Shadows Unveiled: The Unbroken

It was just before the midnight when Harry left the Room of Requirements, leaving an exhausted buxom redhead behind, sleeping in the bed he had previously conjured for to extend their sexual encounter, a magnificently ornate one with four posters, convenient to bind Susan in a variety of manners, alternating between ropes and chains. He hadn't been expecting her to enjoy the loss of freedom the bondage provided to that intensity, but he had no complications of enjoying its rewards.

He pulled the Map before entering the Common Room, intending to check Hermione's whereabouts, tempted to test her reaction after her accidental visit. Technically, they had agreed that their carnal relationship was nothing more than stress-relief, meaning there was no reason for her to feel annoyed about things between him and Susan, but he wasn't naive enough to think that it would be the case. But he was feeling weirdly enthusiastic about trying to fix things without relying on the stronger parts of his rapidly-expanding skill set, not wanting to cheat…

But, while checking the map, he was distracted by another name that was just leaving one of the secret passages that led to Hogsmeade. "I wonder what Ginny was doing there at this time," he murmured even as he changed his direction. And it would do Hermione some good to stew alone for a night, stewing in her own thoughts.

With the map, it wasn't a difficult task to arrange an accidental meeting with Ginny, cutting her attempt of sneaking without alerting someone. "Hello, Ginny," he called from behind, making her jump up in a panic, trying to hide the small box in her hands vainly.

"Harry," she murmured while she tried to control her breathing. "Please be careful, you scared me."

"Sorry," Harry said, aware that it wasn't the emotion what his smile was conveying. Not even close. "So, what kept you out? Would I be wrong if I guessed against studying?"

"Umm… No," she said, her blush apparent even in the darkness, which wasn't surprising considering the exact nature of the service she had provided during their last encounter. But the fact that she was trying to hide the small bag she carried behind her body through a poor attempt that made it even more attention-grabbing was much more interesting. She stopped her explanation for a moment, but her decision didn't last long against his pointed gaze. "I was at the Hogsmeade," she murmured, but Harry just kept up his glare until she uttered one last word in a barely audible whisper in resignation. "Shopping."

"Shopping, you say," Harry said as he walked closer to her, while she stood frozen, unmoving.

"There was a year-end discount," she quickly explained. "It was just for a few sickles."

Harry chuckled. "Relax," he said as he caressed her cheek in a rather forward move, which brought a blush on her face that effortlessly competed against her hair. "It's not like you owe me any money," he added, alluding to the exchange rate they had agreed upon, a session for a galleon.

"Right," she whispered in a resigned tone, though there was a certain excited edge to the tone, which was rather unexpected. After all, his manipulations were limited to making her looser with her spending habits while preventing her from asking money from her family - not that the latter was likely in any case. He was careful not to change anything else, therefore he found the results rather intriguing.

"Do you have anyplace you need to be?" Harry asked.

"No… But…" she tried to murmur, clever enough to realize what he was about to ask, but she let her words to fade when he grabbed her hand and pulled her along to an abandoned classroom, the gentlest pull enough to drag her along, like a listless kite.

She kept her silence even as she obediently followed Harry as he pulled the teacher's chair, ready to fall onto her knees, only for her obedience to be replaced with alarm when he pulled the shopping bag from her hands. "Let's see what you have been shopping," he said with a smirk, enjoying her panic too much to bother peeking into her mind, something that he was glad for when he opened the box.

"I can explain," she said with alarm as her eyes fell on the set of lingerie she had purchased just hours ago, but Harry waved it off.

"Come on, it's not a big deal," he waved off, though the embarrassment she was feeling was rather amusing considering what they were about to do the next. "But it neatly ties on the topic we have talked the last time." On the incomprehensible glare she had sent to his way, he added with a smirk. "I'm sure you remember the additional condition you agreed upon for you to get the extra galleon before paying your debt."

"Yes, but…" she started, but he cut her off before she could finish.

"I think repeating the same treatment while wearing the results of your latest shopping trip is a fitting punishment. Maybe it'll teach you not to be this careless."

"But it's too revealing," Ginny replied in panic, which just added to her cuteness.

"Come on, it's not a big deal," he said even as he waved his wand, which conjured a large screen that she could change her clothes away from his gaze. "It'll only help you by making me finish quicker, and you can go back to your room. And as a bonus, I can give my comments on whether they fit your body as well as they supposed to."

"But-" she tried to start, but fell silent after a sharp glare from him. He was getting better and better pushing them into silence with just a glare. "Okay," she murmured in surrender after two more seconds where she stayed under his steely gaze, grabbed the box, and walked towards the screen he had just conjured.

As much as he was tempted to vanish the screen halfway, he knew that patience would only make things better. So, he awaited her to appear again for the next few minutes, the silence only broken by the occasional rustles coming from the other side of the screen. It took a few minutes more than it was necessary for Ginny to step out, but the results made the wait worth it.

