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Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley One-Shot
🕑 Added 2023-08-08 11:29:30 +0000 UTCOutside the massive stadium, Harry and his partner Steven diligently carried out their patrols, ensuring the utmost safety for everyone attending the thrilling quidditch match. Donned in their prestigious auror uniforms, they exuded an air of authority and competence as they meticulously surveyed the surroundings. So far, everything seemed to be progressing flawlessly.
Today's highly anticipated quidditch match showcased a riveting clash between two renowned teams - The Holyhead Harpies and Kenmare Kestrels. However, amidst all the excitement permeating through the atmosphere, there was a tinge of disappointment lingering within Harry's heart. Regrettably, he wouldn't be able to witness his beloved girlfriend Ginny display her exceptional skills on this occasion.
Harry had tirelessly attempted to rearrange his shifts in order to catch Ginny's performance on the pitch, just as he always did without fail. However, fate had conspired against him this time around. Despite his fervent efforts and unwavering determination to support Ginny from the stands like a proud boyfriend should, circumstances beyond his control thwarted his plans.
Walking around the massive stadium, ensuring that there wasn't even a hint of trouble brewing, proved to be quite torturous for Harry. As he diligently carried out his duties, he couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration every time he overheard the enthusiastic commentators discussing Ginny's continuous scoring spree. It was truly irritating for him not being able to witness her impressive performance firsthand. And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, another ecstatic cheer erupted from the wireless radio nearby, once again congratulating Ginny on yet another goal. Steven, who happened to catch sight of Harry's annoyed expression, couldn't help but sport a mischievous smirk at his collegea's expense.
Steven, his eyes scanning the bustling courtiary around the magnificent west side of the stadium, caught sight of two drunk wizards causing trouble for a distressed store owner. Realizing that immediate action was necessary, he gently tugged on Harry's arm and motioned him to follow. Harry glanced in the direction indicated by Steven and understandingly nodded in agreement.
The two intoxicated men appeared to be using their intimidating presence to torment the hapless shopkeeper. Determined to put an end to their unruly behavior, Steven and Harry approached the store with resolute steps. The weary owner noticed their approach and relief began to wash over his face.
With authority in his voice, Steven addressed both men, capturing their attention amidst their boisterous antics. However, one of them defiantly retorted with a dismissive remark that clearly showed no intention of cooperating. Sensing potential danger lurking beneath this bravado, Harry discreetly scanned for any signs of a wand in the man's possession.
On closer observation, it became apparent that while one of the drunken individuals exuded an air of aggression towards Steven and Harry's presence, his companion seemed slightly more cautious or perhaps even remorseful about their actions.
"Would you like these gentlemen to leave?" Steven calmly inquired, his voice filled with concern as he observed the store owner's obvious intimidation. The store owner, feeling a sense of relief and vulnerability all at once, nodded hastily in agreement.
Understanding the gravity of the situation and wanting to prevent any further escalation or potential harm, Steven took charge. He gestured towards his companions, urging them to follow him out of the store premises. With a reassuring tone in his voice, he said, "Come along guys."
However, just as they were about to exit peacefully from the tense environment that had been brewing moments ago, an unexpected interruption occurred. The man who had previously shown defiance against their departure attempted yet again to assert himself by uttering vulgar words. Yet this time around, his audacity was immediately silenced when he caught sight of Harry standing steadfastly beside Steven.
The sudden appearance of Harry seemed to have an instantaneous impact on everyone present within that space. It was as if an invisible force enveloped the atmosphere - one that demanded respect and commanded attention without saying a single word.
"Like my colleague said," Harry calmly reiterated, his voice carrying a hint of authority, "please leave this man's store." Without any further protest or hesitation, the two individuals swiftly complied with Harry's request and exited the premises. A triumphant grin spread across Harry's face as he caught Steven's exasperated sigh.
Observing his partner's reaction, Steven couldn't help but express his disappointment. His words dripped with frustration as he addressed Harry directly: "Sometimes Potter... You're undeniably the least proactive partner among all of us." The implication was clear - Steven expected more initiative and assertiveness from someone in their line of work.
But Harry wasn't one to back down easily. He quickly retorted, reminding Steven of a recent event they attended together where a group of enthusiastic fangirls had approached him for autographs. "Hey, I don't hear you complain when a bunch of fangirls ask me for an autograph," Harry remarked with a smirk on his face. It was true - that time at the event, a large group of girls had spotted Harry and begged him to sign their t-shirts or even bare chests.
Steven chuckled at the memory, acknowledging that there were indeed different kinds of action involved in their work. Harry seemed to excel at attracting attention.
As if on cue, a loud cheer erupted from the nearby stadium, catching both Harry and Steven's attention. They turned towards the source of excitement, curious about what could be happening there.
