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Chapter 2 – Charmer

Ginny left the Great Hall after joining her classmates for supper. She skipped dessert – she had something more enticing on her mind.

She walked outside, enjoying the cool autumn breeze. It ran through her hair and over her skin; the sensation causing small bumps all over her body and her breasts to firm up. She pulled her robes closer to her body and found a patch of grass to sit upon. She found her spot – it was on the edge of the forbidden forest. Ginny sat in her spot, waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting… she reached into her robes and fingered the small parchment – the only remaining parchment from Tom Riddle’s destroyed journal.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ginny stood to walk back to Hogwarts Castle. She thought to herself, “I must be insane, sitting out here like he’s going to apparate whenever I need him. What the hell am I thinking?” She placed her hands on her robes to tighten them up, but stopped as she felt his warm hands touch her.

“You didn’t think I’d leave you, did you?” He softly spoke into her ear, his lips lightly tickling her.

She put her hands atop his, “Tom…”

“Ginny, Ginny. Tsk Tsk, you’re not giving up on me, are you? No, Ginny. I’m not through with you. Darling, you have MUCH to learn,” he began sucking on her earlobe.

“Mmm… Tom,” she reached around, hooking his head with her arms, pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him deeply and passionately. His tongue danced with hers inside her eager mouth.

He moved his hands to her chest. He took one hand and placed it on her hip, and his other hand reached under a breast and he rubbed his arms along her nipple. He ran his hand over her chest as he kissed her wildly, his tongue rotating along hers, entering into her mouth and pulling back and forth. As he pulled his mouth from hers, he sucked on her bottom lip. He loved the sound of her lips smacking on his.

As Ginny stood, her back to Tom, she surrendered to his touch. He was a man, THE man… he was the man who controlled her and brought her to orgasmic heights unimaginable. Each time was different, and she relished the experience. She knew who he was, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t think straight, let alone decipher right from wrong. He made it impossible, and this time was no different. She couldn’t rationalize… she couldn’t think… who COULD think when they’ve got Tom Riddle’s hand caressing her breast and moving a hand to her crotch?

Tom hooked his arm, bringing Ginny’s breast into his hand. Feeling her over her robes, he brought her nipple between his fingers. He kissed her neck, licked the soft skin behind her ear, and whispered, “Virginia…face me.”

Without hesitation, she faced Tom. She reached for him, but was quickly denied when he stepped back from her, taking his warm mouth from her skin; his hands dropping from their pleasurable position.

“Derevlus interus” upon Tom’s incantation, Ginny felt the strangest sensation as her robes and uniform began to slowly unravel from her body. Faster and faster, she was becoming more and more exposed as her school uniform was falling apart, one thread at a time. Her uniform was lightly sitting atop her body in an unraveled mess.

Tom’s face became soft, and as he opened his mouth, he placed his tongue between his teeth, and spoke words unfamiliar to Ginny. He was speaking a strange tongue… the tongue of Snakes. “Hassstha Sssah Ssth hah…”

The threads on Ginny’s body were moving into forms… the forms became solid and began to slide over her skin. She was entranced as she looked into Tom’s eyes and was extremely turned on as he was talking to her robes. She watched his eyes fall to her body, and smiled at the satisfied expression on his face.

He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. He looked at her, feeling accomplished. He was in command. He was in control.

Ginny looked down and realized what happened. She immediately became terrified as she saw hundreds of small snakes entwining around her – Tom changed her clothing into SNAKES. And they were ALL OVER her. She was terrified and screamed at him, “Tom no! TOM STOP, PLEASE!”

He placed his wand on her shoulder, and the snakes moved all over her. “Relax. They can sense fear. The more you move, the more they’ll be willing to attack.”
“No Tom! I don’t like this. Please!” She struggled under the snakes covering her body.

Again, Tom spoke Parsletongue. Several snakes looked him in the eye, bowed in acknowledgement, and placed themselves on Ginny’s hands. Another grouping of snakes reached from behind Ginny, bringing her hands behind her. Those snakes met with the ones around her hands and linked to bind her hands behind her back.

Ginny stood, bound and exposed, before Tom Riddle. She was pleading with him, but then another snake covered her mouth. She shook her head. She was afraid and she HATED the position that Tom had her in. She closed her eyes.

Tom placed a soothing hand to her face. She opened her eyes and several tears fell down her cheek. Tom brought his mouth to her face, licking the tears that fell. He whispered to her, “don’t fear them. Trust me Ginny, they won’t hurt you… unless I want them to.”

Ginny was petrified. She cursed inside – she KNEW she walked into this, and she knew that now she couldn’t turn back. Tom would retaliate and she didn’t want that. She needed to relax and play his game.

He approached her, placing a hand on her face. He stroked her cheek and ran a hand over her chest again. He licked her earlobes, and brought his mouth to her neck. He brushed his lips along her collarbone, blinking his eyes – his eyelashes giving butterfly kisses to her shoulders. He tucked a hand under her bound hands and pulled her body closer to his. “Relax my dear. You will enjoy this.”

Ginny leaned her head back as Tom caressed her breasts in his hands. He brought his mouth to her exposed breast and pulled her nipple into his mouth. He sucked on her, and his other hand cupped her firmly… massaging her… slowly relaxing her.

She released a soft moan. She was finally submitting to his touch.

He slowly and firmly licked on her hardened nipple, bringing the peaks of her sensitivity between his teeth. He lightly bit her, making her body shake. He caressed her other breast in his hand, running his middle finger along the bottom of her breast and lightly pulling her nipple between his thumb and the first knuckle of his pointer finger.

Ginny weakened under Tom’s commanding touch. She was powerless under him… she was under his spell… under his control.

