A Wager Between Girls

Author's Note: this story's all about the short, yet satisfying, chapters :P



Chapter Eight


Ginny entered the Leaky Cauldron pub, looking around at all the booths and tables. Witches and wizards were having their supper, along with a few drinks.

She spotted Lupin sitting near the fireplace. He was alone, sitting in an upholstered green chair, reading the Daily Prophet and sipping some firewhiskey. She walked over to his chair, but he didn’t look up. He was concentrating on an article, and he figured it was some random witch passing by.

“Professor Lupin?” said Ginny, quietly.

He looked up at her in surprise. He put down his firewhiskey.

“Ginny! How are you? What brings you here?” he smiled somewhat nervously.

“Oh I’m okay. I just wanted to get out and about...” she said, trying to act casually.

“Why don’t you join me for bit? If you’d like to.” said Lupin.

“I’d love to.” said Ginny, right away.

He smiled, and Ginny almost melted.

“Would you like something to drink, Ginny?” asked Lupin.

“Could I try some firewhiskey?” she asked him eagerly.

Lupin chuckled.

“Well, first of all, you’re too young, and second, I don’t think you’d like it anyway.”

“Please?” Ginny pouted cutely.

The waitress witch came over to them.

“Would the lady like something?” she asked, getting her quill and notepad ready.

“Um, firewhiskey, please. A large one.” said Ginny, almost laughing.

Lupin gave her a look.

The waitress didn’t notice. She just wrote it down unenthusiastically.

“Is that everything?” the waitress asked.

“Yes, that’s all for now, thank you.” said Lupin. The waitress slumped off and gave the bartender the drink order.

“She thinks I’m a LADY” Ginny said facetiously. She struck a pose, looking sophisticated and snobby. As she crossed her legs, Lupin caught a glimpse of her black panties. He took a gulp of firewhiskey.

“So Ginny...ah...what’s your favourite class this year?” asked Lupin.

“Yours, of course.” said Ginny, grinning.

Lupin laughed.

“In fact, I love it. And I want to get better at defense. Can you help me with that?” said Ginny.

“Sure, if you’re interested.” he said.

“Oh yes. Especially wand techniques. You know, how to hold it, how much pressure to put on it, that sort of thing.” she said.

Lupin picked up on the innuendo, and shifted in his seat.

The waitress brought Ginny her large firewhiskey. Lupin paid for it.

“Thank you, Professor. Are you always this kind, or am I special?” said Ginny, giggling.

Lupin didn’t really know how to answer that, so he just sipped his drink and smiled at her.

Ginny remembered the lovely reaction she got from Lupin when she had taken her sweater off in his office. He clearly liked seeing her in less clothes. And she had an excuse, because they were sitting by the fireplace, which was very warm indeed.

She slipped her jacket off, revealing to Lupin that she was wearing a very low-cut short-sleeved shirt. He could see her soft cleavage, and how her bra gently supported her beautiful firm breasts. Ginny pretended not to notice him looking. She sipped the firewhiskey, and was delighted by its hot, spicy cinnamon flavour. It left a warm feeling behind, down her throat and in her stomach. She already had a slight warm and fuzzy feeling.

Ginny stared Lupin in the eye and licked her lips of the sweet cinnamon liquor. He watched as the gorgeous redhead began smiling for no reason, glancing coyly at him, and playing with the hem of her skirt. He wanted to tackle her, push her to the floor, kiss her all over.

Ginny gazed back at Lupin, who now stared at her intently. Her cheeks turned pink.

She cleared her throat, breaking the silence between them. Lupin had finished his drink.

“Would you like to join me for a walk, Ginny?” he said, his golden-brown eyes intense.

“Yes.” she said, more breathy than she planned. She was just so excited.

Ginny downed the rest of her firewhiskey, put her jacket on hurriedly, and walked with Professor Lupin outside.

The evening was cooler, now that the sun had nearly set.

“So where are we going?” asked Ginny. She had barely finished her question before Lupin had pulled into a tight embrace. She was shocked, and didn’t really know what he was doing. Then she recognized the familiar, yet strange, sensation of apparating.

The sensation went away quickly, and Ginny looked around, and Lupin took a step back, releasing her from the embrace.

“The Shrieking Shack” said Ginny, in recognition of her surroundings.

“I wanted us to have a quiet place to spend some time together.” said Lupin.

Ginny blushed. She felt warm and giddy from the firewhiskey.

“Professor Lupin, I....” she paused, sighing. “I want you...” said Ginny.