“Maybe we should get closer to the gate.” Harry said knowing that match would be over soon. Steven agreed and both left for the west gate.
When they reached the gate the match was over. Looking at all the people leaving the stadium it would seem this match had no hiccups. After a little while when people were still leaving Harry and Steven got approached by a staff member.
“Oh good.” She said with a deep breath. “an auror is required at one of the locker rooms.” she said. Harry looked at Steven to see who would go. Steven nodded at Harry for him to go. Harry followed the staff member over to the locker rooms belonging to one of the teams. judging by all the harpies staff around he could make an easy guess who this locker belonged to. Feeling a bit nervous in his stomach he hoped Ginny wasn’t involved.
The staff member addressed Harry as "Auror Potter," assuming that he was already familiar with his identity. Harry had grown accustomed to people recognizing him, so he didn't mind not having to introduce himself every time. He glanced at Gwenogg and exchanged a small smile with her, noticing a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Curious about the urgency of the situation but lacking any context, Harry followed Gwenogg's directions and headed towards the end of the hallway on the left. As he approached the room indicated by Gwenogg, he stood in front of the door, contemplating what awaited him inside.
Knocking gently on the door of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE), Harry Potter patiently called out, "DMLE, please open the door." However, there was no response. Growing slightly frustrated, Harry attempted to knock again in hopes that someone would answer. Yet still met with silence, he felt his annoyance mounting and decided to take matters into his own hands.
Pulling out his trusty wand, Harry aimed it at the lock and muttered a spell under his breath. With a satisfying click, the door swung open and allowed him entry into the room beyond. As he stepped inside, he noticed that darkness enveloped the space around him. Determined not to stumble blindly through unfamiliar territory, Harry's hand instinctively reached for a nearby light switch.
With a flick of his wrist, illumination flooded the room as lights blinked on one by one. Now able to see clearly in this previously dim environment, Harry took in his surroundings with curiosity piqued. His eyes darted from quidditch gear strewn across shelves to various bags scattered about haphazardly. But what caught his attention most was an unmistakable jersey bearing the name Weasley.
Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the haze of his thoughts. It was Ginny, her playful tone laced with a hint of impatience. "Took you long enough," she teased, her words echoing in the steam-filled bathroom.
Harry turned around abruptly. His wand still clutched tightly in his hand as if seeking some semblance of comfort or protection amidst this whirlwind moment.
And there she stood before him - Ginny Weasley - standing confidently in the doorway to the shower. Completely naked yet unabashedly grinning at him with mischief dancing in her eyes.
The wave of nervousness that had washed over Harry earlier now intensified tenfold as he took in every inch of Ginny's bare form before him. His breath hitched slightly as desire mingled with apprehension within him.
Harry's heart raced as he tried to form coherent words, but his stutter only seemed to amuse Ginny further. Her giggles filled the air, echoing in Harry's ears and making him feel both embarrassed and captivated by her presence. As she sauntered towards him with a deliberate sway of her hips, Harry couldn't help but be mesmerized by the graceful movement.
Lost for words, all Harry could do was stare at Ginny with wide eyes, unable to tear his gaze away from her enchanting beauty. It was as if time had momentarily stopped, leaving them alone in their own little world of anticipation and desire.
Ginny delighted in the effect she had on Harry. She reveled in the power she held over him, knowing that every teasing giggle or seductive remark only intensified his infatuation.
Closing the distance between them, Ginny reached out and placed her hand gently on top of Harry's trembling one that clutched his wand tightly.
With a slow and deliberate motion, Ginny gently but firmly guided Harry's hand away from its protective grip on the wand. As her fingers brushed against his skin, he couldn't help but feel a surge of electricity pass between them, sending shivers down his spine. The intensity of their connection was palpable in that single touch.
"Let's put this over here for now, alright?" Ginny whispered seductively, her voice laced with an irresistible allure. Her words carried a promise of something more than just removing the wand from Harry's grasp; they hinted at a future where he wouldn't need such protection anymore.
Harry found himself captivated by Ginny's confidence and assertiveness as she took charge in that moment.
As the wand found its new resting place aside, Harry couldn't help but be drawn further into Ginny's magnetic aura. The way her hands trailed over his chest sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't ignore. Slowly, she moved closer to him, her naked body pressing against his as if they were two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.
Lost in his own thoughts, Harry barely registered the fact that Ginny had wrapped her arms around his neck and placed his hands on her hips. It was as if they were connected by an invisible thread, their bodies moving in sync with each other's desires. The intensity of their connection was undeniable.
With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, Ginny took hold of Harry's trench coat and effortlessly pulled it off him. As the fabric dropped to the floor with a soft thud, revealing more of Harry's toned physique underneath, she couldn't help but grin at the sight before her.
