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Here\'s chapter 4, there are still more in the works. This fic is about 1/3 done, so stay tuned because again, it will be about 10 chapters long.

Again, my heartfelt thanks! ~Slappy

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Chapter 4 – Leviosa

Whoosh. A Bludger flew past her head, but her course remained steady. Ginny whizzed past two opposing Chasers as she rushed towards the goal posts, the Quaffle tight in her arm. She passed the Quaffle to a fellow teammate, but the pass was intercepted. She reared her broom, zooming towards the other end of the pitch. As she swooped down in pursuit, the oh’s and ah’s of the on looking crowd rang in her ears, but did not deter her from her path. She thundered on her broom, her fellow Chasers alongside her. Just as they closed in on the opposing team, the crowd’s raucous cheer blared throughout the stadium, and the announcement wade ade that Harry caught the Snitch. Ginny and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team joined Harry at the center of the field in celebration. Once again, Gryffindor was victorious.

Ron, who was made captain at the beginning of the school year, congratulated the team on a well-played game and dismissed everyone to their respective locker rooms. Ginny being the only female on the team this year had an entire locker room to herself - bathrooms and showers included.

When she entered the girls’ locker room, she removed her Quidditch robes, then felt an urgent need to use the bathroom. She entered a stall, closed the door, did her business and stood. As she flushed the toiled, she smiled about Gryffindor’s win this afternoon, but deep down inside, she had to admit to herself that she felt a bit cheated. If only the pass hadn’t been intercepted… if only she flew all by herself, maybe she could have scored again. Every time she saw the Quaffle pass through one of the golden hoops, a wave of exhilaration would pass through her. The feeling was indescribable.

The more and more she thought about the interception; the more she felt the need for that exhilaration. She reached into her bra and removed the parchment; the final remnant from Tom Riddle’s diary. As she thought about the game, the fantasy that was once in her mind was now coming to surface. She rubbed the parchment between her fingers, thinking about the game… and about Tom. She figured the shower would be a good place to think about him some more, so when she turned to reach the handle to the toilet’s stall, she was taken aback when she saw a fully materialized Tom Riddle standing before her.

“Oh! I was going to go to the sh…”

“The shower? Why would you want to do that, my sweet?”

She ran hand across the beaded sweat on her forehead and answered, “our game just ended and I’m still sweaty.”

He took her hand in his own and brought her fingers to his lips. He licked the sweat she previously wiped off and let out a small sigh of satisfaction. “You taste absolutely wonderful this way. Now, since you’re already hot and pleasant, I suspect our ‘meeting’ will be most…” he licked her lips, then traced his tongue down her chin and neck, “delicious.”

There was no hiding it – in such a small space, Ginny couldn’t step back from him or try to resist him (not that she wanted to). The shower was beckoning her, but apparently so was Tom’s firm, wet tongue. She guessed that as thoroas has he was, he would still miss some parts of her body that she would want to cleanse in the shower.

He held her at her shoulders, then slowly traced down her forearms and rested his hands on her hips.

“I really should take a shower, Tom.” She wouldn’t mind taking him with her, but right now she felt so hot, so sweaty, and not the least bit sexy.

He kissed her neck, and then traced his tongue and lips up her jaw line and to her earlobe. In a sensual, commanding voice he asked, “why were you thinking about me in here, then?”

“I was thinking of you, that’s all.”

He put his hands on her face, leaned in and pecked her lips. He licked his own lips, once again releasing that familiar moan.

She stood defiant – she wanted to get into the showers NOW. Why didn’t he see that? She brushed past him in the bathroom stall and reached her hand for the latch that would release her.

He grabbed her once again and turned her to face him. Her eyes showed reluctance, but his movements soon brought her expression to a more familiar one as he pressed his body against hers, pushing hard against the stall’s door. He lightly rubbed his groin against her and brought his lips to hers. His kiss was forceful as his lips slid against hers, bringing her closer to his desire. He nibbled on her lips lightly to find that although she was responding to his kiss, she still seemed a bit reluctant. He parted his lips a bit and as he closed his lips on hers, she still felt a bit tense. He pressed her even harder against the door, grabbed her hands and held them above her head, then bit her bottom lip. The combination of the slight pain and the feeling of his body against her scantily clad form made her gasp with delight. As her mouth remained open from her expression of pleasure, he seized her mouth with his own and plunged his tongue into her mouth. His body was firm against hers, and his body movements were smooth and fluid, paced with the same rhythm of his tongue as it stroked against hers. She was finally succumbing to his desire as she began to grind against him.

When he finally released her hands from his, she wrapped her arms around his head and ran her fingers through his hair, slightly pulling at the shorter strands in the back. He continued to kiss her with force and power, and she felt herself get hotter and hotter with each stroke of his tongue and each time she would grind her body against hers, the nerve endings in all the right places were responding.

He pulled back from their kiss. “Better?”

“Somewhat. I still want to get in the shower.”

He brought a hand to her inner thigh, and then slipped a finger between her panties and warm skin. He stroked a finger through the wetness there, then brought his finger back to his mouth. He licked at her wetness on his finger, then brought his mouth to her chest where he proceeded to lick up to her collarbone and her neck, tasting the sweet saltiness of her Quidditch-induced sweaty skin. Once again, he ran his finger through her wetness and licked. “You taste absolutely incredible right now.”

