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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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- THE BET -
Ginny stirred in her bed and woke up. Yawning loudly she stretched her Quidditch-toned body and slipped out of bed. It was obviously already late morning, maybe almost noon, but she didn’t pay it any mind. She didn’t have training in the morning after a big game so she usually slept late.
She sauntered into the bathroom and took a quick shower, rinsing her body. She dried herself with a quick spell and walked into the kitchen for a quick breakfast after putting on some clothes.
Harry hadn’t returned yet, but she wasn’t worried. The days when violence run rampant through the streets of magical London were long gone and though the job of an Auror wasn’t void of risks Harry lamented that his greatest foe was now the paperwork. As Head Auror, even if he wasn’t deployed in the field as in the days after the fall of Voldemort, he still had to coordinate the effort of the entire department. If any emergency came up he had the duty to remain in office.
It happened more often than not, sadly, and that meant that he slept at his desk, returning home only when his work allowed for it. With Ginny leaving either for training of for playing it sometimes happened that they didn’t see each other for weeks at times, and the children who weren’t yet of age to go to Hogwarts spent most of their time at the Burrow.
It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it worked and Molly was more than happy to have children to look after once again since all of hers had moved out and lived their own life.
While she ate breakfast Ginny considered what she could do to improve the situation. She couldn’t drop Quidditch. She liked the sport maybe more than Ron and she didn’t want to become just a housewife like her mother had been. Likewise, Harry wouldn’t quit his job at the ministry, not after all he went through to defeat Voldemort and eradicate his sympathizer from power.
Clara had been right the previous evening. Ginny was very tense and frustrated and her game suffered from it. In the morning she was always grumpy and her mood carried over day after day. Strangely, only that morning she had woken more relaxed and in better mood than usual. Probably, she mused as she stood to place the plates in the sink, it was because she vented some of that tension with her teammates at the pub, drowning her frustration in alcohol and…. What else?
She had the impression that drinking wasn’t the only thing she had done the previous night. In fact she was almost sure that-
“Fuck me hardEeeEr.”
Her hold slipped and the plates crashed on the floor. A fuzzed memory flashed through her mind. What was that? She recalled Gwenog’s voice screaming in… pleasure? But…
-oOo
“Fuckme-fuckme-fuckme-fuckme-fuckmeeee!”
Gwenog screamed her lungs out while a man Ginny didn’t know pounded her from behind with powerful thrusts of his hips. The dark-skinned captain of the Holyheads Harpies arched her back, partially in delight and partially because the man was pulling at her hair with enough strength to hold her in a bent over position without any support from the front. With each thrust her boobs bounced frantically and Gwenog squeezed them like they ripe melons from which she wanted to draw all the juice.
Ginny’s brain didn’t really understand what she was seeing, dazed as she was, but her memories recorded everything nonetheless. Clara and Megan were on their knees not too far away from their captain, boobs pressed against each other while their mouths and tongues worked on the thick manhood placed between their faces. They moved in perfect sync, lips never losing the other’s while they moved left and right on the length of the fleshy rod they seemed so delighted to worship.
The rest of her teammates too were engaged in similar acts of debauchery, spreading their legs for one or more men that certainly weren’t their boyfriends, fiancées or husbands. Normally Ginny would have been appalled at the sight, scandalized even, but in that moment though she was awake, she was not conscious.
She sat on her bench, wearing nothing but her socks sucking at her breasts and fondling her womanhood with enthusiasm while four man stood naked around her, stroking their cocks furiously and spilling their fluids on her body. Occasionally one grew bolder and placed it against her lips, causing her to suck on it subconsciously until he spilled his load right into her mouth, which she swallowed without even thinking what she was doing. Two other took away her socks and used them as sleeves for their dicks, cumming into the piece of clothing and then putting them on her feet again.
She was aware that there were flashes of light at regular intervals. Someone was taking pictures and no one was bothered in the slightest. When the photographer went to take a picture of Gwenog she gave him a sultry smile, cupping her breasts together and pouting her lips as if kissing at the viewer. Clara and Megan only turned their eyes at him, both giving the typical victory sign with two fingers while they kept sucking relentlessly.
The then photographer moved up to her and someone spoke.
“Hey Ginny, why don’t you give out fans a good look at your cunt? Show them Harry Potter’s private playground.”
But she didn’t comply. She was far too gone for her brain to make any sense of what she was being told. She just kept fingering her pussy mindlessly, giving the occasional moan of pleasure.
