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What if Ginny is the only girl at Hogwarts?	By : Kujira Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ch.25 - Modelling session
The next morning, the Great Hall was bathed in cheerful sunlight that belied the turmoil in Ginny’s mind. She sat beside Harry, laughing as he recounted a particularly ridiculous attempt by Ron to master a simple Vanishing Spell. She nudged his shoulder, stole a piece of bacon from his plate, and acted every bit the normal, happy girlfriend.
And Harry, bless him, noticed nothing amiss. His green eyes, so often shadowed by the weight of the world, were clear and bright as they rested on her. He saw only Ginny: vibrant, teasing, and his. The guilt was a cold, sharp stone in her stomach. She knew, with absolute certainty, that telling him about Roger Davies would not anger him. It would, in fact, made Harry happy and aroused.
But she couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat, not out of shame for the act itself, but for the confession that had been torn from her in the heat of the moment. “Yes, it’s bigger… it’s better than Harry’s!” And the broomstick… the cold, violating touch of the polished wood, and the way her body had betrayed her by welcoming it. How could she tell Harry that? How could she admit that every time she faced Ravenclaw on the Quidditch pitch from now on, her focus would be split? That as she dove for the Quaffle, a part of her would be remembering the feel of Davies’s cock slamming into her, and the bizarre, humiliating fullness of his racing broom. It would be agony. It would be exquisite. Playing against him would mean playing with a permanently wet, aching, and distracted pussy, a constant, secret reminder of her conquest.
She sighed inwardly, pushing the thoughts away as she smiled at Harry. Some secrets, she decided, were better kept.
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Later that afternoon, with Harry and Ron sequestered in the library wrestling with a mountain of homework, Ginny took a solitary walk along the castle’s quieter corridors. She needed the calm, the space to let her mind settle.
“Ginny! Hi!”
The voice was high-pitched and enthusiastic. She turned to see Colin Creevey trotting towards her, his ever-present camera bouncing on his chest. Ginny smiled warmly. Colin, now in his sixth year, seemed to have been permanently preserved in time. He was still small and slight, with the same mop of brown hair and an expression of perpetual, puppy-like eagerness. If someone had told her he was still a first-year, she would have believed it without a second thought.
“Hi, Colin. How are you?”
“I’m brilliant!” he chirped, adjusting his grip on his camera. “I’m trying to improve my portrait work, you see. Lighting, composition, all that. But…” He shrugged, a little helplessly. “It’s a bit tricky. There’s only one girl in the whole school to photograph, and… well… you’re it.”
Ginny couldn’t help but laugh. “So I’m your only option, am I?”
Colin’s face flushed. “No! I mean, yes! But you’re the best option! You’re really photogenic! I was wondering… would you maybe have some time to be my model? Just for a little while? I promise I won’t be a bother.”
The request was so innocent, so utterly devoid of the dark, complex undertones of her usual interactions, that it was a relief. It was simple. A friend asking for help.
“Of course, Colin,” she said without hesitation, her helpful nature overriding any other thought. “I’d be happy to.”
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Colin led the way, chattering excitedly about aperture and natural light. He pushed open a heavy wooden door and gestured for her to enter. Ginny stepped inside, and a cold wave of recognition washed over her. It was the same classroom that Davies and his broom fucked her last night.
Her eyes immediately darted to the large, dusty desk in the center of the room. The memory of the cold wood against her stomach, the rough grip on her hips, flashed through her mind with painful clarity. And then she saw it: the faint, perfect outline of two circles in the dust, the ghostly impression of where her breasts had been pressed against the surface. Heat flooded her cheeks. While Colin bustled about, unpacking his camera and tripod, she quickly moved to the desk and, with a frantic swipe of her sleeve, wiped the damning evidence away.
As she did, another sensation hit her. A faint, musky scent lingered in the still air. A combination of her own arousal and the distinct, sharp smell of Roger Davies’s semen. It was subtle, but to her, it was as obvious as a shout.
Colin paused, sniffing the air. “Blimey,” he said, his nose wrinkling. “What’s that smell? Sorry, Ginny, I didn’t realize this room was… funky.”
Ginny’s heart hammered against her ribs. She forced an awkward, high-pitched laugh and waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, it’s nothing! Probably just some old potion ingredients left in a cupboard. Don’t worry about it!” She tried to sound breezy, but her voice felt tight.
Just then, the door creaked open again, and Dennis Creevey, Colin’s younger brother, slipped inside. He was, if possible, even smaller and more boyish than Colin, a fact that seemed impossible given they were only a year apart. He gave Ginny a shy, gap-toothed smile.
“Dennis! Perfect timing,” Colin said. “You can help me with the reflector.” He then turned back to Ginny, his enthusiasm restored. “Right, so I was thinking we could start with some simple poses. Just natural, you know? Maybe sitting on the edge of the desk?”
