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What if Ginny is the only girl at Hogwarts?	By : Kujira Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH.15 - A show for the Ravenclaws
The approach to the Ravenclaw tower required a different tactic than merely knowing a password. Harry, remembering the bronze eagle door-knocker’s riddle from his fourth year, led the way. The five of them stood nervously as the eagle's cool, metallic voice echoed in the quiet corridor.
“What can be given, but never kept?”
There was a moment of silence. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Neville whispered, “A promise.”
The door swung open instantly.
The Ravenclaw common room was a stark contrast to Gryffindor’s cozy warmth. It was a wide, circular room with graceful arched windows overlooking the mountains, adorned with blue and bronze silks and a ceiling painted with stars. Ravenclaw boys and girls were scattered around, reading, debating, or tinkering with complex magical artifacts. They all looked up, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and suspicion at the unusual band of visitors.
A tall, prefect-like seventh-year with sharp features stepped forward. “Potter. Weasley. To what do we owe the… surprise?”
Harry didn’t smile. He got straight to the point, his voice low but carrying. “We have an offer. One night only. The most exclusive viewing experience at Hogwarts.”
A few Ravenclaws snickered, but their curiosity was piqued.
“Viewing of what?” the prefect asked, his eyebrow arched.
Ron, his ears red but his voice steady, clarified. “Ginny. Our sister. In her bath.”
The silence in the room was absolute. The Ravenclaws stared, their clever minds racing to process the sheer audacity and illegality of the proposition. Then, a slow grin spread across the prefect’s face. It was not a friendly grin. It was the grin of an academic presented with a fascinating, forbidden thesis.
“The logistical and ethical implications are… staggering,” he murmured, more to himself than to them. He looked at Harry. “You can project it? Here? Undetectably?”
“Already set up the charm outside,” Harry said, tapping his wand. “One incantation and your largest blank wall becomes a window into the Prefects’ Bathroom.”
The decision was swift. With a series of sharp nods, the prefect cleared the room of the few girls present under a flimsy pretext about a “boys-only astral projection study group.” The remaining Ravenclaw boys, their intellectual aloofness melting away into raw, eager anticipation, quickly formed an audience.
Harry waved his wand. The starry ceiling seemed to warp, and a massive, crystal-clear image shimmered into existence against one of the arched walls. The view was the same perfection they enjoyed: the steamy air, the opulent tub, and then, Ginny, wrapped in her towel, humming as she entered.
The reaction was different from Gryffindor’s rowdy explosion. The Ravenclaws were quieter, more intense. Their gasps were sharp, intellectual inhalations of shock. Their eyes didn’t just see a naked girl; they analyzed her. They noted the precise curve of her spine, the thermodynamic properties of the steam on her skin, the sheer volume of semen required to fill the tub. It was a clinical perversion.
Then, Ginny saw the tub and the note. Her shy, delighted smile played on the screen.
And the Ravenclaw commentary began. It wasn’t the boisterous, crude shouting of Gryffindor Tower. It was worse. It was articulate, cutting, and laced with a condescending intellect that was far more humiliating.
“Fascinating. A classic display of exhibitionistic narcissism, believing herself to be in private,” one boy noted, adjusting his glasses.
“Observe the dilation of the capillaries in her cheeks, a clear physiological response to deviant arousal.”
“The viscosity of the medium appears to be altering the fluid dynamics of her movements. How… efficient.”
“A willing participant in her own degradation. The psychological profile is utterly compelling.”
Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville stood at the back, watching the Ravenclaws watch their sister. They had expected excitement, but this… this was something else. The cold, analytical dissection of her every move, the transformation of her bliss into a case study for their perverse amusement, was intensely, unexpectedly arousing. They were not just objectifying her body, but her very mind and soul.
When Ginny drank from the tub, a Ravenclaw fourth-year let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Ingesting the sample. A bold move to achieve full somatic saturation.”
When she spread herself open beneath the surface, a seventh-year murmured, “Optimal surface area exposure for cellular permeation. She’s not just enjoying it; she’s optimizing it.”
The insults, when they came, were delivered in calm, measured tones that made them land with the force of a hammer.
“What a perfectly engineered little bimbo.”
“The cognitive dissonance must be minimal; she seems to have achieved a state of pure, instinctual function.”
“A masterpiece of worthless flesh.”
The five Gryffindors found themselves getting even more turned on by this cold, intellectual cruelty than by their own house’s hot-blooded cheers. It was a new flavor of power. They were showing off their prized possession to the "clever" house, and the clever house was not just applauding—they were writing a thesis on why she was the perfect whore.
When Ginny reached her climax with that loud, uninhibited moan, the Ravenclaw common room didn’t roar. It erupted in a wave of slow, deliberate applause and knowing, superior smiles.
The prefect turned to Harry, his eyes alight with a dark, scholarly fire. “Potter,” he said, his voice smooth. “That was… educative. We’ll expect the feed to be active every night. We have much more to observe.”
As the five boys slipped out of the Ravenclaw tower, the air between them was electric with a new, intoxicating success. They hadn’t just shared a show; they had created connoisseurs. And they knew, without a doubt, that Hufflepuff would be next.
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What if Ginny is the only girl at Hogwarts?