I was walking through the school hallways with Ginny and Luna behind me. After picking them up from their classes, I convinced them to join me for a brief walk, giving me time to prepare the surprise I had in store. Although they were starting to get impatient, I promised them it would be worth it.
After wandering through areas we hadn't explored during the morning, I finally led them to our destination: a door that stood out against a smooth wall, right in front of us. With a ceremonial pose, I bowed as I opened it, letting them discover what was inside.
"Ladies, welcome to the Lair," I announced proudly.
Ginny and Luna entered, followed by me, their eyes wide with wonder and curiosity as they took in this vast and mysterious place. I had told them about it before, but this was the first time they were seeing it in person. The space was spacious, with a high ceiling and windows that let in natural light. Near the entrance were cabinets filled with costumes, and further in, different sections were marked by low walls or signs on the floor.
As we ventured deeper, we saw that there were already some people there. But what stood out the most were the girls from my group, who were waiting at the farthest end of the hall, around a table filled with food, drinks, and a large cake.
"Welcome!" they exclaimed in unison as they approached to greet my sisters.
This was an initiation event for the club. Originally, I had planned to do it alone, but when I mentioned the idea, everyone decided to participate. They had already met on the train, so there was no need for boring formal introductions. Each of the girls grabbed something to eat and dragged Ginny and Luna to show them what the place had to offer. Hermione took them to the small library, Susan guided them to the kitchen, Hannah to the greenhouse, and Penelope to the dance and training floor, among other nooks, each showcasing their favorite spot.
Meanwhile, I stayed a little behind, watching how the girls showed off the place with such enthusiasm, as if it were the result of their own work and effort. Looking around, I couldn't help but remember all the effort I put into creating this space, and now I was only thinking about how to improve it. I don't expect it to last forever, but while I'm at Hogwarts, I want to see it shine.
The tour took much longer than planned, as we stopped at every little detail. Finally, I took Ginny by the hand and, along with Cho, led her to one of the farthest doors.
"Here's something I think you'll like," I said to my sister as I held the doorknob.
"You're going to love it. Your brother told me you like Quidditch, so we can train together if you'd like," Cho added excitedly.
"Welcome to the nest, home of those who soar the skies." I used my ceremonial tone again.
The door opened, revealing a long and wide space, a bit taller than the lair but less wide. Inside, there was a variety of training equipment: floating hoops, enchanted balls that chased you, an obstacle course, and even tall platforms with huge bird nests for resting without having to go back to the ground. That last detail was my personal touch of humor.
Ginny's eyes widened, especially when she saw the row of brooms on a shelf to one side. Knowing she would come and that she adored this sport, I made sure to make some improvements; these new brooms were one of them. It seemed to work, as her eyes darted around the room, wanting to touch everything she saw like a curious child.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Ginny grabbed a broom from the shelf and began to fly, making some provocative gestures at me. I smiled and grabbed a broom to chase her, while Cho followed us with hers.
Although Ginny had learned to fly with me, she still had room for improvement. We chased each other for a while, and when she gained confidence, she began to pass through the larger hoops, laughing excitedly as she accomplished it and challenging herself with each new attempt.
"Your sister seems to love flying, maybe even more than I do," Cho commented, flying beside me.
"Do you think so?" I replied, smiling with pride for Ginny.
"Or she likes the adrenaline," she added, as we both watched Ginny take risks by passing through increasingly smaller hoops, until in her boldest attempt, she collided with one and fell from several meters.
Fortunately, I had enchanted the ground with a cushioning charm, so the fall didn't cause any serious harm. Without wasting time or complaining, Ginny got back on her broom, determined to overcome the hoop that had made her fall.
"Maybe both things," I said, amused. "Sometimes she can be a bit wild."
"Do you think she'll join the Slytherin team?" Cho asked, excited about the competition.
"I haven't talked to her about it, but I'm almost sure she will." I raised my voice so Ginny could hear me. "Hey, Ginny! Would you like to join the Quidditch team?"
"YEEEESsss!" she shouted from a distance, not stopping. "I would love to!" she added, coming to a sudden halt in a spin to face us, her face beaming with a wide smile and covered in dry sweat.
"Nice curve," I commented, noticing how she was panting, her face alight with pure excitement.
"If you keep this up, by the time you finish Hogwarts, you could join a Quidditch team, maybe even the national team," Cho encouraged her.
"It would be a dream come true… well, one of them," Ginny replied, a spark in her eyes.
"Do you want to join the national team?" I asked, curious to learn more about her ambitions. Although I knew of her fascination with Quidditch and her desire to be one of the Holyhead Harpies, we hadn't specifically talked about her dreams regarding it.
