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Gryffindor

Harry admitted to himself that his first one had been almost cheating.

It had started out as a stupid squabble between him and Seamus, a bragging match that had ended very unexpectedly, when Neville Longbottom had pulled out a tome containing a list of Hogwarts' extracurricular achievements.

"Here it is," the plump boy had said, "the only objective solution to your argument. 'Number XVII, Makyng the Hogwarts four. Whoever wizard byds a witch from each Hogwarts Houses; feisty Gryffindor, swete Hufflepuff, quirky Ravenclaw and devious Slytherin shal receive this commendation from the master of the school, pendyng some token of verification'.

Seamus had jumped on it immediately, almost falling to his face, slurring that his wand notch count was twice as high as that.

"Youuu ssstuupid Ssseamus," Harry had returned. "Hogwartsssss four, no whoorehousse four."

Of course, Seamus had not liked that, and a magical bet had quickly been agreed to. Whoever completed the 'Hogwarts' four' first, pending verification, would be declared the winner. The loser would have to do a particularly humiliating forfeit, of which the lesser was said the better.

Of course the first thing to do after they had sobered up the next morning was check that they indeed had sworn their respective magical oaths, and had not merely doodled dildos around the parchment, as Dean had done on his transfiguration homework all night. After they had confirmed that the only way to get out of it was indeed forfeiting, Harry had even been forced to go to Dumbledore to ensure that the 'achievement' could still be done.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it, the book had not been updated since 1756, so it was still very much part of the school's rulebook.

"Some traditions are hard to change," the aged headmaster had said. "Although I for one am glad to see you finally undertaking an ambitious personal project."

Harry was sure that Seamus had figured that he would back out immediately after they were given the green light, as the dare featured two things he nominally hated; his budding fame and his pathetic attempts at flirting with girls (Seamus, git that he was, fashioned himself as a dark haired Adonis). But Harry was not a stuttering sixth year anymore. He had grown a lot over the summer, and more importantly, had gained some experience.

Besides, it was not like he could screw up his first 'date'.

Ginny Weasley had a huge crush on him. This much was undeniable. He had been her personal hero ever since their second year, and time had not decreased her feelings towards him. They had only turned the blushing freckled child into a stunning spitfire who may not blush as much, but did give him quite the fiery glances from time to time. It was high time he returned the favour.

The time would be after the Gryffindor - Slytherin match. After their victory, spirits would be high, spirits would be downed, and it should prove easy to sneak away to one of Hogwarts many unused classrooms for some late night celebrations. If he played his cards well, the girl would understand it as a one-time thing too. It was not that Harry thought that Ginny wasn't girlfriend material, but she was Ron's little sister. He was not about to do that to his best mate.

The day of the match came, their first in the year. It was a chilly mid-autumn eve, but the weather held well enough for a clean match, which of course his team won. He was the youngest seeker in a hundred years and already a player for Puddlemere United, the first school-age recruit in… well, ever. Really, it was most unfair.

Unfortunately his careful planning was immediately derailed when Ginny jumped on him as soon as the match had finished and he had returned to the locker rooms. Kissing him so furiously that he was almost dropped onto his back, the redhead made it clear that he had not been as subtle as he had thought in his glances towards her in the leading days. Or perhaps the victory had finally given her the courage to do what she had wanted to do for all those years. Harry could not tell either way. Harry also could not breathe.

He thanked his lucky stars that Ron had not managed to win that keeper position last year as the rest of the team entered and caught them red tongued. There were a lot of cheers and wolf-whistles, answered by a two-fingered salute by the youngest Weasley. She had her hand in his, he noted; had not let go even when their lips had separated.

"Right, not a word. Also, bugger off, won't you?" Harry said. He had to admit that Ginny had lit a fire in him he was not sure he could quelch on his own.

The rest of the Gryffindor team laughed, and Coote thumped his back.

"Don't worry o' great captain, we'll make something up. Maybe a visit to the infirmary?"

