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Chasing rumors	By : Croenkh Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Looking for the truth
- 2-Chapter 2
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It started with a rumor.
A stupid little rumor.
Not even one of those whispered ones
that you'd hear in passing.
Or one that's been around forever, that would be
told around campfires.
It was one of those rumors that start with the words 'get a load of this crap!'.
Just a stupid rumor.
Because if there is one thing that Hogwarts has more than enough of, it's rumors.
Many of which were rooted at least to a certain degree in reality, as many, many years of students exploring the seemingly endless parts of the castle and it's grounds.
Nothing should ever be discarded as 'too unbelievable' in this school.
Because there might always be something to it.

That very thought was what made Ginny Weasley try her best not to get caught running through empty hallways, and out the gate into the night.
She almost ran into people once or twice, but thanks to a few nifty little tricks she picked up over the years living with Fred and George, she successfully avoided all of them.
The fact that she did the same thing for the last few days already might also have helped.

For almost two weeks now Ginny spent chunks of her nights by scaling Hogwarts´ vast grounds, looking for the rumored place.
At first she only did it out of curiosity, but night after night of not finding it, her competitive nature came through.
She couldn't stand having a goal in front of her and not reaching it.
After a while her search was more to satisfy her own ego than her curiosity.

Over time she had gathered all the scraps of information she could find, and compared it all.
As with any rumor out there, there were a lot of different versions, conflicting bits, and added parts over the time.
She did her best to weed out what she thought was useless, and concentrated on parts that came up more often.
She had narrowed it down to a few possible locations, and was now checking them one at a time.
She had already crossed most of them off her list, and it bothered her to no end that she didn't find anything yet.
She was sure that there was something to this rumor.
It was way too persistent to be a fluke.

It took her a fairly long time, but she finally got to another one of her written down destinations.
It was a small clearing at a far off corner of the forbidden forest, the only thing making it at least somehow stand out was an old tree that looked like someone took out their anger on it.
Holes, tears, and a few torn off branches scattered around.
Apart from this, the clearing looked like many others like it.
Ginny took a few moments to rest, looking around her trying to find out where to go next.
She decided to head farther away from the castle while keeping to the edge of the forest. Ginny was curious, not stupid.
After probably ten more minutes of more or less aimlessly wandering around, she came to a sudden halt.
A part of the rumor that she dismissed before, as she only heard it once, was that it was near to a boulder that was shaped like a rough pyramid.
Right in front of her was a big rock that looked exactly like that.
Ginny´s heart started pounding.
Could it be? Could she really have found the place she was looking for all those nights?

Slowly she walked past the boulder, trying to calm herself, and to keep her hopes down.
It was, after all, a rumor, and could very well be a coincidence.
Or, for all she knew, it could be a stupid prank from someone who hoped to inherit her brothers´ place as the school´s jokester.
All that doubt was swiftly gone when she rounded a huge mulberry bush, to find something that looked like a cave made out of trees.
The treetops all bent to the side, forming something akin to a roof, while lots and lots of bushes between the trunks formed walls.
Ginny could not decide if it looked purposefully created, or grown naturally.
But she did not care to think about it anymore.

On the far end of this tree-cave she saw what she was looking for.
She was about to cry out in triumph when she remembered where she was, and at what time.
“Better not make too much noise”, she thought to herself.
She did not think anyone would hear her out here, but better safe than sorry.
In front of her was something that looked like a field of branches growing out of the ground.
As the rumor said, they looked kind of like hands…
It would have been pretty creepy if it weren't for the different colours of wood, making them look more like art projects.
Ginny had no idea if those things were actually grown like this by someone, or if they were just naturally growing around these parts of the forest.
And she did not care.
She was way too fascinated with everything.
Seeing that the rumor was true, or at least the part of the “hand-field” being here, made everything worth so far.
Now the question was, if the rest was true as well...

She took a stick and held it up to one of the hands. When nothing happened she let the stick touch it´s “palm”
Very slowly the fingers started to move, slightly clasping down on it.
That was kind of what she heard, though it seemed like time had over exaggerated the story a bit.
Ginny tried the same thing with a few of the other hands, all with the same sluggish reaction.
That was kind of disappointing.
She spent the next few minutes examining everything, having a bit of fun by placing random objects on the palms, watching the hands grab them slowly, and then pulling them back.
But after a very short while that got pretty boring.

Ginny was about to get up and leave, when she brushed one of the hands with her own.
A loud shriek escaped her mouth when it almost instantly clamped down on her wrist, holding her firmly.
Surprised Ginny spun around and looked at it.
That wasn't sluggish at all. And the grasp was way tighter than before, though it didn't hurt, thankfully.
She tried to get the fingers to open with her other hand, but they wouldn't budge.
Annoyed she went for her wand, but before she could reach it another hand stopped her, holding her other wrist.
Ginny tried her best to remain calm, but struggling against wooden hands didn't really feel like a situation one could stay calm in.
A second later she felt more hands. She looked down only to see two more grabbing her ankles, and another one near her knee.
She wanted to scream for help, but a hand shot up to her mouth, keeping her from it.
Ginny cursed herself. Why did she do this? Why did she enter Hogwarts´ most dangerous place on her own, looking to prove a stupid rumor true?
A rumor about… wait!
Ginny, although still unable to move much, and in the grasp of some strange plants, managed to calm her nerves a bit.
If the rumor was true so far, maybe the rest was as well?
Her heart pounded, but now rather than pure fear there was excitement mixed in.

