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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ginny_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Hogwarts, POV_Second_Person
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-01-17 Words: 664
****** The Thing About Girls ******
by flyingcarpet
Summary
     The thing about girls, Harry thinks, is that they're just so
     different from, well... from regular people.
Notes
     First written in 2004, slightly revised since then to include correct
     grammar. What can I say, my writing has improved a little bit over
     the years. ;)
The thing about girls, Harry thinks, is that they're just so different from,
well... from regular people. You can never tell what's going to set them off
next. Or what they will do to set you off next.
One minute you'll be running quidditch tryouts, and thinking about how great it
is to be captain... and the next minute nothing has changed except your own
sudden fascination with the way she straddles that broom... how her thighs wrap
around the handle, how her hands grip it, and the way her robe falls open at
the neck when she leans forward...
Or you'll be walking down the corridor, laughing about something, when just a
tiny flash of red (brilliant, shining, flowing, silky brick-red) makes you turn
your head and lose your train of thought so seriously that Seamus has to ask
what's wrong.
It can be anything. A laugh, a turn of the head, a quick gesture, a successful
shot on goal... and you're sunk.
And then, of all things, she approaches you and asks why you're avoiding her.
You are teammates, she says, and she doesn't want any awkwardness. And oh, God,
you are already hard just from this innocent discussion, and you don't know
what it is about her, unless it's the way her eyelashes go from red to orange
to blonde to invisible but you've never been so grateful for the baggy Hogwarts
robes.
Maybe you are stupid, but the only response to this you can summon up is to
kiss her, hard and full on the mouth, lips parted and wet before even meeting
hers, crushing her against the cold wall of the locker room, feeling her body
pressing against yours and making sure she can feel your body too, so she knows
just how much you don't want to avoid her.
When she kisses you back, hard, you are so shocked you almost swallow your own
tongue and if possible, you get even harder. She wants you too? Oh, Merlin's
pointy hat. She puts her arms around you and you are swept with the sudden
desire to show her, really prove to this amazing, sexy, mesmerizing, vivacious,
magical girl in your arms how much you want her. You unfasten her robes and
even though you've never done this before, even though the closest you've come
to this is a couple of wet kisses under the mistletoe with Cho, it is
surprisingly easy to kiss Ginny's neck, her chest, to tease her breast with
your tongue until the nipple hardens and she moans aloud.
You move her robes aside and before you know what you are really doing, you are
down on your knees before her, kissing parts of her body you'd always felt
guilty about even imagining before. She is soft and warm and sweet and salty
all at once, and you are overcome with the smell and taste of her. Her fingers
dig into your shoulders, pull your hair desperately even as her voice urges you
not to stop, no don't stop, please don't stop Harry. When she says your name,
you cannot help it and you don't care if you should feel ashamed, you stroke
yourself even as your other hand moves to stroke her in time with your tongue
and her moans.
Her voice is earnest and confused at first, and then surprised once you kiss
her. After that, it gets lower. Then she begins to moan, and after that to
breathe heavily. From your knees, she sounds different but you know that you've
never heard sounds like this from a girl before, and then she utters a loud cry
and you can feel her muscles contract against your fingers and her legs shake
and that sound pushes your own body over the edge and you come all over your
own hand, kneeling at her feet, which seems somehow appropriate.
You wonder what will happen next, after this, but the thing is that you never
can tell.
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