Fate's Rewrite

I wished that I had a camera with me because Ginny's expression of shock as her lips parted was simply too beautiful. "Malfoy," she gasped in shock even as she tried to put her arms around her body.

"Weasley," I responded to her with a matching smirk, catching her shocked gaze. Despite sharing our gaze, however, I focused on controlling the Room of Requirements.

I hadn't used the Room of Requirements, certainly not enough to know how to wrench control from the others, but luckily, it was one of the areas the previous memories of my body proved very useful. Malfoy had spent a year in the Room as he tried to fix the Cabinet, and as much as he looked from outside, the guy hadn't been an idiot. He managed to decipher a great number of working principles behind the room.

And one of those tricks was that the Room tried to answer the needs of everyone inside it without conflicting, though under direct conflict, it had a tendency to answer the more concrete requests.

If both requests were sufficiently detailed yet still conflicting, the Room simply didn't do anything.

It was perfectly adequate for my need. So, I focused on the location of Ginny's clothes before her shocked mind could even think about it, and the room simply transported them to a nearby wardrobe. I would have loved to destroy them, but I wanted to maintain my plausible deniability.

Occlumency helped me to focus on the details, and I focused on asking the room to keep any kind of fabric away from Ginny, preventing her from creating any kind of clothes for herself.

"Look away!" she gasped in shock as she tried to use her arms trying to cover her tight body, with very limited success. Oh, she managed to cross her legs to hide her core, and her arms were enough to hide her beautiful breasts as they lacked the sheer volume of Susan's, but that still left her beautiful body completely naked, just slightly concealed.

"Why should I?" I said with a shrug.

"P-pervert," she gasped as she looked at me angrily before gazing down, trying to find her clothes with a panic that was increasing with each passing second.

"Hey, you're the one masturbating in a public location with an unlocked door. I don't think you have the right to throw that word around."

"I…" she gasped as she remembered a strategy that would solve her problem, at least for a moment. She changed her location and crouched behind the chair. "But I made the door disappear!"

"Clearly not," I said as I pointed at the door, which was still there. She looked at the door angrily, until the door disappeared.

Then she turned her attention to me. "What have you done with my clothes," she exclaimed from her concealed position, though the redness of her face made her look even more beautiful. Potter had great taste.

Too bad his passive nature prevented him from enjoying her beauty. And now, it was too late.

"What can I do with them? I have just entered, and you're the one that's controlling the room," I said, smirking darkly. "Though, it's a pity that I had arrived too late."

"I didn't make them disappear," she gasped. Normally, she would certainly catch the discrepancies in the situation quickly. Unfortunately, post-climax, it was hard to think, and she just experienced a particularly explosive one, the kind that would have left her unconscious. Only the adrenaline of getting caught was keeping her upright. She was still trembling softly as

"Really," I said. "You're the one in the room, controlling it. So, let me ask you, what happened to your clothes, and why the room is not giving you anything to fix it."

The expression of shock on her face as her pleasure-addled brain tried to work was simply too beautiful. "I…" she murmured, unable to say anything.

I decided to make things even more difficult, hitting her with a deliberately weak confundus, making her confused state even worse. "Maybe you are still not feeling fulfilled," I said. "From the way you climaxed, it's clear that you're very aroused, and clearly, just once is not enough."

"Y-you're wrong," she stammered, but under her magic-assisted confusion, her words lacked dedication, no doubt enhanced by her extended state of arousal.

"Oh, really?" I said. "You're not aroused." She nodded. "So, why don't you let the room take care of it."

She closed her eyes, but in her confused state, she lacked the willpower to win against my control. Even more, while she was trying to conjure her clothes, I focused on the chair that was in between us, which slowly disappeared, once again revealing her beautiful body. Meanwhile, I made my clothes to go the wardrobe as well, matching her in nudity.

"Yes, it's working excellently," I said, not bothering to hide my chuckle.

"No!" she gasped as once again used her arms to hide her body, this time lacking a barrier in between. However, that didn't prevent her gaze from dipping down, focusing on my shaft - which was in a fully-erect state.

"I think that's pretty decisive, isn't it," I said, nonchalant, even as I let my gaze dance over her body. "But if you still don't want to admit, I can offer you a deal to make you less guilty about it."

"W-what deal," she managed to stammer, unable to pull her gaze away from my shaft. Understandable as she was battling with arousal and confusion.

"Simple, since you have given me an amazing show, it's only fair that I respond in turn." And just like that, under her gaze, I wrapped my fingers around it, and started pumping it.

"W-what are you doing?" she gasped, but that didn't prevent her from looking away.

"Paying you back, of course," I said as I continued pumping nonchalantly, while she continued to tremble. Admittedly, it strokes my ego nicely as I was rock hard. "Like what you see?" I couldn't help but ask.

"O-of course I don't," she managed to stammer.

"Then, why are you looking it with such great attention," I said with a smirk, continuing the pumping, while I continued to gaze at her beautiful body. And despite being called on, she continued looking at it. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Ginny," I said. "You're just curious."

"I… I'm not," she said, but did nothing as I continued with it more than a minute, her gaze persistent. "It's so thick," she managed to whisper after a minute.

"I know," I said. "Do you want to have a closer view?" She didn't answer, but also she didn't move away as I walked toward her even as I continued to pump my shaft, her overwhelming pleasure doing most of the work.

Though, even then, I was shocked by the effectiveness she was displaying. Even with the trick I pulled, the level of arousal she reached was shocking. She must have been already struggling a lot before my intervention.

Amusingly, I noticed her hand started to move involuntary, the motion of a woman who can't help but reach for the dick in front of her. The speed she reached that degree was beautifully shocking, however.

Potter clearly dropped the ball on that aspect.

"You don't have to suppress your desire," I suggested. "Feel free to touch it if you want."

The gasp she let out was beautiful. "I… I won't," she uttered, but that didn't prevent her from reaching toward it. Her arousal was simply too strong, though I doubted she would have done it if it wasn't for my changing reputation, which included saving her from a rather unfortunate incident in the train.

The combination of lies and magic was simply too effective.

She didn't say anything else, just started stroking it, though the smoothness of her actions surprised me. I used the opportunity to hit her with a truth charm, which, while wasn't as strong as a veritaserum, its effectiveness wasn't too low either, especially when it was cast by the Elder Wand. Together with her confused state, it worked excellently.

"It wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked, and she nodded beautifully, still naked in front of me. "Though, you don't seem to be too surprised. Potter must be a lucky guy."

"It wasn't him-" she murmured before she gasped, realizing what she had just admitted.

"Oh, really?" I asked, curious. "Who was it?"

"D-Dean," she managed to stammer, looking reluctant, but not reluctant enough to actually stop her hand. "We have experimented a bit while we were dating," she managed to say. But the quickness of her admission surprised me.

"Only him?" I asked.

"N-no," she stammered. "I… I went on a lot of dates during my fifth year," she admitted. "It… It helped to make me popular, but it came with certain… expectations. The girls that play Quidditch get a reputation."

Considering she was holding my shaft in her hand, it wasn't a difficult thing to imagine. "And what exactly this reputation included."

"Mostly, j-just the hand stuff," she admitted.

I was tempted to ask whether any of those dates were after she started dating Potter, but asking that would have ruined the mood. Instead, I focused on something different. "Mostly," I repeated, unable to hide my chuckle.

She said nothing else, and I decided not to push her too much. Especially since, as her hand danced over my shaft, she was slowly forgetting her situation, including the fact that she was using her arms to hide her body. The less attention she paid to her arms, the more her body was revealed, making my shaft even harder.

I was getting really horny…