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Confessions of a Horny Harpie	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 30502 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4

AN

We’re whizzing through this story, aren’t we? In this chapter Ginny discovers the benefits of the Harpies health care program and she proves her loyalty to the club by going beyond the call of duty. What a girl!

In the days that followed, Ginny, Gracie and, to a lesser extent Adele, were all granted hero status amongst the Harpies. They’d been introduced to what was left of the first-team squad who had all been totally aware of what had happened at the party and seemed in awe of the girls’ ability to handle a twelve-inch cock.

If Ginny was worried about being accepted by the more experienced players, it appeared that getting shafted in public had prevented any such issues. Indeed, she and Demelza soon made friends with Gemma Jones, the Harpies captain, and fellow chaser. The three of them hit the training pitch and began practicing drills and set-pieces like they had known each other for years. The other chaser on the Harpies books occasionally joined them but the surly witch was just as bad as Gwenog had said and she was soon ‘encouraged’ to train by herself.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and the three witches had just started a complex series of attacking drills when Gwen signalled for her to land, reminding her that she had yet to complete her full medical and that she needed to do so right away. Shouting to her fellow chasers that she’d be back soon, Ginny followed Gwen up to the main complex.

“You haven’t seen Healer Meadows yet, have you?” Gwen asked as they walked

“No, my initial medical assessment was provided by the nurse at Hogwarts.”

“Hmm, okay. Perhaps I should warn you that our team healer can be a little… eccentric.”

“Eccentric?”

“No, that’s not the right word. Err, his methods can be a little unusual, shall we say, and he can be a little over-friendly with his patients.”

Ginny looked at her coach in confusion.

“Look, Meadows is a really nice guy but if he does anything that you’re uncomfortable with, just get up and leave, okay?”

Davies then stopped in her tracks and looked at Ginny bluntly.

“Oh, what am I saying? I’ve seen enough of you already, Weasley, to know that nothing he does is going to concern you in the slightest. Just get in there and we’ll see you back at the pitch. Eventually.”

Ginny shrugged as she watched Gwen walk away. She had no idea what her coach was talking about. Turning, she knocked on the door of the Healers room and hear a male voice bid her enter.

Stepping into the room, Ginny got her first look at Healer Meadows. The man was probably in his early forties with dark hair tinged with a touch of grey at the temples. He looked very distinguished in his white Healer robes and had an open, friendly expression that instantly engendered trust. In short, if the bloke hadn’t become a Healer he would have had to become an actor playing one.

“Miss Weasley?”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“Wonderful to meet you. Please, take a seat and we’ll have a quick chat before we start the examination. Tell me, have you had any issues during your time with the Harpies, physical or mental?”

“No, not at all. I’m having a brilliant time.”

“That’s good to hear. The Harpies have always prided themselves on looking after their players. In fact, I want to stress that you can come to me if you have any problems, at all. No matter how embarrassed you might be about any issue you have, I’m sure I’ll be able to help.”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

“Witches charms do, of course, provide a high degree of protection against sexually transmitted diseases, but nothing is ever perfect, eh? I’m aware of the reputation that the team has and what some of the girls get up to, so I just wanted to assure you that if you do ever find yourself in a difficult position I can handle it quietly and discretely. The same goes should you find yourself suddenly in the family way.”

“Oh! I see what you mean, now. Umm, that’s actually good to know.”

“Super. Can I ask, are you sexually active?”

“Yes,” she admitted meekly.

“Please, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Miss Weasley. I would have been surprised if a beautiful young witch such as yourself wasn’t. Now, do you have any medical issue that you need to make me aware of?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

“Good, good. Well, that being the case, let’s crack on with your medical, eh? If you would just pop behind the screen and remove your clothing, please. When you’re ready, just lay on the examination table over there.

Ginny stood and headed behind the screen. As she began to take off her clothing, she began to ponder whether it was necessary to do so for a simple medical. She’d certainly never been asked to do such a thing before. Still, if that’s what Healer Meadows wanted.

Once she was naked, she walked out from behind the screen and climbed onto the leather examination table, and laid down. The healer stood and walked over to her, his eyes scanning her body as he did so.

“Well now, you seem to be in excellent condition, Miss Weasley. Let’s start with examining your breasts. You do know that it’s important for you to regularly check yourself for lumps, do you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good. Right, let’s just check them now, shall we?”

