Author's Note: Hey guys! It's time! A brand-new year. I hope everyone has enjoyed the festivities and are now ready to enjoy some new smutty goodness. Having wrapped up the first instalment of 'Sensations of Shemales', it is now time to start on the second. I think I made it clear in the last couple posts of the first instalment, but it is quite a feat to get a story of that size actually finished, so here's hoping that the second part is just as successful as the first and it gets just as massive.

If this is your first time finding my work, then you are in for a treat. There are a full fifty chapters and six one-shots waiting for you to read before you enjoy this brand-new part, so go have fun. If this isn't your first rodeo, then let's get down to brass tacks.

This Is 'Sensations of Shemales: The Abstinence Curse'. We will be joining Harry and co. in their fifth year of Hogwarts for all the smutty antics you can enjoy. I know that I hinted the first chapter would be a Harry/Tonks chapter, I've subsequently changed my mind. As that is such a popular and requested pairing, I want to give it some decent build-up. You won't have to wait long at all, but it won't be the primary focus of this chapter. But seeing how she is one of the main characters for this story, I don't want to simply throw her in at the beginning without any set-up.

Regardless, I hope that you are just as excited as I am to get started on this new piece of smutty goodness. I'll not keep you waiting any longer. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Long Summer

More so than any other summer Harry had spent at the Dursley's, this one seemed particularly long and insufferable. Putting aside the roaring temperatures that seemed content to roast him alive, alongside the inane and superficial rules that the Dursley's imposed upon him regarding when he could and could not leave the house, the summer seemed to simply drag on and on. Every day crawled by at such a slow and meandering pace, with boredom becoming a seemingly constant and unending state. He was used to being bored at the Dursley's. The stark comparison to the magic of the Wizarding World and the dullness of muggle life saw to that. Whilst every summer at the Dursley's always saw him plagued with feelings of missing out on the world he spent the rest of the year in, this year only seemed to intensify those feelings. Why? Well, the primary reason in his mind was simple and plain: sex.

His past year at Hogwarts had been defined by sex. Almost every day he experienced some form of sexual delight, whether It be through some circumstantial fling with someone or through the regular intimacy of his newfound girlfriend: Ginny Weasley. There wasn't a day that went by without something sexual either happening to him or in his periphery. So, going from relishing the ravenous sexual delights of her plump redheaded beauty of a girlfriend to the forced abstinence of his cramped and isolated bedroom, was nothing short of torturous. It did give him plenty of time to ponder the past year and all the delectable highlights. From the discovery that witches sport typical male anatomy as opposed to muggle females; a delightful is baffling occurrence that he explored first with Ginny and then with many other girls; all to the way the explosive carnal heights of the salaciously gorgeous Delacour family. The countless hours he spent picturing their naked bodies, imagining their exposed flesh, all ultimately culminating with him being forced into taking himself in his hand and relieving himself. Mornings were exceptionally hard on that front. But he quickly found his imagination wouldn't entirely cut It, though not for lack of effort. Jerking off seemed to be nothing short of momentary relief to a problem that then wildly arose not half an hour later. There was nothing Harry wanted more than for some tenuous circumstances to arise and for him to be whisked of to the Weasley's and the proverbial sexual paradise that it had become in his isolation.

Rather embarrassingly, Harry had taken to reading the few letters he had gotten from his friend's at nauseum, reading into them perhaps more than was necessary and reading between the lines in the most frustratingly suggestive ways. It was a testament to his circumstances that a few meagre lines on a scrap of parchment had the capacity to get him so rowdy. Despite the fact that he had only received a handful of letters: three from Ginny, one from Ron, one from Hermione, and strangely enough, five from Cho Chang, who was seemingly making use of her request to write to Harry over the holidays more than his actual friends. Ginny wrote the usual, speaking of how much she missed him and giving a few saucy descriptions of what she was going to do to him when they were reunited, followed by a promise of the most amazing Birthday present he could ever imagine. And boy did he imagine. He imagined Ginny in all manner of suggestive positions, accompanied by countless of his friends, picturing a veritable reunion with everyone he had laid with at Hogwarts despite that being logistically impossible. Hermione and Ron were decidedly less intimate on account of their friendly relationship, despite Harry having done things with both of them. It was Cho's letters that had Harry most entranced. They were rather… normal. And in Harry's sex-addled mind, that became some of the most infuriatingly suggestive things imaginable. 'I miss being able to see you'. Not, I miss you? Specifically seeing him? Implying she got something out of seeing him. 'I keep imagining you and Cedric'. One of the only times she had seen them together was when they were having their threesome. Did that mean she was picturing that? 'I can't wait for school to start again so I don't have to do stuff alone'. Stuff? As in… sexual stuff? Harry kept flipping back and forth on whether or not it was simply a series of normal letters or a subtly explicit revelation regarding how she truly felt about him. It was safe to say, as a result of this, Cho was a regular fixture in Harry's imaginative fantasies.

Aside from his regular fantasies, the only other past-time that Harry could possibly partake in were leisurely walks around Little Whinging, trying to keep out from the raging heat-wave whenever he could. It was on these walks that he began to notice something he considered peculiar. He felt as if someone was following him. Several times he would spot someone lingering behind him as he made his way to the park, yet when he turned to look at them, it was clear that they couldn't possibly be following him. No matter how many times this feeling arose, and he turned around to confront or catch whomever was behind him out, he always came to the startling realisation that they looked nothing like the person he had tried to catch out the previous day. It all began to happen on the same road out over the field. Every day the same feeling would arise, and he would turn around and be met with a completely different looking person. Each day. Yet, never anyone he recognised. And he could have sworn they had the same eyes. Or the same look in the eyes. Or same mannerisms. Or something. But he just had to watch them walk on by. It was strange given how almost no one ever used that path, yet the same time, every day, he would spot a brand-new person walking along it. Perhaps he was growing paranoid. Ultimately, that paranoia came to a head, though not in the way he expected. Not in the slightest. Dementors. With Dudley hauled over his shoulder, the hulking mass of sweat and blubber clinging to him for dear life, Harry staggered his way back home, the dimming of the sun turning swiftly to night. Had the adrenaline and fear of the Dementor attack cleared quicker, he would have noticed a familiar pair of eyes watching him as he peeled into Privet Drive, taking Mrs Figg's advice and slinking into the confines of his home. And then, he found himself alone. And cut off from everything. Expelled from Hogwarts. Then… the doorbell.

