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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Ginny_Weasley, Harry_Potter/Ginny_Weasley/Romilda_Vane
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ginny_Weasley, Romilda_Vane
  Additional Tags:
      Exhibitionism, Cock_Worship, Cum_Play, Submission, Verbal_Humiliation,
      Rough_Oral_Sex, Cuckquean, Loss_of_Virginity, Impregnation, Threesome_-
      F/F/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-26 Words: 9526
****** Ginny's Vane Plot ******
by SugarRay
Summary
     Sixth year, Ginny has been dating Harry for a while, and comes up
     with a plan to put Romilda Vane in her place, hopefully in a way that
     pleases Harry.
Her mum was drunk. Molly liked her wine, and had a butterbeer or two during the
family parties and such, but this was the first time in Ginny’s life she’d seen
her mother drunk. The news of Voldemort’s return was still fresh, and here was
the Weasley matron, at least six shots deep, chased with whiskey-spiked tea
each. The boys had all vacated the area immediately upon realizing this wasn’t
going to be as fun as they’d hoped. The youngest child, however, lingered. Out
of a sense of obligation or curiosity she wasn’t sure, but here she was,
listening to her mother’s rants.
After a while going on about the last war, her mother began talking about the
celebration of victory, and, as was abundantly clear, Ginny’s parents’ libido
was the prime factor when it came to celebration of anything. Morbid curiosity
marred the young woman’s pretty face, as her mother stumbled through her
memory. “Y’see, you were, you… 2 months old, I believe. Despite my…” Molly
giggled conspiratorially, carefully tiptoeing over the next word,
“predilections… I had to convince Arthur to finish elsewhere.” The mother of
seven reared her head back in laughter at her daughter’s blush and gasp of
“Mum!” before gathering herself enough to pour another shot of liquor with a
shockingly even hand.
“You’ll know, soon enough, I imagine. It’s fun, and it feels amazing, even
though--“ Molly’s eyes locked with her daughter’s in a sudden motion, a serious
look in her eyes- “no, BECAUSE you shouldn’t, you’ll love it.” The elder woman
in the room threw back the shot and sighed, her head tilted back. “You may have
gotten your build from your father’s side of the family, but you got my mind.
So even though I’ve told you a hundred million times not to, I know you’ll want
to.” Ginny was in a strange state of vaguely insulted shame and masochistic
inquisitiveness as her mother’s eyes glazed over in memory. “You’ll want
nothing more than to wrap your legs around some boy you love more than anything
and need him to leave a piece of him behind, you’ll scream for him to put his
love inside you.” The fourteen year old looked to be on the verge of horror as
her mother visibly slipped into a near-coma. “And I love you kids, but sweet
Merlin… the number you did on my body.” The blackout drunk witch leveled her
swimming eyes onto her youngest child. “I wouldn’t wish that- well, actually, I
would wish the pain of childbirth on my worst enemy.” Settling her head back
into her pillows, she continued, “My suggestion, luv, is that when you get H-…
the boy you love, you try to save that pretty body of yours a while, against
your body’s own wishes. Merlin knows he deserves it.” And with a snort, Molly
Weasley slipped into unconsciousness… and that was how Ginevra Weasley
discovered her impregnation fetish.
-=-=-
Romilda Vane did not lock her drawers, a fifth year Ginny had discovered. Upon
going through the Gryffindor fourth year dorms, the Weasley snoop had been
searching Vane’s belongings for love potion or other paraphernalia the younger
brunette might use on the redhead’s newfound boyfriend. While Harry was not the
type to fall for such (Fleur soaked MY knickers and Harry found her ‘pretty, I
guess,’ so what hope does this dumb bint’s love potion have? She mentally
scoffed), Ginevra was looking for a reason to inflict pain on the younger
witch, and would have enough evidence to start a witch hunt if she found
anything unsavory. The fourth year did keep her diary locked, unfortunately,
and with something stronger than an alohamora. Setting it aside, she dug around
a bit farther. A snitch themed vibrator egg pulled an eye roll from the
redhead, but what she found next stopped her heart; a contraceptive potion.
 
A million thoughts ran through her mind at once. Ginny hadn’t gotten such a
potion herself- most of her fantasies tied into the idea of teasing herself
with sex on unsafe days, and she couldn’t bring herself to kill it, not to
mention her parent’s reaction at her asking would be somewhere on the way to
ballistic. The few times the young couple had done the deed sans rubber, she’d
had him pull out at the last second, groaning as she felt the hot semen
splattering her toned tummy instead of her unprotected cervix. She looked at
the potion once more, her focus slowly fading to a thousand feet beyond the
small jar. On the one hand, Romilda was attractive, if a bit… curvier than her
taste. Or Harry’s, from what she’d gathered. But Harry deserved everything he
wanted, even the things he’d never ask for. And Vane… deserved to be ruined.
-=-=-
Having first learned her own body in a crowded house, Ginevra Weasley had
associated pleasure with semi-fearful anticipation for a while. Having gotten
some of her hardest orgasms biting her own hand to keep her from shouting while
she peaked at Harry from a pre-bored magically concealed peephole, she
associated guilt with lust at a near one-to-one ratio. Therefore, as her
devious (one could say downright Slytherin) plan was less than one school day
away from coming to fruition, her second guessing and openly abhorred
conscience both managed to keep her knickers soaked. Well, they had, until she
made sure to find Harry between morning periods to drop them in his pocket,
telling him to skip lunch and go to the common room.
As soon as he turned up, she dragged him to a fireplace chair and straddled his
lap, grinding her bare cunt into the bulge in his trousers. He opened his mouth
to say something but she was already kissing him, her tongue slipping into his
mouth and teasing his into invading her own, until she wrapped her lips around
the slick muscle, sucking on his tongue lewdly in a (admittedly sparsely)
populated room. He pulled his head back, looking up at his girlfriend as he
traced his hands up the back of her thighs, cupping his hands just under the
curve of her ass, following her motion.
“Damn, Gin, what’s gotten into you?” He groaned as she leaned down, biting his
ear. Her eyes open, she quickly scanned the room and saw Romilda sitting not
too far away, openly staring with confusion and no small amount of jealousy in
her eyes. Most everyone else was studying or otherwise preoccupying themselves,
ignoring the couple making out by reflex. Gryffindor was a house for the bold,
and seeing an amorous couple lose themselves in the moment was common, and for
them to go “too far” wasn’t uncommon.
