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Harry & Ginny test drive a new car.Notes:
Thank you to belladonna_tb
for the plot bunny, and to almond_joyz
for 'fleshing it out' (so to speak). Of course a very big thank you to the best beta, the_vixxmeister
. :)Harry ~
We got it! You should see it, it's fantastic! It's dark blue. I wanted red and Hermione wanted silver, but we compromised. Hermione's also made a rule that it's only to be used "as it was intended". So I guess that means no more flying trips to Hogwarts, ha ha. Eventually I will take driving lessons (her idea) although I really don't see the point. I can always make the car drive itself. What use is it being a wizard if you can't use magic?
Anyhow, you and Ginny are invited for lunch today to see it. Come by around noon. See you later!
"So they finally did it, hey?" Ginny remarked, as she came over from the sink to read the newly arrived post over Harry's shoulder at the breakfast table. She passed a treat to Pigwidgeon, who twittered merrily and then after a rather clumsy take off, swept away through the window.
"You know that once Hermione gets an idea in her head she's not going to let go," Harry replied with a chuckle. "She's really pushing this idea of blending her magic and Muggle roots. Although I'm not so sure about the idea of Ron behind the wheel of a Muggle car. We might have to put out a warning."
Ginny giggled, and then she came around and perched on his lap. "Have you ever done it?"
"Done what?" Harry stroked her arms as he looked into her eyes.
"Driven a car."
"No," Harry said, with a hint of regret in his voice.
Ginny kissed him. "You sound a little disappointed about that. Do you want to learn to drive one?"
Harry shrugged. "I hadn't really thought about it," he said, although his cheeks flushed and he smiled faintly.
"You're a rotten liar, Potter." Ginny wiggled her bum into his crotch. Harry growled, grabbed her waist and began tickling her. She squealed. "We should get one someday. It might be fun. Dad would be absolutely beside himself, having two Muggle cars in the family."
Harry nuzzled her neck, tracing his lips along the curve of her throat. "Mmm. You know what else might be fun?" He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as his mouth moved up along her jawline and teased her lower lip.
"Something naughty, I suppose?"
"Of course." Harry pried her lips open with his tongue and then caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Ginny turned in his lap and straddled him, leaning closer with her breasts pressed firmly into his chest. She pressed her crotch into the growing bulge in his pajamas.
"So tell me what you have in mind," she said, in a low husky voice. Harry's hands moved up beneath her t-shirt, and she groaned from somewhere deep in her throat.
Harry caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. He cupped her breasts, fondling them lovingly as he looked at her. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sending heat rippling through her body. His eyes were alight with mischief that reminded Ginny of his Hogwarts days. But there was something else in there; it was dark and primal, and it excited her.
"Have you ever heard of the term 'parking'?" he said.
"You mean like sitting down?"
Harry chuckled, his cheeks flushed. "Sort of. It involves driving a car to a private place, parking it there, and then having sex in the back seat."
"Hm. I take it you'd like to 'park', now would you?" Ginny's hands dropped into his crotch. Harry's erection rose to meet her fingers. He grunted, nudging her.
"I've thought about it," he growled.
"So supposedly you haven't thought about driving
a car, but you've thought about shagging in one."
"Sounds like something I might be interested in trying." Ginny smirked. Her knickers grew damp at the thought. "But we don't have a car." She raised her eyebrows.
Harry grinned. "We know someone who does. We'll stop over there a little early and give it a go."
"You mean we're going to break into Ron and Hermione's car?"
"Not exactly. There wouldn't be any shattered windows or jimmied locks or anything like that…"
"…Just us in the back seat," Ginny finished. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, tasting pumpkin juice on his breath.
"Exactly. So are you up for it?"
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "What do you
* * *
The car was parked at the foot of the driveway next to the modest two-story brick house on the quiet, tree-lined street when Harry and Ginny discreetly apparated into the side yard at a few minutes past eleven.. It was a small blue two-door, gleaming invitingly like a jewel in the sun.
"Nice car," Ginny remarked with a giggle.
"It's about to get a lot nicer," Harry quipped.
