Ginny

"They were... doing it!" Millicent shouted jovially, pointing at the flushed Weasley girl. "In one of the inn rooms at the Hog's Head!

When the big mess of you got turned down trying to order firewhisky, I almost wet my knickers laughing, but as soon as the two of them came back later I just had to investigate!" Ginny was on the verge of tears now, not even attempting to deny the story. Ron, on the other hand, had been transfixed by the tale up until the pause. Now, he turned to his sister, thoroughly expecting to see a defiant counter to what he assumed was a bald-faced lie.

Her crestfallen face, though, betrayed his confidence in a heartbeat.

"How could you?" he bellowed loudly, enraged with himself the moment he spoke for losing control. Millicent only absorbed the emotional outburst in stride, anteing up the narration. "Oh, yeah!" Bulstrode continued, clearly enjoying it. "I climbed up to the balcony to get a better look, and there she was! Lying on her back like a slut while he did it with her!"

Tears began to drop from Ginny's eyes as her secret was let out, and even Hermione let her mouth drop open at the revelation of such a private act. Neville, however, reacted in an entirely different fashion than anyone one else expected.

"Make you randy, eh, Longbottom?" Draco snapped, leering at the Gryffindor boy's noticeable bulge. "Well, I guess if you want to fuck her that much, you should go right ahead." Neville gave his longtime nemesis a curious look as his own urges began to battle for control. On one hand, he had always had a crush on Ginny and would have liked nothing more than to slam her silly.

On the other, he knew she would be diametrically opposed to such an idea, especially under such circumstances. Ron sensed his friend's hesitation in courageously telling Malfoy to piss off, and grew steadily angrier at the thought that he could even be considering the offer. Finally after a few intense seconds, he could take no more.

"Don't you dare touch her..." the redhead boy warned both teenagers, stepping forward and snarling just enough so that Crabbe felt the need to pull him back by the neck.

"Come on, Longbottom..." Draco whispered suggestively, turning his back on the elder Weasley. "This will probably be your only chance. Why not go for it?" Blinded by lust, Neville took a few steps towards Ginny, who had so far been too busy crying to notice the others talking about her. His eyes scanned her maroon-accented robes, wondering excitedly what her exposed figure would look like. And, even with the subtly hidden snide remark from Malfoy, he found himself nodding, silently thanking Draco as a servient mongrel.

"Neville, stop!" she pleaded, picking up her head upon seeing him approach. "Stay away!" "I'm sorry Ginny..." he babbled, reaching to caress her chest through the thick vestments. The young girl instantly recoiled at his touch, spinning out of Crabbe's grip with surprising speed. Malfoy's big brute had enough sense to reach out with an one arm, snatching a corner of her robes while keeping a firm grip on Ron with the other. Though the fiery redhead probably had enough momentum to barrel

down both Millicent and Draco, the sudden pulling sensation stopped her dead still for a moment. She pushed ahead hard, yelping in surprise when the tie about her waist inexplicably came loose. Horrified beyond words, the shocked teenager wrapped her arms about her body as she fell out of the robe, landing stomach-first on the stone floor wearing nothing but her pink underwear and bra. "Oh, Ginny..." Neville croaked, pouncing without a moment's hesitation. Kneeling down behind her, he lowered his partner's homely panties and undid his own garments in one fluid motion. Before the poor girl had any idea what was going on, she was naked, and almost everyone in the room could see the red tuft peeking out from below her upraised bottom.

Without further delay, he thrust his genitals forward, miraculously finding the tight, fuzzy opening on first attempt. Both Ron and his younger sibling stiffened up as she was penetrated, each too absorbed in the gravity of the event to do anything more. Had she actually been able to suffer a deflowering, there would be no doubt that her brother would have lashed out and fought to the **** to protect her chastity. But, the tragic blow of discovering his sister had already relinquished her maidenhead in a meaningless fling with a mere crush seemed to have tempered his anger. "So... warm..." the delirious Longbottom blithered, holding dearly as Ginny unconsciously moved to her hands and knees in order to counterbalance the **** of his slamming shaft. She groaned as the realization that not only was someone being intimate with her without permission, but the most eclectic mix of her friends and enemies were brazenly watching them go at it!