"So," I said even as I glanced down her crouched figure, getting even better glimpses of her nude body as she kept her fingers around my shaft, rubbing back and forth. "You were telling me that what was included in the definition of mostly."
Her blush intensified, but under the circumstances, I wasn't surprised for her lips to part open. "I gave a… a blowjob to Dean," she murmured.
"Just one?" I asked, curious. "When?"
"After we won the game and…" she said, only for her words to fade as she realized she was admitting. From her reaction, there was only one after-game celebration she could be referring to, the one that she started dating with Harry, an event that I knew not just because of the books, but also the memories of Draco. He wasn't there to see it, naturally, but even with his busy schedule, he had heard the many gossips about the particulars of the event.
"You don't have to feel self-conscious," I said even as I caressed her cheek. "After all, you had just dumped him. You're a nice girl, making sure there were no hard feelings after the breakup. Right?"
"R-right," she murmured.
I could have asked more about that, but examining her naked body, I decided it was more interesting to finally touch her beautiful skin instead of teasing her about her limited past affairs. I sat on the floor, next to her, and caressed her cheek. "You're a young woman at the peak of her youth, and you have needs," I whispered as I leaned forward, my lips almost touching her ear. "It's not your fault you're feeling tense enough to escape to the Room of Requirements for a moment of respite."
She didn't pull away from my whisper. Though, considering her fingers were around my shaft, still pumping absentmindedly, that was not exactly surprising. So, rather than commenting on that, I focused on the situation.
I caressed her cheek once more, but this time, rather than pulling my hand away, I let it drift down, until it managed to sneak the small space between her arm and her chest. I captured her nipple between my fingers, enjoying the hardness that shouted her arousal.
"No," she gasped, my intimate touch reminding her just how inappropriate our closeness was. "We can't do that!"
"Really," I said, unable to help my chuckle as my gaze dipped down, looking at my shaft, her fingers still wrapped around it. "It doesn't seem like you made up your mind, yet?"
"I… I did," she managed to say as she stopped pumping my shaft as she shuffled in place, but considering her fingers stayed around, her breathing getting wilder, her conflict was clear.
"You clearly did," I said even as I felt her movement start again, only softer now and slower this time. Yet, it felt even better. "No need to feel self-conscious," I said as I responded, my other hand landing on her stomach, feeling her toned muscles underneath her soft skin.
"I know you're feeling like you're doing something wrong, but it's only a natural reaction. And if you're feeling bad, you can always think of it as payment for all the help I'm giving to in the battle," I said.
"The help?" she asked. "You told me that it's an internal Slytherin matter."
"I lied to confuse them. You didn't really believe it right, or think that you're the only one I saved from Nott?"
"I - I'm not," she whispered, unable to hide the disappointment in her tone, which made me smirk even bigger.
"Of course not, I'm trying to take down Dark Lord," I said, before following that with the same story I had used to convince Hermione that I was on her side. Considering the circumstances were not as dire, Ginny was not as convinced, yet it was enough to keep her in place as she continued to pump my shaft, getting more aroused in the process.
"I'm not sure I believe it," she said. "It would be as stupid as trusting Snape."
"There's no hurry," I said, smirking at the irony of her words. "You can watch my actions and make a decision this way," I said even as I continued to slide my fingers down, until they finally arrived at the treasure between her legs.
The first reaction of her was to moan as my fingers touched her wetness, followed by a panicked shuffle, finally letting my shaft go. "What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Well, I remember you promising me a date because I saved you, and this is the perfect time to enjoy it. Isn't it?"
"A date," she gasped as she crossed her legs, though missing the fact that she left her tits completely bare. "This is not a date!"
"A preparation for a date then," I smirked as I closed in the distance again, and when she tried to pull back more, she found herself pressing against a velvet wall, the room once again transformed to prevent her escape after an order from me. "Look, even your subconsciousness is forcing you to stay," I said as I closed the distance once more, my shaft dangling.
