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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 66776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 3 – Trouble

AN

Chapter 3 and I’m sure many of you will have already guessed what is going to happen with Oliver. That said, other things happen and Ginny will have other problems.

I’m glad that this filthy little tale is proving entertaining to some of you out there. There seems to a lot of gay Draco stories on this site so I’m happy to provide something of a different flavour :-)

Ginny’s fears were realised a couple of weeks later. Oliver had visited Grimmauld Place twice more since their last threesome but, despite his heavy hints, Ginny had resisted a reprisal of their mini orgy. Harry had been a little surprised by this but hadn’t made an issue of it. During both visits, Oliver’s attitude had worried her, even if he never said or did anything that would seem out of place.

Things came to a head one afternoon after Ginny had returned from training. Harry was at work, so she planned to have a few lazy hours to herself, enjoying a leisurely bath or cuddling up on the sofa with a good book. A chime from the Floo altered her plans, however.

“Hello?” Ginny called out, wondering who was calling. She was due to see her family at the weekend and all of their other friends knew Harry wouldn’t be home.

“Ginny? It’s me, Oliver. I really need to speak to you. Can I come through?”

“Oliver? Umm, Harry is at work at the moment,” she replied warily.

“I know. It’s you I need to speak to. I need your advice on something.”

Sighing to herself, Ginny stepped back. The last thing she wanted to do was talk with Oliver right at that moment but, equally, she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever. Perhaps a clear-the-air session would be a good idea.

“Come through, Oliver,” she told him.

The Floo flared for a moment and Oliver stepped through. He looked around for a moment before he turned and smiled at her. A little too brightly, she thought.

“Want a cup of tea?” she offered.

“Umm, no. Not right now. I really do need to talk to you.”

“Take a seat,” she instructed, gesturing towards the kitchen table. For some reason, she didn’t feel inclined to invite him further into the house.

The two seated themselves, with Ginny making sure she was sitting on the opposite side of the table. Oliver didn’t seem to notice, however, and continued to smile at her warmly.

“What did you want to talk about?” she inquired.

“I think… it’s time that we were honest with each other, Ginny,” he replied.

“Honest? What are you talking about?”

Oliver looked at her. “I think you know what I’m talking about. Look, I know that Harry is a mate of mine, but couples don’t just start inviting another guy into the bedroom unless there’s a problem. I don’t know whether he’s not satisfying you sexually or if you’re just going off him, but I just want you to know that I understand.”

“What? Oliver, you’ve got totally the wrong end of the stick…” she began.

“It’s okay,” he interrupted. “I understand that this is difficult. I mean, he’s Harry Potter, isn’t he? No woman wants to be known as the girl that dumped him. I get that you have a sense of loyalty to him, too, but that’s just misguided if it’s making you unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy, okay! Oliver, you’re talking a load of bollocks.”

“Am I? I don’t think so. Look, I know there will be a bit of backlash in the press and Harry will be upset, but I’m prepared to put up with that.”

“Put up with what? What the hell are you talking about?” she yelled angrily.

“Come on, Ginny. Let’s face the truth here. It’s me that you want, not Harry, isn’t it?”

“Fuck off! I love Harry, not you! Just because we wanted to experiment sexually doesn’t me that I was tired of him or anything. Oliver, you are off your rocker if you think that I’m secretly lusting after you.”

“Still denying it, huh? Stop fooling yourself, Ginny. I saw the effect I had on you when we were doing it. Admit it, I drove you wild, didn’t I?”

“I’ll admit I enjoyed our little threesomes, but that wasn’t just because of you. In fact, we had a threesome with a female friend of mine not long ago and I enjoyed that even more than I did with you!”

“What female friend?” Oliver demand, suddenly looking angry.

“Mind your own business,” she snapped.

“Ginny, I love you and I…”

“Stop! Stop right there!” she bellowed. “Don’t do this, Oliver. I know you’re still upset about Katie leaving you, but don’t look at me as an instant replacement. I don’t love you, I love Harry. I have no desire to be with you and, in fact, at this exact moment, you’re beginning to creep me out. I think you’d better go.”

Oliver stared at her for a moment before he sighed. Reaching into his jacket, he removed an object which he placed on the table.

