"I hope you're wet already. We don't have much time." You say as you start to pull my skirt up."You know I am." I say as I'm unbuttoning your pants. Y...u're already rock hard, but I can't resist sliding down to my knees. Even if we only have a few minutes, I still want to feel you in my mouth. I take your bulbous head between my lips and swirl my tongue around the soft, squishy flesh. I flick my tongue along the sensitive spot on the underside of your dick where the head meets the shafts before. But somewhere, deep down, I still see you as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. In that same place, I’m still just Ginny Weasley.” Again, she held up her hand to shush him and keep him at bay. “Most of the time I can put away that little girl who girl who poured herself into a diary that fed her fears. Sometimes though, especially when I’m alone, she calls out to me, and I can’t help but hear her. When I do, all the old insecurities come back. Let’s face it, I’m no Fleur Delacour. I’m. “What are you saying?” I asked. “Just be direct.”“I don’t know what I’m saying, really. I was trying to explain my situation here to Ellie and Mary on Saturday afternoon and it was kind of difficult.”“I can see that.”“I didn’t tell them about my money, or about my mom and dad, other than the fact that they didn’t care and you took me in. But then it kind of got weird because they asked about how I met you and what our relationship is. And they’ve been here enough to know that you have two. I threw a shoe at the door. Then a book. And my study chair for good measure. I heard Lucien sigh outside and his footsteps walking away. I woke up the next morning not feeling rested at all because I had tossed and turned until almost dawn. I had cursed Lucien every curse I could think of and then some. I stretched tiredly and was thankful that I didn’t have classes today. I needed a ride, I decided. A fast, hard ride should clear my head and calm me down I hope. I was still furious with.