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Witchcraft and Cuckoldry	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42385 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Accepting oneself
As it often happens with human beings, after being shocked over the recent turn of events, Ginny got used with having an affair with Draco Malfoy.
That isn't to say she wasn't feeling guilty for cheating on her husband with his schoolyard nemesis, of all people, but she justified herself with the excuse that she was protecting her family and her career. Also, when she felt the worst over it she reminded herself that Harry almost didn't bother coming home and uphold his marital vows.
Yes, she was doing the wrong thing but for the right reasons. She convinced herself of that.
Granted, she might have had a more difficult time adapting if she didn't like impaling herself on Draco's monster cock just about every day.
But she did like Draco's cock very much, even if she despised him as a person. He fucked her like her husband never did or could, and because of that she felt more of a woman that she ever did in her life.
There was a bounce to her steps now that had been missing since the ordeal in her second year at Hogwarts. She slept better and took better care of herself and it showed. She was already popular as a star Quidditch player and a hero of the war, but now when she walked thought Diagon Alley the people taking notice of her were a lot more. Especially the men approached her to ask her autograph.
The change in her usual attire also helped in that regard. Whereas she used to wear modest clothes like her mother did, albeit of much finer making, she now opted for a more flattering style. Skirts became shorter and shirt showed more skin. Even her fiery red hair shone more than they used to.
In short, she was ten times more attractive than she had ever been and the look men gave her made her shiver in delight.
There was a thrill in signing autographs on the street and see strapping young men doing their best to avoid glancing at her bosom, failing miserably.
It felt even better when she returned the signed picture and winked at them, instead of calling them out on it after they noticed she was aware of their wandering gaze. She could bet that they would return home and wank repeatedly to her signed picture, while the scent of her perfume was still fresh in their mind.
It made her feel beautiful, powerful and confident. She wondered, if such an innocent game made her feel like that then how it would feel utterly dominating a man like Gwenog did?
Not that she was about to try it, of course. She was cheating on her husband due to circumstances beyond her control, not because it was fun.
Even if it was fun.
But such thoughts were better left to another time. Now she was about to play another match and she needed all of her focus.
-oOo-
Not two hours later the team stormed back the changing room, the cheer of their fan following in their wake.
They had won. Puddlemere United wasn't a easy opponent to deal with and the entire game had been a very close battle.
Ultimately it was Ginny spectacular capture of the snitch that sealed their victory for good.
She felt great. After several consecutive losses finally this victory put them back in the game. Spirits were at an all time high. Pats on the back and hugs were exchanged on the way to a much needed shower.
Later, after they had all washed and were redressed, Clara approached Ginny.
"Hey, Gin. We are all going out and drink something. This victory deserve a celebration. Are you coming with us?"
Ginny had every intention to protest, but she caught Gwenog stare from the other side of the room. She wasn't accusatory or anything, but Ginny knew the captain expected her to sit back and relax.
"No drugs in my drinks this time," she told flatly.
"Cross my heart," Clara promised.
"Okay then."
Grabbing their cloaks they apparated into London, in front of the same pub as the last time. Ginny was a bit hesitant to get inside, considering her past experience, but... in hindsight it wasn't all that bad, right?
She went through the door and found herself in the same quaint establishment, with nothing that would give away what happened during her previous visit.
They sat at the same table as the last time and ordered a pint of beer each. Her memory of her last visit was somehow fuzzy after a few drinks but she recalled clearly that this was good stuff.
She sipped a bit, eyeing her teammates suspiciously.
"Oh relax, Ginny," Gwenog said. "I said we wouldn't put any potions in your drinks and we won't."
"Well, excuse me for being suspicious," she replied sourly.
"Come on now, Ginny," Clara laughed. "You've had your share of fun."
"Shut up," Ginny growled. "Just don't do it again."
"Yeah, yeah. You're such a sourpuss. You'd think you'd learn how to appreciate the finer things in life, but no, you have to be such a priss."
"I said shut it, Clara. I just want to have drink in peace," Ginny stated chugging down her beer. Last time she started feel fuzzy rather quickly but this time she was very clearheaded and the beer still tasted damn fine.
As the evening went by more patrons started to come in. Ginny was at her third beer and she was starting to feel a bit lightheaded but nothing she couldn't handle. However the other girls were starting to get a bit frisky. A few shirts were unbuttoned a bit, showing hints of cleavage. Between round of drinks, whenever a girl got up to fetch a new beer they made a stop at another table to chat with another patron.
Ginny wasn't sure but she thought she saw a couple of hands slipping over inappropriate places, but from her position it was hard to tell.
Later still the pub got really crowded and people started mingling with each other more actively and at one point Ginny was at the table by herself.
