Harry's return home had surprised Ginny, who had expected him home earlier and assumed he must have stayed at work. She went to greet him at his usual spot on the landing and saw him grim-faced, awkwardly positioning his hips to hide his erection.
She folded her arms across her chest and sighed at him, slightly dreamily, having not quite mustered the tone of annoyance she meant to convey.
"Oh Harry." She said, walking over to him and helping him out of his coat. "What happened?" Ginny said soothingly as he kissed her on the head, moving toward the kitchen.
"Bumped into Daphne Greengrass." He said, sort of wincing as he slumped onto a rickety wooden chair. Ginny sighed and summoned a cushion from the living room, which flew neatly to settle at Harry's feet.
Harry's mind boiled with lust to such a degree that he didn't even remark on how casually Ginny just settled on her knees. Of course, he barely had time to remark on this. Ginny's own libido had been thrumming away while Harry was gone. She quickly worked his trousers open, yanking down them with his boxers to free his throbbing cock.
Harry's smell permeated Ginny's senses, causing her eyes to flutter as she rained kisses along the top of it, pulling his foreskin back to make out with his leaking cock.
"Fucking hell Ginny." Harry moaned, his hands coming up to caress her soft hair. Ginny smacked his hands away and Harry looked at her quizzically. She responded by swiftly taking half of him down into her throat. Harry's magically enhanced length throbbed as she milked him eagerly.
"Ginny! Fuck! Slow down!" Harry whined, but she was acting as if possessed, as if nothing was more important than getting him to come. She began to massage his sack, rolling his egg-sized balls with her hand as the other came up to jerk his shaft. She stared into his eyes pleadingly. Harry felt himself surrender to her.
He bucked his hips as his muscles went taught, his legs going rigid as he shot a veritable torrent of hot, sticky cum down Ginny Weasley's throat.
She lovingly caressed his thighs as she swallowed everything he had, leaving his tip with a wet pop. Harry was dazed, looking down at her in awe. Ginny stood up and smiled at him, wiping the last of him off her lip with her thumb.
"Honestly this curse. I loved doing that. Though... maybe I'm more like my mum than I thought." Harry was slowly getting back into a proper sitting position on the uneasy chair. He had enough of his senses back to raise an eyebrow at that remark.
"Childhood memory. Very long buried." She said with a laugh. Harry was starting to believe Ginny's insistence that wizardkind was less prudish.
Harry refastened his trousers and stood up, sighing deeply in relaxation. "Why don't you arrange to see some friends and I'll make dinner tonight?" Ginny thought about it for a second and nodded. "Actually that sounds good. Felicity Tritter wanted to have a drink tonight." She kissed Harry on the cheek as she went to her room to dress. He heard a radio turn on and smiled as he pulled out parchment and a quill and began to fill out an order form to Gladrags Wizardwear. Money might not say everything, but in this case, it could sure say "thanks".
They enjoyed a nice evening after that, Ginny returning home around 10pm to eat a meal of pasta together.
Harry got to work with surprising gusto, finding he didn't mind the cases so much as Ginny visited him in the study often, bringing relief from the curse or just company. She did this inbetween the thing that occupied most of her time; Quidditch practice. Harry's comfortable money meant Ginny could devote herself to her game, which was now so good that she gave Harry a run for his money.
By Thursday, Harry had begun to feel his eyes unfocus when he looked at the heading of each roll of parchment. His legs twitched and his feet tapped impatiently. He was definitely a little stir crazy with the paperwork. He stood up and stretched his legs, checking the time on his battered watch. 11am. Hadn't even made it to lunch.
Harry sighed and stood up, walking out the study and up the stairs to an empty room where he found what he was looking for. Ginny liked to practice her spellwork in the barren floorboarded room. "Arboricarvus!" She cried, her wand's tip glowing green as she a matching spark appeared on a log, carving it in half neatly as if it were cardboard.