“Mmm, I just have a surprise for you later…” The redhead winked at the busty
brunette, still staring in their direction. As the younger girl blushed, she
hardened her face, resolute to not look away. Ginny locked her eyes back on
Harry’s. “And you know how I get about surprises…”
Harry groaned as she reached between them, rubbing his cock through the rough
fabric of his pants. “Handcuffs?” She shook her head before kissing his neck.
“Letting me…” He trailed off, one of his fingers tracing up the curve of her
ass, sliding into the crack and prodding her tight ring.
She giggled, flicking her hair back over her shoulder and looking at his face,
answering “I won’t tell you no, but that’s not it” with a somewhat cryptic
smile.
He frowned, trying to think of what it could be. “On the pitch?”
With a smirk, she replied, “Luv, you’re not going to be able to guess.” He
rolled his eyes at her absolute certainty, before raising his brows as she
slowly slid his zipper down. Her smirk turned lecherous quickly, as she pulled
his manhood out of his pants, stroking it a few times before pressing it to his
body with the wet heat of her dripping pussy. She leaned down, whispering to
him as she ground her hips into him. “It’s sooo bad of me, but you’ll love it,
I’m sure of it, and it’s got me sooo worked up.”
“Ginny, I don’t have a rubber,” Harry whispered conspiratorially. Briefly, the
redhead imagined riding him until he exploded inside her, but smothered her
desire down. Instead she smirked at him, before slowly inching her knees back
until they slid off the chair and eased to the floor. Glancing around, the
messy haired savior missed the curvy fourth year still staring at them,
whispering to his girlfriend, “There’s people…!”
“I don’t mind them watching, if you don’t?” She looked up at him, suddenly
worried he would object. She didn’t think about the picture she presented, her
worried expression and sad-puppy eyes, with her warm cheek millimeters away
from Harry’s beyond impressive length. Her hand still stroking him
absentmindedly, she waited for some kind of response, finally losing track of
Vane in her peripheral as the girl slipped from her mind. When Harry finally
nodded his assent, she giddily kissed his swollen tip.
This was one of the couple’s favorite acts; Harry merely because it felt good
and she seemed to have fun doing it, Ginny for more… nuanced reasons. Firstly,
as she had come to know Harry as a human being and not a title, she had gone
from seeing him as someone in need of being rewarded and instead as someone who
desired to be loved. Her parents had always shown affection physically, kisses
and embraces and an occasional naughty grope. And Ginny, taking her cues from
home, tried to show affection physically, and because her boyfriend deserved to
know she loved him more than anything, she took it to the nth degree, in this
case, by regularly choking on his absurd cock. Secondly, and arguably more
importantly, she was a quite the pervert, and got off on how much he enjoyed
it.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t go with her usual style of blowjob, not without
ruining his pants and alerting everyone in earshot. As she wrapped one palm
around his shaft as close to his fly as she could, and then another directly
above that, she hoped Romilda could see that she could fit another of her hands
again without covering the purple head, dwarfing the little girl’s toy. Ginny
ran her tongue along his frenulum, pressing the tip of her slick muscle against
his eye and wiggling, before carefully wrapping her lips around him, sealing
tightly and slowly sliding down to meet her hand. She held herself there,
working her tongue against the vein in the bottom of his cock. Looking up at
Harry, she saw that he was staring down at her in awe.
Still staring up at him, the redheaded pervert eased one hand away from his
shaft, slowly sliding her lips farther down him. He felt his head impact the
entrance of her throat and with a quick reposition (unfortunately breaking
their eye contact), she slid him past it. The feeling of him sliding into her
esophagus drove her over the edge, and she brought her now free hand to her wet
quim, quickly flicking her clit with two fingers. Allowing her eyes to drift
shut, the youngest Weasley focused on keeping her lips closed tight enough to
keep her own drool from leaking onto her boyfriend’s clothes, while she used
her free hand to get herself off.
Pulling back with a gasp, Ginny looked up at Harry, her tongue hanging out of
her mouth lewdly as she panted for her breath back. Slapping his the head
against her outstretched tongue, she pleaded, “Please hurry, Sir, don’t tease
me, I need it, I want it, give it to me.” With a quick kiss, she returned to
sucking him, with much more focus on applying her tongue to the sensitive
underside on the way down and suction on the way up. Sacrificing depth for
speed, she hoped the taboo of doing such an act in public was doing as much for
him as it was for her; she was so excited she was literally dripping, staining
the rug currently burning her knees.
“Fuck, Gin…” Harry was probably too loud, not that she gave a damn, let them
watch, she just wanted to cum and to make Harry feel good. He suddenly reached
out with both hands, twisting them in her hair, pulling a moan from the young
woman even as he pushed her farther down his cock. Pumping her head along him a
few times, she groans and doubles the pace of her fingers on her now throbbing
clit, before pulling her head back. As soon as Harry feels her pull back he
stops controlling her movement but keeps his fingers laced in her auburn locks.
Ginny encircles her lips around his helmet, looking up at his confused eyes.
His shortness of breath made her walls squeeze as she ached to feel him fill
her.
“Wan’ tashe ihh,” she muttered around his twitching cock, the hand not
currently bringing herself off pumping her boyfriend’s shaft, desperately
trying to empty his balls into her mouth in the middle of the common room on a
Thursday afternoon lunch break. “P’eas?”
Harry lost it. With an extended ‘Fffff-‘ that never quite became a word, his
balls clenched and his fists tightened (careful not to pull himself into her
throat again) he began letting loose. As the first volley splattered into the
roof of her mouth, Ginny’s eyes went wide and she moaned out, far too loud, as
she too orgasmed violently. The second rope of semen filled her mouth as
violently as the first, and made for a sizeable mouthful already. She pulled
away, tilting her head back and resting the trembling phallus on her tongue,
allowing the next few spurts to land on her tongue and lips, one shooting up to
her cheek. Panting, she waited for him to open his eyes, leaving her tongue
out, cupping it to prevent anything from dripping onto her uniform. As his
breathing returned, she closed her mouth and swallowed, licking her teeth as
she opened her mouth to show him she’d consumed what she could.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir.”
“Jesus, Gin. You’re too much. You’re amazing.”
She mmm’d again, still a little out of it from her intense orgasm. Looking
around, she noticed no one looking their way… save cow-tits Vane.
