Title: To Love A Lesbian
Author: loony4lupin
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Summary: Ginny has a problem and goes to the only person who will listen to her bitch and then, she gets her shit together.
Rating: NC-17ish
Warnings: Very strong (overused) curse words, crack, masturbation and het!sex (duh).
Author's notes: A HUGE thanks to my beta S. She's amazing. She's more than amazing but I can't tell you everything because we might go to jail. I hope you enjoy this lrthunder.
"Harry's a lesbian."
Hermione looked up from the menu and tried to strategise an appropriate response that could diffuse Ginny's insanity quickly enough so that Hermione could get to her meeting at three, on time.
"Harry's a man, Ginny."
"He's being a fucking WOMAN and that makes him my GIRLFRIEND now, which makes him a lesbian, Hermione.”
“Doesn’t that make you one too?”
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Well, technically Harry wouldn’t be a lesbian. He’d be a self identifying lesbian.”
Ginny pouted, crossing her arms and looking extremely cross at Hermione, like it was her fault that Harry was --whatever Ginny was talking about. Hermione set down her menu and raised her eyebrows in invitation. Ginny huffed and flailed around a bit, the way she usually did when she was acting like a drunken Mrs. Weasley.
"I mean, Hermione, I feel like I have the biggest cock right now!"
Hermione coughed and decided it was time to cancel her afternoon appointment and order them drinks. If she was going to actually follow Ginny's insane conversation, then she was going to need to be severely intoxicated. She motioned to Hannah, but she was already headed their way with two glasses and a good sized bottle of Firewhisky. Hermione would bet a Galleon that Hannah had already called the office to let them know Hermione was having a "family emergency".
"He's KILLING me. I mean, if I actually had a cock I would have an erection, but since I don't-"
"You have a metaphorical cock and, therefore, a metaphorical erection?"
"YES! I have such a metaphorical erection that I can, metaphorically speaking, BARELY WALK!"
Hermione poured them both liberal amounts of whisky and downed her own in one gulp. Metaphorical erections always drove her to drink.
"Gin-"
"Hermione," Ginny said, pausing to take a sip of her drink before slamming it back down onto the table in a very dramatic fashion, "I need to have an affair."
Firewhisky spewed everywhere.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I need to fuck someone. But I've been thinking, I can't fuck another man because I'd feel too guilty. So, even though I'm pretty straight, I'd like to think of myself as an equal opportunity individual. And Luna says-"
"Ginny," Hermione said. Her voice was calm as she tried to hide her sheer panic. "What exactly are you talking about?"
Big, bad Ginny deflated, swallowing the rest of her drink and looking less crazy but still terribly pathetic.
"Ginny, what happened between you and Harry?"
"He won't sleep with me."
"Honey, Harry loves you-"
“Then why, won’t he sleep with me? It’s supposed to be me-“
“What?”
“IN MY FAIRY TALE!”
Hermione bit her lip.
“Hermione, I’m supposed to be the one freaking out about sex. Not him. He’s the boy! Except he’s not being the boy, he’s being the girl and what does that make me? I’ll tell you what it makes me, Hermione. It makes me the girl who is dating a boy who is acting like a girl, which does not fit into my fairy tale and or into getting laid.”
Ginny let her head fall to the table, banging slightly against the grain of the wood. Hermione poured her another glass of Firewhisky and Ginny mumbled something indistinguishable for anybody who hadn't spent their entire teen years falling in love with a Weasley.
"That's ridiculous, Ginny. Of course Harry finds you attractive! He's been in love with you since Hogwarts and you two survived a war together. And honestly, if he didn't find you attractive he could have run away with one of his many, many stalkers."
More mumbling and two very angry fingers.
"Okay, maybe not the most comforting subject to bring up. And I know you're angry at him, but he's emotionally repressed and, you know, he's always been insecure about himself. Maybe you should just tell him that you want him to make love to you, instead of just hinting at it."
Ginny looked up through her fringe.
"Sometimes, he's denser than Ron on the good days."
Hermione poured them both another drink.
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Ginny decided to just stop talking to Harry for a few days, in hopes that she would stop wanting to fuck his brains out. It didn't work. In fact, if she was being completely honest with herself, the not talking was actually making Harry sexier; especially when he moved from confused and apologetic to angry and unable to control his magic very well. All his breaking plates and rattling picture frames with flashing green eyes was turning her on and not really helping her situation.
It was pure torture.
It didn't take long before Ron was owling non-stop because Harry's mood at the Auror Department was causing people to get fired, and Ron naturally blamed Ginny. Not that it wasn't her fault, but it still pissed her off. Ginny sent only one reply.
