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The Oldest Profession	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 30071 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 1

“Ow! Bloody hell, Ginny, take it easy, would you?”

“Well, stop squirming around. How am I supposed to do this if you keep moving about?”

“You’re being too rough! What are you trying to do, rip my todger off?”

“Stop moaning. Do you want me to do this or not?”

“Of course, but I want you to do it properly. I paid ten Sickles for this, you know.”

“It’s not my fault. I’ve never done anything like this before. Why isn’t it getting hard?”

“Because you keep tugging on it like you’re trying to rip it off! Be gentler, for Merlin’s sake!”

“What’s going on here?”

Suddenly, the lights in the previously dark corridor flared and a shocked squeal echoed around the stone walls. Now clearly illuminated against the far wall was a dark-haired young man wearing the house colours of Ravenclaw. The youth was in something of a panic which might be explained by the fact that he had his trousers undone and his penis was resting in the hand of a short, red-haired girl wearing the colours of Gryffindor. Two well-built young men also wearing Gryffindor uniforms marched into the light.

“Ginny, what the hell are you doing?” Fred Weasley demanded in an angry voice.

“More to the point, what does this soon-to-be-dead Ravenclaw think he’s doing with our sister?” George Weasley growled.

“Oh, shit!” the boy exclaimed, hurriedly doing up his trousers. “I’m sorry! It’s not what you think, honest!”

“Really? So you weren’t getting a hand-job from our little sister, then?”

“I… err… I… don’t kill me!” the boy begged.

“What’s your name?” George demanded.

“Michael Corner.”

“Well, Michael Corner, here’s what’s going to happen next. You are going to run back to your dorm as fast as your little legs can carry you, ‘cos in five minutes we’re going to come after you…”

“… and when we catch you, you’re going to look like you’ve gone ten rounds with a Blast-Ended Skrewt!”

After giving the solidly-built twins one fearful glance, Corner took off like he had the hounds of hell at his heels. The sound of his feet echoed down the corridor as he ran.

“And if we ever see you around Ginny again, you’re dead,” Fred yelled at the vanishing boy before turning his head back towards his glaring sister. “Explain.”

“What’s it to you?” she snapped. “You’re not my keeper, Fred Weasley.”

“No, but we are your elder brothers who have a responsibility to keep an eye on you,” he retorted. "What would Mum say if we told her about this?”

“You wouldn’t!” she cried, horrified at the idea.

“We might, unless you start explaining what you were doing,” Fred insisted.

“Yeah, in particular why a bloke that we thought was your new boyfriend was paying you ten Sickles to tug him off,” George added.

“Oh, you heard that bit, did you?”

“Yup,” George said. “You’ve got some explaining to do, missy.”

Ginny sighed. “Michael’s not really my boyfriend, you know. I mean, I quite like him but it’s clear he only wanted one thing. As I’m desperate for cash, I figured that I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted for free.”

“Why the sudden need for money?” Fred asked.

“To buy a new broom,” Ginny explained. “My broom barely works and the school ones are shite, too. How am I going to make the Gryffindor team flying on those things?”

“Still trying to become a Quidditch star, are you?” George noted with a smirk.

Ginny scowled at him but didn’t deny it.

“So, you effectively whored yourself out for a few Sickles in the hope you’ll be able to buy a new broom one day, eh? You’re going to have to wank a lot of boys off to get enough money at that rate.”

“Yeah, the going rate for a standard hand job is a Galleon,” George explained. “More if you get your kit off while you do it.”

“Wait a minute! How do you know that?” she demanded.

Fred shrugged. “It’s what our girls charge.”

“Your girls?”

“Yeah, although we are only running just the two girls at the moment,” George informed her. “We’ve had more in the past but we lost two other girls when they graduated at the end of the last term and we’re having trouble recruiting replacements. It’s harder than you think to find good-looking students willing to do dirty deeds for cash. Merlin’s balls, there are some ugly females in the lower years.”

“You two are telling me that you’re acting as pimps… right here in Hogwarts?” Ginny gasped.

“Hey, we need money, too!” Fred objected. “We need cash if we’re going to open our joke shop after school. Besides, we provide an important service here at Hogwarts. If we didn’t do this, you bet some Slytherin would and he wouldn’t treat the girls half as good as we do.”

