The Red-headed Queens

Ginny had always felt out of place in her rough-and-tumble family. She was the only girl in a family of seven, and the youngest at that. Even her mother found it hard to understand her strange little daughter and Ginny could not help but feel “forever alone,” excusing the expression. She’d hoped that when she arrived at Hogwarts, things would change. Afterall, her brother Ron, was best friends with The Boy Who Lived and The Smartest Witch of the New Generation… But to no avail, the trio was complete, they did not need another Weasley, much less a younger, female Weasley.

It was her third year at Hogwarts and Ginny had just turned fourteen. What a nice number, what a nice school and yet neither was going to change anything. So she found herself alone in her dormitory again! It wasn’t as if she didn’t appreciate the company of the other Gryffindors but Gods, were they ever silly. How could they think that all that mattered in life were hair charms and love potions? Did they not understand that they were fighting a war! She felt herself beginning to get all hot and bothered and decided that a nice relaxing walk was in order. She had an hour until curfew and knew that that was all the time she needed to get her thoughts collected.

She slipped out of the Fat Lady with an admonishment to adhere to the curfew and was on her way. As she made her way towards the grounds of the school, she passed by a group of Slytherins huddled in the corridor but they weren’t third years, they were fourth years. Yep, there was that old git Malfoy, his pasty white hair immediately giving away his identity. Ginny knew that the Golden Trio hated Malfoy, apparently it had something to do with an unfortunate name-calling incident a few years ago. And Ginny herself had experienced the gentility and kindness of the Malfoy family when she’d had a run-in with Lucius over the Tom Riddle Diary last year but that was all over now and as she walked by Malfoy, she couldn’t help but think that at least he had his head screwed on straight. He wasn’t obsessing over hair charms or love potions now was he.

As she wandered around the grounds, she couldn’t seem to force the image of Malfoy to leave her head, she pictured him in his Quidditch uniform, the shirt clinging to his chest, his cape blowing behind him, hugging his shoulders, his light hair tousled in the wind… What was she doing, she couldn’t be fantasizing over Malfoy! He was the enemy, a forbidden idea, and besides, he was a greasy git. As she approached the main doors, she’d finally banished the image from her head and as she retired to bed, chided herself for how silly she’d been.

The tall man approached her, taking in the pert roundness of her breasts as her nipples strained against the cold night air and her creamy pale skin, lightly marked by freckles. But it was her flaming red hair that transfixed him, her curls were fanned out over the pillows and the colour complemented her beautiful red lips as they opened and closed without sound.

Then he was on top of her, she found her voice again as his lips closed over hers, his tongue swirled around tasting the sweetness of her lips. His hands were on the curve of her back, one even lower on her round ass. He dipped his head a little lower and took a nipple in his mouth as he pinched the other between two fingers. He heard her whine and the sound melted his heart and cemented his desire. With a squeeze of her round-globed breasts, he moved his lips even lower, grabbing firmly onto her clit. She panted and pushed her hips to his head. He ran his tongue up and down her slit as she moaned and then sucking on her clit, he dipped first one then two fingers into her beautiful curls. He ran his fingers in and out, mimicking the quick movements of a hard wand and then he bit down hard on her clit. With that motion, she came hard, clenching around his fingers and juices gushing out.

At that, she awoke, her fingers covered in cum, her own cum. Had she truly just masturbated in her sleep as Draco Malfoy? What sort of twisted, screwed-up world was she living in… Gods only knew what she’d do in Potions today, forced to sit behind the subject of her dreams. Thank gods she’d dropped Divination with Trelawney or she’d be in for all sorts of twisted revelations. And with that, Ginevra collapsed onto her pillow, flooded with tears for her lost innocence.