Ginny giggled as Harry found his prize, her face flushed slightly from the lack of normal breathing she had just experience and the sensations he was creating as he pulled her knickers down and off.
Her knees went slightly weak as he began to flick his tongue on her wet sex. She moaned, tried to catch herself and cut if off, but she could hardly help it. She obeyed the feeling of him wanting her to open further, and jerked her hips as he slide his finger into her. Feeling him nuzzle the tiny triangle of red curls she left right above her lips, she dropped the hand holding her wand and the lumos charm ceased.
“Oh Harry,” she whimpered, biting her bottom lip, his mouth was around her clit now and Ginny was so close she could hardly stand it. Another digit joined the first and Ginny’s head lolled back against the door again.