Tom spoke again. A true Parslemouth, he commanded the snakes all over Ginny. Several snakes slid down to her breasts as he moved away to watch. They flicked their tongues on her skin, causing her to shake more and more. A grouping around her legs hissed and slid between her legs. The snake on her mouth slid around her neck and hissed into her ear. Its tongue flicked at the skin covering her ears and back to behind her ear.

Several snakes licked Ginny’s legs and some reached for her area of pleasure. She slowly opened her legs, letting them enter. They licked at her, pleasing the sensitive skin residing immediately under the hood of skin covering her femininity. She deeply exhaled as two snaked entwined and penetrated her.

Tom stood distanced from Ginny, his face covered in satisfaction as his snakes rattled over her, licked her, and fucked her. He reached into his pants to prepare his own snake.

The entwined snakes entered into Ginny, pulling themselves in and out of her; twisting with each movement and rattling inside her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She was standing as the snakes pleased her – their movts pts pleasurable and impossible to recreate. She leaned her head back, and another snake slid over her hardened breasts, rubbing her. Ginny experienced more sensations than ever before – only Tom Riddle could come up with such a masterful plan to please her in each area, all at once.

Her initial orgasm spread throughout her entire body. As she came, a group of snakes hissed and licked up her moisture.

She opened her eyes and stared at Tom as he began to take his own clothes off.

“Yes Ginny?”

“MMmm Tom, this is ama….ama….amazing….”

“Do you want more, Ginny?”

“Yes... Tom... please...”

He smiled triumphantly as he removed his clothes. He snapped his fingers and the snakes fell to the ground, falling off Ginny’s body, leaving her totally exposed. He slid his fingers into her, making her scream with pleasure.

She grabbed the back of his head and leaned into him as his fingers danced inside of her. She arched her back, welcoming whatever came next.

Tom straddled over Ginny, locking her legs in between his own. He ran his free hand over her firm skin, and licked her. He tasted her sweet, salty form. She was slightly sweaty from the panic and pleasure she was experiencing. He took both hands, gripped her hips, and slid his stiff member into her.

She threw her head back and closed her eyes as he entered into h Con Controlled, rhythmic and deep, she felt his throbbing penetration. She tightened her muscles inside, gripping his cock as it pleased her deeply.

Tom immediately responded. His eyes opened in surprise – he was pleased that Ginny was taking an active role in her own pleasure. He rocked back and forth and moved slightly from side to side to hit all her nerve endings. He placed a leg between hers and lifted her leg over his shoulder. The movement enabled him to penetrate her deeper, and she LOVED it.

Ginny pulled Tom’s head down HARD. She looked him deeply in the eyes, and kissed him with fervor and instinctive strength. She brought her tongue to his lips and traced the outline of his mouth. He reached his tongue for hers and she pulled it into her mouth, sucking his tongue hard and fast to the pace of his thrusts.

He moaned in appreciation of Ginny’s actions. Tom arched his back and quickened his pace. He thrust himself into her hard and fast, reaching his climax with each stroke. He lifted her buttocks, and Ginny instinctively wrapped her leg around Tom’s waist.

“Ginny, are you ready?”

“Oh Tom yes. Fuck me hard, Tom!”

He was taken aback with her command. Ginny was enjoying this, but Tom wanted the final say. He slammed her into his pelvis HARD, and they came together. He held her into his body as he let every last drop of his orgasm enter her. He lay atop Ginny until he had the sense to get up, dress and leave.

As Tom stood to leave, he pointed his wand to the snakes on the ground. As Ginny stood, Tom commanded the snakes back to Ginny’s naked body. With a command in Parsletongue, the snakes covered Ginny’s body completely. With a final command, the snakes moved into position, weaved back into pattern, and became Ginny’s school uniform… with a minor difference.

Tom pulled Ginny in for a final strong kiss, looked her over again, smiled, and was gone.

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Ginny walked back to Gryffindor Tower, unaware of the slight change in her garments. Hermione approached her, wearing a quizzical look on her face.

“Hey Ginny? Er, what’s with your uniform?”

Ginny looked down at her robes and didn’t notice it. She couldn’t see her patch or her tie. “What do you mean?”

Hermione grabbed Ginny’s robes and showed her the patch on her chest. It was a Slytherin patch, and her Prefect Badge didn’t have the “P” embossed in it; the new engraving read “TMR” – as if it were a stamp of approval.

Ginny’s face immediately flushed and then she turned pale. She was embarrassed – would Hermione know? She was, after all, the cleverest witch that ever graced the halls of Hogwarts. She HAD to know. Ginny did not want to talk about it – she was afraid. And ashamed.

Hermione knew there HAD to be a reason why Ginny was acting the way she was, and why she was wearing a Slytherin uniform. She didn’t want to intrude on Ginny’s privacy, so with a swish of her wand, she transfigured Ginny’s robes back to normal, and her prefect badge returned to its original state.

“Thanks Hermione,” Ginny said avoiding eye contact.

“Ginny, if you need to talk…” Hermione reached to place her hand on Ginny’s shoulder, but Ginny backed away fher.her.

“I’ll be fine, I just wandered off for a bit. Never know what could happen in this castle, huh?”

Hermione realized that Ginny wasn’t in the mood to tell her the whole story. Hermione, being the great friend she is, let it go. If Ginny wanted to talk, she would talk. And if not, Ginny could handle herself. In her years at Hogwarts, Hermione witnessed Ginny grow and blossom into a strong, capable Wizard. Whatever the problem is, Ginny could handle it.

“Okay Gin. I’ll see you around!” With that last statement, the girls engaged in a quick embrace and walked to their respective destinations.