Ron-
Mind your own fucking business or grow some balls and tell the Chosen One to get his wand out of his arse yourself!
-Ginny
Then, she retreated to Luna's. Ginny vowed to herself that the next time she touched Harry, it would be to fuck him… or kill him or depending upon how good it was, both. She wasn't sure which she was looking forward to more.
It wasn't that she was some sort of sex fiend, but she'd had sex with the wrong guy. Not that Dean wasn't an awesome guy, but he turned out to be gay as a Maypole so he didn't really count. She was finally ready to sleep with Harry, with someone she loved.
And she had waited.
Ginny had waited through uncertainty during the war. She had waited through the aftermath of the war and Fred's death. If there was ever a more desperate time for comfort sex, it would have been then, but Ginny had never pushed. She just let them fall back onto the path they were on because Harry went all noble on her arse, until naturally they had reached the climax of their sexual exploration without actually having sex. The exploration part didn't bother her. But they had been stuck at that point for five months.
Five months of sucking cock and mutual masturbation can dive a person insane. It certainly had that effect on her And it wasn't that Ginny didn't love Harry's cock, she just wanted to relocate its landing dock in the bedroom. But still, the lack of sex had her considering hasbianism, or at least that was what Luna kept saying. "Ginny, it's hasbianism. You can be a lesbian for a short period of time and then go back to men. Say it with me now. HAS-BIAN-ISM."
Ginny sighed and settled more deeply into the covers. Luna's guest bedroom was always the best escape, mostly because it was decorated like a jungle and actually made Ginny believe she was in South America when she woke up. There were even swinging vines. But it was a nice escape when Ginny's life got too much for her. Or rather, a place to retreat when Ginny couldn't go to the Burrow because her family was a bunch of nosy gits and couldn't mind their own damn business if their lives depended on it.
Luna simply opened the door, poured her really disgusting tea and then disappeared for hours at a time, only returning with insane stories and leaving Ginny plenty of time to brood and work her shite out on her own.
Three days, two conversations with Luna, and one owl from Harry that read, Please come home later, and Ginny was ready to leave her jungle sanctuary to face the real world and finally get herself laid. She Apparated to the alley near their flat and took a deep breath, going over in her head what she had planned to say to Harry- that she was sorry for acting violent and passive aggressive the past few days and that the real problem was that she was frustrated because their relationship hadn't progressed physically and she was ready for it to. And then she would apologize for calling him a woman because Luna said that even though he didn't hear it, his masculinity probably did, and if Ginny wanted to have sex with Harry's masculinity involved, then she had to apologize for the female remark.
Ginny felt pretty confident as she let herself in the flat. It was early in the afternoon and Harry was at work, leaving her time to shower and take a quick nap to help her prepare to talk to Harry. Only when she opened the door to the apartment, the distinct sounds of moans came floating down the hallway. Shock turned quickly to hurt and then to anger. It had only been a couple of days and Harry had already replaced her? That selfish bastard.
She crept down the hallway, barely containing her desire to burst through the partially open bedroom door and verbally abuse anybody in the room before giving them all a thorough Bat Bogey Hex. The afternoon sunlight spilled through the windows and Ginny peered through the sizable portion of open door. She could not believe her eyes.
He was beautiful. In a very manly sort of way! But still, very beautiful. She felt her anger dissipate as she watched him. He was reclined on the bed, his clothes abandoned around the room and the sun was playing off the subtle muscles in his body. It wasn't as if it was the first time Ginny had seen him naked, but it was one of the only times Ginny had seen Harry naked in the light. He had always been self-conscious, even around her, and he would never let her see him so exposed.
His back was arched against the cool blue of their duvet and his feet were planted flat against the bed with his knees bent as his hand slowly stroked his cock. His face was completely unguarded as he sped up the pace of his hand, squeezing the base on every downward stroke while his other hand slowly rolled his bollocks. Harry had always liked it when Ginny had touched herself in front of him but he had never put on a show for her, not like he was now, like every part of him was connected to her as he moaned and arched his back in pleasure.
Ginny shifted, rubbing her thighs together to create friction against her clit. She wanted nothing more than to strip and take advantage of his prone form, only now, she remembered exactly why she was here and exactly why Harry was having a wank.
"Am I not good enough that you have to go off and do it yourself?"
Her voice was low and dangerous but Harry caught it through his moans and stilled. His eyes were wide in panic, but his hand didn't stray from his leaking cock. Ginny just raised her wand and walked into the room. She didn't point it at him, just played with it through her fingers as she stared at him.
