Taking the plunge...
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auntbijouOkay, maybe it's the fever doing this to me, but I've decided to do it. Post a fic, but here in my LJ rather than on a site yet. Yes, I know, I'm working on a fic for Lameos_Maximus, and it's going pretty well, but this is sort of a test. Be kind, folks, it's from a plot bunny inadvertently suggested by my husband after a visit to an ice cream shop. Basically, he refused to watch me eat an ice cream cone in public, or in front of the kids. And yes, I do eat my ice cream in a cup with a spoon now!
Title: Cones
Author: auntbijou
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/OC
Summary: When she eats ice cream, all the boys like to watch.
Warning: Oral
Words: 3258
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Potterverse, J.K. does. I just like to play in it.
A/N: This played around in my head after some adventures at an ice cream shop, and because I just couldn’t see Hermione doing this, I made up a character instead. Heh, heh, it’s MY dirty mind, I can do what I want with it! (rubs hands together with glee.)
Title: Cones
Author: auntbijou
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/OC
Summary: When she eats ice cream, all the boys like to watch.
Warning: Oral
Words: 3258
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Potterverse, J.K. does. I just like to play in it.
A/N: This played around in my head after some adventures at an ice cream shop, and because I just couldn’t see Hermione doing this, I made up a character instead. Heh, heh, it’s MY dirty mind, I can do what I want with it! (rubs hands together with glee.)
Draco Malfoy walked slowly with Blaise Zabini through the streets of Hogsmeade, talking quietly, when two Gryffindors, to judge by the ties, came bursting out of Quality Quidditch Supplies. “Ryan’s heading for the ice cream shop guys!” Seamus Finnegan called over his shoulder as he ran. Draco and Blaise stood in stunned amazement as a variety of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and even Slytherin sixth, seventh, and a few fifth years, came stampeding out of various stores and shops to run pell mell for the ice cream shop.
“What the hell is this all about?” said Draco, mystified.
“I don’t know,” said Blaise, and he reached out to catch the arm of a passing Slytherin sixth year. “What’s going on?”
“Ryan’s going to get an ice cream cone!” said the boy, with a flushed face.
“So?” Draco shook his head, completely lost. “What’s she going to do, take off her clothes and rub it all over herself?”
The boy, Dominick Parrington, shuddered, and gasped. “No,” he said, squirming a bit. “But have you ever watched her eat an ice cream cone?”
“No,” said Blaise, one eyebrow raised. “Should we have?”
Parrington shuddered again. “It’s absolutely pornographic, and she has no idea! Really!” He struggled in Zabini’s grip. “Lemme go, or I won’t get a good spot!”
Blaise released the boy and watched him race to the ice cream shop, then turned to Draco. “Well, what are we going to do?”
Draco laughed suddenly. “We’re going to go watch Ryan eat an ice cream cone and see what the fuss is all about.”
They made their way in a leisurely fashion to the ice cream shop, and the first thing Draco wondered was where the hell Potter and Weasley were. These days, Potter was rarely far from Ryan, always with a watchful eye on her, obviously declaring her his property. And Weasley was rarely far from Potter. But at this moment, Ryan was with Granger, and the two girls were standing at the counter, watching the shop boy serve up their ice cream cones. Ryan had chosen chocolate, and Granger had chosen something more colorful, apparently Tutti Frutti. The two Gryffindors paid for their cones, and started walking out of the shop, apparently oblivious to the boys gathered around the shop as they talked excitedly about the books they had just bought at the bookstore. Granger started licking her cone, but she just lapped at it like most people did. None of the boys even spared a glance at her. All eyes hung quiveringly on Ryan, mouths slightly open, nearly panting as they all watched with anticipation. She took the first lick, and everyone sighed. Blaise looked at Draco. “Okay, that was not very impressive.”
They heard a collective gasp and turned in time to see her licking around the base of the cone, catching the little drips that had started with the tip of her tongue. Then she licked around the top of the cone, and sucked the top off. Draco felt his throat go dry. She stroked the swirl of ice cream with her tongue, then turned to say something to Granger, licking her lips. Zabini actually whimpered. Ryan licked all the way around the scoop of ice cream, then up each side, the agile pink tongue catching all the drips, and then wrapped her lips around the tip again, sucking that part into her mouth, then licking the little dollop that was still on the top, catching it on the tip of her tongue and letting it slide into her mouth. Draco whimpered, a sound that echoed around them. His pants were definitely getting tight, and it was getting hard to walk. He noticed quite a few of the other boys were now sitting or leaning, slightly bent over. He looked at Blaise, who was slightly flushed. “Oh, gods,” Zabini muttered. “She really does have no idea, does she?”