During their last encounter, Harry had some doubts about the quality of her body, which was obscured by her robe, lacking the curves to resist the oppression of the Hogwarts Uniform. However, now that her body no longer obscured by the thick folds of dark fabric, clad in a set of black lingerie with a generous design instead, his doubts were assuaged.

"You look sexy," he said with a smirk, not bothering to hide the hunger in his gaze as he explored her fit but still sexy body, sculpted through endless hours of Quiddich training. Her hips had an athletic sexiness that was hard to find in other witches, and while her breasts were more modest in size, their perkiness was more than enough to compensate, especially when covered by the deficient lacy sexiness of her black bra.

"T-thanks," she stammered reflexively, staggering half-way as Harry pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect shaft. She stopped, her eyes frozen on the sight.

"Come on, sweetie, sooner you start, sooner you can finish," he said, reminding her to continue moving. "Unless you prefer to put yourself in a display for my attention, and in that case, please continue."

That was enough to prompt Ginny to move, and soon, she was kneeling in front of him, her eyes firmly fixed on his rapidly-growing shaft, with an expression that wasn't entirely consistent with his soft blackmail forcing her to the situation. There was a perverse excitement on her face, one that appeared despite her best attempt to hide it, her crush slowly being warped under the pressure of the situation she found herself in.

Unfortunately, it was rather boring for the first minute, her head moving mechanically, failing to tickle his arousal above a bland primal sense; enough to tempt him to grab her head and push it down, which would waste the setup he had struggled to create.

Luckily, it didn't take long for Ginny to start warm-up, her lips starting to go deeper with an alternating and ever-quickening rhythm, occasionally joined by her tongue, excitement loosening the control of the fear had on her. "This is much better, good girl," he said, patting her head gently in the process.

A certain hint of anger was flashing in the depths of her eyes as she raised her eyes, but that wasn't entirely effective. Not exactly her fault, as it was hard to look intimidating while her mouth was stuffed to the brim with his meat. The eye contact didn't last long against his amused expression, and her gaze escaped, but she didn't stop delivering her treatment even for a moment, which was the most important part.

Her prodigious talent started to show itself as minutes passed, her treatment getting even-more varied by alternating beats, licks to the side, and soft caresses to his balls; so much that he actually felt the need to peek into her mind, to check that whether he was the only one she was providing this service, or there were others she had been practicing her talents. And to his pleasant surprise, he was the only one, her only other experience with sexuality linked to a muggle porn magazine she had acquired a year ago, but one she failed to bring home, afraid of her mother. She had a boyfriend, but that was immaterial as from what he could see from her memory, poor Michael was yet to convince her for more than a fleeting peck.

"I almost forgot," he suddenly said, making her stop with fear. "I was supposed to comment on the way your new underwear fit on your body, didn't I?" he added even as he put his hand on her crimson hair, to remind her that she could continue delivering her treatment while he spoke.

"Let's start with the panties," he said as he leaned forward, which allowed him to enjoy the view of her hips, insufficiently covered by her panties. Her panties weren't as revealing as a thong, but the view was delicious enough thanks to her fitness. "They wrap around your cute bottom a bit too much for my taste, but at least they are thin enough to not to hide their toned state. Your fitness is your sexiest feature, and it would be a pity to hide it with a looser grab."

From the way her lips quickened without prompting, he assumed that she enjoyed his compliments. He decided to mess with her a bit. "It's a pity that you have to rely upon a padded push-up bra to make your chest bigger, a padded one to boot," he said. It was obvious that it wasn't the case, but he wanted to test her reaction.

That was enough to pull her out of the task she had been enthusiastically delivering. "My bra is not padded, nor it's a push-up one," she exclaimed in anger, though once again, her intimidation factor lowered significantly by her position.

"Come on, Gin-Gin," he answered patronizingly. "There's no harm in admitting that your chest can't measure some of the others. You're more than pretty enough to compensate in other ways," he added, doubling down on his position much to her anger.

"Maybe you should replace your glasses, if you think I owe these to a padded bra," Ginny answered as she pushed her chest out, her hands cupping underneath to present it better, forgetting the details of the situation she was in under the circumstances. "Can't you see that it's not padded?"

"It's not like the spell to obscure it too difficult to cast. And I'm sure of it, enough to make a bet on it."

His last statement put a smirk on her lips. "Really, you're that enthusiastic to be proven wrong."

"I'm impressed with your attempts of bluffing," Harry answered. "But I'm willing to put a galleon on the pot. Are you brave enough to see the action."

"Of course," she said before jumping up, and disappeared behind the screen, her hips dancing sexily as she dashed away. When she came out, her arms were crossed on her chest, her bra dangling from her fingers. "Look and weep," she said gloatingly as she passed her bra to his hands, her smile smug.