“I really didn’t want to do this, Ginny, I really didn’t. You see, I understand you better than Harry does. I know more of your secrets. I wonder what his opinion of you would be if he saw this?”

On the table in front of her was a Muggle DVD. It bore the title ‘Anal Angels’ and the cover featured a montage of naked women all being penetrated anally. One of those girls was Ginny.

“Where did you get that?” she demanded, her voice as cold as ice.

“It’s Harry’s fault, in a way,” Oliver revealed. “You know he managed to get all those Muggle electrical machines to work around magic, right? Has he shown you the DVD player he has upstairs? No? I’m not surprised, bearing in mind that he has a massive collection of pornography he watches on it. He showed me several films and got me hooked on it. He even showed me how to protect the players from magic, so I could get one myself. Imagine my surprise when I was leafing through a collection of films in my local sex shop when I saw your face on the cover of this little beauty.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” she snapped.

“I prefer to think of it as opening your eyes,” he replied. “This happy little domestic life you have with Harry just isn’t you. The fact that you wanted to have a threesome is proof of that. This film shows what kind of girl you are and I can help you with that.”

“Harry wanted the threesome, not me!”

“But you agreed to it, didn’t you? I’m not surprised. I mean, I’ve seen how well you handle having two cocks shoved in you in this film. You fucking love it, don’t you? Well, Ginny, your previous career can stay our little secret, providing you become mine. I’ll protect you, I promise. No one will ever know.”

“Unless I tell you to piss off, at which point I assume that the Daily Prophet will suddenly be tipped off about my previous line of work, eh? You fucking bastard!”

“It doesn’t need to come to that, Ginny. Besides, what will Harry think of you if this comes out, or the public, for that matter? His career will probably be ruined and he’ll end up hating you. It’s best for all concerned if you just let him down lightly. I promise I’ll treat you like a princess, my love.”

“Fuck off! Do you really think I’d ever lay a finger on you again after this, you cunt? Harry’s meant to be one of your best friends, you backstabbing piece of shit. How can you do this to him?”

“I like to think I’m protecting him,” Oliver snapped. “After all, I’m rescuing him from a lying whore who made her living getting fucked up the arse by multiple blokes! What if he found out about that, eh?”

“What if he already knows?”

Both Ginny and Oliver spun and saw Harry standing in the doorway, dressed in his Auror’s robes. His face was like thunder and he held his wand lightly in his right hand.

“Harry!” Oliver exclaimed. “Mate, I was just trying to protect you. I found this DVD and I was just confronting Ginny about it. I didn’t want you to get hurt if the truth came out.”

“Piss off, Oliver, I’ve been here since the start of your conversation,” Harry snapped. “What you were trying to do, you cunt, was steal my girl by blackmailing her. Oh, and for your information, I knew about her porn career before I even hooked up with her.”

Oliver stared at him in bewilderment.

“So, you don’t care that this going to become public knowledge now?” he challenged.

“Public knowledge? Why ever would it?” Harry demanded. “You’re the only one who knows and by the time you leave here, you’ll have given me a Magical Oath never to reveal anything about this.”

“Like fuck, I will,” Oliver spat, rising to his feet and going for his wand.

“Crucio!”

Ginny leaped to her feet as the dark curse hit Oliver, sending him toppling to the floor whilst screaming his lungs out. She stared at her boyfriend open-mouthed as he kept the curse on his friend without mercy. Only after what seemed an extraordinarily long period of time did he lift it and then strode over to where Oliver lay whimpering on the floor. Grabbing the man’s robes, Harry hauled him to his feet before punching him in the stomach hard.

“Harry!” Ginny cried but he ignored her. Pinning the Quidditch player against the kitchen worktop, Harry rained blows down on him. Only after Oliver began to beg for mercy did he stop. Instead, he threw the man against the table, his wand trained straight between his eyes.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you?”

“Harry… I’m sorry,” Oliver sobbed, his face a red ruin with blood dripping from his nose and mouth. “Don’t kill me, please. I’m your friend.”

“You were my friend, you cunt,” Harry spat. “Ginny was right: you are a backstabbing bastard. Killing you would be easier than taking an Oath. I know how to make sure your body is never found and who is going to suspect me, of all people, of killing you?”

“Please,” Oliver begged.