“Yeah, no one ever gives our employees any trouble and if they do they end up bloody regretting it,” George added.

“So, you just protect these girls, do you?” Ginny asked.

“Heavens, no,” Fred said. “Not only do we protect them, but we also find punters for them, too. Every male senior in the school knows we’re the guys to come to if they want a bit of slap and tickle.”

“We find the girls' customers, collect their fee, source discrete places for them to do their thing, and generally provide them with our management skills,” George added.

“You find customers for your girls? They don’t have to find them themselves?” Ginny asked, suddenly looking interested.

“That’s right,” George confirmed, “and before you say anything, don’t think we’re going to help you in this mad scheme of yours. I don’t care how much you need a new broom, we’re not going to line up boys for you to toss off to earn it. You’re our sister, for fucks sake.”

“Umm, George? A private word in your shell-like,” Fred said, dragging his brother off to the side.

“You cannot be serious,” George growled when he saw the expression on his brother’s face. “You are not seriously considering pimping out our baby sister.”

“We’ve done worse,” Fred pointed out.

George thought for a minute. “Okay, yes, we’ve done worse, but I still can’t believe you’re thinking of doing this.”

“Look at it this way,” Fred began. “Ginny has always been headstrong and it’s pretty clear that she’s got it into her mind that this is an easy way to make money. Even if we tell her she can’t, she’s more than likely to just go off and do it behind our backs. Besides, we’re short of talent and we’ll lose Zoe at the end of term with no replacement in sight. That would just leave us with Marigold and, Merlin knows, she’s a bit of an acquired taste for a lot of blokes.”

George looked far from convinced.

“If we take her under our wing we can at least look after her,” Fred continued. “If she goes freelance she’ll get eaten alive by some of those cunts in Slytherin. Probably a few Ravenclaws, too, now I think about it. We can all earn a bit of cash and keep her safe at the same time.”

“Ginny knows nothing about this. You heard that Ravenclaw guy – she nearly pulled his cock off. Are you forgetting that we normally oversee training of the girls or do you suddenly fancy a bit of incest?”

“Not even I’m that perverted,” Fred scoffed. “Nah, we have other options in the training department. Zoe will help out if nothing else.”

“Well… okay. I guess she will just go off and start doing it herself if we don’t intervene,” George agreed reluctantly. “We need to be upfront on what she’s getting herself into, though.”

“Agreed. Let’s go and talk to her.”

The twins walked back to where Ginny was standing and watching them intently. She looked like she was about ready to pull her wand on them.

“Calm down, sis, we’re prepared to help you,” Fred announced immediately.

“That said, you need to understand what you’re getting into,” George told her. “Just giving the odd hand job isn’t going to cut it. You’re going to need to do more than that.”

“Like what?” she asked.

With a smirk on his lips, Fred pulled out a sheet of parchment from his pocket and handed it to his sister. She looked at it and her jaw dropped.

“What the bloody hell is this?”

“A tariff for services provided,” Fred explained. “It’s charmed so it appears to be about Quidditch practices unless we press it in a certain place when we hand it to someone. Basically, this tells potential punters what they can get for a certain price. You will note that hand jobs start at a Galleon. You were underselling yourself and I bet that git Corner knew that.”

“Blimey,” Ginny gasped as she read the parchment. “Would I be expected to do all this stuff?”

“Not at first. The Weasley brothers are very proud of the quality of service our girls provide and you, my dear sister, do not have the skill or the knowledge to attempt half this stuff. The fact that you nearly pulled Corner’s cock off shows you don’t know what you’re doing yet.”

“I guess,” she admitted. “Some of this stuff is pretty perverted, though. I mean, you actually found girls that are prepared to take it up the bum?”

“Oh, that’s a favourite amongst the pure-bloods. They’re heavily into bumming each other,” George told her.

“You wouldn’t be expected to do anything like that at first,” Fred explained. “We’ll start you off simply with just hand and blow jobs before we get you to do anything more serious. We’ll even give you our reduced commission rate of just twenty per cent.”

“Twenty! I am bloody family, remember,” Ginny shrieked.

“Normally for unskilled girls who have just started out we charge forty,” George pointed out. “Twenty is what we charge Zoe, our most experienced girl. Take it or leave it, short stuff.”

“Okay, twenty,” Ginny sighed. “So, what happens now?”

