroom floor before they go to it.”
He looked at Ginny who had nodded off and was leaning on his shoulder, wishing that it could be her bedroom floor that he was Imperturbing.
It was snowing when they arrived at the Burrow. Ginny threw a snowball at the back of Harry’s neck as he was levitating her trunk inside. He turned and glared at her as the ice cold water leaked under his collar and down his back. She just laughed and gave him her best innocent look.
“It was Hermione,” she said, drawing a snort of derision from her friend.
“My hands are full, Ginny Weasley,” Hermione proclaimed.
“Aren’t you the best in the school with wandless magic?” Hermione snorted again as Ginny giggled.
Harry took her trunk up to her room as Ginny was hugged and fussed over by her mother. Hermione took hers to the Floo and charmed it over to Grimmauld Place, where she and Ron would spend the night. His mother would not let Ron and Hermione sleep together at the Burrow. In fact, other than Bill and Fleur who, of course, were married, she didn’t allow any of her sons and their partners to stay together there overnight.
Harry sat on Ginny’s bed, wondering if he’d ever be in a bed with Ginny. He was fairly certain that he was the only eighteen-year-old wizard in England who was still a virgin. It wasn’t that he didn’t get propositioned, sometimes several times a day, but he wasn’t interested in just sex. If he had been, he would have been able to have a different witch in bed with him every night since the battle.
No, he wanted Ginny. Wanted her in every way, including intimately. He wasn’t consciously ‘saving’ himself for her, but he wanted some romance, some true deep feelings with anyone that he was going to have sex with. And as delightful and beautiful as many of the witches were that offered themselves to him, it was simply for sex.
Ginny walked in and smiled at him.
“Making yourself at home are you, Harry?”
Harry blushed and sat up. He had absentmindedly stretched himself out on her bed. She had magically expanded it from a single into a nice queen size one before she went back to school.
“I’d be more comfortable if you were lying next to me.” Harry cringed inwardly at his boldness, expecting her to slap him.
Ginny blushed, but her smile didn’t fade.
“That’s a lovely thought, Harry, but all my brothers are here now, so Mum has requested your presence downstairs.”
She leaned over and kissed him.
“I like the idea of lying next to you, Harry. I really do.” Harry couldn’t stop his lips from stretching into a very pleased smile.
They went downstairs, meeting the usual stares and insinuations from her brothers. Harry blushed, Ginny just growled and ignored them.
Molly called the all women into the parlor for a few minutes to discuss who was bringing what for Christmas dinner, so Bill got up and stuck a sprig of mistletoe above the parlor archway.
“It’s magical mistletoe,” he said. “If the person you kiss is truly your soulmate, she’ll pull you in tight. If not, well, the kiss will just be perfunctory.”
Harry had never heard of magical mistletoe and wondered if Bill was simply having them on, until Percy spoke up.
“You realize, William,” he said in his ‘official’ voice, “that magical mistletoe is technically illegal in England. Where did you get it?”
“Last trip for Gringotts,” Bill answered. “Opened a tomb in Sweden. There were several sprigs growing on an oak tree at the entrance. The whole team took some.”
As the women arose from their chairs in the parlor, Bill said to them, “One at a time, if you please, ladies. Your gentleman will be claiming a kiss from you as you walk beneath the mistletoe.”
There was some giggling and tittering, as well as a harrumph from his mother.
“Honestly, Bill. This is hardly proper.”
“Oh, it’s Christmas, Mum,” he teased. “And, you’re first!”
Molly harrumphed again and stood under the mistletoe, then actually squealed as her husband planted a very firm, loving kiss on her plump lips. She couldn’t help it and wrapped her arms around him and began to return the kiss with a great deal of passion.
They ended the kiss, both blushing brightly as their children and their partners all whistled and hooted, then began applauding.
Bill licked his lips. “Fleur, my love. You’re next!”
Fleur slinked her way into the archway and posed saucily. Bill leaned over, kissed her and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and even raised her right leg and wrapped it around his left, displaying a generous portion of pale, extremely shapely thigh, as his hands fell to her curvaceous bottom.
Bill broke the kiss before his parents could complain or his brothers become to rowdy.
“You know I am yours, Beell,” Fleur whispered. “Pour tourjours.”
Alicia Spinnett was next and Charlie was a little nervous. He had moved back to England shortly after the battle and was working in a Welsh Green preserve in Wales. Angelina had set him up with her teammate Alicia some six months ago. He had known her at school of course, but she had only been a second-year when she tried out for the Gryffindor House team during Charlie’s seventh year.
They’d hit it off, and had been living together for nearly four months despite his mother’s disapproval. Of course, his mother disapproved of any of her sons living with a woman without the benefit of marriage, or at least an engagement ring.
Alicia smiled as Charlie bent to kiss her and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight to her muscular body. His brothers hooted and whistled as he cupped her muscular rear end.
Next was Audrey Chambers, who Harry didn’t really know. She was a slender, shapely brown-eyed brunette who worked directly for Kingsley Shacklebolt in the Minister of Magic’s office. He had only met her briefly a couple of times.
She stood in the archway, hands folded across her breasts, and gave Percy a look and a smirk. Harry had to admit that she was really very, very attractive.
“And why do I need to prove to your brothers that I love you? Answer me that, Percival Weasley.”
“It’s just to keep the prats happy, Audrey. I know you love me. Besides, you know how much you like my kisses.”
The kiss they exchanged left no doubt in anyone’s mind that the two of them were truly in love. Harry couldn’t help staring at Audrey’s prominent rear end since Percy’s hands were gripping it tightly.
Angelina was next and literally threw herself into George’s arms, pushing him up against the wall and snogging him thoroughly. George grabbed her bottom and pulled her to him. Their smiles afterwards left no doubt about their commitment, or as to what they would be doing later on that night.
Hermione harrumphed a bit as well, glaring a little at Bill. She was tentative at first responding to Ron’s kiss but she soon forgot her inhibitions, hugging him tightly and forcing her tongue into his mouth. She only backed off when Ron’s hands again fell to her shapely bum.
“Not in public, Ron! And certainly not in front of your family! Honestly, Ronald Weasley!”
Ginny walked in and stood under the mistletoe as George pushed Harry towards her. She grinned at him and licked her lips.
“Don’t you want to kiss me, Harry?”
Harry leaned over and kissed her softly, his hands on her shoulders. Ginny growled deep in her throat, then forced her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Harry became lost in the kiss and pulled her to him, pushing back at her tongue with his. Her one arm slipped up his back and her hand tangled in his unruly hair, as her other hand grabbed his belt and pulled him more tightly to her as she raised a leg and wrapped it around one of his.
At this point, Harry threw caution and commonsense to the winds, tangling one of his hands in her luxuriant red mane as the other dropped to her firm, muscular bottom and pulled her hips tightly to his. He groaned into her mouth as her hips made a slow circle on his swelling erection.
“Ahem!” Molly cleared her throat. “I...I think that’s enough of this foolishness. Ginevra Weasley! Enough!”
Ginny reluctantly pulled her lips away from Harry’s, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath and her eyes sparkling with pleasure and desire.
Harry had to catch his breath as well, but was smiling like the village idiot as he planted one more short, warm kiss on Ginny’s lips.
He looked over at the ‘audience’ and grinned. Ginny did as well.
Her mother looked put out, but her eyes were looking at her daughter and Harry with surprising tenderness. Her father was trying hard to stifle his chuckles.
Hermione, Angie and Fleur all had big smiles on their faces, Alicia and Audrey looked a little embarrassed but were also smiling.
Ginny’s brothers, though, did not look all that pleased, other than George, who gave the couple a subtle thumbs up and surprisingly Percy, who was just nodding thoughtfully.
“Watch that hand, Potter,” Charlie growled. “That’s my baby sister’s bum you’ve got it on.”
Harry tried to remove his hand, but Ginny grabbed his arm.
“And what concern is that of yours, Charles Weasley?”
Her look convinced Charlie to hold his tongue.
Everyone was saved further embarrassment when Molly announced that dinner was ready and asked Ginny to help her get it onto the table. While she was so occupied, the Weasley brothers surrounded Harry.
“I think we need a little talk, Harry,” Bill growled.
“About what?” Harry replied boldly. He had faced down Voldemort, he could handle the Weasley boys. Molly was a different story, but he’d deal with that when it happened.
“I think you know, Harry,” Charlie said somewhat harshly.