“Okay, just because of how close we used to be, I’ll let you live,” Harry agreed after a moment. “This is how it’s going to be, however. In a second, you’re going to give me an Unbreakable Vow that you will never mention any of this to anyone ever again. Ginny will be Bonder. I’m also going to throw in a few conditions so that if you ever do anything untoward directed at either of us you’ll instantly die. Got it?”

“Yes,” Oliver agreed instantly, tears running down his eyes.

“Trust me, Oliver, if I even suspect you of trying to pull some shit, I will torture you into insanity before reducing your body to ashes. Got that, fuckwit?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“No, you won’t, you’ll Vow. Got your wand, Ginny?” Harry asked.

“Right here,” she replied, shakily pulling her wand from her bag.

“Good, come over here and act as Bonder. You know how to do that, right? Good. As for you, on your knees, scumbag. Do this right or you’re dog meat.”

With her mind racing a hundred miles a second, Ginny placed the tip of her wand on the men’s clasped hands. Harry made numerous demands, which Oliver agreed to without hesitation. In addition to not revealing the secrets of her past, Harry made sure that there was no way Oliver could seek revenge or to cause them harm in any other way. At first, she thought it was all a little excessive, but after consideration, she realised they could never trust Wood again and the precautions were sensible.

After Harry had extracted all the demands he wanted from his former friend, he stood and ordered Oliver to leave and never return. With a single backward glance and a muffled ‘sorry’, Wood stumbled through the Floo and vanished from sight. As he left, a wave of apprehension hit Ginny. Harry had known about her porn career and never said anything?

“Harry, I can explain,” she began desperately.

“There’s nothing to explain,” he replied calmly. “I assume that after you ran away from home you were desperate for money, right? That’s how most girls get involved with these things. Don’t worry about it. In fact, I should apologise to you. I know you’ve been concerned about Oliver for a while now and I kind of ignored that.”

“How did you even know he was here?”

“This is my house. All the magical protections are tied into me. I get notifications if anyone I’m not expecting enters here. When I saw that Oliver had visited in the full knowledge that I wasn’t going to be there, I Apparated straight here. I came in through the front door and heard virtually everything he had to say. I never in a million years thought he’d pull a stunt like that but I guess he has been pretty screwed up since Katie buggered off.”

“Harry… you used an Unforgivable!”

“Wasn’t the first time and I doubt it will be the last,” he confirmed. “Does that concern you?”

“Only if anyone found out about it. Some people would use it to destroy your reputation.”

“I’m not sure my reputation is worth saving,” he replied with a soft smile. “Here, come with me.”

Ginny followed Harry out the door and up the stairs, wondering where he was taking her. He led her to Sirius’s old room, somewhere she rarely entered. Nevertheless, she followed him in and sat on the bed when he indicated that she should.

“I’m afraid Oliver gave away one of my dirty secrets, too,” Harry told her, pulling a drape off what was revealed to be a large, flat-screen TV. “He was right. I do have a large collection of Muggle porn. I never showed him the pride of my collection, however.”

Harry walked over to the closet and opened it. Fascinated, she watched as he lifted up the floorboards and reached down into the space below. When he returned, he was clutching a fairly large pile of DVDs which he placed on the bed beside her. She gasped.

“Harry, are these…”

“Every film you appeared in that I could find,” he confirmed. “I think I’ve got everything you stared in, but maybe you can tell me otherwise. It’s fair to say that I’m your number one fan.”

“But… how?”

“The same way as Oliver, actually. I just found a DVD you appear in. It was the one where you dressed as a French maid, actually. God, I nearly wanked myself silly watching that. After I saw that one, I hunted down everything I could find that you featured in. You were quite prolific there for a while, weren’t you?”

“Oh, my God!”

“Eventually, I became so desperate to see you again that I hunted you down. You’ll forgive me about that crap I came up with about finding you through Muggle CCTV cameras. I really found you via your management company after finding them through the company that distributes your films. Oh, I now own that company, by the way, which is why your stuff is so hard to find these days. It’s a pity really, as you were a great seller. Actually, I have to confess, I’ve already made back what I spent buying the company. With a little investment, it’s been a great profit turner. Harry Potter owing a Muggle porn film Distribution Company. Who would have ever thought that, eh?”

“You’ve… watched all these films?” she asked shakily.

