Chapter 12: When One Chapter Closes... - A Vow of Control

"Thanks for coming to protect me, Mr. Potter, sir. I feel so much more comfortable knowing that you're here to keep me safe."

I'll bet you are, Astoria thought to herself, fighting to keep the look of distaste off of her face as Elizabeth Freeman, starting seeker for the Holyhead Harpies, batted her eyelashes at Harry. She was an attractive enough witch, Astoria would concede that much. It wasn't difficult to understand why she had a decent following among horny male quidditch fans, including the one who had apparently gotten a little too obsessed with his crush and sent the creepy letter that was the reason Harry had been called out here in the first place.

"Tell me, Miss Freeman, have you gone through any incidents similar to this one, or is this the first time you've gotten a fan letter of this nature?" Harry was keeping things strictly professional and focusing on his job, which lifted Astoria's spirits some. Elizabeth pouted at his refusal to acknowledge her obvious flirtation, and now it was a smile rather than a scowl that Astoria fought not to show.

"Oh, I've gotten plenty of suggestive letters before," she said. "I suppose that comes with the territory when you look like I do." She brushed her long black hair back off of her forehead dramatically and did a little half-stretch that was clearly designed to draw attention to her breasts in her quidditch uniform. She really was a shameless slut!

"But nothing this severe, I'm assuming, since this is the first report we've gotten and it didn't make any mention of this being a recurring issue?" Harry wasn't even so much as looking at her body, or if he was he was doing it so subtly that Astoria couldn't catch it despite how closely she was watching.

"No," Elizabeth said. She sighed, giving up on her overtures for the time being in the face of Harry's complete lack of response. "Nothing that went beyond sweet flirtations, desperate marriage proposals or explicit comments about what they'd like to do to me in the locker room after a game."

"I see. Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it," Harry said. "I've got some security measures in place around all of the entrances to the stadium as well as the locker room, and if this obsessed fan even thinks about trying anything today, I'll be there to stop him. Just focus on your game and leave this to me."

"I will, thank you!" Elizabeth said. "I'm going to be able to forget all my worries and do my very best thanks to knowing that you're here, Mister Potter! I'll catch the snitch today just for you!" She winked at him, but had to turn away when Gwenog Jones, retired beater turned manager of the Harpies, cleared her throat to catch Elizabeth's attention and inclined her head towards the locker room. Elizabeth sighed, nodded at her coach and then looked back at Harry.

"Gotta go now, Mister Potter," she said. "Wish me luck!" She turned and walked away, wiggling her arse as she went. Astoria shook her head, and Harry chuckled at her.

"If you're done glaring daggers at the woman we're here to protect, what do you say we get back to work, assistant?"

"Well, that was anticlimactic."

"Anticlimactic isn't a bad thing when it comes to making an arrest," Harry said, not looking up at Astoria as he finished filling out the report on the obsessed pervert he'd come to stop. Said pervert had already been apprehended and taken away by a couple of aurors that Harry summoned to transport him. He himself remained behind to communicate with the Harpies and fill out his report.

"Maybe not, but it's sure as hell boring to watch," she said. "He couldn't have been any more obvious about it if he tried."

Elizabeth's obsessed fan bore a stunning resemblance to Gregory Goyle, and his behavior today had suggested he had a similar level of intellect. He'd come through the gate loudly talking about proclaiming his undying love for Elizabeth after she caught the snitch today; he'd even used some of the specific phrasing from the letter. He looked about ready to piss himself when Harry popped out with his wand drawn and pulled him aside for questioning, and he'd confessed almost immediately. He'd been planning to sneak into the Harpies' locker room and propose to Elizabeth after the game and seemed genuinely hurt when Astoria bluntly told him the seeker wanted nothing to do with him. No devious mastermind, this one; just a socially awkward fool with a creepy obsession with a woman he'd never actually spoken to.

"I suppose it's not all bad," Astoria said. "Since you're already done, we can get out of here and fuck." She was eager to finally get to it; he had a week's worth of sexual frustration to fuck out of her. That made it all the more frustrating when Harry shook his head.

"Can't," he said. He leaned back in his chair, not that he had much room to relax in the tiny closet that he'd turned into a makeshift office.

"Can't?" she repeated, frowning. "Why not?"

"Contractual obligations," he said. "The aurors promised that I'd be here during the game. I can't leave until it's over."

"But you already caught the creep!" she protested.

"Doesn't matter. The rules still have to be followed. The only justification for me to leave before the game ended would be if I needed to go elsewhere as part of my investigation. Since the investigation is obviously over already, we're stuck here until someone catches the snitch."

"Ugh!" Astoria stamped her foot; this was getting annoying! Stupid technicalities were getting in the way of the dicking she so desperately needed! "So what do you have to do, then? Sit around and stare at the entrance to the stadium like a loon until the game ends?"

"No. I don't actually have to do anything. Now that I've filled out my report for Tonks, my job is done. I can spend my time however I want; I just need to physically be somewhere in the stadium until the game ends, after which I'll speak to Gwenog and Elizabeth and we'll close the case officially.

"So we can go wherever we want, and do whatever we want?" she asked for clarification.

"I mean, within reason, sure," he said, shrugging. "Gwenog offered us use of her private box if we want to go and watch the game without getting mobbed by people."

"No," she said, shaking her head right away. "I have no interest in watching quidditch, and besides, it's too hot outside." She was neutral on the game to begin with; it was her father and her sister who had a fondness for quidditch, while she and her mother merely tolerated it. But even if she'd been a quidditch superfan she would have had no interest in taking in the game today. There was only one thing she wanted, and she'd traveled all the way here just to get it.

"I'm assuming you have something else in mind?" He grinned at her, and she knew he was aware of what she wanted from him. Earlier on in their strange 'relationship' it would have felt humiliating to show him just how much she needed this, but they were way past that at this point. She needed his dick and she wasn't ashamed of that.

This cramped excuse for an office just wasn't going to do though. Sure, it might suffice if they were just going to squeeze in a quick fuck up against the wall, but she wanted more than that. Pro quidditch matches sometimes lasted for several hours, and she planned to have her fun with Harry's dick until the match was over, no matter how long that happened to be. In order to pull that off they were both going to need more room to work with.

The perfect answer popped into her head: the private dressing room that had been set up for Elizabeth back before they'd caught the pervert. She had no need for it now that the loser was in custody, which meant that it was wide open and just begging to be used.

"Come with me," she said, throwing the door open and walking away, trusting that he would follow. What the hell else was he going to do? Watch quidditch? No, Harry loved quidditch as much as the next bloke, but he wasn't so obsessed with the game that he would pass up on sex to watch a midseason game between two teams near the middle of the pack. "I know the perfect way we can pass the time."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Astoria threw her head back and clung to Harry while he fucked another orgasm out of her. "Oh, Merlin, I missed this! Fuck!"

The fans roared out in the stadium as the match continued, but those losers could have their stupid quaffle and snitch. Astoria was having a much more rewarding experience in the private dressing room.

This was what she'd needed so badly. Once it became clear that Draco wasn't going to pay her the slightest bit of attention during their 'vacation', that he'd brought her along only to keep up appearances, she'd spent days thinking about this. She'd needed Harry's cock back inside of her like she'd needed few things over the course of her life, and now she was getting it at last.

He had her pinned to the wall and was shagging her hard enough to make her naked body thump against it, not that anyone could have heard it. They'd put silencing spells on the door, but even if someone had been around there's no way they would have heard it over the roar of the crowd.

Harry kept slamming home into her long after her orgasm faded, and Astoria wasn't even thinking about the game now, or about Draco or the obsessed fan or anything else. Her mind was on one thing and one thing only: having Harry Potter's cock inside of her once again. He was right where he belonged and she never wanted to go so long without it again.

Her lover was just as focused on fucking her as she was on enjoying it, and that pleased her a great deal. She had no doubt that he'd had others in his bed while she was gone , but if he was going at her this hard he'd probably missed her, or missed this at least, nearly as much as she had.

They were both so focused on their sexual reunion that they didn't even hear the roar of the crowd die down as the snitch was caught and the game came to an end.

Ginny Weasley grumbled to herself, still fuming over the loss. How had they failed to beat the Kenmare Kestrels?!

