The door was ajar. The two lay there, recovering. Xxnx She sucked in breath and whispered, “do it.” Harry moved down and began licking her out the best way he knew how. His suspicions grew over the next week, each night of which saw Ginny naked but for a thong, on display in the crack of her curtains. He woke the next morning with a raging hard-on. Ginny grinned ruefully. Harry waited there longer this time, his cock making a notable dent in his trousers. After his unprecedentedly quick return to the Weasley House after just a few weeks at the Dursleys’, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny had assumed lives not dissimilar to that of teenage muggles; firelit camps in neighbouring fields, excited experiments with alcohol, and nervous games of spin the bottle.