Reaching out, Meadows began to massage her boobs with his strong hands. Ginny couldn’t help but purr as his fingers caressed her rapidly stiffening nipples. It did seem a little strange that he seemed to be fondling her rather than doing any checks, but she assumed he knew what he was doing.

“Are there any problems, Healer Meadows?” she asked.

“Not at all. Your breasts are really most firm, aren’t they?”

“I’m very proud of them.”

“Quite rightly. They do you credit, Miss Weasley.”

Ginny sighed and squirmed slightly as she laid on the table. Her nipples were now rock-hard and felt wonderful pressed against his palms. With a pleasant expression on his face, Meadow's hands continued to squeeze her tits, his fingers working rapidly.

“Yes, they seem fine,” he said after a while, releasing her breasts to Ginny’s regret. He then walked to the far end of the table and stood by her feet. “Next will be the gynaecological examination. Can I ask you to spread your legs for me, please?”

Without hesitation, Ginny opened her legs wide allowing the man to bend forward and examine her most private part. She moaned as she felt his fingers prise apart the lips of her pussy, allowing him to see the delights within.

“Hmm, yes. That looks fine, but to be on the safe side I think I need to conduct an internal examination. Please tell me if you feel any discomfort, Miss Weasley.”

As Ginny watched, the healer sucked the middle two fingers of his right hand. As she wondered if that was really hygienic, he slipped his digits into her cunt right up to his knuckles.

“Any discomfort?” he asked.

“Ooh, no! That feels fine, Healer Meadows.”

“Wonderful, not I’m going to have to be a little rough with you here. Do shout out if it becomes too much for you.”

The Healer began to thrust his fingers into her pussy at an increasingly fast rate. Gasping, Ginny grabbed the edge of the table and held on. She was getting wetter and wetter and each stab of the man’s digits produced a squelching sound. Meadow’s pace kept increasing until his wrist was a blur.

“Are you coping, Miss Weasley?” he demanded.

“Yes! More! More!”

The angle that his hand was penetrating her was really doing it for her and his thumb continuously rubbed her clit as he worked. Pressure was building inside her and she was gasping for breath. The Healer pounded her pussy relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Meadows yanked his hand away as a thick jet of liquid shot from Ginny’s pussy, landing on the treatment table. She howled like a banshee as another jet followed it, then another. The table was drenched by her discharge and it was dripping onto the floor.

It took Ginny a minute or two to come to her senses. When she did, Healer Meadows was standing by her head with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Umm, sorry, I think I made a bit of a mess,” she slurred.

“That’s quite alright, Miss Weasley. It was a very healthy reaction, under the circumstances,” he said, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. “Now, I think I’ll need to take your temperature.”

“Err, that isn’t a thermometer, is it?”

“Nevertheless, I’d like you to pop it in your mouth, please.”

Shrugging, Ginny rolled onto her side and wrapped her lips around the thick, hard head of the man’s cock. Her body was still buzzing from her orgasm as she lovingly began to suck on his throbbing member. Dimly, she was aware of the Healer shrugging off his robes and starting to undo his shirt.

“That’s enough,” the Healer said after a couple of minutes. “I think I’ve got a good reading on your temperature, although you do seem a little hot, Miss Weasley. Anyway, as a professional athlete you will need to subject your body to rigorous activity from time to time. I’m going to need to test your reaction to that kind of stress.”

As he said this, Meadows was removing his trousers and kicking off his shoes. Ginny watched as he walked to the end of the table before climbing on it. He crawled up until he was crouching over her.

“That’s it, legs open nice and wide, now,” he said before ramming his straining dick into her dripping wet pussy.

Ginny groaned with pleasure as he slid his full length into her. At least he hadn’t made any jokes about her feeling a little prick.

Bracing himself with his arms, the Healer then began to methodically ram his cock deep into her cunt. His pace increased rapidly and the table began to shake as he started to fuck her harder and harder.

“Sorry about this, Miss Weasley, but’s my responsibility to test your stamina to the fullest,” he grunted.

“That’s perfectly alright,” she gasped. “I can take more. Much more.”

Nodding, Meadows began to slam into her even faster. Each thrust was punctuated with a grunt and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. As she began to pant with lust, Ginny speculated that she might have been shagged by better-equipped men, none of them had fucked her this hard. The Healer was very skilled at this!

Ginny was screaming in joy when Meadows came to an abrupt halt. He pulled out of her and looked at her, gasping for breath.

