Chapter 1: Ginny Weasley and her Champion

Ginny was walking down to Hagrid’s hut when suddenly, she heard, “You smell that boys, it is a Weasley. I wonder how many ‘hand me downs’ that makes for this one, being the youngest of that litter.”

“Shove it, Malfoy, nobody was talking to you. You worthless snob!” Ginny snapped back.

“Worthless, worthless? You are lucky we are on school grounds, or I will show you how worthless I am. You stupid little girl!” Malfoy said before getting ready to turn around and walk off in a huff as he normally does with encounters such as these.

“Yes, I’m lucky because otherwise, I would kick your spoiled ass in front of all your little snake buddies,” Ginny said wiggling her pinky indicating she was referring to more than their sigil.

“I would not do that if I were you, Weasley. I have had it up to here...” Draco said pulling out his wand.

“Fine, you want to do this, you little creep, we will do this.” Ginny said with a tone of seriousness on her face.

Draco was mad as he took his wand out and stood directly opposite Ginny. Crabbe counted aloud and Draco attempted a cheap shot, only to have the bolt dodged by the athletic Ginny. The rest of the match was a disaster, with Draco becoming unarmed and slammed against the wall repeatedly, until he was made to give and confess her superiority in all things. The humiliation was just another string of defeats to the Gryffindor’s.

Hermoine, earlier in the year, made him tell the entire crowd of onlookers that muggles were better than pure bloods. Harry defeated Malfoy so thoroughly and completely, that the upper classman bawled like a baby. Ron even defeated Draco in direct duels.

If it was not for Draco being better than all the other Slytherins, he would have been in much worse straights. Also, it did not hurt that his dad served the Dark Lord.

Summer break

Draco had such an awful year and became so overcome with despair that his parents paid for a trip to Iceland. Draco was encouraged to explore the islands and their many caves. It was during one of his expeditions that he happened to come across a hidden crevasse in one of the caves. It was completely dark, otherwise it might have been found before, but this was different, it felt magical. Draco turned on his wand and gasped as a hidden library and a pot for brewing potions was found. Draco just thought he found one of the lairs of ancient witches that existed before the magical community banded together. It was not uncommon wizards and witches were hunted for a time, that is when the wizarding community decided to leave the public eye away from the non-magical.

Draco was rummaging through the library when a medallion fell out of one of the books and hit him on the head. The medallion was covered in so much dirt that he thought it was some cheap trinket. He was about to put it away but something about it was calling him. He got to his canteen and poured water over it until he cleaned it off. The medallion had the sigil of a snake upon it. The snake had two perfect emeralds for eyes. Draco was mesmerized by the trinket, if he did not know any better, he would think it looked like the actual sigil of Slytherin.

When the young Slytherin touched the eyes, all went white. The next thing he knew he was in his room at Malfoy Manor. He had been in a coma for two weeks. When he awoke, he felt different. For one, he understood snakes perfectly, like the dark one, he now knew, parseltongue, then the countless memories flooded his consciousness. Memories of battles against hundreds of other witches and wizards. He knew spells that no one even knew existed. He was truly powerful now, whatever the reason.

Harry and his lot ruled the new university. Even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs got in line behind Gryffindor’s and behind Potter. That had to change. Draco thought to himself.

It was when he was lost in thought on how to accomplish that when Ginny walked by with two other Gryffindor’s grinning.

“What are you looking at Weasley?” Draco spouted off not liking the way she grinned at him. A part of him felt shame at the defeat the year prior.

“Just a loser with a little snake acting bad in front of the other little snakes,” Ginny haughtily clapped back.

“Little Snake? You got lucky last time. I bet you could not win again,” Draco challenged back.

“Sod off you spoiled little snake,” Ginny barked back as she tried to ignore Draco.

“As I thought, not so sure, or is it you are afraid, I will wager you money. I bet that is why you are with that blood traitor, Potter,” Draco spat back.