“No,” said Draco, watching her lick her ice cream, laughing at something Hermione said. “No idea at all.”
Ryan was once again sucking at the top of her cone, and had turned, her eyes meeting Draco’s. She froze, staring at him, the ice cream in her mouth, and she slowly lowered it. Her eyes went wide, and she looked around, seeing all the other boys who were standing around, and with a strangled cry, she threw the cone into a nearby trash can and fled, fleeter than any deer as she raced up the road and back toward the castle. “Ryan!” cried Hermione, taking a few tentative steps after her, but stopped. No one could catch her now.
Draco spun and took off after her, Blaise right behind him. No one else was in any shape to run, thankfully. She was so fast, and running full out, impossibly long legs stretching out in long strides. How could someone so tiny have such long legs, thought Draco as he pounded after her. He wasn’t sure why he was running after her, only that he had to, but she was leaving him far behind, and he finally had to slow down, his heart pounding, lungs robbed of breath, and Blaise stopped with him, leaning over, hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath. “What were we thinking?” wheezed Blaise. “She runs 34 fucking miles every morning.”
“She does what??” Draco wheezed as he tried to suck air back into his lungs.
“34 miles. She runs marathons, Draco,” Blaise panted, standing up. “No way… we can catch her… now.”
“Let’s just… walk,” said Draco, and nodding, they both swallowed and started walking back to the school. What they would do when they got there, neither one knew, but… somehow, it was what they had to do.
Ryan burst into the Entrance Hall, and stood there for a moment, indecisive. Where to go to be alone? Finally, she decided on the corridor behind the library, and raced for the stairs, taking them three at a time. Two boys stepped out of the Great Hall and watched her go up. “Oh, mate, that doesn’t look good,” said Ron, watching her as she ran down the corridor toward the library.
“No. She looks really, really upset.” Harry shook his head and sighed. “Guess I’d better go see what’s up.”
“Better you than me.” Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder. “I’m just glad Hermione warned us they were getting ice cream. You know, you really need to tell her about that, give her a heads up.”
“You think that’s what… nah,” said Harry, shaking his head. “She has no idea.”
“No.” Ron shuddered. “Oh gods, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Look, I’m off to the loo, mate. You take care of our girl.”
Harry laughed softly. “Yeah, right. Try to keep it down in there, okay?” He watched Ron lope off to the boy’s restroom, and sighed, climbing the stairs. Ryan had no idea what she did to the male population of Hogwarts when she ate an ice cream cone, nor what she did to her friends when she licked the beaters after making cookies at home. Ron actually came in his pants when she was going after a chocolate chip that had gotten caught between the wires last Christmas. Just imagining what that tongue could be doing to your cock was torture, he thought and groaned. He was getting hard. He began thinking of the most unerotic things possible. McGonagall on her knees in a thong, giving head to Flitwick…eurgh, that did it. He sighed and headed for the tapestry that hid the entrance to the corridor behind the library. Sure enough, as he made his way down the corridor, he heard muffled weeping, and found her curled up in one of the alcoves along the wall. That was unusual, since she usually preferred the window seats. He crawled in, pulling the curtains shut behind him, and picked her up, pulling her close against his chest and leaning back against the wall. He held her, stroking her back for a few minutes, before saying, “What happened?”
“I am never, ever eating another ice cream cone for as long as I live,” she said fervently into his chest.
He smothered a laugh, and had to wait before he finally managed to say, “And why is that?”
She raised her head to look at him reproachfully, threatening his gravity again, and he waited. “I was eating a chocolate ice cream cone and walking with Hermione when I saw Draco Malfoy.” She wiped at her face with her sleeve, and he fished out his handkerchief for her. She took it and wiped her eyes. “He had the strangest expression on his face, like… like he was in pain or something.”
“I imagine he was,” said Harry dryly, and regretted it when she hit him. “I’m sorry, love. Go on.”
