Chapter 19

Harry was aware that there was a certain relaxed manner in his steps as he walked back to the Common Room, one that contrasted significantly with the angry and depressed impression that he was trying to sell to the rest of the school. Still, he couldn't help it. It was hard to suppress his cheer after he spent a generous portion of his evening teaching a very entertaining lesson to the Ice Queen of Slytherin, whose submissive streak surpassed even his wildest expectations. He would have called her submissiveness as a let-down, but that would have been unfair after the amazing service she had selflessly provided, even following his order to stop after she surrendered all of her castles.

Distracted by pleasant memories, he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings, until he heard a familiar voice calling his name just as he was about to take a turn which would bring him to the corridor where the entrance for the Gryffindor Common Room lay.

The familiarity of the voice was the only reason he didn't reach for his wand for a reflexive blasting spell despite being surprised. He turned, and saw Ginny standing at the doorway of one of the empty classrooms. "Ginny," he said with a frosty tone, one that contrasted with his actual feelings, but he was supposed to be angry at her.

There was a guilty expression on her face, and when kept his gaze on her for a few seconds without saying anything, she dipped her head, aware of the thin ice she was walking. He squashed his temptation to look into her mind in curiosity, as he learned that lesson from Daphne. As amusing as she turned out to be, he had no intention to turn everyone around him to submissive toys. It would be suspicious, and boring. Instead, he waited until she could gather to courage to open her mouth, trusting himself to read her.

"Can we talk?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a distinct tremble easy to catch. He liked what he found in her voice, as it meant that she had been thinking about the throwaway line about the alternative ways of paying her debt.

"Go ahead," he said, and started tapping his foot rapidly just to build up additional pressure.

She seemed wilted after his display, but gathered enough courage to continue speaking. "In private?" she added, even softer, forcing him to strain himself just to decipher it. She took a step back, denoting that she wanted that classroom to be that private spot. Harry walked inside wordlessly, only to turn towards her when he heard the click of the lock.

"So, how can I help you," Harry said, frostily enough to leave no doubt about his supposed anger about her spending habits. As long as Ginny was concerned, she was lucky that he deigned to listen to her rather than writing to her father, asking for money.

"It's about my debt," she whispered.

"The one that was supposed to be just one galleon, but ended up three galleons when you irresponsibly spent the emergency fund I had given to you?" Harry said cattily. "Or the other galleon that you still dared to ask me for after that?" But before Ginny could say anything, he changed his tone, looking remorseful. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be this angry. Especially since you're here to pay me back already. Still, I'm a bit surprised. I wouldn't have guessed Mrs. Weasley would send the money that quickly."

"She didn't," Ginny whispered. Harry turned his eyes towards her, wordlessly asking for her to continue. "I haven't asked her."

"You can't really ask your father without alerting your mother. So, it's the twins that sent it," he continued. "Interesting, I wouldn't have guessed that they have the money, considering the sudden increase in their living cost after they left school."

"I haven't asked them either," Ginny answered, her shoulders slouching even more.

"I would be really surprised if it was Ron that gave you the money," Harry continued in the same vein, acting unawares to her ever-growing panic.

"I haven't asked anyone," Ginny cut him off, her voice loud enough to sound angry if it wasn't for her vulnerable trembling. "I don't have the money."

"I see," Harry said, twisting his eyebrow questioningly. "I fail to see why you need to talk to me, if you don't have the money yet. The money that you carelessly spent without thinking about the consequences, and then daring to ask me for more."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking broken. "We were shopping, and I was so fed up with everyone mocking me for my family's lack of money…" she added before managing to control herself.

"It might be so, Ginny, but splurging the money one time wasn't going to be a solution to that, especially since that money didn't belong to you in the first place," Harry answered as he took a seat on teacher's seat. "You should have known better." Ginny just dipped her head, saying nothing. "If that was all?" he added, making a motion to stand up.

"Please, sit," Ginny said panickedly, quite a bit louder than the necessary. "Sorry," she added, blush creeping on her neck. "I thought about your condition…" she drawled, but failed to continue her sentence.

"What condition?" Harry countered, playing dumb.

She tried to make eye contact, but it only survived for a second before sliding away. "The condition that how you might be willing to lend me that galleon if I perform… If I take your date's place in a certain act."

Harry put the impression of being confused for a couple more second before making his eyes grew in a fake display of shock. "No way," he said, trying to sound fascinated. His initial plan was to act outraged, but he could sense that she was already at the edge, and any more would have sent her away running. "You can't mean that! You're really willing to suck-" he tried to say, only to cut by Ginny.

"Yes," she interjected, looking like she was about to faint. "I'm talking about that, but please don't say it. It's hard enough thinking about it."

Harry nodded. He was more than willing to cater to her small whims after she was willing to do it after the barest mental touch. "Okay," he said, then deliberately leaned back, keeping his eyes on her face. She glanced at him, a small sparkle of hope fading, suggesting that she had been hoping that he was going to forgive her at the last moment, only to realize its emptiness. "Go ahead then," he added after several seconds, seeing that she hadn't made a move.

