You've Got the Love

Harry and Susan were in the library together, a pile of books claimed by each of them.

Their arrangement was working out well for them. As brilliant as Hermione was, she wasn't a very good teacher- probably because she understood the material so easily that she didn't know how to simplify it. However, Susan had an ability to make difficult parts of the text much easier to understand.

And, of course, Harry had a bit of experience teaching defense against the dark arts, so he didn't have any trouble helping her out with Snape's unfair assignments.

"So, you and Ginny seem to be getting a lot of alone time." Susan remarked.

"A gentleman never kisses and tells." That wasn't exactly true, Harry had Ginny's explicit permission to tell Susan about their 'activities' if he thought it would help get Susan on board.

"Of course. There have been rumors, but I'm sure they're not true." Susan assured.

"What sort of rumors?" Harry, obviously, wasn't particularly attuned to Hogwarts' rumor mill. Neither were Hermione and Luna for that matter, and Ginny was incredibly adept at tuning that kind of thing out.

"Oh, I'm sure they're all nonsense. You wouldn't want to hear them." Susan evaded, smiling,

"Nonsense can be funny. And maybe I could help you figure out what bits have an element of truth to them." Harry offered.

He was curious, if only to see if anyone had picked up on his goal to gather, well, whatever it was he was gathering.

"Deal." Susan instantly agreed.

"This doesn't go to anyone else, Susan. Not even Hannah." Harry told her, and Susan paused.

"Of course, Harry. I'm not- I'd never betray your trust like that." She said softly, sincerely.

"Alright, so what are they saying about us?" Harry asked.

"Well, rumor has it that you guys are having sex." Susan began.

Harry gave her a crooked grin. "Oh my god!" Susan whispered "I mean, congratulations, I guess?"

"Much appreciated." Harry responded.

"They're also saying that you're cheating on Ginny with Demelza Robbins." Susan immediately held her hands up defensively "I know it's not true! I'm just letting you know."

"Okay, thanks. And or the record, no. I'm not cheating on Ginny, with anyone." It wasn't cheating if you had permission.

"Some people think that Demelza tried to seduce you."

Harry sighed. "She may have a crush on me. But Ginny's her friend. She's not going to do anything to hurt her."

"Noted. Did you and Ginny really shag in a broom cupboard?"

"Merlin. We aren't subtle at all, are we?" Harry grinned. "So, what about you. Any lucky blokes on your radar? Turnabout is fair play."

Susan blushed and looked down. "Not particularly no. Er, I haven't gone very far with a boy. Technically I have 'responsibilities'" Her tone of voice made clear what she thought of those responsibilities "Since I'm heir of the Bones Family, society would be outraged if I did something improper like having sex before marriage."

"That's not a very good reason to not have sex." Harry commented.

"It's not. I honestly don't care, but I guess I just haven't found the right guy yet." If Harry had been a bit more observant, he might have noticed Susan's expression turned somewhat wistful as she watched him. "I always admired that about you, Harry." Susan added "You never cared what society expects of you, even though you're the heir to the House of Potter."

Harry shrugged, not even quite sure what being heir to the House of Potter entailed. "I've got more important things to worry about than what people think of me. Particularly since that can change on a dime at any given moment. Speaking of, you got anything else for me?"

"Alright, last one, and this one's a doozy."

"Alright, shoot."

"There's tell that Ginny and Demelza are planning on having a threesome with you." Susan giggled a bit "Pretty crazy, right?"

"Yeah. That's a pretty crazy rumor." Harry agreed, grinning. "I wonder where it came from?"

Susan's expression shifted instantly from amusement to shock, and then to… was she impressed? "You didn't actually deny it, Harry." Nothing got passed her.

"Hm, I didn't, did I? Funny that."

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Harry and Ginny made their way to 'their spot'- a grove of trees along the far side of lake that obscured them from direct sight. Couples didn't usually make the trek this far out, so the two of them could be reasonably certain that they'd have the spot to themselves. They had used this spot to talk and snog over the course of their relationship, but slowly, as they'd gone longer without being discovered, they'd been getting bolder. They'd already shed the outer layers of the school uniform, it was a pleasant day and neither of them had another class.

Harry sat on the ground, leaning against a tree a short distance from the lake, and Ginny took a seat right in his lap. She wriggled around a bit after she did so, almost as if trying to get comfortable, but Harry knew better. He'd wanted to talk to her about something important, but those thoughts were fading away. The breath left his lungs at her brazen act, even as blood flowed into his cock. In just seconds, he was fully hard and aching.

Ginny looked back at him with a smirk and a glint in her eyes, delighting in the way she affected him. Shamelessly, she continued grinding against the prominent tent wedged against her ass.

"Is this what it was like when you were riding with Demelza?" she asked breathily.

"Oh Gin, this is much better." And it was true. All the contact between him and Demelza had been incidental, and Ginny was doing purposefully to stimulate him. Not to mention, his hands were completely free to do what they liked.

He brought a hand up to caress her chest, and she wasn't wearing a bra. He could feel her erect nipples through her shirt. "Gin." He moaned.

"I guess having small boobs does have some advantages." Ginny quipped.

"Your boobs aren't small." Harry protested, massaging her breasts through the material of her shirt "They're perfect."

"Harry." Ginny said fondly "Luna's boobs are on the small side. Mine are even smaller than hers. I get that you like them, but you don't have to lie to me about how big they are."

"You're not insecure?" He asked.

"No." She insisted. "Well, maybe a little bit. But its fine."

Harry had gotten good at reading her, and he knew she was more insecure than she let on. Just because she could deal with it, didn't mean he couldn't help. "Turn around."