“Yeah, all of them. Most of them a dozen times over and, believe me, I had my hard cock in my hand each time I did.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a single one of these,” she revealed, picking up a case at random.

“Well, I should be heading back to work but I did tell everyone that I was following a lead so no one will notice if I’m gone for a while. Want to watch one with me now?”

She looked at him sharply. “Umm, okay,” she agreed nervously.

“Great,” Harry exclaimed, pulling off his robes. “Mind if we watch that one I mentioned first? God, you look fantastic in that outfit, Ginny!”

Skilfully, Harry selected the right case and took out the disk, which he hurriedly inserted into the player mounted in the base of the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned on the screen, revealing the menu option of a film entitled ‘Cooper’s Tour of Britain’. Harry selected the right chapter and eagerly sat down to watch it next to Ginny.

Ginny watched in fascination. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she’d filmed this but, as she’d told Harry, she’d never seen the completed film. Why would she want to watch herself getting fucked, after all? But now, sitting next to Harry, she felt incredibly nervous.

She’d forgotten that the opening scenes where just of her cleaning a room, although she did notice that the cameraman had done a great job of getting shots up her skirt or down the front of her dress.

“You look fucking amazing in that outfit,” Harry told her, his eyes glued to the screen. “I always wanted to ask you to wear something similar for me but was afraid that might tip you off that I knew that you’d done porn.”

“I guess that’s not a problem now,” she pointed out. She really had no objections to dressing up for him.

The scene shifted to a bored-looking Steve Cooper sprawled out on his hotel bed. Absently, the man picked up a pornographic magazine and began to leaf through it. It wasn’t long before the man started to rub the front of his jeans, evidently aroused by the pictures in the magazine. After a while, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his now hard cock out before starting to stroke it.

At the sight of Steve’s cock, Ginny instantly began to feel turned on. She loved Harry to distraction, but Steve was the best fuck she’d ever had, not that she would ever admit to it. To see his massive erection again made her nipples stiff and her pussy wet.

“I met his wife,” she revealed absentmindedly.

“Oh? What was she like?” Harry asked.

“A bit odd. I mean, she was totally normal-looking, but she hated sex. That was why she was happy for her husband to fuck other girls all day so he wouldn’t pester her at night.”

“Okay, I can just about understand that but, yeah, it is a bit odd.”

By this point, on the screen, Ginny had made her entrance and had squealed at the sight of Cooper’s exposed cock. The sight of her own appearance made Ginny think, however. She vaguely remembered at the time thinking that the make-up girl Gloria had done a wonderful job in preparing her and she’d also started to think for the first time in her life that she was actually attractive. Seeing herself in a professional film, however, made her rethink even that. She looked fabulous! Not to toot her own horn but, damn, she looked so fucking sexy!

“Fucking hell, Ginny, you really know how to suck cock,” Harry muttered.

By now, the film had moved onto the point where Ginny had started to suck Steve’s dick. She was a little surprised at the extreme close-up shots that the director, Warren, had used. The screen was filled with the image of her face with her lips wrapped around that massive dick. Her ruby-red lips seemed to be caressing that rock-hard shaft and it was clear how much she was enjoying herself. Ginny had watched tons of porn when she was learning the ropes, but never watched herself. Fuck, she was good at this, wasn’t she?

“I nearly came in my pants when I first saw this bit,” Harry revealed as the scene moved on and Ginny started to remove her dress. “Oh, fuck! Just look at you, Ginny. You are so, so sexy. You look incredible in that underwear!”

They continued to watch as Copper freed her nipples and began to suck them. She was amazed at how large and stiff her nipples looked on camera, not to mention the look of pure ecstasy on her face. Harry seemed to pick up on that, as well.

“Where you enjoying that as much as it looked like you were?” he asked.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t,” she admitted. “Steve Cooper is one of the top male porn stars in the country and he really knows what he’s doing. Please, don’t start asking me to compare the two of you because it’s totally different. I love you and what’s happening on screen was just work.”

“I wasn’t going to ask,” he smirked. “I would have just hated it if you were faking it.”

“No, I wasn’t,” she giggled.

By now, the action had moved on to the point that Cooper had removed her knickers and had started licking her out. The camera was catching the action in minute detail, although she didn’t remember the cameraman getting in that close. Every detail of her most private parts was captured for the audience’s entertainment and she started to feel a little hot under the collar.