They all changed quickly, discussing the possible excuses they could give the rest of the Gryffindors back in the common room, whilst Harry and Ginny observed quietly, still holding hands. Harry noticed from the corner of his eye that the girl had turned her head slightly, so that the mass of her hair hid her face from his eyes. A demure gesture rather out of character for her, he thought.

Finally they left, and Harry wasted no time in casting a locking charm on the door. He turned towards Ginny. He had to admit to himself that he was somewhat nervous.

The girl in question was still looking partly away, freckled face covered by the curtains of her bright red long hair. She was an athletic girl; extremely fit, with an ample chest that did not look out of place on her petite figure. Yes, Ginny Weasley had become quite the looker, which did not really make the situation any easier. In fact, it made it harder.

"So…" he said.

"So," she echoed, mischievous bright brown eyes finally finding his. "Wanna snog?"

"Hell yes."

Their bodies found each other once again, as did their tongues. Ginny was a deep kisser, and she did not waste their time with any of the usual courtesies, pawing her hands all over his body possessively, as her tongue plundered his mouth.

Ok, a bit of order please. Harry thought. I need to figure out a couple of things which I can't do with you all over me.

He took hold of her wandering hands and put them back onto her own body, unwittingly forcing her to caress her own curves. To his surprise, Ginny purred, and momentarily ceased her assault of his mouth. They separated, flushed and wearing identical grins.

Harry licked his lips.

"Ginny," his whisper came out hoarse.

"Harry," she said. Then she looked up at him with trepidation, as if she could not quite believe what she was doing.

He took a moment to observe her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was ragged, her lips cherry red and moist. They looked full and inviting, and it was only normal that Harry should want to capture them again.

She tasted great without tasting of anything in particular, and her mix of feminine musk and perfume drove him wild. Almost without meaning to, he forced the clasp of her quidditch robes open and divested her of the garment. She wore a simple combination of a long dark shirt and tracksuits underneath, along with her quidditch boots. Her body fit far better against him now that the burly robes were off.

She sighed in his mouth, and he bit her lip slightly in return. They kissed more. Harry's hands found themselves underneath her shirt, caressing her toned sides hungrily. The force with which Harry pursued his exploration eventually pushed them until Ginny's back hit one of the brown lockers.

Trapped between the metal and the man the redhead gasped and shifted, the coldness in her back making her further press her breasts into his chest. Harry moved into her, squishing her completely against the hard material, eliciting wonderous amount of friction as she attempted to almost melt through him to avoid the chill.

"Harry," Ginny moaned.

"Hmm?"

"You are overdressed."

"Oh, right."

One hard pull, and the hard bulge of his pants was pressed against her waist, as his robes were dropped to the floor and Ginny pressed herself against him once again. They continued their heavy kissing and Ginny's leg began rubbing against his thigh. This was all the invitation he needed to cup her wonderfully tight arse with his hand, pressing her groin into his.

"Ohhh," she breathed. He only grunted in reply, mind already hazing with that violent single mindedness familiar to all men.

They grinded into each other as he began to assault her neck. Ginny's other leg curled around his waist and Harry was forced to divide her weight between his hands and the wall of the locker. Her arse felt even tighter in his palms now that it was the only thing holding her straight though, so he did not complain. It was not easy, but lifting weights had nothing on lifting Ginny, in terms of motivation at least.

Now that Ginny's mouth was hers again she was free to moan and murmur in his ear, and otherwise encourage him to her heart's content. Eyes closed, she had one had on his hair, the other on his shoulder. Still, the continuing grinding was making Harry very hot underneath his clothes, and he itched to take them off. Hers too.

Harry eventually let Ginny's legs slid down, as his hands went to the hem of her shirt, still more or less breathlessly entangled. She put her arms up without any encouragement and off it went. Ginny's push up bra was bright red, the colour of her hair, and it contrasted nicely with her pale, slightly freckled skin. Not content with only seeing one set of underwear Harry's hands went to the sides of her pants. He was stopped in his tracks by her deft hand worming inside his own tracksuit, finding his erection and squeezing it tightly through his boxers.

