Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

This is very graphic sex. Just have been warned. Now, enjoy!!!


Luna pressed closer to Neville, seeking out his warmth in the big bed. She had been sleeping for a while and Neville did not have the heart to wake her. Not even to UN-stupefy Ginny. He knew it was uncomfortable to stay in that position for a long time, he found out in his first year at Hogwarts.

Neville stroked Luna’s soft hair thoughtfully. How to convince Ginny in a similar way to Luna? She was so unbending, so difficult to convince. She possessed very little subterfuge and a huge frightening temper.

A soft knock alerted Neville to the time. The clock read 6:45am. Neville pulled back from Luna slowly and walked to the door with dread. He cracked the door looking out sleepily.

A rather handsome young man stood in Slytherin robes on the other side. Neville narrowed his eyes at him. He was a member of the Slug Club once, Zab- something.

“What do you want?” Neville scowled slightly.
“Oh, it’s nothing big. Just need to pick up my new pet. Ummm… Jenny Weasley?” Blaise inspected his nails.

‘Ginny.” Neville supplied.

“Right. So that is that. Ginny. Where is she?” Blaise leaned on the doorframe, folding his arms with a lazy smile.

Neville glared across at Blaise. “The Dark Lord knows you’re here?”

“Want to ring him up then?” Blaise smirked.

Neville shook his head and opened the door. “Just a minute.”

Neville walked to the bathroom and flicked his wand, levitating the stupefied Ginny.
Blaise’s eyes widened slightly. “Couldn’t exactly handle her could you?”

“She’s mental you know.” Neville shrugged and closed the door. Turning to lean back on the door Neville sighed. He could not help feeling sickened slightly. Ginny would compromise his mission, he was sure of it; still he would never have willingly given her to another person.

With a heavy heart Neville made his way back to the bed, curling up behind Luna, he tried to get some sleep before 9am.


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Blaise watched the door shut in his face and stared down at Ginerva Weasley, now stupefied in the hallway. Charming fellow. Longbottom did not strike him as an ‘abandon your friends’ in a hallway type; maybe he has become a Deatheater.

Blaise gave his wand a swish and carried Ginny towards his room assignment. Towards the beginning of the hallway, he unlocked the door and went inside with her.

The room was beautifully decorated, with dark green colors and opulent designs that reflected his lazy and indulgent nature. Blaise released Ginny from being stupefied, and cast a silencing charm on the door. Turning to face the windows, he stripped off his coat and tossed it on the chair. He heard a sputtering sound behind him and a thump.

“Oh, you must have been stupefied for a while.” Blaise gave her a long lingering look before walking towards the bar that he had previously set up. Pouring two fingers into the glass, he offered it to the furious girl whose legs failed to carry her towards him in a fit of rage.

Ginny had never felt so angry in her life. It seemed like the last few days had been spent under one spell or another. Not to mention the purgatory of being whipped and raped by Pansy. Sick little pug.

Ginny stared up at the handsome boy offering her firewhiskey with such a relaxed, casual air and it startled her. Ginny took the glass he offered and she struggled to her feet.

Blaise shrugged lazily at a chair looking out the window to sit in. Ginny sat down, but said nothing yet.

Ginny took a moment to study her host. Dark brown hair with streaks of honey blond in it, fell to dark rich brown eyes. He was physically fit and handsome. He was … Blaise Zabini. From the Slug Club.

Ginny finally spoke. “You were in the Slug Club.”

Blaise smiled brightly. “You remember me.”

Ginny nodded and down the rest of the drink.

Blaise looked at Ginny closer. Being captive had not been pleasant for her. Pansy abused her and it was obvious. Telltale red marks from the whips burned into her shoulder blades and her wrists were raw with scratches. She also was covered in dirt. Not unusual, for a Weasley, but still it was unnecessary.

“Would you like a bath?” Blaise took a sip of the firewhiskey and his dark eyes gleamed for a moment in thought.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. “Why, so you can watch you sick bastard?”

Blaise looked surprised at her language. “Why would I peep on you in the loo? Do I strike you as some malevolent pervert who can’t land a woman, without the sweet allure of clean water and soap?” He laughed and the sound was altogether too charming.

Ginny flushed slightly, feeling warm from the whiskey and something else, more unfamiliar. “No, but that seems to be all I am getting around here. Bloody Perverts.”

Blaise nodded solemnly. “I apologize for that. I should have been here earlier. I had some family business to take care of before.”

Ginny glared. “Who bloody cares where you were? It wouldn’t have made a difference.”