“Now we arrange for Zoe to give you a bit of training,” Fred said. “We can’t have you going about trying to wrench the cock off of all our punters, can we?”

Ginny nodded sadly in agreement.
Two days later, Ginny met Zoe Bainbridge for the first time. She was a tall, attractive brunette in her seventh year. It was clear to Ginny immediately why boys would pay considerable sums to bed her, such was her knock-out figure and good looks. What was really surprising her though was that the girl was a Slytherin.

“Hey, we’re not all evil, pure-blood supremacists, you know,” Zoe said once Ginny had expressed her surprise that she was working with her Gryffindor brothers, “and not all of us come from well-to-do families, either. I realised ages ago that my body was going to be the key to my fortune and by working with Fred and George I’ve not only built up a mass of experience but I’ve accumulated a nice little nest egg to get me going once I leave school next summer. I have to say, I’ve had a lot of fun, too. Your brothers make sure that I don’t have to deal with any of the uglier sides to this business so I can concentrate on the more enjoyable parts.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. I have to say, though, I never dreamed that they’d get their own sister involved in all this. Still, you’re definitely pretty enough, it’s just the training that’s going to be the problem.”

“Why?”

“Because Fred and George normally train their girls themselves. George was the first bloke I ever shagged… or was it Fred? Anyway, they personally see to it that all the girls under their care are fully experienced before starting work. Between them, your brothers have had me in every position and situation imaginable. I’m pretty certain that isn’t how you want to learn the trade.”

“Oh, Merlin, no!”

“I did try to get some of my regulars to allow you to sit in and watch while we got down to business but they’ve all become bashful for some reason. This means your training will have to be hypothetical, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Now, you do know how your brothers do this, don’t you? About the magical contracts?”

Ginny shook her head.

“Obviously, if the teachers ever caught on to what was going on everyone involved would be expelled. To protect us from those that have big mouths, when a punter goes to hire one of us for a specific service they have to sign a magical contract when they pay. It prevents them from ever speaking about what they are doing or about who is involved. Apparently, this sort of thing has been going on at Hogwarts for hundreds of years and no one has ever caught on which just goes to show the system works.”

“Wow, so even if in a year I run into some bloke who I gave a hand job, he won’t be able to talk about it?” Ginny asked.

“Oh, he’ll be able to talk to you about it because you’re part of the contract, but he can’t let anyone else know. He is even under a compulsion to make sure no one finds out by accident, so they won’t be able to bring it up with you in public or anything. Our privacy is guaranteed.”

“Cool.”

“The other problem, of course, is of getting discovered while ‘doing the act’ so to speak. That’s why Fred and George have prepared a large number of unused classrooms and storerooms with multiple layers of magical protection. We switch between them so nowhere stands out, but they’re set up so that all we need to do is activate the charms with a tap of our wands once we’re inside. I tell you, I doubt McGonagall or Dumbledore himself could break those charms, certainly not without giving the people inside plenty of warning. Your brothers are bloody geniuses, Ginny, I kid you not.”

“I always knew they were smarter than they like to let on,” Ginny confirmed. “They like it when people underestimate them.”

“Very true,” Zoe agreed. “Right, time to get on with your training.”

At this point, Zoe reached into her school bag and withdrew a large carrot. Ginny stared at it in surprise.

“What’s that for?”

“This, sweetie, is going to have to represent a cock. Your brothers told me your technique was a little rough. I’m going to use this to show you what you should be doing.”

Ginny sighed. In truth, she’d been a bit pissed off with Michael when she’d agreed to toss him off but even she had to admit that she didn’t really know what she was doing. As Zoe began to demonstrate the best method to satisfy a horny male, Ginny watched intently. If she was going to do this, she decided, she’d best do it well.
To her surprise, Ginny’s first gig was the very next day. Fred had intercepted her during lunch to informer her that they’d lined up a job for her. Fortunately, she was being broken in gently and all she had to do was give the punter a straightforward hand job. She wouldn’t even need to remove any clothing.

While she was grateful for not having to do anything more involved, it would be a comparatively small payday. She’d already told Michael Corner to fuck off when he’d approached her earlier demanding a refund as he hadn’t finished. The guilty look on his face when she’d revealed she found the true going rate for such an act confirmed that he’d known exactly what he had been doing. He’d fled when she’d suggested that her brothers were still deeply unhappy with him and planning their revenge. While she’d earn more for this gig even after the twins took out their commission, as they had noted, she’d have to wank off a lot of boys to be able to afford a decent broom. Still, this was a start.

