Knockers

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Ginny Weasley had a problem. Some girls might not have considered it a problem, but Ginny certainly did. You see, sometime over the summer of her fifth year, Ginny's modest set of 'ta ta's' had quietly grown into a big, bouncy, beautiful rack. And everywhere Ginny went, people couldn't stop staring at her enormous hooters.

Some girls might have been envious of Ginny's well-rounded silhouette, but as she herself soon discovered, there were drawbacks to having such a pretty pair.

When Ginny showed up at the beach still wearing last year's swimsuit, her ample bosom was straining against the thin material, and peaking out from every side. Harry took one look at her and sprinted towards the ocean.

According to those who were at the beach that day, the inability of Ginny's swimsuit to contain her juicy, jiggly jugs caused quite a commotion. Her boobs were almost entirely liberated in her floral print bikini top, and they bobbed up and down like two giant inflatables in a holiday parade. Mrs. Weasley's only comment about her daughter was that Ginny could probably do with a new swimsuit. To his credit, Mr. Weasley avoided commenting at all.

After listening to one too many catcalls being directed towards their little sister, Ginny's brothers attempted to charm a towel around her. The spell hit Ron by accident, turning his swim trunks into a terrycloth g-string. Hermione burst into fits of giggles as she tried, halfheartedly, to reverse the spell.

Ginny had led a sheltered life and didn't immediately notice the stir she had caused. She just strutted around the beach, happy as a clam, going on about how excited she was to return to school. Shimmering and squealing with delight at the thought of sixth year DADA, she decided to walk across the street to buy some ice cream and ended up causing a minor traffic disturbance.

Upon her return, and after whining endlessly about careless Muggle motorists, her brother George suggested they play a game of volleyball. Ginny was the first one to volunteer. George hesitated for a second, shrugged, and then tossed her the ball. Harry, Ron and Hermione were on one team, and Ginny, Fred, and George made up the other. Fred and George cheered when Ginny managed to score after only a few minutes into the game. Now confident in her abilities, they positioned her closer to the net. Ginny, while attempting to spike the ball, fell into the net and on top of Harry. This sent the boy who was very much alive running towards the ocean again. He refused to get out of the water for nearly half an hour.

Ginny looked down at the substantial orbs attached to her chest. Strange teenage boys had been following her around and offering her candy all day.

But all of this attention was so new to Ginny. She wasn't sure how to handle the praise that was being lavishly bestowed upon her chest. She liked it when the boys looked at her, and she secretly thought Harry's random erections were the greatest compliment he could have ever paid her, but to be lusted after only because of her shapely flesh melons? There was so much more to Ginny than that.

For one thing, she had a pretty face. It wasn't as pretty as Lavender Brown's, but Ginny was pleasant to look at. She had expressive brown eyes, not unlike a doe, and soft pink lips that she had been told were nice to kiss. Her red hair framed her face perfectly, and much to her disappointment, Ginny hadn't received a single compliment on the new styles she had been experimenting with.

Ginny was not a stupid witch. Her marks were almost as high as Hermione's, and she was fluent in fifteen wizard languages. Ginny also knew how to bake homemade bread the Muggle way, how to make shoes out of recycled plastic, and had a knack for being able to spot valuable antique doorknobs and switch plates at thrift shops.

Not to mention she had a plump, round little arse. Whenever she wore her favorite red dress, it looked just like a bing cherry.

But no one complimented Ginny on those things anymore. They were all too busy paying attention to what she was lugging around up top.

Ginny worried that her voluptuous figure would ruin her life, but she rationalized that every girl had to have undergone some changes. She thought that once school began, people would forget all about her recent 'growth spurt.'

Ginny hoped that she and Harry would finally begin to date this year. Hermione had told her in confidence that Harry had begun to notice her at the end of last term, and Ginny didn't want this new 'development' ruining any chance she had to be with him.

Other girls had grown some over the summer, but Ginny Weasley had grown much more than anyone else. By the time the Hogwarts Express rolled onto school grounds, it was common knowledge that little Ginny Weasley was now sporting a set of headlights big enough for the Knight Bus.

