Ginny Weasley Chronicles

Ginny Weasley Chronicles

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me. They are all property of J K Rowling, Warner Bros., Bloomsbury Books, etc. Sex Scenes are the man plot of this story!

Ginny Weasley sat roughly on her bed, her fiery red hair in frustrated tangles. It was moments such as these that Ginny was thankful for being the only girl in her large redheaded family. Harry Potter had arrived at the Burrow just that morning and she had already embarrassed herself beyond reason. Ginny felt her stomach sink as she recalled herself walking into the wall of the kitchen that morning. Fred and George had burst out laughing making her blush an even brighter red than her hair. Ron had covered his face trying not to laugh while Harry just starred at her curiously. Her mother had admonished Fred and George for laughing, while telling Ginny to ‘stop being so silly and have some breakfast’. Ginny had eaten her pancakes as fast as she humanly could, almost choking more than once, and bolted up to her room, without a glance at anyone, her face still bright red. If she didn’t have her own room to come hide in she didn’t know what she would do! Collapsing back on her bed Ginny could only stare and wallow at her white ceiling in embarrassment.

The sun shone through her open window, forcing Ginny to look on the bright side of any problem. After all how could anyone stay sad on such a beautiful summer day? Ginny still did not want to leave her room, and instead decided to continue working on the potions essay she had received as homework from Snape. The greasy git had assigned 3 feet on Dragon Eggs and their uses in Potions. Ginny’s sundress blew slightly in the breeze as she began scouring her room for the hand-me-down Potion’s text. It had come first from Bill then Percy and finally Ron. Disgusted at the state of the cover and its content Ginny eventually picked it up from under her dresser.

“Wonder how you got there?” Ginny spoke out loud, unable to remember putting the text there, but it was so well worn she must have mistaken it for something else. Without worry, Ginny stood and moved to sit down at her small rickety wooden desk and continue her essay.

It wasn’t until some time latter when Ginny was just about finished her essay that something interesting happened to the young witch. An incredible gust off wind came through her wide open window on the top floor of the Burrow and nearly blew her right out of her chair. Her potions text, which was quite large in itself, was thrown from the table along with her supplies and essay!

Ink spilled itself on her beige carpet, its black color quickly soaking in and expanding as Ginny watched in horror. Luckily for Ginny, her essay landed no where near the ink and was unscathed. Her potions text landed in a much more unfavorable position. It lay ruined face down on the floor, half of it in the ink puddle. Hurriedly Ginny carefully picked it up, thinking she might be able to somehow fix it. When she examined the damage she was surprised to find there was actually very little, only deep black stains on the edges of the pages. The pages themselves seemed unscathed. Instantly she dropped the book in revolt, vividly remembering Tom Riddle’s diary from two years prior. She still had the occasionally nightmare from the incident. Her curiosity eventually overcame her logic however and she was soothed when she saw that there was no text on the page, but rather a picture, one which took up the entire page.

Forgetting the puddle of ink that was seeping deeper and deeper into her carpet, Ginny carefully bent down to get a closer look at the picture.

“Oh my,” she gasped at she saw it. A naked woman was sitting on a brown wooden chair in some sort of classroom with her legs spread.

Rather than disgusted, Ginny was intrigued, if not a little turned on. She had seemed to come across a very interesting piece of magic. Ginny wondered if Bill, Ron or even Percy had discovered this function of the potions text. ‘Not a chance Percy did,’ Ginny thought.

Ginny examined the girl further. The girl’s breasts were what looked to be just under a C cup, and she looked to be just over 18 years old. Upon closer inspection noticed the blond girl was not natural, a thin line of brown hair located just above her pussy lips. Ginny could not wager a guess as to whether the girl was a muggle or a witch, but knew she was quite strikingly beautiful. Ginny was in no way a lesbian, obvious by her still growing crush on Harry, but could not take her eyes off the beautiful girl in the picture. Her well tanned skin seemed to captive her glance.

‘What do you want to see?’ Ginny was startled out of her daze when this message appeared under the naked girl. Interested, Ginny reached for her quill, dipped it in the ink puddle on her carpet and wrote ‘What do you mean?’