“Guys, open up her legs will ya?”
Two of them men went to obey, but someone spoke louder in the midst of the chaos.
“That is far enough,” the manly commanded. “Let her go this instant.”
“But… Mr. Malfoy, this pictures are worth a fortune,” the photographer objected. “I can’t really...”
“Did I stutter, worm?” he growled at the man, who seemed to shrink under his glare. “Unhand her and give me that camera. I’ll pay you your fees if that what it takes. Now let her go.”
“Alright alright,” the man complied handing over the camera in exchange of a bag of galleons. “There you have it. It’s a shame though!”
Draco stormed up to her and with a few flicks of his wand she was clean again. She recalled his eyes staring down at her, then a flash of red anticipated the bliss of unconsciousness.
-oOo-
Ginny swooned and almost fell. She caught the edge of the table to steady herself. A strong sense of nausea swept over her, almost causing her to vomit.
No, no, no, no! That couldn’t be real. She desperately wanted it to be a figment of her imagination, but the memory was too clear. She recalled perfectly every detail, from the smell to the taste.
How could have something like that have happened? She wasn’t all that used to drinking alcohol, but she should have held it better than that. Instead she was so hopelessly drunk that she undressed in a public place and put on a show for everyone, letting strange men play with her body. Even her teammates were indulging themselves in random act of sex with strangers.
And the pictures. Oh, Merlin the pictures. Draco Malfoy of all people had to be there and see it happen?
She was ruined. Ruined! Her life, her career, her marriage. All of it was ruined. What would her family think of her? What would Harry think of her?
Whore.
That’s what they would think of her. That’s what they would call her.
No, she had to do something, anything, to get those pictures back.
She run to her room, hastily putting on some clothes. Then she left the house, Disapparating as soon as she was out of the wards.
-oOo-
“Master Draco,” the House Elf said, popping into the study, “There be Lady Potter at the door.”
“Let her in,” he replied without looking away from the parchments he was reading. Not a minute later the door to his study was opened and an enraged-looking Ginny Potter walked in. “Well, what brings you here this fine morning, Weasley?”
“It’s Potter now,” she corrected. “And you know perfectly well why I’m here.”
“I do? I’m afraid I’m missing something. As you may know I’m a very busy person so I can’t hope to remember all the things that could get you so worked up in the morning.”
“Don’t play dumb. It’s about that… thing that happened tonight.”
“Oh, that,” Draco snapped his fingers in faux realization. “Of course, of course. I almost forgot about it.”
He opened a drawer and took out an envelope, throwing it casually on his desk. The loosely closed envelope opened and a number of pictures, animated as they were in the Wizarding world, slipped out, sprawling around.
Ginny’s complexion paled considerably as she stared at herself from different angles. They were quite good shots, in Draco’s opinion. Ginny thrusting her fingers into her cunt while men whose face weren’t in the frame jizzed all over her body was quite a sight, not to mention the redhead sucking dreamily on a dick and swallowing semen as if she was used to it.
Draco could have watched them for hours, too bad that the real life version couldn’t stand the sight anymore and rushed to put them back into the envelope.
“The negatives… give me the negatives,” she said when she had finished gathering them.
“Now, why in Merlin’s name would I do that?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Iìll pay you!” she nearly shouted. “How much do you want? I double, no, triple whatever you paid for this garbage.”
“Calm down, Weasley,” he tried to placate her. “This isn’t about money.”
“You want to get back at Harry, don’t you?” she snapped. “Well, he won’t believe you. It could be anyone under polyjuice in those pictures. He won’t take your word over mine.”
“Look, Weasley…”
“It’s Potter, damn you!”
“… Potter. Listen, I can’t in good conscience let this matter drop. I know you won’t believe me, but I owe your husband a favor for keeping me and my family out of Azkaban at the end of the war. After all he went through, Hell, after all I put him through over the years, he doesn’t deserve his wife lying to him, cheating around while he works almost every night.”
“Then just give me those negatives and let’s forget about it! I’m going to pretend it has been a very bad nightmare and move on.”
“Hold on, it’s not that simple. There’s obviously some problem here if all it takes is a bit of alcohol to get you frisky with a random stranger. … Unless of course this wasn’t the first time and you’ve been doing this behind your husband back for a while.”
“I most certainly did not! How dare you even insinuate something like this!”
“Well,” he said taking out another envelope from his desk, throwing it on the desk again and revealing more of those pictures, in bigger size. “That’s why.”