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Ginny's first day back at school was a disaster. She usually looked forward to her flying lessons with Madam Hooch, but the air that morning was so brisk, her nipples got hard and stood out like two corn nibblets. Understandably, when everyone began taking off their outer robes, Ginny panicked.

Her shirt was as tight as a fully stretched rubber band, and Ginny begged Madam Hooch to let her keep her robes on, but her instructor insisted she strip down to her uniform. Ginny did as she was told, resigning herself to mortification.

Ginny's robes fell to the ground, followed shortly thereafter by an overexcited Colin Creevy.

Madam Pomfrey managed to revive the stupefied boy, but commented aloud that this wasn't the first time in Ginny's school career that she had rendered Colin insensible. Ginny hardly thought that was fair given that she wasn't the one who had petrified Colin, and mumbled under her breath about people forgetting that she had been just as much a victim as anyone else.

Ginny crossed her arms to cover herself and asked again if she could please keep her robes on. Madam Hooch agreed this time, and assured Madam Pomfrey that she would see to it that Ginny got a new exercise shirt, as it was quite apparent the girl had outgrown the one she had managed to stuff herself into.

The episode on the Quidditch pitch left Colin with a memorable souvenir --- a humongous red bump on his forehead. And all during their practice, he was careful to fly as far away from Ginny as possible so as not to be caught by surprise if her robes were to unexpectedly fly off. If Colin got one more bump, someone teased, he and Ginny would be twins.

After class, Ginny walked back towards Gryffindor Tower, clutching her books to her chest. When she spotted Harry sitting down in the common room, she immediately began to cry.

Ginny told Harry about her uniform being too snug, and how sorry she was about what had happened with Colin. She explained that when she was putting her shirt on that morning, she had to wriggle and squirm her way into it. Ginny confessed that the top clung to her so tightly, she couldn't wear a bra underneath, and because she had no bra on, Colin could see her nipples, which were taut and stiff from the cold.

Unfortunately, Ginny was so unintentionally titillating in her guiltless candor that Harry could only gape at her helplessly before he had to excuse himself to go find relief in his room.

Ginny felt downhearted. She and Harry were friends, but now she was beginning to wonder if she was little more than an object to him. Ginny complained to Hermione about Harry, but the older girl tried to convince the dispirited sixth year that she should feel 'lucky' to be so well endowed.

Ginny didn't see herself as lucky at all, and she was beginning to think that Harry Potter would never be able to get past his fear of being aroused in public by her bosoms.

The very next day, Ginny went to Madam Pomfrey, desperate for help. After all, she was able to shrink Hermione's overbite, and clearly what Ginny had was much more noticeable than that. The older woman laughed, told her that some day she would appreciate her large breasts, and returned to helping a first year who had accidentally turned his hair into goose feathers.

There was no changing Madam Pomfrey's mind. Ginny was, without aid, doomed to remain nothing but a pair of oversized mammaries put on the planet for everyone else's amusement. Harry still ran from her, the girls in her class either avoided or taunted her, and she began to dread going to class.

Ginny attended the very first Quidditch match, thinking she was safe from ridicule so long as she had her coat and scarf on. When Ron managed to block a Quaffle from a very skillful Slytherin Chaser, Ginny, not noticing that her coat had come partially undone, began jumping up and down gleefully. Harry flew into a goalpost, the Slytherin Chaser ended up strewn across the front row of the Gryffindor bleachers, and a Bludger knocked Seamus, their best Beater, off his broomstick.

She was devastated when the house team requested that she not come anymore.

After that day, things only got worse. Dean drew a sketch of her at that infamous Quidditch match that made its rounds through the entire male population, and the boys began following her around more than ever. Some of the girls even left nasty notes under her door despite the fact that Ginny wasn't interested in any of their boyfriends. The real tragedy however, was that Harry was still hiding from her. She almost never ran into him anymore, and when she did, he always found a reason to leave quickly before she could jiggle, or bounce, or breathe too deeply. Ginny felt as if she could live with the taunts, but when Harry refused to even look in her general direction, she knew something had to change. She loved him, and she didn't want to lose him on account of her fuller figure.