"Oh, hi Harry." She breathed, taking her focus off her wood-cutting. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He said simply, curious and eager to get to the point.
"For flying. Sometimes I take my broom near some woods, it helps to take the odd branch out the way without hurting the tree." Harry nodded impressively at both the magic and his girlfriend's care for nature.
"I was wondering. Can I come to your Quidditch practice? I need to get out the house and I haven't flown in ages." Harry asked, a small tone of pleading adding to his request. Ginny tossed her ginger hair with one hand while she thought. Then she grinned at him with a look of wicked delight. "Alright Potter." She said with a harsh tone. "But don't expect me to go easy on you."
The afternoon 5pm practice was attended mostly by people from Ginny's year in Hogwarts, none of whom Harry recognised well enough to name. All of them were serious about the training, and left everything except Harry's Quidditch skill aside as a topic of conversation.
"Heard you did the Wronski feint in a school match once." Said a burly touslehaired wizard called Evans. Harry grinned. It was good to be back on the pitch. It was a hidden clearing in a well wooded area, with Muggle-repelling charms set and a lookout in case.
They didn't practice with a snitch, the majority of them not trying out for Seeker positions in any team. Instead, they flew a game of aggressive Quidditch split into teams, with Harry playing against Ginny. Harry was beater, having become fairly proficient in his time during school practice when captain.
The game was high-paced and thrilling, with goals flying each way, the occasional stoppage of play for a whacked elbow or bludger knock.
The game had reset and the score was 130 to 140, with a limit of 150 set. With their side trailing, Harry aggressively targeted the chasers with each hit he could manage. He had just swung back to aim a bludger at the rapidly approaching chaser when he saw Ginny peel off their formation, flying straight at him. Harry was startled by this aggressive play, and turned his broom too slowly.
Ginny caught him with an elbow as she flew by, missed by their referee. He heard a cheer as Ginny's team scored the final goal.
Rubbing his shoulder tenderly, Harry flew to the ground to concede a good game, wincing a little. Ginny came skipping over to him, unmistakably happy in her victory. "Better luck next time Harry!" She chirped cheerily, Harry grinning at her. "A very Slytherin play. Still hurts you know!" He added with a joking overtone.
"You might think it's a bit reckless but none of us are that good with the first aid spells. We could ask someone when we go to the pub though?" Harry listened to her, reaching into his robes absentmindedly. He pulled out the small sheaf of parchment Daphne had given him. He explained to Ginny what it was for, watching as her eyes lit up the entire time.
Ginny kissed him on the cheek and grinned at him fiercely. "We cast the warding charm an hour ago, so it has another while. We'll go to the pub and invite her there. That'll give me a chance to explain everything and... maybe discuss some possibilities." Harry frowned a little, but then remembered what she had said about her enjoying this. It did seem to be her idea. Mostly. He couldn't deny the curse had made it easier to go with this.
Soon half of them had headed to the wizarding pub, a small place set into a wall you could walk through called Cauldron Spill. It was slightly gimmicky, with an overt potioneer motif. Cauldrons bubbles at tables with instructions on how to use the enchanted bottles which could add ambience of different kinds to the tables.
They'd booked the only long table in the place, seven of them in total and eight chairs, which was fortuitous. A handsome young French wizard took their order. Harry thought he recognised him for a moment. It wasn't uncommon for students who had visited for the Triwizard Tournament to return, for work or love.
Harry ordered a round of drinks, ciders and beers. The team had a sort of form they tallied their drinks on, which he followed. He hadn't been aware wizardkind shared a similar sporting and drinking culture combined.
He settled in next to Ginny, who had been chatting animatedly about broomstick twig-trimming lengths. "Oh Harry." She said, turning to him. "Now we're here, want to give Daphne a bell?" Ginny's face was nothing but sweetness and light. Harry nodded, grabbing the piece of paper between his forefinger and thumb, heading outside.
