They'd been sitting in the waiting room of St Mungo's hospital for about twenty minutes now. Harry fidgeted uncomfortably with his robes while Ginny leafed through a magazine next to him.

His eyes flicked over to the "Busy" sign, a little magical scribble pad that wrote or erased when necessary.

She was reading a magazine called "Witch Weekly", chewing on some gum idly. It gave her breath a little magical snowflake pattern. Hardly noticeable unless you were paying attention, it was one of the ways the boisterous witch had asserted her personality lately.

Harry had just finished making the 50th twisting fiddle of his ring when the door opened and a kind-faced blonde witch looked at him, clearly recognising him but having to call anyway. "Mr Potter?" She said sweetly, beckoning him and Ginny into the consultation room.

He sighed and got up, Ginny pocketing the magazine and following him in, practically skipping a little. It was your standard Healer's office, it was kept bare in case of any spatter from spells or potions. A desk, a chair and some books kept in a glass cabinet.

She gestured for them to sit in two wooden chairs, smiling a little. "So Mr Potter. We've run through some of the results of the tests and it had to be taken to the Curses department." She sighed a little, almost as if she was composing herself. Ginny was eyeing her eagerly, waiting for her to speak. Harry found this a little embarrassing, but he was no stranger to the hospital given his line of work as an Auror. The Healer cleared her throat and then continued after a moment. "It's an exceedingly rare curse called the creeping captivation curse. Essentially, it causes you to become lustful towards people around you but only if you're spending time with them."

She had turned away a minute to flip through a slightly dusty grimoire on the desk. "And in turn the curse's magic affects them, causing them to reciprocate." The witch gave a sort of triumphant "A-ha!" gesture when she found the page. She showed him a page of two people entwined by a cursed silhouette.

Ginny was all eyes, and had leant forward in her chair to survey the old book's diagrams. It had been helpfully translated into a few languages, and Ginny began to read it aloud. "The curse will naturally wear off over time, but if the afflicted didn't get release with a partner often enough, it would start to unleash unstable magic. It was proportionally dangerous to those cursed." Harry groaned, flushing a little and pinching his nose bridge in embarrassment. The witch smiled sympathetically at Harry, somewhat ignoring Ginny's rapturous study of the book.

"Well this'll be an issue." The redhead exclaimed, almost proudly. "Harry is quite magically gifted, I think." The healer giggled a little. Harry's reputation as the one who defeated Voldemort made this basically a given.

"Normally in this situation we'd recommend that you and your partner uh... quarantine, so to speak. However we do have magically sealed rooms that offer protection while you ride it out with the aid of our Healer's magic." The witch took the book back from Ginny, who grinned sheepishly. Harry gave a weak thumbs up as he hid behind his hands.

"Thanks Healer. I'll probably come up with a situation at home that works best for him." She turned to look down at Harry, her eyes sparkling slightly as she couldn't help but smile with nervous energy.

Harry got up slowly and smiled weakly at the Healer. "Thanks a lot, at least I know what I'm dealing with now." The blonde witch smiled sympathetically. She placed her hand on his shoulder and then remembered something, reaching for the book. "By the way, the curse's aura will affect those closer to you than strangers, so maybe keep house calls to a minimum." Ginny waved at her and nodded as she eagerly pulled Harry out the door; "No problem thank you bye!"

Harry was leaning against the kitchen counter, reading from a book Ginny kept, almost like a magical diary. She had transcribed what she had read in the book for Harry so he could learn about the affliction. She was dressed sparsely, in a flowery yellow dress made of a thin material. When the light caught her, Harry could see her nude silhouette. It caused his already painfully hard cock to twitch as it throbbed, straining against his navy sweatpants.

"So this curse. It'll cause people around me to become horny for me?" he said, shaking his head in disbelief slightly. Ginny was busy making them tea, humming a little over a kettle. She had a rosy glow on her cheeks and seemed dizzyingly cheery. In her defence, everyone had been in great spirits following the defeat of Voldemort. It had been a few months since then. Harry and Ginny had moved into Grimmauld Place, primarily so they could be closer to the Ministry but also for some privacy.

Indeed, in the time following the defeat of the greatest ever Dark Wizard, people had been having families very quickly. Harry's first hearing of this was that Bill was to become a dad. People had become freer in their post-celebration happiness. Perhaps magic was influential.

Ginny replied to him in-between making the tea. Her wand lazily moved with slow circles of her wrist as it made the teabags drop into the teapot and stir. "Essentially. It's also stronger if you have a personal bond or if their magical 'resonance' suits yours. I think in your case they'd have to be a skilled witch." She thought for a minute. "Or wizard I suppose."