“Very good… ugh… Miss Weasley. You seem to… be coping… admirably. Let’s try this from another angle. Flip yourself over and come up onto your hands and knees, please.”

Eagerly, Ginny did as she was told, taking a firm grip of the headrest as she did so. She looked back over at the red-faced Healer.

“Ready when you are, Healer Meadows.”

The man shuffled forward and a second later Ginny felt his diamond-hard dick slide back into her pussy. Meadows grabbed her hips firmly and then began to start ramming himself into her again.

As was the case when she had been in similar situations, Ginny’s mind stopped functioning. All she could think about was just how bloody good the man’s cock felt inside her. It seemed that every man the Harpies hired was a master cocksman. Perhaps they had to pass some sort of test before they were hired?

By this point, Meadows arse was moving faster than her brother Ron being called to the dinner table. The man was practically sobbing with joy as he buried his dick into her time and time again, and Ginny was screaming her head off. It was just as well the building they were in was so soundproof.

“Miss… Weasley,” Meadows gasped after what seemed like a lifetime. “I’m… going to have to… ugh… give you… an injection… of something.”

“Will it hurt?” she managed to blurt.

“No. In fact, my… oh, Merlin… my needle is… already… in you, and… oh, fuck!”

With a cry, Meadows slammed himself into her so hard that she nearly his her head on the top of the table. He groaned as he ground himself into her, his prick spurting jet after jet of creamy cum deep inside her. Making some very strange noises, he rocked backwards and forwards slightly until every drop of his love juice was deposited inside her. The Healer then slumped and slid off the table, gripping the edge to stop himself from collapsing.

Ginny rolled onto her back and wilted. She could feel spunk dripping out of her battered pussy and her body trembled in the afterglow of her brutal fucking. Damn, she felt good. She looked over at the Healer who was cradling his rapidly softening dick in his hand.

“So, how did I do in my medical?” she asked.

“Full marks,” he responded. “You’re in rude health, young lady. Nevertheless, if you feel the slightest ailment, no matter how trivial, some and see me and I’ll give you something for it.”

“I bet you will.”

Beaming with happiness, Ginny leaned back as she tried to catch her breath. Everything about being a Harpie was just brilliant. After all, when had she ever enjoyed a simple medical check-up as much as she had done today?
“Clearly, what we had before wasn’t working and tenth place in the league is not satisfactory for a club as big as the Harpies. Don’t get me wrong, the players we had were all excellent and I don’t doubt they will do well at their new clubs but I felt we needed to do something different. That’s why this season we’ve invested in new, exciting young talent.”

From her position behind the curtain, Ginny could hear Gwenog Jones addressing the press clearly. She had to admit she was impressed with her manager’s ability to spew complete bullshit when required, although it was weird not to hear her swearing every other word.

Naturally, the press had picked up on the fact that most of the Harpies first-team had departed in the closed season and speculation had been rife, some of it worryingly close to the truth. A press conference had been called, therefore, both to allow Gwenog to peddle this line of horseshit and to unveil the new team. That’s why Ginny was standing there, her broom clutched in her hand, with all her teammates, waiting for the curtain to be raised and the new side announced. She was very nervous about meeting the press for the first time.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, there will be time for questions at the end,” she heard Gwenog growl. It was obvious the woman was becoming impatient with all the queries being shouted at her from the audience. They were being pretty brave to do that, she thought, as it was very well known that at a previous press conference the woman had become so enraged by an intrusive journalist’s questions that she’d leapt off the stage and tried to beat him to death with a microphone. “Before we do that, let me give you a chance to meet the new team and see our new uniforms.”

“This is it, girls,” Gemma Jones, the team captain called out. “Chests out and smile!”

The curtain started to be raised and Ginny was immediately blinded by both the stage lights and the flash of the photographer’s cameras. She was pretty certain that she heard a gasp from the assembled press below them.

Gwenog hadn’t been kidding when she had said that the new uniform had been designed to get bums on seats. In fact, it could be speculated that the Harpies were so short on funds that they couldn’t afford much material to make the outfits. Still, none of the girls had complained about wearing them as they were, after all, super sexy.

The skirt Ginny was wearing only just qualified as being one and many people might have better described it as a belt. Not only was she showing a lot of leg, if she hadn’t been wearing the skimpy black knickers the club had provided she would have been showing some ginger bush, too. The sleeveless tops were extremely low cut and displayed her cleavage to all and sundry. It was just as well there were no flat-chested girls on the Harpies’ books at the moment, although it probably had been planned that way. The outfit was completed by a set of thigh-high leather boots for fans with a dominatrix fetish.