Lifting his head, he raised an eyebrow, confused. Making his way through the house, he checked the window in Dudley's room and saw a cloaked and hooded figure at the door. Grabbing his wand, prepared to do anything regardless of the consequences, especially given the fact that there was little which could stop him or punish him at this point, he made his way to the door and slowly peeled it open, only to met with a wild and somewhat unnerving grin, "Wotcher! You must be Harry? Well, the scar's a give-away. Was beginning to think this little muggle button thing wasn't doing anything."

"I'm sorry… Who are you?" Harry asked, keeping his hand on the handle of his wand, still uncertain about the grinning woman at his doorstep. Sweeping the hood over her head, she revealed a head of purple hair, which swiftly cascaded down her back, her soft featured face feeling strangely familiar.

"Oh, sorry. My apologies. Name's Tonks. I'm a member of the Order of the… Sorry, not meant to say that. Erm… Oh, letter… Letter… Here. Explains it all. It's from Mad-Eye. And signed by Dumbledore, so you know it's real," the woman explained, reaching into her pocket and plucking a letter from its confines. Turning it over, Harry recognised the Hogwarts seal and quickly tore into it.

Stay where you are. Listen to Tonks. Await further instruction.

Alastor Moody,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

"Brief. But okay…" Harry breathed. As much as he didn't expect a massive novel in the letter, he expected a little more. However, it was still strangely comforting to hear anything at all. As inexpressive as Moody was, his gruff confidence came through in the succinctness of his letter.

"Moody would say it's concise. Do you mind If I come in? Not a big fan of open streets. Especially at a time like this," Tonks smiled, glancing up and down the street, her eyes peeling across the many curtained windows. The proclivity for snooping which muggles bore wasn't lost on her in the slightest.

"Oh, yeah… Sorry… Come in," the initial shock of the encounter dissipating into apologetic sincerity for his lack of manners. As his panic and paranoia cleared, the fact that people were actively working to ensure his safety, his mind turned a little clearer

"Thanks," Tonks grinned, stepping into the quaint muggle home and brushing past Harry. Closer the door, Harry's 'clearer' mind turner to one thing. The fact that a woman had entered the home. He didn't expect anything, yet his eyes made themselves useful nonetheless. Admiring the tight-fitting clothing that the woman was wearing, he let his eyes wander up her slim and slender legs, riding towards her pinched waist and round ass. He could tell with nothing more than a glance that her arse was a spectacular form, plump and juicy, yet without the sag of a fattened rump. Her slim waist rose up towards a rather unremarkable chest, her breasts barely swelling outwards to the point that her clothing was undoubtedly supressing them immensely. As she turned around and sank into a nearby chair, Harry gaze snapped quickly to her face, yet not quickly enough as a smirk cracked across her lips and his cheeks flushed a ruby red.

"So, what's… what's happening? Am I expelled? Or…" Harry stammered, stepping forwards and propping himself up in the hallway, hooking one leg in front of the other to hide his growing approval of the woman's features, a move that was noticed and deciphered by the purple-haired witch.

"Not officially. Dumbledore got you a hearing. So, you're not screwed yet. We're planning to move you to a safe house, but things are precarious. We can't make a significant move just yet. A couple more hours or so. The Or… I've been sent to get you packed and ready," Tonks beamed, playing dumb in regard to the obvious teenage placating going on in front of her.

"Packed? I've not even started…" Harry breathed, the notion of packing suddenly washing over him with a distinct sense of horror and apprehension. Everything he owned was strewn across his room and completely unorganised. The idea of sorting it out was nothing short of panic-inducing.

"That's why I'm here. Nothing a little magic can't sort out. Come on. The others might be early, and I don't want to get shouted at by Moody and Kingsley again," Tonks beamed, leaping to her feet and making instantly for the stairs, clambering her way up without even waiting for Harry to say anything. Somewhat amused by her eager and plucky demeanour, Harry's eyes quickly widened as he realised what was waiting for her in his room.

"You really don't have to! I can do it myself," Harry called out, rushing up and after her. As he arrived in his room, he stopped suddenly, his eyes unable to shift from anywhere other than Tonks and her chest. Her breasts… they were… they were definitely bigger. Not massive, just ample little handfuls. But… they were noticeably bigger. His gawping was fortunately overlooked by Tonks as she brushed his comment aside and lifted her wand.

"Nonsense. Magic will get it done quicker. Honestly, I don't know how muggles go without. Best I do it. If you do… Well, I reckon it's easier to explain using a Patronus to defeat dementors than a quick spell to avoid folding clothes. Let's see… Socks last. Easier to make pairs. Let's go with shirts," Tonks muttered to herself, lifting her wand and beginning to effortlessly fold clothes in front of Harry. Making his way into the room, he searched in vain for what he wanted to find and keep from Tonks' gaze, yet the shuffling of his clothes had upturned them from where they had been stashed. It was only when his underwear began to soar through the air that he saw them. A pair of bright red lacy panties. As he reached out to grab them, hoping that Tonks wouldn't notice, he winced as they were snatched from the air, held in place by Tonks, the woman raising an eyebrow at Harry, "Well… Good on you Harry. I didn't know you had it in you."

"They're not mine," Harry blushed reaching out for them, only to have them pulled back and out of his grasp, the smile on Tonks' face growing wider than before as she held them out in front of herself, admiring the intricate nature of the fine lacy garment.