Ron piped up. “Ginny’s bum is hardly the proper place for your hands, Harry. Especially in public.”
“Rather hypocritical of you all, don’t you think?” Harry was not intimidated. “Especially you, Ron.”
Ron blushed, George snorted. The others simply frowned.
“Fleur is the only one who’s married,” Harry reminded them. “Unless you’re planning to announce it tonight, none of the rest of you are even engaged. Why should I need to treat my girlfriend any differently than you treat yours?”
“She’s our sister, Harry,” Percy said. “She’s innocent.”
He then glared at Harry.
“She is still innocent, isn’t she?”
“You’d best give the right answer, Harry,” Charlie growled, grinding his fist into the palm of his other hand.
Harry smirked. “Why not ask her?”
“Are you mental?” George laughed. “Us? Ask Ginny a question like that? We’d be picking bogies out of our hair for days.”
“I’m a gentleman. I’d never divulge a lady’s secrets,” Harry declared with a smile.
“What are you gits doing to Harry?” Ginny asked as she walked up to the group. “If you’re giving him ‘the Talk,’ I swear I’ll Bat Bogey the lot of you!”
“Just reminding him to treat you properly, Gin-Gin.” Bill smirked at his sister.
“Gin-Gin my arse. Call me that again, William Arthur Weasley, and Fleur will need to find another lover for a month. Come on, Harry. Dinner’s ready. Oh, I guess the rest of you prats can sit down as well.”
She took his arm and stuck her tongue out at her brothers.
“How mature.” George teased.
Dinner was delicious, as always. Ginny made a point of touching Harry every time she passed him something, smirking at whichever brother happened to frown. Her mother also had a look of disapproval on her face, but said nothing. Her father seemed bemused by the entire situation.
After dinner, the men, except Arthur, all took turns dragging their partner back under the mistletoe, not that any of the women put up much resistance. However, when Ron’s hands again fell onto Hermione’s shapely rear end, she broke the kiss and huffed at him.
“Honestly, Ron. How many times do I have to tell you not to do that to me in public? I’m going to Grimmauld Place, getting my trunk and Flooing to my parents!”
She tossed some Floo Powder into the fireplace and vanished, quickly followed by Ron.
While this was happening, Ginny dragged Harry under the mistletoe and proceeded to snog him passionately until her mother cleared her throat.
“Ginny! That’s enough of that, young woman! Honestly, what is it with you young witches these days?”
After another hour or so, the other couples began Flooing to their own homes, except Bill and Fleur who were staying over until Boxing Day. Charlie and Alicia were staying with George and Angelina in the flat that he had shared with Fred. Percy had his own flat and Audrey had been living with him for nearly two months.
Harry tried to Floo to Grimmauld Place, but found that it was sealed at the other end.
“Bugger! That means they’re probably doing it on the couch in the parlor. I’ll have to apparate to the park across the street and get in that way.”
He thanked Arthur and Molly for their hospitality, then grabbed his cloak to walk outside to the apparition point.
“I’ll go with you, Harry,” Ginny said, grabbing her own cloak.
“We’ll expect you back inside in five minutes, Ginny.” Her mother was trying to sound stern, but she couldn’t completely hide the warmth in her voice. She was truly delighted that Harry and Ginny seemed to be getting back together.
“Ten,” Ginny said as they went out the kitchen door.
When they reached the apparition point, Ginny again seized Harry’s lips in a searing kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry returned the kiss, groping under her cloak and letting his hands fall to her bum.
Breaking the kiss a couple of minutes later, Ginny smiled at him.
“Watch those hands, Potter.”
Harry’s mouth fell open, then he snorted as Ginny laughed and kissed him again.
“I love your hands on me, Harry. I really do.”
Harry’s heart began beating faster.
“Does this mean that we’re, well, you know. Back together?”
“We’ve never really been apart, Harry,” she said softly, kissing him tenderly. “I just needed some time to...to recover from all the horror and trauma from the last year.”
“I still have to get you a present,” Harry said, kissing her.
“I don’t need a present. Not when I have you!”
Harry’s heart almost burst out of his chest.
“Still, I want you to have something under the tree from me.”
“Alright,” she said rather shyly. “Please. Don’t go overboard like you did on my birthday.”
“You didn’t like your presents?” Harry tried not to sound hurt.
“I loved them, Harry, you know that. It...it just seemed like too much.”
Harry had gotten her an owl, and after she had finished kissing him breathless thanking him for it (all her brothers making disapproving sounds), he had handed her a second, totally unexpected gift. When Ginny opened the small box, Harry muttered an Expansion Charm and a Firebolt Supreme had appeared in her hands. She tried to refuse, but Harry said that the shop wouldn’t take it back, so she’d just have to use it.
“I like giving you things, Ginny.”
“I have you, that’s all I need.”
Harry pulled her close and meshed his lips to hers in a scorching kiss. Ginny returned his kisses fervently, her hands snaking under his shirt and stroking his chest and back. He slid a hand off her bum and up her side towards her breast, as her nails raked down his back.
“Ginny!” Her mother shouted from the kitchen door. “Don’t catch a chill! Don’t let Harry catch one, either!”
They reluctantly broke apart.
“I love you, Harry.”
Harry’s heart did burst out of his chest.
“I don’t deserve you, but I love you, too.”
She backed up a couple of steps, then grabbed a handful of snow and threw it in his face.
“No, you don’t,” she snickered. “But, you’re stuck with me I’m afraid.”
Harry wiped the snow from his glasses and growled lovingly at her.
“You can’t blame Hermione for that one. I’m going to get even with you for this, Weasley. Just you wait.”
“Big talk, Potter.” Ginny teased. “I’m a Chaser, remember? I can put the Quaffle through the hoop from ten yards while flying fifty miles per hour. I’ll see you tomorrow night, yes?”
“Of course. I love you, love you so much, Ginny.”
Harry concentrated and apparated away, arriving in the park across the street from Grimmauld Place seconds later. He cast the spell to make the townhouse appear, then spelled the door open.
He figured he’d best avoid the parlor in case Ron and Hermione actually were shagging on the couch, so he decided to go to the library to get something read before he went to sleep. He opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks.
Ron was stretched out naked on the library table with a nearly-naked Hermione straddling his hips. Only a pair of very small, pale pink knickers prevented Harry from seeing every bit of his best friend clearly. They left the top half of her incredibly enticing cheeks bare, and were so sheer that he could easily discern the rest of the cleft of her rear end. The only reason he didn’t actually see her vagina was that the crotch of her knickers was stained dark with her juices.
“Oh, bloody, buggering hell you two!”
Ron gasped as Hermione screamed and tried to cover her breasts with her arms. She wasn’t totally successful. Harry couldn’t help but notice that they were quite large and full and topped with very pretty brownish nipples.
“Bloody hell yourself, Harry,” Ron growled. “A little privacy, if you please.”
“Then remember to lock the bleeding door,” Harry shouted as he turned to leave. “You have a bloody bedroom, you know.”
He went to the parlor and sat down in a cushy chair, very similar to those that decorated the Gryffindor common room. He snapped for Kreacher and asked him for a shot of Firewhiskey. The old elf disappeared, then reappeared moments later with his drink.
“Anything else, Master Harry?”
“No, thank you, Kreacher. You can go to sleep now, if you’d like.”
“Kreacher has cleaning to do, he will sleep later. Perhaps tomorrow.”
Harry sighed as Kreacher vanished, then sighed again as a miffed Ron and a furiously blushing Hermione entered the room and sat on the couch.
“We’re sorry, Harry,” she said contritely.
“Why should we be sorry.” Ron complained. “He’s the one who walked in on us!”
“We shouldn’t have been doing it in the library, Ron. Harry is perfectly correct. We do have a bedroom here, you know.”
“I...I just couldn’t wait, Hermione,” Ron said. “Sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
Harry waved them off. “I understand. If I was Hermione’s boyfriend, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to wait, either.”
Hermione’s mouth gaped open as Ron laughed.
“Harry Potter!” She sputtered. “What...what has gotten into you? Are...are you and Ginny back together? I hope so. She’s talked about nothing else but you for the last four months. She loves you, she really does.”
“According to Ginny,” Harry told them with a smile, “we were never really apart. She just needed some time to herself to...to get over all the hurt and trauma. Her kisses tonight certainly made that clear. At least to me.” He smirked at Ron.