Her attention was suddenly diverted from the screen by the sound of a zip being undone. She looked around just in time to see Harry pull his rock-hard cock out of his trousers. He grinned at her.

“Sorry, Ginny, I can never watch this film without having a wank. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, luv. Here, let me give you a hand.”

She reached over and grasped his throbbing dick in her hand and began stroke it. Harry moaned and leaned back, although his eyes never left the screen.

Ginny looked back at the TV herself just in time to see her image straddle Steve Cooper and then slowly lower herself down onto his giant member. Again, the camera zoomed in close capturing the sight of the lips of her wet cunt sliding down the massive shaft. Her pussy looked like it was being stretched but she couldn’t remember any discomfort, only the sheer pleasure she’d felt at taking that dick inside her.

As they watched her getting fucked, Ginny started moving her hand faster. Harry reached over and began to fondle her breasts, causing her to pause for a moment so she could shed her top allowing him better access. After a moment’s thought, she removed her jeans, too, primarily so she could rub herself between her legs while watching. Harry pulled his trousers off, as well, and waited for Ginny to start wanking him off again. As soon as she grabbed his cock, he slid his right hand down her knickers and started to perform a similar service for her. As the film continued to roll and on-screen Ginny continued getting the shit fucked out of her, they masturbated each other.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” Harry gasped. “Don’t expect me to last too long, though. I’m about to jizz any second.”

Ginny giggled. “I’m glad to know that I was so talented a porn star that I could make you shoot your load so quickly.”

“Oh, you definitely were. I almost wish that you were still doing it.”

“This way I have more time for a hands-on approach, though,” she pointed out. “God, Harry, your cock is so hard!”

Screams filled the room as her on-screen image continued to be pounded by Cooper’s cock. Again, the number of close-ups featured surprised her and nothing was left to the imagination. You could even see the moisture dripping down Steve’s dick each time he thrust it into her dripping cunt. The same juices that now covered Harry’s probing fingers.

“Ginny, I’m nearly there. Faster, wank me faster,” Harry urged.

Trying to look at Harry’s swollen cock and the action on-screen at the time, she pumped his dick as fast as she could with her off-hand. His hand was trembling as he pleasured her and she could tell he was ready to explode.

It happened without warning. A half-spurt of creamy spunk was the precursor of Harry exploding like a volcano. The second spurt shot into the air and landed on the carpet, as did the third. To save on the cleaning up if nothing else, she wrapped both hands tightly around his dick and practically squeezed the cum out of him. Great globs of the stuff dripped down his shaft and over her hands. Harry gasped and practically cried in joy as her hands slowed. He’d made an incredible mess and his spunk was everywhere.

“Enjoy that?” Ginny asked, kissing him on the cheek.

“Fuck yes, and look! I’ve covered your hands in spunk and your face is covered on the screen!”

She looked back at the screen to see that Steve had just shot his load over her face and she was just in the process of licking up the last of his discharge. The stuff was dripping off her chin and cheeks.

“I don’t know. Every bloke I meet seems to want to cum all over me,” she sighed.

“I wonder why,” Harry laughed. “I tell you what. I bet Luna would get a real kick out of watching this. Fancy sharing the details of your previous career with your best friend?”

“Why not?” Ginny agreed with a smile. “Don’t show her the gangbang I did, though. She’ll only get jealous.”

“But that’s one of my favourites,” he protested before bursting out laughing. “Oh, Ginny, have I told you just how much I love you?”

“Yes, but you can tell me again anytime. So, I guess that means that we can start acting out some of the scenes I stared in, can’t we? Want me to find a French Maids dress?”

Harry nearly split his face open he smiled so widely.

If Ginny thought her troubles were behind her she was in for a very rude shock just a few days later. She’d just finished training for the day and was in the changing room with her fellow Harpies when one of the training staff stuck her head around the door and called out to her.

“Hey, Weasley! You’re wanted in the manager’s office.”

“Ooh, are you in trouble?” one of the Beaters named Jackeline teased. “What have you done now, Gin?”

“Nothing to my knowledge but, hey, you know me,” she replied.

Unconcerned, Ginny followed the Harpy trainer out the door and across the complex to where the manager, Gloria Williams, had her office. She was ushered into the office where she had a shock. There was no sign of the exuberant manager and, instead, several men were seated around her desk. One of the men Ginny instantly recognised was Rudolf Plumpton, the owner of the Harpies.