“Well, I stopped eating my cone and stared at him, trying to figure it out, and then I noticed Blaise Zabini was with him and he was actually shaking, and then I saw that Hermione and I were just… surrounded by boys and they all looked… like… like… like Malfoy!” Ryan looked completely bewildered. “It was overwhelming and I threw away my ice cream and fled! I couldn’t stay there one more minute. The thing I can’t figure out is… why??”
“Really?” Harry pulled her back down to lie against his heart, cuddling her. “You have no idea, do you, love?”
“No idea of what?” She sounded completely exasperated.
He sighed, trying to think of how to explain it to her. “Tell me, Ry, have you ever listened to Lavender and Parvati talking about their experiences with boys?”
“Um, yeah, but… what does that have to do with me eating ice cream?”
“Well, let’s see… what sorts of things do they talk about?”
“Harry! I am not going to tell you what Lavender and Parvati talk about!”
Harry rolled his eyes, and tried again. “Do they ever get descriptive when talking about…er…technique?”
“Technique?” She sat up and stared at him. “Harry, what are you getting at?”
“Blow jobs, Ryan. I’m talking about blow jobs.” Exasperated, Harry stared urgently into her eyes, willing her to understand.
“Oh! Um…yes. Sometimes.”
He stared at her and realized he was going to literally have to walk her through it. “What do they talk about doing?”
“I don’t know, Harry, I sort of tune them out. I have to or I’ll go nuts.” She shuddered a little and lay back on his chest.
Harry thought a bit, then pushed at her a bit. “Okay…time for a lesson and demonstration. Get down and lay on your tummy facing me.”
She frowned, but did as he asked. The alcove seat was large, almost like a mattress, so it was like being on a bed. She was lying between his knees, facing him, and propped her chin on her hand, looking up at him thoughtfully. He sighed and grasping his courage, he opened the front of his pants and pushed them down a bit. Her eyes widened and she started to sit up. He caught her shoulder and said, “No, stay there. Please. You’ll understand in a few minutes.” He took a deep breath, and then said, “Okay, I’m going to start thinking about you eating an ice cream cone. Just watch me, right here,” and he gestured to his crotch. She licked her lips nervously, and nodded. He closed his eyes and pictured her with an ice cream cone, how the pink bubblegum tongue would lick slowly around the bottom to catch the drips, then lick slowly up one side, how she would close her lips over the top to suck it lightly… he heard her gasp and opened his eyes. He was fully erect.
“Just from picturing me eating a cone?” she said, stunned.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Do you want to know why?”
“Yes!” And he could see that she did. She floundering in puzzlement, and it almost made him laugh, how she was such a mixture of knowledge and innocence.
“Okay,” and he reached down to caress her face tenderly. “Pretend that my cock, here, is an ice cream cone. Your favorite flavor. Now… lick it.”
She blinked. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No.”
‘You want me to lick your… your…”
“Cock, Ryan. My cock. My penis, erection, schlong, rocket, dick, whatever you grew up hearing it called, yes, I want you to lick it and suck it. With that lovely mouth and tongue of yours. Just like you do your ice cream cones. You’ll see.” He watched her, challenge gleaming in his eyes.
She looked back up at him, then slowly leaned forward and kissed the tip of his erection. He gasped and it twitched. She smiled, that sweet, shy smile that always tied him up in knots, only now it was worse, because she was inches from his cock, his fully erect cock that was straining toward her mouth, and slowly, slowly, that little pink tongue came out and licked the head, and he slowly let out the breath he had been holding. Her expression turned thoughtful when the precum that was sliding off the tip touched her tongue, then she shrugged and licked it up. And as he had always dreamed, she treated his cock just like an ice cream cone, licking around the base, and then up the veined shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip before closing her lips over it and sucking lightly on it. He groaned and let his head fall back, felt her hands on his thighs as she moved nearer, dropping down to lick his balls, and he sighed, then her tongue slid up his shaft again, over and over, until he said, in a begging voice, “Take me in your mouth, please, oh please…”
Her mouth closed over his cock, and he slid up into her warmth, then out again, his hands moving over her hair, forcing himself not to grasp her. “Ryan,” he groaned. “Gods, want to fuck your mouth…”
She hummed against his cock, and he began to thrust lightly into her mouth, until he grunted, “Gonna come, I’m gonna come…” fully expecting her to move away, but she kept her mouth on him until he exploded. Her eyes widened, but she kept her mouth closed over him, sucking it up into her mouth, and he stroked her face. “Swallow it, Ry, just swallow it.”