Ron scowled a bit. “Just remember, Harry, that she’s my sister. I expect you to treat her with respect.”
“I’d never treat her any other way, Ron, you know that. I’m sorry for walking in on you, but since the Floo was sealed, I assumed you two were doing it here in the parlor.”
He chuckled. “I never expected to find Hermione using a library table for anything other than reading, though.” Hermione blushed deeply.
“Loved the knickers,” Harry added, as Ron laughed again and Hermione’s mouth opened and closed in disbelief.
“You’re terrible, Harry. I hope you have a good memory, because I seriously doubt you’ll ever see them again. Well, not while I’m wearing them, anyway.” She finally giggled a little.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” Hermione asked.
“Who would I tell?” Harry replied. “You know I won’t. Get up to your room and don’t forget the Imperturbable Charm. Please!”
Harry went up to his bedroom an hour later, figuring they should be done, at least for the time being. A couple hours later, though, he was awakened by the rhythmic banging of their bed’s headboard against the wall and the occasional scrape of its legs along the floorboards. Obviously, they had forgotten to recast the Imperturbable.
Harry listened for a minute or two, then put his head under his pillow and cast a Muffliato on himself. He couldn’t help wishing that it was Ginny’s bed making the noise while he was in it with her, shagging her senseless as Ron was apparently doing to Hermione.
Harry awoke around eight the next morning to the sound of Ron and Hermione’s bed banging on the wall again. He sighed, cursing their inconsideration, but couldn’t help admiring their stamina.
As he dressed, trying to tune out the sounds of his best friends’ lovemaking, he suddenly and vividly recalled Hermione’s surprisingly shapely arse confined by the tiny knickers. Remembering how wonderfully firm and supple Ginny’s bum had felt in his hands, he made a snap decision that he would get Ginny a similar pair for Christmas. He was momentarily shocked at his forwardness, but thought, “He who hesitates is lost.”
He wanted to make it clear to Ginny that he desired her as more than just his girlfriend and figured sexy lingerie would be the easiest way to convey the message. Maybe he could suggest that she model it for him, and then who could predict what might happen. That is, if she didn’t Bat Bogey him instead. He felt himself getting aroused as he pictured what Ginny might look like wearing knickers like Hermione’s.
A couple of hours later, Harry Flooed to the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley. He walked down to where it met Knockturn Alley and went into the Wicked Witch Lingerie shop.
Harry felt himself blushing as he walked past the animated mannequins, many of them wearing knickers even tinier and sheerer than the pair he’d seen on Hermione. In this particular shop, the mannequins were charmed to look very lifelike and Harry became even more embarrassed as he felt himself becoming aroused.
He found the knickers section and gawked a bit at the mannequin that was wearing a pair very similar to what Hermione had been wearing, but in a light blue rather than pink. Harry knew that red was Ginny’s favorite color, although she’d tease him sometimes saying it was green because it reminded her of his eyes.
As Harry gingerly picked up a couple of pairs and looked at them, it suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea what size knickers Ginny wore. He certainly couldn’t ask her, and if he asked Hermione if she knew, he was afraid that she might let slip to Ginny what he was planning to give her for her present.
He was standing there pondering when he heard a familiar voice.
“Why, Harry Potter,” Luna said in her sweet, high voice. “Whatever are you doing here?”
“Oh, er, um, hi, Luna.” Harry knew he was blushing.
She looked at the knickers he was holding and smiled.
“I don’t think those will fit you very well, Harry. The large sizes are down at the other end of the counter.”
Harry sputtered. “It, them, they...they aren’t for me, Luna!”
“Oh, well, that’s reassuring. Here I was afraid all those scandalous rumors about you and Draco Malfoy might be true.”
“What rumors?” Harry demanded. “Oh, never mind. It’s nice to see you, Luna.”
She gave him a soft hug.
“So, who are you buying them for?”
Harry looked closely at the pretty blond witch in front of him. She was wearing a fairly tight skirt and blouse, rather than the baggy clothes she usually seemed to prefer.
“Ah, well, Ginny, of course. Umm, Luna, you...you look about the same size. What size, oh, Merlin, this is embarrassing.”
She didn’t blush or even blink. “What size knickers do I wear? Well, here. Check for yourself.”
Before Harry could say anything, Luna had turned around and raised the back of her skirt. Harry cursed as he felt himself react to the sight of Luna’s very shapely, very pale rear end encased in almost the exact same style of knickers that Hermione had been wearing last night in the library, only hers were a pale yellow.
“Luna!”
“There’s a tag on the inside of the waistband, Harry.”
“I...I can’t do that while you’re wearing them!”
“Oh, would you like me to take them off?” She slipped her thumbs under the waistband.
Harry nearly panicked.
“No, no, that’s alright. I...I’ll look.”
Carefully avoiding slipping his finger into Luna’s all-too-inviting cleft, he tried to pull the waistband out without actually touching her skin, but it was impossible. Her skin was warm, very soft and smooth. He resisted the sudden urge to pull the knickers down to her ankles and roger her on the spot.
“Ahh, thirty. Thank...thank you, Luna.”
“Oh, you’re welcome.” Luna smiled as she let her skirt drop back down. “I think the red will suit Ginny very well, but you know, it’s customary to buy a matching brassiere to go along with the knickers.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t know that. Umm, would you have any idea about Ginny’s size?”
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Go ahead and squeeze and see if they feel like Ginny’s.”
“Luna!” Harry looked around nervously, praying that no one was watching. He tried to pull his hands away, but Luna held them to her breasts with surprising strength.
“If you’re not sure, we could go into a changing room and you could feel them under my blouse. I’m not sure I’d be comfortable letting you under my bra, though. Then again, you are a good friend, so it would probably be alright.”
Harry knew if that if they actually followed through on her suggestion that he’d ravish her to within an inch of her life.
Harry went ahead and squeezed. Luna’s breasts felt quite full and firm. Harry had only touched Ginny’s breasts a couple of times back in the spring of his sixth year during those glorious few weeks they’d be so close. She had grown, there was no doubt about that, but then, so had Luna. She was an inch or two taller than Ginny but her build looked quite similar.
“I...I guess they’re about the same. I...I haven’t felt Ginny’s tits, er, boobs, er, breasts for well over a year, though, Luna.”
“You’re not lovers?” Luna sounded amazed.
“No,” Harry sighed. “I’d like to be her lover, of course I would.”
“You and Hermione? You were alone with her for several weeks, right?”
“No, of course not, Luna!” Harry wanted to be offended, but Luna was hardly the first person who’d asked him about that. And it was almost impossible for him to be mad at Luna in any case.
“You’ve never made love to a witch?”
“No, never,” Harry confessed.
“Would you like to make love to me. You know, so your first time with Ginny isn’t quite such a surprise?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“Er, well, that’s very sweet of you Luna, but, well, I couldn’t do that to you.”
“Oh, well, it’s not like you’d be my first. I mean, I haven’t done it all that much, but I think I’d enjoy making love to you. We can cast a silencing charm on one of the changing rooms. Sex really is a lot of fun, Harry!”
Harry tried not to laugh at Luna’s enthusiasm. He was sorely tempted, Luna was very pretty and had matured most appealingly from when he’d first gotten to know her during his fifth year. However, he knew Ginny would Bat Bogey him if he shagged Luna, who was probably her best friend other than Hermione.
“It’s a wonderful offer, Luna, really, it is. But, well, I just want Ginny. I like you, you know I do, but I wouldn’t feel right making love to you.”
“Well, I’m fairly certain I could make you feel alright by the time we were finished,” Luna said confidently. “But, I guess I understand. So, are my tits about the same?”
“Ah, yes, pretty much so, I think.”
“Actually, I think Ginny might be a cup size bigger than me,” Luna muttered, feeling her breasts. “That would make her a 34C.”
“You’ve felt Ginny’s breasts before?”
“A couple of times, yes.”
“When? Where? Why?” Harry was gobsmacked. Is that why Ginny hadn’t had sex with him? She liked Luna better?
“Oh, when we were hiding out in the Room of Requirement. We could never get the room to give us more than one shower stall, so we had to shower together. We kind of egged each other into washing one another. We were just being silly.”
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
Luna took his hand. “Ginny doesn’t swing that way. Neither do I. Well, at least I don’t think I do. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to make love to me, Harry?”
“I’d like to,” Harry admitted. “But, I just don’t think I could. I’m sure it would be wonderful, but I just feel like I should save myself for Ginny.”