"It's alright. I don't judge men that are in touch with their sexuality. Frankly, I reckon every guy should have a pair or two. And given that I can't see another, I'll assume you've got them on already," Tonks teased, giggling as she did so. Finally managing to wrestle them out of Tonks grasp, a smile sliding across his lips as he did so, Harry bowed his head, embarrassed.

"They're… They're Ginny's. Not mine…" Harry blushed, carefully stowing them away in a discreet portion of his luggage, primarily to make sure he didn't lose them, but also to ensure that no one else had the ability to discover them.

"Oh. Makes sense. Huh…" Tonks commented, stopping her tracks as if caught in mid thought. It took Harry a moment to recover from the deep blush on his cheeks and actually notice the strange look on her face. But before he could say anything, he noticed that once again, her breasts had changed, shrinking back down to the size that they were when he first inspected them. Had it just been a trick of the eye

"What?" Harry asked, his eyes carefully shifting back and forth, trying to see if maybe it was the angle at which he looked at them, yet, nothing seemed to make them swell or shift in size. Writing it off as his sex-addled mind, he quickly had his thoughts completely changed in their entirely by what she said next.

"Didn't think red was her colour. Then again, I've never really seen her wearing them," Tonks murmured, almost to herself before resuming the waving of her wand, finishing up the remainder of the packing. Harry's eyes widened. What the hell did she mean by that? Did she mean that she had simply never been in a situation where she would be able to see Ginny's underwear, or was she implying that when she had been in that situation, her underwear was nowhere to be found. Meaning… Had she and Ginny… Before Harry could finish that thought, for better or for worse, he was once again interrupted by a decidedly gruffer voice.

"The boy packed?" The familiar gravelly tones of his former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher commanded the space, the heavy thunk of a walking stick sounding against his floor as a hand clapped itself onto his shoulder, startling him immediately.

"Moody… Merlin's beard, you could have knocked?" Tonks exclaimed, almost dropping her wand and sending a pair of socks flying through the air, smacking against the window with a dull tap.

"So, I wouldn't interrupt you gossiping? Now get a move on," Moody growled, sidling back out of the room and along the hallway. Taken aback, Harry didn't even bother returning to his previous lewd imaginings of his girlfriend and the shapely figured woman before him getting it on. Though, when he did turn around, yet again he could have sworn that Tonks' breasts had grown exponentially, to the point it was undoubtable.

"Just be thankful he didn't walk in a minute earlier. I can't imagine you'd have been able to explain your knicker collection to him," Tonks grinned, returning the sock and clamping the trunk shut. With a grin, she enchanted his belongings to lift into the air and make their way downstairs

"It's not a collection…" Harry blushed yet again, embarrassed to no end that he had left them in the open. If Dudley had been the one to get into his room, he'd have never heard the end of it. Then again, Tonks didn't seem like the person to not use that sort of thing in playful teasing.

"Not with that attitude," she finished, clapping him playfully on the cheek with a suggestive wink, all before following the trunk downstairs, leaving Harry frozen in place, his jeans bulging as a result of everything that had happened since she entered his home. Unable to process any of it, he made his way downstairs to find the living room filled with several very obvious looking wizards, the sight of pointed hats and long flowing robes being nothing but a comfort to his excitement starved summer. He could barely conceal his glee as he was swiftly introduced to everyone before being bundled out into the garden. The swift thrill of the moment carried him as he had his broomstick thrust into his hand, his luggage stowed away across several broomsticks, held in place with spells. Before he knew It, he had the air in his face, speeding through the night-sky, thundering through the blistering winds. It was cathartic to say the least, his eyes racing across the sparkling star-lit sky, revelling in the fact that the boredom of the muggle life was being swiftly cast aside in favour of the wizarding world yet again. And then… he saw her. Tonks had peeled into view ahead of him, positioning herself on her broom in front. He wouldn't have given it any thought, unless he hadn't noticed the hem of robes whipping up and down, brief glimpses and flashes of flesh peeking out from underneath, the pale creaminess of her soft rounded ass cheeks teasingly taunting him in small hints. And… and an all too familiar tinge of bright red lace. He almost fell of his broom then and there as his eyes seemingly deceived him, yet he didn't have time to reaffirm his suspicions as they began to drift downwards, filing into a small space on a tenement street, their feet colliding with the floor.

Once again, his addled mind was distracted by a display of magic as a secretly hidden tenement building peeled its way out from between two others, snapping itself in place at the very centre of a seemingly packed street. A dumb grin plastered on his face, he was ushered inside, pushed past by the various people accompanying him, with Tonks going ahead last. With a smile and another wink, she made her way along, Harry's eyes drifting instinctually to her rear end and then down to the floor. Yet again, this woman shewed another anomalous sight. Something that took Harry by surprise and gave him reason to pause. He could have sworn, poking out from beneath the hem of her robes, he saw the tip of her cock. But that was impossible. It would be several feet long if that was the case. But he couldn't stop himself from wondering if his eyes weren't betraying him. Following after her, he was stopped from going any further by Mrs Weasley, the familiar red hair giving a moment of joy before she ushered him in the opposite direction and up the winding stairs of the cramped little building. Calling it eerie was an understatement, with the grim colour of the wallpaper and various magical trinkets littering the small shelves. Still, he pushed on and past the gruff haggard figure of the small house elf and found his way to the room that he was directed towards by Mrs Weasley.

