Ginny felt Harry's hand leave the tight spot it had found in her knickers. She made a sound between a whimper and a whine, then she felt his hands on her shoulders. If he could have seen the impish grin on her face he would have blushed. "He likes the way I give head," she mused to herself, feeling sort of proud.
She slipped down to the floor at his gentle commanding action. Her mouth opened instinctily at the feeling of his hands on her face. Feeling his cock brushing her lips she whimpered, and he pressed himself into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and teased it along the side and she flicked the tip with her tongue as he pulled out. She knew this was sort of depraved, sucking her boyfriend off in a broom closet, but Ginny didn't care. Harry had taken control of her and all she wanted to do was whatever her desired.