Eager to move things along and distract herself from the room’s haunting memories, Ginny agreed. “Sure.” To make it easier, she shrugged out of her heavy school robe and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Now, she was just in her loose white tank top and her short, pleated mini-skirt. It was comfortable, practical.
She turned back to face the brothers, a ready smile on her face. The smile faltered.
Both Colin and Dennis were frozen, staring at her with identical expressions of stunned awe. Their mouths were slightly agape, their eyes wide. The simple, casual clothes suddenly felt incredibly revealing. The tank top, soft and thin, did little to conceal the full shape of her breasts or the outline of her nipples. The mini-skirt showed off a generous amount of her toned legs.
A long, silent moment passed before the brothers seemed to snap out of their trance simultaneously. Their faces flushed a deep, uniform crimson. They began to fuss incoherently with the camera equipment, tripping over each other’s words.
“Right, so the, uh, the light is… good…” Colin stammered, refusing to meet her eyes.
“Y-yeah, really good light,” Dennis squeaked, fiddling with a piece of foil that was supposed to be a reflector.
Ginny felt a blush of her own rise to her cheeks. She didn’t mind their staring—she was long accustomed to being looked at. But their sheer, boyish embarrassment was so genuine, so utterly innocent compared to the calculated leers she was used to, that it somehow made her feel more exposed than ever.
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The photo shoot began, and with it, the awkward tension slowly dissolved. Colin, now in his element, became a flurry of direction and technical chatter. "Turn your head a little to the left, Ginny... perfect! Now, just a soft smile... yes, like that!" Dennis, tasked with holding a piece of crinkled foil to bounce light, focused intently on his job, his initial shyness replaced by a look of serious concentration.
Ginny found herself relaxing into the process. It was a welcome distraction from the room's recent history. She perched on the edge of the now-cleaned desk, leaned against the stone wall, and even laughed genuinely at one of Colin's jokes, a moment he captured with a delighted click. For a while, it was just a girl and two friends taking pictures.
Eventually, they reached the end of the written list Colin had handed her. Ginny scanned the final items—"pensive look by the window," "laughing"—and then her eyes dropped to the very bottom of the page.
Two words were scribbled there, almost as an afterthought: nude model.
The air in the room changed instantly. Ginny’s breath caught. She looked up from the paper to see Colin and Dennis staring at her, their faces having gone from flushed to a deep, mortified scarlet. They looked like they’d been caught plotting a murder.
"OH! Merlin's beard!" Colin squeaked, snatching the paper back so quickly it tore. "That's—that's not supposed to be there! That's the end! The shoot is over! Thank you so much, Ginny, really!"
"Yeah, thanks a million!" Dennis chimed in, his voice an octave higher than usual. "We'll, uh, we'll get these developed and... we owe you a butterbeer! A whole can!"
They began frantically packing the camera away, their movements jerky and panicked. It was clear the suggestion was a secret, shared fantasy they'd never had the courage to voice, accidentally left on the list.
Ginny stood there, watching them. A strange calm settled over her. The memory of Roger Davies's possessive violation was still fresh, a dark stain on this room. But this... this was different. This was a request, timid and unspoken, from two boys who looked at her with awe, not conquest. After the calculated cruelty of the previous night, their innocent desire felt pure. Almost refreshing.
And she knew, with a certainty that surprised her, that she wanted to give it to them.
"Wait," she said, her voice soft but clear.
The brothers froze, their heads snapping up to look at her.
Her own face was warm, but her hands were steady as she reached for the hem of her tank top.
Before they could form a protest, she pulled the top over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her mini-skirt and underwear, she pushed them down in one smooth motion, stepping out of the pooled fabric until she stood completely naked in the middle of the classroom.
The only sound was the soft rustle of her clothes settling on the stone. Colin and Dennis were statues, their jaws slack, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and rapture. The most beautiful girl they had ever seen, a girl they had only dreamed of from afar, was now offering them a view they never thought possible.
Ginny crossed her arms lightly over her chest, not out of shame, but from a sudden, reflexive modesty. "Well?" she prompted, her voice a little shaky but firm. "You're free to take any photos you want."
Colin fumbled with his camera, his hands trembling so badly he nearly dropped it. Dennis just stood there, the reflector foil forgotten in his hand, his mouth still open.
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The camera clicks started again, hesitant at first, then gaining a rhythmic confidence. Colin, his face a permanent shade of crimson, directed her with a newfound, breathless intensity. "Just… just like that, Ginny. That's perfect." They began with poses that were merely suggestive—her stretching languidly, the arch of her back emphasizing the curve of her hips. But the line between art and arousal quickly blurred.
Soon, she was cupping her own breasts for the camera, her thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. Colin moved closer, the lens focusing intently, capturing every detail. "Can I… can we get a close-up?" he whispered, his voice thick. Ginny, lost in the role of the generous muse, nodded. She lay back on the cold surface of the desk—the same desk—and let her legs fall open.