As he pushed the door open, he barely managed to step inside the room before he was pushed backwards by someone flinging themselves towards him. Startled, his hands instinctively wrapped around the familiar form, pulling her close as a nest of red hair filled his vision, Ginny burying her head in the crook of his shoulder. It simply couldn't be understated the level of warmth that he felt in that moment as the summer of hell melted away into a moment of pure comfort, entwined in the arms of the girl he had missed the most. He only just noticed Ron and Hermione rising from one of the beds in the room, grins plastered on their faces, when Ginny pulled back and suddenly pushed her lips firmly up against his, pulling him into a deep and hungry kiss, one intensified by the weeks they had spent apart. Slowly, his eyes rolled closed as he returned the heat and passion, their lips bouncing against one another as they staggered into the room, the door swinging shut behind them as their lips parted and allowed their tongues to take things further. Curling and thrusting against one another, their tongues twisted back and forth, their snog becoming more heated and passioned, their hands inching downwards to rest on their hips. Neither of them needed to speak a word to reveal their ultimate intentions, as every throbbing inch of their desires were pushed firmly together, only held apart by the thin denim fabric of their jeans. Hungrily devouring one another's lips, the fact that they weren't alone in that room didn't even cross either of their minds, the two of them too engrossed in making up for lost time and doing what they had both been wildly fantasising about for the long weeks that preceded them. Little did they know, neither Hermione or Ron was taken aback or put off by the sight in front of them. Instead of saying something, Hermione turned to Ron with a smug grin on her face.

"Fine. You were right. We probably should have let Ginny wait for Harry alone," Ron said defensively, more annoyed with the look of victory on Hermione's face as she pushed him towards the door, content to leave the two of them to catch up with one another. As Ron reached the door, he turned back and commented, "I'm his best friend and not even a 'hey'? You'd think we hated each other…"

"Just go. You'll get your loving reunion later," Hermione smirked, pushing him through the doorway and tactfully locking the door behind her with a tap of her wand, leaving Harry and Ginny to the privacy of their wildest and most animalistic of desires.

Crashing down against the bed, pinned Ginny against the sheets, his crotch thrust forwards and pressed firmly against her's, the redhead spreading her legs to allow free and unrequited access. Continuing to snog, their tongues battling as Harry clambered on top of her, he satiated his most base and long-standing desire, lifting his hands from her hips, slipping one beneath her jumper, feeling hot tender touch of her skin as he trailed his digits higher. Not bothering to wrestle her clothing away from her, he simply tugged her bra downwards, clumsily exposing one of her breasts, allowing him to grasp it in his hands, feeling the soft embrace of the sumptuous flesh, her hardened nipple brushing callously against his palm as he squeezed and pawed like an animal, craving the basest intimate desires that only a teenager could wish for. In Ginny's heightened state of arousal, what would have elicited a giggle instead brought deep satisfaction, her husky breaths prying themselves from her lips, her delicate lips letting out soft moans in between the intimate smacking of their lustful lips. She had waited so long to feel his hands on her again, to feel the curve of his digits exploring her skin, his body pressed, no, thrust against her in orgasmic battle, driving her wild with each subtly of their delicate embrace. Fearing that she was laying there, motionless, allowing her boyfriend to lead a conquest across her supple and delectable body, Ginny felt the urge to take things further, allowing the two of them to drink in the more carnal pleasures that they both so desperately wanted. This was no time for the slow exploration of each other's bodies that had kick-started their unique relationship. This was a time to fuck.

Her spread legs suddenly tightened, clasping themselves around his waist. Her hands hooked onto his neck and with one swift movement, she rolled herself on top of him, pinning him to the ground with her hips, their lips never once parting despite the suddenness of the movement. Pulling her lips away, Ginny lifted her body and grabbed the hem of her jumper. Swiftly pulling it upwards, she unceremoniously tore away her t-shirt alongside it, leaving her haphazardly skewed bra. As if moving as one, Harry reached a hand up and effortlessly unclasped the garment, tossing it to one side before sitting up right to claim her lips once more. Had they not been so driven to intimate passion, they would have undoubtedly celebrated the stunning deftness with which Harry exposed her breasts, yet their orgasms mattered much more than any playful banter. Their lips once again went to work as Ginny grabbed and pulled away Harry's hoodie, hiking his shirt up and exposing his chest, her hands grabbing as his chest, once again tracing those muscular abs that had admittedly fattened up a little due to the inactivity of the summer, but were nonetheless the firm delights she adored. With Harry's hands attacking her breasts with renewed vigour, relishing their plump and full nature, somewhat convinced that they had swelled a little since they last saw one another, Harry began to tease and play with those perfectly pink nipples, running his thumbs across their sensitive flesh, adoring the hollow and breathless moans that burst from Ginny's lips in between her increasingly unsexy moans. The simple pleasure was intensified due to their reunion and the circumstances that brought their sex-desiring bodies together once more.

Unable to deny herself the satisfaction any long, Ginny forcefully pushed Harry backwards, his body flopping against the bed as Ginny shuffled slightly downwards. Remaining upright and with a delectable smirk on her face, her fingers began to work at his belt, unfastening it and undoing the last couple restraints that held his bulging crotch in place. With his jeans loosened, she snaked her way down the bed, kneeling between his legs. Pulling his jeans and boxers swiftly down and off his feet, she turned her eyes towards his cock, her gaze locking with the several long hard inches of thick man-meat; cock that she so desperately desired. Once again, their desire to fuck and orgasm overcame their usual repartee, with Ginny forgoing a comment on how he had definitely grown in size from his modest length the past year. At least nine inches now, his manhood throbbed in her fingers, her lips parting as she salivated at the sight. Sliding down onto her stomach, she watched as several beads of pre-cum rolled down the sides of his cock, his shaft thrumming with intense desire and a necessity for relief. Wondering if he hadn't cum all summer, Ginny quickly offered up a modicum of pleasure, with her lips parting and enveloping the bulbous bulb of sensitive flesh, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum instantly and letting out an unbefitting growl of satisfaction as her tongue curved across the purplish flesh. Moaning as a result, Harry leant his head back, sinking it into the pillow behind him, becoming utterly enthralled in the base simplicity of a blowjob. Having lived the past few weeks with nothing but jerking himself off, the addition of a warm mouth and tongue seemed almost heavenly in comparison. And it was. Fighting the urge to cum then and there, Harry simply savoured the pleasure, watching the gorgeous lips of delicious looking redhead go to work, paired with cock-hungry smiles and salacious stares.