Personally, she blamed Elizabeth. Maybe if she'd been more focused on actually catching the snitch and less focused on bragging about how 'Mister Potter' was going to be right at her side (even though the stalker was already caught), she could have caught the snitch and brought them a much-needed win.

Ginny, never one to rein in her temper, had blown up at her teammate in the locker room afterwards. Gwenog had had to step in between them to defuse it before curses started flying, and she'd suggested that Ginny make use of the private changing room that had been set up for Elizabeth back when her stalker situation was still unresolved. Elizabeth had protested that she should be the one to use it since it had been set up for her in the first place, but Gwenog had angrily made it clear that she had a major tongue-lashing coming her way for her performance today that she wasn't going to get out of.

That had given Ginny some small measure of satisfaction, but she was still in a sour mood when she made it to the room that had been set up for Elizabeth. At first she thought her anger had something to do with her failure to open the door at first, but then she realized that the knob wasn't turning because it was locked. That was strange; why was the door locked if no one was inside of it?

No matter; this wasn't a lock that could be undone with a simple unlocking charm, but when she poured a bit of her magic into it and it recognized her as an authorized member of the Holyhead Harpies, the lock broke and she was free to step inside. And then she realized why the door had been locked. It wasn't unoccupied after all.

The snooty blonde aristocratic face of Astoria Malfoy was recognizable enough, even if she'd never seen it thrown back in pleasure. As for the man who was driving his hips into her and fucking her against the wall? While Ginny couldn't see his face, she knew his identity regardless. It had been some months since she'd seen it, but she'd recognize Harry Potter's naked arse anywhere. It'd been tough to say goodbye to that cute arse, as well as to the man it belonged to. She truly had cared about him, after all. But she'd been so sure it was the right decision, so convinced that he just wasn't a man that would be able to give her what she needed in bed.

What she was seeing right now had her questioning everything she'd ever known, because Harry was fucking Astoria with a ferocity that he'd never shown the slightest hint of when they were together. He'd always treated Ginny so tenderly in bed, and while his love and affection was nice, his constant concern over whether she felt good or whether he was moving too fast or too hard had sucked all the fun right out of sex. She didn't mind making love with him, but every once in awhile she wanted him to fuck her and fuck her hard, and she hadn't believed he was capable of that.

So where the hell had this come from? When had her ex-boyfriend turned into a man who would pin a witch (a married witch at that!) to the wall and fuck her brains out in a public place like this? And why was he showing this hidden side of himself to Astoria fucking Malfoy, of all people? Why hadn't he ever done this with her?

Ginny merely watched, not sure whether it was shock, desire, jealousy or any one of a thousand different emotions that kept her silent and motionless. Her feelings were too muddled for her to make any sense of them right now, so rather than leave or do anything that might draw attention to herself she shut the door behind her as quietly as she could and watched the show.

Astoria leaned her head forward to rest it on Harry's shoulder while he humped her, and as she did so her eyes met with Ginny's. Blue eyes looked into brown, and a smirk spread on her face. Rather than alerting Harry that they had a visitor, she hooked her legs around his waist and moaned loudly.

"That's it, Harry!" Astoria panted, looking straight at Ginny as she did. "Give it to me! Give me that nice big cock! Fuck me hard!"

So that's how she wanted to play it. This woman was bold, Ginny had to give her that. She didn't look the least bit worried even though she'd just been caught cheating on her husband. Ginny wasn't about to go blabbing to Draco; she held no fondness for the man and did not buy his redeemed act in the slightest, plus she wouldn't want to get Harry in any sort of trouble. Could Astoria be certain of that though? Maybe she was too turned on at the thought of rubbing this in Ginny's face to worry about the potential consequences.

Ginny wasn't going to tolerate it though. She'd been frozen in shock at seeing a side of Harry that she'd never seen before, but she was too worked up and frustrated over her loss to sit back and let Astoria taunt her. She cleared her throat loudly, making sure Harry knew he and Astoria weren't alone anymore.

He pulled out of Astoria so quickly that she yelped and nearly fell as her feet hit the ground beneath her, but Harry wasted no time in checking on her. He spun around with narrowed eyes, likely in preparation to defend himself in case she was an attacker, and Ginny gasped at how he looked in that moment. She'd known that Harry was a rising star in the aurors, but knowing how capable he was and seeing it for herself were two different things. Even without a wand in his hand he looked frighteningly powerful, and it caused Ginny's heart to race.

"Ginny?" He looked surprised to see her, though he did relax out of the fighting position he'd assumed now that he knew he wasn't facing an imminent threat. "Why are you in here?" Ginny was impressed at how calm he seemed even after having just been caught shagging another man's wife. The Harry she knew blushed and got embarrassed if he even caught a hint of Ginny and Hermione whispering about their sex lives, and those were relationships that had been perfectly healthy and faithful. How had that shy man transfigured into this in a matter of months? Hell, he was just standing there and looking perfectly calm with his cock hanging in the breeze!

"Gwenog sent me in here to give me a little space from Elizabeth, otherwise I might've ripped her head off," Ginny explained. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander as she spoke to Harry. Merlin, she'd almost forgotten how big his cock was! He'd had so much untapped potential as a lover, potential that she'd thought he'd never be able to find because he was just too timid and nice to get dirty. Now, after seeing what he'd been doing to the Lady Malfoy, she was beginning to think she might have made a huge mistake.

"And how did you get in?" he asked. "I'm absolutely positive that I put up a locking charm that no one should have been able to break, at least not without a massive burst of magical energy or several minutes to chip away at it. Don't tell me I forgot."

"You didn't forget," she said, shaking her head. "It was still up when I got here. But the wards here in the stadium are set up so that members of the Harpies can come or go freely, unless the lock has been placed by a senior member of the team, like the coach or the owner." Harry slapped his forehead, obviously angry with himself for that oversight, but it seemed like an easy mistake to make in Ginny's opinion.

"While this is all fascinating, could we get back to the fucking, please?" Astoria asked. "You have a week's worth of orgasms to make up for." So that meant this was an ongoing thing, and not just a moment of madness they'd engaged in.

"Excuse me?" Ginny said, raising her eyebrows at her. "Do you really think I'm just going to leave it at that?" Who the fuck did she think she was, dismissing her like that? Ginny might not be his lover anymore, but at least she was single. It wouldn't be a scandal if she was caught fucking him, unlike if he was caught fucking the wife of Draco Malfoy.

"And why shouldn't you?" Astoria asked. She smirked and crossed her arms underneath her breasts, and Ginny was amazed at how smug and superior she was acting even as she stood there naked, having just been caught having an affair. "It wouldn't be the first time you walked out on him. Not my fault you were stupid enough to think he was boring in bed."

"You told her?!" Ginny's lust was forgotten now, and fire burned in her eyes as she glared at her ex-boyfriend. Why would Harry share those private details with anyone, much less Astoria Malfoy?!

"No," Harry said, not shrinking back in the face of her anger. "You did."

"Me?" She looked at him like he was crazy. She'd never had a cordial or meaningful conversation with Astoria in her life.

"I heard you tell Granger about it," Astoria supplied. "I even believed it. And then your ex-boyfriend showed me just how wrong you were about him."

"Yes, I saw that," Ginny said, scowling. At least she knew that Harry hadn't gone blabbing the details of their private life to this bitch, but now the anger just shifted to Astoria for evidently spying on her conversation with Hermione. "Apparently he's so good that you have no problem cheating on your husband, huh? Not that Draco deserves anything less, of course."

Astoria's eyes darkened, and Ginny could tell she'd struck a nerve. If the blonde had had a wand in her possession she might have felt the need to draw her own just in case, but she could see Astoria's wand sticking out of the pocket of her robes where they had been thrown on the floor.

"Don't you dare judge me," she hissed. "You don't know the first fucking thing about it!"

"And you don't know the first fucking thing about me or my relationship with Harry, so don't act like you do!" Ginny responded hotly.

"What's there to know?" Astoria said, shrugging her shoulders. "You tossed him out like rubbish because you thought he was too gentle to give you a proper fucking. You just didn't realize that it wasn't him that was the problem; it was you. I'm the one who brought this out of him, not you. So why don't you get out of here and think about that while your ex-boyfriend gives me what you always wanted but could never get?"

