"Harry?" she asked in a choked voice. Looking back and forth between the Marauder's Map, and the woman in front of her.
A sly smile spread across her face.
"Such simple creatures, men. So easily pleased." With a nod, to Harry's expanding bosom.
Unsure what to expect from Ginny, a screech of outrage, protests of sexism, or a hint of insecurity. She was surprised, as Ginny tapped her uniform with her wand, and struck a pose as her clothes turned to dust and drifted towards the cold tiled floor.
"Anything you can do, I can do better."
She winked lewdly at the newest Gryffindor girl, "and ... I don't mean just Quidditch."
Many a time, Harry had admired Ginny on her broom. Her sleek body clinging tightly, aerodynamically to maximise it's speed. He'd enjoyed the determination on her face, the way the wind revealed her plump, round buttocks, and the way the broom handle was cradled in her cleavage, suggestion things that delighted Harry's dreams on many a dark night.
When he wasn't feeling so horny, he also admired her flying.
A cough from Ginny pulled Harry from her thoughts, and she took her in, in all her glory. Her face was magnificent, but it was the bust, and those incredible nipples that kept her attention. They just looked so full, so sensitive, ... so erect.
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