It took only a few seconds for her to have cleaned his cock-head of all the pre-cum he had to offer, despite it almost being replenished by the second. Moans flooded her lips as she dropped her hands away from his cock, holding it upright with only her lips. Effortlessly, she angled her throat downwards and slowly plunged her mouth downwards, swallowing inch after inch of deliciously sumptuous cock. A shudder of pleasure tingled through her own cock as she savoured her boyfriend's cock, adoring every throbbing inch of his length as it filled her throat to the brim, stuffing her gullet nice and tightly. It took a few moments for her to rest her lips against his base, his pulsating length shuddering in her throat, being lathering In saliva and spittle as she stared into his eyes, her lips bulging with cock. Running her hands along his thighs, she simply fell in love with touching and feeling his body, all the while shifting her lips tentatively along the first couple inches of his cock, not moving too quickly and simply teasing him with the promise of a swifter and slicker series of sloppy movements. Simply being able to caress his body was a luxury she didn't think she'd be starved of, yet it felt all the sweeter to have him back in reach: such was the way of the teenage lovers. Her tongue curled and slipped around his thickness, the redhead marvelling at how his cock had definitely swelled in thickness over the summer and silently fantasising about the intense pleasure she would feel when he was once again sheathed inside her. That promise of pleasure caused her to salivate, more saliva streaming along his cock as her hunger grew deeper and more intense.

Driven by her carnal desires, Ginny began to put her deepthroat skills to the test, talents she had mastered over the previous year and ones she was more than happy to see exercised. Drawing her lips back to his cock-head, she pulled them right over the purple, glossy flesh, her hand quickly rushing to ensure it remained upright, her palm growing slick from the layer of spittle smeared across his length. Jerking him casually, she kept her lips pressed against his tip, her hot breath emanating across his engorged shaft, teasing him with what was to come. Without a word, she once again engulfed his cock, right down to the base, her throat bulging with each inch. Bouncing her lips up and down, she slurped hungrily and eagerly on his cock, the wet slaps of her lips meeting his crotch filling the room, her saliva dribbling down to coat his balls. Making sure her strokes were as long and fluid as possible, she graced every inch with her mouth, moaning with passion as she bobbed back and forth, impaling her throat again and again. Consumed by pleasure, Harry lay there, motionless, almost rendered catatonic by the overwhelming pleasure. In a strange twist of fate, his stamina didn't abandon him entirely, with his cock remaining hard long after he would have expected to cum. Perhaps his sex-starvation was acting counter-intuitively, bestowing on him the virility needed to capitalise on the hard and lengthy fuck-session he so deserved. Regardless, he wasn't questioning it, instead losing himself amidst the blur of fire-red hair bouncing on his cock, slurping madly, like some cock-starved nymph, desperate for her fix of cum. It was quite a delicious scene to say the least, with Harry falling once again in love with the subtle details of his girlfriend's movements. The way her cheeks hollowed as she drew back, or how her back curved downwards, fulling accentuating the delightful curves of her juicy ass, her jeans tightly fitted to the full and rounded cheeks.

They were both utterly thankful that Hermione had not only ensured their privacy by locking the door, but also with a spell of silence. Such a confined house meant that their intimate sloppy blowjob would be the loudest and most intense sound; even if it wasn't fuelled by two reunited lovers making good on lost time. As her throat was pounded and filled repeatedly, Ginny's arousal sky-rocketed, with her jeans becoming an imposing prison upon her raging arousal. Her hands, free from work by her swiftly shifting lips, dropped down to the front of her jeans, swiftly un-doing them. Unable to completely disrobe without sacrificing the rhythm of her blowjob, Ginny simply opened her jeans as far as they would go before unhooking the pair of panties that constrained her heavy, rigid cock. Flopping free from its confines, she felt the bulbous tip graze against the sheets beneath her. Quickly collecting the shaft in her hands, she jerked herself slowly, finding the pleasure that she needed. Whilst it was impossible for witches to attain orgasm themselves, requiring them to seek the aid of another to relieve themselves, they could still bathe themselves amidst pleasure, even if it would forever lack culmination. Moaning around Harry's cock, she was surprised he remained hard and had no yet cum. In truth, Ginny had expected Harry to cum several times over their reunion escapades, yet it seemed that it would take more effort to make him completely unload his pent-up cum. Not that it mattered. Ginny did quite enjoy having to work for her reward. Bobbing her head back and forth a little slower, she cleaned his cock of the liberal saliva, dragging her lips back and forth until it lightly shimmered instead of dripped with the substance. Smacking her lips as she popped them from his cock, her hand jerked him a couple times, the girl sharing a lustful grin with her beloved as she rolled to the side, her shaft now revealed to Harry, even if it was slightly obscured by her arm. Similarly, to his own, her length seemed bigger. Then again, that might have been his starved mind making things up.

Quickly and unceremoniously, Ginny lifted her ass up and pulled her jeans down, taking her panties along with them. Dropping them to the ground, she clambered back onto the bed, butt-naked and ready for more. Expecting her to straddle his hips and plunge him deep into the hole he had fantasised about for weeks, Harry raised an eyebrow as she continued forwards, crawling up his body with her meaty cock in her hand, pre-cum dripping from her tip and splattering a sticky trail along his chest. With her cock in front of his mouth, she playfully slapped the head against his lips a couple time, whetting his appetite with a bead or two of her pre-cum. Licking his lips, he tasted her and immediately felt a quiver in his cock. Parting his lips, he enveloped her tip, suckling on it desperately. Humming with pleasure, Ginny placed both her hands on his head, threading and intertwining her fingers amongst his black hair, gripping his head as she let him gorge himself on her cock-head. She couldn't explain how much she had missed his earnest eagerness. Always wanting to pleasure her the best he could when it came to his luscious lips. Rocking her hips back and forth, she lightly encouraged him to take more of her, which he relished and did. Pushing his lips further down, he felt the soft rigidity of her cock, feeling her skin beneath his lips. The taste and texture of cock would forever excite him as he inched further and further. Sliding his lips down, he bobbed his head back and forth, sucking on the first couple inches and steadily taking more and more into his mouth with each push. Continuing until the head of Ginny's cock rested against the back of his throat, he spluttered slightly as Ginny's grip on his head tightened. A smirk curled across his stretched lips as he looked up at her and saw a devilish glint in her eye. Chuckling with a mouth full of cock, he knew exactly what she wanted, and he was horny enough to give it willingly to her.