She shivered upon his words, then pulled him in again for an aggressive, commanding kiss. He responded with full appreciation.

He stepped back from her, releasing her from the pressure of the door pressed against her back and the pressure from his body against hers. He unhooked her bra, removed it, and then removed her panties and threw them behind him. He rubbed his fingers against her wet, pulsating clit before he stroked along her hot grasp and entered a finger. He twisted his finger inside her, touching the sensitive nerve endings as he twisted, curled, and stroked his finger inside of her.

Her knees began to weaken from the mixed sensations as he rubbed, pleased, and teased her eager entrance. She had one concern – pretty soon, she would want him, all of him inside of her. She wanted him to pound away at her like an animal in heat. She wanted to feel his cock penetrate her deep and fill her until she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to feel him ride her, crush against her until he was completely spent. The problem was that they were still in a bathroom stall and there simply wasn’t much room to maneuver, not to mention she had nothing to grab onto, besides him.

He pulled his finger out of her, and then rubbed his finger across her nipple. He eagerly took her hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, tasting her, biting her, and licking at her flesh. Another hand caressed her other breast, his thumb grazing over the stiffened peak. He cupped her in his hasquesqueezing the firm breast and pulling on her nipple as her other nipple was bit, pulled and sucked in his mouth.

It was getting unbearable. He was patient and attentive in the pleasant foreplay, but between the residual excitement from the Quidditch match and Tom’s incredible skills of seduction, the buildup was too much for her.

“Tom, we need more roomet’set’s…”

He dropped to his knees.

“… Tom, we need to…”

He put his hands on her inner thighs, his fingers rubbing against her taut flesh.

“…get out of this stall…”

He spread her thighs, then lapped at her wetness, sucking on her folds until she leaned forth into his pressure. She grabbed onto his head again as his tongue slowly licked on her – clit, entrance and all. He put his finger inside of her again, then his stiffened tongue swirled against her swollen pleasure zone, causing her to tense as her body prepared for her release. He curled his finger inside, then pressed his tongue against her clit, hungrily licking hard and fast as if the wetness there was the very nectar of life. The harder and more eager he went at it, the more she gave into her innate desire and let the climax come to surface. She came hard against his face, her fluid was now wet on his mouth and fingers. He licked his lips and fingers, savoring every drop of her release.

Tom stood and glared into her appreciative eyes. She reached into his pants and began stroking his stiffened organ. With eager fingers, she teased his tip and curved hristrist, then palmed his shaft. Up…down…tease…up… down. She wanted him. She wanted him inside of her. But there was still the matter of the constraint of the stall.

Tom didn’t seem to notice, nor did he care about the small sp It It was as if that bathroom stall was as big as the Headmaster’s office. He removed his robes and trousers as she continued to stroke him in her hands, and then he brought his hands to her buttocks. He grabbed her firm in his hands and lifted her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her against the stall’s door, harder and harder until she felt as if they were going to knock the door off of its hinges. She grabbed his shoulders for leverage, butnd tnd that she may still not be able to hold on. He wasn’t even inside of her yet (and she wanted him to be, she needed him to be), but eventually he would be, and she had nothing sturdy to hold onto. “Tom I think I’m going to fall.”

“I don’t believe so. Wingardium Leviosa.” He eased his prick to her wet, hot grasp.

She moaned loud as he slowly began his penetration inside of her.

All of a sudden, Ginny felt light as a feather. She looked deep into hies aes as he smiled and gradually built up speed. She finally gave in; Tom was in control.

She realized that his incantation made her levitate – it made her weightless. She reached her hands for the walls of the stall, and as soon as she finally had something sturdy to hold onto, Tom immediately drove into her, pounding into her just as she wanted him to. Ginny, being in a weightless state, was now able to move her body with his, now she didn’t have to worry about slipping off of him, or him slipping out of her.

His hands moved from her rear end to her hips, and he bounced her body down on his erection as he thrust into her, each time getting harder and deeper. Faster and faster, he slammed her down onto himself, he he arched his back a bit to rub against her in all the right places. She neared her peak as his movements became erratic and his final blow waproaproaching. She arched her back, released her hands from the walls of the stall and grabbed onto him again.

He broke the levitation enchantment and felt the full weight of her body fall atop his stiff prick. He rocked his body back, then slammed into her for one final thrust. The door succumbed to their combined pressure and flew off of the hinges, causing Ginny to fall flat on her back and Tom to tumble atop her. The drop drove him deeper inside of her, causing her to come harder than she ever had before. Her body shook as the sensations ran r cor course, and her erratic movements around him brought his own mind-blowing orgasm to surface. He shot his fluid into her as she bucked against him, clutched his hair and screamed his name at the top of her lungs.

They lay on the floor, stuck together from their combined sweat, shock and complete satisfaction. Tom took much longer than usual to gather himself before he disappeared before her eyes.

Ginny stood, returned to the stall and gathered her undergarments. She walked back to her locker and placed the small piece of parchment in the pocket of her school uniform. With weakened knees, she walked slowly to the shower and let the hot stream run it’s course over her body.

True, the shower felt good, but Tom was orgasmic.

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