The real surprise about today’s gig was that the punter was younger than her. It was only when she turned a corner and saw the boy standing outside their designated meeting place did she realise just how young.

Stewart Ackerley was a 2^nd year Ravenclaw. He was fairly short, with well-tended blond hair and a neatly pressed uniform. He was also quite visibly terrified and from the moment he caught sight of Ginny approaching looked like he was ready to run.

“Hi, are you Stewart?”

“Yes,” the boy squeaked with his eyes bulging in fear.

“Great, I’m Ginny. Shall we go inside?” she asked, gesturing to the unused classroom they were standing outside of. Stewart nodded but his legs were visibly trembling as he entered. As soon as they were both inside Ginny tapped her wand on the door frame which activated the magic protections that her brothers had previously placed on the room. From this point, it would take a Curse Breaker to get inside, assuming that anyone would want to get into a disused classroom on a Wednesday night.

Stewart stood awkwardly fidgeting off to one side. The boy looked so scared that Ginny wondered why he had paid money to get a handjob in the first place. For some reason, she started to feel very sorry for the lad and decided to try and settle his nerves.

“Well, here we are,” she announced. “Why don’t you sit down and relax?”

The boy gingerly sat down on a blue couch that her brothers had provided to give her a place to perform her new profession. With a friendly smile on her lips, Ginny sat down next to him.

“So, have you ever done anything like this before?” she asked.

“No, never,” Stewart squeaked.

“Umm, okay. Err, don’t get me wrong, but aren’t you a little young to be hiring girls to wank you off?”

“It was my uncle’s idea,” the boy explained. “He attended Hogwarts years ago and regularly hired girls back then. He always said it made a man of him and wanted me to do the same. My uncle sent me the money to do this, actually.”

This surprised Ginny. She’d assumed that running prostitutes had been Fred and George’s idea but it seemed such services had been available much earlier. Perhaps her brothers had taken over the operation from someone else?

“You know, you don’t have to do everything your uncle tells you,” Ginny said.

“I know but, well, I’ve paid now and I do want to do this, really. It’s just that I’m a bit nervous.”

“Okay, sweetheart, if you’re sure. What I need you to do is take off your shoes, then your trousers and underwear. Just strip from the waist down, okay? We don’t want you making a mess of your clothing, do we?”

This had been Zoe’s advice. Young men could be indiscriminate as to where they shot their loads, she’d explained, and it was easier to avoid getting it on clothing than trying to use a spell to get it out afterwards. Spunk, apparently, was quite magic resistant except when it came to birth control charms.

Stewart did as he was told, although his cheeks burned bright red as he shed his clothing. Eventually, he stood wearing just his shirt and tie, with his hands positioned to cover his private parts. Ginny instructed him to sit back down and, as soon as he was seated, pushed his hands away and lifted his shirt to reveal his dick.

Sadly, it wasn’t an impressive sight. The boy was young and scared, that was obvious. He had a prominent foreskin and his manhood had retreated far inside the fleshy cover. Sympathy welled up inside Ginny again and she felt a certain amount of hostility to Stewart’s uncle who probably bullied him into this. Still, this was probably the lad’s first sexual experience and she was determined it would be a good one.

Gently, she reached out and using only her thumb and forefinger grasped his small cock. She felt it twitch at her touch and it swelled, just a little. With the utmost care, she began to move her hand slowly back and forth, tenderly stroking the young man. Stewart himself whimpered softly but remained rooted to his seat

Blood began to flow and the boy’s glands made an appearance from beneath his foreskin. As his cock hardened, Ginny wrapped more of her fingers around his lengthening shaft, ever so slightly tightening her grip and increasing her speed. Stewart’s breathing became more laboured as his penis began to stand up erect with his helmet now hard and shiny.

For her part, Ginny started to feel arousal build within her. Oh, little Stewart did nothing for her and she would never dream of becoming a cradle snatcher, but holding the boy’s now hard cock in her hand was starting to do it for her. She’d never had the chance to see Michael’s manhood erect and wondered if it would have been substantially larger than the one she now held. Even this twelve-year-old example was enough to make her nipples harden, she noted, and she began to fantasise about how many cocks she’d get to hold if she continued working for her brothers.

