All Mine

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Harry wasn’t sure what had gotten into him the last week or so, but he knew that if Ron could see what he was doing to his little sister in his thoughts, he would beat him mercilessly. He had always thought of Ron’s little sister as cute, knowing in the back of his mind that she would be a very pretty girl when she grew up, but he never thought about her as grown up, at least not until now. Maybe it was the transformation of the little breasts into a full and respectable B cup, or maybe it was how when saw Haw Harry, her eyes would light up and she would smile and wave instead of blushing scarlet and hiding. But most of all, it was her scent. She would lean over his shoulder in the library to see what he was reading, or sit next to him at meals in the Great Hall and her hair would brush his shoulders ever so lightly. Yes, if Ron could see the response the thought of his little sister’s hair was producing with Harry, he would spare no pain.


“Maybe I should say something to her. Ron’ll figure it out soon enough, he is my best friend. He wouldn’t be too mad if he thought I had innocent intentions, would he?”


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The next afternoon, at lunch, Ginny bounced up, clutching her books to her chest, and squeezed in between Harry and Ron.

“Bloody hell, Ginny, what’re you so happy about? You made me spill my pumpkin juice.”

Sure enough, a pale orange color was slowly spreading to the tablecloth around Ron as he tried to mop it up in vain.

“Well, Ronald Weasley, if you MUST know, Michael Corner and I have been talking a lot recently, and we decided that we should try some things out again. Give the whole thing one more go.” Ginny smiled as she said this, nothing looked like it could have pleased her more.

Harry’s face didn’t show it, but he was irate. He would have her! She used to fancy him, what did Michael Corner have that he didn’t?
Harry vaguely heard Ginny say that they were going to meet in Hogsmeade at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow at 6. Just enough time…

“I have to finish my potions.” Harry said gruffly, and got up and walked towards the Gryffindor dormitories, with Ron calling after him.

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Harry hardly had to think about his plan; it just unfolded itself in his head as though he had already known what he would do. First, he had to find Michael Corner.

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“Michael!” Harry said brightly, walking quickly up to the boy in the hall the next day. “I heard you’re getting back together with Ginny. That’s wonderful!”

“Yeah!” Said Michael, visibly pleased. “Did she tell you?”

“Yup” Answered Harry brightly, though his head was filled with nearly murderous rage. “She told me, she was so pleased! I heard you have a date tonight at the Leaky Cauldron. I bet she’ll get all dressed up for you,” Harry finished with a smile.

“That would be nice,” Michael blushed. “Well, I’ll see you later Harry.”

Harry smiled to himself. First step, check. But that was the easy part…

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About 4:15, before Ginny left for her date with Michael, Harry smiled brightly and walked up to her in the hall.

“Hey Ginny, all ready to see Michael?” He said, a smile pasted on his face that he hoped looked natural.

“Yeah, I’m a little nervous though. Do I look ok?” Ginny responded, looking worried and doing a little spin.

Harry drew in his breath as her skirt that was already a little short flared up when she spun, and her hair flew around her in a cloud of shimmery copper. Oh yes, for him, she looked perfect.

“A vision, as usual.” Harry said, smiling. Then, still what he hopped wouldn’t sounds falsely bright:

“I got you something for tonight Ginny, a good luck charm you could call it. Come with me up to the common room and I’ll get it.”

Ginny looked pleased, she smiled brightly and almost laughed with pleasure. “Ok!”

She followed Harry up to the common room, and Harry mumbled the password to the fat lady and walked up to the table near the fire.

“I must have left it on my bed, come on Ginny.”

“Ooh, I’ve never been up here.” Ginny giggled, walking up the steps to boy’s dormitories. “You don’t think anyone would be up here, do you?” she added,ittlittle more fiendishly than she would have liked to sound.

“No, just me, everyone is out at Hogsmeade for the day.”

“Why didn’t you go Harry?” Ginny asked as they reached the top of the stairs and walked towards Harry’s bed.

“Oh, I have other plans for the day,” Harry said with a mischievous grin.

Harry walked over towards his bed and drew the curtains, then pulled down the sheets. On the bottom sheet lay a coiled rope. Before Ginny could react, Harry had her flat on the bed and tied down by her wrists and ankles. He was so much stronger than her that she could not struggle against his grip on her delicate wrists.

“What are you doing Harry?” She asked, her eyes open wide with fear.