"This needs to go as well," she said, her voice filled with determination as she reached out to unbutton the top part of his sweater. Her fingers moved swiftly, undoing each button with purpose. As the fabric loosened around his chest, he could feel a rush of anticipation building within him.
"Get rid of it," she commanded softly, her eyes locked onto his. Harry's heart skipped a beat at her words, knowing exactly what she meant. Without hesitation, he nodded in agreement and in almost a second, he let go of the sweater completely. It slipped from his grasp and fell gracefully onto the floor.
Ginny couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she gazed at his perfectly sculpted physique, her eyes tracing the contours of his chiseled chest and rock-hard abs. With a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she gently ran her hands over his firm muscles, relishing in the sensation of their warmth against her fingertips.
Leaning in closer to him, Ginny's voice took on a seductive tone as she whispered into his ear with a hint of playful urgency, "You know... I have a feeling we could make this go much faster if you were just as naked as me." Her breath tickled his skin ever so lightly before she playfully nibbled on his earlobe.
Pulling back slightly to gauge his reaction, Ginny couldn't help but grin when she saw the desire flicker in his eyes. Without missing a beat, he eagerly began stripping off each article of clothing with an almost feverish determination. It was as if he wanted nothing more than to join her in this moment of raw passion and unbridled desire.
As the layers fell away one by one, revealing more and more bare skin beneath them, Ginny felt herself becoming consumed by an intense craving for him. The anticipation built with every discarded garment until finally they stood before each other completely naked, their bodies exposed and vulnerable. The room was filled with an electric energy, a palpable tension that seemed to hang in the air between them.
"Fuck me." Ginny said determantly. harry grabbed her roughly and pushed her against the he moved both of his hands underneath Ginny's hips, lifted her feet up off of the ground slightly and held her against the wall as he slid his cock inside of her. She screamed as soon as he penetrated her.
"Ah, yes!" Ginny sobbed. "So good! Ah, I have missed this!"
If she was this excited just from the initial penetration, she was really in for something now. Harry got down to the business of fucking her quickly, slamming into her with sharp and swift thrusts that made her back and shoulders thump against the wall behind her.
Ginny couldn't help but let out a mixture of groans and sobs as Harry passionately took her against the wall. The intensity of their connection was palpable as he continued to thrust inside of her, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. "Ahhh Ha-r-ry," she moaned, unable to contain the sheer ecstasy that consumed her being.
Ginny's fiery red hair fell in disarray all over her face, mirroring the wildness and abandon they both felt in this moment. Every touch between them seemed electric, igniting a fire within that neither could extinguish. As Harry sucked on Ginny's neck with fervor, his desire for her leaving an indelible mark on her skin, it served as a physical representation of the passion they shared.
"Don't stop," Ginny screamed, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Harry, driven by the intensity of their connection, ignored any hint of fatigue and continued his passionate movements. The urgency in Ginny's voice only fueled his determination to please her even more.
"Faster!" she pleaded, her body trembling beneath him. Her longing for complete satisfaction was palpable as she held onto him tightly, urging him to push himself further. Without hesitation, Harry responded to her plea and increased the tempo of his thrusts.
As he quickened his pace, waves of ecstasy washed over them both. Their bodies moved in perfect sync as they surrendered themselves completely to the intoxicating rhythm they had established together. Each movement brought them closer to an explosive climax that seemed inevitable at this point.
Ginny's voice pierced the air, a raw and unfiltered exclamation of pleasure escaping her lips. The intensity of the moment was palpable as Harry felt her inner muscles contract around him, their connection deepening with each passing second. Sensing his need for space, Ginny gently pushed Harry away, breaking their physical embrace momentarily.
As she turned to face him on the bench, a mischievous glint danced in Ginny's eyes.
Positioning herself on all fours with her hands firmly planted on the surface beneath her, she arched her back slightly and peered over her shoulder at Harry. In an act both daring and enticing, she playfully shook her derrière in his direction.
The words that escaped Ginny's mouth next were laced with desire and longing as she whispered provocatively to Harry. "Explore my most intimate depths," she beckoned boldly.
Harry's heart raced at Ginny's bold invitation. The desire in her eyes mirrored his own, and he couldn't resist the temptation to fulfill her request. With a hunger that consumed him, he moved toward her, his hands trembling with anticipation.
He caressed her soft skin, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, he traced his fingers along the curve of her back, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. With each gentle stroke, he explored every inch of her, memorizing the contours and curves that made up Ginny's beautiful form.
Ginny's impatience grew as she couldn't wait any longer. "Come on, Harry, fuck me!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with desire. She teasingly wiggled her ass, enticing him further. Harry was captivated by Ginny's words and the seductive movement of her body. With a surge of passion, he eagerly plunged his throbbing cock deep into her tight backside.
