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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.18 - Slytherin's victory
The silence in the Gryffindor common room was shattered by Harry’s roar of pure, unadulterated fury. “NO!”
He and Ron were a blur of motion, scrambling over sofas and shoving other stunned boys out of the way. They lunged for the girls' bathroom door, but it was useless. The ancient magic that prevented boys from entering and sealed it shut the moment Ginny had passed through.
Harry slammed his fists on the door, his voice raw and desperate. “GINNY! STOP! DON’T GET IN! GINNY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!”
Ron joined him, pounding the door, his face pale with a mixture of horror and frantic urgency. “GINNY! IT’S A TRAP! GET OUT OF THERE!”
But the charms on the bathroom were designed for privacy. Inside, Ginny heard nothing but the gentle drip of a tap and the sound of her own humming. She dipped a toe into the warm, familiar fluid, a shiver of pleasure running up her spine. She smiled, believing herself alone and cherished.
Back in the common room, the rest of the Gryffindors could only watch the tapestry in helpless, horrified fascination. They saw her test the water, then, with that same blissful sigh they all craved, she took a breath and dove under the surface of Slytherin cum, disappearing into the milky depths.
A collective groan of despair went through the room. They had failed.
And then, Malfoy’s voice sliced through their audio charm again, laced with triumphant malice. “Look at the mudblood-loving whore, wallowing in it! She can’t get enough of proper wizards’ cum, can she?”
“She’s probably imagining it’s Potter’s,” another Slytherin voice jeered. “But it’s ours! Remember that, you filthy blood traitor! Our cum is inside you!”
The insults were more vile than anything they could have imagined, each one a deliberate desecration of the girl they had, in their own twisted way, come to worship.
A confusing, sickening heat began to spread through the Gryffindor common room. The horror was still there, a sharp, coppery taste in their mouths. But beneath it, something else stirred, dark and undeniable. They watched their prized possession, their beautiful, unknowing plaything, being violated in the most intimate way by their enemies. She was being defiled, claimed, and polluted without her knowledge, and she was loving every second of it, believing it to be an act of devotion from them.
The combination of fury, jealousy, and the sheer taboo of it all was an aphrodisiac more potent than any Amortentia. Their plaything was being stolen, and the thrill of that violation was perversely, overwhelmingly arousing.
When Ginny surfaced, gasping, and brought a handful of the cum to her lips, drinking it down with a throaty swallow, the last thread of resistance in the Gryffindor common room snapped.
It was Seamus who moved first, fumbling with his trousers, his eyes glued to the screen. Then Dean. Then Neville. Then, one by one, like a wave crashing over them, every boy in the room gave in. They took out their cocks, their hands moving in frantic, furious strokes, their eyes locked on the tapestry.
They weren’t just watching Ginny anymore. They were watching the Slytherins’ conquest. They were getting off on the violation itself.
Harry and Ron stumbled back into the common room, their chests heaving, their faces etched with failure and rage. They saw their housemates, a sea of boys masturbating furiously to the image of Ginny, now spreading her legs, using her fingers to guide the river of Slytherin semen deep into her vagina, inviting it to claim her eggs.
The sight was too powerful. Their anger curdled into a dark, complicit arousal. Even Harry, whose crush had metastasized into this monstrous obsession, and Ron, whose brotherly protectiveness had long since been drowned in voyeuristic lust, found their hands moving, joining the horrific chorus.
They all imagined it—not their own sperm, but the Slytherins’, swarming around her unfertilized eggs, trying to impregnate her. The fantasy was hateful and electrifying.
For thirty minutes, they watched her revel in the cum, rubbing it over her body, masturbating to a powerful, groaning climax. When she finally, sated, stepped out of the tub, cleaned herself with a swift spell, dressed, and left, the common room was filled with the sound of ragged breathing and the final, shameful spurts of their own orgasms hitting the floor.
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The bathroom door had barely swung shut behind Ginny before a frantic, silent scramble erupted in the Gryffindor common room. Wands were drawn, and with hasty Scouring Charms, the evidence of their shameful climax was vanished from the rug and their trousers. They rearranged themselves, forced casual expressions onto their flushed faces, and tried to slow their racing hearts just as Ginny descended the stairs from the girls' dorms.
She looked… radiant. Her skin glowed, her hair was slightly damp at the ends, and she moved with a languid, sated grace. She smiled at the gathered boys, a knowing, naughty glint in her eye that made their guilt feel like a physical weight.
"Hey, you lot," she said, her voice a happy murmur. She walked over to where Harry and Ron were trying to look nonchalant. "I just wanted to say… thank you. For tonight. It was… great."
Harry’s throat was too dry to speak. Ron just nodded, his ears burning crimson.
Ginny leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that every boy in the deathly silent room could hear. "I actually did something new tonight. I filled my vagina up… all the way… and plugged it." She gave a little shimmy of her hips. "I'm going to sleep just full of you. Let my body absorb every single drop. It feels… amazing. Like a warm, secret hug all night long."
She beamed at them, her trust absolute, her gratitude genuine. She gave a final, little wave and turned, heading back up the staircase to bed, leaving behind a common room full of boys utterly paralyzed by the horrific irony of her words.
The moment the door to the girls' dormitory sealed itself again, the dam broke.
"She… she thinks it's us," Ron choked out, his voice strangled.
"She's going to sleep… full of it…" Seamus whispered, his eyes wide with a kind of terrified awe. "She's soaking in Malfoy's filth right now. In her… in her pussy."
"All night," Dean added, the words hanging in the air like a curse.
A heavy, sickened silence fell again as the image solidified in all their minds: Ginny, curled up in her bed, asleep and innocent, while the semen of the boys they hated most seeped deep inside her, claimed by Slytherin in the most intimate way possible without her ever knowing.
The horror was there, sharp and acrid. But beneath it, the dark, coiling arousal from before began to stir again, stronger now, fed by the detailed confession. The violation wasn't just something they had witnessed; it was now a secret she was carrying inside her body, a secret they shared with the Slytherins but not with her.
"It's so… wrong," Neville breathed, but his hand was already moving back to his fly.
"It's the worst thing that's ever happened," Harry muttered, his own fingers trembling as he undid his belt. His crush felt like a distant memory, overwritten by this new, all-consuming fetish.
One by one, they gave in again. They didn't even need the tapestry this time. The mental image was more than enough. They masturbated to the thought of Ginny asleep, violated, her body nurturing the seed of their enemies. They came with choked, shameful groans, their second climaxes of the night somehow more intense than the first, fueled by a potent mix of fury, jealousy, and the darkest arousal they had ever known.
As they cleaned up again, panting in the dim light, a new, unsettling energy filled the room. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a twisted, hungry curiosity.
"If it feels this good when they do it without us knowing…" Ron started, not finishing the thought.
"What if… what if we let them?" Seamus suggested, his voice low.
"Or… orchestrate it?" Harry said, his green eyes gleaming with a dangerous new light.
The door to a new kind of darkness had been flung wide open. Their plaything had been stolen and defiled, and the experience had been the most potent thrill of their lives. They were already addicted to the shame, and the possibilities for even greater, more twisted games now stretched out before them, endless and depraved.
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What if Ginny is the only girl at Hogwarts?