It took a couple more seconds for Ginny to start moving, and when she did, her steps were small and trembling. Nevertheless, combined with her defeated expression, it was still an arousing sight, even if it was for a different reason than pure sexuality. Every step brought her closer, with her expression growing stiffer and stiffer.

Harry spent that time to examine her body. She was different from the other girls that he had the pleasure of the tasting. She lacked Fleur's effortless sexuality, Susan's amazing curves, or Hermione's naive-sexiness. Though admittedly, it might be the fault of her clothing. Even Susan's spectacular body had trouble showing itself in those baggy robes, an athletic body like Ginny's had no chance. He decided to hold the final decision until he could see her in a fairer light. And in a show of perfect timing, she was standing in front of him just as he ended that particular chain of thought.

He watched in silence as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, stumbling a bit in the process due to her trembling legs. Interestingly, her hands twitched towards his legs for a moment before she pulled them back just as quick, consciously avoiding to touch his legs. He tried to make eye contact to send a smug smirk to her way, but she was determined to avoid it, her eyes firmly on the ground.

Her breathing picked up speed once she was on her knees, the rise of her chest obvious through her baggy robes. It took almost another minute for her to gather enough courage to bring her trembling hands to his belt, but he deliberately avoided saying anything, deliberately not giving her anything to make things easier. She needed to gather her own courage.

A whimper escaped her mouth as she started battling with his belt, her trembling fingers requiring several tries to actually unhook it. The button and the zipper took a similar number of tries. She whimpered his name as she hooked her fingers on his boxers, hoping for one last dash of mercy, but Harry just acted like he hadn't heard it.

A gasp left her mouth as she pulled his boxers completely, revealing his half-erect shaft. At that moment, a slight sliver of curiosity wedged itself into her demeanor, which was previously under the complete domination of her desperation. Even more curious, the tremble on her fingers disappeared almost completely as she wrapped them around his girth, which was a signal for his shaft to transform from a half-erection to full erection.

"It's… still growing," she said in shock as his shaft thickened enough to force her fingers apart, her eyes growing with the growth of his length.

"Of course," Harry said dismissively. "It's excited to see you." Her blush deepened enough to rival her hair the moment he said so. "Now, why don't you show how appreciative you are for it before it decides to go back to sleep." Her gaze jumped up, surprised by his crassness, which, ultimately, was stupid. He was forcing her to suck his cock to forgive her debt, it shouldn't be surprising to receive a few crass comments in the process.

The same must have occurred to her, as she lowered her gaze once more rather than pushing the issue. Initially, she looked like she wanted to lower her head down to the floor, but the full size of his erection was enough to imprison her gaze. For a while, she just examined it, her fingers still wrapped around his shaft. Then, those fingers started moving up and down, fearful and unsure, exposing her inexperience on the subject.

But it didn't take long for her movements to smooth itself as he made noises of appreciation whenever she made a good move. It seemed that Quidditch wasn't the only area she was skilled in. But no matter how quick she was learning, she was still a rookie, and had no chance of finishing him by hand.

"Come on, Ginny, I have homework to finish, you need to start working," he said, reminding her of that particular fact.

This time, there was no delay as she leaned forward, her mouth opened wide enough to swallow the crown. Harry wished that he could see her eyes, curious what lie on their depths, but unfortunately the angle of her head prevented it. After a minute of consideration, he shrugged dismissively, focusing on the sensation of her lips around his shaft. Greed was bad after all, he thought amusedly.

Ginny's lips started to dance over the top part of his length, going back and forth mechanically. And, just like the skill she had displayed while caressing it with her fingers, she was very quick to pick up tricks. She figured out how to alternate her rhythm in barely a couple of minutes, and her tongue joined the service soon after.

Harry couldn't help but feel impressed. Apparently, Ginny was truly a hidden gem, especially since her learning curve wasn't just a fluke. Even now, he was could feel that he was dangerously close to a climax, though that achievement didn't wholly belong to Ginny. Cutting things with Daphne short had affected him quite a bit.

Unlucky for Ginny, though, he had no reservations about cheating.

With his occlumency, delaying his release was almost trivial after all the practice he had on that particular issue. And to make things even more urgent for her, he discreetly cast a spell that would significantly enhance the arousal she was getting from the situation.

The spell started showing effect quicker than he thought it would, which meant that she wasn't as cold as she tried to make herself seem. Her movements started to gain a particular flair, and her breathing started to quicken. Sweat wasn't too far away, thanks to the effects of the arousal combined with her thick clothing.

She must have reached a similar conclusion, as she reached for the front of her robe, and unlocked its button in a flurry of movement, with a nice contrast to her earlier reticence. Her robe fell open, revealing that she was wearing a very modest blouse underneath.

Or more accurately, a blouse that was supposed to be very modest, as it was loose enough to fell forward at the particular angle of her body, and Harry had an angle to leverage that to maximum effect. Though, it was more to fulfill his curiosity than anything. She was wearing a very wholesome bra, but it was still enough to see that her chest was considerably larger than he would have guessed. Not nearly as big as Hermione's, but large enough to rival Daphne's, which was very promising in combination with her athletic frame.