Swallowing deeply, Harry allowed the very tip of her cock into his throat, spluttering slightly, yet relishing the feeling nonetheless. As soon as she was passed that threshold, she made good use of her grip on Harry's head, thrusting slowly forwards and driving herself deep into his clutching and willing gullet. Coughing a little, he welcomed it eagerly, lifting his hands and wrapping them around her waist, sinking them into her soft and pliable arse cheeks, groaning into her cock as he pawed and pulled at the most heavenly rear in the world. With his lips fastened around the base of his cock, his throat quivering and tightening ever so slightly, she lightly rocked her hips back and forth, gently smacking her balls against his chin, all the while moaning as his lips pulled back and forth. She had missed this throat. Drawing her hips back, she struggled against Harry's grip on her ass, his love of her juicy cheeks being nothing if not endearing. Eventually, she pulled back enough to snap his hands away from her ass, causing him to slide them down to her thighs, with one hand lifting itself to lightly squeeze her balls for the moment before she thrust back forwards and they were forced from his grasp, smacking audibly against his chin. That sound sent shivers through Harry's cock, forcing him to drop a hand to his shaft and tug softly on his length. Whilst he had had his fill of pleasuring himself, he wasn't going to refrain when such a sumptuous sound filled his ears and the delightful curves of Ginny's body were rocking back and forth above him, her breasts jiggling with each powerful thrust forwards.

Moaning loudly, Ginny made no secret of the pleasure thrumming through her body as she sawed her hips back and forth, watching her cock starting to glisten and gleam, dripping with saliva as Harry's tongue lapped wildly at her thrusting cock. Every sound and admission of pleasure that escaped Harry's lips vibrated along her cock, bristling into her body and making her moan even louder. Her lips were permanently parted with pleasure, her breasts lightly smacking against one another, with her ass cheeks doing the same. Her thrusts forwards were much fiercer, done with the intent to hear the sounds of slapping flesh echoing around the room, whilst as she pulled back, she simply savoured the friction of his lips against her cock. There was nothing that she enjoyed more than fucking a nice, tight, wet throat. Running her fingers through his hair, she adored having Harry back with her, his heaving body beneath her, his cock pulsating and throbbing behind her, his chest rising and falling and his equally hungry desire feeding her own. They were going to make up for lost time. Quickening her thrust, she once again felt Harry's hands on her body, massaging and tingling against her skin, caressing and touching her in ways only he knew. It was enthralling to have that once again. Whilst she had admittedly satiated her very necessary desires over the summer, nothing could quite compare the thrum of passion that the two of them shared. It got her heart racing, her toes-curling, her breathing ragged. As her balls tightened, her orgasm threatening to unleash itself a little too early in her mind, she pushed on until the very last moment, knowing that if she abandoned such an end moments before its culmination, then she would stay her orgasm for a while longer. Her mind was filled with all the possible things she wanted to do with Harry, all the things she missed doing with him. But ultimately, when presented with unending choice, the simplest and purest of pleasures are often what one resorts to. And that was exactly the thoughts that flushed through Ginny's mind as she pulled her cock backwards and unsheathed her magnificent length from Harry Potter's throat.

Without stopping, she pulled down along his body, her hands grabbing at his lightly toned thighs and pushing them backwards, spreading his legs apart. A moan of anticipation escaped Harry's lips as he waited for that all too familiar feeling. Pressing the head of her cock in against his tight, clutching hole, Ginny smirked. The tightness of his entrance was incredible. After weeks of abstinence he had almost entirely returned to those first furtive times in which they fucked one another. Applying a steady modicum of pressure to his asshole, she tentatively searched for the perfect angle, slowly begging access to his hole. Harry's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the pressure building at his entrance, his puckered hole becoming steadily lubricated with the spittle that gleamed across her cock. Unlike the very first time he had ever taken a cock inside him, he didn't feel a single shred of hesitancy. And so, he completely relaxed himself, forcing his ass to be as loose as possible as he was fully aware of the immense pleasure that came with being penetrated. As such, it took only a couple moments of light probing before Ginny's cock-head slipped inside him, and the euphoria of pleasurable sex flooded through Harry's body. Every part of his body tingled in the most delightful of ways, shuddering with the subtle thrum of pleasure. He had missed this so much. Ginny felt quite the same. The few experiences she had partaken in over the summer to quench the necessity of her desires paled In comparison to the delight of thrusting into her beloved's clutching hole. And so, she wasted no time in continuing to push forwards, easing every inch of herself inside his familiar hole. The two of them moaned in unison as Ginny's body inched closer to Harry's, her lips dropped to met his, their snog perfectly timed in tandem with her thrust so that their lips collided as Ginny's crotch met his.