She swallowed, then licked the tip, and looked up at him.
“And that,” he said, panting as he fell back against the wall, “Is why every guy at Hogwarts runs to the ice cream shoppe when they hear you are going to buy an ice cream cone.”
Ryan’s eyes widened, and he saw comprehension fill them, and she burst out laughing. “No!” she said, shaking her head. “Oh, that is just so wrong!”
“I know, but that’s the reason!” He grinned at her. “Every single guy, I guarantee you, is picturing you doing that to his cock. And is nearly coming in his pants. It’s torture to watch you. That’s why Ron and I won’t go to the ice cream store with you any more. And why we won’t be around when you bake cookies, either. Unless you plan to have an orgy afterwards.”
Ryan shook her head, suddenly realizing why her dad and her brothers refused to be around her at those times as well. “Why didn’t anyone ever say anything to me?”
He stroked her face. “Didn’t want to ruin your innocence, I guess.” He pulled her up and kissed her. “Well, what did you think?”
She blushed. “Um… I like how you taste, Harry.”
“Do you, now?” He kissed her again, licking her lips. “And what did you think of your lesson?”
“I like it when you teach me things, Harry.” She looked up at him shyly and kissed him hungrily. “When’s the next lesson?”
“Whenever you want it to be. But from now on?"
“Yes, Harry?”
“You eat your ice cream from a cup with a spoon.”
“Yes, Harry.” She curled up against his chest, and sighed happily. He held her and stroked her back gently. “In a cup with a spoon.”
“Since when are you so agreeable?”
She looked up at him, her mouth quirking up to the right. “Since you appointed yourself my teacher.”
What else could he do? He kissed her, pulling her up tight against his body and putting everything he had into it. It must have worked, because she melted into him, and he found himself planning her next lesson. Which he hoped would be soon.
Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini walked into the Entrance Hall, hot, thirsty, and tired. And frustrated. It was difficult to go from a state of arousal to a state of dehydration and exhaustion without getting frustrated. Neither could decide what they would do if they found Ryan, and which would defer to the other, or if they would both just go for it. Provided they could find her, that is.
“I can’t believe she had no idea,” said Draco for the thousandth time, and Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Believe me, Draco, Ryan is as naïve and innocent as they come.” He shook his head, but Blaise was right, and Draco knew it.
Light laughter caught their ears, and they looked up to see Ryan and Potter walking down the stairs, hand in hand, grinning at each other. “Ready to go back to Hogsmeade?”
Ryan sighed. “I don’t know, Harry. Hell, I don’t even want to go to dinner tonight.”
“Why not? Ice cream for dessert, you know,” Potter said slyly.
She punched him in the shoulder. “Stop it! That’s it, I’m just going to eat in my room tonight.”
Potter laughed, then said, “But they don’t serve it in cones, love. You’ll be using a cup and a spoon, remember?”
Ryan’s cheeks reddened, and she rolled her eyes. “Harry, you are driving me nuts, you know that?”
He leaned toward her. “But what a lovely way to go, eh?”
She snorted. “Stop it, Potter.”
Blaise and Draco watched them as they walked past, and looked at each other. “Well,” said Draco with a sigh, “I see that Potter has taken care of that part of her innocence.”
Blaise got a funny sort of grin on his face. “I wonder how it was? What?” he squawked when Draco elbowed him sharply. “Hey, a guy can wonder, can’t he?”
“No, he can’t.” And Draco jerked his friend down the stairs to the dungeons.
Harry managed to talk Ryan into going to dinner, and she kept her eyes down for the most part, picking at her food. When dessert was served, though, he handed her a small bowl with a spoon, and she looked up at him. He waggled his eyebrows at her and she burst out laughing. “Only in a cup with a spoon, from now on,” he intoned, and she shook her head.
Seamus looked up at Dean and sighed. “Looks like the jig is up, me boyo,” he said sadly.
Dean grinned. “It was always too good to last, you knew that, Seamus.”
“Yeah,” said Neville, poking at his own selection of Rocky Road. “But a boy can dream, can’t he?”