Harry peeked around the corner of the house, and then he took Ginny's hand, and they darted over to the garage where they confirmed that Ron wasn't hanging about. In fact, both Ron and Hermione's voices could be heard emanating from a partially open window upstairs; it sounded as though they were debating over whether to buy a television set. Ron, obviously was pushing for one, while Hermione was insisting it would cause their future children to lose brain cells.
Ginny's heart raced with excitement; her crotch throbbed with anticipation. Even though Ron would absolutely throttle them both if he found out, right now she didn't care. Ever since Harry had suggested the idea of having sex in a car, it was all she could think about.
She was wearing a skirt – or what she and Harry referred to as her 'sex skirt', which was made of deceivingly modest blue denim, with brass buttons and little side pockets. It wasn't so short as to raise any eyebrows, but it was short enough to give Harry easy access; and beneath it she wore a pair of hot pink silk knickers that she knew drove Harry mad. On top she wore a loose-fitting white summery peasant's blouse with a clingy white tank top underneath. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had dabs of flowery perfume on her inner elbows, wrists, and the hollow of her throat.
Meanwhile Harry wore faded blue jeans and a t-shirt with stripes alternating in light and dark green that she'd bought for him to bring out his eyes. He'd made a point of informing her that he wasn't wearing any boxer shorts. He looked every inch the excited little boy, his eyes shining and his cheeks flushed as he performed the "Alohomora" charm on the car door – Ginny noticed with satisfaction that his zip was bulging. Then the two of them piled inside, tumbling into the back seat in a mess of limbs. Harry locked the door and put a silencing charm on the interior of the car.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Ginny said, as she pulled her blouse over her head. She was straddling Harry, who was reclined on the back seat. He had already unfastened the button and pulled down the zip on his jeans. The car smelled of fresh leather and a distinctly new-car aroma that was hard to describe; it wasn't particularly appealing, but at the moment it was the last thing on Ginny's mind.
The first thing on her mind was her husband's cock. The long appendage sprang to attention as soon as he peeled away the top of his jeans. It was impressive, resting in a bed of thick black curls. His hands cupped her breasts through the tank top, kneading the soft skin and fondling her nipples to hard peaks.
Ginny leaned forward, pulling her hair out of the ponytail so it formed a curtain around her face. Harry's cock was flush against her belly; she bent and flicked the tip of it with her tongue, taking in the salty taste of him. His hips shifted involuntarily, and her knickers became wet all over again. Harry grunted, sliding his hands up over her legs and under her skirt to push her thighs open.
"You look so bloody hot," he muttered. He smiled as he touched the damp crotch of her knickers, and then one thumb slipped inside to stroke her. She purred, leaning into his touch, willing him to touch her clit. Knowing well what she wanted, Harry avoided the swollen bead and instead teased her by stroking the triangle of hair and spreading her juices around.
"And you smell so good, too. The perfect blend of flowery perfume, strawberry shampoo, and sex," he added hungrily.
"I'm also wearing those hot pink knickers you like," Ginny said with a mischievous smile.
"What did you wear knickers for?" Harry raised an eyebrow, but nevertheless he looked pleased.
"Well we are
at Ron and Hermione's house. I have to be a little
discreet…we don't want to give them an eyeful now, do we? Especially not Ron. That would be a bit awkward, I think…"
Harry chuckled, and she raised her hips a little so that he could pull the knickers down. "No, I'll take the whole eyeful for myself," he said, licking his lips. Impatient, Ginny banished the knickers and pushed the skirt up around her waist.
"You're sure you aren't uncomfortable?" she asked. He was half sitting, half laying across the back set with his head jammed into the corner between the seat and the window at an awkward angle.
"Do I look uncomfortable?" Harry lifted the tank top over her stomach, and then she helped him pull it the rest of the way over her head. Her breasts sprung free, bouncing as she moved to toss the tank top on the front passenger seat. Harry fingered the hard cherries of her nipples.
"Honestly, yes you do," Ginny admitted, leaning into his touch like a cat. "You'll probably have a stiff neck tomorrow."