Harry looked around for Muggles, but the alley it was in was very deserted. He rubbed out one of the stars and spoke aloud. "Ginny and I are having a drink. Injured at Quidditch. Come for a drink and work after?" He inquired, his voice almost wavering a little as he tossed it into the air. It crumpled up and looked as if it flattened itself into a seam of thin air, then disappeared. Harry decided there was no reason to wait out in the cold, heading back inside into the warmth.
He had been sitting with Ginny and her friends, discussing Quidditch, when in walked Daphne. She looked half-way between dressed for the evening and professional. She wore a simple white buttoned shirt and a medium-length black skirt embroidered with gently moving grey stars. She stood out due to the emerald green heels she wore. They shimmered slightly when they caught the light, made of a material he suspected to be magical.
Daphne stopped at the bar and brought back a slightly smoking cocktail in a short glass. Ginny gave Harry a small, very subtle tap with her elbow. She flicked her eyes down to the other end of the table. "So Harry, as punishment for being on the losing team...you have to tell stories. Any ones they ask about." A few of Ginny's friends raised her eyebrows eagerly as Harry groaned as he rose to go join the gathering throng at the end of the table. He took a sip of his beer and launched into the tale of battling the Hungarian Horntail.
The evening continued well for Harry. He found that after the fun of Quidditch and some liquid refreshment, he didn't mind retelling some of his extremely strange life. It was made easier by seeing Ginny and Daphne chatting animatedly, occasionally stopping to break into furtive whispers.
Eventually, once it had started to get later, Ginny announced that they were leaving. Harry looked up at this news, seeing Daphne eyeing him and Ginny with a strange look. As if weighing something. Harry and Ginny went out the back exit to an enclosed courtyard, the low visibility making it perfect for Apparating. They were about to do so, when Daphne came out after them. Ginny grinned at her. "Daphne! Come to help Harry's shoulder?" She asked inquisitively. Daphne looked as if she was about to turn back, but swayed.
"Of course. I offered, after all." She said simply. Harry thought for a moment. "Do you know Grimmauld Place?" He asked Daphne. She nodded. "Ginny described it. I've been in that area before." Harry clapped his hands and nodded at them. "Alright then. In a moment." They spun on the spot, leaving the courtyard swirling with dust a little as they vanished with a crack.
Once they regrouped in the hall of Grimmauld Place, Ginny performed the normal nightly ritual of making the tea, while Daphne excused herself into the living room to prepare.
Harry stroked Ginny's shoulder as he kissed her on the side of the neck. "Going as you anticipated?" Harry murmured to her as she sighed sweetly. "Pretty much honey." Ginny said as she languished into him, before snapping up straight. "Later." She said, humming as she poured some tea.
They sipped it together and chatted about the day while Harry massaged Ginny's feet, the redhead giving the occasional coo of pleasure. After a while, Daphne walked back into the open door of the kitchen. "It's ready. If you could strip down to your undergarments and join me." She said relaxedly, turning to walk back to the room. Ginny took her feet away and Harry stood. He turned away from Ginny and slowly disrobed. The charm was still holding, and right now his manhood sagged against his navy boxers, looking very much like something ready to be released.
He went to hug Ginny and leave, but when he turned to face her, Ginny was in nothing but a green bikini. Harry's eyes bulged out of his head. "G-Ginny! You're-"
"Coming with. We discussed it. I'll pay extra for a couple's massage." The beautiful witch said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "C'mon". She said, tugging him by the hand to the room.
Daphne had a talent for this kind of thing. Using potions, incenses, spells and enchantments, she had turned their room into a relaxation paradise, like something from a distant land of pleasure. She waved her wand and two soft towels wrapped around them.
Harry and Ginny lay carefully face first onto the massage tables as they sighed, the aroma of the air causing a magical relaxation. He swore the curse wasn't affecting him under this kind of serene atmosphere.
