Fate's Rewrite

It felt weird to walk into McGonagall's classroom while she was already there, explaining the tricky aspects of changing a rooster into a pepper crusher, without receiving threats about being turned into various objects.

Although, it might be about the invisibility cloak around me, hiding me from her sight. After all, I wasn't supposed to be in this classroom for sixth-years, especially with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw combo occupying the class.

It wasn't that I wanted to listen to a class from her, but Ginny was there, and I was too curious how she would react after my little magical trick, preventing her from climaxing while keeping her hot. And considering her flame was the result of Appoline's out-of-control allure, I had a feeling it would be a fun view.

And her choice of seat, the last row, with her bag strategically placed to prevent anyone from getting a glimpse of anything below torso level, supported that conclusion. And with several students stopped attending, along with the fact that it was a NEWT class meant that the class was pretty sparse in the first place.

How fun, I thought as I sat on her desk, which gave me the view the others were lacking, my invisibility useful once more.

Unfortunately, nothing was happening, which left me to listen to McGonagall's stern voice. Pity, she was too old for my tastes, as otherwise, breaking a lady famous for discipline would have been entertaining.

So, I left McGonagall to her boring class as I turned my gaze back to Ginny, whose blush slowly growing enough to match the redness of her hair. And as my gaze danced on her body, I was ready to admit that she was a spectacular example of sexiness. A fiery personality matching her fit body, she was beautiful enough to get my attention.

The fact that she was the great hero Harry Potter's girlfriend, however, elevated her temptation to a great new level.

So, I continued sitting near Ginny while she did her best to ignore her desires and focus on the lesson.

Her best wasn't enough.

It started with her leg, as they moved with a suspicious slowness. It was sporadic at first, almost accidental, enough to convince me that her legs were moving subconsciously. Soon, however, that was followed by a hesitant glance toward the professor, checking if she was suspicious.

Her eyes stayed locked there, her expression intense enough that a casual observer might have assumed she was focusing on the lesson - though I doubted anyone other than Hermione would actually listen with such fervor. Her legs started to quicken as she maintained her attention.

However, attention wasn't an infinite source, she proved soon after. At least not against her ever-growing arousal. Soon, they were under her desk, caressing her legs slowly over her robe. Her thick, inconveniently buttoned robe.

It was another barrier that didn't survive for long as she slowly unbuttoned it, starting from the bottom, but stopping below the breast level. Any higher, it could have been seen from the rest of the classroom.

While it was bad the miss the view of her perky breasts even with her shirt on the way, the sight of her smooth legs peeking through her bunched-up skirt was certainly enough as compensation.

More than enough, even, I corrected as her hands slipped under her skirt, and started working on her naked flesh directly. She started caressing her inner thighs, lacking the courage to go all the way at the moment. Still, that didn't prevent her hands from occasionally climbing high enough to get very dangerous, which dislodged her skirt enough to reveal one important fact.

She was lacking panties.

Gryffindor was truly the house of the brave, I thought as I watched her fingers climb up, giving me the first glimpse of her core, which was cleanly shaven except one little exception, a little landing strip that was - shockingly - shaped like a lightning bolt, making me curious whether her fangirlish tendencies or her desire to be a loyal yet horny girlfriend that prompted that decision.

Either way, it made my eventual victory even tastier.

I licked my lips several times to moisten them as she slowly developed a light sheen of sweat, her hands getting more and more adventurous.

I couldn't help but sneak under her desk, positioning close enough that, if she closed her legs, she would have hit me. However, with her burning desire, it was impossible. Instead, I lightly blow toward her core, soft enough to be mistaken for wind, only for her shivers to increase.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Is there anything I can help you, Miss Weasley?" McGonagall asked.

"Can you explain the last part, professor, it's a bit unclear," Ginny replied in an instant, showing the quick-lying ability that only a girl with six brothers could possess. Much to my fascination, however, she didn't even pull her fingers away, showing that her arousal, combined with immediate pleasure, reached a level that would blanket her cautiousness.