"Probably, but I have a stiff prick right now and I believe it takes precedence." Harry eyed his cock, pressed urgently against her stomach. Ginny felt the throb against her skin, and in turn her hips shifted upward. She moved her slit along the ridge of a protruding vein, and her skin prickled with cool desire.
"Mm, impatient now are we?" she said, enjoying the look of strained pleasure on Harry's face as she teased him.
"When it comes to you, I'm always
impatient," Harry growled. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them roughly, rolling the malleable skin between his fingers like dough. "Now come on, love."
Ginny braced one hand on the back seat and the other on the head rest of the driver's seat and then raised herself onto her knees, until the top of her head brushed the ceiling. She looked down at Harry, whose eyes were trained fully on her and hands were gripping her arse. Even through the cotton shirt, the broad planes of his chest were very prominent. The shirt was pushed up slightly, exposing the dark trail of hair leading to his nether region.
"I love Auror training," she purred.
She began to lower herself onto him, slowly letting the tip tickle the edge of her cunt before she pulled back up again. Harry exhaled sharply, hissing like a snake, and he shot daggers at her with his eyes. With a little smile and a thrill of power, Ginny lowered herself again, this time going down just enough so the tip disappeared between her legs. Harry gripped her hips, urgently pulling her down; she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of him inside her for a moment, but then she pulled back up.
…" Harry's voice took on an edge. He dug his fingers into her skin while simultaneously arching his waist up in an attempt to penetrate her. As he did this Ginny opened her legs a little more to finally welcome him inside.
"Better?" she said.
"Much. Oh Sweet Merlin
…yes, harder love, harder
Ginny moved her hands. Pressing her palms into the ceiling she pushed back on her lower body, jamming Harry's cock into her as far as it would go. Her body seemed to mold itself around his cock, sealing it off as though they were biologically joined there. It felt magnificent.
!" Harry bellowed at the top of his lungs. The expression on his face reminded Ginny of how he looked after winning at Quidditch, only magnified about one hundred times. It was an expression of pure ecstasy. His hands slid up her waist and onto her breasts while she rocked her hips forward and back, digging her crotch into him. Meanwhile her lower body tightened, pressure building in her abdomen as the blood pulsed into her cunt and moved her closer to orgasm. She bit her lip, pushing back against the rising wave trying to prolong her pleasure just a few seconds more.
Harry's eyes rolled back into his head, and his glasses slipped off his nose. A second later his hips jerked and a rush of heated jets poured into her. Harry then wilted beneath her, sweat beading on his hairline. His t-shirt clung to his body like a second skin. She grabbed on to him, digging her nails into his shoulders as the tendrils of climax slowly wrapped themselves around her. Then she came with a great release, and draped her sweaty body over his.
"We absolutely have
to get one of these," Harry panted, as he combed the hair off her face. He kissed her slowly and deeply.
"Oh absolutely," she said, when their mouths parted. "In the meantime, perhaps we ought to get inside before Ron and Hermione come looking for—what?" Ginny paused upon seeing Harry's face go white. His jaw tightened, and he quickly pushed his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose.
"Too late," he muttered thickly.
Ginny frowned. "You're having me on, right? Because if this is a joke, I'm not laughing."
Harry shook his head. "I wish I was, love. But right now your brother has got steam coming out of his ears. I don't think he's too keen on the idea of us shagging in his new car."
. Now we'll never hear the end of this." Ginny glanced over her shoulder. Through her hair she caught a glimpse of her brother, fists clenched and eyes bugged out, glaring at them from a few feet away. Not far behind him, Hermione skidded to a stop and covered her mouth with her hand. Her shoulders shook with laughter.
Ron rounded on her. "It's not bloody funny, Hermione! That's our new car and now we'll have to sell it before we even get to drive it!" he yelled.
"Don't be daft, Ron! We'll clean it. There are plenty of cleansing charms."
"I don't care! I'm not ever driving that thing now. In fact, I don't even want to look at it!"
"Oh for Merlin's sake," Ginny muttered, and her mouth twitched. She turned away from her brother and sister-in-law and looked at Harry, who was also fighting off a grin. "Well, you said you wanted a car, right?" she winked.