Daphne stepped behind a screen and changed quickly while a harp played itself softly. She stepped out wearing the most obscenely lewd outfit any of them had ever seen, had they not been face down. Daphne's soft, round breasts heaved against a green set of cords and bare fabric, barely covering her dusky pink nipples. Covering her bald, puffy slit was nothing but a strip of fabric and some strings. Daphne was a softly physiqued woman, with a generous curves and a tender touch. Waving her wand, phials of oil extracted from Grindylows coming to gently pour on both their backs. It had a pleasant, warming effect.
Using a spell she had been practicing intensely, Daphne cast a locomotive charm that would copy a pair of enchanted rings she wore for the shoulder massage. As she climbed atop Harry, Ginny felt matching sensations of hands on her shoulders.
"Ohhhh..." they both groaned as Daphne's gentle fingers began to work knots of tension out of their shoulders. What Harry could feel that Ginny could not, was Daphne's warm, smooth body sliding against him teasingly. The oil was clearly magical in nature, spreading easily and keeping their skin wet, rather than dripping everywhere. Her soft, naked skin felt wonderful to Harry, and soon he and Ginny were enjoying their massage, half-awake.
After a good long while of a deep relaxing massage on their shoulders was Harry growing uncomfortably hard in the meantime. He had just wondered where this was heading, and whether he should cast the relief spell when Daphne spoke.
"If you could both turn over, I'll work your legs." She added, her professional manner undercut with a slim tinge of anticipation. Daphne had made such a relaxing atmosphere in the room that they had all been practically unaware that the curse was spinning its alluring web around them.
Harry turned over, the front of his boxers not as normally as strained as they would be. This was because his penis was poking out the top of the waistband, the oil having spread to it, causing his purple tip to shine in the candlelight.
Ginny was eager too, it seemed, and had removed her bikini top to let her beautiful breasts free. They both gasped a little when they saw what Daphne was wearing. She accelerated their plans, and waved her wand to cause the two tables to come together. Harry and Ginny held hands as Daphne mounted the table, taking one of Harry's muscular legs into her hands and starting to work his calves deeply.
"Ohh." Harry moaned a little, Ginny absent-mindedly cupping one of her breasts as she leaned in, kissing him deeply.
They made out softly while Daphne gave Harry's legs a good, hard massage, her fingers pushing into him in a satisfyingly painful way.
Once she was done, she faced Ginny, bringing her legs into her lap. But she didn't start there. Instead, Daphne brought her fingers to Ginny's waiststraps and pulled her flimsy excuse for underwear off, the ginger girl making a little thrilled gasp.
Daphne let it hang lazily from her fingers for a moment while she lifted Ginny's left leg upright, propped against her shoulder. Dropping the skimpy underwear she grabbed Ginny's thigh and pressed her fingers in deeply while she ran her hands downward. "Ah..a-ah... that's nice... you- Ooh!"
Harry watched agape as he watched Daphne rubbed her palm across his girlfriend's pussy, massaging it gently. She turned her head to face Harry, smiling sinfully. "We talked for a long time at the pub. She explained everything." Daphne elicited a moan from Ginny as she switched her technique and moved to gently touching the tip of her wand on the redhead's wet pussy, a pleasant vibration effect doing wonders on her growing desires.
Harry's urges and the raw desire in Daphne's voice made his body thrum with need. His cock oozed and his scrotum clenched gently as he groaned. Unable to resist, Harry yanked down his boxers and flicked them aside and began to stroke himself. Ginny flicked her eyes between them. She looked drunk or high, her body heaving as she moved her hips frustratedly.
"I'm not as simple as that." The blonde beautiful said emphatically. Her piercing blue eyes gazing at him intently, she leaned her head toward him. Harry raised his eyebrows, waiting eagerly as Daphne leaned down to press her lips against his cock. She didn't stop there, she rubbed her lips against it lewdly, then sloppily kissed his head, swirling her tongue around him and sucking with a wet pop.
"By the time we finish our massage, I'm going to convince you both to have me."