Harry raised an eyebrow at this. "A bit premature." He remarked dryly. She giggled to herself after he said this. "Sorry love it's just... new." Harry snorted a laugh. He'd made Ginny aware he was fairly sure he was bisexual after they got back together. He'd discovered this in Quidditch, after the showers had made him hard. However, he'd found his romantic inclination was with women so he'd never really practiced it.

"I suppose I can accept that." He replied with a smile as she passed him his tea, her fingers lingering on his hand a little in a way that made his heart jump a little.

The curse was already starting to work on him again, the invisible tendrils of its magic flowing from him and captivating his girlfriend, as if his essence intertwined and mixed with hers. It was a subtle effect at first. He drank his tea to try and calm himself, almost relishing the scalding liquid on his tongue. Harry felt the pain of it slipping down his throat almost replacing the growing hunger in his sexuality.

Ginny smirked at him. Since they'd been back together they'd been ravenous, so there was no hope she could resist the powerful magic of the curse. She rubbed her thighs together a little to cause some friction, briefly calming herself so she could press on. "I wouldn't necessarily consider it cheating, as long as I approve. You know, send a patronus." Harry gawked at her, his glasses off his face due to his sudden movement.

"You can't be serious!" He scoffed. To his credit, the thought hadn't even entered his mind. He was baffled, but she sought to quell his apprehension quickly. "No, see, think about it. Everyone's all charged up after it's all become a lot better. People are already flinging themselves at you left, right and centre." She saw the nervous look in his eye, confirming her guesses. Ginny was quite a fearsome witch so people wouldn't be bold enough to do it with her nearby. "This way, you have an excuse that I somewhat approve of and it can only be with girls who you at least like." She held up her hand. "However you have to explain the entire thing about the curse and we can use a spell I found that relieves the attempts temporarily. Like a kind of shield." She pulled over her wand from the counter and demonstrated, swishing it and muttering "proveni malus cissus".

The curse's effect halted briefly. Not on Harry, who by now was practically radiating a sexual miasma, but Ginny felt the magic stop, as a magical shield blocked the influence. She was still horny for him, of course, but she did feel like she could freely evaluate the situation.

"Yeah. It does work. Is it worrying that I still think it's a good idea?" She asked almost earnestly. Harry groaned. He was unbelievably frustrated at the moment, the curse driving him to imagine the topic of conversation visually. Different witches and a few wizards writhing beneath him in pleasure, almost vision-like in his mind.

Ginny grinned at him hungrily. "Finite incantatem." She whispered as she waved her wand.

Harry grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in tight, crushing his lips against hers. The return of the curse's influence was like a tidal wave, washing over her magic, overwhelming her. She felt her pussy throb as she desperately rubbed her legs together. Harry's hand moved up to grasp at her perky left breast, squeezing and pawing at it as he moved his hips to grind his throbbing erection against her wet cunt.

"Oh fuck, Merlin, Harry please." She whined desperately as she broke their kiss, pressing her forehead against him. "Bedroom. Now." He nodded in-between breaths, following her as she practically skipped to their room, flinging herself onto their plush four-postered bed.

Harry waved his wand and the door and curtains flew shut. Then another graceful movement had candles lit. Last with a wordless spell he vanished their clothing. Harry Potter was gifted in a few ways it seemed. His cock was thick and long, veins running along his meaty shaft. His foreskin almost completely covered his glistening head.

Ginny stared at him, admiring his lean but muscular physique. She stared at his calves, tracing them up to his thighs. She admired his heavy balls, reminiscing about the feeling of them hitting against her.

Harry climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, devouring her with his eyes. She was taut and tight, with teardrop breasts and a peachy arse. He spread Ginny's legs roughly, eliciting a gasp from her. Harry dove in, fastening his mouth to her soaking lips, his nose tickling her fiery red pubes. He swiped his tongue in long, lazy strokes, in random movements as he got faster.

Ginny bucked and groaned against him, moving his head and her hips to get the right spot. "Oh yeah, fuckfuck right fuck there!" He was determined, almost angry like a bull in heat as he desperately mashed his tongue against her. Normally Ginny preferred more skill but she was driven just as wild as he was, thrusting her hips against his face wildly. Her face and chest were flushed red and she panted and screwed her eyes shut. "Harry, Im-" she cut herself off as she clawed at his hair, clamping his head shut with her thighs.

Harry flattened his mouth against her and flicked it slowly as Ginny released hard, cumming frantically against his mouth, his chin with her essence.

She hummed as she trembled, her legs falling apart as Harry took his mouth off her. "That was amazing sweetheart..." She crooned softly to him as she readjusted and leaned in for a kiss.

