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Hogwarts Adventure 

Chapter 20

The Burrow wasn’t much to look at, but of course, Harry already knew this. The structure seemed to have been designed by a drunk blindly waving his wand. Each new story or extension seemed to have been added on with complete disregard for geometry or gravity. The whole thing leaned slightly toward the east, as if a strong gust of wind had tilted it to the side. The wooden roof tiles were a patchwork of new slats and some that had been weathered over time. Harry liked it. He liked how it refused to collapse, even when logic said it should. He liked how, even at a distance, you could hear the noise spilling out. He heard whoops of laughter, the pop of small explosions, and the shrill shriek of someone being chased down a staircase. He liked that the orchard was big enough to accommodate a game of Quidditch. He liked that the garden gnomes would give him the finger and run away, and he liked the smell of fried eggs that hung in the air around breakfast time. He could already smell them cooking. 

He knocked on the door and waited. Ron had written a couple of days ago, inviting him over to the Burrow. Since he didn’t have anything better to do, Harry took him up on his offer. 

The door flew open, and Ron’s freckled face popped out. His eyes were shining, and his hair stuck up in red tufts. “Harry! You made it, mate!” Ron’s arms shot out and yanked him in. He then smacked him on the back with a force that nearly knocked the air from Harry’s lungs.

“Easy, Ron. You’re going to break my spine,” Harry wheezed.

Ron chuckled and grinned. “If you think that’s rough, just wait. Fred and George are at it again. Mum’s going mental. You hungry? We’ve got, like, half a cow’s worth of sausage left from breakfast.”

Harry opened his mouth to say no, but then he caught the smell wafting in from the kitchen. He could smell buttered toast, sausages, and eggs. “Yeah, actually,” he said. “I could eat.”

Ron led the way through the cramped, crooked room. The walls were lined with family photos. There was a small Ginny Weasley with mashed carrots on her face. There was one of a much younger Percy holding up some award he had won, and there was a shot of all the Weasleys crammed together at the beach. They all smiled and waved at him as he passed. 

As they passed the bottom of the stairs, a deafening BANG came from above, followed by the crash of something heavy. The ceiling shuddered, and Ron winced but didn’t pause. “That’ll be the twins. They’re testing new fireworks. I’m surprised the house is still standing.”

They rounded the corner into the kitchen, and Harry stopped short at the sight of Molly Weasley. She was at the stove with her back to them, humming tunelessly as she prodded at a pan. Her hair was a mass of fiery red curls pinned up in a haphazard knot. A few loose strands bounced with every movement. She wore a tissue-thin, powder-blue bathrobe cinched tight at the waist. The bottom barely covered her ass, exposing the backs of her legs and the tops of her thighs. The robe clung to the curves of her hips and billowed open at the front, hinting at the deep valley of her cleavage and the soft pink edges of her nipples. Harry’s cock twitched so hard he was surprised it didn’t smack the kitchen table.

Molly turned around at the sound of footsteps, and her smile was immediate and genuine. Harry got a proper look, and the sight almost made him stumble.

Molly Weasley was not the frumpy, dumpy matron he remembered her to be. She was an absolute knockout and built like a goddess. Her skin was smooth and pale, flecked with the faintest hint of freckles across her nose and shoulders. Her eyes were large and bright, and her lashes were long, thick, and dark. Her heart-shaped face was soft, with high cheekbones, a small, perfect nose, and full lips that were made to be wrapped around a cock.

But it was her body that caught the full brunt of his attention. The robe did nothing to hide the round, jiggling perfection of her tits. They bounced in perfect sync as she walked forward, and the top of the robe was open so much that Harry could see the inner slope of each tit all the way to the pink areola. Her waist was slim, and her hips were scandalously wide. Her smooth thighs were thick and soft, tapering to calves he longed to caress.

She saw Harry, and her lovely face lit up. “Harry, dear! You made it.” She wiped her hands on the robe and hurried over, the motion sending both breasts bouncing in hypnotic waves. Harry tried to keep his eyes up, but he obviously failed. She didn’t seem to mind.

She wrapped him in a hug and pressed every inch of her body to his. He felt her tits flatten against his chest, and he deliberately angled his hips so his hard-on pressed right into the top of her thigh. He knew she’d feel it. He wanted her to. He smirked when he heard her gasp. 

