inside the Chamber

Harry could feel invisible feminine hands gently loosening his clothes, reaching into his pants and pulling them down, pulling off his shirt. As he looked around, he saw the same happening to Ginny -- her clothes were magically being removed and gracefully set in a pile to one side.

"The disrobing spell," announced Hermione, holding her wand like a scepter. "I've disabled it for myself for now, until we get started. Now Myrtle, what will we do about you?" Harry was down to his shorts, which Ginny had given him once for Valentine's day. She giggled shyly when she saw that he had them on. They had little red hearts and bows and arrows all over them.

The hands were tugging at the elastic, and Harry kept slapping them away. Myrtle laughed loudly at Hermione s question. "Just because I CAN go through walls doesn't can't be solid when I want to. Watch..."

She walked over to a rack which held -- Harry wasn't sure what they were called. A variety of toys, apparently. Myrtle lifted up by the strap a belt mounted with what looked like a giant black curvy pickle. As they watched, she carried it across the room, turning invisible as she did, so the dual-pickle floated dangling from the belt. She reappeared on the other side of the room, and curtsied.

"Hm." Hermione replied. "That should do just fine. Now Ginny," Ginny stood in front of Harry, facing him. Both still had their shorts on, both bare-chested. Harry clung to his shorts, though the invisible hands had apparently given up momentarily trying to remove them.

Ginny's red hair fell gently on her pale shoulders as she smiled at him, lips moist and red in the muted, sensuous light. "Here, I'll help with those," she said. She knelt down where Harry was standing, and touched his crotch gently with her nose. She lifted

up her head and gently closed her lips around the shape of the shaft of the magic wand inside. The wand shifted, leaving a tiny dot of sweet-smelling juice, and the red round tip peeked out from the top of the elastic. Ginny smiled. "I knew you could do it for me," she said.

Harry's head was so filled with the hazy rush of ecstasy that he was too weak to notice or resist as Ginny carefully slipped his final garment off, down his legs, onto the floor.