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“Great practice everyone! Hit the locker room and be sure to study this week. We don’t need Snape giving someone detention before the game Saturday.” Harry’s instruction as Captain to the sometimes rambunctious team carried weight. Last week Hufflepuff nearly beat them because Ron has been dumb enough to fall asleep in potions. Ginny didn’t want to ever have to step in as Keeper again.
“Hey Ginny, how do you think we did?” Harry turned to his co-captain and Ginny felt her heart squeeze. Why hasn’t he figured it out yet? She understood she had a crush on Harry from the first holiday she met him. Maybe for a moment awestruck by his lore, now Ginny’s heart wish he just knew she liked Harry; not the boy who lived.

“I think we will be ok. Shamus has been doubling his flying practice, and I’ve caught Ron here early since last week. Don’t doubt Harry. Gryffindor Is winning this weekend. And butterbeers on you when we do.” She laughed touching his arm. The chances to kiss were multiplying, but he hadn’t made her move even after all the chances she presented him with. A handful of minutes later and Ginny was in the girls locker room frustrated and cruising this crush again.

The young woman felt like she had tried everything. Harry wasn’t the only one she had attempted a relationship with at this point. But, Michael Cornor was the latest example of lack less commitment on her part. She was pulling off the dirtied jersey and guards in a now empty locker room. The room silent except for her small hum in thought. She walked naked in her feminine glory across the limited lighting of the room. She was an average 5’5” with a tone body thanks to athletics. Passing a mirror she wondered if her chest was larger than the c cup she now had if he would pay more attention. Ginny didn’t have a sister to ask these things to, only brothers who made things more complicated. She tied up her strawberry hair before pressing the flat button for the shower head.

Hot water streamed down from a magical hidden head above, a singular waterfall that cascaded across her supple curves. Her hands splayed across her flat stomach to her generous hips. A few little scrapes still visible on her thighs and forearms from practice, nothing to bother Madame Poffrey about. Her hum became louder as she began to lather with the rose and oatmeal soap bar, bubbles creating light pink bubbles before melting away.

Water crashing to the stone floor beneath her feet blocked out the sounds beyond her bubble. The beater taking care of her hairless body with the care of someone who took advantage and extended every moment of privacy she ever had.


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Ginevra Weasley
F
5'5" 135 lbs

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Ginny Weasley is a pureblood witch born on August 1981, the seventh child and only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley.
She has typical Weasley family traits such as the flaming red hair worn often in barely kept down her back or thick braid against the back of her neck. Despite the long hours in the sun for Quidditch she is fair skinned and a freckled complexion. She is of petite stature with bright often smiling brown eyes.
Ginny is a talented witch. By the time she was 14 could conjure a corporeal Patronus Charm, which took the form of a horse. She is also a gifted flier and Quidditch player, in particular having scored "seventeen goals" during a Quidditch practice. It does appear that her nerves get the best of her, because her average during a game is closer to ten goals. Ginny was adept at the Bat-Bogey Hex and studies hard to excel in all her classes. Ginny was small and extremely fast, making her adept at dodging spells in combat and flying to catch the Golden Snitch at Quidditch matches. However, she sometimes could be trapped, as one time a Death Eater grabbed Ginny by the ankle.
Currently, she has taken a break between flings. She knows she has a deep crush for Harry Potter, her brother's best friend. She has been trying to determine for years if he sees her more than her brother's little sister.
Wand: Yew wood



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Luna Lovegood
F
5'5" 127 lbs
30C 24 34

Oddball Luna Lovegood was always encouraged to accept herself born February 1981. Her mother accidentally died while experimenting with spells when Luna was nine and Luna was raised by her father Xenophilius, editor of the magazine The Quibbler, in a rook-like house near the village of Ottery St Catchpole in Devon.
Luna had waist-length, straggly, dirty blonde hair, protuberant silvery eyes, which often seemed to be dreamily distracted, and faint eyebrows. She had an aura of "distinct dottiness" about her and was known to put her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping.
Luna's demeanour and voice were often distant and dreamy; she would drift away from a conversation she did not find interesting. However, whenever someone made fun of her father or his magazine The Quibbler, the dreamy quality in her voice would vanish and be replaced by one of steel, and she would immediately become very angry. She had an uncanny way of making others uncomfortable by being bluntly honest.
In her fourth year, Luna learned how to conjure a corporeal Patronus in the form of a hare, which is an incredibly advanced, powerful and protective charm, as well as a mark of superior magical ability and talent, showing her proficiency for charm-work. She could also cast simple charms such as the Locking Spell, Levitation Charm, Revelio Charm, General Counter-Spell and Wand-Lighting Charm successfully without difficulty. In 1998, Luna wordlessly stunned the Death Eater Alecto Carrow with the Stunning Spell, while inside Ravenclaw Tower.