She couldn’t quite believe she just said that, but it was out there now. She looked at him, as if waiting for an explosion.

Lupin’s expression was mysterious. She couldn’t make out what he was thinking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–I’ll just...” She made to walk for the door.

Lupin grabbed her arm.

“Wait.” he said, looking at her intensely. “I’m not angry. I...want you too.”

Ginny could almost see the war inside his mind as he said this. It took great effort for him to admit his feelings. In a split second, he had weighed the pros and cons of what he was about to say, a million times.

She walked up to him and stood close. She reached a hand up to his face, and delicately touched his cheek. He closed his eyes.

“Kiss me, Professor Lupin.” said Ginny, looking up into his face.

He hesitated for a moment, but could not, for the life of him, keep her waiting.

Their lips met gently, warmly. Ginny pressed against him, deepening the kiss. Lupin responded very well to this. She felt him wrap his arms around her and his tongue slipped between her soft lips.

Ginny moaned as she kissed Professor Lupin passionately. His hand reached down and groped her butt firmly. She couldn’t believe it! The polite, mild, reserved Professor Lupin tonguing her and feeling her up.

She was even more shocked when she felt his warm hand slide around to her front and cup her between her thighs. She gripped his collar and pulled herself closer to him. His hand moved back and forth, causing her to breathe shakily against his lips. Lupin felt how hot and wet Ginny’s panties had become, and he was rock hard. He was taken off guard when she lowered herself, gliding her hands along his body on the way down.

Ginny knelt before Lupin, looking up at him lustfully. He couldn’t believe his eyes: Ginny Weasley, the beautiful young redhead, was undoing his pants with fervor, her hands trembling with her arousal and anticipation. She looked up at him before slipping her hand into his boxers.

Ginny felt a gush between her legs as she touched his long, smooth cock. She timidly put her fingers around it, and pulled it out. She looked up again. She took in the sight of Professor Lupin, eyes closed in pleasure, his cock in her hand. She thought she was going to die right there.

She remembered the tube in her jacket pocket, and took it out. She put a bit of the cotton candy flavoured gel in the palm of her hand. Lupin watched her as she slowly slathered it on him. It felt surprisingly warm, and good.

Ginny licked her palm of the gel, and Lupin sighed quietly, longingly.

She leaned in and steadied his cock with her hand while she placed her lips at the tip. She put her hand at the base as she opened her mouth wide and encased him. She took in as much as she could, and then stroked the rest with her hand. “Mmmm” said Ginny.

Lupin moaned airily, nudging further into Ginny’s mouth.

Ginny moaned too, creating deep vibrations around Lupin. She pressed her tongue up against him as she moved back and forth. She was enjoying the cotton candy gel–and Lupin–very, very much. She sucked as she pulled back, almost releasing his cock from her mouth. She focused on the tip, tightening her lips, and quickly moving over it. Lupin’s breathing became shaky, and he tangled his hand in her red locks. She knew he was getting close.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Ginny put her hands on his hips, helping to stabilize them both. He held her hands firmly there for support. She pushed her mouth forward, covering him almost completely.

Ginny could feel Lupin tensing up and thrusting between her lips with increasing need. She moaned deeply, starting to squirm as she knelt there. She spread her knees apart, and felt her panties brush against her sensitive skin.

Her mouth moved over him faster and faster, and she was taking him in, the furthest yet. Lupin began bucking into her erratically. She held onto his hips tightly as he lost control. He came powerfully, spurting into Ginny’s mouth, and she swallowed eagerly. He felt her tongue rippling as she did so, making his orgasm last longer.

At last, Lupin had ridden out the last waves of his orgasm. He worked to catch his breath as Ginny slowly released him.

Ginny looked up at Lupin, smiled, and bit her lip. The extremely satisfied, astonished expression on her professor’s face was enough to tell her she did more than okay. She giggled.

He knelt down in front of her and took her face in his hands. He kissed her intensely.


Meanwhile, back in Gryffindor Girls’ Dorm...

Hermione had put her voluminous, wavy hair into a loose up-do. Her lips were stained subtly red, and her deep brown eyes looked striking with smokey eyeliner. She finished tying the satiny ribbon of her black corset. She looked closely at herself in the full-size mirror.

I look a little slutty goth chick...She thought...perfect for Professor Snape! She smiled devilishly.

Hermione slipped into her skirt–without underwear, by the way. Then she finished dressing in last year’s school uniform–it was tighter and shorter, adding to the slut factor. She took a deep breath, and made her way downstairs. She stepped outside the Fat Lady, who looked at her incredulously, and set off for the dungeons.