“Not with my girl, you don’t,” they heard Harry say, and the rest of the table laughed at their embarrassed faces. He grinned at his friends and tilted his head. “Who knows, maybe as a special treat, I’ll let her have a cone… every once in a while.”
Title: Cones
Author: auntbijou
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/OC
Summary: When she eats ice cream, all the boys like to watch.
Warning: Oral
Words: 3258
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Potterverse, J.K. does. I just like to play in it.
A/N: This played around in my head after some adventures at an ice cream shop, and because I just couldn’t see Hermione doing this, I made up a character instead. Heh, heh, it’s MY dirty mind, I can do what I want with it! (rubs hands together with glee.)
Title: Cones
Author: auntbijou
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/OC
Summary: When she eats ice cream, all the boys like to watch.
Warning: Oral
Words: 3258
Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Potterverse, J.K. does. I just like to play in it.
A/N: This played around in my head after some adventures at an ice cream shop, and because I just couldn’t see Hermione doing this, I made up a character instead. Heh, heh, it’s MY dirty mind, I can do what I want with it! (rubs hands together with glee.)
Draco Malfoy walked slowly with Blaise Zabini through the streets of Hogsmeade, talking quietly, when two Gryffindors, to judge by the ties, came bursting out of Quality Quidditch Supplies. “Ryan’s heading for the ice cream shop guys!” Seamus Finnegan called over his shoulder as he ran. Draco and Blaise stood in stunned amazement as a variety of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and even Slytherin sixth, seventh, and a few fifth years, came stampeding out of various stores and shops to run pell mell for the ice cream shop.
“What the hell is this all about?” said Draco, mystified.
“I don’t know,” said Blaise, and he reached out to catch the arm of a passing Slytherin sixth year. “What’s going on?”
“Ryan’s going to get an ice cream cone!” said the boy, with a flushed face.
“So?” Draco shook his head, completely lost. “What’s she going to do, take off her clothes and rub it all over herself?”
The boy, Dominick Parrington, shuddered, and gasped. “No,” he said, squirming a bit. “But have you ever watched her eat an ice cream cone?”
“No,” said Blaise, one eyebrow raised. “Should we have?”
Parrington shuddered again. “It’s absolutely pornographic, and she has no idea! Really!” He struggled in Zabini’s grip. “Lemme go, or I won’t get a good spot!”
Blaise released the boy and watched him race to the ice cream shop, then turned to Draco. “Well, what are we going to do?”
Draco laughed suddenly. “We’re going to go watch Ryan eat an ice cream cone and see what the fuss is all about.”
They made their way in a leisurely fashion to the ice cream shop, and the first thing Draco wondered was where the hell Potter and Weasley were. These days, Potter was rarely far from Ryan, always with a watchful eye on her, obviously declaring her his property. And Weasley was rarely far from Potter. But at this moment, Ryan was with Granger, and the two girls were standing at the counter, watching the shop boy serve up their ice cream cones. Ryan had chosen chocolate, and Granger had chosen something more colorful, apparently Tutti Frutti. The two Gryffindors paid for their cones, and started walking out of the shop, apparently oblivious to the boys gathered around the shop as they talked excitedly about the books they had just bought at the bookstore. Granger started licking her cone, but she just lapped at it like most people did. None of the boys even spared a glance at her. All eyes hung quiveringly on Ryan, mouths slightly open, nearly panting as they all watched with anticipation. She took the first lick, and everyone sighed. Blaise looked at Draco. “Okay, that was not very impressive.”
They heard a collective gasp and turned in time to see her licking around the base of the cone, catching the little drips that had started with the tip of her tongue. Then she licked around the top of the cone, and sucked the top off. Draco felt his throat go dry. She stroked the swirl of ice cream with her tongue, then turned to say something to Granger, licking her lips. Zabini actually whimpered. Ryan licked all the way around the scoop of ice cream, then up each side, the agile pink tongue catching all the drips, and then wrapped her lips around the tip again, sucking that part into her mouth, then licking the little dollop that was still on the top, catching it on the tip of her tongue and letting it slide into her mouth. Draco whimpered, a sound that echoed around them. His pants were definitely getting tight, and it was getting hard to walk. He noticed quite a few of the other boys were now sitting or leaning, slightly bent over. He looked at Blaise, who was slightly flushed. “Oh, gods,” Zabini muttered. “She really does have no idea, does she?”