"Merlin Ginny," he hissed.

"What?"

Harry tried to focus.

"This is a terrible idea."

Ginny looked up at him in a mix of lust and amusement.

"Since when has that stopped you?"

Harry really couldn't argue with that.

A she worked on rubbing his cock he worked on her tracksuits, pulling them down as far as he could take them. Her knickers were the standard white of the Hogwarts uniform, though with a Gryffindor crest etched on the center. He noted with dark pleasure that the golden lion looked like it had taken a dive in the lake.

They briefly separated, just so that Ginny could step out of her pants and her boots, and Harry slid off his shirt. He grabbed her again and kissed her deeply, her hands caressing his abdomen, and as he did he sneaked a hand to her back.

A slight flurry of fingers, a gasp, and Ginny's bra fell between them. Her breasts were wonderfully full, and standing at attention. Pert and perky, they fit into his hands perfectly. Ginny's long hair was cascading down her back, as he massaged her delightful mounds, nibbling on her earlobe all the while.

"Merlin Harry," she groaned. "You're making me randy as all hells."

Figuring he could increase her state of arousal further, Harry once again pressed her against the tall locker. The redhead hissed at the contrast of hot soft bodies and cold hard metal. Having squished her anew against the locker, Harry was able to grind against her once again, as he simultaneously kissed her neck, and thumbed her nipples.

Her moans and murmurs were now wanton and intelligible, but Harry had also reached the point where his self control was slipping.

But how to let her know that this was not the prelude to a serious relationship? He did not want to lead her on, but neither did he want to lead her to walk out right now and leave him with a horrible case of blue balls.

Damn. This situation clearly required deft management and-

"This is a one time thing." Harry grunted bluntly. Sometimes subtlety had to go fuck itself, so that he could go fuck her without his conscience annoying him anymore.

Ginny's eyes flew open, losing some of their lustful glaze. But she was also too far into it to pull back now.

"We'll see," she finally said, eyes slightly narrowed.

With that final detail worked out, Harry hurriedly divested himself of his boots and pants. Constrained only by his boxers, junior was almost out and ready to play, and pressed against her own willing sex as he kissed her for one last time.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"H-here?"

Oh right. Sex against the wall -or locker, as it happened to be- was kinky as all hell but it wasn't very practical. Harry lifted her, one arm around her back, the other on her arse cheek, and carried her towards the benches, as she held on for dear life.

Depositing her on one of the them, he yanked her panties off, throwing them carelessly to one side. He used the motion to caress her inner thighs, drawing a knee jerk. Ginny had a loosely trimmed bush, as fiery as her hair. Her lower lips were puffy and weeping, and the throb Harry felt at the sight almost threatened to pop the vein running along his length.

He took his boxers off, finally freeing his erection and positioned himself by her prone body, one hand underneath each knee, spreading her legs wide. With warm hands she guided his cock home, and in one thrust Harry buried himself to the hilt.

Ginny arched her back in a wordless whimper, but Harry was far too focused on her perfect tightness to care much about her wobbling breasts.

She felt fantastic around him, to the point that he briefly considered that her body had been designed specifically for him, and he felt idiotic for not doing this sooner.

"Fuck Ginny," he said, seeing her underneath a new light. One of the burning lamps had run its course and the room had plunged into a semi-darkness.

And fuck they did. For about fifteen seconds.

He hadn't been in her but for a couple of thrusts when he felt her almost seize beneath him. She went still and her entrance clenched almost painfully tightly around his cock. Her choked and shaky groan confirmed his suspicion.

"Did you just come? Heck, I knew I was good but…"

Ginny's full body flush was the same colour as her hair.

"S-screw you… i-it was the broom… friction..."

Harry had to chuckle.

"Sure it was. Heh. Is that why you like Quidditch so much?"

Ginny did not seem very capable of responding, twitching as she was, so shrugging Harry continued at it; gently though, he wasn't a mindless beast.