“Well, I’m fairly certain she feels the same way,” Luna said. “She’s about the only witch in our year who’s still a virgin. A lot of girls gave up their virginity last year as a protest against all the restrictions. I didn’t do it then, but most girls told me that as a form of protest, sex has a lot to recommend it.”
Harry couldn’t keep from chuckling at he felt his face redden.
“I wish I’d been there to enjoy it, Luna. I really do.”
She surprised him with a quick, soft kiss.
“I wish you’d been able to be there as well, Harry. Not because of the sex, but because it would have meant that Voldemort was gone.”
Luna suggested that Harry buy Ginny a demi-brassiere. When he asked why, she charmed her blouse open and showed him the one she was wearing. Harry had to resist the sudden urge to bend over and suckle her perky pink nipples that were peeking out of the top of the scrap of lace and silk that Luna was wearing.
“I think Ginny’s are prettier,” Luna said as she idly played with her nipples for a few moments then charmed her blouse closed. “You will let me know what you think once you see hers, won’t you?”
Harry just nodded. As usual, Luna had simply left him speechless.
Luna gave him another quick, soft kiss and Harry went to pay for his present. Luna picked out several pairs of knickers and bras for herself, thinking, “I’m sure Rolf will like these.”
She thought back to August and meeting Rolf in Sweden where he was Snorkack hunting with his grandfather, Newt Scamander. They were immediately attracted to each other and Luna had happily and enthusiastically yielded her virginity to him barely a week after they had met.
She made love to him several times before she had to return to school. There, she had a few very, very enjoyable lovemaking sessions with Justin Finch-Fletchley, and a truly fabulous one with Neville. She very much enjoyed sexual intercourse and had thought that perhaps she’d indulge in it with a few other men, but since Harry had turned her down, she decided then and there that she should be faithful to Rolf. She would prove it to him when he arrived tomorrow.
She went across the street to The Gentlewizard’s Accessories shop to get something for her father and spotted Ginny hesitantly examining various articles of wizard’s underwear.
“Hello, Ginny.”
Ginny blushed and quickly hid something behind her.
“Oh, er, hi, Luna. It’s nice to see you. What...what are you doing here?”
“Buying a gift for my father.”
“You buy your father underwear?” Ginny knew Luna was different, but didn’t think she was that different.
“What?” Luna looked confused. “My father is a grown wizard, Ginny. He buys his own underwear. I’m just cutting through here to get to the hats.”
She then smiled at her friend. “Who are you buying underwear for, hmm?”
Ginny sputtered. “No one! That is, well, not my father. No, and none of my brothers, either!”
“Harry, maybe?” Luna’s smile grew larger and warmer.
“Er, um, yes,” Ginny whispered.
She brought her hand out from behind her back and showed Luna a pair of very small, low riding briefs in emerald green.
“I love the color,” Luna said. “I guess you know whether or not his, ahh, you know, his penis will fit in them, don’t you.”
Ginny blushed redder. “How would I know that, Luna.”
“You and Harry? You...you really haven’t, you know, made love?” Luna had figured Harry was simply being faithful to Ginny when he turned down her offer of sex which was why she’d decided to be faithful to Rolf from now on.
“No, of course not,” Ginny snapped. She quickly apologized.
“I...I didn’t mean to snap. I...I want to Luna, good gods, I want to. I’m hoping these will sort of tell Harry that I’m open to his advances. I...I just can’t throw myself at him like I did my fifth year.”
Luna pulled her into a hug as Ginny sniffled a little.
“I love him so much,” Ginny cried.
“I’m sure he loves you just as much,” Luna assured her. “But, Harry’s always been so shy. You may need to give him some not-so-subtle suggestions, you know.”
“What’s it like, Luna? Making love. Is...is it as wonderful as it seems in all those cheesy romance novels?”
Luna hugged Ginny tighter. “It’s so much better that I can’t put it into words. Don’t deprive yourself any longer, Ginny.”
Luna’s tender encouragement gave Ginny the courage to actually buy the briefs. When she got home, she quickly went upstairs to her room and wrapped the box, hiding it under her bed with the rest of the gifts she’d bought. Her mother would ground her for the rest of her life if she knew that she’d bought underwear for Harry.
Harry wrapped his gift back at Grimmauld Place and took it, along with the gifts he’d gotten for everyone else, with him when he Flooed to the Burrow for dinner that night and put it under the tree.
“Can I open it now?” Ginny asked with a soft, teasing kiss. “I’ll be very, ahh, grateful.” She pressed her body tightly to Harry’s.
“Ginevra Weasley! Stop that! Honestly!” Her mother frowned at her. Ginny looked contrite, then subtly licked her lips at Harry.
Harry and Ginny managed to find enough privacy to snog a bit, but Ginny’s mother kept calling her to come help her with various chores. A couple of hours after dinner, Harry took his leave and Ginny kissed him quite passionately as he prepared to Floo to Grimmauld Place.
“Come over for breakfast tomorrow, Harry,” she asked, her smile bright and inviting. “It’s Christmas Eve. We can go ice skating. The pond is really frozen solid.”
“I...I don’t know how.”
“Well, it’s time you learned. I think there’s a pair of Fred’s old skates in his room that should fit you.”
“I couldn’t.” Harry demurred.
“He’d want you to. I want you to.”
They were both surprised when Molly spoke up. “I’m sure Fred would want you to use them, Harry. I’d like you to.”
Harry Flooed to Grimmauld Place and went to the kitchen to have a cup of tea before bed. While he was sitting at the table, Hermione entered wearing a very clingy silk robe. Harry cursed under his breath as he became aroused and his imagination took naughty flight.
“She’s my best friend. She’s shagging my best mate. She’s almost like my sister. I don’t like her that way. Nope, no good. I’d still like to bend her over the table and shag her senseless.”
“Hello, Harry,” Hermione said as she got a couple bottles of Butterbeer from the icebox. “I apologize again for last night.”
Harry was glad that she wasn’t a Ligilmens. “It’s alright, Hermione. As I said, I loved the knickers.”
Harry looked at her a little wistfully. She came over and sat next to him and took his hand.
“Yes, Harry,” she said with a loving smile. “I thought about it - sleeping with you - after Ron left us.”
“Er, you did? Really?” Harry knew he was blushing.
“Yes.” She sniggered softly. “Are trying to tell me that it didn’t cross your mind?”
Harry sighed, then smiled shyly. “Of course it did. You’re such a good friend, Hermione. Promise we’ll always be friends.”
Hermione surprised him as she leaned in and gave his a short, sweet kiss.
“Always, Harry,” she promised. “I do love him - Ron, prat that he is sometimes. Ginny loves you, too, Harry, never doubt it. Don’t let her slip away. Don’t worry, I’ll cast the Imperturbable Charm as soon as I get back to the bedroom.”
As she walked to the kitchen door Harry couldn’t help admiring the sway of her hips under the clingy robe.
“What color are your knickers tonight?”
She turned her head over her shoulder and gave him a sexy smile.
“I’m not wearing any knickers.”
Harry groaned as he felt himself harden more. Hermione laughed, wiggled her bum at him and left.
To continue to part 2…
Title: The (In)Appropriate Gift
Author:pettybureaucrat
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Fleur, Guest Appearance - Luna
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: ~14400
Summary: It’s the Christmas holiday of Ginny’s seventh year. Can she and Harry finally get over themselves and actually get together?
Author's Notes: I think I worked in all your requested winter elements. And I hope this is ‘smutty’ enough for you.
“Harry! What a nice surprise!”
Ginny kissed him - not chastely, but not too passionately either. After all, they were on Platform 9 and 3/4. Still, it was a warm kiss and her arms were around his neck.
Harry had taken off early from the last day of Auror training to meet her as she arrived home for the Christmas holidays. They weren’t exactly back together, but they were certainly not as distant as they had been right after the Battle of Hogwarts, either.
Harry glanced over and saw Ron kissing Hermione quite ardently, and she seemed to be returning his fervor. At least until his hands dropped onto her shapely posterior and squeezed it.
“Ron!” She snapped, her mouth open in disapproval. “We’re in public!”
“Well, it’s not like everyone doesn’t know we’re shagging,” he answered with what Harry figured Ron thought was a roguish smile.
“You...you don’t have to shout it out on the platform!” Hermione huffed. “Honestly, Ron!”
Ginny giggled and Harry sighed. Barely a minute had passed since the girls had detrained and Ron and Hermione were already bickering.
