She continues

Before he can pull the shirt off his head, Ginny turns around. Slowly she unbuttoned her skirt. She looks over her shoulder, letting the fabric fall off her hips just a little bit. She pulls it back up, holding it in place for a moment before letting it slip down her legs. Ginny kicks it forward a little bit. With her legs straight, she bends over to pick it up, showing Harry the little sheer piece of fabric that runs between her legs. It's all that stands between get virtue and him.

She stands up quickly, turning around. Her skirt flies over his shoulder as she steps closer. She puts her hands on either side of Harry, bending down low showing off her cleavage for him. She cam practically feel his desire rolling off his body. She stands back up straight, her hand unhooking and quickly sliding get bra off her body. Her arm covers her chest, refusing to show herself to him yet. One last time she turns around, sticking her ass closer to his chest. Showly she sinks down so she's rubbing against his crotch. She moans as she feels his hard cock pressed against her through his pants. She moves back and forth across his lap, she begins to pant as their bodies interact, the feeling of him against her causing her flame to raise rapidly.

She puts her hands on her hips, sliding her thumbs in her thong, slowly sliding it along her pale freckled thighs until it sits at her heels. She turns around, stops the music and puts her han's behind her back, the same position she was in when he commanded her to strip. Her body is bare, save for her heels and thigh high tights. Just shove her slit is a small tuff of red hair string a stark contrast to get pale skin. Ginny's nipples are hard and there's a little sheen between her legs that betrays her arousal.

Harry takes in the sight of her, the picture of obediance, of beauty, of desire, completely compelled to do anything he says.