Ginny Weasley

Harry thought Ginny would be a good target. She was at the centre of a lot of his fantasies, and he knew exactly where she was.

It didn't take him long to make his way to the Quidditch pitch. Today was a Sunday, and Ginny always like to practice by herself Sunday mornings. It was a cold day, and a layer of mist shrouded the Quidditch pitch, making it difficult to see Ginny. As Harry approached, he would occasionally get a glimpse of a red and gold uniform, darting just fast enough to be dangerous.

Harry decided he didn't have to wait for Ginny to finish.

"Ginny wants to stop her Quidditch practice right now." As soon as he had finished speaking, he saw Ginny start heading towards the ground, slowing down as she got close. Harry waved her over as she touched down.

"Harry," she said, smiling. "What are you doing here?" She didn't look too tired, so she must have only just started her session.

"Maybe I just wanted to see my favourite chaser." Harry replied, making Ginny blush slightly, although she did a good job of hiding it. "Actually, there was something I wanted to show you, if you'll come with me?" Ginny shook her head.

"Sorry Harry, I can't. I made plans with Michael to meet him in the library." Harry nearly felt annoyed, until he remembered what he could do now.

"You'll cancel them." That was all he needed to say. Ginny blinked, and then a smile spread across her face.

"Absolutely. I'm sure what you have to show me is much more important." Harry's cock twitched at her instant obedience.

"Come with me then." Harry said, extending his hand. Ginny hesitated for a moment, looking at Harry with slightly-widened eyes, before she tentatively reached out and took it.

Harry had already decided how he was going to change Ginny, all he needed to do was find the right words to do it.