"What?"
"Why didn't you just tell me you would rather fuck your own fist than fuck me? It would have saved us quite a bit of time!"
Harry looked confused before it shifted to anger, and he sat up in the bed raising his own finger to point at her, as if it leveled the playing field somewhat.
"You've fucking gone mental! You haven't spoken for me in days and you've been gone to Luna's without contact for three days and now you're lecturing me about having a wank?"
Ginny stood at the foot of the bed and snarled right back at him, trying to ignore the fact that he was still naked.
"Well it's obvious that you'd rather be fucking your hand than actually FUCKING ME!"
"BOLLOCKS! That's not one bit of truth and you damn well know it."
"THEN WHAT'S STOPPING YOU? DO YOU NEED A FUCKING DIAGRAM OR SOMETHING?"
Harry went up onto his knees, his face inches from her own. She could feel the heat of his body and her own responded despite the fact that she was ready to kill him.
"Maybe I need you to be around for once, and maybe I'm a little bit intimidated by the fact that I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I'M DOING AND YOU'VE ALREADY SLEPT WITH DEAN!"
Harry glared defiantly at her, but Ginny had no words of response. Instead, she did what every Weasley would have done in a similar situation. She stopped talking because it just allowed for more trouble.
She mashed their lips together, biting at Harry's lower lip as his arms crushed her body to his. Ginny awkwardly scrambled onto the bed as their tongues wrapped around each other. The kiss was hot and bruising as if they were each trying to punish each other for the million tiny misunderstandings that had brought them to this moment. Harry pulled her again until she was pressed roughly up against his lean body and Ginny moaned into his mouth when his erection came into contact with her stomach. It was just good to feel him, tangible in her arms and so very warm.
It didn't take long before Ginny's clothes disappeared and joined Harry's on the floor. It was a flurry of roaming, open mouthed kisses and throaty moans. By the time Ginny had lost her knickers Harry was on his back with Ginny writhing on top of him. His hands seemed captivated by the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Her own mouth had taken to his nipples with biting kisses and her hips sought friction against his, grinding into his erection.
"Gin," Harry gasped when she sucked hard on his sternum just as the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit. Ginny looked up. Harry's eyes were lit with the passion she had yearned to see since she'd been at Luna's, and she wanted him more than anything she'd ever wanted.
"Harry."
He smiled, grabbing her arse and pressing down until the tip of his cock hit her clit again. Ginny threw her head back and moaned.
"Gin, are you sure?"
She moved her body until she was straddling his hips, his cock rubbing against the swell of her arse. He looked uncertain, as if she was made of spun glass. Ginny smiled and kissed his forehead before wiggling her arse against his erection.
"Should I be asking you that?"
His face broke into a grin and Ginny kissed him, her lips pressing against his teeth and licking into his mouth. Their kiss was slow and deep making Ginny's own body vibrate in pleasure. She broke away and rose up on her knees. Her hand found his and they both wrapped it around his shaft as Ginny locked eyes with Harry and slowly worked herself down his cock.
It had been a while and Ginny took her time, sliding in an inch before rolling her hips to get accustom to his girth. He was thick and warm in her hands and when she was finally cradled in his hips, she let out a gasp. It was a perfect fit. Harry seemed to seep into every crevice of her body like he was a part of her. She nodded to him before she started to move, pulling up until he was almost completely out of her before she moved back down. Harry moaned beneath her and grabbed her to pull her closer to his chest. It changed the angle and Ginny gasped as his cock hit a place inside of her that she had only been able to hit with a rather peculiar shaped dildo.
"Fuck, Harry!"
Only a few strokes later and Harry was warning her, thrusting up into her on every stroke and working furiously on her clit with his freehand. Their hips slammed together and then Harry was coming, his face screwed up and his hips thrusting wildly up as his come pulsed inside of her. The feeling of his hand working her clit in hard circles and the pulse of his come inside of her had her coming as well, yelling his name and pumping furiously on his still leaking cock.
She collapsed on top of him and buried her head into his sweaty neck, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Ginny smiled and tucked herself more securely into him as his softening cock slipped out of her.
"Hey, Gin?"
"Hmm?"
"Was, erm, was it g-good for you?"
Ginny looked up at the uncertainty in his face and kissed it away, slow and languid before pulling back from his smiling face. She returned to the safety of his neck.
"Gin?"
"Hmm?"
"What's this I hear about you calling me a lesbian?"