Molly went stiff, just for a second. She pulled back, and her eyes darted down. Her sexy mouth parted in a little O of shock. She looked up, met Harry’s gaze, and shuddered. Then she burst out giggling. “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises?” she said in a low purr. “Come in, come in, don’t just stand there in the doorway.”

Harry grinned stupidly and stepped aside so Ron could get through. Ron immediately bee-lined to the table, scooped a sausage off a plate, and started chewing. Harry dropped his bag by the kitchen entrance.

Molly ushered Harry to a chair and made a show of bending over to grab the tea kettle. Her robe hiked up and exposed the full roundness of her ass. She poured a cup for him, set it on the table, then sat herself on the edge of a nearby stool. She crossed her legs, showing off the long, smooth stretch of thigh, and angled her body so Harry could see all the way up the robe if he tried. He immediately tried.

“So, Harry … I’m so glad you decided to come,” Molly told him while Ron pigged out on sausage. Her tone was perfectly even, but her eyes were locked on the bulge straining against his zipper.

“Thanks, Mrs. Weasey. I’m happy to be here,” Harry replied, trying to sound casual. He sipped the tea while staring at her sexy legs and bulging tits. 

Molly gave him a look that said she knew exactly what was up. “Well, we’re delighted to have you. I hope you’ll be comfortable … though with all these boys in the house, I’m not sure we have a bed left that isn’t broken.” She laughed, and her tits bounced with every breath.

Harry barely heard a word she said. His eyes traveled up her leg to where it met the robe. Seeing this, Molly subtly parted her legs just enough for him to see a flash of her smooth, bare pussy lips. The scent of her arousal drifted into his nostrils, and his cock strained in his trousers. 

Ron, oblivious to everything, grabbed another sausage and talked through a mouthful. “Fred and George said they want to throw the quaffle around later. We have a few extra brooms. They’re pretty old and slow, but at least they stay in the air.” Ron then noticed the bulge in Harry’s lap. “Did you bring a cucumber to snack on or something, mate?” he asked, clearly confused. 

Harry chuckled and didn’t bother hiding it. “I’m just excited for breakfast, I guess.”

Molly snorted at his cluelessness. “Boys,” she said, rolling her eyes. She reached out and lightly caressed Harry’s forearm. Her fingers were warm and soft. “You’ll have to excuse them. They’re not used to polite company.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Harry said. He stared between Molly’s legs, and in response, she spread them a little wider, displaying the entirety of her bald pussy. Molly’s lips curled into a sly smile. She moved in a way that intentionally made her robe pull to the side, exposing her hard nipple. 

They sat in a sexually charged silence while Ron finished eating. Harry was openly staring at Molly’s body while she giddily showed it off. The twins thudded down the stairs, one after the other. Their faces sported identical, wide grins. “Harry!” Fred yelled. “Are you up for a game of Exploding Snap?”

“Or maybe we can sneak into town for a quick drink!” George added, wagging his eyebrows.

Molly shot them both a glare. “If you two set off another firework, I swear I’ll chop you up and feed you to the gnomes.” She turned to Harry, and her expression softened. “Don’t let them get you in trouble. Good men are hard to find,” she said seductively. 

Harry could hear the double meaning, and he caught the way her eyes kept darting to his lap. He spread his knees, just a little, and let her see the full outline of his cock. It was fully hard, and it stretched the seam of his jeans.

The twins darted out, leaving the three of them alone again. Ron mumbled something about “helping Fred and George” and vanished, leaving Harry and Molly facing each other across the table.

Molly exhaled slowly. She hopped off the stool, stood up, and her robe shifted again. This time, Harry got a full view of her smooth, puffy mound. She took two steps and stopped at his side.

“Would you like a sausage?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

Harry shook his head. “I should be asking you that,” he said, blunt as a hammer.

Molly froze. For a split second, she looked shocked. Then a look of pure delight spread across her gorgeous face. “Cheeky boy,” she whispered.

He stood, pushing his chair back. He towered over her, but she didn’t seem intimidated. She looked up, licked her lips, and let her eyes travel from his face to his chest. They then went down to the bulge in his jeans. Harry reached out and brushed his hands against her waist, just above the belt of the robe. He squeezed, and Molly’s eyes fluttered while she let out a little moan.