"No," Ginny said, shaking her head. She wasn't going to let Astoria have the last laugh here, but more importantly, she wasn't going to let this chance slip her by. "I need to know, Harry," she said, ignoring Astoria and looking squarely at her first crush, her first love, her first everything.

"Know what?" he asked, apparently not getting it.

"I've never seen you like that before," she said. "I need to know what it feels like."

"Are you serious?" Harry said, shaking his head at her.

"I am," she said, nodding at him and ignoring Astoria's scoff. She still had energy and frustration to work off after a disappointing loss, and what better way to take care of it than to have something she'd always wanted but didn't think she would ever get to have?

"That's not a good idea," he said.

"And why not?" she asked. "It doesn't have to be weird just because of our history. It's not like I'm asking you to propose or anything. I just want to see if we're more sexually compatible than I thought we were." Maybe she'd consider asking for more if that turned out to be the case, but she was going to take this one step at a time. For now she simply wanted to test out this different side of Harry for herself.

"If I was worried about that I wouldn't be fucking Draco Malfoy's wife," he said. She grinned at the point, especially since Astoria seemed to have a sour look on her face at the reminder for some reason. "I'm not dating anyone; that's not the issue. But you're with Zabini, right? He's no Malfoy, at least not from what I can tell, and I wouldn't want you to fuck things up with him just for one day of meaningless sex."

It would be far from meaningless, at least from Ginny's point of view. Maybe it could be the spark that led them to reconnect and become closer than ever, and even if that didn't happen it should at least offer some kind of closure for them both. That wasn't really the point of concern she needed to deal with though.

"Things between Blaise and I are still in the early stages," she said truthfully. "With how busy I am with practices and matches, not to mention all of the travel, we don't have much time together. There's no real commitment there yet."

"You sure about that?" Astoria said. "I've heard differently."

"Stay out of this, bitch," Ginny snapped. She was sure Astoria hadn't heard anything of the sort, because she knew she and Blaise were on the same page. She liked him, and maybe it would grow into something more eventually, but he had no claim on her right now. "I'm being honest with you, Harry," she said, calmer now that it wasn't Astoria and her lies she was responding to. "I like Blaise, but we're not far along yet. He's even made it clear that he knows my career is stressful and can be lonely with all the travel, and he's okay if I have some fun with others to relieve my stress." Up until now that had come in the form of playing with other women, whether they be witches or cute muggle girls she met when exploring bigger cities, but he hadn't specified.

Harry was silent now and staring off to the side, seemingly lost in thought. That was encouraging; he seemed to be seriously considering it now. Now it was up to her to give him a little nudge in the right direction.

"Don't you think you owe me this, Harry?" she asked. He cocked his head at her.

"How do you figure?"

"You were my first, just as I was yours," she said. "Being with you was a dream come true, but it wasn't what I'd expected it to be or hoped it would be. And if what I walked in on is any clue, I'm guessing you felt the same way." He nodded at that, and she felt momentum continue to build in her favor. "Wouldn't it be fun to do that with me? Wouldn't you like to fuck me hard like that, even if it's only this once?"

"Oh, stop trying!" Astoria said. She threaded her arm through Harry's and pressed herself against his side possessively. "You had your chance and you blew it, Weasel! Now beat it so he can go back to fucking a real woman, who can actually handle a real fuck!"

"I think you've confused woman with slut," Ginny said. "Harry might have gotten past his hesitance with you, which is no surprise since he doesn't care about a bitch like you, but why shouldn't he take what he's learned and use it on someone who wasn't stupid enough to marry Draco fucking Malfoy?"

"Better than someone who actually had this cock and wasted it!" Astoria fired back.

"Oh yeah?" Ginny wasn't giving up yet; she wouldn't let the blonde Slytherin bitch win. "Because I think that you—"

"Enough!" Harry shouted. It was a good thing the room had been silenced because that probably would have carried all the way to the regular locker room otherwise. It was more than loud enough to make both Ginny and Astoria cease arguing and stare at him. "You two are giving me a fucking headache." He massaged his temple and then looked up at Ginny. "You really want to do this?"

"Yes!" she said enthusiastically, ignoring the huff from Astoria.

"Fine," he said. "I'll give it to you. I'll fuck you." She allowed herself to smile. Finally, it was going to happen! Harry was going to fuck her; really fuck her! "I've got some conditions though."

"Name them," she said. Whatever it was, whatever he asked for, she would do.

"First, you've got to swear a vow that you'll never tell anyone about what you saw between me and Astoria, or any other potentially sensitive information you might learn in this room, unless I give you permission to, and only discuss it with anyone if you are 100% certain that they already know everything. I hope that you wouldn't have done that anyway just for my benefit, but with all the bickering you two just did I feel like I need to make it binding."

"Of course," she said. "I wouldn't have told anyone anyway." She was holding to that even if Astoria was a royal pain in the arse.

"Good. Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to Astoria," Harry said. He walked away from Astoria and stood off to the side of the room.

"What?" Ginny was sure she'd misheard him or he'd been joking, but he appeared to be completely serious. A glance at Astoria showed her looking just as shocked as Ginny felt, so for maybe the first time all day they were on the same page. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm very serious," he said. "Astoria has been waiting for this for quite some time, and you interrupted us. If you want to take away the time and attention I was going to give to her, you'll need to crawl to her and ask if she's willing to share."

Ginny felt her cheeks heat up in humiliation, but she could see that he was serious about this. He was only going to fuck her if she went through with this. Maybe this was some kind of payback for ending their relationship? She took a deep breath, got down on her hands and knees and crawled over towards Astoria, who was grinning down at her like Christmas had arrived during the hot summer. She felt utterly humiliated, and more than a little bit betrayed. Shouldn't Harry have been on her side here?

"Will you please share with me, Astoria?" Ginny said, swallowing her pride and bowing her head in submission as she knelt before the Slytherin. She flinched when she felt Astoria's hand cup her chin and tilt her head up, forcing her to look into her eyes.

"You're going to have to do much better than that," the blonde said, smirking down at her. "Mere words aren't going to cut it; you're going to have to prove that you deserve this if you expect me to give up Harry's cock for you."

"And what would you like me to do?" Ginny said, gritting her teeth to keep from snapping at her. As much as she would have liked to tell her off, she knew that would only lead to Astoria rejecting her and ruining any chance Ginny had of getting the fucking she'd always dreamed of from her first love.

"You can start by kissing my feet."

Astoria wasn't sure if Ginny would actually go for it, and at first it looked like she might tell her to go fuck herself. But then she bent her head down and kissed her left foot, and moved over to do the same to the right. Astoria laughed, thrilled beyond belief that she'd just gotten Ginny Weasley, ex-girlfriend of Harry Potter and rising star in the quidditch world, to kiss her feet. Now it was time to really push the envelope.

"That's a decent enough start," she said. "I tell you what: since you're already down there on your knees, if you put your head between my legs and lick me until I have an orgasm, I'll share him with you for today."

It wasn't something she seriously expected her to agree to; it was merely a way for her to use her power to rile the hot-tempered Weasley up even further, and she could tell it had worked when she saw the grimace on her face. She would bet that this was a line Ginny wouldn't be willing to cross. She might want Harry's cock badly, but not badly enough to debase herself in such a way. And even if Ginny did wind up being willing to do it, however reluctantly, Astoria was sure Harry wouldn't let it happen. They might have split up but it was easy enough to see that he still felt something for Ginny, even if it was only friendship now. He would probably use her vow to make her go along with this and allow Ginny to have her turn, but until he did she was going to enjoy the unexpected power he'd given her.

"That seems like a fair price to me," he said, and Astoria couldn't believe it. Was he actually going to let her have this level of control over Ginny, the woman he'd loved not that long ago? "Astoria would be giving up quite a few orgasms if she lets you in on this, Ginny. It seems more than fair for you to at least give her one in exchange."

Astoria was surprised, but pleasantly so. To not only have Ginny do such a thing for her, but to have Harry tell her she needed to go along with it if she wanted his cock? It was a bigger win than Astoria could have expected to be handed, especially since Harry held the power to make her do and say whatever he wanted.

Ginny shook her head, and Astoria got the feeling that she was about to refuse. As much as she may have wanted Harry's cock, it seemed that this wasn't something she was willing to do in order to get it. Astoria could have left it there and been satisfied with her victory over Ginny, but she decided to twist the knife instead.

