"D-draco?" she gasped as I took a step forward, cutting the distance between us to nothing.
"What, Ginny," I asked even as I put my finger on her shoulder, then dragged it down until it disappeared in her beautiful cleavage. A rather transparent show of my intent, breaking the illusion that I was not going to touch her. "It's your fault, you know?" Who told you to have such amazing breasts?"
"T-they are good?" she asked before she could stop herself, which gave me the chance to cover the distance.
And, before she could say anything else, I escalated the situation. "Not as beautiful as your lips," I said, breaking the balance. Not with a gentle kiss. No, that would have been too gentle, and would raise the situation behind the date even kinder.
No, I had something naughtier in mind. I pressed her shoulder down. Not roughly, but in her current state, that was not needed. Even the gentlest push was enough for her to follow that, and suddenly, she found herself on her knees. "Show me how beautiful your lips are," I asked her even as I pushed my pants down, my erection visible and throbbing.
She tried to lean back, but she was unable to look away, fascinated by my length as I exposed myself to her.
"Not… here!" she gasped, but her hot breath only made it throb more in anticipation. She closed her eyes for a moment to take a deep breath, but as she did so, she opened her mouth, disagreeing with her own words.
In her aroused state, she had no chance of rejecting the call. "This is… wrong-" she managed to whisper, but a push of my hips was all that was needed to silence her.
"Very good, Ginny," I said, a growl escaping my mouth even as I grabbed her head. It wasn't the first blowjob she was giving me, and this time, I had no intention of letting her control the pace. "Show me just how good you are!"
Her eyes widened as she felt the invasion. She turned her beautiful gaze up, her eyes emotional, not sure what to do. I didn't blame her, as I had effectively and succinctly torn apart any hint of control she had, before ambushing her with my extended kindness.
It was Potter's fault, of course, gallivanting around, abandoning her to defend herself against… well, me. A task that she failed, considering she was in a muggle dressing room, with another man's huge cock trying to push against her throat.
Helpless, her gaze stayed pinned on me, with swirling emotions. Swirling desires, and confusion prevent her from deciding what to do. If it was earlier, without her unnatural arousal, she would have run away.
Yet, she just obediently accepted my invasion of her throat.
I was not surprised by this reaction. Sure, Ginny was a spitfire, but also she was a tomboy that had grown up with six brothers, who did their best to defend her even when she was at Hogwarts, leaving her protected against the touch of the darker men.
She was unprepared for the push. It was not surprising that her first real slip, the blowjob of apology she had given to Dean, happened after she started dating Harry. After her family loosened the vigil around her, trusting Harry to keep her safe.
A great mistake, considering she was busy gagging and moaning as I invaded her throat. "Try to keep your voice down. We don't want to be caught, do we?" I asked. The widening of her eyes was simply magnificent.
Her panic was another sign of her emotional vulnerability, one that I had no problems enjoying.
However, her emotional vulnerability didn't mean a physical deficiency. She was quick to adapt to my warning, and the sudden gags and gasps had been cut suppressed far quicker than I expected, especially considering it was her first deep-throat attempt.
"You're such a good slut, Ginny," I whispered as I let her pull back for a breather. Amusingly, she felt ashamed as I told her that, avoiding my gaze. It was a miracle that she wasn't exploding in anger. A miracle that I had built carefully for myself.
"I'm… I'm not a slut," she whispered.
"Are you a good girl, then?" I asked, and she nodded. "Show me how good of a girl you are and take all of it, this time unassisted."
She looked up at me, licking her lips for a moment before she leaned forward, grabbing my legs. She didn't say anything, but I didn't need her words to see her defenses were shattered at this moment, the only response she could manage was a reckless reach.
Just like that, her warmth wrapped around me once more as she took action. As I watched, supremely smug, her head moved forward, her jaw opening wider. It was fascinating that, Ginny, confident in her haughty, independent nature, was on her knees, deepthroating me of her own volition without even the slightest assistance.
I said nothing as her lips spread to the limit, sliding over my length repeatedly, allowing it entrance into her tight throat. Her warm mouth kept sliding forward, her smooth lips giving me supreme pleasure, and a jolt going through me with each repeat.