“You leave my man out of this, Malfoy. You do not want any of this, as I will make you regret it if I must duel you again, “Ginny said struggling to keep her temper under control, when her protective instincts started kicking in it was hard for her to calm back down; a trait she inherited from her mother.

“Why, from the looks of it, your man has not been into anything except you. Is that why he is friends with Ron because Ron introduced him to you?” Draco mocked.

“I mean it, shut up, or I will make sure you will not insult anybody ever again, you little snake,” Ginny threatened.

Draco gave a mocking smirk, “What am I to believe? That you would not even wager me or the promise to make me regret it.”

“Fine, you are looking to get your butt kicked again is that it? You got off on it? Having a strong woman put you in your place?” Ginny taunted before adding, “Malfoy, I beat you senseless last time and I have only gotten better, way better.”

“Is that so? I must warn you so have I. Care to see who is better?” Draco asked.

“Fine, I do. Where and when?” Ginny asked.

“Not so fast, we have no wager currently,” Draco reminded Ginny.

“Well sport, what do you want to put up if you lose?” Ginny asked.

“One-thousand Galleons,” Draco added.

“Pah, I do not have that kind of coin and you know it, little snake,” Ginny taunted.

“Afraid you will lose? I thought so, if you do not think you will lose then you are just taking me for one-thousand Galleons,” Malfoy added.

“No, it is just I have no way to pay that kind of coin. Surely, there is something else we can wager,” Ginny countered.

“Very well, one curse, for each of the matches the other wins, more than their opponent. They get to cast a spell, charm or curse, on the other.”

“One curse!!!! Only curses allowed on school grounds,” Ginny tried to qualify.

“Oh, so you are not so sure now you will win. Very well, only curses that will not get you kicked out of Hogwarts.” Draco declared with a sad frown.

When do you want to do this duel? “Ginny asked.

“Tonight, in the field just outside of Hogsmeade.”

Field outside of Hogsmeade.

Ginny coughed as she was hit by the latest volley from Draco. He absolutely destroyed her, using his masterful wand-work and years of experience, to whip up a series of spells that left her in smoking ruins. Worse off, was the fact that she did so with her temper flaring, because after she lost the first match, she was too mad to stop there. Her pride had sent her on a quest for revenge, this time it would be double or nothing!

A few rounds later.

So here she sat, trying to puzzle out what curse Draco had conjured for her. Draco had won the tournament two times over and the money pot she had to add to keep continuing gave Ginny a debt of so large for Ginny that it might as well been as many Galleons to sink Gringotts. She could not afford it. He could certainly afford to play hardball. And Ginny knew it too, but there was no fight left in her, as soon as the Vow took hold, she realized that it was over, and now all she could do was sit there and watch, as one by one, each of his three curses washed over her.

Before doing so, he tapped her head and said the words, “Surdus maga,” and all the sound left Ginny’s ears.

“This is not a curse, I just do not want you to hear the curses I am giving you,” Draco explained to Ginny who could not hear him. She could do nothing as the vow had her. He promptly turned her around so she could not read his lips and started the business of placing the three curses he won upon her body. Ginny, compelled by the vow, simply sat there passively.

Draco wasted no time in instilling his first curse, simply touching his wand to Ginny’s clothes and uttering, “Vestimenta meretrices.”

Ginny was caught off-guard as she started to rise off the ground. She was not expecting her Scarlett footwear to transform into a pair of Scarlett high heel pumps, her socks completely disappeared, exposing her creamy legs, her skirt became tighter and shorter, much shorter.

Draco smirked at seeing her exposed skin before placing hand on the side of her exposed thigh and uttered the phrase, “Lenis mollis cutis!” Ginny felt even more exposed as her skin got softer and smooth. She knew most of her body hair had just been removed. The cool air, now kissing her skin, was an adamant reminder of it.

Draco then smirked and tapped his wand to Ginny’s forehead and declared, “Humilitas cunnus!” She furrowed her brow after the spell was caste, he did not explain its effects and, the fact he made it so she could not hear the curses, made it twice as fearful of what he did to her.