She felt a bit agitated all by herself. Last time there had been a huge orgy and even she found herself part of it, more or less unwillingly. Among all the fuzziness she could recall clear as a day how her body had been defiled. How in her drunken stupor she had taken many strangers cocks into her mouth and blew them off, one after another. How they came all over her body. How they painted her skin white with their thick hot spunk.
No. Oh, no. She shouldn't have been thinking of that.
'Bad, bad Ginny,' she scolded herself. 'Don't think about things like that. You really need to cool off a bit.'
She took another generous sip of beer but the cool beverage did nothing to calm her or distract her.
A cheer went up from the other side of the pub and a few men started laughing and whistling. Ginny stood up and walked over there, wading through the customers. Hopefully a drunk fool had been making a show of himself and she could laugh at his expenses, getting her mind away from dangerous topics.
it was not to be. What she found was Clara on her knees, her shirt lost somewhere, sucking off a very happy young man. She diverted her eyes as soon as her brain processed what she was seeing, although it helped very little considering that she ended up looking at Gwenog in a very similar position and state of undress.
It was happening again. People around her were starting to get wild. Some men who were looking at the two girls were stroking their cocks. A man sitting in a corner had another younger man fondling his dick through the clothes.
Man and women alike were making out and undressing. Judging by the loud moans somebody was already having sex quite intensely.
This place was insane. People were going at it without shame and without regards to genders. Men on men, women on women. It was a cauldron of sexual release and she was right in the middle of it.
"Enjoying yourself, Ginny?" Megan, her curly haired teammate whispered in her ears from behind, startling her. Ginny couldn't turn around, as Megan wrapper her arm around her chest.
"Megan... I...," Ginny stuttered. She couldn't turn but it was evident that her teammate was naked considering that her skin was exposed from the shoulders to her hands.
"Ginny, Ginny," she continued unperturbed. "I always liked you, you know. So fiery. So determined. I always wanted to break you and make you mine."
Megan's hand found Ginny's breast, fondling it lightly.
"Stop Megan," she protested weakly. "This is wrong."
"What is wrong, Ginny? Enjoying life at its fullest?"
"I'm... I'm married... and we are both women."
"Poor Ginny, trapped by such narrow thoughts. Who cares about all that? Who cares about husbands, marriage and genders when you get to feel this good."
"It's... hnn... it's wrong."
"You lie so badly, my dear. Did you know that? Your body," she whispered as she run her fingers over Ginny's thighs, bringing up her skirt as she did so and exposing her increasingly wet womanhood, "your body is much more honest."
Megan grabbed the front of Ginny's panties and pulled them forward and upward, causing them to dig into the redhead's cunt. Unable to resist, she threw her head back, moaning and biting her lips. Her exposed neck became a easy target for her lustful friend, who seized the chance to rain kisses upon her skin.
Through half-lidded eyes, Ginny was barely aware that she was in the middle of a circle of naked men with hard-rock erections. They were watching her, stroking those big throbbing cock at the sight of her being fondled by another woman.
It was wrong. Something so deliriously decadent had to be wrong.
Why the hell did it feel so damn good? Why did the knowledge of being seen in such a lewd and indecent state turn her on so much?
She wasn't even being held so tightly that she couldn't break off, so why was it that instead of running she was bucking her hips forward so that her panties would dig harder into her pussy?
Why was her shame making her feel hornier and hornier?
'Because you are a slut, Ginny,' her own conscience provided. 'A filthy little slut.'
She broke free, twisting out of Megan's grip even though it tore her panties and run for the door without looking back.
She run desperately through Diagon Alley. Hearing her own voice making such a blatant accusation was the final straw. She needed help. She needed someone she could trust with herself in that state. She needed someone to tell her what was right and what was wrong because she couldn't tell anymore.
The gates of Malfoy Manor stood before her. She had apparated there without even noticing.
Destination, Determination and Deliberation.
It wasn't a case that she was transported in this place. What she sought, what she needed and what she wanted was in this place. For better or for worse, the one who knew the real Ginny best was in this place.
The gates opened for her without need to make her presence know. The front door opened and the lanterns inside turned on as she approached. At the end of the corridor, Draco stood impassive as if he had been waiting for her all along.
She walked through without hesitation, but rather with a growing trepidation. She unbuttoned her shirt halfway to the door. Her skirt followed suit on the doorsteps.
When the door closed behind her she was into his arms, where she knew she was safe.
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AN: I'm so very sorry for the long wait. Life has a habit of making things difficult.
The next chapter will feature Harry's POV finally, although I'm not sure when I'll be able to write it. That 's all for now.
Thank you for reading and as usual don't hesitate to write your suggestion.
I'll be looking forward to read your reviews.
XOXOXO
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