Her eyes went wide in the dark even though she knew he couldn’t see it, she was a little worried and excited about the face that Harry wanted her so badly that he didn’t care that the charm to keep their exurtions quiet hadn’t worked. She tried to stifle her little moans, turning them to soft mews as their tongues danced.
She parted her legs for him, feeling his warm hand making its way back up her skirt. Moaning into his mouth as he moved her soaked pink knickers to the side, he began touching her bare folds, making her grind her pussy against his fingers. She felt his finger enter and she immediately wished it was his cock.
His cock was straining against the front of trousers, and Ginny fumbled in the dark for a moment with the fly and buttons until she had freed it. Her small hand wrapped around the base and stroked it slowly, her thumb brushing the head.