Ginny hated her new body, so the curvaceous girl decided she would take drastic measures to change her situation. The very next morning, she taped her chest down almost flat, and held the tape in place with a binding spell. When she turned to the side in the full-size mirror hanging on her door, she looked like her old self again. She was pleased, for the moment, but by the end of the day, she discovered just how painful her 'solution' would be. Big, bouncy, beautiful breasts like Ginny's didn't respond well to being subdued.

By the time she got back to her room that night, her chest hurt so badly she thought she might collapse in the stairwell. But the boys didn't follow her around, the girls stopped saying nasty things to her, and Harry no longer ran away. Ginny decided that she would have to learn to live with the pain.

Each morning, Ginny gritted her teeth and smiled through the torment. When people noticed that there was something different about her, she lied, and told them Madam Pomfrey had agreed to help her after all. Soon, the girls started to include her in their chats, she was able to walk into a classroom without anyone noticing, and she no longer looked like she could be on the cover of PlayWizard magazine.

Harry began to sit with her at the Gryffindor table, and after dinner one night, he complimented Ginny on how nicely she had been styling her hair. Then before he headed towards the boy's dorms, he kissed her for the very first time.

Ginny played the event over and over again as a source of inspiration to take her mind off the throbbing pain.

Ginny Weasley was starting to get her life back, or so she thought, but the discomfort was almost unbearable. Every day was pure torture, and Ginny would race up the stairs to her room after classes to set her roundies free. She'd sigh in relief, ice down her nipples, and sob at the thought of having to repeat the cycle the next day. Ginny had bruises across her once flawless chest, and because of the swelling, her boppers became even more difficult to restrain.

One miserable afternoon, right in the middle of double potions, Ginny passed out in Professor Snape's class. Madam Pomfrey removed the binding spell, resuscitated her, and proclaimed that Ginny had succumbed to a lack of oxygen getting to her brain. Professor Snape snidely remarked that surely Ginny must have had that problem before she started taping herself down.

Madam Pomfrey healed her bruises and demanded that she stay in the infirmary. With a strange hilarity unnervingly close to despair, Ginny thought, why do these two bulbs of flesh get so much attention? As she lay in bed listening to a second year snore like a freight train, Ginny let her hands glide over the two rounded crests peaking out from under her nightshirt, and she was surprised by what she discovered. Her nipples hardened beneath her fingertips, and there was the sweet singing of rushing blood in her veins. Then came the pulsing and pumping, like a second heartbeat, when she allowed one hand to drift down beneath the elastic of her knickers.

Her body rejoiced that night in endless celebration.

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Ginny, unbridled, unfettered, and unbound, made quite an entrance into the Great Hall the next morning. She was keenly aware that the eyes of the male students were intently studying her newly emancipated curves, but it didn't bother her this time. Ginny Weasley had decided that she was no longer going to be a victim of her bust line. She raised her heels higher off the ground, pulled her shoulders back, and jiggled merrily towards the Gryffindor table. The boys gasped in adoration with every step she took.

Ginny sat down beside Harry, and made no attempts to hide the peach flesh peaking out from the top of her blouse. Harry's eyes widened, his breathing became shallow, and he immediately excused himself. Ron turned an apocalyptic red, and Hermione smiled supportively. This didn't upset Ginny. It did just the opposite. Ginny now realized the power she possessed.

She said a quick goodbye to her friends, and then went after Harry. She caught up to him quickly, ignoring the whistles from behind her. When she called out his name, Harry turned around hesitantly. His robes were bunched out in front.

Ginny knew what he was hiding. She also knew what she had to do. Before Harry could object, Ginny grabbed his arm and led him towards Gryffindor Tower. He didn't say a word, but there was tension in his eyes as she led him towards the girl's dorms.