That particular mystery revealed, Harry just leaned back and enjoyed the treatment he was receiving, denying his release to Ginny despite her increasingly heated treatment, going deeper and deeper without prompting from Harry. She finally pulled back, around fifteen minutes after she first started, a surprised expression on her face. "Is this going to take much more?" she asked. "From what I heard from the other girls, it wasn't supposed to take this long."

"Maybe they were more skilled than you are," Harry countered, but he made sure to put a dashing smile on his lips to suggest that it was more of a challenge than a putdown.

"You think so," Ginny countered, a matching smile somehow finding itself to her face. Harry was surprised with the speed her attitude changed, especially without any magical assistance, but he welcomed it. It was amazing that she was willing to act out while still being willing to service him in such a visceral manner. It was amazing what just a touch of arousal might achieve.

"Well, the evidence speaks for itself," Harry said, pointing towards his erection, glistening with her spit. Ginny said nothing else, just leaned forward once more to swallow his shaft. This time, her movements were even more heated, going up and down on her shaft with great fervor.

Each passing moment forced him to use more of his occlumency ability, unable to resist the temptation to mess with her. With each passing minute, she was more willing to make eye contact, matching his challenging look with her smoldering gaze. "Well, it might help if you go can go deeper," Harry suggested.

He received an angry look in return, but Ginny took a deep breath after another minute with no result, her hands wrapped tight on his thighs for leverage, then forced herself to swallow his shaft. Harry quirked his eyebrow in appreciation, not expecting her to actually deepthroat him in her own violation. It wasn't a smooth affair in any description of the word. She was coughing and wheezing helplessly for every inch she managed to swallow, but she only pulled back for occasional quick breaths before sinking back.

Harry was truly impressed with the dedication she was showing, and had no problem showing that. "Amazing work, Ginevra," Harry said with a laugh, using her full name which she hated. She raised her left hand to flip him off, showing her feelings about that despite her full mouth.

A chuckle escaped his mouth at the sheer absurdity of it, and he decided to cut her some slack, and relaxed his occlumency controls. And without that, it was only a matter of seconds until he released. "I'm almost there," he warned her, but once again, it was more for its amusement factor rather than any desire to be helpful, as his hands were already behind her head, preventing any hope of her pulling back.

She tried to pull back, only to stiffen in shock when she realized that wasn't a choice. She still managed to pull back just a bit, which meant the crown was in her mouth rather than the depths of her throat. And then, it was too late to do anything else, as he was already filling her mouth his seed. He kept his hands in place despite her pushes, amused with her helpless coughing.

Only after filling it completely, Harry was ready to pull back. He loosened his hands, and Ginny pulled back, coughing, which had the side effect of wasting his seed on the ground.

"That was excellent," Harry murmured in satisfaction as he stood up, ignoring Ginny as she pressed her hands on the floor for extra balance as she wheezed, trying to catch her breath. "Just three more like this, and you'll get the galleon you were promised."

That turned out to be enough to break her distressed attempts of regulating her breath. "What-" she tried to exclaim, but that caused a piece of his seed to go the wrong way, and she ended up with a fresh fit of coughing. "What are you talking about," she repeated after she managed to overcome her coughing fit.

"Well, as I told you before, I just needed a galleon for that date to be successful, which fixes the price of a blowjob to a galleon. So, you have earned a whole galleon in the service you have just provided."

"So, give me the galleon," she said as she stood up, her palm open expectantly, once again surprising Harry by just how quick she adapted into the situation.

"Not so fast, sweetie," Harry countered with an amused shake of his head. "You are very quick to forget that you still owe me three galleons you had spent. With the way you have acted earlier, you have marked yourself as a credit risk, which means I'm not willing to give you what you want until you cover up your debt."

"But, I need it," she interjected. "I need to pay back my friend before she does something stupid like asking Ron. My mother would kill me if she hears what I have done."

"You should have thought that before doing something that stupid," Harry countered, and her expression fall. He sighed theatrically. "Okay, I'm not a merciless person," he said, which should have rung hollow considering what he had just forced her to do for a galleon, but her expression brightened nevertheless.

"You'll give me the galleon," Ginny exclaimed happily.

"Yes," Harry said, but he raised his hand immediately to prevent an early display of excitement. "But you need to put something extra on the table."

Ginny looked at him in trepidation, but it wasn't as sharp as he expected it to be. It seemed that giving a blowjob had gone a long way to loosen her fears. "What do you want?" she said.

Harry thought about the alternatives he could push on her, but honestly, with both Daphne and Ginny, he had his fill for the night, and he still had some homework to finish. "I'll tell you what it is the next time we meet," he said even as he reached for his pouch and pulled a galleon for her, twisting his body slightly to hide it, not wanting to show her that he had more than just one galleon. "See you in a day or two," he added as he flipped the galleon towards her, which was trivial for her to catch even in her confused and exhausted state.

Harry left the room before she could say anything else, leaving her alone with her thoughts, though he couldn't help but feel curious about how their upcoming session.