The flashes from the cameras seemed to go on for ages and there was lots of noise in the hall where the event was being held. Eventually, things settled down and Ginny was able to see the audience in front of her as her eyes adjusted.

“Gentlemen, let me introduce you to this season’s team! Returning we have the Harpies captain and chaser, Gemma Jones!”

As they had rehearsed, Gemma broke ranks and walked backwards and forwards on the edge of the stage, allowing the press to get a good look at her and, probably, allow a good many of them a perfect view up her skirt. She then stood to one side of the stage with a spotlight on her.

“Next, and first of our new recruits, we have Mable Gibbon, the Harpies' new keeper!”

The young witch nervously walked forward and copied Gemma’s actions. The girl looked bewildered by the whole thing and her smile looked very forced. Of all the new starters, Mable had impressed Ginny the least. She was a reasonable keeper but not world-class. Gibbon was also a bit of a stick-in-the-mud and spent a lot of her time wandering around looking shocked by the actions of her fellow Harpies.

The next up was the last remaining regular from the previous season, Georgina Hampton. The woman was a beater and unique in being the only married witch on the whole team. As such, Georgian avoided most of the debauched activities that the rest of them got up to and, in deference to her status and the fact that she was such a sweetie, none of the other Harpies teased her about it. Not that the woman couldn’t knock back a few drinks, it was that she just avoided all the shagging that the rest of them got up to.

“Next up we have four young witches who are I know are going to set the league on fire,” Gwenog yelled, really getting into the spirit of the event. “First up, our new beater, the stunning Gracie Collins!”

If there was any of them that should be on a stage being admired, it was Gracie. She stepped forward confidently and paraded herself in front of the drooling press, even stopping and placing a hand on her hip to give the journalists a better look at her. She then headed off to the side of the stage, wiggling her arse so seductively that several men in the audience probably came in their pants.

Adele was next and she seemed unfazed by the whole thing, too. While out as out-and-out sexy as Gracie, the tall witch seemed to exude a girl next door type of vibe, and her charming smile melted the hearts of all who saw it. There was a collective sigh as she walked off to join the others.

“Wish me luck,” Demelza whispered as her name was called. Ginny watched as her friend and sometime lover walked into the light. Demz’s only problem was that she sometimes lacked confidence. The girl just didn’t seem to realise just how bloody cute she was in that uniform. In fact, Ginny thought, it had been entirely too long since they’d gone down on each other, something she intended to rectify tonight.

“And finally, our newest chaser and a witch you all need to keep your eye on, Ginny Weasley!”

Hearing her name, Ginny walked forward. She’d been a bit alarmed to learn that she would be the last one up but now she just wanted to get it over with. As the others had done, she paraded up and down the edge of the stage while the assembled press pack leered at her. Still, she did her part, smiling in a friendly manner and flashing her legs. She was still glad when she could retreat to the relative safety of the side of the stage.

“That’s the team and I’m sure you’ll all be keen to see them in action,” Gwenog said. “Okay, now we’ll take questions.”

“Isn’t this a ridiculously risky policy,” a man who identified himself as being Stanley Unwin from Quidditch Weekly demanded. “I mean, you’ll never win anything playing these kids!”

“Kids?” Gwenog gasped. “We’re you even looking at them? You’re calling these girl’s kids? I think you need to get your eyesight tested, Unwin.”

“Aren’t these new uniforms a bit revealing,” another voice called out. “I mean, you’re girls are showing a lot of flesh there.”

“What’s the matter? Are you a poof or something?” Gwenog snapped back.

The conference continued with the manager’s replies becoming increasingly aggressive and bad-tempered. Eventually, the event organiser decided that the only way to head off bloodshed was to wrap things up early.

That, however, did not signify the end of the players’ responsibilities. A small reception had been prepared and they were expected to mingle, provide witty conversation, and, if all else failed, flash their tits at the journalists in the hope of getting a good write-up. Fortunately, there was plenty of free booze at the event which pacified the girls, somewhat.

Ginny was knocking back her third glass of wine when a well-built man approached her. He was in his late thirties, she guessed, and looked somewhat familiar. He smiled and offered his hand.

“Hi, I’m Jacob Williams. I’m one of the correspondents for Wizarding Sports Weekly.”