“No,” said Draco, watching her lick her ice cream, laughing at something Hermione said. “No idea at all.”
Ryan was once again sucking at the top of her cone, and had turned, her eyes meeting Draco’s. She froze, staring at him, the ice cream in her mouth, and she slowly lowered it. Her eyes went wide, and she looked around, seeing all the other boys who were standing around, and with a strangled cry, she threw the cone into a nearby trash can and fled, fleeter than any deer as she raced up the road and back toward the castle. “Ryan!” cried Hermione, taking a few tentative steps after her, but stopped. No one could catch her now.
Draco spun and took off after her, Blaise right behind him. No one else was in any shape to run, thankfully. She was so fast, and running full out, impossibly long legs stretching out in long strides. How could someone so tiny have such long legs, thought Draco as he pounded after her. He wasn’t sure why he was running after her, only that he had to, but she was leaving him far behind, and he finally had to slow down, his heart pounding, lungs robbed of breath, and Blaise stopped with him, leaning over, hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath. “What were we thinking?” wheezed Blaise. “She runs 34 fucking miles every morning.”
“She does what??” Draco wheezed as he tried to suck air back into his lungs.
“34 miles. She runs marathons, Draco,” Blaise panted, standing up. “No way… we can catch her… now.”
“Let’s just… walk,” said Draco, and nodding, they both swallowed and started walking back to the school. What they would do when they got there, neither one knew, but… somehow, it was what they had to do.
Ryan burst into the Entrance Hall, and stood there for a moment, indecisive. Where to go to be alone? Finally, she decided on the corridor behind the library, and raced for the stairs, taking them three at a time. Two boys stepped out of the Great Hall and watched her go up. “Oh, mate, that doesn’t look good,” said Ron, watching her as she ran down the corridor toward the library.
“No. She looks really, really upset.” Harry shook his head and sighed. “Guess I’d better go see what’s up.”
“Better you than me.” Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder. “I’m just glad Hermione warned us they were getting ice cream. You know, you really need to tell her about that, give her a heads up.”
“You think that’s what… nah,” said Harry, shaking his head. “She has no idea.”
“No.” Ron shuddered. “Oh gods, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Look, I’m off to the loo, mate. You take care of our girl.”
Harry laughed softly. “Yeah, right. Try to keep it down in there, okay?” He watched Ron lope off to the boy’s restroom, and sighed, climbing the stairs. Ryan had no idea what she did to the male population of Hogwarts when she ate an ice cream cone, nor what she did to her friends when she licked the beaters after making cookies at home. Ron actually came in his pants when she was going after a chocolate chip that had gotten caught between the wires last Christmas. Just imagining what that tongue could be doing to your cock was torture, he thought and groaned. He was getting hard. He began thinking of the most unerotic things possible. McGonagall on her knees in a thong, giving head to Flitwick…eurgh, that did it. He sighed and headed for the tapestry that hid the entrance to the corridor behind the library. Sure enough, as he made his way down the corridor, he heard muffled weeping, and found her curled up in one of the alcoves along the wall. That was unusual, since she usually preferred the window seats. He crawled in, pulling the curtains shut behind him, and picked her up, pulling her close against his chest and leaning back against the wall. He held her, stroking her back for a few minutes, before saying, “What happened?”
“I am never, ever eating another ice cream cone for as long as I live,” she said fervently into his chest.
He smothered a laugh, and had to wait before he finally managed to say, “And why is that?”
She raised her head to look at him reproachfully, threatening his gravity again, and he waited. “I was eating a chocolate ice cream cone and walking with Hermione when I saw Draco Malfoy.” She wiped at her face with her sleeve, and he fished out his handkerchief for her. She took it and wiped her eyes. “He had the strangest expression on his face, like… like he was in pain or something.”
“I imagine he was,” said Harry dryly, and regretted it when she hit him. “I’m sorry, love. Go on.”
“Well, I stopped eating my cone and stared at him, trying to figure it out, and then I noticed Blaise Zabini was with him and he was actually shaking, and then I saw that Hermione and I were just… surrounded by boys and they all looked… like… like… like Malfoy!” Ryan looked completely bewildered. “It was overwhelming and I threw away my ice cream and fled! I couldn’t stay there one more minute. The thing I can’t figure out is… why??”