Her own message disappeared and more writing became visible. ‘Virtually any sex scene imaginable is available from Harry Hardaways Whores.’ With wide eyes Ginny watched as the before still picture now started moving. The girl reached her hand down to her crotch and started fingering herself; soft moans could even be heard coming from the usually boring Potion’s book as her fingers moved in and out of the eagle spread blonde.

Ginny was more and more turned on by this potions text. She decided to get more comfortable and unblinkingly picked up the book and brought it over with her to her bed. Sitting cross legged on her bed she propped the book up on a pillow and reached into her desk for a quill and an extra ink bottle. Her cross-legged position made her yellow sun dress ride up forcing the cloth to gather just below her waist. Her legs now completely uncovered Ginny reached down and lightly caressed herself in excitement of finding this diamond in the rough of a Potions book.

Getting an idea about what to do, Ginny stopped rubbing and picked up her quill, dipping it in some ink. Bending over the book she wrote ‘Guy/Girl with lots of cum’ at the bottom of the page. The page gave no response other than the fading of the previous naked girl. What appeared in her place was just what she asked for. A godly looking man with a tan body and chiseled feature came into view, completely buried in what looked to be the same girl who first appeared.

‘Must be the generic girl,’ Ginny thought. Ginny watched as the man fucked the girl silly. The guy was standing up and the girl was bent over slightly, her hands grabbing the top of the chair in front of her. The man had himself buried inside of the girl’s cunt, both hands grabbing her hips, forcing them to gyrate on him. Ginny gasped when she finally saw the man’s dick. It was 8 inches long and almost as thick as her fist!

‘Something that big is not going to fit in me.’ Their movements seemed to be giving both parties great pleasure, the sounds they were giving off contesting to it. The man grunted with each thrust, the girl gave off soft moans.

Ginny herself was starting to get into it, a wet patch visible on her white underwear. The patch continued to grow as she watched and started to rub it, eventually she moved a hand into her underwear and probed her drenched pussy.

“Ahh, Oh,” she moaned, eyes still fixated on the amazing Potion’s book. She watched as the man removed himself and started rubbing his cock, while the girl turned around and moved to her knees. Knowing what was coming next, literally, Ginny thrusted her fingers into herself with renewed vigor, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. The man’s face screwed up and he let loose his load of cum onto the pretty girl’s face.

“Ohhhhhh,” Ginny whimpered as she came too, bucking her hips into her 2 fingers, pushing them deeper inside her pussy. She didn’t close her eyes like she normally did when she came, but instead watched as the man poured more and more cum on the girls face. She had streaks of white liquid from her forehead to chin, her eyes now shut because of the cum on top of them. Finally the man slowed down, his cum dribbling out of the tip of his penis, finally resting on the girl’s chest and neck.

Ginny relaxed, she too coming down from her orgasm. She remained sitting; her panties were now completely transparent, the swollen pink lips of her pussy visible. Thoroughly satisfied, and all embarrassment of the morning forgotten, Ginny just watched with interest as the girl, face covered in cum, took the man into her mouth and gave him a blowjob. Not wanting to press her luck with getting caught, and knowing it must be approaching noon, she picked up her quill and wrote ‘Stop’ in the book. The man and woman disappeared immediately and ‘What now?’ became visible. ‘How do I turn this off’ Ginny wrote, amazed at the magic embedded in her text. ‘Simply write ‘off’ on the page, and to turn us on you must write ‘on’ near the top on this page, page 696’ With those instructions Ginny wrote ‘Off’ on the page and watched as her Potions material came back in view, text about the 10 uses of Dragon’s Blood viewable.

‘This book sure is going to come in handy this summer,’ Ginny thought with a smile. Her mind raced through ideas of what she would be able to watch, as she wondered about the limits of the Potion’s textbook. Ginny didn’t want to get horny again, so she closed the text and stood up. She walked to her dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of underwear, and swapped it for her drenched pair. In the quick second it was in view, a line of red hair was visible above her pussy.

Hearing footsteps outside her room she quickly pulled her dress down and made for the door. Before she reached it there was a knock and a voice, “Ginny lunch is ready.” It was Ron, he didn’t come in.

Ginny answered “Alright, coming”, and opened the door to go to lunch and tell her mother about the spilt ink.

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Mojo