The brothers’ breathing hitched in unison. Ginny, feeling a powerful mix of dominance and charity, reached down with her fingers and gently spread the lips of her pussy apart, offering them an unobstructed, intimate view into the very heart of her. The camera shutter sounded like a frantic heartbeat.
It was impossible not to notice the prominent bulges straining against the fabric of their trousers. Ginny said with a shy smile, "It seems a bit unfair that I'm the only one naked. Why don't you join me? So I'm not alone."
The brothers stared, dumbfounded. But the sight of her, laid bare and inviting, overrode their shock. With fumbling, clumsy fingers, they undressed, their movements hesitant. When they stood before her, completely exposed, Ginny’s heart swelled with a strange tenderness. They were built like children, slight and slender. Their erections stood out, small and pink and utterly innocent, looking almost comical on their boyish frames.
"They're very cute," Ginny said, her voice gentle. She could see their nervousness, the way they trembled. "But it must be difficult to concentrate like that. Let me help you."
She slid off the desk and knelt on the cold stone floor before them. The perspective was surreal. At sixteen, she felt like an adult woman tending to two young boys. Colin and Dennis watched her, wide-eyed and utterly clueless, their bodies trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. It was clear they had never done this, never even touched themselves in this way.
Ginny leaned forward, her fiery hair brushing against Colin's thigh. She parted her lips and gently took the tip of his small, hard cock into her mouth. He gasped, a sharp, startled sound. At the same time, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Dennis's, beginning a slow, tentative stroking motion.
The reactions were immediate and overwhelming. Colin's legs shook, his hands fluttering helplessly at his sides. Dennis whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut. They were virgins in every sense of the word, and Ginny was their first and only guide. She worked gently, carefully, with a maternal patience that was entirely new to her. It felt less like a sexual act and more like a rite of passage she was granting them.
It didn't take long. With twin, choked cries that were more shock than pleasure, they climaxed. Colin's release was a small, warm pulse in her mouth, which she swallowed without hesitation. Dennis’s seed spattered onto the stone floor between them.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. The brothers looked down at her, their expressions dazed, filled with a bewildered gratitude. Ginny rose to her feet, feeling a profound and unexpected sense of peace.
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The classroom was quiet now, save for the brothers' heavy, post-climax breathing. Ginny rose from her knees, a strange sense of tenderness washing over her as she looked at their flushed, bewildered faces. She noticed, with a small, inward smile, that despite their release, their small cocks were still stubbornly hard. The innocence of their bodies, so eager and unjaded, was endearing.
"Lie down," she instructed softly, her voice gentle but firm. "On the floor."
Colin and Dennis, still floating in a daze of newfound sensation, obeyed without question, lying side-by-side on the cold stone. Ginny looked down at them—two small, pale figures against the dark floor, their youthful excitement standing at attention. She felt a surge of something protective and powerfully maternal.
She straddled Colin first, lowering herself onto him with a slow, deliberate grace. He gasped as her warm, wet warmth enveloped him, his eyes wide with awe. Even though he was small, her body, designed for pleasure, accepted him easily, molding around him and amplifying the sensation for both of them. She began to move, a gentle, rocking rhythm, cowgirl style.
"Oh, wow... Ginny..." Colin moaned, his hands fluttering to her hips, unsure where to rest them. He was lost in a world of feeling he'd never known existed. Beside him, Dennis watched, his own small cock twitching with anticipation, waiting patiently for his turn.
For ten minutes, Ginny rode Colin, her movements not frantic or wild, but soothing and instructional. She showed him a rhythm, watched his face contort with pleasure, and felt his body tense beneath her. Finally, with a soft, shuddering cry, he came again, a final, deep pulse inside her. She leaned down, her hair curtaining their faces, and gave him a quick, deep kiss, tasting his innocence and her own power.
Then, she gracefully shifted her weight, moving to straddle Dennis. His turn was much the same—a journey of wide-eyed discovery ending in a gasp and a small, hot flood within her. She gifted him the same deep, sealing kiss.
For a while, the three of them lay there on the floor, a tangle of warm, sated limbs in the quiet classroom. The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows. Ginny finally sat up, looking between the two brothers, their faces glowing with a mixture of exhaustion and adoration.
She smiled, a genuine, warm smile. "You know," she began, her voice low and conspiratorial, "if you can keep this our little secret... I wouldn't mind doing these 'photo shoots' with you again."
The effect was instantaneous. Their faces lit up with pure, unadulterated joy. They nodded vigorously, scrambling to a sitting position.
"Absolutely!" Colin breathed, his eyes shining. "Our secret!"
"Sworn on our wands!" Dennis added, looking more serious than Ginny had ever seen him.
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