He keeps her captive.

Harry moves back and forth, loving the feeling of his girlfriend around him. Ginny moans, the feeling of his warm seed filling her up, slowly leaking from her.

Harry feels his body slowly come down from the sexual high, leaving his eyes heavy. He slips his cock from her pussy, watching her drip a little. His finger touches her between her legs.

"It's a shame that you're losing this" Harry holds up a finger with their juices on it. "I know, pudoris" At that word, Ginny feels a cold hard feeling cling to her waist. She feels it slip between her legs, hugging her curves until all that's exposed is her pert little asshole. "Much better" Ginny struggles to get upright, to look at Harry. She sees his hand flourish. She steadies herself with her hands, now freed. She also can move her mouth again, the gag now gone. Ginny turns around to see Harry still holding up his dirty fingers.

"Now my love, i think you have some cleaning up to do" Harry sticks his fingers towards Ginny's face, the intent obvious.