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P R I V A T E M O R N I N G S
“It’s snowing,” Harry announced.
“Mm,” came the sleepy murmur from the bed.
“Hopefully that means we have quite a lot of time with everyone out of the house… if it’s snowing here, it might be snowing in Diagon Alley,” he said. They already had a long, private morning together stretched in front of them. A little ripple of pleasure went through him at the thought of an even longer amount of time. “They could be gone hours and hours.”
“Why stop there?” Ginny mumbled. “Let’s wish them away for days… weeks!”
“I know you’re joking, but…”
“I’m not,” said Ginny. He turned from the window to look at her. The soft morning light was supplemented by the fairy lights she’d strung under her shelves. Her hair was tousled all about her face, and both had a bit of a glow that Harry did not believe just came from the ambient light. “I’m sorry, I woke you up, didn’t I? You wanted a bit of a lie-in, did you?”. He’d come to her room the moment Ron’s cloak had disappeared into the green flames of the floo.
“I want you more,” she said simply.
Then, as she pushed down her bedclothes, Harry nearly swallowed his tongue. She’d slept naked and suddenly it wasn’t just her face in view, but all of her, pale and gleaming against the dark sheets. A certain tightness in his groin followed. His gaze bounced from her pink, softened nipples to the sleepy smile crawling across her face, to the bright triangle of hair between her thighs. “Merlin, Ginny, you slept naked,” he breathed.
“No, too cold, even with charms,” she said. “I vanished my night things—“
“And your knickers!”
“Yes, and my knickers,” she said, amused. “I vanished them as soon as you came in.”
“Nonverbal spell,” he said, approving. Harry undressed at top speed, so fast he might as well have done his own vanishing charm. But with the excitement already building, it was better if he didn’t do anything risky… not wanting to vanish anything more than his clothes. And then, with a rumble of pleasure, he stretched out on top of her, settling between her open thighs, kissing her lips even as he pressed his hardening cock against her.
“Mm,” she said against his lips.
“Ginny,” he said, and nothing more for quite some time. Their kisses were slow and languorous. They had plenty of time, they could do nothing but kiss for an hour, and they’d still have time for everything else. But then her hands grew restless, stroking his back, dipping down to his arse, pulling him tighter against her. Her nipples, no longer soft and flat, pressed tight against his chest. And without planning it, Harry pushed back so he could see her again, saw the flush spread across her chest and the tightly furled nipples. When he bent his head to take one into his mouth, the groan that came out of her made pleasure reverberate through his body. He licked the small bud, suckled it, lavished attention upon it until her body was moving restlessly beneath him. “Ready?” He asked, lifting his head.
“Oh yes, oh yes, please,” she said.
And when he guided himself to it, he found her entrance wet and ready for him. He gathered up the moisture there on the head of his cock, rubbing it against her clit. Her fingernails dug into his thighs, and they both chuckled at her impatience. “There,” he grunted, pressing into her. “I’m here, Gin, I’m here.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist. “Yes,” she said on a long, slow breath. He did not stop until he was embedded fully inside her.
“Fuck,” he said. Then, he began to thrust, in and out. He meant to keep it nice and easy. But Ginny had different ideas. Her fingernails goaded him, guided him faster and faster, until the slick sound of their movement filled the room. He pressed his hand between them, nudging her clit with his thumb until she was crying out at the top of every thrust.
It was no time at all before they were both coming. Harry lost it first, spilling into her with a long, loud groan. Between their bodies, his hand moved frantically, trying to bring her with him, and when he was still riding the crest of his pleasure, he felt her tighten around him, squeezing him, and she clutched him tight around the back as she came. Harry collapsed on top of her once they were both done.
“I’d meant,” he said, muffled into her neck, “for that to last a bit longer.”
Her palm slid up the sweaty skin of his back. “We still have time,” she said, back to sounding sleepy again. “After our nap, we can do it as long and slow as you like…”
A grin stretched across his face. Harry couldn’t wait. There was something to be said for private mornings with Ginny.