His gentleness however, did not last long after she had recovered. The girl was moist and soft, and her warmthness maddened him. Harry soon increased the severity of his thrusts until the bench beneath them rattled in tune with his efforts, her moans echoed by his grunts.

Ginny clung tightly to him as best she could, thighs still apart by Harry's power. She emitted such an unintelligible stream of moans and mumbles that in more rational times he may have felt concern, but his mind had taken a leave of the cockpit, leaving his… well, cock, in charge.

Harry remembered that he had forgot to cast a silencing charm on the door, and hoped that Professor Hooch wasn't about to burst into the room. It was not so much the embarrassment it would bring but the pain of separation that concerned him.

But this worry too was brief, soon swallowed in the storm of sweat and sex. Harry did not think he had ever wanted anyone as he wanted her at that moment. He was still pounding away when Ginny's fingers caressed his wrists.

"G-gently. Harry. Be. Gentle," she moaned, each word punctuated by his thrusts. "You're hurting my back," she added, after he had slowed down.

She might as well asked him to bugger Slughorn but he complied, cursing himself for not having picked a better spot. The wooden bench did indeed look particularly uncomfortable. Then he realised he was a moron. He was a wizard wasn't he?

Harry slipped out of her sex, eliciting a moan of complaint. Ginny's hand kept a hold of his wrist, refusing him free movement.

"Where are you going?"

"One second love," he reassured, "let me go get my wand."

She allowed him to do so and he transfigured her disregarded robes into a rough and discoloured mattress. It was soft enough though, which was what mattered. For the third time that evening he picked Ginny up, and carried her to his makeshift love nest. He laid her on top it and lay on top of her in turn. She moaned and wriggled, and Harry didn't ask before he buried himself in her again.

In and out, in a motion familiar to all mankind. First softly, then faster. He kissed her as they made love, her breath hot and heavy in his, her legs curled around his waist, drawing him deeper. He pinched her nipples, she scratched his back. She bit her shoulder, he sucked her neck, leaving a mark. She shakily complained to him that it was too warm to wear a scarf. He reminded her about magic.

In their new position Harry was free to set the pace and the severity of their coupling which meant that it was not long before he finally peaked, shooting his seed deep into her womb in three long streams.

He sighed, burying his head in red.

"God Ginny, you are brilliant," he mumbled from between her hair. Familiar exhaustion numbed him, and he momentarily leaned his whole weight on top of her, feeling her heart rhythm in his own chest.

She shifted and took his face, leading it to her lips. He felt her smile on his and he rolled over, momentarily dizzy by the release of his sperm. Ginny breathed next to him, taking his hand in hers.

They laid there side by side for a few peaceful seconds before she turned to him and began peppering little kisses to his chest, abdomen, belly button, trailing lower until Harry thought that… but no, Ginny went back up and nipped his earlobe.

"You were wonderful too," she whispered in his ear. "Very sweet." She laughed, and he pinched her, eliciting a yelp.

His arm went underneath her sculptured belly and he pulled her towards him, kissing her possessively. He figured it would not be long before he was ready for round two, but he also knew that it would not be long before their absence would be considered overly suspicious and someone would come investigate. Curfew was also likely around the corner.

With a sigh, Harry trailed his fingers up her spine.

"We need to go back before someone decides to check the infirmary, or something."

Ginny groaned. She sat up and noticed the red and gold linings of the mattress under them.

"Harry are these my quidditch robes?"

"Oh yeah. Shite, I thought they were mine."

She looked at him with mock crossness.

"They're going to be proper rank now, Harry."

"Then have them washed." Harry smiled. "Or don't, so that I can remember this moment every time I catch a whiff of you in training."

Then he realised what he had just said. Hadn't he told her that this was going to be a one time thing? Damn, he could be a royal idiot sometimes.

Ginny appeared unmindful as she grinned and brushed her lips with his.

"Tempting but no thanks. I prefer not to stink when I can help it. Untransfigure it for me?"

