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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.19 - Ginny's confession
The Potions dungeon was unnervingly quiet, the air thick with the acrid scent of valerian root and wormwood. Class had ended, and the other students had filed out, leaving only the three of them standing before Snape’s desk. A single cauldron of pearlescent Sleeping Draught simmered between them.
“Weasley. Malfoy,” Snape’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Your potions are… unsatisfactory. A flawed brew can be a dangerous thing. You will remain and test its efficacy.”
Malfoy put on a convincing show of petulant annoyance, rolling his eyes with a practiced sigh. Ginny, though she loathed Snape, felt a flicker of professional pride—she was a capable potioneer, and this was a chance to prove it. Trusting in the basic integrity of her teachers, however distasteful, she nodded.
“Yes, Professor.”
Using a clean dropper, she administered a single drop onto her own tongue. The effect was instantaneous. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body went limp, and she slumped forward, caught by Snape’s surprisingly swift hands before she could hit the stone floor. He laid her back in her chair, her head lolling to the side in deep, enchanted slumber.
A cruel, knowing smile passed between the Potions Master and his favored student. From a locked cabinet, Snape produced a small vial of clear liquid. Veritaserum. He carefully tipped three drops between Ginny’s parted lips.
Moments later, he snapped his fingers. “Awake, Miss Weasley.”
Ginny’s eyes opened. They were clear but utterly vacant, her will completely subsumed by the powerful truth serum. She looked at Malfoy, her expression blank and placid.
“Now, Weasley,” Malfoy began, his voice dripping with malicious glee. He held up a small, crystal magical orb that began to glow with a soft, recording light. “Tell me. Tell me about all the sex you’ve had this year. Every sordid little detail.”
The confession that poured from Ginny’s lips was delivered in a flat, monotone voice, devoid of shame or inflection, which made its content all the more shocking.
“I lost my virginity to the Giant Squid in the Black Lake,” she stated plainly. “It was cold, but the tentacles were very strong. It filled every hole at once. It felt… great. Better than wizards. They know how to use all of you at the same time.”
Snape’s usual mask of disdain cracked into a genuine, silent shudder of revulsion, while Malfoy’s jaw went slack for a second before a choked laugh escaped him.
“And the Gryffindors?” Malfoy pressed, recovering. “Potter and his lackeys?”
“Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus,” she recited. “They take turns. Sometimes more than one. They are enthusiastic. They like to watch each other. But they are not as good as the Squid. They are… quicker. Messier.”
This drew a loud, derisive laugh from both Snape and Malfoy. The image of the proud Gryffindor heroes being compared unfavorably to a lake monster was too rich.
“Anyone else?” Malfoy asked, leaning in, his eyes alight with predatory excitement. “Surely a slut of your caliber has been busy.”
“Fang,” Ginny said. “Hagrid’s dog. I went to the hut and let him. He was clumsy but very… persistent. I liked it.”
They were stunned into a momentary silence. This was beyond their most perverse expectations.
“And Hagrid?” Snape prompted, his voice a low, intrigued whisper.
“Hagrid is the best,” Ginny said, a faint, blissful smile touching her truth-drugged lips. “He is so big and rough. He doesn’t treat me like a girl. He uses me like a… a thing. A sex toy. He picks me up and uses whatever hole he wants. I love it. I love being his toy.”
Malfoy was practically vibrating with triumph. The magical orb glowed brightly, capturing every humiliating syllable. He looked at Snape, a truly sinister smile stretching across his pale face.
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The following days carried a deceptive calm. The Gryffindor boys, still buzzing from the dark thrill of the Slytherins' violation, remained blissfully unaware of the new shadow that had fallen over Ginny. The only change was a subtle dimming of Ginny's usual fiery spirit. Her laughter in the common room was a little quieter, her smiles a little slower to reach her eyes. They were too wrapped up in their own twisted fantasies to notice the genuine distress behind her gaze.
It was in a deserted corridor on the third floor, hours after classes had ended, that the fragile normalcy shattered for Harry. He was on his way back from the library when he heard the low, unmistakable drawl of Draco Malfoy. Peering around a stone griffin, he saw them.
Malfoy had Ginny cornered in a dusty alcove, his posture one of pure, predatory dominance.
"...and if you don't," Malfoy was saying, his voice a venomous whisper, "I won't just send the orb to the Daily Prophet. I'll send it directly to your mother, Weasley. Can you imagine? The Howler she'd send wouldn't just scream; it would probably burst into tears. Or worse, arrive in person."
Harry froze, his blood running cold.
"You're a pathetic liar, Malfoy," Ginny shot back, but her voice lacked its usual conviction. It was laced with a fear Harry had never heard in her before.
"Then prove it," Malfoy sneered, gesturing dismissively. "On your knees. Now. Show me how a Weasley slut cleans a proper wizard's cock."
Harry's hand clenched around his wand, but his feet felt rooted to the spot. If he attacked now, if he so much as uttered a spell, Crabbe and Goyle would surely carry out his threat. He was utterly powerless.
Ginny's face was a mask of pure, helpless hatred. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears of fury and humiliation, never left Malfoy's face as she slowly sank to her knees on the cold stone floor.
The sight was more devastating than any curse. Ginny, so fierce and proud, submitting to the boy she despised most. She leaned forward, and Harry had to look away for a moment, the sight of Malfoy's pale, erect penis was a disgusting sight. But what followed was worse.
He watched, his stomach churning, as Malfoy guided her head, forcing his length deeper into her mouth. Ginny's body trembled with the effort of suppressing her rage and her gag reflex. A single tear finally escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.
"Use your tongue, Weasley. Clean it. Like the bitch you are."
Ginny obeyed, her movements mechanical and filled with disgust. She deepthroated him, her throat and tongue working, and Harry could only watch in silent, impotent rage.
After a few minutes of this, Malfoy's body tensed. He held her head firmly in place as he came, a low grunt of satisfaction escaping him. Harry saw the muscles in Ginny's throat move as she was forced to swallow.
When he was finished, Malfoy tucked himself back into his robes, looking down at her with triumphant contempt.
"Good. Now you understand. You're not Potter's toy anymore. You're mine."
Ginny, still on her knees, could only nod, her jaw clenched so tight Harry thought it might break.
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