This choice: Dismissing Dru from his thoughts he raced after Ginny. • Go Back... He didn't have to go more than a few steps to catch up with Ginny. Together they walked into the library. Harry more flustered than Ginny, as if he were the one wearing only a cloak. Both smiled to Madam Pince, as they passed her desk. They walked deeper into the library passing numerous studious students studying.
Suddenly, she whirled around to face him. Her cloak briefly flying open as she spun. Another tempting view for Harry sending his cock twitching. His eyes goggled, as he looked around there were two other students who could've seen. At the opposite end of the rows of books, Ginny's display went unobserved.
As Harry approached, she stepped closer. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him close. Pressing her naked body against his, a purr of approval as she again took control. The cloak hung close enough to hide Ginny's nudity.
Her hands snuck around his waist, sliding effortlessly into the back pockets of his trousers.
He felt her hands grope, and squeeze him, drawing a stuttering cough out. But he felt too scared to break loose, would that draw more attention. His mind raced.
"For luck." Ginny whispered, in the shocked and stunned Harry's ear. Withdrawing her hand, arms rising she ruffled his hair, before turning away. Tugging the cloak closed, she left the library, her hips swaying. The movement intoxicating even through the cloak. Harry felt nailed to the floor, his erection too obvious.
He almost laughed at that! He wasn't the one barely clothed in the library. He was barely conscious of where he was, finding an empty table and bench more by habit, than intelligence.
Still dazed, he sat down. All thoughts of seeing a Dizzy Drusilla banished by the gorgeous memory of Ginny.
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Squirming, as he sat the bench not feeling as smooth, polished by centuries of students sitting. Rising again, he ran his hand over the smooth oak. Then it hit him, he snatched two items from his back pockets. Ginny's items, 'for luck'.
Noisily his hand banged against the table, as he saw Ginny's panties, in one hand. Awkwardly, he jammed them back out of sight, in his lap beneath the table.Shaking his head, at her actions, his pulse slowing to that of a racing rabbit, he saw a folded piece of parchment.
I always won, when I wore these. Wear them, for me.
The pink quill scribble was undeniably Ginny's. Smirking thought he could use some luck on the Quidditch pitch. The dementors, that damned Lockhart, it felt like he was cursed.
Slyly looking beneath the table, he pulled them wide, checking their size. Surely, they'd be too small for him. The lacy detailing, the design was ultra-feminine. He'd never imagined Ginny wearing anything so... so sexy. He swallowed, at the image of her wearing them. Again, as he imagined wearing them himself. Finally, a third time picturing something happening, and waking in the infirmary to curious expressions, and unasked questions.
Licking his parched lips, he smiled at the idea, after Ginny's delivery surely he couldn't be less daring.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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