“Really?” Harry pulled her back down to lie against his heart, cuddling her. “You have no idea, do you, love?”
“No idea of what?” She sounded completely exasperated.
He sighed, trying to think of how to explain it to her. “Tell me, Ry, have you ever listened to Lavender and Parvati talking about their experiences with boys?”
“Um, yeah, but… what does that have to do with me eating ice cream?”
“Well, let’s see… what sorts of things do they talk about?”
“Harry! I am not going to tell you what Lavender and Parvati talk about!”
Harry rolled his eyes, and tried again. “Do they ever get descriptive when talking about…er…technique?”
“Technique?” She sat up and stared at him. “Harry, what are you getting at?”
“Blow jobs, Ryan. I’m talking about blow jobs.” Exasperated, Harry stared urgently into her eyes, willing her to understand.
“Oh! Um…yes. Sometimes.”
He stared at her and realized he was going to literally have to walk her through it. “What do they talk about doing?”
“I don’t know, Harry, I sort of tune them out. I have to or I’ll go nuts.” She shuddered a little and lay back on his chest.
Harry thought a bit, then pushed at her a bit. “Okay…time for a lesson and demonstration. Get down and lay on your tummy facing me.”
She frowned, but did as he asked. The alcove seat was large, almost like a mattress, so it was like being on a bed. She was lying between his knees, facing him, and propped her chin on her hand, looking up at him thoughtfully. He sighed and grasping his courage, he opened the front of his pants and pushed them down a bit. Her eyes widened and she started to sit up. He caught her shoulder and said, “No, stay there. Please. You’ll understand in a few minutes.” He took a deep breath, and then said, “Okay, I’m going to start thinking about you eating an ice cream cone. Just watch me, right here,” and he gestured to his crotch. She licked her lips nervously, and nodded. He closed his eyes and pictured her with an ice cream cone, how the pink bubblegum tongue would lick slowly around the bottom to catch the drips, then lick slowly up one side, how she would close her lips over the top to suck it lightly… he heard her gasp and opened his eyes. He was fully erect.
“Just from picturing me eating a cone?” she said, stunned.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Do you want to know why?”
“Yes!” And he could see that she did. She floundering in puzzlement, and it almost made him laugh, how she was such a mixture of knowledge and innocence.
“Okay,” and he reached down to caress her face tenderly. “Pretend that my cock, here, is an ice cream cone. Your favorite flavor. Now… lick it.”
She blinked. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No.”
‘You want me to lick your… your…”
“Cock, Ryan. My cock. My penis, erection, schlong, rocket, dick, whatever you grew up hearing it called, yes, I want you to lick it and suck it. With that lovely mouth and tongue of yours. Just like you do your ice cream cones. You’ll see.” He watched her, challenge gleaming in his eyes.
She looked back up at him, then slowly leaned forward and kissed the tip of his erection. He gasped and it twitched. She smiled, that sweet, shy smile that always tied him up in knots, only now it was worse, because she was inches from his cock, his fully erect cock that was straining toward her mouth, and slowly, slowly, that little pink tongue came out and licked the head, and he slowly let out the breath he had been holding. Her expression turned thoughtful when the precum that was sliding off the tip touched her tongue, then she shrugged and licked it up. And as he had always dreamed, she treated his cock just like an ice cream cone, licking around the base, and then up the veined shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip before closing her lips over it and sucking lightly on it. He groaned and let his head fall back, felt her hands on his thighs as she moved nearer, dropping down to lick his balls, and he sighed, then her tongue slid up his shaft again, over and over, until he said, in a begging voice, “Take me in your mouth, please, oh please…”
Her mouth closed over his cock, and he slid up into her warmth, then out again, his hands moving over her hair, forcing himself not to grasp her. “Ryan,” he groaned. “Gods, want to fuck your mouth…”
She hummed against his cock, and he began to thrust lightly into her mouth, until he grunted, “Gonna come, I’m gonna come…” fully expecting her to move away, but she kept her mouth on him until he exploded. Her eyes widened, but she kept her mouth closed over him, sucking it up into her mouth, and he stroked her face. “Swallow it, Ry, just swallow it.”