"I guess you were all talk, huh, Weasel?" she said, grinning down at Harry's ex, who glared at her. "You must not have wanted a real fuck that badly after all if you're backing down so easily. I've had to go through much, much worse to get what I need." The best part about saying that was it was absolutely true. If only Weasley knew about the spankings, the rough use from Tonks, the shame of cuckolding her husband in their bed, or that time she almost choked herself out with rope in her mindless desperation to have her needs met! "Obviously you were afraid you wouldn't be good enough to satisfy him, or strong enough to take a real fuck from him. That's fine though; it just means there's more cum for me. Now run along with your tail between your legs and leave this nice big cock to a woman who actually knows what to do with it."

The taunting would either send Ginny out the door feeling even more humiliated, or it would enrage her into actually going through with it. Either possibility was a win as far as Astoria was concerned; she just stood and waited to see what form her victory would take.

The narrowed brown eyes revealed Ginny's decision a moment before she leaned up a bit higher while still on her knees, put her hands on Astoria's inner thighs and brought her head in. Astoria gasped as the female weasel dove straight in and attacked her with her tongue. She got the impression that Ginny was trying to finish this off as quickly as she possibly could so she could move on and earn her turn on Harry's cock. Astoria wasn't going to allow it though.

"Ah, ah, ah," she said, patting Ginny's cheek. "Slow down, Weasley. There's no rush. Take your time; get me going. If you want this to feel good for me you'll need to get me excited first." It was utter shite and they both knew it. Astoria was dripping wet, both because she and Harry had already been well underway and because she was still incredibly horny. Ginny couldn't call her out on it though, not if she wanted to earn her approval.

Ginny scaled her efforts back, giving her some light and exploratory licks and rubs at first instead of giving her a true tongue-lashing. Astoria sighed and adjusted her position slightly, spreading her legs wider to make it easier for Ginny to work.

"That's not bad, Weasley," she said. "Obviously this isn't your first time putting your face between another witch's legs." Ginny seemed to know what she was doing; she was licking her far better than Pansy had the first time Astoria had put her to work, and she could only imagine she herself hadn't done nearly this good a job when Tonks blackmailed her way into getting Astoria's mouth on her pussy.

Ginny had heard her instruction to slow down and make the pleasure build, and she was following it very effectively. She gave light rubs of her pussy with her fingers and teasing kisses and licks that felt good but weren't hard enough, sustained enough or focused enough to truly get Astoria off. And she avoided any contact with her clit. She would come close to it, and Astoria would tense up in anticipation every time her fingers or her tongue seemed to be on a path towards her clit, but every single time Ginny reversed course just before that wonderful contact could be made. However reluctant she might have been to do this, Ginny was damn good at eating pussy and she was demonstrating it to Astoria right now.

"You're really giving it your all, aren't you?" Astoria said. "Maybe I misjudged you if you're willing to go through this just to get Harry's cock. Using your tongue like this on someone you hate as much as me? Guess you're just a slut after all."

Ginny's brown eyes flashed, but she didn't let Astoria's taunts goad her into breaking for her slow and steady routine. The professional quidditch player had a reputation for being impatient and hot-tempered on the pitch, but she was showing patience and deliberation here. Her rubs gradually got harder and eventually changed to include some slow and gentle fingering, and what had been light licks turned into firmer counterclockwise passes of Ginny's tongue across her pussy. She did make occasional contact with Astoria's clit now, but she never lingered long. It was all designed to build Astoria's pleasure but leave her wanting more, and while that had been precisely what Astoria had demanded of her, she was almost doing too good a job of it.

Astoria had been all set to mock the Gryffindor for what she'd expected to be lackluster oral skills, but Ginny was far exceeding her expectations. Maybe this was how she'd consoled herself after her failed relationship with her childhood crush? There had always been stories about the Holyhead Harpies having some wild 'girl's nights' while traveling during the season. Maybe there was more truth to that than Astoria would have expected.

"At least you're good for something," Astoria said, running her hands through Ginny's long red hair. "Keep it up and you just might earn my approval, Weasley."

The red-haired witch took that as a challenge, and that was the moment where she got serious. She'd done her teasing and built Astoria's desire up even higher than it had already been, and now she was going to cash in and give it to her.

The two fingers that had been gently sliding back and forth inside of Astoria's pussy suddenly began to curl inwards, stroking along Astoria's g spot far too perfectly to have been coincidental. Her mouth altered its focus at the same time. While she'd only taken the briefest of swipes at her clit up until now, Astoria now received as much attention on that most sensitive of places as she could ever wish for. Ginny took her clit between her lips and sucked on it, which drew an immediate gasp from Astoria.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned. Her hands fisted in Ginny's hair and her body shook as the last week of sexual frustration, the shagging she'd already taken from Harry, Ginny's expert teasing and now the dual assault with mouth and fingers all took their toll and sent Astoria over the edge. Ginny kept it up even as Astoria squirted all over her face; she didn't even complain when Astoria didn't let go of her hair right away.

Astoria didn't give Ginny the honor of telling her she'd done her job well, but she did give her a little pat on the cheek after finally releasing her hair.

"This is a major improvement for your look," she said. "Maybe I should squirt on your face before every match? I'm sure it would raise your popularity even higher." Ginny scowled at her but bit her tongue. It was probably tough to do for someone as hot-tempered as her, but she knew that Harry had given Astoria the power in this situation.

"Okay, slut," Harry said. Astoria looked over at him, assuming he was talking to her, but then she realized he was looking at Ginny. There was a change; she was so used to being on the receiving end in these sorts of situations that it was strange to see someone else in this position. Strange, but exciting. Ginny looked shocked as well; no doubt Harry had never spoken to her in such a way when they were together. But unless Astoria was very mistaken, there was a bit of lust in Ginny's eyes as well.

"Now that you've proven yourself worthy, you can come over here and get what you asked for." Ginny made to get up off of her knees, but Harry shook his head. "No, you stay down there. Crawl over here and take my cock all the way down your throat."

Harry had enjoyed many fun sexual experiences of the last several months since his fateful encounter with Astoria Malfoy. Aside from everything he'd done with Astoria, there was the fun that he'd had with Tonks, the one night stand with Romilda Vane, his dealings with the sexy MILF Narcissa and getting to know his old enemy Pansy Parkinson more intimately than he'd ever expected to.

He'd never bothered to catalogue or rank any of his experiences in his head, and he wasn't sure where this one would slot in even if he did. But he did know that watching Ginny Weasley crawl to him on her hands and knees wasn't an image he would ever forget.

This woman had been at the forefront of his sexual fantasies for years. Before her he'd only experienced the immature, clueless sort of teenage infatuation he'd had with Cho Chang. He'd been attracted to Cho but his desires hadn't fully formed yet. It wasn't until Ginny came along that he started to understand exactly what it was he wanted, and his feelings and desires solidified into very vivid images of all the things he wanted to do to her. He'd held back from giving in to those urges fully, too afraid that she would think less of him for it and it would drive her away, which ironically was exactly what drove her away.

But now they were here; this was really happening. She'd seen what he'd become and wanted a taste of it for herself. She'd wanted it so badly that she'd just gone down on a woman she hated to earn it, and now she was crawling on her knees to get to him. After the way things ended between them it was a gratifying thing to see, aside from obviously being arousing as hell.

While her crawling to him was arousing enough, what she did once she reached him was much, much better. She grabbed his cock with both hands, leaned her head forward and did her very best to swallow all of his cock in one go. She couldn't quite manage it; she didn't have the deepthroat capability that Astoria had eventually gained after plenty of practice.

He could tell from watching Astoria's reactions that Ginny had done an excellent job of pleasing her with her mouth and fingers, which led him to believe his ex-girlfriend had had plenty of opportunity to hone her skills on other witches since the end of their relationship. Maybe she hadn't had the same sort of regular practice with sucking a bloke's cock. She couldn't take him all the way down, at least not yet. But she gave it her best, and it felt great.

Ginny bobbed her head on him as quick as she could and took him as deep down as she could manage, and it was very different from what he was used to from her. She'd sucked his cock plenty of times while they were together but it hadn't been anything like this. Much as he'd taken it easy on her and kept things gentle and loving in the bedroom, she'd been careful and slow every time she went down on him. Back then he'd assumed it was because that was the best she could do, and maybe it had been. Or maybe she'd been following his lead and holding herself back because she thought that he wouldn't be capable of handling anything more.

