Harry Potter and his Magic Wand Ch.1

Chapter 1
“Wake up Harry, wake up” Ron shouted, while he shook Harry’s shoulder “We’re all set to go as soon as you get up. Come on Harry get up!” Harry rolled over, sweat dripping off his face as he leaned over the edge of the bed and puked into a chamber pot, splattering a bit on Ron’s shoes.
“Ugg” they both groaned at the same time. “I’m feeling ill, Ron. You guys go on without me.” Harry moaned out as he shifted in the bed. Looking ill, Ron leaped back and turning he ran down the stairs to where the rest of the family waited.
“Da, Harry’s really sick, I think I should stay home with him.” Ron said disappointed, “Sorry I can’t go to the All Wizards Wrestling Match with ya.
“Posh that,” replied his mum, “you’ve been waiting for this match ever since your dad got tickets. You go; Ginny and I will make sure Harry is all better for Hogwarts tomorrow.” With that she shooed the men out the door and closed it. Turning back to the kitchen she motioned Ginny over, “Now, make some Chicken and Wellness Noodle soup dear, and take it up to Harry. You be sure he eats every last drop. I must head out and buy some thread so Ron’s robes will have no holes this year. I’ll be back in a few hours, so you take care of Harry now.” And Miss Weasley floated her coat over and jumped into the fireplace, vanishing with a bang and soot flying everywhere.

Ginny Weasley walked up the stairs, balancing a tray of soup and bread on her wand, mulling over in her mind what to do with Harry, now that they were alone. Walking into his and Ron’s room, Ginny sat on the end of the bed and handed Harry the tray.
“Here Harry, eat this up and it’ll make you feel better. I’ll come back in a half hour and check on you.” As Harry sat up, and started to slurp the soup down, Ginny stood up, pulled her bathrobe closed and walked out of the room. When she came back, the tray and empty soup bowl lying on the floor was the last thing on her mind. Harry had fallen back asleep and in his twisted feverous state he had kicked the covers to the end of the bed. This left him lying spread eagled on the mattress, wearing his pjs, however his dick had stood up out of his open fly, fully erect. Looking at his cock, Ginny licked her lips and ever so slightly averted her gaze. She tried to wake Harry by shaking him a bit, but when he didn’t wake she tiptoed towards the door. Looking over her shoulder at him, she paused, then with a firm nod she turned around and grasping his semi-erect penis she tried to tuck it back into the bottom of his pjs. Feeling it get harder under her handling, her palms sweating, she kept on trying to get it down into Harry’s pants, when suddenly Harry shifted, his hand grasping hers in his sleep. Ginny froze as Harry’s hand slowly slid hers up and down on his dick. Soon he was as hard as a rock, squeezing her hand as she pulled down and almost letting go as her hand slid up. Turning her head, Ginny watched Harry’s face as he tossed his head side to side, not even noticing when his hand dropped hers, letting her continue to jerk his penis.