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Hermione Granger
F
5'4" 110 lbs
30C 24 34

Hermione born September 1979 two two dentist muggles. At the age of eleven, she learned about her magical nature and was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione began attending Hogwarts in 1991 and was Sorted into Gryffindor House. She possessed a brilliant academic mind and proved to be a gifted student in almost every subject that she studied.
Hermione had light skin, bright brown eyes, lots of bushy brown hair (once described as a "long mane of brown hair"), and — as a child — rather large front teeth. She possesed a sort of bossy voice that would become slightly shrill when she was angry.
Hermione proved to be an extremely powerful and talented young witch. Even before she began her education at Hogwarts, she practised some simple spells which all worked. Remus Lupin claimed that Hermione was the cleverest witch of her age he had ever met. Her magical capability easily surpassed almost every single student in her year, challenged only by a select few.
Wand: Hermione purchased a 10¾" vine wood wand with a dragon heartstring core in 1991. There is a pattern of vines the whole way up the wands han
 
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Wha-what! She was gagged in the sudden realization that she wasn't alone. Her hands went to hide cores of her femininty while she was shrieking while her eyes began to blaze sharply. "MALFOY YOU SICK BASTARD! GET OUT OF HERE!" She was used to her brothers, but no one was t his sick. She started to retreat from the water but she still hadn't pinpointed his location. She was stark w hite despite the thick waves of anger that dripped from her. "Get out of here sicko or I'm going to give you something Madame Poffrey can't heal." There was truth in the threat that she could actually follow through. Her eyes still crossing back and forth across the room she went looking for the towel on the far wall, the truth was her wand was even further at her locker with her clothes.

He has to have his wand...there is no way...her soft strawberry lips were thinning in concentration. She attempted to look for something beyond a towel that she could shield herself with and use as a projectal. "Why not stop being a disgusting worm and duel me like an adult?" Her shoulder's pressed back know just how well she was with spells in a duel. The fierce Weasley temper was coming out as she still side stepped with her hands attempting to cover her body. Her wet hair sent droplets everywhere as she looked to pinpoint Draco's locations. "Snape and your goons aren't here to protect you. Is that why you are cowering under a charm Malfoy?" She only had her words for the moment. The intimate solitude of her shower devestated thanks to the peaking punk she currently narrowed her eyes at even if she was only seeing a disruption in the fog of the hot water in the room. "Revelio..." The words uttered soft under her breath as she attempted to counter the spell shielding Draco with a wandless charm.
 
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The red head was use to strategy and there was the movement in her blazing coffee eyes that she was looking for openings. His aim is likely to still be too close to accurate...she was attempting to kill the extra nervousness of her heart that wanted to probe the strange animal tail in his hand. Enchanted...it has to be...but how...she couldn’t begin to guess through the endless possible curses for what this one did. He will be expelled when the professor hear he is here! Even Malfoy can’t avoid this!


Sorry Malfoy, I didn’t get you anything, so you will have to keep it to yourself.” Ginny couldn’t hesitate further. She didn’t know what a psycho like Draco would do in this environment. She found a towel on her way across the room and instead of protecting herself she used it against him. Throwing the towel and zigzagging as if she was trying to fend off a bulger attack. She made it half way across the space when she fell to the tile floor, sliding across the water still naked.

Ginny held her shoulders panting in the after effects still pressing her body to rise and run.
 

NO! NO!
A sane mind behind the hysterical laughter was crying out to be heard. Her laughter now wasn't the sweet trickle of music that Harry and her family heard. This sound displayed the possible madness. Something fragile in the laugh that the woman otherwise stiffled. "NA-NAAH!" Every time she spoke the laughter would shatter the protests. She had never seen Daraco as anything other than a slimy snake, but when he was holding her there was a spark of fire she didn't expect to feel. She was still gagging on the laughter when she felt herself be turned.

NOOO! The cry was still the same and in this new position she managed to use her failing body to beat at his legs holding her and try and roll free. The naked body feeling every stitch of clothing against the trembling stomach before the mildy warmed metal touched a forbidden place. PERVERT! WHAT T HE FUCK! She had seen but not understood the object earlier. She wan't dumb and her brain was solving the puzzle. The ball that her ass refused to part ways for was assisted by her laughing fit and honest resistance. The round cushion of her ass dancing against his hand to escape. "NA-AAH!" The angerier and more scared she became the harder it was to screw the plug inside her. Sweat beading down her back while her naked petals beneath flashed the sweet pink and welcoming warm center.