“I’ve gotta get cleaned up now, but you need to hurry, you’re gonna be late.”
Harry looked down at her as she knelt up again, tucking him away and zipping
his zipper. He pulled her up, spinning her into his lap, wrapping both his arms
around her waist and chinning her hair away so he can kiss her neck.
“But I need to make it up to you. That was so amazing.”
Smirking, she quickly responded, “and you can, tonight, when I give you your
surprise.” Careful to avoid the side still marked with his seed, Harry planted
a quick peck to her cheek. Ginny wanted to return the gesture, but still had
his sperm splashed across her lips, and so had to settle for blowing him a
kiss.
“How do you look so cute with cum all about your face like that?”
With a wide smile she pulled him to his feet and spun them, so as not to be
facing the room at the moment, before swatting him on the butt and pushing him
toward the exit. “I’ve gotta get ready, so you need to leave before I get more
ideas.” With a goofy grin back he made his way to the exit. Checking the time,
she realized he really would likely be late. With a shrug, she glanced around,
before catching Romilda’s bewildered, and either irate or aroused, gaze.
“What the fuck was that?”
“A blowjob. Did anyone notice?”
“No-” Ginny sighed in relief “-but only because I put a notice-me-not up.” The
redhead felt a sense of thankfulness tinged with just a hint of remorse.
Perhaps she’d enjoyed the idea of having a crowd more than she’d thought? She’d
discuss it with Harry sometime. “You were moaning like a whore down there,” the
brunette finished in a scandalized tone.
Frowning, the fifth year admonished the busty lowerclassman, “Using language
like that? And after I saved you some of the treat?” Ginny nearly giggled as
the girl’s eyes widened in surprise.
“What?”
“You heard me. Lick it off of my face.”
“What? Why?”
The question gave the thin girl some pause. Perhaps she was more attracted to
Vane- and more perverse- than she’d been crediting herself. Still, she needed
to maintain her sense of dominance over the fourth year.
“Because I know you daydream of tasting it straight from the source and I’m
feeling a bit giving. Or maybe because I get off knowing that some big-titted
bint is willing to lick the lukewarm remains of a blowjob off of my face purely
because they want my boyfriend just that bad.” The youngest Weasley was
slightly taken aback at her own vitriol. Shaking it off, she shrugged, “Either
way, if you want tonight to happen to you, and not, say, Demelza, then…” The
redhead watched the girl’s face start at disbelief, shift to taken aback, a
quick spike of panic, and then settle on acceptance. The brunette leaned
forward, barely contacting Ginny’s cheek with her tongue, before scooping the
rapidly cooling fluid into her mouth. As the admittedly cute girl licked her
boyfriend’s seed off of her face, Ginevra moaned contentedly to further shame
the girl, before nipping at her bottom lip as she pulled away. “Mmm… did you
like that, slut?” Knowing what her answer was supposed to be, Romilda nodded
shyly. “Good, maybe I’ll let you have some more, later.” Striding past her with
a quick swat on the butt, Ginny grinned greedily, knowing she’d be getting
plenty more.
-=-=-
Ginny had originally planned on doing this in the Room of Requirement, but that
seemed a bad idea, considering Harry’s recent obsession. And so she was forced
to think of a new place. Slightly disliking her chosen venue (one of the many
paths Harry and her brothers had utilized) due to its dim lighting and semi-
public area, the young woman weighed her options. Magic would solve the issues
easy enough, but introduced new ones; the more competent professors, and likely
Peeves, were capable of sensing strong Notice-Me-Nots and other wide-ambit
charms. Candles, she shrugged, would be easy enough to transfigure. As the
tapestry was pulled back, the light that followed through the opening was
quickly eclipsed by the larger problem.
How was Ginny going to keep this loudmouth quiet?
Romilda walked up to the upperclassman girl, looking at her with something
between weariness and fear. Optimistic apprehension? Ginny halted her thinking
when the girl opened her mouth.
“Where’s Harry?” The brunette was just as blunt and upfront as she always tried
to be.
Rolling her chocolate eyes, the redhead began running through options to keep
the likely virgin from screaming too loud when Harry split her open, off-
handedly answering. “Well, first we need to go over some things…” Harry would
definitely balk if the girl was gagged, at least when he first showed. “How
loud are you, when you cum?” If her deep blush wasn’t just cute enough to amuse
Ginny, she’d have found herself annoyed; who shows up to an invitation to
literally get fucked just to act prudish?
“I… I never-“
“Bullshit.” Weasley’s abrupt cut though her stuttering left the young girl with
nothing to do but close her mouth quickly, teeth clicking, and then shift to a
perturbed look. Ginny’s face shifted to mild irritation, brows furrowed.
Suddenly, putting Romilda on edge, the aggressive girl beamed, pacing behind
the uncharacteristically submissive brunette. Plucking at the shoulders of her
robe, Ginny made it clear to the other girl that she should remove the garment.
Slowly complying, Vane undid the sash and allowed the robe to slide down her
body, pooling at her feet.
Ginny wrapped her hands around the younger girl’s waist, pulling the two
together. Feeling Romilda tense up, Ginevra pulled her dark, silky hair out of
the way using her chin, as Harry had done to her earlier that day. Her lightly
chapsticked lips came to Vane’s ear, whispering to her.
“Well… if you’re not telling me the truth, I’ll have to find out myself.” Ginny
almost laughed as the girl started to nearly tremble, “After all, I can’t have
you go screaming when Harry puts it in you.” The hands on Romilda’s stomach
started to move, very slowly sliding in two different directions. One venturing
higher, the other teasing itself lower, well past her navel already. “Because
if someone comes running we’ll all get in trouble. And I can’t have my
boyfriend’s evenings taken up by detentions, you understand?” Ginny began
undoing the buttons of the shirt she’d just pulled untucked, her right hand
groping Vane’s chest. Just as the redhead dipped the tip of her left middle
finger under the hem of the young girl’s skirt, Romilda cracked.
“I scream!” She gasped, adding breathlessly, “When I’m at home, anyway.” Ginny
made an inquisitive noise in the girl’s ear, prompting her to continue. “In the
dorms I keep it to low moans, I… I think my closest roommate likes listening.”
Mistaking the older girl’s amused huff as another prompt, she continued
further. “But I’m silent in the shower. And… and in class once.”