“Ah, I thought I recognised you,” she exclaimed. “You used to play for the Tutshill Tornadoes, didn’t you?”

“I did indeed and I thought I’d come and have a chat with a fellow chaser. I understand that you’ve joined the Harpies virtually straight from Hogwarts, is that right?”

“Pretty much. The war put a bit of a delay on things but this is my first job after school, yes.”

“That’s quite a lot of responsibility placed on your young shoulders. I understand quite a few of your teammates are in a similar position?”

“That’s right. Gwenog decided to invest in youth and mould the team in her own image.”

“Really? I heard that she was forced to sell nearly all her players to prevent the Harpies going bankrupt.”

Ginny nearly choked on her wine. How had this bloke found that out? Doing her best to try and look innocent, she tried a policy of denying everything.

“I don’t think that’s right,” she said flippantly. “Besides, you have to admit Gwenog needed to make changes. We were bloody awful last season.”

“True, but it was practically a new team that had just been thrown together. They were showing signs of improvement towards the end, they just never recovered from that awful start. They certainly deserved to be kept together for another couple of seasons to bed in. Besides, a few of the players your mob got rid of were internationals. Do you really think it’s a good idea to get rid of players at that level and replace them with girls who have never played a professional game in their lives?”

“Err, well, you’ll have to ask the boss about that.”

“Strange, too, that there have been no transfers from other clubs. Not a Galleon was spent on transfer fees and as you lot at on probationary contracts, the wage bill must have dropped through the floor.

“Umm…”

“Of course, a little birdie might have also told me that the Harpies bankers came within a hair’s breadth of bankrupting the club. I guess that might explain the need to suddenly cash in on all your best players, eh?”

Ginny cast a quick look around her. There were far too many other journalists milling around and any one of them might overhear the conversation. She turned back to Williams.

“Is there anywhere more private where we could go to discuss this?”

“Yeah, there are some private hospitality suits upstairs. Follow me.”

Putting down her glass, Ginny followed the man as he weaved through the guests and headed towards a door at the back of the room. He then led her down a short corridor and up a set of stairs. Eventually, they arrived at a small room that was dimly lit and featured a squishy couch, a minibar, and not a lot else.

“Take a seat, Miss Weasley,” Jacob said.

Sitting down as the man firmly close the door behind him, Ginny eyed him closely, trying to decide how to play this. Perhaps it would be best to try persuasion first?

“This little birdie of yours, did it provide any firm evidence about the Harpies finances?”

“Nah, which is the only reason that it’s not already over the front page of our publication. There’s no law against speculation, though, is there? This press conference could provide me with the perfect reason to write a piece speculating as to why the Harpies have so many raw players.”

“That could finish the club. If the Ministry gets wind of it they will start looking at the club’s books with a fine toothcomb. Our fans could desert us and I’m sure the other clubs will do everything they could to put the boot in, too.”

“I’m just a journalist,” he replied, taking a seat next to her. “It’s just my job to report the truth.”

“Okay, but what happens if this team turns out to be better than the last one? You’d have egg all over your face if it turns out Gwenog has pulled a masterstroke.”

“Which is another reason why the story hasn’t appeared yet. I was going to wait until after the first game.”

“You said it yourself, though, a team needs time to bed in. It would be massively unfair to judge us on just one appearance. Couldn’t you wait until later in the season before you start printing this stuff?”

“Trouble is, the longer I wait, the more chance there is that I’ll lose my scoop. Let’s face it, if you girls prove to be shit it’s not going to take the rest of the pack long to figure out what’s going on, eh?”

Ginny nodded. What he was saying was logical. Why was he discussing this with her, though? Was he just looking for confirmation or something else?

“Is there anything I can do to convince you not to publish your story until we’ve had a fair crack at the whip?”

“I don’t know, is there?” he asked, grinning at her and putting his hands behind his head.

So that was the way it was going to be. At least he wasn’t a bad-looking bloke, she thought.

Deciding on her course of action, Ginny stood before dropping to her knees in front of him. She edged in between his legs and reached out for the zipper on his trousers. Jacob’s grin widened as he watched her lower his flies and unbuckle his belt.

“Lift your hips,” she instructed, pulling his trousers down as he did as instructed. His underpants followed allowing his cock to fall free. Ginny stared at it for a moment before taking it in her hand.

The man had a prominent foreskin and she peeled this back allowing the shiny head of his dick to emerge. Despite the forced circumstances, a shiver of excitement ran through as she held an unfamiliar cock in her hand.