Still, Harry was forced to admit to himself that they were together in every way, including intimately. Harry took a furtive lustful glance at the lovely redhead in his arms and wished for the thousandth time since the battle that he could embarrass Ginny by telling a platform full of friends and strangers that they were shagging.
Ron and Hermione continued fussing as the four of them exited the platform and met Mr. Weasley and Bill at the car that the Ministry had loaned to Arthur. The four youths piled into the backseat, Harry and Ron in the middle, with their girl by the window. It was times like this that Harry could do without magic. If the backseat hadn’t been magically expanded, Ginny would be sitting in his lap.
She kissed his cheek often during the ride and would smile when he’d kiss hers. Hermione had apparently gotten over her snit and was snogging Ron rather fiercely, at least until his hand slipped into her jacket, and apparently into her blouse as well, and squeezed her breast.
“I’m going to hex you, Ronald Weasley,” Hermione growled. “Ron, please, stop! For God’s sake, your father and brother are in the front seat and neither is deaf or blind. There will be time for this at Grimmauld Place tonight. And more.” Her lips curled into a very enticing smile.
Ron pouted a little, but behaved the rest of the trip. Harry sighed inwardly, figuring, “I need to remind them to cast an Imperturbable Charm on their bedroom floor before they go to it.”
He looked at Ginny who had nodded off and was leaning on his shoulder, wishing that it could be her bedroom floor that he was Imperturbing.
It was snowing when they arrived at the Burrow. Ginny threw a snowball at the back of Harry’s neck as he was levitating her trunk inside. He turned and glared at her as the ice cold water leaked under his collar and down his back. She just laughed and gave him her best innocent look.
“It was Hermione,” she said, drawing a snort of derision from her friend.
“My hands are full, Ginny Weasley,” Hermione proclaimed.
“Aren’t you the best in the school with wandless magic?” Hermione snorted again as Ginny giggled.
Harry took her trunk up to her room as Ginny was hugged and fussed over by her mother. Hermione took hers to the Floo and charmed it over to Grimmauld Place, where she and Ron would spend the night. His mother would not let Ron and Hermione sleep together at the Burrow. In fact, other than Bill and Fleur who, of course, were married, she didn’t allow any of her sons and their partners to stay together there overnight.
Harry sat on Ginny’s bed, wondering if he’d ever be in a bed with Ginny. He was fairly certain that he was the only eighteen-year-old wizard in England who was still a virgin. It wasn’t that he didn’t get propositioned, sometimes several times a day, but he wasn’t interested in just sex. If he had been, he would have been able to have a different witch in bed with him every night since the battle.
No, he wanted Ginny. Wanted her in every way, including intimately. He wasn’t consciously ‘saving’ himself for her, but he wanted some romance, some true deep feelings with anyone that he was going to have sex with. And as delightful and beautiful as many of the witches were that offered themselves to him, it was simply for sex.
Ginny walked in and smiled at him.
“Making yourself at home are you, Harry?”
Harry blushed and sat up. He had absentmindedly stretched himself out on her bed. She had magically expanded it from a single into a nice queen size one before she went back to school.
“I’d be more comfortable if you were lying next to me.” Harry cringed inwardly at his boldness, expecting her to slap him.
Ginny blushed, but her smile didn’t fade.
“That’s a lovely thought, Harry, but all my brothers are here now, so Mum has requested your presence downstairs.”
She leaned over and kissed him.
“I like the idea of lying next to you, Harry. I really do.” Harry couldn’t stop his lips from stretching into a very pleased smile.
They went downstairs, meeting the usual stares and insinuations from her brothers. Harry blushed, Ginny just growled and ignored them.
Molly called the all women into the parlor for a few minutes to discuss who was bringing what for Christmas dinner, so Bill got up and stuck a sprig of mistletoe above the parlor archway.
“It’s magical mistletoe,” he said. “If the person you kiss is truly your soulmate, she’ll pull you in tight. If not, well, the kiss will just be perfunctory.”
Harry had never heard of magical mistletoe and wondered if Bill was simply having them on, until Percy spoke up.
“You realize, William,” he said in his ‘official’ voice, “that magical mistletoe is technically illegal in England. Where did you get it?”
“Last trip for Gringotts,” Bill answered. “Opened a tomb in Sweden. There were several sprigs growing on an oak tree at the entrance. The whole team took some.”
As the women arose from their chairs in the parlor, Bill said to them, “One at a time, if you please, ladies. Your gentleman will be claiming a kiss from you as you walk beneath the mistletoe.”
There was some giggling and tittering, as well as a harrumph from his mother.
“Honestly, Bill. This is hardly proper.”
“Oh, it’s Christmas, Mum,” he teased. “And, you’re first!”
Molly harrumphed again and stood under the mistletoe, then actually squealed as her husband planted a very firm, loving kiss on her plump lips. She couldn’t help it and wrapped her arms around him and began to return the kiss with a great deal of passion.
They ended the kiss, both blushing brightly as their children and their partners all whistled and hooted, then began applauding.
Bill licked his lips. “Fleur, my love. You’re next!”
Fleur slinked her way into the archway and posed saucily. Bill leaned over, kissed her and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and even raised her right leg and wrapped it around his left, displaying a generous portion of pale, extremely shapely thigh, as his hands fell to her curvaceous bottom.
Bill broke the kiss before his parents could complain or his brothers become to rowdy.
“You know I am yours, Beell,” Fleur whispered. “Pour tourjours.”
Alicia Spinnett was next and Charlie was a little nervous. He had moved back to England shortly after the battle and was working in a Welsh Green preserve in Wales. Angelina had set him up with her teammate Alicia some six months ago. He had known her at school of course, but she had only been a second-year when she tried out for the Gryffindor House team during Charlie’s seventh year.
They’d hit it off, and had been living together for nearly four months despite his mother’s disapproval. Of course, his mother disapproved of any of her sons living with a woman without the benefit of marriage, or at least an engagement ring.
Alicia smiled as Charlie bent to kiss her and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight to her muscular body. His brothers hooted and whistled as he cupped her muscular rear end.
Next was Audrey Chambers, who Harry didn’t really know. She was a slender, shapely brown-eyed brunette who worked directly for Kingsley Shacklebolt in the Minister of Magic’s office. He had only met her briefly a couple of times.
She stood in the archway, hands folded across her breasts, and gave Percy a look and a smirk. Harry had to admit that she was really very, very attractive.
“And why do I need to prove to your brothers that I love you? Answer me that, Percival Weasley.”
“It’s just to keep the prats happy, Audrey. I know you love me. Besides, you know how much you like my kisses.”
The kiss they exchanged left no doubt in anyone’s mind that the two of them were truly in love. Harry couldn’t help staring at Audrey’s prominent rear end since Percy’s hands were gripping it tightly.
Angelina was next and literally threw herself into George’s arms, pushing him up against the wall and snogging him thoroughly. George grabbed her bottom and pulled her to him. Their smiles afterwards left no doubt about their commitment, or as to what they would be doing later on that night.
Hermione harrumphed a bit as well, glaring a little at Bill. She was tentative at first responding to Ron’s kiss but she soon forgot her inhibitions, hugging him tightly and forcing her tongue into his mouth. She only backed off when Ron’s hands again fell to her shapely bum.
“Not in public, Ron! And certainly not in front of your family! Honestly, Ronald Weasley!”
Ginny walked in and stood under the mistletoe as George pushed Harry towards her. She grinned at him and licked her lips.
“Don’t you want to kiss me, Harry?”
Harry leaned over and kissed her softly, his hands on her shoulders. Ginny growled deep in her throat, then forced her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Harry became lost in the kiss and pulled her to him, pushing back at her tongue with his. Her one arm slipped up his back and her hand tangled in his unruly hair, as her other hand grabbed his belt and pulled him more tightly to her as she raised a leg and wrapped it around one of his.
At this point, Harry threw caution and commonsense to the winds, tangling one of his hands in her luxuriant red mane as the other dropped to her firm, muscular bottom and pulled her hips tightly to his. He groaned into her mouth as her hips made a slow circle on his swelling erection.
“Ahem!” Molly cleared her throat. “I...I think that’s enough of this foolishness. Ginevra Weasley! Enough!”
Ginny reluctantly pulled her lips away from Harry’s, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath and her eyes sparkling with pleasure and desire.