Blaise sifted the liquor staring at it in the glass for a moment. “I disagree. As my pet, you will find that many things will be different.”

Ginny rose up from the chair and threw the glass down shattering it. Blaise raised an eyebrow.

“I am nobody’s pet, you get that Zabini?” Ginny’s voice was low and mean.

Blaise rose up and walked slowly towards her, his eyes glowing with an inner light. Ginny suddenly felt very warm, and she stared fixated towards Blaise’s mouth. Blaise did not say anything to her.

He flicked his wand at the shattered glass and muttered. “Reparo.” Blaise turned slightly to face Ginny who was standing next to him, enraged and breathing hard.

“Calm down Ginny. I am not going to hurt you. We are just going to have a bit of fun. Don’t you want a bit of fun in your life?”

Blaise stared into her eyes and watched idly, as her breasts rose and fell with every angry breath. Ginny suddenly felt a strong urge to kiss his mouth and she fisted her hands, wild with anger at this charming young man who was playing with her.

Blaise tilted his head in amusement. Usually it did not take this long for his pheromones to work. The Weasel must really be resisting him. Blaise wet his lips and Ginny watched him with hooded eyes as he swallowed hard.

Ginny glared at him. “What are you doing? Did you drug me?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Ginny.” Blaise shrugged and leaned against the wall, watching her carefully.

“Why do I want to kiss you suddenly? You gave me a lust potion.” Ginny tried to summon rage but all she could feel now was a burning desire to be on top of this man.

“No. I think you are just attracted to me, Ginny. Just like, I am attracted to you. I love your soft curves and vibrant hair. Your creamy skin with soft delicate freckles pleases me. As does your fiery nature and temper. Kiss me Ginny.”

His words filtered into her lust-clogged brain, as his fingers reached out and caressed her bare shoulder. The corset top of the robes that she was wearing was suggestive, and Blaise could feel the allure of having easy access to his pet at all times. It was brilliant of the Dark Lord, really.

Ginny huffed slightly, struggling to breath with his fingers caressing her shoulders. An innocuous place in the big scheme of things but it was entirely too erotic to resist.

“I … want…. I need…” Ginny sounded strangled as her eyes became feverishly bright.

Blaise push aside a feeling of regret that she was only responding to his scent. If Red actually felt this way about him, it would be extremely arousing.

Blaise looked at her with a slow wicked smile. “What my pet?”

“I need you…” Ginny said quietly, but her cheeks burned red at her admission.

Blaise gently unhooked the corset top and it fell to the floor. Her breasts were heavy and her pink nipples were large and aroused. She had nursing tits, big beautiful, healthy breasts that made a man weak in the knees.

Blaise being Italian fell in love at first sight. He captured one nipple in his mouth while his hand tugged on the other. Her hips were wide but her waist was narrow and her legs were short but shapely.

Ginny’s body was created for fucking. Her body was just as much an aphrodisiac as his scent and soon Blaise found himself, pushing down the rest of her robes.

“My beautiful pet. You are exquisite.” Blaise murmured, as he suckled her other nipple. His hands slide down to cup her pussy. Pansy had shaved it from the looks, baby smooth, and glistening with her arousal. Blaise delved his fingers inside her slit and caressed her nub with expertise.

Ginny arched her back and cried out from his fingertips. Ginny had never felt such eager wanting before, everything was soft and wet and needy. She spread her legs, moaning as he pushed her nether lips wide, a long elegant finger diving in repeatedly into her slick folds.

“You’re not a virgin.” Blaise made it a statement and Ginny panted. “No.”

“Good, I don’t want to be gentle with you.” Blaise growled and he pushed Ginny over to the bed.

Ginny fell forward on her knees and Blaise lazily dropped his robe off to the floor. Seeing Ginny’s beautiful rump in the air, her legs spread, showing her beautiful pink slit, glistening with wetness, made Blaise’s cock jump to life.

His cock was throbbing hard. His cock a perfect size and girth for anything. Blaise pumped himself once, rubbing the head of his cock against Ginny’s tight pink slit.

“Come on pet. Lean back.” Blaise commanded and Ginny arched her back, scooting until she could feel his cock sliding into her. Ginny moaned deep in her throat.

Ginny felt deliciously stuffed from the sensation of his cock spreading her wide. He was still and she moved slowly, with her controlling the speed and depth of it. Blaise was being remarkably easy on her. Giving her complete control. Ginny moved all the way until she felt him slide all the way in.