Harry did so and they began to dress quickly, exchanging quidditch clothes for his standard uniform. Harry was glad their little time together had not made things awkward between them. He really did like Ginny. She was fun, outgoing and not at all a prude.

"All done Gin?"

"One sec. Damn… well this is embarrassing, but Harry have you seen my knickers?"

He turned towards her.

"Don't worry, I don't think anyone will notice underneath the robes."

"Yeah but I have your c-." Ginny cheeks' tinged red. "Running down my thighs."

Harry understood.

"Scourgify?"

Ginny pulled a face.

"Merlin Harry, my… parts are sensitive. Especially now."

"Well, I can always conjure a napkin."

"Thanks, but no."

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Then shower upstairs. It's only a few set of stairs. You leave first, I'll wait for a few minutes so that we don't arrive together."

The party was likely in full swing now, and arriving side-by-side in their current state would only feed the rumours no doubt already circulating.

Ginny stood around for a second, hair messed, clothes dishevelled and biting her lip quite attractively. Harry had the sudden urge to kiss her again and chastised himself for it, but boy, could she pull the 'just woke up from bed' look quite nicely.

"Harry did you mean it? About this being a one-time thing."

Ah crap. That's what he got for being blunt about things. Still, once you committed...

"I mean… yes? Don't get me wrong, I like you a lot but you're…"

"Ron's little sister."

"Yeah."

She huffed, stomping her foot slightly.

"But why does that have to matter? I don't get it."

"It's a guy thing. But it's not the only reason," he added, forestalling her protests, "it's your age too, and the fact that I will be off to the leagues next year. It's just not… conducive to a healthy relationship."

Ginny growled, running her hands through her hair.

"But then why -"

"Why did we just shag? Damn Ginny, you can't just throw yourself at me and not expect me to react. I'm only human, after all."

Sometimes he disliked his manipulative side, but when it was her feelings versus his conscience it really was not much of a contest.

"I've seen how you've been looking at me all week Harry." She crossed her arms. "You can't pin this all on me."

"That's because you are ridiculously fit." Harry said bluntly. "Which is also not my fault, so yes, yes I can."

Ginny blushed lightly, and looked torn between being frustrated and being pleased.

"What am I supposed to say to that?" she said, almost whining. "You're not making any sense."

"I'm making perfect sense, and you know it."

That tore a nervous laugh from her.

"That's not remo- you know what? Fine, fine." Her face set and her shoulders straightened. "Have it your way. For now."

"For now," he repeated, thinking of the future, more specifically the future after he won the bet. He was sure that Ron could be made to come around right? And it's not like the quidditch season lasted all year...

She smiled, he returned it. But her eyes had an oddly intense emotion behind them.

"See you in a bit, Harry."

Why did his name sound like both a threat and a promise?

He watched her leave, feeling glad that he had let her go first, for more than one reason.

You may have been a bit of a dick, Harry m'boy, said a voice in his head, sounding very much like Albus Dumbledore's. Harry shook it off. What an absurd thought.

Nothing I said was a lie, he reasoned. He had only… withheld a couple of inconvenient truths. Yes, that was it. No lies, no hurt feelings, and great sex. And three houses left to go. Win win win, two times over.

He put his hand in his pocket, and took Ginny's knickers out of it. They were coloured white with tinges of yellow and red. Quite cute and also soaked to the brim.

He took them with him, of course. He needed proof after all, and he wasn't about to show the memories of his activities to the Gryffindor boys, or God forbid, the headmaster. Perverts, the whole lot of them. Also one of them was Ginny's brother, so he might not survive the experience if he did.

Harry whistled to himself all the way to the party. Along the way he conjured some bandages around his arm. Had to keep up the pretenses and all that.

He would have to do something nice for Ginny he thought, as he neared the portrait of the fat lady, deft sounds of merrymaking coming from beyond, the redhead had been a great sport and an even better shag. Perhaps buy her a cracking christmas present. Yes, that could work.

Harry grinned, then he burst out laughing. The portraits around him stared at him as if he was insane.

Yes, his first one had not been hard at all.

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