Harry had to catch his breath as well, but was smiling like the village idiot as he planted one more short, warm kiss on Ginny’s lips.
He looked over at the ‘audience’ and grinned. Ginny did as well.
Her mother looked put out, but her eyes were looking at her daughter and Harry with surprising tenderness. Her father was trying hard to stifle his chuckles.
Hermione, Angie and Fleur all had big smiles on their faces, Alicia and Audrey looked a little embarrassed but were also smiling.
Ginny’s brothers, though, did not look all that pleased, other than George, who gave the couple a subtle thumbs up and surprisingly Percy, who was just nodding thoughtfully.
“Watch that hand, Potter,” Charlie growled. “That’s my baby sister’s bum you’ve got it on.”
Harry tried to remove his hand, but Ginny grabbed his arm.
“And what concern is that of yours, Charles Weasley?”
Her look convinced Charlie to hold his tongue.
Everyone was saved further embarrassment when Molly announced that dinner was ready and asked Ginny to help her get it onto the table. While she was so occupied, the Weasley brothers surrounded Harry.
“I think we need a little talk, Harry,” Bill growled.
“About what?” Harry replied boldly. He had faced down Voldemort, he could handle the Weasley boys. Molly was a different story, but he’d deal with that when it happened.
“I think you know, Harry,” Charlie said somewhat harshly.
Ron piped up. “Ginny’s bum is hardly the proper place for your hands, Harry. Especially in public.”
“Rather hypocritical of you all, don’t you think?” Harry was not intimidated. “Especially you, Ron.”
Ron blushed, George snorted. The others simply frowned.
“Fleur is the only one who’s married,” Harry reminded them. “Unless you’re planning to announce it tonight, none of the rest of you are even engaged. Why should I need to treat my girlfriend any differently than you treat yours?”
“She’s our sister, Harry,” Percy said. “She’s innocent.”
He then glared at Harry.
“She is still innocent, isn’t she?”
“You’d best give the right answer, Harry,” Charlie growled, grinding his fist into the palm of his other hand.
Harry smirked. “Why not ask her?”
“Are you mental?” George laughed. “Us? Ask Ginny a question like that? We’d be picking bogies out of our hair for days.”
“I’m a gentleman. I’d never divulge a lady’s secrets,” Harry declared with a smile.
“What are you gits doing to Harry?” Ginny asked as she walked up to the group. “If you’re giving him ‘the Talk,’ I swear I’ll Bat Bogey the lot of you!”
“Just reminding him to treat you properly, Gin-Gin.” Bill smirked at his sister.
“Gin-Gin my arse. Call me that again, William Arthur Weasley, and Fleur will need to find another lover for a month. Come on, Harry. Dinner’s ready. Oh, I guess the rest of you prats can sit down as well.”
She took his arm and stuck her tongue out at her brothers.
“How mature.” George teased.
Dinner was delicious, as always. Ginny made a point of touching Harry every time she passed him something, smirking at whichever brother happened to frown. Her mother also had a look of disapproval on her face, but said nothing. Her father seemed bemused by the entire situation.
After dinner, the men, except Arthur, all took turns dragging their partner back under the mistletoe, not that any of the women put up much resistance. However, when Ron’s hands again fell onto Hermione’s shapely rear end, she broke the kiss and huffed at him.
“Honestly, Ron. How many times do I have to tell you not to do that to me in public? I’m going to Grimmauld Place, getting my trunk and Flooing to my parents!”
She tossed some Floo Powder into the fireplace and vanished, quickly followed by Ron.
While this was happening, Ginny dragged Harry under the mistletoe and proceeded to snog him passionately until her mother cleared her throat.
“Ginny! That’s enough of that, young woman! Honestly, what is it with you young witches these days?”
After another hour or so, the other couples began Flooing to their own homes, except Bill and Fleur who were staying over until Boxing Day. Charlie and Alicia were staying with George and Angelina in the flat that he had shared with Fred. Percy had his own flat and Audrey had been living with him for nearly two months.
Harry tried to Floo to Grimmauld Place, but found that it was sealed at the other end.
“Bugger! That means they’re probably doing it on the couch in the parlor. I’ll have to apparate to the park across the street and get in that way.”
He thanked Arthur and Molly for their hospitality, then grabbed his cloak to walk outside to the apparition point.
“I’ll go with you, Harry,” Ginny said, grabbing her own cloak.
“We’ll expect you back inside in five minutes, Ginny.” Her mother was trying to sound stern, but she couldn’t completely hide the warmth in her voice. She was truly delighted that Harry and Ginny seemed to be getting back together.
“Ten,” Ginny said as they went out the kitchen door.
When they reached the apparition point, Ginny again seized Harry’s lips in a searing kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry returned the kiss, groping under her cloak and letting his hands fall to her bum.
Breaking the kiss a couple of minutes later, Ginny smiled at him.
“Watch those hands, Potter.”
Harry’s mouth fell open, then he snorted as Ginny laughed and kissed him again.
“I love your hands on me, Harry. I really do.”
Harry’s heart began beating faster.
“Does this mean that we’re, well, you know. Back together?”
“We’ve never really been apart, Harry,” she said softly, kissing him tenderly. “I just needed some time to...to recover from all the horror and trauma from the last year.”
“I still have to get you a present,” Harry said, kissing her.
“I don’t need a present. Not when I have you!”
Harry’s heart almost burst out of his chest.
“Still, I want you to have something under the tree from me.”
“Alright,” she said rather shyly. “Please. Don’t go overboard like you did on my birthday.”
“You didn’t like your presents?” Harry tried not to sound hurt.
“I loved them, Harry, you know that. It...it just seemed like too much.”
Harry had gotten her an owl, and after she had finished kissing him breathless thanking him for it (all her brothers making disapproving sounds), he had handed her a second, totally unexpected gift. When Ginny opened the small box, Harry muttered an Expansion Charm and a Firebolt Supreme had appeared in her hands. She tried to refuse, but Harry said that the shop wouldn’t take it back, so she’d just have to use it.
“I like giving you things, Ginny.”
“I have you, that’s all I need.”
Harry pulled her close and meshed his lips to hers in a scorching kiss. Ginny returned his kisses fervently, her hands snaking under his shirt and stroking his chest and back. He slid a hand off her bum and up her side towards her breast, as her nails raked down his back.
“Ginny!” Her mother shouted from the kitchen door. “Don’t catch a chill! Don’t let Harry catch one, either!”
They reluctantly broke apart.
“I love you, Harry.”
Harry’s heart did burst out of his chest.
“I don’t deserve you, but I love you, too.”
She backed up a couple of steps, then grabbed a handful of snow and threw it in his face.
“No, you don’t,” she snickered. “But, you’re stuck with me I’m afraid.”
Harry wiped the snow from his glasses and growled lovingly at her.
“You can’t blame Hermione for that one. I’m going to get even with you for this, Weasley. Just you wait.”
“Big talk, Potter.” Ginny teased. “I’m a Chaser, remember? I can put the Quaffle through the hoop from ten yards while flying fifty miles per hour. I’ll see you tomorrow night, yes?”
“Of course. I love you, love you so much, Ginny.”
Harry concentrated and apparated away, arriving in the park across the street from Grimmauld Place seconds later. He cast the spell to make the townhouse appear, then spelled the door open.
He figured he’d best avoid the parlor in case Ron and Hermione actually were shagging on the couch, so he decided to go to the library to get something read before he went to sleep. He opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks.
Ron was stretched out naked on the library table with a nearly-naked Hermione straddling his hips. Only a pair of very small, pale pink knickers prevented Harry from seeing every bit of his best friend clearly. They left the top half of her incredibly enticing cheeks bare, and were so sheer that he could easily discern the rest of the cleft of her rear end. The only reason he didn’t actually see her vagina was that the crotch of her knickers was stained dark with her juices.
“Oh, bloody, buggering hell you two!”
Ron gasped as Hermione screamed and tried to cover her breasts with her arms. She wasn’t totally successful. Harry couldn’t help but notice that they were quite large and full and topped with very pretty brownish nipples.
“Bloody hell yourself, Harry,” Ron growled. “A little privacy, if you please.”
“Then remember to lock the bleeding door,” Harry shouted as he turned to leave. “You have a bloody bedroom, you know.”
He went to the parlor and sat down in a cushy chair, very similar to those that decorated the Gryffindor common room. He snapped for Kreacher and asked him for a shot of Firewhiskey. The old elf disappeared, then reappeared moments later with his drink.