It was stiffening rapidly and all it took was a few gentle strokes of her fingers for Jacob to become erect. It was quite a nice cock, she decided, and one worthy of her attention. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and began to suck.

“Oh, yeah, that feels good,” Williams moaned. “Keep doing that.”

For someone who had only seen her first cock just a few weeks before, Ginny was a fast learner. In fact, she was rapidly becoming an expert in pleasuring men. With her hand tightly gripping the base of his cock, Ginny rolled her tongue over the swollen helmet lazily, savouring the taste. She then sucked it hard for a minute or so, her head bobbing backwards and forwards as she took most of his shaft into her mouth. Hearing the man’s laboured breathing, she changed things again and began to lick her way up and down his shaft, starting at his balls and keeping going until she could flick her tongue over the slit at the top.

“Holy fuck, that’s so good,” Williams groaned, his knuckles white as he gripped the back of the sofa.

All those naughty spells weren’t the only thing Adele had taught her friends. After her performance at the signing-on party, they had implored the half-French girl to teach them how to deep throat a guy. As always, the tall girl had been generous with her knowledge.

Making sure she was breathing through her nose, Ginny took the cock back into her mouth but this time she rose up on her haunches slightly. After steadying herself, she pushed her head down allowing the thick dick to slide down her throat. Her gag reflexes kicked in almost immediately but she fought against them. With her face turning red, she pushed ever down, taking more of his length into her mouth. She hear Williams gasp as his dick vanished down her throat.

“Oh, sweet Merlin!” he gasped.

With her eyes closed, the first sign Ginny had that she’d achieved her goal was when her nose started to be ticked by the man’s pubic hair. She held her position for another few seconds before she pulled back, gasping for air and sending great globs of saliva everywhere.

“Fuck, Weasley, how did you…”

Williams never finished his sentence as Ginny, now mad with lust, crammed his dick back into her mouth. Her hand furiously wanked his shaft as she sucked as hard as she could. Jacob was crying out loud by this point as she devoured his meat.

He didn’t last much longer. Pushed beyond his endurance, he grabbed her hair and held her head as he started to thrust his cock into her mouth. He only managed a few thrusts before he let out a strangled cry and began to spunk down her throat. Ginny’s mouth quickly filled with his creamy discharge, making her cheeks puff out. She determinedly kept her lips wrapped around his shaft, however, maintaining a perfect seal. Only when he ceased spurting into her mouth did she pull back, letting her lips slide over his now-sticky helmet.

Sitting back on her heels, she looked at him. Her cheeks were still puffed out from all the spunk in her mouth and he stared at her in anticipation. Tilting her head back, she took a great gulp and let all the slimy goo slide down her throat. When it was all gone, she looked at him again and stuck out her tongue.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed.

“Did I convince you to hold off publication?” she asked, delicately wiping the corner of her mouth. “If you do, I can guarantee me and the girls can give you more of the same each time you visit the club.”

“I think you’ve convinced me. I don’t know what you’re like as a Quidditch player, Miss Weasley, but you’ve definitely got talent!”

“Oh, I have all sorts of skills,” she confirmed, standing and adjusting her clothing. “I think I need another drink. Coming?”

“Nah, I think I need a moment. I’ll see you later.”

“Laters,” she agreed and headed out the door. When she got back to the reception the first thing she did was order a large Firewhisky at the bar and chug most of it in one gulp. As she stood there, Gwenog Jones came up to her.

“I saw you go off with that slimy bastard Jacob Williams. What did that wanker want?”

“He seems to know about the club’s finances,” Ginny explained quietly. “He doesn’t have any hard evidence, though, and I think I managed to convince him not to publish anything just yet.”

“How did you do that?”

“Err, I had to blow him.”

“Good girl. You did the right thing. Hell, I had to fuck that shit a few seasons back when he had some dirt on one of my girls. He really is a rotten fucker.”

“I’m afraid I had to sort of promise that he’d been taken care of next time he visited the club.”

“Which will probably be during the first game next week. Never mind, babe, I’ll ask for a volunteer from amongst the squad. No way you should have to keep sucking him off by yourself.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“No worries. I knew you’d be an asset to this club, Weasley. You’ve got the makings of a great Harpie.”

With those encouraging words, Gwenog walked off to harangue some unsuspecting reporter. Ginny downed the rest of her drink and ordered another. After all, there was a very strange taste in her mouth.
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