Moaning into one another's mouths, their hands grew wild and untamed groping and pulling at everything they could, desperate to pull and hold one another close. Ginny wasted no time at all in drawing her hips back, sliding six or so inches from the tightness of his ass before easing back in. She wanted nothing more than to pound her cock into Harry's eager and willing ass, yet she knew better than to submit to those carnal and animalistic desires. Instead, she took a more intimate and loving approach, steadily loosening his body with each thrust, drawing and pushing her cock in order to get his ass into a position where she could unleash herself in an unrelenting display of her desire. Their lips bounced away from one another, their hot breaths and moans intermingling from each of Ginny's steady thrusts, his tight ass holding and clutching her cock, wanting to keep it lodged inside himself for as long as possible. Trailing her lips along Harry's jawline, she planted soft kisses along his cheek and down his neck, all before exploring his chest, curling her tongue across his nipples as he lay there, completely at the mercy of her pleasures. Hollow moans escaped his lips as she bit down on one of his nipples, the sharper twang of pain perfectly mirroring the sharp increase in pleasure as Ginny tested the waters and roughly thrust into his ass. The resounding moans of pleasure proved that her work in loosening him up had been fruitful indeed. With a grin of lust, she pulled back and repeated the firmness of her actions, slamming her hips forwards and giving Harry a moment to come to terms with the resonant smack and overwhelming wave of pleasure. Not wanting to completely use his asshole, she simply peppered her slow and methodical pace with brief bursts of intensity, highlights in which she would slam her hips forwards a few times in quick succession, all before mellowing out into slow rhythmic treatment she had begun with.

Strangely enough, Harry had spent the entirety of the summer dreaming up what his climactic reunion with Ginny would be like. All the creative positions and perverse acts they would get up to once they were back in each other's arms, bare and naked as they loved. Yet, he would never have thought it would be as simple as missionary. And he never would have thought something so simply could be invariably pleasurable. Resting her forehead against Harry's chest, Ginny's hot and laboured breathing betrayed the toll her desires were taking on her. As she lifted her head and clumsily collided her lips with Harry's, their tongues casually interweaving for the briefest of moments before she pulled back and spread Harry's legs a little wider. Sitting up right, she abandoned her previous rhythm, opted instead for consistency in her movements. Sliding her cock forwards, she made sure that the impact was loud enough to create a resonant smack before she lovingly and intensely pulled her hips backwards. The slower and more powerful fuck sent shivers through Harry's cock, pre-cum leaking onto his stomach as he reclined into the bed, relishing the pleasure of having his ass properly fucked. Each powerful thrust thrummed through his entire body, curling through every muscle and shooting throughout his body as if it were an electric current, rendering him immobile with pleasure. Consumed as he was, he could see that Ginny was tiring, with her orgasm not yet on the verge of culmination. It took a lot of effort for Harry to realise this and decide to abandon the intense pleasure he was experiencing as he got his ass warmed up to being a part of the magical world of witchcraft. It was a difficult decision, but one that came with a single boon. Stopping Ginny from fucking him meant that he got to fuck Ginny.

Reaching a hand up, Harry grasped Ginny by the breast, stopping her in place. Shifting around on the bed, he slipped her cock out of his ass, groaning slightly as his entrance tightened once more. Rising to his knees, he pulled her into a kiss, his hands dropping down to clasp onto her ass cheeks, lightly squeezing them as they snogged, their rock-hard cocks grinding against one another, slippery from one another's saliva. Pulling back, Harry turned Ginny around, pinning his body up against hers, tightening their flesh together. An inaudible breath escaped Ginny's lips as she felt Harry's cock pressing against her ass cheeks. With some slight adjustment, he had his cock carving between her rounded cheeks, sliding and pushing against her asshole. One hand wrapped around her chest and grabbed her tit, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his fingers, whilst the other spread her ass cheeks apart, all the while angling his cock towards her entrance. Burying his lips in her neck, he nibbled and devoured her soft white skin, keeping their bodies sandwiched as one. With a little effort, he had the head of his cock pressed against her asshole, Harry letting out a muffled moan as her hole gave away with ease, eagerly and hungrily inviting his cock deeper inside. The tip of his length immediately sunk into her hole, her tight ring clutching around the bulbous head, drawing him deeper into her well-used and well-fucked ass. Their moans were raw and unadulterated, with neither of them caring to disguise them in a soft and attractive way. Letting the guttural admissions of their pleasure fill the room, completely un-hindered by the necessity to appear attractive as they did so. Taking a leaf out of Ginny's book, Harry thrust suddenly and sharply forwards, burying every inch inside her welcoming hole, a grunt of pleasured delight escaping Ginny's lips. Harry's moans quivered as he felt and heard Ginny's arse jiggling and bouncing, the soft flesh springy to the touch, shuddering as a result of his momentous thrust. He had missed that feeling. The feeling of an ass bouncing in response to a slamming thrust, the flesh rippling against his crotch. Evidently, the sensation was just as pleasing to Ginny, who had to rely on the hand grasping her breast for support, her body wanting to collapse forwards.

With his cock buried in her ass, Harry reached his other hand around her body, tightening their embrace as his hips moved of their own volition, lightly fucking her ass, occasionally thrusting sharply forwards and savouring the rippling of flesh that occurred. His hand explored across her flat stomach and down to her cock, grasping her shaft by the base. The quivering, pulsating flesh felt amazing in his hand and he could tell that something a simple as a pump of his fist along her cock was made all the more intense by the cock lodged in her ass. It was so intense that Ginny's hand flew to his, stopping him from mercilessly jerking her off and fast-tracking the orgasm that she was steadily building towards. Together, they drew their hands back and forth along her cock, matching one another's pace as Harry maintained his steady pounding of her buxom rear. Their moans grew deeper, the slapping of flesh louder. The pleasure of their reunion was more intense than they could describe, with their bodies seemingly tingling. Every nerve seemed to be hive and harbour for pleasure. Every point of contact between their bodies appeared to bristle with pleasure, despite the areas being decidedly innocuous to the act of sexual satisfaction. Harry's stomach pressed against Ginny's back, with the places their bodies touched becoming maelstroms of pleasure. Though they were incomparable to their cocks and ass which thrummed with utter intensity. The thrusting of Harry's cock into Ginny's rear and the jerking of Ginny's cock by their hands in tandem, united together to create pleasure that neither of them could quite fathom, despite it being wrought upon their incredibly sensitive bodies. Both of them knew that their orgasms were not far off and despite being surprised that they had lasted this long, neither of them wanted it to end any time soon. However, the needs of the flesh outweighed their desire and with one last final thrust into his girlfriend's delightful arse, Harry set of the chain of events that would act as the explosive culmination of their reunion.