When she got to her door, Harry stopped short of following her inside. He was nervous, but when Ginny asked him to come inside, he did.

Ginny shut the door behind them and began to speak. She told him everything, every tiny detail, even though she hoped he wouldn't think she had gone crazy. In a way though, Ginny was crazy. She was crazy in love with Harry, crazy in love with her newfound freedom, and she wanted both of these things. Not just one or the other.

Harry was so shocked at her forwardness that he couldn't respond. He just sat down on her bed, looking down at his feet. The gentle, but commanding tone of Ginny's voice surprised even her when she demanded that he look at her.

Harry raised his head, and his eyes involuntarily dropped to her chest. He swallowed, hard. With her newfound confidence on full throttle, Ginny began to unbutton her blouse, and not even Voldemort himself could have distracted Harry at that moment.

Ginny knew exactly what Harry wanted, even if Harry didn't. He wanted to touch her, knead her tits together like warm dough, grapple with them to his hearts content. So she did the only thing she could do. Her relationship with Harry would never go anywhere if he didn't get this out of his system. She unsnapped the front of her bra as casually as she'd shake his hand, and revealed herself to him. Drool collected in the corner of Harry's mouth when Ginny grabbed his hands, sucked in her breath, and moved them to her breasts.

Tears trickled down her cheeks. She told him that she loved him and that she wanted him to pay attention to all of her, not just how stacked she was.

"I want to be able to go to a Quidditch match again, I want you to be able to see all of me and not be intimidated by these, and I want you to like me for who I am on the inside," she said, and for a minute, they were both perfectly still.

Harry's eyes were glazed over as he listened. Then he confessed to her that he had always loved her too. Ginny smiled, and arched her back as Harry allowed his hands to glide over her, tracing two feathery circles with his fingertips, and then brushing back over her peaks with his palms. It felt wonderful. And for the first time in a very long time, Ginny felt wonderful.

With an urgency she had never seen in him before, Harry buried his head between her milky white globes, groaning and making small gurgling noises. Ginny thought he'd never grow tired of fondling, suckling, shaping, and rubbing. It felt very, very nice, indeed.

Harry flipped her onto the bed like a one hundred and twenty pound pancake, and Ginny let out a great big 'Oh!' That's when he began to pay attention to the other parts of her body. Harry caressed the swells of Ginny's hips, found out that he enjoyed kissing her while she moaned into his mouth, and loved that she made little grunting noises like a guinea pig right before she came.

And Harry liked it. He liked it a lot. Yes, there really was so much more to Ginny Weasley.

For hours, they moved together on the bed, higher and higher, electricity shooting through them, until they were gasping and crying out with bliss.

After spending the entire day locked in her room, Ginny and Harry grinned at each other as if they had just invented sex. They sat up half the night talking about everything from the shape of Ginny's eyes to the spells Wizards used to stop cockroaches from reproducing. She made him laugh with stories about Ron playing dress-up in their mother's clothing, and he told her all about his favorite Muggle musicians, which included two groups called The Ruff Ryders and A Tribe Called Quest. Ginny never knew that Harry was a 'Hip Hop' fan, but it certainly explained why when he was spanking her earlier that evening (after noticing her wonderful arse!) he had asked her who her 'Daddy' was. Ginny, finding it odd that Harry would want to discuss her father during such an intimate moment, nonetheless answered, "Arthur Weasley."

It was clear to both of them that they still had a good deal to learn about each other.

The very next weekend, Harry and Ginny took their first trip to Hogsmeade as a couple, and soon, she was known to almost everyone as Harry Potter's steady girlfriend. They played Quidditch together, studied together, and she tutored him in the fine art of decorative antique hardware. From that day forward, Ginny's lovely gazongas only got Harry's full attention when she wanted them to.

So you see, Ginny Weasley was finally able to get to the bottom of her problem with Harry -- by using what she had up top.

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Fanart by: Partu, Lizardlaugh, Nancy, and LadyLisse