“Anything else, Master Harry?”
“No, thank you, Kreacher. You can go to sleep now, if you’d like.”
“Kreacher has cleaning to do, he will sleep later. Perhaps tomorrow.”
Harry sighed as Kreacher vanished, then sighed again as a miffed Ron and a furiously blushing Hermione entered the room and sat on the couch.
“We’re sorry, Harry,” she said contritely.
“Why should we be sorry.” Ron complained. “He’s the one who walked in on us!”
“We shouldn’t have been doing it in the library, Ron. Harry is perfectly correct. We do have a bedroom here, you know.”
“I...I just couldn’t wait, Hermione,” Ron said. “Sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
Harry waved them off. “I understand. If I was Hermione’s boyfriend, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to wait, either.”
Hermione’s mouth gaped open as Ron laughed.
“Harry Potter!” She sputtered. “What...what has gotten into you? Are...are you and Ginny back together? I hope so. She’s talked about nothing else but you for the last four months. She loves you, she really does.”
“According to Ginny,” Harry told them with a smile, “we were never really apart. She just needed some time to herself to...to get over all the hurt and trauma. Her kisses tonight certainly made that clear. At least to me.” He smirked at Ron.
Ron scowled a bit. “Just remember, Harry, that she’s my sister. I expect you to treat her with respect.”
“I’d never treat her any other way, Ron, you know that. I’m sorry for walking in on you, but since the Floo was sealed, I assumed you two were doing it here in the parlor.”
He chuckled. “I never expected to find Hermione using a library table for anything other than reading, though.” Hermione blushed deeply.
“Loved the knickers,” Harry added, as Ron laughed again and Hermione’s mouth opened and closed in disbelief.
“You’re terrible, Harry. I hope you have a good memory, because I seriously doubt you’ll ever see them again. Well, not while I’m wearing them, anyway.” She finally giggled a little.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” Hermione asked.
“Who would I tell?” Harry replied. “You know I won’t. Get up to your room and don’t forget the Imperturbable Charm. Please!”
Harry went up to his bedroom an hour later, figuring they should be done, at least for the time being. A couple hours later, though, he was awakened by the rhythmic banging of their bed’s headboard against the wall and the occasional scrape of its legs along the floorboards. Obviously, they had forgotten to recast the Imperturbable.
Harry listened for a minute or two, then put his head under his pillow and cast a Muffliato on himself. He couldn’t help wishing that it was Ginny’s bed making the noise while he was in it with her, shagging her senseless as Ron was apparently doing to Hermione.
Harry awoke around eight the next morning to the sound of Ron and Hermione’s bed banging on the wall again. He sighed, cursing their inconsideration, but couldn’t help admiring their stamina.
As he dressed, trying to tune out the sounds of his best friends’ lovemaking, he suddenly and vividly recalled Hermione’s surprisingly shapely arse confined by the tiny knickers. Remembering how wonderfully firm and supple Ginny’s bum had felt in his hands, he made a snap decision that he would get Ginny a similar pair for Christmas. He was momentarily shocked at his forwardness, but thought, “He who hesitates is lost.”
He wanted to make it clear to Ginny that he desired her as more than just his girlfriend and figured sexy lingerie would be the easiest way to convey the message. Maybe he could suggest that she model it for him, and then who could predict what might happen. That is, if she didn’t Bat Bogey him instead. He felt himself getting aroused as he pictured what Ginny might look like wearing knickers like Hermione’s.
A couple of hours later, Harry Flooed to the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley. He walked down to where it met Knockturn Alley and went into the Wicked Witch Lingerie shop.
Harry felt himself blushing as he walked past the animated mannequins, many of them wearing knickers even tinier and sheerer than the pair he’d seen on Hermione. In this particular shop, the mannequins were charmed to look very lifelike and Harry became even more embarrassed as he felt himself becoming aroused.
He found the knickers section and gawked a bit at the mannequin that was wearing a pair very similar to what Hermione had been wearing, but in a light blue rather than pink. Harry knew that red was Ginny’s favorite color, although she’d tease him sometimes saying it was green because it reminded her of his eyes.
As Harry gingerly picked up a couple of pairs and looked at them, it suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea what size knickers Ginny wore. He certainly couldn’t ask her, and if he asked Hermione if she knew, he was afraid that she might let slip to Ginny what he was planning to give her for her present.
He was standing there pondering when he heard a familiar voice.
“Why, Harry Potter,” Luna said in her sweet, high voice. “Whatever are you doing here?”
“Oh, er, um, hi, Luna.” Harry knew he was blushing.
She looked at the knickers he was holding and smiled.
“I don’t think those will fit you very well, Harry. The large sizes are down at the other end of the counter.”
Harry sputtered. “It, them, they...they aren’t for me, Luna!”
“Oh, well, that’s reassuring. Here I was afraid all those scandalous rumors about you and Draco Malfoy might be true.”
“What rumors?” Harry demanded. “Oh, never mind. It’s nice to see you, Luna.”
She gave him a soft hug.
“So, who are you buying them for?”
Harry looked closely at the pretty blond witch in front of him. She was wearing a fairly tight skirt and blouse, rather than the baggy clothes she usually seemed to prefer.
“Ah, well, Ginny, of course. Umm, Luna, you...you look about the same size. What size, oh, Merlin, this is embarrassing.”
She didn’t blush or even blink. “What size knickers do I wear? Well, here. Check for yourself.”
Before Harry could say anything, Luna had turned around and raised the back of her skirt. Harry cursed as he felt himself react to the sight of Luna’s very shapely, very pale rear end encased in almost the exact same style of knickers that Hermione had been wearing last night in the library, only hers were a pale yellow.
“Luna!”
“There’s a tag on the inside of the waistband, Harry.”
“I...I can’t do that while you’re wearing them!”
“Oh, would you like me to take them off?” She slipped her thumbs under the waistband.
Harry nearly panicked.
“No, no, that’s alright. I...I’ll look.”
Carefully avoiding slipping his finger into Luna’s all-too-inviting cleft, he tried to pull the waistband out without actually touching her skin, but it was impossible. Her skin was warm, very soft and smooth. He resisted the sudden urge to pull the knickers down to her ankles and roger her on the spot.
“Ahh, thirty. Thank...thank you, Luna.”
“Oh, you’re welcome.” Luna smiled as she let her skirt drop back down. “I think the red will suit Ginny very well, but you know, it’s customary to buy a matching brassiere to go along with the knickers.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t know that. Umm, would you have any idea about Ginny’s size?”
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Go ahead and squeeze and see if they feel like Ginny’s.”
“Luna!” Harry looked around nervously, praying that no one was watching. He tried to pull his hands away, but Luna held them to her breasts with surprising strength.
“If you’re not sure, we could go into a changing room and you could feel them under my blouse. I’m not sure I’d be comfortable letting you under my bra, though. Then again, you are a good friend, so it would probably be alright.”
Harry knew if that if they actually followed through on her suggestion that he’d ravish her to within an inch of her life.
Harry went ahead and squeezed. Luna’s breasts felt quite full and firm. Harry had only touched Ginny’s breasts a couple of times back in the spring of his sixth year during those glorious few weeks they’d be so close. She had grown, there was no doubt about that, but then, so had Luna. She was an inch or two taller than Ginny but her build looked quite similar.
“I...I guess they’re about the same. I...I haven’t felt Ginny’s tits, er, boobs, er, breasts for well over a year, though, Luna.”
“You’re not lovers?” Luna sounded amazed.
“No,” Harry sighed. “I’d like to be her lover, of course I would.”
“You and Hermione? You were alone with her for several weeks, right?”
“No, of course not, Luna!” Harry wanted to be offended, but Luna was hardly the first person who’d asked him about that. And it was almost impossible for him to be mad at Luna in any case.
“You’ve never made love to a witch?”
“No, never,” Harry confessed.
“Would you like to make love to me. You know, so your first time with Ginny isn’t quite such a surprise?”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“Er, well, that’s very sweet of you Luna, but, well, I couldn’t do that to you.”
“Oh, well, it’s not like you’d be my first. I mean, I haven’t done it all that much, but I think I’d enjoy making love to you. We can cast a silencing charm on one of the changing rooms. Sex really is a lot of fun, Harry!”