She swallowed, then licked the tip, and looked up at him.
“And that,” he said, panting as he fell back against the wall, “Is why every guy at Hogwarts runs to the ice cream shoppe when they hear you are going to buy an ice cream cone.”
Ryan’s eyes widened, and he saw comprehension fill them, and she burst out laughing. “No!” she said, shaking her head. “Oh, that is just so wrong!”
“I know, but that’s the reason!” He grinned at her. “Every single guy, I guarantee you, is picturing you doing that to his cock. And is nearly coming in his pants. It’s torture to watch you. That’s why Ron and I won’t go to the ice cream store with you any more. And why we won’t be around when you bake cookies, either. Unless you plan to have an orgy afterwards.”
Ryan shook her head, suddenly realizing why her dad and her brothers refused to be around her at those times as well. “Why didn’t anyone ever say anything to me?”
He stroked her face. “Didn’t want to ruin your innocence, I guess.” He pulled her up and kissed her. “Well, what did you think?”
She blushed. “Um… I like how you taste, Harry.”
“Do you, now?” He kissed her again, licking her lips. “And what did you think of your lesson?”
“I like it when you teach me things, Harry.” She looked up at him shyly and kissed him hungrily. “When’s the next lesson?”
“Whenever you want it to be. But from now on?"
“Yes, Harry?”
“You eat your ice cream from a cup with a spoon.”
“Yes, Harry.” She curled up against his chest, and sighed happily. He held her and stroked her back gently. “In a cup with a spoon.”
“Since when are you so agreeable?”
She looked up at him, her mouth quirking up to the right. “Since you appointed yourself my teacher.”
What else could he do? He kissed her, pulling her up tight against his body and putting everything he had into it. It must have worked, because she melted into him, and he found himself planning her next lesson. Which he hoped would be soon.
Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini walked into the Entrance Hall, hot, thirsty, and tired. And frustrated. It was difficult to go from a state of arousal to a state of dehydration and exhaustion without getting frustrated. Neither could decide what they would do if they found Ryan, and which would defer to the other, or if they would both just go for it. Provided they could find her, that is.
“I can’t believe she had no idea,” said Draco for the thousandth time, and Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Believe me, Draco, Ryan is as naïve and innocent as they come.” He shook his head, but Blaise was right, and Draco knew it.
Light laughter caught their ears, and they looked up to see Ryan and Potter walking down the stairs, hand in hand, grinning at each other. “Ready to go back to Hogsmeade?”
Ryan sighed. “I don’t know, Harry. Hell, I don’t even want to go to dinner tonight.”
“Why not? Ice cream for dessert, you know,” Potter said slyly.
She punched him in the shoulder. “Stop it! That’s it, I’m just going to eat in my room tonight.”
Potter laughed, then said, “But they don’t serve it in cones, love. You’ll be using a cup and a spoon, remember?”
Ryan’s cheeks reddened, and she rolled her eyes. “Harry, you are driving me nuts, you know that?”
He leaned toward her. “But what a lovely way to go, eh?”
She snorted. “Stop it, Potter.”
Blaise and Draco watched them as they walked past, and looked at each other. “Well,” said Draco with a sigh, “I see that Potter has taken care of that part of her innocence.”
Blaise got a funny sort of grin on his face. “I wonder how it was? What?” he squawked when Draco elbowed him sharply. “Hey, a guy can wonder, can’t he?”
“No, he can’t.” And Draco jerked his friend down the stairs to the dungeons.
Harry managed to talk Ryan into going to dinner, and she kept her eyes down for the most part, picking at her food. When dessert was served, though, he handed her a small bowl with a spoon, and she looked up at him. He waggled his eyebrows at her and she burst out laughing. “Only in a cup with a spoon, from now on,” he intoned, and she shook her head.
Seamus looked up at Dean and sighed. “Looks like the jig is up, me boyo,” he said sadly.
Dean grinned. “It was always too good to last, you knew that, Seamus.”
“Yeah,” said Neville, poking at his own selection of Rocky Road. “But a boy can dream, can’t he?”
“Not with my girl, you don’t,” they heard Harry say, and the rest of the table laughed at their embarrassed faces. He grinned at his friends and tilted his head. “Who knows, maybe as a special treat, I’ll let her have a cone… every once in a while.”