“Welcome to the Burrow,” she said through her shudder. Molly leaned in and pressed her tits into his chest again. Harry could feel her hard nipples. 

Harry leaned in. “I hope I’ll enjoy my stay,” he said, grinding his cock against her hip.

Molly let out a ragged breath and smiled. “Oh, you will,” she promised. She ran her hands up his back before stepping away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.

“Go upstairs and settle in,” she told him. “I’ll be up to check on you in a bit.”

She left the room with her hips swaying, and the curve of her ass was outlined through the thin robe. Harry watched her go, already plotting all the ways he could make her lose control.

Upstairs, the twins cackled, and the house shook with the force of their antics. But all Harry could think about was the weight of Molly’s tits against his chest, the softness of her waist under his palm, and the scent of her wet pussy. He hadn’t even unpacked his bag, and he was already desperate to fuck her. He smiled to himself, grabbed his bag, and went for the stairs.

Harry shouldered his bag and started up the Burrow’s creaky staircase. The walls were lined with more lopsided family photos. As he climbed, he replayed every bounce and sway of Molly’s tits in slow motion. He nearly missed the landing, which would’ve been embarrassing as hell. He paused to get his bearings. Ron’s room was farther up, but Harry’s feet led him the other way, toward the sound of a wizard wireless playing an upbeat tune.

He stopped in front of a door decorated with stickers of Harpies Quidditch players. The name ‘Ginny’ was spelled out in wonky, glittery letters. Harry hesitated for a moment and then knocked gently.

The music cut off. There was a muffled thump, a frantic shuffle, and a muffled “bloody hell.” After a second, the door cracked open, and Ginny Weasley’s face appeared in the gap. She wore no makeup, but her cheeks were flushed, and her copper-red hair tumbled over her shoulders. It was the rest of her that caught Harry’s full and undivided attention.

Ginny wore a thin, low-cut tank top in canary yellow. It was so tight and sheer that the outline of her nipples was visible through the cotton. The shirt ended just below her perky tits, exposing her flat, smooth stomach and the sweet dip above her belly button. She had on the tiniest pair of light pink panties Harry had ever seen. The waistband hung low on her hips, and the fabric barely covered anything at all. Her legs were long and lightly toned, and her skin looked silky smooth. Her state of undress did nothing to help the raging erection hiding in his trousers. 

She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but the pose only squeezed her tits together and made them look even rounder. “Um … hi,” she said, her eyes wide. “Can I help you?”

Harry grinned, putting on his most disarming smile. “Hey, Ginny. Sorry to bother you. I’m Harry Potter … Ron’s friend. I was just on my way up and thought I’d say hi.” He deliberately let his gaze drop, taking in every inch of her body. He let out a low whistle. “Wow. You look … incredible.”

Ginny’s blush deepened several shades, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “It’s just … um … well … thank you,” she muttered, clearly embarrassed but also pleased at the attention. “I didn’t think anyone would be up here yet.”

Harry rested his shoulder against the doorframe and leaned in close to her, making her tilt her head back to meet his eyes. “You should dress like this more often. You’ll make half the wizards in England pass out.”

Ginny snorted out a little laugh that ended in a snicker. “Are you kidding? Everyone knows when it comes to … that … men are useless.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not all of us,” he told her and looked down at his own crotch. Ginny’s eyes followed, and she gasped loudly at the sight of his enormous bulge. She looked up at his eyes in complete shock. She had always been told that men had no desire for women, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it due to their pathetic junk. Now she had a man at her door who proved that this wasn’t always the case. She swallowed loudly. 

They stood in awkward silence for a moment, both acutely aware of how hard they were staring at each other. Harry remembered the version of Ginny he used to know. She was shy and nervous, and she barely spoke a word in his presence … at least for the first few years. This Ginny was completely different.

“Um … do you want to come in?” Ginny asked in a trembling voice.

“I’d love to,” Harry said. He slipped past her into the room, and his hand brushed her bare hip as he did. She shuddered at his touch and quickly shut the door behind him. Her bedroom was neat and sunlit, and it was filled with Quidditch posters, a shelf of books, and a desk piled with parchment and ink. There was a battered broomstick leaning against the wall. 

Ginny sat on the edge of her bed and tucked her legs under herself, which did nothing to hide her panties. She gripped a pillow and squeezed it between her thighs. She then looked up at Harry with a nervous expression.