Openly laughing, Ginny pulled her head back for a moment before returning her
lips to her victim’s ear. “Awfully honest when someone’s got their hand in your
skirt, hm?” Pulling away and taking a small step back, Ginny reached up onto
the girl’s back, quickly undoing her bra strap through the thin shirt. Ignoring
the indignant gasp, the redhead demanded the brunette hand the fabric to her.
Thanking her, Ginevra wasted precious few seconds before waving her wand over
the article, shredding it into a half dozen pieces.
“What the fuck?!”
“Shush. If you don’t like anything that’s happening, you can leave. I can get
any one of your classmates in here no questions asked.” Transfiguring the
pieces of cloth into candles and banishing them to stick on the walls of the
corridor, Ginny turned her gaze to her fellow Gryffindor, adding, “Honestly,
you should consider yourself lucky I don’t have you on your knees.” Coming
around to stand in front of her, she continued, “I would anyway if I didn’t
think it’d mess up that make up you put on just for my Harry.” The youngest
Weasley was not incredibly possessive of her boyfriend, but iterating that he
wasn’t with the braless bint in front of her seemed to irk her, and therefore
pleased Ginny.
“You… like girls?”
Ginny smirked. “Let’s go over some things. I don’t care if you tell anyone what
happens here.” She meant that. No one would believe Harry would do such a
thing. Ginny they’d believe could do this, but she didn’t care about that.
Reaching out, she started to undo all but the three middle buttons of the
girl’s top, showing off her lack of a bra and her soft pooch of a belly. Not
nearly as flat as her own tummy or Harry’s toned stomach, but nothing
unsightly. Humming out loud as she decided whether she wanted to remove the
brunettes skirt or panties, Ginny continued. “He’ll be dominant. It might not
be immediate, but once his control starts slipping, he gets very aggressive.”
Her face went slightly worried, so Ginny followed up, “You’ll love it, you
little slut. Skirt off.” Romilda blanched at the casual order. Rolling her eyes
again, Ginny stepped up, undoing the skirt and pushing it down her thighs;
Vane, seemingly dumbstruck, allowed it to happen. “Further, I want him to lose
control. It’s so hot that way. So. Do you know the best way to do that?”
Romilda meekly stepped out of her skirt, trying to gather her courage back to
herself, answering, “Uhm… use your mouth?” The brunette watched the redhead for
a reaction, and when she smirked, Vane risked a small grin of her own. Ginny
reached out and pushed her shoulder lightly, a kind of gesture of comradery.
“You slut, I knew you wanted another taste!” Grinning at the girl’s blush and
growing smile, Ginny tried to ride this new potential angle of friendship a
while, if only to ease the transition to depravity. “That helps, but what I was
bringing up was dirty talk. Say whatever you want, beg when you can, I like to
curse, myself, but do what’s natural.” Grabbing Romilda’s shoulders, the
redhead turned her toward the tapestry entry. “He’ll be coming through there
any minute, so keep an eye out. Now… where was I…” Small hands returned to the
girl’s stomach, and Ginny noted Vane’s blush as she was pulled back into the
older girl’s body again. “Oh, yes. Now, I call him Sir, when we fuck, or I suck
that wonderful cock of his.” The blush grew brighter, warmer, and her hands
began to wander again. “So you can’t call him that.” Romilda opened her mouth,
hesitated, and then started to close it. Ginny teased at her pantyline, giving
the girl a handful of stalled heartbeats to tell her to stop before snapping
her fingers down to her clit, fast as her homegrown seeker hands could move.
Using two fingers to massage the spot, Ginny didn’t hesitate to slide her left
hand into the gasping girl’s top, her small palm struggling to contain the
fleshy orb, just larger than a grapefruit, but apparently not nearly as
sensitive as her own modest breasts.
“Ginny…” Her voice was on edge, and the redhead didn’t want the next word to be
‘stop,’ so she quickly upped her pace on the girl’s clit, and continued
whispering to her.
“I need to get you ready for him, doll. You saw.” The girl whimpered, so Ginny
continued. “What do you call him, when you do this to yourself? When you
fantasize about my boyfriend fucking you?”
“Harry…” Romilda’s hands reached back, one grasping Ginny’s hip, the other
gripping her forearm. For a split second, Ginny worried she was stopping her,
but after two heartbeats no action had been taken, and so she continued.
“No, no, silly girl, not when you day dream about holding his hands in yours,
kissing lightly as he makes love to you. No, in the dorm when you put on a show
for your roommate, imagining him pinning your knees to your cow-tit chest and
pounding into you, when you fuck yourself raw with your wand, what do you call
him?”
“I… I… Daddy! I call him daddy… please…” Ginevra Weasley’s internal monologue
immediately began an insane cackle, even as she felt herself soak her own
thighs in guilty pleasure and sadistic lust.
“Perfect.” The redhead breathed the word into Vane’s ear. “That’s perfect, call
him that and he’ll lose his mind.” He won’t be the only one. Romilda nodded
aggressively, her nails digging into Ginny’s forearm, her mouth open in a
silent moan. “And what do you call me?”
“M…Mommy?”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Mmm I think not. Pick something better for me, Slut, or
I’ll go find your soon-to-be-Daddy and fuck him in your bed without you.”
“Please, don’t, uh… Miss, please.”
“Mmm, I like that.”
The tapestry suddenly pulled back a few inches, and then fell closed. The
lightly moaning Romilda may not have noticed, but Ginny did. Looking to where
she assumed Harry was standing under his cloak, open-mouthed and shocked, she
raised the hand that had been fondling the girl’s well-developed chest to her
lips, pantomiming a “shh” as she continued to work the younger girl over.
“You’re getting so wet, Slut- do you like when I call you that, Slut?”
Romilda groaned as Ginny gripped her nipple tightly, before moaning out an
answer as she felt the older girl slide her hand down farther into her panties,
pushing a finger into her virginal tunnel. “Ohh yes, Miss, I do, I do.”
Ginny felt a hand sliding up her thigh, Harry’s way of assuring her that he was
there, and she assumed that meant he wanted her to keep going with this. So she
did. “Of course you do. But I’m not so bigheaded as to think I’m the only
reason you’re ruining your slutty little thong. Are you thinking about Harry?”
Romilda hesitated, clearly wondering if there was a correct answer, before
deciding on the truth. “Yes, Miss.”
“Tell me.”
“M-Miss?”