Whatever the case may be, he was now getting a far more enthusiastic and sloppy blowjob from Ginny than he ever had when they were a couple. She bobbed her head on him and her lips slurped his cock lewdly, and she stroked the base of his cock with both hands, all while staring up at him with that pretty freckled face and those brown eyes that he'd always loved staring into.

"Are you stupid, or are you just incompetent?" Astoria snidely asked, breaking the spell between the former lovers. "He told you to put his cock all the way down your throat, you silly bint, and I can see from here that you're not doing it."

"She has a point," Harry said, looking down into Ginny's face and shaking his head. "But you've come this far; it would be a waste to call it off now because you can't quite get it all down your throat."

"No fair!" Astoria whined. "If I failed to do something you said, you'd—"

"Quiet," he said, cutting off his assistant. "I didn't say I was going to just give it to her, or make an exception for her. I want to feel my cock slide down her throat, and that's what's going to happen. If she can't get there on her own, I'll just give her a helping hand."

That was all the warning he gave Ginny before putting his hands on the back of her head and thrusting his hips forward, forcing her to take his cock down her throat whether she was ready for it or not. Her eyes bulged and she gagged around the intrusion, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. Ginny wanted a taste of the new and improved Harry, the Harry she'd seen fucking the shit out of Astoria? She was going to get it. She was going to get all of it. He was going to make sure that she never again questioned what he could do or had any reason to think that he was timid or boring in bed.

Harry gathered Ginny's long red hair in his hands, fashioning twin handles that he used to help him pull her along as he fucked her face and made her swallow all of his cock. She gagged around his cock and saliva dripped from her mouth as he used her throat, and it was an incredible sound. He was used to hearing her make soft sighs and whispered terms of endearment as he made love to her, and now he wondered whether even those rather tame noises had been exaggerated to make him feel better. There was no exaggeration here though; he was fucking Ginny's face and making her gag around his cock, and it was music to his ears.

"Fuck, yeah, make her gag on it!" Astoria said. Apparently he wasn't the only one who found Ginny Weasley gagging on his cock to be quite the erotic spectacle. His assistant was watching intently and rubbing between her legs with one hand while the other played with a breast. He'd already fucked multiple orgasms out of her, and Ginny's mouth had just brought her another one, but she was still horny and ready for more. How shitty had her week alone with Draco been if she was this pent-up for sex?

Harry dismissed those concerns; the last thing he needed to be thinking about right now was Draco Malfoy. He had a sexy ex-girlfriend to fuck with everything that he had, and he wasn't going to let anything distract him from that, not even the sexy blonde masturbating so close to him. He kept driving forward, not giving Ginny any chance to catch her bearings as he fucked her face without pause. His balls smacked against her chin as he used her, and that was a sound that rivaled her gagging on the erotic scale.

Taking things up another notch, Harry held onto her head and kept his cock buried down her throat on his next time in. The rapid in and out had been difficult enough on her, but it was easy to see how much more this was getting to her. She'd been tolerating everything as best she could up until now, but now she was well and truly out of her depth. It was blindingly obvious to Harry that Ginny had never been tested like this. She might have liked the idea of rough sex, but she'd never had a cock held down her throat like this before.

Eventually Ginny's hands, which had been resting against his thighs, started to beat against his legs. She was legitimately panicking now as Harry held her head down and kept his cock in her throat, and he decided to take mercy on her. He let go of her hair and allowed her to pull her head back, which she did immediately. She looked up at him with teary eyes while she gasped and wheezed, trying to catch her breath.

"That was pathetic," Astoria said. "You gave up after only that long? I can't believe you thought you could keep up with Harry!"

Harry ignored her and focused only on Ginny. He ran a hand through her hair again, gentler this time. He was going all-out when it came to sex, but he wasn't out to punish her like he had been with Astoria, especially early on in their arrangement. While he might have been a bit resentful of her for breaking up with him, it wasn't like she'd done something wrong like Astoria had (and still sometimes did.) He wasn't trying to put Ginny in her place or knock her down a peg, and if she'd decided this was too much for her he would stop now and send her on her way with no hard feelings.

"Do you want to stop here?" he asked quietly. He stroked her cheek to reassure her and hopefully communicate that he wouldn't be angry with her if she said yes. She leaned into his touch, but then she shook her head.

"No," she said, and even with her lack of breath he could still hear the determination in her voice. "I'm good now. I can take it."

"Hmm." He frowned, skeptical about whether or not she'd actually be able to keep up with him. But if she was adamant about continuing to try, he would keep on testing her. "Well, if you're sure."

"I am sure," she said, clearing her throat as she started to get her breathing back under control. "I want this, Harry. I want you to--"

Ginny abruptly stopped speaking when Harry smacked her across the cheek with his cock. She gasped and stared up at him in wide-eyed disbelief, but the only form of answer she got was a second cockslap across the other cheek. Then he put his hands on the sides of her head and rubbed his cock back and forth across her face. He'd put the roughness aside temporarily in order to check on her and make sure this was still something she wanted to indulge in, but all thoughts of mercy were set aside now that she'd confirmed she wanted to keep going. He didn't hate Ginny; he didn't want to punish her. But if she was serious about wanting to take this on, he wasn't going to hold back. He'd done enough of that when they were together.

A simple wave of his hand vanished Ginny's quidditch uniform and underwear, and Harry licked his lips as he took a look at her. It had been too long since he'd seen that sexy body. She didn't have the curves of Astoria or Narcissa, but she had a supple little body that was ideally suited for a profession as athletic as quidditch. She wasn't skinny in the same way that Pansy was; there was definition in her arms and stomach, and her legs in particular looked nice and strong. She'd been in good shape when they were dating and she looked to be even more so now. Her hard work had paid off, on and off the quidditch pitch. Now wasn't the time for ogling her though. It was time for him to not only get reacquainted with her body but to introduce her to the man he'd become and show her all that he'd come to learn over their months apart.

Harry had thought many times about all the different ways he'd like to fuck Ginny; really fuck her, not the gentle shit he'd restricted himself to back then out of fear. He'd thought about it back when they were still together and had continued well after they'd broken up. She hadn't been on his mind as much recently, as between Astoria as well as the other occasional playmates that found their way into his bed, he had plenty of real live witches to focus his sexual energy and dominance on. He hadn't forgotten her entirely though. It wasn't like he'd continued to mope around for the last several months about the missed opportunity to show Ginny his true sexual nature, but since a chance to do so had unexpectedly thrown itself into his lap he wasn't about to turn it down.

Most of the positions he'd thought of would have involved a bed, but he was nothing if not adjustable. While it would have been easy enough for him to just conjure a temporary bed then and there, he would rather make use of the things he naturally had at his disposal. Time to get creative.

"Are you ready for my cock now?" he asked. "Ready to be fucked?"

"Yes!" Ginny said, nodding her head. "Give it to me. Fuck me, Harry!"

"Oh, I will," he said, smirking at her. "But first I'm going to cast a spell on you that'll really put you to the test." He looked over at Astoria. "Get me my wand. This spell's a little less common and I haven't cast it on an actual target before, so I'd rather not try to do it wandlessly." Ginny gulped, looking nervous at the idea of him casting some unknown spell on her, but she kept her hands at her sides and remained down on her knees as he aimed his wand at her once Astoria slipped it into his hand. She blinked, surprised at how little impact it seemed to have on her.

"What did that do?" she asked. "I don't feel any different."

"You shouldn't," he said. "Not yet. That was a spell I found in the Black library, slightly modified by me. The original was apparently crafted by an ancient Lord Black who felt that his wife moaned too loudly in bed, and it was 'unbecoming' of a lady. So he created a spell that reacts to the moans, groans and other audible sounds a woman makes while she's getting fucked, and punishes her by cutting off her airway and making it harder for her to breathe."

"It's going to choke me?" Ginny said, aghast.

"That's what it'll feel like, yeah," Harry answered, amused by her shock. Now he was getting a taste of the true sexual degeneracy of the man she'd said wasn't 'exciting' enough for her. "The louder you get, the stronger the effect on you."

