Ginny Weasley

After transforming into Ginny and wearing a school uniform, Harry walked into the customers room, prepared to act like a slutty school girl who wants some action from her teacher.

Opening the door, Harry was momentarily surprised to see Lucius Malfoy, but then thought noting of it, only how she could pleasure the man before her.

He knew when the fantasy had first came to him that it was cliche. A thought that had made him wake up with his cock hard and he’d pumped until he’d come across his sheets in the master bedroom.

Ginny Weasley was indeed the daughter of his supposed rival, Arthur. When he'd seen her, that day in the alley, before his fight, he knew he wanted her. Watching her move around in the store, her white blouse shifting across her chest.

It made him think of her for the remainder of the week, thinking of how nice she would look bent over a tables, her legs spread apart and her skirt flipped up.

Her wet cunt begging for him to give her the release she craved. What he wanted was a fantasy where she had been a very dirty girl, landing herself in detention with him as the teacher, where she teased him until he finally snapped.

And it was now that he had a version of her sat in front of him while he leaned against the teachers desk. She’d taken a seat at the front of the classroom.

She’d tied her hair up, used a bit of magic to make her skirt a tad shorter, and she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her oxford. She’d already abandoned her tie on a nearby table, but she’d kept the knee high socks

“Miss Weasley, you’ve already received detention for breaking school dress code today,” his voice was soft while he watched her smirk.

“It would seem so, Mr. Malfoy,” the Ginny impersonator responded coyly.

He was going to fuck her until she screamed, he decided right then. This little slut would not be able to walk when he was finished.

“Fix your uniform,” he told her lowly, pushing off of the desk and leaning forward to brace his arms on her table.

She peered up at him seemingly innocent, her arms shifting to push her breasts together. “I’d really rather not, Mr. Malfoy. It’s blistering in here,” Harry replied, amusement in her eyes. The minx enjoyed every second of this, pushing him until he finally broke. It was a fun game for her to see how far she could push him until he pinned her.

“Is it?” he asked her then, raising his hand and brushing the tip of his finger against her hardened nipple, “I hadn’t noticed. Miss Weasley, why aren’t you wearing a bra?”

She squeaked as he pinched the sensitive nub, “I didn’t want to, Mr. Malfoy,” she replied, not so calmly now.

“Someone might get the wrong idea. After all, you weren’t even wearing knickers in class today,” Lucius teased her. She leaned forward, grabbing him by his wrist and tugging his finger to her lips. Her mouth was hot around his finger as her tongue swept across it.

“Perhaps I’m hoping someone gets the wrong idea,” she ultimately said, “I saw you staring, Mr, Malfoy.”

Looking like Ginny, Harry stood, and came around the table, wedging herself between the desk and her professor.

He watched her breasts as they shook while she jumped onto the table. “It was hard to ignore you,” Lucius replied easily.

“Don’t lie. You didn’t want to ignore me. You watched me play with my tight cunt, and you wished it was you. That you could have me spread over your desk while you took advantage of me,” she whispered the words, hooking her foot around him, forcing him against her, “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Mr. Malfoy.”

He said nothing. Lucius bent to kiss her neck softly, feeling her shiver beneath him before he bit down on the soft skin of her neck, and he left a mark. Harry squirmed against him, her fingers clutching his shirt. “Mr. Malfoy,” she gasped. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist.

“You’ve been so naughty,” he whispered into her ear. “Day after day, watching you tease me. Watching you finger your cunt in front of me when you know anyone could see you.” She whimpered as he unbuttoned her shirt. “Then when you set a paper on my desk, you lean forward with your tits nearly spilling out.”

“Oh,” she breathed as his thumbs brushed against her nipples, “please.”

“Please what, Miss Weasley? If you ask nicely, I might give you whatever you like.” Her eyes were wide as she watched him.

“Touch me,” she murmured, “I want you.” She groaned as he yanked her from the table, his fingers latching her hair. “I want to do things to you.”

“Tell me what you’d like to do, princess. Would you like to be bent over this table with my cock inside of you? Would you like me to spread your legs and lick your pink, tight pussy until you beg for more? Use you words, Miss Weasley. You’re typically so good with them.”

“I want,” she looked down bashfully, that part not an act. “I want your cock in my mouth,” Harry said boldly, “please, Professor.” She licked her lips as he urged her to her knees. Harry undid the buckle on his trousers, sliding down the zipper slowly as she stared up at him.

“Just like that,” Lucius groaned as her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and she used her hand to pump while she slid her mouth down him. “So fucking perfect, so fucking pretty on your knees for me. I think that’s where you belong, don’t you?” Her eyes sparked as she nodded playfully. “Play with your cunt, baby. Let me hear your hot little moans.”

She moaned as her fingers brushed against her clit, rubbing softly as she took him in her mouth, and into her throat. She’d gotten good at sucking cock. Lucius latched onto her hair again, controlling how quickly she swallowed his cock, “are you wet, princess?”

Transformed, Harry nodded, the utter image of Ginny Weasley helplessness on the floor. He nearly came down her throat as her teeth slid against his cock lightly. “Merlin,” he hissed, hauling her to her feet. He kissed her roughly, his fingers digging into her hips while he he pushed her backwards towards the desk. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore,” he whispered to her.

Harry mewled.

“Would you like that? Would you like to be fucked so roughly that you’ll never want it any other way?”

“Fuck,” she breathed, “yes, please, Mr. Malfoy.”

He bent her over the table, flipping her skirt up and slapping her ass hard. Lucius slid two fingers into her cunt, watching her brace herself against the wooden desk and groan his name. She was bloody perfect.

“Harder,” she whispered, moaning louder as a third finger entered her, “oh, God.”

She was a beautiful mess, the paper below her being shoved into the floor while her breasts were pressed to the surface of the table. “Oh, fuck me, please, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry begged.

He teased her with the tip of his cock, content with listening to her beg for him. He tied her hands behind her back, smirking as she keened for him. She was dripping for him, hot and so ready for him to take her.

He slid into her slowly, torturing her with each inch. “Oh, oh,” she moaned breathlessly, spreading her legs farther as he slid in and out of her slowly, “you feel so fucking good.”

“Mr Malfoy,” she moaned, “please, it’s too much, I need to.”

He cut her off by reaching down to rub her clit roughly, her body spasming against him, “you’re so wet for me, princess.” She nodded helplessly, as he thrust into her.

Lucius listened to her moan his name, felt her push herself backwards down his cock while she whimpered the whole time for more. But the slow strokes were delicious, to watch her gasp and shudder under him. He pressed three kisses to her spine as he finally let her tip over the edge, feeling her walls clench around him.

Harry came hard screaming, as his own release was shortly after her.