“How does that feel?” she asked with her mouth very close to the boy’s ear.

“Oh, the feels bloody marvellous,” Stewart gasped. “It’s never been this big or hard before.”

“That’s because I’ve never held it before,” she purred with new-found confidence flooding through her. It was somehow empowering for her to be able to deliver such pleasure with just the touch of her hand. “Want me to go faster?”

“Yes, please!”

Ginny duly obliged, her right hand pumping the throbbing dick harder and harder. Stewart began to moan and writhe where he sat. His legs began to twitch as she wanked him faster and faster, and she watched in fascination as his glands grew ever more swollen and red. Her own body responded and she felt dampness in her crotch. Ginny began to realise that she was genuinely loving the feel of the boy’s rock-hard member in her hand. Her pace increased further as she watched the end of his cock like a hawk, hungry for him to spill his seed out all over the place. She didn’t have long to wait.

From what little she knew, she’d assumed that boys all spurted their jizz out like they were having a wee. This didn’t happen with Stewart and instead, a thick glob of spunk dripped out slowly from the slit at the end of his cock. Despite her furious pumping of his shaft, the glob gently ran down his length and over her fingers almost in slow motion. A second later, there was a small spurt of creamy whiteness which was more in line with what she had expected but this was followed by another slow dollop of cum. The boy hadn’t finished, however, and for a final act managed to squirt another jet out like a fountain. With a strangled moan, Stewart slumped back into the couch.

Fascinated, Ginny lifted her hand and watched as the thick liquid dripped from her fingers onto the floor. If Zoe was to be believed, Ginny would soon have to add blowjobs to her list of services and would have to swallow the stuff which was covering her hand. Cautiously, she dipped her left index finger in the liquid and brought it to her mouth. Apart from a slight saltiness, it didn’t taste of anything in particular.

“What are you doing?”

Stewart’s voice made her jump and she turned her head to see him looking up at her with wide eyes.

“Oh, just sampling it to see if it was good,” she replied, trying to sound like this was something she did all the time. “Yours tastes yummy.”

The boy looked at her like he was going to have a heart attack but then said something which called her bluff.

“Why don’t you have some more, then,” he said, his voice shaking with excitement.

Caught up in her own lie, Ginny had no choice other than to start to lick up all the cum coating her right hand. At first, she felt a little sick having to swallow all the gunk but, much to her surprise, she soon became used to it. She ran her tongue over her jizz-encrusted digits and her palm. Quite a lot of the stuff had landed on the back of her hand and she made sure she licked up every last drop. Stewart watched mesmerised.

“There, you got that little show for free. You only paid for a wank and not to watch me lick up your load,” she announced when she’d finished. “Consider that a gift for being a good boy.”

“Thanks!”

“So, did you enjoy yourself?”

“It was brilliant,” he gushed. “I’m going to ask Uncle Milton to send me money at Christmas so I can have you do that to me again!”

“A repeat customer already. I must be doing well,” Ginny noted with a grin. “Let me cast a couple of Cleaning Charms and then you can get dressed again.”

It didn’t take long to clean them both up and for Stewart to put his clothes back on. As they turned to leave, on impulse, Ginny leaned over and kissed the startled boy on the cheek.

“I’ll expect to see you again once that dirty old uncle of yours has replenished your funds,” she told him. “Go and see Fred or George again when you have the money and we’ll have some more fun. Okay?”

“Definitely! Thanks, Ginny.”

With that, Ginny cancelled the magical protection on the classroom and let Stewart out. The boy practically danced down the corridor and she was certain that a relative of his was shortly going to be in possession of a glowing letter of thanks.

As she closed the door to the classroom behind her, Ginny paused. Tonight had gone really well and she’d surprisingly enjoyed the whole experience, not to mention given young Ackerley the time of his short life. It was starting to dawn on her just how angry she must have been when she’d attempted to toss off her ex-boyfriend. Still, it proved that there was nothing wrong with her technique, just her choice of male friends.

“Fuck Michael Corner,” she growled to herself.

From this point on, she was going to have plenty of male company and she would get well paid for the privilege.

Whistling happily to herself, she headed back to the Gryffindor common room to report the success of her first gig to her brothers.
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