Burying himself inside her asshole, he let out a deep grunt of pleasure as the first strands of cum spurted from his tip, spraying themselves deep inside of her. Groaning in unison as he filled her to the brim with his seed, Harry pumped his hips back and forth a couple times, draining last couple drops from his heavy balls and ensuring that every last bead was lodged inside of her, all the while calming his racing breathing. With his mind and body relieved of the pent-up pleasure, he drew his hips backwards, his cock softening as it left her rear. Ginny was right with him as he came. Their hands didn't cease their movement across her cock, meaning that as he was pouring himself inside of her, she in turn was turning that sensation into her own satisfaction. Being filled turned into pleasure and pleasure turned into an orgasm, sending strands of cum spraying forwards and onto the floor beside the bed. Milking herself dry with the help of Harry's hand, she relieved herself of her load, draining her balls onto the ground, all the while relishing the sensation of her ass being filled and her boyfriend's cock steadily deflating inside of her. Breathless and exhausted after their session of fun, the two of them almost collapsed at the moment their orgasms ceased. Ginny managed to grab her wand before she did so, cleaning the two of them up and removing any cum from the room in order to ensure the bed that they had just fucked atop wouldn't be soiled. Ginny didn't want to explain to her mother that she had cum onto the sheets yet again. With everything clean, Ginny unceremoniously toppled down to the bed, laying on her back as Harry curled in beside her, propping himself up on an elbow, "That's one way to say hello…"

"What? Would you have rather we had a long conversation about how much we missed one another and all the intricacies of our feelings?" Ginny retorted, fighting to keep a stern look on her face before melting into a giggle and pulling Harry close for a deep and passionate kiss, their tongues curling in unison as their pulled their wearied bodies close together. Plucking her lips away from his, she looked at him with a softness in her expression, her eyes staring at his, "I did miss you… And I was also worried about you. Dementors? I…"

"Let's not… Let's not talk about this," Harry murmured in response, brushing a strand of hair from Ginny's eyes. He didn't want to think about the very real possibility that he would have his wand taken away and that he would be consigned to life at the Dursleys for all eternity. He shuddered at the idea.

"You're right. You'll no doubt be spending the next week talking about it…" Ginny nodded, before letting a wide grin stretch across her face. Leaning In close, she rested her head against his, her grin more animalistic as she did so, "So… Did you miss me?"

"Do you really need me to answer that? I would have thought what we just did showed that..." Harry commented. Laying on his back, he curled an arm around Ginny, pulling her close and allowing her to rest her head on his chest, "Truth be told… I've been largely indifferent."

"Well… At least you're honest. Honest, if not romantic," Ginny chuckled, curling in close, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. She would have pulled the bed covers over the two of them, but she didn't want to abandon their current position. Even for a second.

"Oh, well I'm glad we're getting right back into judging me," Harry sighed, running his hand across Ginny's creamy skin, enjoying the soft expanse of her body. Allowing his digits to dance down to her hips and curve of her ass, he smiled. She was truly beautiful.

"What else am I here for?" Ginny giggled, hooking a leg inside of Harry's, letting her eyes roll closed as Harry let out a laugh. Feeling his chest rise beneath her cheek, she smiled softly. It was comforting if anything, as simple and unremarkable a thing as it was. It had a way of causing her heart to flutter in her chest, her breathing quicken and her loins burn with passionate desire. At that moment, a round two seemed very much like a definite.

"I would answer that, but It would make me seem like really base animal," Harry chuckled, his hand squeezing her ass playfully as Ginny looked up, feigning disgust and fury, though failing to be convincing. Her eyes always betrayed her intent. No matter how hard she tried, her eyes were always true to what was going through her head. The disgust on her lips was paired with the laughter of her eyes.

"Oh, wow. Of course, it's all about sex with you. What about my emotional needs?" she scoffed, through her hair back and acting as if she were an actress on some poor day-time drama. Not that she was familiar with that particular brand of phony melodrama.

"I must be mistaken, because it sure looked like you were the one that leapt into my arms and started sucking my dick," Harry smirked, causing Ginny to turn back, her features softening as she abandoned her play acting and drifting closer once more.

"This… I've missed you. More than you could know…" Ginny said simply, sealing the sentence with a kiss, their lips meeting in soft intimacy, driven not by carnal desire of passionate lust; but instead entwined in the simplicity of affectionate love. Nothing wild or animalistic. Just true feelings.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the first of many chapters to come for this story. I know it wasn't the pairing that I promised, but I think Tonks won't be far off. And I think the first chapter of the story needed to be a more typical pairing to re-establish the status-quo before going off the rails in future chapters. And we will be going very far off the rails.

I would very much ask that people review this chapter. I'm hoping that with this being a new instalment that it will garner the attention of some newer readers, and more reviewed stories always tend to catch the eye. It would really help getting this latest instalment of the ground!

This story is going to be an incredibly interesting one given that we have a number of new characters to look forward to. Tonks, Umbridge, Mrs Granger, and a whole bunch more. With the D.A. being full of relatively unused characters, there will also be a number of opportunities to explore as well as the various Items of Aphrodomina that remain to be put into play. Not to mention Hermione and Ron are Prefects and have the multitude of benefits that come along with it. There are plenty of sumptuous possibilities to explore and If you have any suggestions, please leave them in the reviews. If you followed the previous story as it was updated, you know that I take inspiration from reviews as well as my own thoughts. You never know; that kinky idea you had may become a reality if you leave It in a review. I would never have thought to include Mrs Granger on my own, if I'm honest…

And the next chapter… Well, it's not going to involve Tonks, but it will involve perhaps the second most requested character/pairing out there. I think we should learn a little about what happened at the Granger's household over the summer… Till next time!