Harry’s ability to hold back broke when she assured him. He still wasn’t totally convinced but the teenage boy couldn’t help himself. She smelled so good; soft, sweet and flowery. Ginny clung to him so tightly that he pressed his lips more firmly to hers.
Tentative at first, Harry took her top lip between hers, then the bottom one. Harry’s hands rested on her back and he began to lightly rub up and down. His heart hammered in his chest and his whole body tingled.
Slowly, her ran his tongue lightly along her lip experimentally.