Instead, Harry pinned her to the bed by her shoulders roughly, looming over her with a scary, raw energy. Ginny loved it. He was setting her insides alight. "You had yours. Now I get to have mine." He said hurriedly, grabbing his cock and rolling his foreskin back as he rubbed his swollen purple head, wet with glistening precum, up against her soaked pussy.

"Oh fuck, do it, no charm." She whispered in awe, ready to be fully claimed by her boyfriend.

Harry groaned in acceptance as he pushed his hips forward quickly, sinking his cock into her warm, massaging folds. "Yessss!" Ginny hissed, her heels pushing against his firm arse as he sank more of himself into her. Ginny's pussy fluttered and clenched his thick cock, coaxing his virile nuts to clench and rise up, the curse's magic causing Harry's cock to grow slightly and leak thick precum into her.

"Oh God." Harry growled as he softly bit her neck, adjusting so that he could pin her knees back with his arms. He was placing her in a mating press and she felt powerless to stop him. The curse had caused her magic to bloom and twist, igniting her core and driving her wild with lust. She wanted nothing more than her fierce, powerful lover to fill her with so much hot cum that she'd look pregnant. God willing that magic worked this way, she thought.

Harry started to increase his pace, his heavy, swollen balls clapping against her as their sweaty bodies rutted together. "I'm gonna fucking breed you Ginny. I'm going to knock you up again and again!" Harry moaned, his sweaty body arched as he wildly fucked her, Ginny's abused pussy making lewd sounds as Harry gave her all he had.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepl-" Ginny cut herself off as she arched her back and squeezed her thighs together. She came hard, her vision whiting out as she pressed her soft soles against Harry's face. On a primal instinct well-taught from their sex, Harry sucked, bit and swiped his tongue wildly against her feet as he too reached his peak.

Harry thrust his cock one last time, his thick length spearing her deeply as his head bludgeoned against her cervix. His meat twitched and grew as his balls clenched up. Harry moaned as he deposited load after load of powerfully potent spunk into Ginny's fertile pussy.

Time seemed to stop for the two young lovers as they slowly came down from their peaks, their twitching turning to soft movements as Harry sank onto Ginny and slowly caressed her hair, whispering softly to her nice things and asking if she was okay.

Ginny slowly stirred from her reverie, moaning softly as she stroked Harry's back, moving her hand up to tussle his hair a little. "I think...hooo... the curse made you bigger." She took a breath, adjusting as Harry slowly softened within her.

They both made little noises of surprise as Harry pulled out of her with a wet noise, his thick cum oozing out of her copiously. It seemed the curse acted in more ways than one, having boosted his semen production. Ginny looked like she'd been fucked multiple times.

She stirred again, reaching her hand out for her wand on the bedside table. She swished it and the door opened, her magical diary flying in and landing on the pillow next to her gracefully. She started to leaf through it as Harry admired his soft length. It was bigger, he was sure about it. "Not much of a curse is it?" He remarked, a little sardonically.

"Not quite." Ginny replied, reading what she'd magically transcribed. "It looks like I'll need to research more counter-curses." Ginny lazily swiped a finger at her labia, collecting some of Harry's cum and sucking it into her mouth. Harry was a bit agog. She was always a free spirit but it seemed the curse brought out her wild side. "If you succumb to it, you'd be a raging, sexual beast. Basically eventually transforming into some kind of lustful creature." She furrowed her brow and quickly cast a spell, too quick for Harry to hear the words.

Harry felt peace wash over him, his lusts inflamed as he settled to lie beside her. His cock and balls had stayed enlarged, however. It wasn't a lot, just a small endowment of power.

"That should keep it at bay for about 6 hours at a time, but it lessens if you haven't had sex. It shaves like half the time off each time." Harry nodded as Ginny turned to him for some pillow talk.

"So... what I said earlier. I still mean it." She said, kissing his cheek. "But it's cheating, Ginny." He groaned.

Ginny sighed lazily and nuzzled into him. "Look, even before you got hit with this curse you had a pretty high appetite. And so do I, but... I've been thinking it might be fun to watch." She shrugged a little before continuing. "You're famous. I know loads of people must want you. I had a hero worship thing going for a while, you literally saved my life." Ginny grinned a little and kissed his neck, Harry reluctant to hear this praise.

"The conditions feel right and I'm trusting my gut. Call it me exploring a kink. I thought about it. What if you position the magic mirror and I watch through the shard?" Harry's beautiful ginger lover snuggled up against him as he frowned, thinking about it.

"Deal." He said, grabbing her for another kiss and rolling on top of her.