"And what if I pass out?" she asked.

"I've made a modification to the spell for safety purposes," he said. "If you reach the point where you're legitimately about to be in danger, the spell will end immediately and you'll be able to breathe." Ginny exhaled at that bit of news, relieved that she wasn't about to enter into something truly dangerous. He was about to give her a bit of a wake-up call though. "If we reach that point, if you can't control yourself and the spell reaches the point of cancellation, everything we're doing will stop and the most you'll be able to do from that point on is watch me shag Astoria. Got it?"

"Got it," Ginny said, looking determined to rise to the challenge. He knew how competitive she was, and this challenge he'd laid down was triggering that instinct within her.

Harry had learned his lesson from that time Astoria had very nearly choked herself out on the rope. That's why he'd felt the need to modify this spell and work in a bit of a safety measure before he used it on someone. He knew it would work as intended though; he'd double and triple checked it. He'd been saving it for a special occasion, like the next time Astoria got especially snotty and was in need of a harsher sort of punishment, but pulling out all the stops against Ginny seemed like a fitting use of his creation.

"We're not just going to have standard sex, of course," he said. "I've had lots of fun over the past few months, with Astoria and others." He saw the curiosity burning in Ginny's eyes at the hint that Astoria wasn't the only woman he was fucking, and that of course was the entire reason he'd slipped it in. He wasn't going to satisfy that curiosity though, at least not right now. "But none of the witches I've fucked are as athletic as you are. I'm going to make use of that. I'm going to use your athleticism and your flexibility in ways I never dared to when we were actually together."

"That sounds great!" Ginny said, and she shot a little grin at Astoria. His assistant didn't look happy, and Harry realized that she was probably feeling disgruntled at the suggestion that Ginny could do something that she couldn't. That was too bad, because it was the truth. He was going to make use of Ginny's slender, flexible body and athletic ability while he had the chance.

"Good. Now get down on all fours, facing away from me."

Ginny, already down on her knees, didn't have a long way to go. She turned her body around and put her hands down flat, which had the pleasant effect of sticking her freckled arse out at him. It wasn't as wide as that of Astoria or Narcissa, but it wasn't as petite as Pansy's either. She had a strong, toned bum as a result of her quidditch exercises, and it looked even firmer than it had when they were dating. She'd worked hard for that bum, and he was going to circle back to it later. But not now.

"I've missed that view," he mused. They'd done doggy style a few times; it was about as exotic and adventurous as they'd ever gotten in the bedroom, though they'd never done it hard enough for him to really get what he wanted out of it (and the same surely had been true for her.)

"Well come and get it," she said, wiggling her arse at him.

"Believe me, I'm going to," he said. "But it's not going to go quite the way you're thinking." Giving Ginny a true doggy style pounding would have been fun, but he had something in mind that would be considerably more demanding on her physically. He knelt down behind her, grabbed her by the backs of her ankles and lifted them off of the ground slightly while keeping her legs bent at the knees. Now that he had her where he wanted her, he shoved his cock inside of her with one swift, deep thrust.

"Oh fuck!" Ginny moaned at the sudden deep penetration, and then she gasped as his spell took effect and she felt her breath being cut off. After a few seconds her breathing evened out and returned to normal.

"So that's what that feels like," he said. "It'll go away when you manage to silence yourself, as you've just found, but each successive outburst like that is going to bring a stronger backlash on you. Something to keep in mind."

Harry stood back up straight, bringing her legs up with him and keeping her bent over like a wheelbarrow. He held her by the hips, taking care of keeping her lower body supported. The rest would be up to her supporting herself with her hands and being able to hold it once he actually started to fuck her.

He did not take it easy on her; not in the slightest. If Ginny wanted to make it through this without his spell cutting her off she was going to need to be at her best, because Harry would hold nothing back. He held her by the hips and began to thrust into her in earnest. He'd never fucked Ginny with anything even approaching this level of force, and was groaning at the feel of her. She was tight, very tight, whether due to lack of sexual activity (or sexual activity with a man anyway), her exercise or a combination of both. What a fool he'd been, not using this body and this pussy to the absolute fullest when she'd been his girlfriend. He'd been too afraid of losing her, which seemed silly now in hindsight since he'd lost her anyway. If he had done this back then and scared her off with his intensity, at least he would've had a memory like this to fall back on.

Harry couldn't change the past; he couldn't change the mistakes he'd made in his relationship with Ginny any more than she could change her own lack of communication on what she'd needed from him back then. But what he did have control over was what happened in the here and now, and what he was doing in the present was sure to leave an indelible impression on both of them.

"Oh, come on, Harry," Astoria grumbled. "You can do better than that! Fuck her harder! I want to hear her moan!"

Astoria was probably just upset that Ginny was holding up as well as she was, because it wasn't like Harry was actually taking it easy on his ex. He was fucking Ginny hard; harder than was probably recommended in this athletic position. His pelvis smacked against her with every thrust, and he was challenging Ginny both physically and mentally. She not only had to keep her hands pressed to the ground and endure the strain of the position, she also had to keep herself from making too much noise lest she want the spell to punish her. He could hear her mumbling and making these sort of whimpering grunts, and though he couldn't see her face it was easy enough for him to piece together what she was doing. She was biting her lip to hold back her moans, and she was biting it hard. He had to give her credit, because she was going a better job than he'd expected. She was only going to be able to last for so long though. It was obvious to him that she wasn't used to being used like this, not like Astoria was. She didn't have the tolerance built-up to handle this kind of fuck, and it was only a matter of time before it broke her.

Sure enough, after a few more minutes of determined fucking, a loud moan slipped through, and it was quickly followed by Ginny gasping as the spell choked the breath out of her lungs. Harry felt no small degree of smugness when he heard that sound, knowing that it signified he'd broken through her control. And he wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed it.

"Yeah, that's right," Astoria said. "Go ahead and moan, Weasley. You might as well give up now, because there's no way you're going to be able to take everything that Harry can dish out."

"Watch…me," Ginny wheezed. Harry smiled at her defiant answer. She was one of the most competitive people he'd ever known, and she was being faced with two challenges here. She not only wanted to prove she could handle Harry and his newly-discovered sexual dominance, but she also wanted to shut up her hated blonde rival. Ginny was doubly determined to claim victory, and Harry was the beneficiary of that determination.

Harry didn't let up in the least. He continued to fuck Ginny hard, testing the strength in her arms as well as her perseverance as she tried to hold on throughout it all. Her control was slipping though. The occasional moan or grunt of pleasure continued to slip through, and each time the backlash from the spell was more severe and taking a greater toll on her until she managed to silence herself.

"How close are you to cumming?" Harry asked. When she didn't respond right away, he decided to reassure her. "You won't be punished for answering a question. Unless you moan during the middle of it, I guess."

"Close," she whispered breathlessly. "Really close."

"I'm happy for you," he said. "Let's see if you can hold on long enough to get there before the spell ends. Wouldn't you like to do that? Wouldn't it feel good to not only cum, but to shut Astoria up?"

Astoria scoffed but Ginny nodded, and Harry knew she was going to do everything she could to win this battle. That was good; she was going to need every bit of that determination if she hoped to make it to the end, because he wasn't going to show her any mercy. He kept fucking her as hard as ever, and it became a race to see whether Ginny would be able to achieve orgasm before she moaned one too many times and the spell ended, and the fucking ended with it.

It was a strange mixture of muffled grunts, unwilling moans and choking gasps that Ginny made as his pounding cock brought her closer and closer to the edge, but Harry found that he infinitely preferred them to the quiet little sighs she used to make when he made love to her. Whether those sighs had been real or embellished didn't even matter; they hadn't been what he really wanted to hear. This was what he wanted; Ginny gasping, moaning, coughing and just trying to hold onto her control for long enough to get where her body desperately wanted to go before time ran out on her.

Ginny's orgasm was one of the most muted that Harry had ever heard, but that was out of simple necessity. He could hear the groan fighting to escape as she bit down on her lip, and for just a second it would burst through and then turn into a choked gasp. Harry imagined that it was the most satisfying orgasm Ginny had ever had, and yet the most frustrating one at the same time. The thought brought a smile to his face, and it was with that smile that he gave a few more deep thrusts into the pussy of his gasping, moaning, choking ex-girlfriend and came inside of her.