And when McGonagall turned away, she parted her legs even more, giving me a direct view of her core as she slid her fingers into her entrance for a moment, her lips tilting up to give herself an even better angle - while unknowingly providing me with the same as she had gone deeper into her rousing experiment.

I would have liked to say she got wetter, but she was already sopping wet, making it impossible to distinguish the impact of her rousing excitement.

Assisting her was tempting, but other than caressing her inner thighs with my breath, I pulled back, enjoying the dance of her fingers as they tried to find the spot to finally give her what she was seeking…

Unaware of the magic that was holding her back.

As minutes passed, however, her fingers once again turned mechanical as they desperately circled her knob again and again as she forced her stubborn climax to yield, her face getting redder and redder each passing second.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Weasley?" McGonagall suddenly asked.

"I'm not feeling well, professor," Ginny answered, once again without missing a beat. "May I go see Madam Pomfrey?" Professor McGonagall just nodded, allowing her to leave, which suggested that she was acting much less strict after the effective invasion of the school.

Reasonable, I thought even as I left the classroom before Ginny could close the door.

At this point, I wasn't planning to follow Ginny, assuming she would be going back to Gryffindor Tower, but when she took a turn that wouldn't lead her toward there, instead of bringing her to the seventh floor, having an idea of what was about to happen.

She walked, I followed, and soon, she arrived at the vaunted Room of Requirements, the single most useful room in the school, which currently looked empty. I watched as she walked back and forth three times, her beautiful face filled with concentration as a door appeared.

She stepped inside, unaware she was not alone.

Good imagination, I thought as I slipped inside before the door could close once more, and looked around. The room had turned into sensual crimson heaven that wouldn't look out of place in an expensive erotic club. Crimson satin, candles everywhere, a nice smell, and a bath bubbling on the corner for emergencies.

I watched as her robe fell on the ground, immediately followed by her shirt, allowing me to get a glimpse of her tight body, wearing only a bra and a skirt. Her need must be burning even more than I assumed if she didn't even bother removing them before throwing herself on the inclined chair, her skirt riding up to reveal her delicious core.

I smirked as her fingers danced around her knob aggressively once more, this time not bothering to suppress her sexy voice. And she definitely had the lungs to make it an impressive show, even as she kicked off her shoes.

However, I couldn't help but focus on the little lightning bolt landing strip over her core, challenging me to take her and make her mine. The temptation was simply too beautiful.

Absentmindedly, I pulled my shaft out and started rubbing, trying to distract myself from the sudden desire. Even after a spectacular morning spent fruitfully thanks to the assistance of Appoline, the idea of taking her was simply too strong.

The sight of her fingers slowly caressing the lightning bolt hardly helped me to suppress the desire to take her. Meanwhile, her moans got louder and louder, while one of her hands reached to her bra, pulling it down to reveal her perky breasts. They weren't as big as Susan's, or even Hermione's, but it didn't make them any less, their perfect shape and perkiness enough to compensate for their size.

Her gasps got louder and louder while her fingers danced furiously, twisting and pulling her nipples in the hopes of finding the ending she had hoped for. She even managed to shed her remaining clothes, throwing her skirt and bra away, hoping that their absence would give

I decided to have mercy on her, and canceled the spell that was preventing her from climaxing.

The resulting explosion was simply spectacular. A cry loud enough to deafen me if I was any closer exploded from her beautiful lips, matching the squirting expression from between her beautiful legs. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned as she closed her eyes, trembling helplessly.

Pity that it was just mercy, but the first step of my game, I thought even as I stood in front of the door and removed the invisibility cloak, and not forgetting to put my shaft back in its place. "Wow, the Room of Requirements really gives us what we need, doesn't it?" I said.

Ginny's expression of shock as she looked, her naked body on display, was simply spectacular…