He watched amusedly as her smug smile slowly disappeared as he continued caressing the bra but with his eyes firmly on her body. "Can I take my bra back, please," she asked, slowly downing on her that the easy bet she had taken might not be the smartest thing she had done lately, even with the rather pale competition.

"Not before I make sure to detect all the spells on it," Harry answered. "Or you can prove your point a more direct manner," he added, sending a pointed glare at her arms which were busy with covering her chest, which only tightened in response. "But why don't you continue your little task while I continue to test the object of our little bet."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but doing so would require begging for mercy after her own mistake, admitting defeat. And her fiery personality didn't allow that. Under his amused yet sharp gaze, it took only a few seconds for her to fall onto her knees once more, her lips finding his girths, but this time, no help from her hands with both arms firmly fixed around her chest.

Harry waited several seconds, until she looked up once more, and threw her bra to the side with a pointed smirk. "Inconclusive," he said smugly. "Charmwork on it was too complex. I guess you need to find another way to prove your point."

Achieving his objective would have been more difficult under different circumstances, but in her current situation, it was a relatively little sacrifice. Still, her arms were visibly trembling as they moved down, giving him an excellent view of her modest-sized but extremely perky breasts, crowned with her stiff nipples, all the while continuing to swallow his girth.

"I have to admit, you're right," he said. "These babies definitely don't need any help to look amazing," he said even as he reached down, which made Ginny pull back, her arms around her chest once more.

"Touching was definitely not part of the bet," she spat.

"Even if we add another galleon to the pot?" he countered, tempting her with the possibility of the freedom. The way she froze in indecision was almost as delicious as the treatment she had been delivering until a few seconds ago. After another few minutes of silent contemplation, her arms fell to the side once more, revealing her breasts to his viewing pleasure, and to his touching pleasure once her lips took their position around his girth.

Harry put his hands on her shoulders before letting them slowly slide over her skin, enjoying her trembling on the way, which intensified further when his fingertips touched the edge of her breast, invading the territory with soft, circular motions. But it wasn't as delicious as the moan that escaped her mouth when he captured her nipples between his fingers in sudden sharpness, forcing a delicious moan off her mouth, accompanied by an equally delicious helpless gaze, which he promptly ignored.

Her pace on his shaft had already quickened into a frenzy when he slowly started to sink into her breasts, as she desperately tried to finish things, unaware that Harry had the perfect control on when to finish due to his mental control, which had been well-practiced thanks to all the female assistance he had been receiving lately.

Soon, her pace quickened even further, swallowing his length deeper than she had ever tried before, powering through occasional gagging. She was determined, he would give her that. But still, he noticed a significant uptick on the number of moans that was leaving her mouth, making her lips tremble deliciously, revealing the sensitivity of her breasts.

Several minutes passed like that. And while he was tempted to stretch the situation even more, he was rather exhausted after the extended session with Susan, and the release was getting more and more tempting every passing second. He grabbed her red hair suddenly and pulled back without a warning, timed perfectly with his release, painting her face and her breasts with his seed.

"Nice work," he said dismissively as he slid back on the desk while she sputtered, caught flatfooted by the sudden spray. "With that, your debt is forgiven. Of course, unless…" he added, letting his voice to dwindle, echoing a devil tempting a confused angel to fall.

The rational thing to do would be to reject the temptation without even letting him speak. Then again, it wasn't entirely rational to solve her overspending problem through the unique approach to service she had chosen. Even his insidious manipulations had faded enough to not to affect her decision-making too radically. Or more accurately, it should have been…

"Unless, what?" she asked, her attention turned to him fully, still standing up with her face covered with his seed.

"Unless you want to get it immediately," he added, a galleon appearing between his fingers. Her gaze was fixed on its golden glint, her lips trembling, but managing to resist until he added a second one. "It's not like it was a huge chore, right?"

She didn't say anything, but she hadn't needed to, not when she walked towards him with her trembling steps despite the shocked expression on her face. But just as she tried to reach for the galleons, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, directly onto his still naked lap. She froze in panic, and he used that small space to a great value, slowly sliding one of the galleons on the side of her panties. It wasn't as satisfying as a paper would feel, but still, it gave him an excuse to keep her on his lap for a few more seconds. The second galleon, he put on the front, using the opportunity to caress her slit over her panties, quite a bit wetter than he would have guessed.

After that, he let her when she jerked away in panic, both galleons flying away with the motion, another layer added to her expression of shock.

"See you around," he said as he walked towards the door, intent on leaving her alone. He had no doubt that if he pushed, he could have convinced her for a more adventurous version of business, but she would be much more fun after she had enough time to gather herself, and realize that she had sacrificed her chance to get free for another pair of galleons.

She could always give them back, of course, but from the speed she dashed around to pick them, uncaring of the view she provided as she bent forward, he doubted that it would be the case.