“Ah, Miss Weasley,” he greeted. “Please, do come in and take a seat.”

Ginny sat as she was bid, suddenly nervous.

“Thank you,” she said politely. “Can I ask; why did you call me here?”

“I’ll keep this brief,” Plumpton told her gruffly. “As I’m sure you are aware, the contract you signed with the Harpies gave us the option to review the agreement at the end of six months, correct?”

“Ah, I think so. Yes.”

“While you have had some success during your time here, Miss Weasley, after due consideration by the training staff, not to mention the board members, it has been decided that you’re not really what the club is after. I regret, therefore, to inform you that your contract is to be terminated. We thank you for your efforts during your time here, however, and wish you the best of luck in finding a new club.”

“What?” Ginny yelled. “You must be kidding! What on earth have I done wrong? In the short time I’ve been here I’ve managed to break into the first team and scored in every match I’ve played in. The manager said I was one of the best Chasers she’d ever seen!”

“Ah, I was warned about your arrogance,” Plumpton sneered. “Your first-team appearances have merely been expedience when more talented players have been unavailable. Moreover, your attitude has alienated you from your teammates to the point no one wants to play with you, Weasley.”

“That’s bollocks! I get on great with everyone here!”

“I’m not surprised by your delusional attitude. I was warned that just because you’re the girlfriend of Harry Potter that somehow means you’re entitled to a place here. Do you seriously think we’d have given you a trial if he hadn’t pressured us into it?”

“Harry didn’t pressure anyone! He just suggested that as I’d been in the Slytherin team at Hogwarts I was worth having a look at. I was the best person at that trial and I’ve earned my place here ever since!”

“This matter is not up for discussion, Miss Weasley,” Plumpton snapped. “In case you’ve forgotten, I own this club and I get to say who plays for it. I can assure you that does not include you!”

Ginny stared at the man for a second before the penny dropped.

“Oh, I get it now. This isn’t about me, is it? That’s why Gloria isn’t here, because she really likes the way I play. This is about Harry, isn’t it? What have you got against him? Are you some embittered Pureblood who hates him because he polished off old Voldiwort? Eh?”

“You have ten minutes to collect your belongings and leave this complex,” Plumpton snarled. “If you’re not gone by that time then I’ll have security throw you out.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Ginny yelled back at him. “You know what? Fuck you and fuck your club. Wait until the press gets a whiff of all this. I’m going to drag your name through the mud!”

“Get out!”

Seeing that yelling at the man was going to achieve nothing, she turned and stomped out of the office. Unsurprisingly, a burly security guard was waiting for her outside. Ignoring the man, she headed back to the locker room to collect her belongings, not to mention tell her teammates what had happened.

When she reached the locker room the place was deserted, Plumpton having obviously thought ahead. She emptied her locker and, with the guard shadowing her every step, made her way out of the main gate. Ironically, a few Harpy supporters were waiting outside and several of them asked for her autograph. She obliged them, before Apparating away home. It was only when she got back to Grimmauld Place that she broke down in tears.

“I can’t believe it!” Harry repeated for the third time.

“Stop saying that,” Ginny snapped irritably.

“Sorry, but it’s true. I mean, every commentator who has watched you has raved about you. I even saw an article that described you as the brightest new talent in the league.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think my sacking was anything to do with my abilities. Plumpton was very keen to drag your name into proceedings.”

“So, you reckon that this was an indirect attack on me? Bloody hell, Ginny, that isn’t fair. You shouldn’t have to suffer because someone has a grudge against me.”

“Shut up, Harry. Do you think I’d want to play for a team owned by someone who hates you?”

“I know, but…”

Whatever Harry was going to say was interrupted by a loud chirping sound that signified someone was trying to contact them via the Floo. Harry frowned, but got up and knelt by the fireplace.

“Hello?”

“Harry, it’s me, Oliver. I have to talk to you.”

“Oliver? What do you want? This really isn’t a good time.”

“I know! I just wanted to assure you that I had nothing to do with Ginny’s sacking.”

“What? How do you know about that already? I think you’d better come through.”

A second later, the Floo flared and Oliver appeared. He was still dressed in his Puddlemere training kit and he had a worried look on his face.