Harry tried not to laugh at Luna’s enthusiasm. He was sorely tempted, Luna was very pretty and had matured most appealingly from when he’d first gotten to know her during his fifth year. However, he knew Ginny would Bat Bogey him if he shagged Luna, who was probably her best friend other than Hermione.
“It’s a wonderful offer, Luna, really, it is. But, well, I just want Ginny. I like you, you know I do, but I wouldn’t feel right making love to you.”
“Well, I’m fairly certain I could make you feel alright by the time we were finished,” Luna said confidently. “But, I guess I understand. So, are my tits about the same?”
“Ah, yes, pretty much so, I think.”
“Actually, I think Ginny might be a cup size bigger than me,” Luna muttered, feeling her breasts. “That would make her a 34C.”
“You’ve felt Ginny’s breasts before?”
“A couple of times, yes.”
“When? Where? Why?” Harry was gobsmacked. Is that why Ginny hadn’t had sex with him? She liked Luna better?
“Oh, when we were hiding out in the Room of Requirement. We could never get the room to give us more than one shower stall, so we had to shower together. We kind of egged each other into washing one another. We were just being silly.”
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
Luna took his hand. “Ginny doesn’t swing that way. Neither do I. Well, at least I don’t think I do. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to make love to me, Harry?”
“I’d like to,” Harry admitted. “But, I just don’t think I could. I’m sure it would be wonderful, but I just feel like I should save myself for Ginny.”
“Well, I’m fairly certain she feels the same way,” Luna said. “She’s about the only witch in our year who’s still a virgin. A lot of girls gave up their virginity last year as a protest against all the restrictions. I didn’t do it then, but most girls told me that as a form of protest, sex has a lot to recommend it.”
Harry couldn’t keep from chuckling at he felt his face redden.
“I wish I’d been there to enjoy it, Luna. I really do.”
She surprised him with a quick, soft kiss.
“I wish you’d been able to be there as well, Harry. Not because of the sex, but because it would have meant that Voldemort was gone.”
Luna suggested that Harry buy Ginny a demi-brassiere. When he asked why, she charmed her blouse open and showed him the one she was wearing. Harry had to resist the sudden urge to bend over and suckle her perky pink nipples that were peeking out of the top of the scrap of lace and silk that Luna was wearing.
“I think Ginny’s are prettier,” Luna said as she idly played with her nipples for a few moments then charmed her blouse closed. “You will let me know what you think once you see hers, won’t you?”
Harry just nodded. As usual, Luna had simply left him speechless.
Luna gave him another quick, soft kiss and Harry went to pay for his present. Luna picked out several pairs of knickers and bras for herself, thinking, “I’m sure Rolf will like these.”
She thought back to August and meeting Rolf in Sweden where he was Snorkack hunting with his grandfather, Newt Scamander. They were immediately attracted to each other and Luna had happily and enthusiastically yielded her virginity to him barely a week after they had met.
She made love to him several times before she had to return to school. There, she had a few very, very enjoyable lovemaking sessions with Justin Finch-Fletchley, and a truly fabulous one with Neville. She very much enjoyed sexual intercourse and had thought that perhaps she’d indulge in it with a few other men, but since Harry had turned her down, she decided then and there that she should be faithful to Rolf. She would prove it to him when he arrived tomorrow.
She went across the street to The Gentlewizard’s Accessories shop to get something for her father and spotted Ginny hesitantly examining various articles of wizard’s underwear.
“Hello, Ginny.”
Ginny blushed and quickly hid something behind her.
“Oh, er, hi, Luna. It’s nice to see you. What...what are you doing here?”
“Buying a gift for my father.”
“You buy your father underwear?” Ginny knew Luna was different, but didn’t think she was that different.
“What?” Luna looked confused. “My father is a grown wizard, Ginny. He buys his own underwear. I’m just cutting through here to get to the hats.”
She then smiled at her friend. “Who are you buying underwear for, hmm?”
Ginny sputtered. “No one! That is, well, not my father. No, and none of my brothers, either!”
“Harry, maybe?” Luna’s smile grew larger and warmer.
“Er, um, yes,” Ginny whispered.
She brought her hand out from behind her back and showed Luna a pair of very small, low riding briefs in emerald green.
“I love the color,” Luna said. “I guess you know whether or not his, ahh, you know, his penis will fit in them, don’t you.”
Ginny blushed redder. “How would I know that, Luna.”
“You and Harry? You...you really haven’t, you know, made love?” Luna had figured Harry was simply being faithful to Ginny when he turned down her offer of sex which was why she’d decided to be faithful to Rolf from now on.
“No, of course not,” Ginny snapped. She quickly apologized.
“I...I didn’t mean to snap. I...I want to Luna, good gods, I want to. I’m hoping these will sort of tell Harry that I’m open to his advances. I...I just can’t throw myself at him like I did my fifth year.”
Luna pulled her into a hug as Ginny sniffled a little.
“I love him so much,” Ginny cried.
“I’m sure he loves you just as much,” Luna assured her. “But, Harry’s always been so shy. You may need to give him some not-so-subtle suggestions, you know.”
“What’s it like, Luna? Making love. Is...is it as wonderful as it seems in all those cheesy romance novels?”
Luna hugged Ginny tighter. “It’s so much better that I can’t put it into words. Don’t deprive yourself any longer, Ginny.”
Luna’s tender encouragement gave Ginny the courage to actually buy the briefs. When she got home, she quickly went upstairs to her room and wrapped the box, hiding it under her bed with the rest of the gifts she’d bought. Her mother would ground her for the rest of her life if she knew that she’d bought underwear for Harry.
Harry wrapped his gift back at Grimmauld Place and took it, along with the gifts he’d gotten for everyone else, with him when he Flooed to the Burrow for dinner that night and put it under the tree.
“Can I open it now?” Ginny asked with a soft, teasing kiss. “I’ll be very, ahh, grateful.” She pressed her body tightly to Harry’s.
“Ginevra Weasley! Stop that! Honestly!” Her mother frowned at her. Ginny looked contrite, then subtly licked her lips at Harry.
Harry and Ginny managed to find enough privacy to snog a bit, but Ginny’s mother kept calling her to come help her with various chores. A couple of hours after dinner, Harry took his leave and Ginny kissed him quite passionately as he prepared to Floo to Grimmauld Place.
“Come over for breakfast tomorrow, Harry,” she asked, her smile bright and inviting. “It’s Christmas Eve. We can go ice skating. The pond is really frozen solid.”
“I...I don’t know how.”
“Well, it’s time you learned. I think there’s a pair of Fred’s old skates in his room that should fit you.”
“I couldn’t.” Harry demurred.
“He’d want you to. I want you to.”
They were both surprised when Molly spoke up. “I’m sure Fred would want you to use them, Harry. I’d like you to.”
Harry Flooed to Grimmauld Place and went to the kitchen to have a cup of tea before bed. While he was sitting at the table, Hermione entered wearing a very clingy silk robe. Harry cursed under his breath as he became aroused and his imagination took naughty flight.
“She’s my best friend. She’s shagging my best mate. She’s almost like my sister. I don’t like her that way. Nope, no good. I’d still like to bend her over the table and shag her senseless.”
“Hello, Harry,” Hermione said as she got a couple bottles of Butterbeer from the icebox. “I apologize again for last night.”
Harry was glad that she wasn’t a Ligilmens. “It’s alright, Hermione. As I said, I loved the knickers.”
Harry looked at her a little wistfully. She came over and sat next to him and took his hand.
“Yes, Harry,” she said with a loving smile. “I thought about it - sleeping with you - after Ron left us.”
“Er, you did? Really?” Harry knew he was blushing.
“Yes.” She sniggered softly. “Are trying to tell me that it didn’t cross your mind?”
Harry sighed, then smiled shyly. “Of course it did. You’re such a good friend, Hermione. Promise we’ll always be friends.”
Hermione surprised him as she leaned in and gave his a short, sweet kiss.
“Always, Harry,” she promised. “I do love him - Ron, prat that he is sometimes. Ginny loves you, too, Harry, never doubt it. Don’t let her slip away. Don’t worry, I’ll cast the Imperturbable Charm as soon as I get back to the bedroom.”
As she walked to the kitchen door Harry couldn’t help admiring the sway of her hips under the clingy robe.
“What color are your knickers tonight?”
She turned her head over her shoulder and gave him a sexy smile.
“I’m not wearing any knickers.”
Harry groaned as he felt himself harden more. Hermione laughed, wiggled her bum at him and left.
To continue to part 2…