"We can't do it!" she exclaimed as she pointed at my shaft. "It looks too big to fit in."
I smirked, enjoying the unintended effects of the truth charm, but rather than teasing her more about the admission, I closed in the distance. "I didn't mean that," I said. "But I think I deserve the same treatment as Dean, right? After all, he just had a bruised pride while I actually saved you from torture."
"M-maybe," she whispered, her stammer making me even harder as she gazed down with a critical attitude. "I don't think I can take it," she whispered.
"Oh, is this the famed Gryffindor courage, admitting loss before even starting," I said. As far as goading was concerned, it wasn't the greatest example, but under the circumstances, Ginny didn't require much of it in the first place.
Her soft strokes and quick breathing that made her chest rise and fall rapidly had already had me excited enough even before factoring in her exact identity.
It was a small miracle that, even after stacking the deck for my benefit, it was all she needed to lean forward to capture my shaft. But the sensation of her lips on the tip of my penis was impossible to be mistaken.
Her lips widened, taking the head in her mouth easily as I felt the presence of her tongue. She bobbed her head back and forth mechanically. Admittedly, it wasn't the most amazing blowjob I had ever received. Her inexperience was clear.
Not that her clumsiness damaged her sexiness in any manner. I felt the bliss of success as her lips danced back and forth, doing her best to take more of it. As she bobbed her head back and forth a few times, the amount she was able to take wasn't exactly impressive.
"You're doing great," I said as I encouraged her a bit, but the real trick I had in mind was different. I leaned forward, allowing my fingers to reach between her legs easily, dipping into her wetness.
My touch was enough for her to stop what she was doing. "You weren't supposed to touch me," she gasped.
"Come on, sweetie," I said even as my fingers continued to dance her entrance aggressively, making her moan. "You're making me feel good, and I'm paying you back in the same manner. Is it wrong?" Then, I smirked like I just realized something. "Maybe you want me to go down on you as well."
"No, this is fine," she gasped in a hurry, her desire to keep things from escalating further allowing me to do what I wanted in the first place. After all, today was just a start in our little game.
Ginny leaned forward once again hurriedly, hiding her face even as she took the tip of my cock in her mouth again. She sucked again and again as my fingers started dancing at the entrance, the pleasure of my touch helping her to move more liberally than before.
Gradually the speed at which her beautiful head bobbed grew, and the faster she went she gradually reached deeper and deeper parts of her mouth. She lacked the initiative to take it to her throat, which was the bare minimum she needed to do if she wanted me to cum after I had shared a spectacular morning serviced by a Veela MILF.
Yet, even with that, the rush I felt as I slowly wormed through Ginny's defenses through trickery and seduction felt much better than the alternative. And if I didn't attain the release, I could always use it as an excuse to tease her for the future.
My fingers quickened their treatment, caressing her wetness and circling her knob, her pleasure building up rapidly. And, under the circumstances, it wasn't surprised when she climaxed barely a minute after I began, her moans causing my shaft to tremble.
She pulled back, gasping and moaning as she tried to suppress her pleasure. I let her lean against my body as she tried to catch her breath. But soon, her gaze turned down, and she whispered. "You haven't… yet," she murmured.
I chuckled at her failure to say the word after everything. "I haven't, what?"
"You haven't… cum," she whispered, her beautiful blush getting even thicker.
"Unfortunately, sweetie," I answered as I stood up without a warning, making her look up in shock. "You have to work a lot for that to happen, and I have a class to go."
"T-that's it?" she gasped, her shock apparent.
"Well, that's it until I take you to the date you promised, tomorrow. Be at the lakeshore at nine, or I'll come to pick you up from the Gryffindor tower," I said as I walked away my wand out to summon my clothes. She continued to sit, naked, watching in shock, unaware that I used the opportunity to apply one more spell on her.
The same spell that had given her so much trouble earlier.