“Talk,” Harry ordered.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but your sacking has already been announced over the wireless. The Harpies issued a statement saying that they parted company with you due to ‘incompatibility with the rest of the team’. We had the radio on in the changing room after training when they announced it.”

“Fuck, they didn’t waste much time, did they?” Ginny muttered.

“That’s not all,” Oliver continued. “When we heard that, one of our Beaters suggested to our manager that we should try and sign you. He played against you during our game earlier in the season and was very impressed. Well, our manager instantly said no. He told us that the Harpies had already spoken to him before you were sacked and warned him that you were a nightmare to work with. He was also told that you were carrying a long-term injury and you’d be out more time then you’d be available to play.”

“You what? But that’s bollocks!” she yelled.

“I know,” Oliver agreed. “It made me a little suspicious, so I contacted some of my mates in other teams. Apparently, the Montrose Magpies and the Falmouth Falcons have been told the same thing. I’d wager every other team in the league has, too.”

“But… why? Why have I suddenly been blacklisted?”

“I don’t know, but I had a quiet word with my manager about it. He wouldn’t say much, but I really got the impression that he’d been warned by the board not to consider trying to sign you. I don’t know who did this, but it seems this goes to the very top of the game.”

Ginny stared at him in horror.

“Why are you telling us this?” Harry asked after a moment.

“I… I just didn’t want you to think I had anything to do with this,” Oliver admitted. “Whoever wants Ginny out either has a lot of money or a great deal of political power, maybe both. I mean, I assume this is a personal attack on you, Harry, as I can’t imagine Ginny’s done anything to piss off anyone so powerful. It all seems a bit petty, but I guess this is the only means they have of getting to you.”

“Do you think some embittered Pureblood is behind this, Harry?” Ginny asked.

“It could be but, as Oliver says, it seems like a lot of effort has been expended to achieve this. It’s petty and mean-spirited, but it’s hardly much of a blow against me personally, is it?” Harry mused. “I’m sorry, Ginny, I know how much you wanted to play for the Harpies. I swear I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Don’t feel guilty about it,” she insisted. “I admit, it was my childhood dream to play for the Holyhead Harpies and I was having a great time, but this isn’t your fault. I’m not some kid who’s going to get all upset by this. I’d much rather get even.”

“That’s my girl,” Harry noted approving before turning back to Oliver. “Oliver, I still haven’t forgiven you for what you did, but I’m very grateful for the warning. I’m definitely going to get to the bottom of this and your information has given me an idea as to where to start.”

“Okay, good. Look, I know you don’t want to hear this from me, but I’m bloody sorry this happened to you, Ginny. You’re a great player and it’s a travesty that you’ve been blacklisted by the league for no good reason.”

“Thanks,” Ginny acknowledged simply.

With that, Oliver took left, leaving Harry and Ginny to ponder their next move.

“Okay, I think this is a clear warning that there is someone out there who is out to get me,” Harry noted. “We need to take this seriously.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Luckily, I have a certain autonomy as to what cases I’m allowed to investigate at work,” he revealed. “As long as I meet my quota of solved cases no one cares what else I do. I’m going to start doing some digging. The list of people who have it in for me can’t be very long. Perhaps it’s a relative of some Death Eater that was either imprisoned or killed. We accounted for virtually all of Voldemort’s old crew, so there can’t be many suspects.”

“What about Draco Malfoy?” Ginny suggested. “He always hated you and he’s not in prison. This is exactly the sort of spiteful thing he’d do.”

“I doubt it’s him. The Malfoys don’t have anything like the political clout they used to, not to mention they are broke. Voldemort spent virtually all their money and what was left was taken in fines by the Ministry after the war. I don’t think Draco could do this even if he wanted to,” Harry disagreed. “No, I starting to think maybe it’s someone who stayed neutral during the last war but who secretly supported the dark side.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“I’ll follow the first rule of investigation,” he revealed. “I’ll follow the money. Speaking of which, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that there’s no need for you to find alternative employment. That said, I’m sure you won’t be content just being a lady of leisure. Have you any idea what you would like to do?”

“Well, I could…” she began.

Then, at that moment, as proof that the Gods watch our every move, Ginny’s mobile phone rang.
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The Further Adventures of Ginny Weasley