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About a week after Harry had arrived at the Burrow, he went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment Harry sat down, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl. Pretending he hadn’t noticed this, Harry took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him.
“Letter from school,” said Mr. Weasley, passing Harry a yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink.
“Dumbledore already knows you’re here, Harry - doesn’t miss a trick, that man. You three have got them, too,” he added, as Ron, Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas.
For a few minutes there was silence as they read their letters. Ginny had not come back under the table yet. The table was decorated with a long table cloth so nobody was able to see under it.
Harry’s eyes widened when he felt a small hand on his crotch. His chewing slowed and he was almost sure who it was under the table. Taking a quick glance through the seats, everyone was all there, of course besides Ginny. A smirk appeared on his face, but just to be sure, he deliberately dropped his fork and dived down to retrieve it. He was greeted by Ginny's pair of bright brown eyes staring at him. It was quite clear what she was planning to do under there.
Harry sat back up in his seat and scooted his chair in a little, just to make sure that nobody would have any curious eyes about what was going on under the table. Ginny continued her previous actions and rubbed Harry through his jeans. She began to unzip his jeans after unbuttoning them and reached inside. She pulled out Harry’s flaccid member and began to slowly work her hand around it, pumping a few times while he hardened.
Ginny reached underneath her blue dressing gown, where no pants were to be found, and rubbed her fingers along her opening. She was pretty wet. With her juices on her fingers, she reached up again, grabbing Harry’s member and used her own wetness as lubrication.
Above the table, Harry held his stoic posture and listened Mr. Weasley bombarding him with questions about Muggles’ sex life.
“Fascinating.” he would say as Harry talked him through using a rubber dildo. ”Ingenious, really, how many ways Muggles have found of pleasuring themselves without magic.”
Harry blinked his eyes a couple times when he felt Ginny’s small, wet tongue lick the tip of his manhood. Her tongue trailed from the tip, down to the underside, down until she could no longer go any further because of his knickers. Fully using her tongue, she trailed back from the bottom, all the way to the tip and wrapped her lips around the head, sucked gently one time, and licked back down again. She tried to pull Harry’s jeans down just a little, to which he sat up some in order for her to do that.
Ginny now had full access to all of Harry. She returned to her former actions and placed her lips around the tip of Harry's member, one hand wrapped around his length, and the other now moving to cup his balls. That made him bite his tongue. The feeling of being pleasured in three ways at the same time was almost too much for him. He released a small grunt, but it didn’t concerne Ginny—it was just another risky noise adding to the excitement.
Her juices were started to dry up by this point, and so she decided it was time to stop teasing Harry. She placed a gentle kiss underside of Harry’s member, tasting salty pre-cum. He wasn't fully hard, and she needed him to be. She wrapped her tongue around his member as much as she could, licking up and down. She could feel him becoming harder by the second. Gently squeezing the base of his member, gently squeezing his balls that are still cupped in her hand, she could see him slouch a little in his seat.
Ron then stopped saying how weird it is for Ginny to be in her room. She never shuts up normally. “Are you okay, Harry?” he added.
Harry dared to nod his head, but he gave no word answers. His face felt hot. He was now fully hard, Ginny now engulfing the head of his member into her mouth. Merlin’s pants, he could just imagine looking at her right now. Her tiny, little mouth trying to fit something so large, just to make him feel good. Her actions were making it rather difficult for him to talk though.
Ginny squeezed the base of the member once again, now earning a quiet moan from Harry. That caused some eyes to turn his way and he eyed them all.
“I… uh… My scar hurts,” he lied and whispered under his breath ”Bloody hell.”
It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harry’s very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys’ doorstep years before.
“Maybe curse scars sometimes hurt years afterwards,” Mrs. Weasley said.
She began to clean the table of what Harry was so thankful for. He sighed in relief and then began to bite his tongue. He didn’t know how much longer he had until he would cum, but he hoped he’d be able to hold in all of his moans.
Harry’s reached under the tablecloth and entangled his fingers in Ginny’s red hair, a frantic look on his face. He desperately wanted to cum. She was currently deep throating a good portion and he was loving every second. He pushed against her head, urging her to take more of him.
He wanted to feel her tongue on his balls as her throat was so far down on him at this point. If only she could read minds… And, as if she could, he received his wish. Ginny pushed her tongue out and licked the underside of the member. Harry was on the verge of cumming. His eyes widened as he felt Ginny literally fucking her throat against him. He could tell how hard she was trying not to make any gagging noises, but she was doing a fantastic job.
As Ginny moved back up for another gulp of air, she moved back down immediately. She was going to make this boy cum, hard. She did everything in her power to fully take Harry’s member until her lips met his base. As she went down she placed both of her hands now on Harry’s legs. So close, so…close, Harry was thinking and shut his eyes. Ginny had the tip of his member in the back of her throat, and that was Harry’s limit. He held her head there. Going to cum…
He couldn’t hold back the moan and grunt this time. As he released his seed down Ginny’s throat, he could just imagine how much she gagged and he could feel her pushing back against his hands. Harry’s breathing was heavy. He let go of Ginny’s head and she fell back, hitting the persons feet who was behind her.
Uh oh… Ginny thought. She was about to be discovered, and probably in a lot of trouble. As everyone was staring at Harry in shock and wondering what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y-fronts had just happened, a head peaked under the table. It was Mr. Weasley. He stared at her daughter with wide eyes, his glasses almost falling off his face. She had tears in her eyes from being unable to have air for so long and she could see some of the remainder of Harry’s cum on the corner of her mouth. Mr. Weasley looked up from under the table, a blush on his face, everyone turning their gazes to him.
“What is it, Arthur?” Mrs. Weasley asked. “You look like you just saw a boggart or something.”
Blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, Ginny made her way from under the table, after wiping the tears and the cum from her lips. She was greeted by six faces. She sat in her chair beside Harry and let out a shy giggle.
“I hope what I’m thinking didn’t just happen…” Ron said.
Ginny gave everyone a weak smile.
“I… uh… didn’t think I’d be found out,” she said, rubbing the back of her head.
For a couple minutes, the table was quiet until the twins let out a high pitched laugh. Fred reached over and patted Ginny on the shoulder.
“Good one, Ginny!” he shouted, his laughing never subsiding.
This is the best house I’ve ever been in… Harry thought.