Blaise groaned from the tightening of her hot, wet cunt against his cock. Blaise ran a hand down her shapely ass and Ginny jumped from the sensation of him spreading her buttocks, while he speared her.

Blaise ran a hand down the crack of her ass and slowly circled her tight puckered little hole. “Ginny, are you still a virgin here?”

Ginny whimpered from pleasure as his finger teased her. She tried to loosen Blaise from her cunt but his cock held her firmly in place. “Yes, Blaise…”

“Call me master, little pet.” Blaise smiled lazily, stroking the hot little hole and he pushed his cock deeper in, hitting her cervix. Ginny cried out in pleasure and she began to squirm from his slow ministrations.

Instinct rode over common sense and Ginny moaned. “Yes, Master.”

Ginny felt so stuffed and still she ached for more of him inside her. A need that overrode her baser rebellious instincts. Blaise watched as Ginny struggled with her wanting.

Blaise was patient to the point of laziness. He was a very hedonistic wizard. He believed in execution over relief, sensation and satisfaction as power. He was a Veela after all.

Ginny began to squirm on his cock, and small begging noises erupted from her throat as Blaise refused to push any further inside her, content to stuff her and hold her like that while he played with her pretty little hole. Blaise spit in his palm and rubbed his fingertips across her ass.

“Pet, I want you to let me fuck your pretty ass. I want you to beg me too.” Blaise murmured quietly, before teasing the circle again.

Ginny moaned and her face was red in humiliation. Ginny did not want to admit that she needed Blaise so bad right now, that she would let him do anything that he wanted.

Ginny spoke the words baldly. “Please fuck me.”

Blaise looked at his nails and sighed. “Fuck you where?”

Ginny groaned and buried her face in the bed, her body clenching needy around his cock. “ In my ass…” Her words were whispered but Blaise made them out and he was very pleased.

Blaise withdrew from her sopping wet folds of her pussy and then carefully rubbed the juices on her other hole. Ginny whimpered, slightly terrified of the pain but her need had built up so much that she thought might explode soon.

“This may hurt a bit Pet.” Blaise tested her by placing the head of his cock against her tightly puckered hole. “Easy, breathe out and relax, Ginger.” His tone was a strange combination of command and indulgence.

Blaise rose up and slide in slower and Ginny vibrated from the sensation of being stretched almost painfully hard.

“It hurts…” Ginny whimpered and tears sprung to her eyes. “Shhhhhhh….” Blaise murmured soothingly as he pushed harder inside.

Ginny gasped and struggled against him. Blaise stroked her buttocks, moving down to her clit and he began to circle it, her wetness soaking his hand. “Good….pet.”

Ginny had never felt so stuffed, her body was reacting strangely and she was soaked with her own arousal. Blaise began to touch her clit and she felt herself spread wider as he began to pump slowly inside of her, hot, close to unbearably tight hole.

Ginny gasped as she felt a mind-numbing orgasm break over her. Her pussy ached and wept from the loss of his cock and Ginny screamed from the pleasure of him pumping again and again into her ass, hitting a pleasure spot deep inside her that she didn’t realize she had.

“Oh gods Master, please…” Ginny choked as he began to earnestly pump aggressively in and out of her sweet hole.

Blaise began to sweat as he watched Ginny transform from a volatile, strong woman, into a weeping mass of desire and need. A change that he brought about in her. Blaise almost lost it right there. Blaise pulled out of her ass and scourgified them both. Ginny panted from the sensation of loss as Blaise pulled out. Ginny crawled on the bed towards him. Her eyes filled with the hunger that was consuming her.

“Please Master… “ Ginny growled and crawled on top of him. He could feel her wetness as she climbed ontop of him, impaling herself on him. It was still a tight fit. Blaise felt her shudder as she rode him, her breasts bouncing in the movement.

Her apparent willingness to use him , just because she needed someone so bad broke him. He felt himself explode within her depths and Ginny bucked and screamed as she orgasmed repeatedly from the filling of her womb. Ginny collapsed down on him, rigid and bucking as she continued to orgasm. Blaise rolled her over and he bore down on her, making sure she was filled with every last drop.

Blaise grinned and panted, enjoying the sensation of this girl sweating against him. Someone who appeared to have an appetite that rivaled his own sexually.

Blaise had a feeling this was going to be the best year at Hogwarts yet.





Sorry about the pure smut. Hehe. Not entirely sorry. More plot to come in the next chapter. Check back.
I normally shy away from graphic sex because I think it has its place. This is one of those places. Sorry if Anal isnt your bag... I used it to represent the depth of need Ginny felt.

Love you all Rei!

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