“So … is this your first time staying at the Burrow?” Ginny asked, not knowing what else to say. Of course, she quickly realized how stupid her question was and blushed like a fool. Harry chuckled in response. 

“Yeah. I was hoping to see the famous Weasley hospitality in action,” Harry said, moving closer. He dropped his bag to the floor and sat down next to her, close enough that their knees touched.

Ginny’s eyes were fixed on his face, but they quickly lowered to his crotch. “Ron said you were coming, but I didn’t think …” She stopped herself, and her face got even redder.

Harry cocked his head. “Didn’t think what?” he asked. 

She bit her lip. “I didn’t think you’d be so … fit … or that you’d want to talk to me.”

“Are you kidding?” He reached out, caught a lock of her hair, and twirled it around his finger. “I’ve been curious about you ever since I saw you at the train station. And now, seeing you like this …” He let his eyes rake over her body, blatantly checking out her sweet curves. “You’re gorgeous, Ginny.”

For a long second, she didn’t respond. Then she let out a nervous laugh and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a git.”

Harry shrugged with a smirk. “I suppose that’s true.”

Ginny smiled shyly and dropped the pillow. Harry’s eyes immediately swung to the crotch of her panties. The thin material clung to her body, and Harry could see the shape of her lips and slit through it. 

“So, is it true what they say about Harry Potter?” she asked.

He smirked. “That depends. What do they say?”

“I’ve been writing my friend who’s in Gryffindor with you, and she says that you’re absolutely rubbish at behaving yourself around pretty girls.” She looked up at him, and he could see the desperate need in her eyes.

“Guilty as charged,” Harry unapologetically said, leaning closer. Ginny’s breathing picked up, and she was practically vibrating with excitement.

He reached out and ran his hand up her thigh, loving how soft and smooth her delicate skin felt beneath his palm. Ginny inhaled sharply and spread her legs just a fraction, inviting him to go further. Harry let his fingertips trace the hem of her panties, and she shivered as she closed her eyes and bit back a whimper.

“Are you always this forward with your guests?” he teased.

Ginny shook her head. “Never. Only with you.”

The admission was so honest that Harry almost felt bad for teasing her … almost. He pressed his palm flat against her inner thigh and squeezed, earning a delicious gasp from Ginny. She looked down at his hand and blushed madly.

Harry was about to say something else, but Ginny cut him off. She reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him into a desperate, hungry kiss. Her lips were soft but insistent, and her tongue darted into his mouth with a confidence that surprised them both.

He kissed her back and slid his hand up her thigh to cup her thong-clad ass. Ginny’s hips bucked forward, grinding against his palm, and she let out a muffled moan into his mouth. Harry captured her soft, warm tongue between his lips and sucked on it, making her whimper cutely.

They broke apart only when Ginny needed to breathe. She licked her lips and stared at Harry with an intensity that was almost predatory. “You’re … really good at that,” she said, her voice thick with arousal.

“So are you,” Harry replied while squeezing her ass. 

Ginny ran her hands up and down his arms, marveling at the way his muscles flexed under her touch. “I always wondered what it would be like to have a guy in my room,” she admitted shyly. “It’s kind of a dream come true.”

Harry smiled while teasing her soft skin. “The best is yet to come,” he assured her. 

They sat in silence as their hands explored. Their eyes were locked together as each dared the other to make the next move. Ginny was the first to speak.

“Do you want to touch me?” she asked breathlessly.

Harry nodded and kissed her again. He let his hand wander, slipping under the waistband of her panties and caressing the softness of her bare pussy. Ginny shuddered, clutched his arm, and bucked her hips forward, desperate for more.

Harry let go of her lips and ran his fingers through her folds. “You’re already so wet,” he teased. “Is this living up to your fantasy?”

Ginny whimpered and nodded furiously. “It’s better than I imagined.”

He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and biting gently while his fingers teased the slick folds of her pussy. Ginny’s entire body arched into him, and she let out a strangled moan, muffling it against his shoulder.

Harry's massive cock was straining in his jeans. Ginny reached down, found his cock, and squeezed it through the fabric. She looked up at him with a desperate expression. “Can I see it?” she asked in a shaky voice.

Harry grinned, stood up, and pulled his jeans down.