As their bodies connected in this intimate act, waves of pleasure surged through Ginny's entire being. The electrifying sensation shot up her spine like a bolt of lightning, igniting every nerve ending in its path. Her breath hitched as the intensity overwhelmed her senses.
In that moment of pure ecstasy, time seemed to stand still for both Harry and Ginny. Their connection transcended physicality; it was a merging of souls driven by an insatiable lust and love for each other.
The room filled with their gasps and moans mingling together harmoniously as they surrendered themselves to the intoxicating rhythm they had created together. Each thrust brought them closer to reaching new heights of pleasure that only they could share.
"Ahh, yes! Oh my god!" Ginny screamed out in ecstasy as Harry passionately thrust into her. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, igniting a fire within both of them. With each deep penetration, the pleasure intensified, driving them to new heights of desire.
Ginny's red hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, adding an extra element of sensuality to their intimate encounter. Sensing his lover's need for something more intense, Harry gently gathered her luscious locks and fashioned them into a makeshift ponytail that he could hold onto.
This simple act not only provided him with leverage but also symbolized the trust and intimacy they shared. Holding onto Ginny's improvised ponytail allowed Harry to delve deeper into their passionate union, fulfilling both their carnal desires and emotional connection.
"Is this what you were hoping for?" Harry asked Ginny, his voice filled with anticipation. He gazed at her intently, waiting for a response as Ginny seemed momentarily lost in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Sensing her hesitation, Harry decided to assert his dominance and smacked her ass cheek hard, causing a sharp gasp to escape from Ginny's lips.
"I asked you a question," he repeated firmly, his eyes locked on hers. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves of ecstasy pulsating through Ginny's being, making it difficult for her to form coherent words. She managed to stammer out a breathless affirmation amidst moans of delight.
"Y-ye-yess," she finally responded with an almost desperate tone, unable to contain the raw desire that consumed her. The forceful spank on her ass only intensified the already mind-blowing experience they were sharing. In that moment, all inhibitions vanished as Ginny surrendered herself completely to Harry's commanding presence.
"F-Fuck yesss!" she let out another moan, the sound reverberating in the room as if giving voice to their shared passion. "Fuck your little slut!" she whispered hoarsely between gasps of pleasure and need.
"Little slut?" Harry playfully teased her, his mischievous smile widening. "Is that what you want to be, huh?" As he spoke, his hand gently trailed over the curve of her supple ass cheek, teasing and enticing her with each touch.
Ginny's breath hitched at the sensation, a mixture of anticipation and desire swirling within her. Her voice quivered slightly as she responded, "Yes Harry... I want to be yours..." The words escaped her lips with a hint of vulnerability but also an undeniable hunger for more.
Harry's eyes sparkled with approval and dominance as he firmly smacked her ass again and again. Each resounding slap sent waves of pleasure coursing through Ginny's body, igniting a primal fire within them both.
Harry's voice was filled with desire as he whispered, "My slut," his hands firmly holding Ginny against the rough stone wall. He gently pulled her head back, capturing her neck in a passionate kiss. The words sent shivers down Ginny's spine, igniting a fire within her.
Overwhelmed by pleasure and lost in the moment, Ginny could only manage to gasp out Harry's name. She couldn't help but express how amazing it felt to have him inside of her; every movement bringing waves of ecstasy crashing over her.
The intensity between them grew as Harry maintained his powerful rhythm, driving both himself and Ginny towards new heights of pleasure. Her body quivered uncontrollably under his touch, each tremor accompanied by small droplets of excitement that fell from Harry's shaft onto the floor below.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Ginny growled.
Chuckling mischievously, Harry couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a sudden surge of desire, he slammed into her with an intensity that took both their breaths away. The sheer force of his actions elicited a pleasured groan from her lips, igniting a fire within them.
As Ginny gasped for air, she pleaded with him not to stop, her voice filled with urgency and longing. "Merlin," she whispered in between gasps, "don't ever stop." It was as if time stood still in that moment as they surrendered themselves completely to the raw passion coursing through their veins.
Harry growled deeply in response to Ginny's plea, his movements becoming even more fervent and unrelenting. Each thrust brought them closer to the edge of ecstasy until they were teetering on the precipice of release. And then it happened - Ginny let out an uninhibited scream of pure pleasure while a wave of hot arousal drenched Harry's shaft as she reached climax once again under his savage onslaught.
With every ounce of strength left within him, Harry buried himself as deeply as possible inside her quivering depths. In perfect harmony, he too succumbed to his own climax - an explosion of intense sensations that radiated throughout his body. The room was filled with heavy breaths and the sound of their racing hearts as they slowly came down from their euphoric high. Harry pulled out of Ginny, both of them feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. They stood there for a moment, bodies still trembling with the remnants of pleasure.