Once the point was in it was easier to force the thicker ball in with direction. She clawed into his ankles while screaming at the new pain of the virgin hole extending. "NAHH!" The spell hadn't worn down and she couldn't stop giggling even through the whimpers. The hole seeming to brighten in redness as the last of the ball pushed her open. But it was all that was needed, her own movements assisting from there to swallow the tool with her spincter. Her screams echoing in her own ears as the tail settled between the spread cheeks. Rich aburn red through enough shades to give it a realistic look with a cream underbelly. Her emotions working through the magic of the plug and twitching the tail frantically.

The toy inside her the smell was still raging the immediate effects were burried beneath her laughter. But, there was moans fighting against the giggles now. Moans wishing for something that had been forbidden to so many gentleman so far. She was feeling a heat swim through the muscles wrestling with the initial spell. "Nooo!" There was a space between the two that she could speak more clearly, but the word still eneded on a moan this time. "What...?" She fell the floor with the tail fully imbeded inside afterwards. Her knees coming up to her chest while tears of the kalidscope of feelings crested over the lashes.
 
Ginny's shoulder shook as the after effects of the tickling spell finished washing out of her system. She was heaving to return the full amount of oxygen to her body while her cheek stayed against the cool wet tile. Wh-what just happened? The pain now started to twitch inside her brain without the laughter to counter it. She tried to reach around to pull out the tail but, even a slight tug sent a ripple effect of pain up her spine. She gave a short quick scream while trying to straighten back out. The room spun and vomit sat in her throat as the first command came.

Go ahead, stand up - "With this thing! NO! FUC-" Ginny was about to cuss Malfoy to the high heavens when her knees pulled further forward beneath her. Than her hands stationed themselves and pushed up. Soon she was on her toes and the tail was pointing out at him as she rolled to standing. NO! No! NO! STOP! The frantic thoughts as she had enough control of her body thinking to run. The next command came even as her foot took a step away from him. She found herself turning in a slow circle versus running out of the showers. "What did you do! What spell is this now!" The words didn't even come out as the question that they were. Her anger coloring her face an red as her own hands betrayed her and lifted the auburn locks up first and off her neck as if to show of their length and the length of her slim neck. The hands moved forward towards her chest even as her face paled in fright. "STOP THIS!" Her own hands parting to cup the individual breasts as she continued to turn in the slow circle for him. One hand staying with a thumb over her nipple while the other drifted down across her belly to the nude plump pussy. "STOP!" Her voice taking on a foreign squeak as she held herself there. A tear rolling as the upper hand came back down and joined it's mate to meet over her ass cheeks and hold both of them in hand, framing his adornment.

"HOW! STOP THIS!" The words genuinely coming out terrified. She was able to shake her head as more tears joined. Her hands continued the exploration downwards as she bent forward. Her flexibility and fitness on display in how she could bend almost cleanly forward to smooth her hands across her thighs and ankles touching each other till she was looking at him from the side of her leg upside down. Tears reversing how they fell while her lip quivered in rage.

"What! What will make you stop this! It's that thing! That thing you put inside me! Get it out!"
 
“DO NOT TOUCH ME YOU SLIME!” Ginnny tried to jerk herself up. But, the last command was worked till something different was commanded. Internally she could feel her own womb walls squeeze down at the touch of his fingers. The shiver down her back accompanied by a sharp inhalation of the wet air and Draco’s cologne.

“Fuck that! I am not letti” her words cut short as her body folded forward. She was first on her hands and knees. The bunny tail twitching up towards him before she straightened to only be on her knees. “No!” As if she firmly believed she wouldn’t have to carry this out she closed her lips tight. Shaking her head as her knees shuffled forward. She could feel the metal plug inside of her. As she tried to rebel it sent the sharp sudden spark of electricity through the sensitive channel. She was caught in a quick yell when her lips met again back around his tip head.

Ginny’s voice still managed muffled protests as her eyes shut quickly before she could chance seeing him above her. Even as she attempted to protest her mouth followed an entirely different will. Her tongue swished back and forth while her lips tightened.

The pink lips moved quickly up the length while his scent became richer in her nose. She could feel his velvety softness when her trembling hands joined the goal. If the command was to suck as if she loved this deed she pleasured his hole length as she greedily devoured forbidden flesh. Her lips moving down to meet her hands lightly stroking him and keeping the hair away. Her head releasing him and she gagged audibly as if she was going to spit out every droplet of his salty taste.

What really happened was she went right back for his flesh entirely face first. Her lips buried against his shat as if to suckle his balls before putting her attention back with her hands on his shaft. Tears joining saliva slipping over her lips as she pushed his length towards the back of her tongue.
 
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