The hands that held her didn't grab tighter, they just held her in place.
Others seemed to move slowly towards her. They seemed to grow longer in order to get near.
Now she would see if she was in terrible danger, or if the stories were true…
A hand brushed over her thighs. Another seemed to caress her butt.
Ginny exhaled sharply through her nose.
It was true. The field of pervy hands was real!
Her excitement grew.
As if they noticed, the hands grew bolder.
One ripped through her cloak, exposing how little Ginny was wearing underneath.
If today would have been a bust again, at least she'd have masturbated under the stars, as always. But that didn't seem necessary today.
Another hand wandered over her breasts. The surprisingly smooth wood felt really good.
She made a surprised noise that was muffled by the hand that still covered her mouth, when the other one pinched her nipple.
The way these wooden hands behaved didn't feel plant-like at all.
One kneaded her buttcheeks, another one played with her nipples, while a few caressed her whole body.
She felt them all over her pale skin. They played with her, gently, while holding her firmly down.
Moments later one ripped off her panties, which were already soaked.
Two of the hands massaged her inner thighs that glistened in the moonlight that shone through the leaf-roof.
Forgotten was Ginny´s fear, the whole situation turned her on way too much.
She often fantasized about being played with by someone, and now it seemed like that fantasy was coming true.
Though instead of a hot headed hunk´s hands she was now in many, many hands that would have their way with her.
Her head jolted upwards when she felt a stinging pain on her backside.
She just got spanked…
The other hands still caressed her, almost carefully, when she felt another slap.
And another. And another.
Ginny couldn't do anything but let it happen. But she also didn't particularly mind…
By now it was completely impossible to tell how many hands were on her. It felt like every inch of her body below her neck was covered in them, yet they all had enough space to move, caress, pinch, and explore her.
Then she finally felt it; One of the hands extended a finger, touching her wet outer lips.
Ginny moaned, only then realising that the hand that had covered her mouth was gone.
But she didn't scream. Didn't try to fight back.
Ginny enjoyed.

One finger. All it was was one finger that played with her pussy.
Not even that, it played around her pussy.
But it made her almost go insane.
Every other hand seemed to know exactly what to do, where to go, how to push her buttons.
Ginny had never been so aroused in her life, and she tried quite a few things over the past months.
Those hands did everything right, and more.
But all she could focus at the moment was that one finger that refused to enter her.
“Come on, come oooon nn…”, she moaned, hoping it would finally stop teasing her.
And it did. But not the way she hoped.
The hand pulled back.
“You gotta be KIDDING me!”, Ginny hissed.
The other hands kept going.
Her breasts got much attention, getting kneaded, lightly slapped around, her nipples pinched, stretched, played with.
The hands on her ass were equally busy, massaging, occasionally spanking.
It felt amazing.
Those hands played with her whole body.
Tingling sensations all around, fingers gliding over her silky skin, caressing her, claiming her.
But only on the outside.
She needed more.
Her excitement grew, but it could not overflow like she would have wanted.
She needed something in her pussy.

The finger came back.
“Oh, thank god…”, she sighed.
Two fingers were on her pussy now. But instead of finally entering her, they only spread her lips.
Annoyed Ginny looked down, and her eyes grew wide.
Between the sea of hands there was something else.
Something else grew out of the ground.
It did not have the same handshape as the rest.
It basically didn't have a shape at all.
A long, smooth piece of wood with a rounded tip was right in front of her pussy.
There it stopped, perfectly still.
All the hands on her body stopped in their tracks as well.
Nothing moved anymore.
Ginny was confused. Then her body reminded her of her arousal.
She tried moving, tried to get any kind of response, any sensation at all from the hands.
She wanted them to grope her more.
But they all were perfectly still.
“No, no, nonono no…”, she quietly pleaded. “You can't stop now!”
She tried shifting her weight, tried anything to at least rub on some of the hands, but to no avail.
“Come on! Do something!”, she barked.
No reaction.
She felt a breeze over her mostly naked body, cold on her dripping wet pussy.
Her dripping wet pussy with a wooden dildo, that was supposed to move, in front of.
“Move, you piece of firewood!”, she shouted in desperation.
“Come on and fuck me!”
As if that was all they had waited for, everything suddenly started to move again.
A surprised cry changed into a loud moan when the thing entered Ginny.
It slid in without much resistance. It filled her completely.
Then it pulled back, just to thrust in anew.
“God yes, YES…”, Ginny moaned, not caring about keeping quiet anymore.
There was no way she could keep quiet.
Hands all over her body played with her, caressed her, letting her arousal grow, and now finally something gave her the sensation she needed to get over the top.
After only a few thrusts she felt it rise in her.
The warmth grew, the excitement rose, and her whole body shook at last, as she finally climaxed.
If someone was nearby they´d definitely heard her.
But she didn't care. Her moans just kept coming, just like her.
Wave after wave of pleasure went through her, accented by the hands playing with her breasts, her ass, her whole body.
The wooden member kept sliding in and out, slowly, in rhythm with her pleasure.
After a while all of the hands slowly retreated from her body, only holding her enough to make her safely sink to the soft, moss covered forest floor.
Exhaustedly panting she stayed there for a while.

That was worth it. Worth the time and effort.
Worth finding ways to ask people about the rumor without seeming to interested.
Worth the time spent comparing notes, trying to make anything out of it, and finding this place.

After what felt like an eternity, Ginny slowly rose to her knees.
The hands were still again, a small distance away from her, just like when she found them.
The wooden dildo nowhere to be seen.
She had found the rumored place. She had uncovered the secret.
But no one needed to know…
Ginny grinned to herself. She wouldn't tell anyone about it.
Hell, she´d deny having ever heard of it, if she were asked.
But she'd come back. She would definitely come back…
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