"I want to…" Ginny paused, shaking her head before nodding as if she were organizing her thoughts. Perhaps flying or the previous fall had left her a bit dizzy—. "What I really want is to participate in a Quidditch World Cup at least once in my life. I don't care about going far, just being there, playing, and having people from all over the world watch me..."
"Are you sure?" I asked more seriously as my mind wandered to deeper thoughts.
"Yes," she replied firmly, with that conviction only someone with a clear dream can have.
"I understand…" I murmured, caught up in my thoughts.
Since discovering about my child and the decisions I had to make, I had been reflecting on many things. Among them, I realized I was becoming more ambitious. Goals that used to be small now seemed giant, and my objectives kept growing. Helping my sister participate in a Quidditch World Cup didn't seem impossible… I just needed to make her work very hard, and this place would be perfect for that. She had the ideal companions to help her.
"If you're sure about your dream, I can help you."
"Really?" Cho asked, surprised.
"Yes, and you too. If you want to be professional Quidditch players, I might have some methods to help you get there."
"Really?" Ginny looked at me with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
"I'll have to train you, and it will be very hard. You'll have to meet all my demands," I warned them.
"But you don't know anything about Quidditch," Cho joked, exaggerating a bit. Although I knew something, it was clear that many at Hogwarts knew more than I did about this sport that didn't really interest me.
"I may not know much about Quidditch, but I know how to make you stronger, faster, and better at what you do. It will depend on you. If you're willing, we can start tomorrow." I confirmed confidently.
"Yes!" Ginny exclaimed with determination, confident I would fulfill my promises despite my limited knowledge of the sport.
"I'm in too," Cho added. "Who wouldn't want to improve?"
"Perfect. I'll talk to a few more people and then let you know how we'll proceed. By the way, I warn you, this will be hell." I added with a devilish grin.
Despite my words, my sister remained confident. I had trained her before, just like Cho, although she seemed a bit more nervous.
After visiting the Nest, we returned to the Hideout, where Ginny quickly immersed herself in a conversation with the other girls. I stepped away from them, watching from a distance. Something about her attitude felt strange; it didn't allow me to approach or hear what they were talking about. I felt uncomfortable watching Ginny talk to each of my friends, and in each case, after a while, she would throw me glances that seemed filled with reproach… and perhaps murderous intent. She wasn't just chatting with our close group, but also with other girls who frequented the Hideout, most of them dressed in costumes.
A sense of unease settled in my stomach. Something wasn't right, and that premonition was confirmed when, around lunchtime, as everyone was saying their goodbyes to leave, Ginny approached me in the hallway. Her eyes were red, as if she were about to cry, but the look she gave me was filled with hatred.
*Slap!*
"Whore!" she yelled at me in fury after slapping me with all the strength she could muster, then walked away quickly, almost running. Luna, who was further back, had to hurry to catch up with her, not before turning to look at me with an apologetic expression.
I was left stunned, confused, and angry. Ginny was becoming increasingly unbearable with that attitude, and I had no idea what was motivating her. This had to stop. I even thought that maybe she had gotten the diary and was being influenced by Tom because I couldn't understand how my adorable sister had transformed into such an unstable and aggressive person. Still, I wasn't going to confront her at that moment. I decided to let her calm down, and later I would have a serious talk with her. If it was necessary to teach her a lesson to set her straight, I would do it, even if it was hard for me.
That night I didn't go to dinner. Instead, I stayed in the Hideout, tweaking some details in the space to prepare everything I would need when I left. I had plans both here at Hogwarts and in Castelobruxo, and the sooner I started, the better.
...
When I returned to the common room, it was already late, but there were still a few people awake. I asked if anyone had seen my sister, but no one had. One of them even went to the dormitories to check if she was there, but she wasn't.
Worry began to invade me, so I sent her a [message] asking where she was and if she was okay. Her reply was short and cold.
[Room of Requirement, with Luna. Don't bother us.]
Her response annoyed me for being so curt, but at the same time, I was relieved to know she was okay. I had talked to her about that place and how to access it, so it wasn't strange for them to be there. However, their reluctance to return to the common room reinforced my decision to have a serious talk with Ginny. I also sent a [message] to Luna to make sure everything was okay.
[We're talking... girl stuff. Ginny doesn't want me to say more. We're fine, see you tomorrow.]
I sighed and retreated to my room. I waited a bit until Gemma arrived. I wanted to keep an eye on her without drawing too much attention. For what we had planned later, it was convenient that we weren't seen too much together. Also, the fact that she was pregnant stirred something strange within me, something that made me uneasy... and I must admit, quite aroused. I was craving a good blowjob and doggy style sex.
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2nd Additional Chapter
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