“Tell me about what you’re thinking about now, about what you imagine when you
got yourself off in class that one time.” Ginny was grinning almost maniacally,
shocked at her control when she was almost too horny to stand.
Taking a shuddering breath, Romilda squeezed her eyes shut, and as she started
her tale, Harry pulled back his hood, revealing his head, eyes wide as he
stared at his girlfriend in shock. “History of magic, was, ohh, was the only
one awake. Started thinking about a… a plan I had to seduce Harry, he would
fall for me” -Ginny chose this moment to push a second finger into the girl,
causing her face to scrunch up- “OH, Miss, I… where…”
“Harry would fall for you?” Ginny’s eyes were locked on the boy in question’s
face, grinning widely.
“Merlin, your fingers… He’d fall for me, and then after a quidditch game, he’d
land and pull me to him, kissing me in front of everyone, grabbing my arse,
lifting me, my legs… around his waist, he’d walk to the locker room, toward the
showers, everyone knows. Everyone watching him carry me to the shower. Miss,
fu- please.”
“Keep going, Slut, I want to hear it all.”
“Ohhh… he takes me to the locker room, the team follows in- he doesn’t care.”
She dropped her head onto Ginny’s shoulder, gasping again before continuing,
“He pins me to a wall and kisses me roughly, hips grinding into my… my quim.
I’m not wearing panties- he’d told me not to.” The girl was getting into it,
Ginny winked at Harry as she started humping into the redhead’s hand. “He rips
my shirt open, kissing my chest, my neck, biting me.
“That’s when I had to slip my hand in my skirt, grinding my palm against
my…self-“
“Right there, in class?”
“Yes, Miss, in the middle of class.”
“Keep going, slut.”
“Ahh, ah, okay, he was biting me and kissing me and barks for someone to undo
his pants. I don’t know who, but someone… someone did it, and I feel him,
against me, and then he put it in” –Ginny squeezed a third finger into the
girl’s now dripping slit- “OH! Yes, he- he put it in, and I kissed him, I told
him I lo…loved it, his manhood, and he lost control.” Ginny rolled her eyes at
Harry, who was rapidly trading in his shock for reckless lust as he shed his
invisibility cloak. The redhead hadn’t missed the brunette’s quick switch
around the word love. “He just started slamming into me, over and over and they
were all watching, watching him with me, jealous…”
“Sounds like you’ve got quite a bit in common with Ginny.” With an exclamation
of profanity, Romilda jumped nearly out of her skin, but the girl molesting her
held her tight, pausing her ministrations, but not letting her run. Harry was
grinning, glancing between the two girls’ faces. “Calm down, Slut, was it?”
Ginny nodded, still holding Vane tightly. Vane was still very much panicked,
but visibly tried to center herself. “What else?”
“I… that was it, really, a bit more of that, until my deskmate smacked my leg
when she caught me.” Romilda was bright red, heart pounding and out of breath
for two separate reasons simultaneously, her flight response battling her
lustful instincts and neither coming out sufficiently ahead. Ginny knew they’d
already won. The girl would submit to anything, now that they both knew what
she’d been daydreaming about. Harry stepped forward, teasing at the girl’s
cleavage for a few seconds, tracing the curve of her left breast with a single
finger until it met her shirt. The finger hooked the shirt and with the most
casual of motions, Harry ripped the thing open, the few remaining buttons
flying. Romilda whimpered, and Ginny resumed fingering the girl. Harry traced
his hands up her sides, following the significant curve from her hips up into
her waist, before sliding forward, taking her orbs into his hands, his fingers
entwining with his girlfriend’s on one while his other hand thumbs at the stiff
nipple.
“Slut here has something she wants to ask you.”
“I- I do?” Ginny slid her fingers out of Vane’s dripping cunt, sliding her hand
up onto the girl’s hip.
“Here, let me remind you.” The redhead pressed her knee into the back of the
brunette’s, forcing it to give. Legs weak and mind sluggish, Vane understood
once she felt Weasley’s hand forcing her hip lower as well, and Romilda allowed
herself to fall to her knees. Before she could react, Ginny wrapped one hand
around Harry’s neck, the other grabbing his ass, and pulled him in for a kiss.
As she kissed her boyfriend aggressively, she couldn’t help but hump into the
back of Vane’s head, hoping the girl was suitably humiliated by it. As Ginny
sucked Harry’s tongue into her own mouth, fellating the muscle, she pulled
Harry’s hips even farther forward, forcing him to grind his bulge against
Romilda’s face, only to smirk and pull away giggling as she felt the girl start
shaking her head slowly back and forth, clearly nuzzling her boyfriend’s crotch
with her face. Briefly, Ginny wondered why she had thought a girl willing to
nearly overdose someone with love potion was capable of shame. Pulling back,
she looked down at the girl, prompting her, “Well?”
Romilda Vane leaned forward, kissing Harry’s manhood through his pants, looking
up at him, biting her lip, entreating him, “Please let me suck your big cock,
Daddy.”
The Chosen One looked up to his girlfriend, lust and shock competing for
control of his face. Ginny smirked, before reaching out to take his zipper
between her fingertips, slowly sliding it down. “Do you like your surprise so
far, Sir?” With a lecherous smile, Harry reached into his fly, pulling out his
sizeable erection. Holding it near the base, he whipped himself onto her
forehead, his swollen knob bouncing off her face, a drip of pre marking the
impact.
“How long have you wanted to do this, Slut?”
“I’ve wanted to blow you since I found out what it was, from a Hufflepuff, in
second year. I’ve wanted you to take my virginity since I was just a little
girl, Daddy.” Romilda teased her hands up his thighs. “I didn’t know I wanted
to be with a girl until this afternoon…” She blushed deeply again, before
nuzzling Harry’s erection again, like an affectionate kitten. “I’ve known I
would do anything to feel you in me since I saw that Ravenclaw groping at you
last year.” Her fists gripped at his pants suddenly, pulling his hips forward,
grinding his cock up her pretty face, his balls draped over her chin.
“Anything, Daddy, please…”
Harry looked to Ginny, who smiled evilly, before nodding at Romilda. With a
pleased grin, she slid back, kissing the leaking tip before wrapping her lips
around the purpling head. Slowly, she worked down past the head, before pulling
back. Licking at him like a candy, she braced herself for another pass. As she
pushed her lips past his ridge, she felt the more experienced girl kneel down
behind her.