"What?! N-not inside!" Ginny gasped, but Harry didn't pull out despite her protest. She obviously was worried because she wasn't taking the proper precautions ahead of time, but there was no risk of impregnation. He'd been having sex with too many witches not to take his own precautions, so she had nothing to worry about. He wasn't going to fill her in on that just yet though. The relief could wait until after he was done with her. For right now her panic pleased him. She groaned as he kept himself buried deep inside of her until he'd finished cumming. Once he was done he pulled his cock out and lowered her legs so they were back on the ground, and she let her hands rest at the same time.

"Should've thought of that before you begged him to fuck you, you silly slut," Astoria said as Ginny groaned. She knew full well that he was protected, but she kept it to herself in order to taunt her rival. Now that he thought about it, maybe she gave Ginny a run for her money in terms of competitiveness.

Ginny just moaned while she lie there, face-down on the floor of the private locker room. She looked absolutely drained in a way she never had after any of the times he'd made love to her. Harry knew he'd done what he set out to do. Ginny wanted to get a taste of the new him and he'd given it to her. He'd given her a fuck and an orgasm that she would never forget, and he'd cum inside of her pussy one more time for good measure. He could leave it there and be satisfied.

"Huh?!" Ginny was in shock and more than a little pain when Harry's hands tugged on her hair none too gently.

"Get up," he barked while continuing to pull at her hair, and she pushed herself back up onto all fours despite her fatigue, unable to deny him. He pulled her around to face him once again, and she gasped at what she saw waiting for her.

"Again?" she croaked, her voice raspy from the ordeal she'd already been through. Somehow he was hard again, even though it couldn't have been more than a minute or two since he'd cum inside of her (something she was still nervous about.) How was he already ready for more?

"Again," he agreed. Ginny shook her head, unable to believe his impossibly fast recovery time, and unsure that she could take any more. It had been absolutely amazing; frustrating and exhausting, but amazing too. It was the best orgasm of her life, and by a very large margin at that. But her body was feeling the effects of what he'd put her through, the cost of a fuck that rough, and she knew it was going to make for a rough go of it at practice tomorrow morning. Gwenog always worked them even harder than usual after a loss, so that wasn't going to be any fun at all even without her suddenly dominant ex-boyfriend fucking her brains out beforehand.

"Aww, giving up, Weasley?" She looked over to see Astoria smirking at her. "Finally accepting defeat? It's about time you realized that you're just not good enough to keep up with Harry. You had no chance if you're already spent, because he's just getting warmed up."

Ginny grit her teeth, barely suppressing the urge to get up and strangle the arrogant blonde bitch. As tired as she felt, she couldn't afford to give up now. She couldn't let Astoria win; she couldn't let Malfoy's wife show her up in front of Harry.

"Go ahead," she said, looking up at Harry. "Keep going."

He nodded down at her, and then he grabbed his wand. At first she figured he was just undoing the spell he'd previously cast on her, which was a relief. She did feel a change come over here, but he wasn't done with that. He cast a new spell on her as soon as he'd dispelled the first, and she felt a cooling sensation in her bum. She gasped. Was he seriously going to…?

"My arse?" she whispered. They'd never done that before; he'd never even suggested it. She'd never stuck anything larger than a finger back there!

"Your arse," he echoed, nodding at her. Then he pulled her back up to her feet and spun her around so her back was to him. He gave her a stinging swat across the arse and then squeezed both of her muscular cheeks in his hands. "I always loved it, you know. Your bum has always been so fit and firm, and now it's even fitter. You've been working hard, I can tell." Ginny usually hated perverted comments about her arse or her physical appearance, at least when they came from horny fans, but when coming from Harry it filled her with pride. She did work hard, and she was glad he'd noticed. "I always wanted to bugger you. I didn't do it back then because I thought it would be too much for you, that I'd scare you away. But I don't care about that anymore. I'm going to fuck your arse, Ginny, just like I always wanted to."

She felt both nervous and excited about what was to come next, and then shrieked in surprise when he wrapped his arms around her midsection and lifted her feet off of the ground. He jostled her in his grip so he could hook his arms underneath her thighs, and she was stunned at how much physical strength he was showing. When had he gotten so strong?

Harry didn't stop there though. His hands came up to the back of her head and neck, and he effectively bent her body in half. Ginny's breath caught in her throat at the blatant display of domination. Where the fuck had this Harry been when they were dating?

Then his cock was prodding at her arsehole, and all thoughts of Harry's strength were discarded as meaningless. Merlin, she was nervous! Was she really ready for this? Could she take Harry's massive cock in her virgin arse? There was still time to stop it. While she couldn't hope to physically free herself like this, bent in half as she was, she was sure he would put her down at a single word. Maybe that wasn't the worst idea. She'd already gotten what she wanted, hadn't she? Harry had already given her the rough shagging she'd always dreamed of (rougher, actually; much rougher), and she'd experienced the strongest climax of her life. Wasn't that enough?

"Still time to back out, Weasley," Astoria's simpering voice said. "You know that's way too much cock for you to handle, so why don't you beg him to put you down and let a real woman take it from here?"

Ginny scowled and remained silent. Could she handle being buggered by Harry? She didn't know, but she was going to find out. She wasn't about to let Astoria hold this over her head.

"Ohhhhhh!" Her silence only lasted until Harry slid his cock inside of her bum. It was good that he'd at least removed the previous spell before moving on to the buggering because there was no way she could've hoped to hold her voice back now. The subsequent spell he'd cast had cleaned and lubricated her arse, and while she was thankful for that, the lubrication could only do so much. This was, after all, the first time she'd ever had a cock, any cock, inside of her arse.

"Oh, fuck, that's tight," Harry groaned. "I guess I don't need to ask whether or not you let any bloke take your anal virginity after we broke it off."

No, he didn't. She hadn't necessarily been opposed to the idea of anal sex; if Harry had suggested it back then she might have given it a try—maybe. But starting off with a cock as large as his probably wasn't ideal, especially since she hadn't exactly been preparing herself for this moment.

And then there was the position he'd chosen to take into consideration as well. She very highly doubted that many women's first try at anal sex came while being bent in half like this. With his grip on her, Ginny had no control over anything that was happening. It was all Harry; Harry who thrust his hips forward to shove his cock deeper inside of her, Harry who'd bent her body in half like a pretzel, and Harry who held her by the back of the head and pulled her entire body back into him. Harry did it all, and he wasn't taking it easier on her just because this was her first time having him or anyone else inside of her bum. It was like she was diving straight into the deep end without any training or any means of self-preservation, and all she could do was try not to drown.

"The first night I fucked Astoria, I held her up like this when I fucked her," Harry said. "While I was doing it, I thought to myself what a shame it was that I had never done it to you. I was sure that I'd be able to bend you in half, just like this." Ginny wasn't entirely sure how to take that. Was it meant to be a compliment?

"So sorry that you had to settle for me," Astoria grumbled. It was obvious how she was taking it anyway. "Not my fault that your ex is so tiny and bendable. Some of us actually have breasts."

It was meant as a slight against Ginny, but she couldn't have cared less about the bitchy blonde at this point. Her mind could focus on nothing other than the rough buggering Harry was throwing at her. She'd dreamed of rough sex, and rough sex with Harry at that, but this was beyond anything she'd ever expected. Not even in her dirtiest fantasies had Harry ever been capable of something like this, and she didn't know what to make of it.

"God, we wasted so much fucking time," Harry said as he continued to thrust his cock back and forth in Ginny's arse. "Think of how much fun we could've had if we'd just been honest with each other." It was an interesting thought. "We could've fucked like this every night." Every night? How the fuck would she have even walked normally the next day, never mind pursue a professional quidditch career?

Now wasn't the time to deal in what might have been though. That wasn't the path they'd walked down; neither of them had been able to be upfront about what they wanted, and they'd drifted apart as a result. But they had this, here and now. Harry had this chance to show her what he truly liked and what his potential as a lover was, and he was making the most of it.

Ginny wasn't going to have another climax; that wasn't even on her mind. She'd already had her fun, exhausting as it had been. This was all about enduring at this point. Harry was using her body for his own pleasure. He was fucking her, buggering her, dominating her. He literally had her body bent in half and was using her however the hell he felt like. It was sexy in a way; it made her feel like more of a sexual being than she ever had, even during the wildest girl's night with the team. But it was also draining, and she was really just waiting until he'd finished having his way with her.