Ginny complied, now straddling his lap while facing him. She had her skirt hiked up, so she that his erection was pressed right against her panties. Harry's hands went to her button down uniform shirt, popping open the buttons and sliding it over her shoulders.

Harry's gaze wandered over her exposed upper body, focusing on her breasts. Her nipples were hardened peaks to the gentle swell of her breast. Harry had only recently learned that that was not their default state- that women's nipples only perked up when they were aroused. Harry licked his lips.

Ginny knew what Harry was trying to do. She was well aware that she was lacking when it came to her boobs. She had once been very insecure about it, having to watch her roommates grow out, leaving Ginny behind. She'd been teased about it enough by the other girls in her year. After dating Michael and Dean, she'd been able to come to terms with it. Everyone had parts of their body they didn't like.

There were still times when it got to her. After she and Dean had broken up, she overheard him telling Seamus that Demelza and Hermione were much hotter anyway, because they actually had boobs. Yeah, that stung.

However, her knowledge of Harry's goal didn't make her immune to his efforts. He was looking at her boobs with not just lust, but absolute adoration, and when he licked his lips it was enough to make her forget anything that might have otherwise been on her mind.

Harry's hands closed around the base of her breasts, kneading them gently. While that wasn't particularly pleasurable in itself, though it did feel pleasant, the look in Harry's eyes promised that it was just the beginning. Ginny had begun slowly gyrating her hips, rubbing their crotches together. Ginny knew this wasn't an effective way to get off, or even a way to get off at all, as far as she knew, but how could she not? His cock was right there. Okay, they were still separated by three pieces of clothing, but still. Her hands had gone to Harry's waist, stabilizing her as she ground against him.

Harry's hands continued to massage around her breasts, becoming increasingly firm with his movements. Ginny's head tilted back and her eyes drifted shut. As much as she wanted to observe Harry, what he was doing to her was just heavenly. It was soothing… relaxing even as it was pleasurable- not intense, but simply lovely nonetheless. Meanwhile, Ginny's hips continued to gyrate against Harry, subconsciously searching for the most pleasurable movements.

Harry's thumbs finally brushed against her nipples, even as the rest of each hand was able to cup the entirety of her breasts. The calloused pads gave an exquisite friction against the sensitive nubs that made Ginny gasp softly. They circled and rubbed at her nipples with a feather light touch, teasing her maddeningly. Ginny's fingers dug into Harry's hips as she began rocking against him more insistently, trying to find that perfect motion that would rub just the right spot.

Since her eyes had drifted shut, the feel of Harry's mouth around her nipple was a complete shock. Her eyes flew open as she whimpered "O-o-ooooh." He sucked firmly on the nub, rubbing it with his tongue. Then he moved to give its twin the same treatment. Then Harry's thumbs returned, more firmly this time, as he kissed around the sides of her boobs.

And then Ginny found the perfect rhythm. She found that if she thrust her hips forward just so, the short jerking motion would rub her clit. Her panties were wet with her juices, which were now rubbing off onto Harry's pants. Her movements intensified, and she realized that she was building up towards an orgasm.

Harry seemed to sense this as well, as he became more aggressive with his movements. His mouth closed around her nipple again, and he sucked hard. "O-oh Harry" She whimpered "Your cock feels so good against my c-clit. Oh fuck."

Harry pulled back, gently nipping at her nipple with his teeth as he did so. "Fuck!" Ginny squeaked. Harry's fingers replaced his mouth, rolling the nub between them firmly. "You- You're going to make me cum. You're just sucking on my tits and I'm humping you through our clothes, but you're still going to make me c-UUUUH! Ooooh FUCK! Fuck Harry! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

When she came to, Ginny rested her forehead against Harry's. "I'm such a lucky witch." She breathed.

"I think most people would say that I'm the lucky one in this situation." Harry remarked. "But thank you."

Ginny rolled her eyes and kissed him gently "Thank you. Most guys would-" she paused "Wait, you didn't cum?"

"Err, no. You weren't really rubbing near the tip so…"

"No. Unacceptable. I'll have failed in my duties as a girlfriend if I don't rectify this situation." Ginny asserted. Her hands went to work, unlatching his belt and unzipping his pants. Harry distantly remembered that he still needed to talk to Ginny about something, but the issue seemed so distant right now. Because Ginny was holding his cock in her hand, and when she caught sight of it she licked her lips.

It can wait till later.

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Later, Harry and Ginny cuddled together, enjoying the evening sun and the breeze coming off the lake.

"I'm worried, Gin."

The redhead shifted in his arms so that she could look up at him, showing him that he had her attention.

"It's just. I guess the thing we're worried about is the ritual not working. But what if it does work?"

"We'll figure it out." Ginny responded.

"What if we end up inside of each other's heads and don't have any privacy?" That had been hounding him for a while. Having Ginny inside of his head… it was scary. If she could see everything, would she even want to be with him anymore. He wasn't daft enough to think his wandering dirty thoughts would turn Ginny away, but there were other things… things that Harry never, ever, wanted anyone to know about him.

"Harry, we'll get through it."

"We might not have any secrets from each other. Maybe we won't have a filter and end up accidentally hurting each other. What if-"

Ginny interrupted him with a firm kiss. When she pulled away, she looked him in the eye and told him, calmly but firmly "We'll figure it out. Together. I know it's scary, but we've just got to listen to each other and try to understand where the other is coming from. I believe in us, love."

Her eyes held his, and Harry found he couldn't look away. Her affection and sincerity was overwhelming, almost suffocating. The problem was, he hadn't told her the real reason why he was nervous. Why the thought of bearing his very soul to her secretly terrified him. "I hope you're right." He said hoarsely.