“Oh, Slut, you’re going to have to try much harder than that. Look up at your
Daddy.” Following her instructions, Vane looked up to Harry’s face. He was
looking down, and did not look displeased, but none of the passion and lack of
control that he had that afternoon was present. “See? He’s bored. You need to
try harder.” With a determined ‘mmm’ the younger girl pushed farther, squeezing
her eyes shut. Feeling him at her uvula, she scrunched her face up and pushed
herself to go further, but very soon after she felt herself gag. Fighting it,
she opened her eyes to see how far she had to go, and seeing most of the heavy
cock still in front of her, Romilda felt her confidence waver. She made the
smallest of retreats before she ran into a small hand on the back of her head.
Her eyes went wide as she heard Ginny admonish her, “Nooo I said try HARDER.”
With a violent shove, Vane took twice as much as she had before, it felt like
she was swallowing her own fist, and still more than half remained beyond her
lips. Retching violently, the girl felt her eyes water to the point of running,
no doubt pulling her mascara down her face, and realized she was beginning to
suffocate on the overgrown phallus. Ginny was still pushing on the back of her
head. “Halfway… or bust…” In a fit of desperation, Romilda swallowed, and felt
herself jerk forward a bit farther. “There it is! Good job, Slut. Now, just
hold this for…” Vane felt Ginny prop her shoulder against the back of her head,
one arm locking her body this set distance from Harry’s waist, her free hand
floating into the brunette’s watery field of vision. “Ten seconds.” Groaning
out her dissent on this plan, Romilda suddenly heard Harry whisper, “Fuck…” and
suddenly her resolve returned. Gripping her fists into her once potential
victim’s pants, she watched as the small hand counted up, showing two fingers.
Three.
Romilda could feel Harry’s head twitching in her stretched esophagus.
Four.
Ginny watched the brunette’s face, staring into Harry’s trimmed pubes in
determination.
Five.
Harry reached out, petting his girlfriend’s soft hair with his right hand, his
left twisting up a bundle of Vane’s silky mane.
Four.
Romilda whimpers as she feels fingers in her hair, noticing black creep into
her vision at the edges.
Three.
Ginny almost physically feels Vane’s resolve fail again, her arms straining
with the necessary strength to keep the girl down.
Two.
Harry is torn between worry and lust, the feel of the girl’s semi-panicked
moans felt amazing, but he questioned if Ginny would let the girl pass out.
One.
Romilda’s vision is fading fast, and one of the few coherent thoughts in her
mind is if Ginny would remove her face even if she passed out, would the older
girl choke her to death on her boyfriend?
Zero.
As Ginny’s closed fist signals the end of the younger girl’s torment, the
redhead grins up at Harry, holding her an extra moment seemingly out of sheer
malice, before releasing her hold on his ass. The lack of tension in her arm
allows Romilda to jerk backward violently, retching again, the girl thankful
she hadn’t eaten recently or she’d probably have vomited.
“Now what do you say, Slut?” Ginny asked the girl while she panted and gasped
for air, not hesitating to yank the nearly suffocated brunette’s head back by
her hair, forcing her to look up at Harry, a number of strands of saliva and
throatslop connecting his rock hard cock and her matte crimson lips. A few
break, lewdly falling to her heaving chest, dripping into her cleavage and
staining her shirt.
“T-thank you, Daddy. I lo-love your cock.”
With a light squeal of delight, Ginny kissed the girl on the cheek, looking up
at Harry. “Isn’t she just a jewel?” With her head still yanked back, Ginny
pushed her tongue into the still out of breath girl’s mouth, and Vane was quick
to respond, returning the violent kiss to the best of her ability.
Harry watched as his girlfriend stood, bent at the waist to continue the kiss.
Her back arched, her feet spread to just wider than her shoulders, and her ass
wiggling at him, he couldn’t resist, not with such an offer. He flipped her
skirt up, gripping her gorgeous bubble butt. Ginny was slightly self-conscious
about her thin hips and modest bust, unlike her voluptuous mother, she was
dainty, not curvy. However, her ass was a work of art, perched atop thin legs
was a jiggly, pert set of pale globes. Harry, when presented with her amazing
behind, did exactly what he always felt compelled to do: spanked her, hard. His
right hand left a bright pink outline on her cheek, and he watched as the force
caused a ripple across the soft flesh.
With a squeak of lusty pain, Ginny pulled away from the kiss, looking into a
still heavily breathing Romilda’s eyes. “Miss needs to cum first, okay, Slut?”
Weasley kept her voice friendly, slow, even. Romilda nodded, finally finding
her breath after her first forays into both deepthroating and aggressively
making out. “Good girl. Lay back.” Scooting back, Romilda looked up to the
couple she had now fallen for. Ginny looked over her shoulder, looking back at
Harry with a grin, sliding her hands between her thighs, tracing her wet slit
with one hand before using both index fingers to spread her lips, showing off
her pink tunnel to the only man she’d let inside it.
Wasting no time, Harry pushed against her open cunt, making her moan as the
head slowly pierced her, before he pushed in deep. Ginny let her hand slide
back farther, teasing the length of shaft as it slowly penetrated her, until
she grunted as he bottomed out in her, and she teased the last bit that she
couldn’t take. Looking forward, Ginevra slowly straightened her body, pushing
her shoulders back into Harry’s chest, her right hand going over her shoulder
to grasp the back of his head. Her fingers in his hair, he dipped his face
down, biting her neck lightly as he slowly started to saw in and out of her
slick walls. Ginny stared at her victim, her project, as she eased her left
hand down, pulling her uniform skirt up and out of the way so that the fourth
year Gryffindor could watch as Harry slowly, powerfully slid home. Harry held
her hip with his left hand, his right sliding down his girlfriend’s stomach,
pinching at the small patch of orange hair just above her slit, before his
fingers found her swollen button.
Unable to help herself, Romilda slid her hand into her thong, teasing her clit
as she watched the two upperclassmen make love. Ginny smiled at her, mouth
slightly open as she started to gasp at each of Harry’s thrusts into her.
“Quite the Slut you found us, Gin.” Romilda groaned in spite of herself, the
word having been completely perverted into a term of degrading endearment.
Ginny moaned in the affirmative, starting to thrust her own hips back, meeting
his thrusts halfway, speeding up their fucking without losing any of the
cervix-bruising power. Romilda worked two of her own fingers into her virgin
walls, pumping her hand into herself at a matching pace to the couple rutting
before her, wishing only to be ravaged next, by either of them at this point.