The sound of her endless gags was the perfect backdrop.
I wanted the pleasure to continue for the rest of the day, but the endless, extended foreplay hadn't been just challenging for her. Instead, I freed my feet from my shoe, and pressed against her wetness, caressing her core.
Already on the edge, it took seconds for her to climax, and I took her trembling as an invitation to explode, filling her mouth, not caring about any discomfort she might be feeling. I had a feeling Ginny was capable of more.
A lot more.
So, when I heard a third voice, I looked at her. "Is everything alright, ma'am," called a saleswoman, one that was different from what I had spelled.
Ginny looked panicked even before I sat on the only place I could sit, and pulled her to my lap. "Answer her," I whispered into her ear. Too bad that was not the only thing I had done. I pushed her panties to the side, and started fingering her.
Shocked, she froze. Feeling merciful, I decided to lead her a bit. "Say that you stubbed her toe."
"Yes, I was a bit clumsy and… hit my toe," she answered loudly. Louder than necessary, to be exact, but considering her situation, her excuse was rather solid. Unfortunately, her tone was the exact opposite, telling her that something was going on, enough for the saleswoman to drag us out.
Luckily for Ginny, I had no intention of allowing that. I cast a compulsion spell, one that Ginny missed in her distraction. A spell to make her ignore the suspicious sounds…
But also, to make her ignore any attempt of sending her away.
"Do you need any help, ma'am," she asked.
Ginny opened her mouth to answer, her panic cute enough to break my resistance and change my plans. The aim of the date was to seduce her strongly, through a fascinating charm offensive through the fancy side of the muggle world. I had already a restaurant arranged, followed by a beautiful king suite where I would take her gently…
Pity the way she squirmed on my lap, temping me, was enough to ignore all those plans. I grabbed her hips, shifting her slightly. A push later, Ginny Weasley, the precious girlfriend of Harry Potter, was a virgin no more.
The moan she let out as my shaft slid into her mercilessly was enough to extract a beautiful cry. "Are you sure you don't need any help, ma'am?" asked the saleswoman.
"No! I don't!" Ginny gasped, her voice leaving no doubt about what was going on in the dressing room. Still, I was impressed. She was able to speak even as I pushed inside her mercilessly, invading her tightness for the first time.
She looked at me with deep panic, but also with desire, showing just how quickly she had turned into a little slut. With a little attention, and some magical arousal, suddenly, she was a little redheaded toy for me.
She tried to reach to my lips to silence a moan, but I pulled back, with no intention of suppressing that beautiful sound. A soft moan escaped her, her panic clear.
"You look distressed, sweetie, do you want me to stop?" I asked. She shook her head panickedly, her aggressive personality drowned by fear and excitement in equal measures. "Beautiful, honey. Try to keep it low. We don't want to give a show to the muggles, do we?"
"N-no," she moaned, beautiful as her lingerie-clad body shivered repeatedly, the growing wetness between her legs drenching my cock as I invaded her core repeatedly.
I said nothing as I pushed my hips forward mercilessly, penetrating her wetness even deeper. Her eyes flew open wide and her mouth formed a surprised gasp, but no attempt to stop me. For a virgin, she was truly fascinating.
Benefits of her athletic habits, clearly. She stayed on my lap obediently, her legs stayed motionless, but still wide enough to allow unfettered access. I could have taken her without stopping. It was a cute position.
But, there were better alternatives. Another spell, and the saleswoman started a significant number of questions about purchases, treating Ginny's nonsense answers as gospel. Yet, that was not the only trick I pulled. I grabbed Ginny's waist and turned, and suddenly, Ginny found herself face to face with her reflection, with no concealment of what was going on.
She was a slut, nothing more.
Distracted by the new world she found herself in to properly process the words of the saleswoman, her gaze was on my hands under her tight hips, raising them for a better angle. She was helpless, hovering, without the leverage to shift her movement.
Yet, soon, she was doing her best to push herself deeper, to take an even bigger part of my shaft. "It's time for your reward," I whispered, and suddenly, she found herself trembling helplessly as I exploded, tainting her heaven with my seed.
Pity in her gaze I could see that she was already overwhelmed. It seemed the date was over… For now…