“I’m preventing you from making a huge mistake Ginny.” He started, as he tied a gag around her mouth, knotting it firmly in the back so she could not speak or scream. “You belong with me Ginny, and you know it, and now I’m going to make you see that, no matter what I have to do.” He was now straddling her, and he pulled the curtains on his bed shut tight.

Harry began to unbutton her shirt, as Ginny struggled weakly. He tore off her shirt, ripping it at the already tattered seams along the inside of the arms. He unsnapped her bra unceremoniously, the straps ripping from the garment with a snapping, tearing noise, and Harry threw it into the corner of his bed.

Harry paused for a second to watch Ginny, as she lay tied on his bed, squirming at the hips and naked from the waist up, her breasts bouncing as she did so. Harry’s erection grew fiercer watching, and without remorse for the poor girl on his bed, he pulled her Ginny’s skirt and ripped off her plain white panties. He pulled his own robes over his head, and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, allowing his rock hard cock to spring free from it’s imprisonment.

Harry took one last look at the girl, whose eyes grew even wider at the sight of Harry’s pulsing member, and grabbed her face and kissed her violently through the gag. He then spit on his own hands, and kneeling over Ginny Weasley’s face, began to masturbate fiercely.

“See what you could have? See what you’ve reduced me to? This is what I have to do whenever I think of you. I do it under the table at the Great Hall, in the back of the room in potions. I do it at night in this very bed. I think of your wet pussy, dripping just for me, and this is what I do. Thinking that it would be wet for anyone else makes me want to vomit. But now you’re mine, and I can do to you what I’ve always wanted.”

He stopped the violent stroking of his dick for a moment, and pulled out his wand.

“Amgourgerous” he said, pointing at the small red spot between Ginny’s tied and spread legs. Warm, wet liquid began to drip from within, and Harry took a scoop of it in his three fingers and spread it on his waiting erection, smearing it from the black hairs at the base of his shaft to the pink bulb six inches higher. He returned to stroking furiously at the whole thing, his hands slipping in Ginny’s spell induced juices.

“This is what I’ve always wanted to do, Ginny, now you can feel what I’ve always wanted to feel, my lust for you, so strong it rungs down your chin because you cant swallow it all.” With one hand he continued to pump, as with the other he removed half of Ginny’s gag towards her chin, so she could not shut her mouth. Harry pushed the head of his boner into the inside of Ginny’s wide open, little pink mouth, and stroked it with his hand as he moved it up and down against her tongue until he came with a blast of cum into her mouth. True to what he said, the gag prevented her frwallwallowing and she choked a little as it ran down her thrand and left a little white stream where it dribbled down her chin.

Harry let go of his partially soft cock and looked down at little Ginny, whose face was lit with terror and shock at what Harry had just done.

“Don’t think this is it little Ginny. Oh no.” Harry said softly, leaning towards her to return the gag to the corners of her mouth. “That’s not all I wanted, I wanted to hear me tear your virginity to shreds, and hear you shriek with pleasure and pai spe spear you from the inside, little Ginny. Look, just look what the thought of your warm, inviting cunt is doing to me.” Harry almost moaned, gesturing to where Ginny’s eyes fell on his cock, once again pointing north and still shining with his own cum and Ginny’s saliva. “Feel it, Ginny, feel it now. Could Michael do this to you, Ginny?”

With that, Harry dipped and began to lick at Ginny’s clit, too hard to produce any real pleasure in anyone but himself, but enough to produce the automatic onslaught of fluid that began to drip from the inside, although Ginny shifted a little and tried to get away.

“Don’t like it, Ginny?” Harry grinned. “What if I used my hands? Would you like that better?”

Harry took three fingers on his right hand and shoved them inside Ginny, stretching her a bit, and wiggled them around, causing Ginny to thrash even more with pain.

“Alright Ginny dear. Enough pre-show. Let’s get to the main event.”

Harry wasted no time, his cock was already rock hard and pulsing, and he shoved it all at once into Ginny’s insides, causing them to rip to accommodate him. If Ginny had not been gagged, her scream could have been heard throughout the castle, but she was gagged and bound, so nothing could be done. Harry thrusted into her deeply and came quickly, letting it drip down her legs and onto his sheets. He would do it again in the tomorrow, then he would let her go. He wasn’t sure if he would obliviate her memory, but he would think about that in the morning. In the meantime, he put a silencing charm on Ginny and closed his curtains, leaving her to think about what Harry had just done and what Michael must be thinking in silence. Exhausted from his ‘activities’, not even waking at Ron and Seamus’ noisy return that night, Harry slept until the next morning at daylight, when he would untie his little victim.