Ginny let go of her skirt, grabbing Harry’s hip, urging him to slow to a stop,
buried within her hot, wet depths. Leaning back, she whispered into his ear,
breathlessly, “I want to get her ready for you, with my mouth.” Harry grunted,
his lust-addled brain barely capable of more than that at the thought of his
beautiful girlfriend going down on a pretty girl. He walked them forward a few
steps before slowly easing them to the ground together, clearly unwilling to
depart her fluttering tunnel.
Once she was on all fours, Ginny quickly pulled Romilda’s thighs wide, resting
them on her shoulders. Meanwhile, Vane was simply staring, her fingers doubling
their pace at the proximity of the couple. She could smell Ginny’s excitement.
The redhead beamed up at her, using her right hand to pull the thong to the
side, and watching for a few minutes as the girl all but fisted herself, three
small fingers tunneling in and out of her swollen lips. Ginny kissed her
knuckles before using her left hand to pull the hand away entirely. Whimpering,
Romilda watched as the redhead stared up at her. Begging russet-brown eyes
helplessly stared into knowing chocolate ones as Ginny’s freckled face lowered
to the girl’s slit. Placing a long, wet kiss on the younger girl’s prominent
clit, the youngest Weasley was clearly caught off-guard when Harry thrust
particularly roughly, bashing her face into the submissive girl’s wet gash.
Both women moaned aggressively, and Ginny lost all pretense, attacking
Romilda’s folds with her tongue. Two fingers on her left hand speared into the
girl laid before her while she lapped and sucked at the bundle of nerves, the
pace of both set by the swaying motion of her body as Harry slammed his fat
shaft deep into her. Easing a third finger into the girl, Ginny whipped her
head back, letting Vane feel Harry’s unforgiving pace with her hand as she
locked eyes with the girl.
“Cum for me, Slut. Ah, fuck, cum for me, I want to steal your first orgasm like
I, ohhh, like I stole your first love.” The fifth year quickly found the spongy
bundle of nerves in the brunette’s twitching walls, rubbing it in rhythm with
Harry’s deep pumps of her own squeezing cunt. Romilda started moaning heavily,
eyes going wide.
“Gin- Miss, I, I think- Oh Merlin, I’m gonna-“
Ginny upped her pace as much as she could, pumping the girl’s G-spot for all
she was worth, biting her thigh to keep her own orgasm at bay for just a few
more seconds. “Do it, Slut, squirt for me, you bloody slag, now!” Romilda’s
eyes went comically wide as she bit her hand, before slamming her shoulders
back, arching her body as she gave in to Ginny’s fingers, her feminine juice
gushing out of her cunt and being sprayed into the air by the violent fingering
she was receiving, liberally splashing her shirt, stomach, and thighs, as well
as Ginny’s arm and face. Ginny followed suit immediately, allowing her orgasm
to hit her hard, her own back began to spasm as Harry didn’t even attempt to
slow down. She reached back with the hand still dripping with Romilda’s
excitement, bracing against Harry’s chest as he continued to pump into her
fluttering cunt, greedy hands digging into her hips. With her last bit of
strength, Ginny managed to thrust her hips forward, dislodging Harry, who
grunted in annoyance as she flopped to her side, pulling Romilda’s leg with
her. Gasping, she looked up to a betrayed Harry. Attempting to catch her
breath, she tried to explain. “I want… you to… save it… for…” Ginny reached
over, lightly slapping the virgin’s twitching pussy twice, causing her to
convulse and moan.
Ginny half-expected Harry to hesitate, to see if Vane was she sure wanted this,
to reset a bit and make sure she wasn’t having second thoughts; as Harry pulled
the leg Ginny wasn’t laying on up and out, a look at his face told her that she
had nothing to fear. Harry had clearly not totally forgiven and had not at all
forgotten that this girl had tried to, for all intents, rape him. He ground his
tool against her groove, the head bumping her aching clit on the way up, until
his balls rested against her clenching lips. His tip hovered a hand’s length
above Romilda’s pierced belly button, and both girls watched, nearly shuddering
as a dollop of precum (and likely Ginny’s natural lubricant) dripped down into
her navel. Pulling back, he pressed the head against her hot, swollen cunt, and
eased just the tip into her.
Then slammed home. As Romilda went from being a virgin to having a bruised
cervix in milliseconds, it took almost three heartbeats for the burning pain to
hit home for the girl. Her shriek was swallowed up by Harry’s lips pressing to
hers after just a second, cutting his satisfied enjoyment of her tight heat
short in effort to get her to stop screaming. Ginny let the shock fall from her
face as she saw the regret appear on her boyfriend’s. Knowing she needed to fix
this, she scooted closer to Romilda, kissing the girl’s bare shoulder and
speaking softly to her. “What do you say?”
Harry pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting his chapped lips to her
smeared ruby ones. She gathered herself, taking a long, stuttered breath,
clearly gathering her senses. “Th-thank you, for making me a woman, Daddy,” she
whimpered, lust sneaking farther into each word. With a chuckle, Ginny leaned
in to kiss her boyfriend.
“Don’t I know how to pick ‘em?” Ginny crawled up onto all fours, face near
Romilda’s, but their bodies perpendicular to each other. “Tell him what you
want, Slut?”
“I… Fuck me, please,” Romilda begged, watery eyes insistent. Ginny leaned down,
kissing her softly with a smile.
“Good girl.” Vane could only respond to the older girl with a whimper as Harry
started to pull out of her. Halfway removed, he slowly start pushing back in,
her whimper returning as he changed direction. Slowly sawing in and out of her,
Ginny slid her hand down Romilda’s body, reaching for her clit, teasing the
sensitive nub as her boyfriend maintained a calm pace to stir her up. “Feel
better?” The girl nodded, and Ginny kissed the tip of her nose. “How do you
want it, then? Ask my boyfriend to fuck you how you want, girl.” Romilda opened
her mouth, her eyes rolling back as Harry deliberately slid back into her.
“Faster, please, f-fuck me faster, Daddy.”
“Whatever my little Slut wants.”
“Mmm.” Romilda was clearly getting into it now, just a few minutes after being
impaled on something the size of her forearm. Ginny was still slowly teasing
her clit as Harry started to pick up speed, still being careful not to
‘accidentally’ aim for piercing her womb again. The redhead could hear both
their breaths starting to hitch, she could tell they were getting close. Her
eyes nearly rolled into her head at the intense guilt and shame that entered
her head.