It didn't end nearly as quickly as she'd expected it to. The rough buggering went on and on, and she began to wonder if he'd taken a stamina potion before he started with Astoria because there was no way any normal wizard should be able to go this hard for this long. Then again, Harry was hardly a normal wizard.

She was struggling to keep her eyes open by the end, but eventually Harry finally reached his own end. His grunts got deeper and deeper, and finally he exploded inside of her. It was a strange feeling to have him cumming inside of her bowels, but his hands remained securely pressed against the back of her head, holding her in place while he filled her up.

Ginny groaned as Harry finally let her go and put her back down on her feet, and he had to catch her around the waist to keep her from falling on her face. She looked up at him hazily, and then blinked as a blurry blonde figure walked up to her.

"Good job on making it this far, Weasley," said a blonde in a snooty voice that she vaguely recognized. "But you look like you're about to drop, so I guess it's up to me to take it from here."

Bloody hell, that was exhausting.

Ginny was glad that she'd stumbled in as Harry fucked Astoria Malfoy today. (She was still curious about how exactly all of that had come about, but he didn't seem interested in filling in the blanks and she hadn't pressed.) She was glad she'd finally gotten to have the rough shag that she'd always wanted from Harry. It brought a sense of closure to their relationship that she hadn't realized she'd been missing until today.

Closure was the correct way to phrase it though, because as much as she'd enjoyed seeing this side of him, she knew that they weren't supposed to be together. She would always be fond of him; she would always love him, even if it was a friendly, almost familial sort of love rather than a romantic one now. But even though she'd enjoyed what they'd just done and was thankful she'd gotten to see how Harry had grown into a dominant, confident lover who was unafraid to take what he wanted, she knew there was no way in hell she would've been able to handle that kind of fucking on a regular basis while still pursuing her dreams of playing professional quidditch. She didn't know how Astoria did it, even if her job only required her to sit at a desk most of the time.

She and Harry had left it on good terms; she felt like they were both happy to have gotten this sense of closure on their relationship and move on with their lives. They'd parted as friends and wished each other well, but both agreed that there was nothing between them anymore. There was no spark; they couldn't get back what they'd lost, even if they'd wanted to.

As she apparated back to her hotel room, she thought of the conversation she'd heard between Harry and Astoria just before she was out of earshot.

"You had your fun but now it's back to reality for you, Astoria. Get over here and clean me up." A pause, and then: "Not with a towel, you silly slut. You know better than that by now. Use your mouth."

Yeah, she definitely couldn't have kept up with the new Harry Potter day in and day out. It was almost enough to make her pity the Lady Malfoy. Almost.

"Ooh, I can't wait for lunch! This is a wonderful diner; I've eaten here many times."

"You can thank Narcissa when we see her then," Harry said dismissively. "She's the one that picked it out."

"Maybe I will," Astoria said. "At least she contributed something for a change." Harry frowned. She'd been like this for several days now, and it was grating on his nerves.

The encounter with Ginny had changed Astoria's mood, and not for the better in his opinion. Between the power he'd given her and Ginny's post-coital admission that she wouldn't have been able to handle that kind of sex as often as Astoria did, at least not while pursuing her career, had brought out the cocky, superior side of the Lady Malfoy. She hadn't been overtly bigoted against a particular group, like the muggleborn or non-human magical creatures for example, which was at least an improvement over the nasty bitch he'd had to deal with back when she first swore the vow. Her arrogance was becoming annoying, and no amount of paddling, orgasm denial, relentless fucking and edging was working like it usually did. It was like she was content with her current circumstances, and nothing he did could get through to her. He couldn't figure out how to get her back in line, and her arrogance was starting to annoy people in the office again.

Hopefully Narcissa's presence at lunch could have some sort of impact. She'd arranged for Harry to meet her for a business lunch in the middle of his usual workday. Apparently she had some details of the Black inheritance and the restoration of Andromeda and her family that she wanted to go over with him. He'd been hoping to use that as an excuse to get away from Astoria for an hour or so, but Narcissa had requested her presence as his assistant. Her explanation that she wanted Astoria there to take notes on the things they were going to discuss was perfectly logical, but that didn't improve Harry's mood any.

"Alright, let's get this over with," he said when they arrived at their destination. He held the door open for Astoria out of reflex, some bit of chivalry left over from his days dating Ginny he supposed. Ginny would have thanked him for it, but Astoria just walked inside without a word of acknowledgement. It was as if he was doing no more than he was obligated to do.

"We're here to meet with Lady Narcissa Malfoy," Astoria said as soon as a waitress approached, not even allowing the woman to give them the customary greeting. "Direct us to her."

"Yes, certainly." The waitress' smile never left her face, but it was easy enough for Harry to see that her enthusiasm was forced. Maybe it had been to begin with, but she had to try harder to remain pleasant in the face of Astoria's rudeness. He would be sure to give the woman a much larger tip than usual to make up for it.

The waitress led them over to Narcissa, who smiled slightly and waved them over when she spotted them. Astoria froze though, and Harry understood why. His understanding was that it was supposed to be just the three of them at lunch, but there was another woman sitting beside Narcissa. The woman had a more than passing resemblance to Astoria. Her hair might have been a darker shade of blonde, but they possessed the same sort of aristocratic beauty.

"What is she doing here?" Astoria hissed. Harry shrugged; he was as surprised as she was.

"Good to see you too, sister," Daphne Greengrass said, rolling her eyes. "It just so happens that I was invited." Narcissa cleared her throat to draw attention to herself, staving off whatever angry remark Astoria was about to make.

"Yes, it's true," the older blonde said. "I'm afraid this is all my fault. In my haste to have our meeting, I forgot that I'd already arranged to meet Daphne at the same time."

"At the same time and in the same place?" Harry said, seeking clarification.

"Indeed," Narcissa said. "It was a most embarrassing error."

"I'll bet it was, " Daphne said innocently. Harry looked at her and saw her smiling behind her glass of water. Apparently she didn't buy Narcissa's story any more than he did. Narcissa Malfoy was many things, but she was not so disorganized as that. This stank of a deliberate ploy on her part. For whatever reason, she'd wanted Harry to run into Daphne today, and she'd also wanted Astoria to be there with him. She was definitely plotting something, though he wasn't sure as to what it was just yet.

"Anyway, I see no reason why we can't turn this mistake into a happy positive!" Narcissa said. "This table is more than big enough to seat all four of us. Please, let's this into a foursome, shall we?"

Daphne laughed into her glass of water at the double entendre, and Harry shared her humor. He was sure that line was every bit as intentional as this entire set-up had been, but what really interested him was the scowl on Astoria's face. Nothing had been able to crack her wall of superiority recently, but she was distinctly unhappy now.

"Don't mind if I do," Harry said, sitting down across from Daphne. He didn't even think about pulling Astoria's chair out for her; she could do it herself.

"Astoria? Aren't you going to sit down, daughter?" Narcissa asked. Calling her 'daughter' was a great touch if Narcissa was trying to get under her skin—and she usually was.

"I'd rather not," Astoria said. "I'm sure we won't get any real business taken care of if she's around, so I think I'll just go back to the office if it's all the same to you."

"Don't leave us, Astoria," Harry said. She turned her head to look at him, and her eyes shot pure hatred at him. She wanted nothing more than to walk out, but those four words from him made her feet freeze, and there she would stay until he decided otherwise. "Seriously, sit. Join us. I insist."

Astoria bit her lip and grunted in frustration, but the vow gave her no choice but to take the seat next to him and across from Narcissa. Daphne whistled.

"Now that's surprising, sister" Daphne said. "I knew you worked for Harry, but I never expected you to be so subservient to him. I'm impressed."

Astoria glared at her sister, and then at Narcissa for causing this, and finally at Harry for forcing her to stay. He couldn't remember the last time she'd been so angry with him, and he had a feeling there wasn't a single sexual order he'd given her, no matter how dirty or demanding, that she'd liked less than having him use the vow to force her to have lunch with her own sister.

Maybe he'd found a way to burst that arrogant bubble after all.

Chapter 2 - Chapter 12: When One Chapter Closes...