“You…” Ginny growled, rushing to collect those copies as well. “What in Merlin’s name do you want from me?”
“I want you to be honest,” he said evenly. “It’s quite clear to me that either you or your marriage has a problem. What I want is that you’ll be honest with Harry about this incident and that you work out with him whatever issue has pushed you to do such a thing.”
“No… No!” she shook her head. “Out of the question. Something like that would kill him!”
“You think so? And what do you think finding out from a third party would make to him, hmm?”
“Blackmailing me won’t…!”
“No, no. Nothing of the sort. I have no intention to divulge this pictures to anyone, but how do we know there aren’t more, or that more won’t be made in the future when you’ll just whore yourself out again, hmm?”
“I don’t whore myself out to anyone,” she protested, slamming her hands on his desk. “Stop saying that!”
“I don’t believe you,” he said flatly, coldly even. “Evidence proves otherwise and there are other witnesses besides me.”
“Harry would never believe you or anybody else, no matter what you say there’s no way to prove it was actually me doing those things. Even a testimony give under Veritaserum can’t prove that it was actually me.”
“That’s true,” he nodded. “At best it would prove they were convinced it was you, but that wouldn’t be much of a proof. The only person that can testify it without the shadow is none other than you, and don’t be too sure that Harry wouldn’t ask you to take Veritaserum. Yeah, he won’t believe it, at first, but surely the Head of the DMLE wouldn’t just let this matter drop. Impersonating someone and disparage them it’s a crime. Harry would be bound to pursue this matter and, let’s be honest, he would keep looking until he found who posed as his wife and smeared her, and by extension his, reputation. What do you think it will happen when no culprit will be found because there are no culprits to be found?”
“I…,” she stuttered.
“Yes,” he continued waving his hands in dismissal, “suspicions are nasty things and rumors would start to spread out eventually. Of course, with this incident being a criminal offense you would be called to testify for yourself and you know how Veritaserum is now customary to use in almost all trials. It might be a matter of weeks, perhaps even months, make it even a year, but in the end you’ll be sitting before the Wizengamot declaring under truth serum that you have cheated on your husband, and that the woman in these pictures, wantonly sucking cocks in a public establishment was none other than you, Ginny Potter!”
“STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!” she shouted, tears flowing from her eyes. “What do you want? Just tell me what the hell you want from me!”
“What I want is for you to come out clean, either by working out with Harry why hasn’t been satisfying you or just admit that you’re a shameless whore.”
“I’m not a whore!” she cried. “And Harry isn’t at fault!”
“Oh, really?” he sneered. “I dare you to prove it!”
“… How?”
“Oh, simply enough: let’s fuck!”
“I-you- WHAT!”
“Oh don’t act like a prude,” he scoffed, “it doesn’t suit you at all.”
“I’m not going to-to… have sex with you!” Ginny hissed indignantly.
“Well, then, I’m going to have a nice long chat with your husband.”
“No! No, wait….,” she stopped him. “How is doing it with you going to prove anything? How is cheating on Harry again going to prove that I’m not like you say? That doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“Oh, I’m not talking about simply fucking for the sake of it. There is a condition of course: you must make me come without coming yourself.”
“…What?”
“It’s easy, isn’t it?” he smirked. “I mean, you aren’t really into it to begin with, so I can’t see you getting off from having sex with me. It’s evident you loathe me. And besides how difficult can it be to make a man come once? If you manage it, I’ll hand over the negatives and all of the copies I made. I’ll even let you oblivate the entire incident from my mind if you want. ”
“And if I can’t do it?”
“We go back to square one and either me or you are going to speak about this with Harry. The choice is yours… Potter.”
Ginny didn’t speak for a long minute, during which she didn’t even meet his gaze. Then…
“…”
“Excuse me?” he asked. “I missed that.”
“I’ll do it,” she said in barely audible whisper, face aflame with shame. “I’ll have sex with you.”
It took Draco all of his Occlumency not to burst out laughing.
“A wise choice,” he nodded. “Come on, the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished.”
He ushered her out of his study, down a corridor and toward a room, inside which a two posters bed was placed.
Even though she stood a few feet away, her back turned to him, Draco could see that Ginny was shaking.
He liked his lips in anticipation. Soon he would make her shake even more. Let it be known that the Malfoy always paid their debts, but that didn’t mean they’d be any poorer because of it.
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