“He’s getting close, Romilda.” Ginny whispered to the girl, careful to keep her
voice low enough that Harry couldn’t hear her. He continued pumping into the
girl, his even pace slipping, occasionally burying himself deep and holding
there, causing the girl on the end of his cock to gasp and grunt. “You want to
feel him truly make you a woman, don’t you? You need to feel him pump you full
of his love…ly heat, don’t you, Slut?” She shuddered as she hesitated,
questioning her plan for the thousandth time today, but only the first time
since she got the girl’s skirt off. But when the girl moaned in the
affirmative, she bit her lip as a micro-orgasm bubbled through her core. “Tell
him. Beg him.”
“Ohh, cum, cum inside me, please, cum for me, Daddy.”
“Oh fuck.” Harry’s pace picked up, almost against his will, and Ginny knew he
was closing in on euphoria. Overcome with lust and pride and guilt and shame,
the manipulative redhead bit the younger girl’s ear, her hand clamping over the
girl’s mouth, and started whispering. “I’m gonna make you cum on his cock,
playing with your clit, while he blasts a baby or two or even three into you.”
Ginny watched as Romilda’s panting face pulled up into a half smile, and knew
the exact words to say next. “Romilda, silly little slut of ours, I know
something you don’t.” The brunette’s face scrunched up in confusion, even as
she moaned out her pleasure again. Ginny positioned herself so that one of her
knees was next to the girl’s ear, contorting herself uncomfortably to continue
whispering, ready to move.
“Contraceptive potion tastes exactly like fertility potion.” Immediately, Ginny
swung her other leg over Romilda’s face, squeezing her thin, wiry muscled
thighs down on her pretty, mussed-up face. Continuing to work her sensitive
clit, humping her own into Vane’s lips and chin, the youngest Weasley moaned
out to her boyfriend. “You heard her, Harry, she wants you to cum deep in her
cunt, so do it, fill our little Slut full of that thick sperm.” Watching as the
fourth year bucked her hips wildly, Ginny couldn’t tell if she was trying to
get Harry to stop, or trying to finish herself off. Hell, she wasn’t sure which
made her hotter.
“Oh fuck, here it comes, Slut.”
Ginny started moaning as Romilda’s inarticulate scream seemingly rattled the
redhead’s hipbone, watching as Harry buried himself deep in the young woman as
his balls pulsed, shooting rope after rope of virile semen into her. Her eyes
rolled back in her head as the girl screaming into her crotch trailed off into
a series of pitiful moans. Harry pulled out, rolling onto his side, before
collapsing back and laying down, panting for breath. Ginny, in her post-
orgasmic haze, loosened her grip on Romilda’s head as she leaned down, kissing
the girl’s smooth pubis, her clit, the crease of her thigh, while watching
Harry’s cum ooze out of the slightly gaped cunt. Twisting off of her face,
Ginevra was careful to keep her body between Harry and Romilda, immediately
covering the girl’s mouth with her hand. Leaning down, she whispered to her.
“If you tell him, you’ll be before the Wizangamot for illegal use of love
potion.” All of the anger bled out of the girl’s eyes at once, replaced with
disbelief and fear. “Now tell him how it was.”
Staring up at Ginny, she took a long few seconds, still gathering her breath,
before finally speaking. “That was amazing, Harry.” The redhead smirked at the
girl.
“Mmm was a pretty fun night.” Harry concurred. “Should we help her back to her
room?”
“You can’t make it to her room, luv. Don’t worry about it, it was my plan, so
I’ll take care of the mess.” That brought the anger back to Romilda’s eyes.
“You sure, Gin?” She mmm’d in the affirmative. “Alright. I’ll leave the cloak.
I can make it back without it.” He walked over, zipping himself up. Leaning
down to his kneeling girlfriend, he tilted her chin up, kissing her sweetly
over the prone, exhausted, and sore girl he had unknowingly just impregnated.
“You’re too perfect, babe.” He looked down to Romilda, whose smile seemed
genuine, if bittersweet. “See you, Vane. Maybe if you’re nice to Ginny, she’ll
let you join us again?” He smirked, taunting her far more than he thought he
was. 
-=-=-
The girls both watched him leave. There was silence for an indeterminate length
of time.
“Why?”
Ginny scoffed, slowly laying herself down beside the girl, looking up at the
ceiling.
“I don’t really know.”
“What?”
“Just… thought it’d be hot.”
“Seriously?”
“Mmm.” Ginny released a satisfied sigh. “And it waaas.”
“What am I going to do?”
Ginny rolled onto her side, looking at the girl. She hadn’t moved, still just
as she was when Harry had blasted her full of fifteen milliliters of
motherhood. It was quite the sight. Silky hair spread around her head on the
stone floor, mascara running down her face, lipstain smeared to hell by cock
and two pairs of lips, blouse hanging off of one shoulder, open to show off
those irritatingly huge (and soon to grow) cow-tits, panties pulled to the
side, spread eagle with her hands over her head, hot semen still leaking out of
her teenage cunt.
“Keep it. Them. Probably.” Ginny’s words brought a scoff from Romilda’s lips.
“Seriously, keep them. I’ll help take care of them. You can’t tell Harry how it
happened, of course,” Ginny laughed, “Honestly, he’ll probably assume you
skipped your potion on purpose. But he’ll feel obligated to help.”
“Why the fuck would I do that, Weasley.”
“To make him happy. Cuz making him happy makes me happy.” Ginny moved to
straddle the girl. “And when I’m happy I’m generous.” With a wink and a chaste
kiss, the redhead stood up, offering a hand to the brunette. Staring up at her,
Romilda responded to the gesture with a question.
“What… what if I get him to leave you for me?” To her surprise, Ginny just
laughed.
“You won’t. I said he’d help. We love each other more than anything, we trust
each other, we know each other in ways no one else can.” Ginny shrugged. “He’ll
feel obligated to help, but if you push for that, you’ll just find galleons in
your account you can’t explain, mysteriously generous shopkeepers in Diagon
Alley, a landlord suddenly refusing rent.”
Romilda couldn’t find anything but satisfied confidence in the girl’s voice,
and realized that Ginny had something intangible she could never compete with.
And so, against her better judgement, the fourth year reached up and took the
redhead’s hand.
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