Draco touched Ginny’s head with his wand and said, “Contra deaf pythonissam.” Immediately Ginny’s hearing came back.

“Tell me, Ginny, do you still enjoy our little game?” Draco asked in a mocking tone. Ginny tried to look away, but they were standing too close for her to escape his penetrating gaze.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Draco,” Ginny muttered, her face reddening at the implications of his words. Ginny did not know it, but she was cursed with becoming extremely aroused from being humiliated and degraded. She hated herself for letting him affect her so. But as much as she wanted to deny it, deep down, she knew that she wanted it. His voice alone was enough to make her feel like nothing else mattered. Every curse and humiliation only served to inflame her longing for him even more.

“Oh, I think not. I believe you take perverse pleasure in being trained by a superior wizard,” Draco said with a smirk. “And I think that you are secretly thrilled that I have finally made you dress like the peasant whore you are. Draco slowly began to circle around her, taking in the sight of her with an air of superiority. Ginny could feel her resistance fading away as his spell seemed to wrap around them both like an invisible web.

“You know little whores like you, should never wear panties in the presence of a powerful man like me, should they?” Draco hissed harshly. Ginny felt herself trembling under Draco’s intense scrutiny, terrified, yet strangely aroused, all at once. She opened her mouth to answer him, but no sound came out.

“I said answer me now, whore!” Draco snarled again, his patience seemingly wearing thin.

“Yes...” she whispered softly after what felt like an eternity, ashamed, and excited, all at once, by the power dynamic between them. Draco calling her the degrading name made her even more aroused.

“Good, there, taste how wet you are,” Draco said, before moving his hand under her skirt and cupping Ginny’s sex. She was soaked.

“You are soaked. You enjoyed me beating you so thoroughly, and of me making you dress this way, huh?”

Ginny moaned at the finger manipulating her cunt and simply nodded her head and sank to her knees. Draco unzipped his pants and let his more than healthy cock dangle inches from her face.

Ginny looked up at her vanquisher and slowly leaned forward. This was cut short however by Draco grabbing Ginny’s hair and slamming his cock into her mouth.

“Not so little is it, Slut? Do not worry, I just want to fuck your face for a bit before I dick you down proper and make you my cumdump whore.” The bawdy talk almost made her cum on the spot, she loved the way he humiliated her. The curse would guarantee she would go wild at being degraded. It was not long before Draco was using her face as his personal cum receptacle.

Glrk, glrk, glrk, glirk, glrk, glrk...

Draco loved the sweet sound of his victory. Draco came all over Ginny’s face and held her hair tight. He looked down on her with a vicious dominance Ginny could not resist. Draco then looking directly in her eyes harshly commanded, “You will not wipe it off. You will wear it, Slut. Got it?” Draco ordered.

Ginny, blushing red with humiliation, meekly said, “Yes.”

No, “It is, Yes Sir. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That is my good cum slut. Now it is time to teach you your rightful place, Whore,” Draco stated, looking down at the cum covered face of Ginny.

“Keep your new makeup. Oh, and Slut, you are not allowed to wash it off until you go back to Hogwarts and get yourself off to orgasm.” Draco said, before waving his wand at her and conjuring a paper with her picture dripping in cum on the front.

Fortunately, Ginny made it back to her showers before anyone saw her. She did not dare tell a soul what happened. One, she was embarrassed to being so thoroughly beaten by Draco, second, she did not want to admit to Harry that she pleasured Draco with her mouth. She knew she would not find her new curses so easy to live with, however...

Next week in class...

Ginny’s new attire was certainly turning heads. Ginny found out she could not dress any other way than the sluttiest way possible. The spell even considered the rules of wherever she was at, lengthening, when she was in class or on campus, then getting downright whorish, whenever she was no longer bound by the school rules. No matter what shoes she put on they would turn into a sluttier high heeled version of shoes of the same color. Her socks were all transparent stockings now, and none of her panties had crotches in them. Her bras were barely better, as all were see-through, lace, or, in one case, they turned into a bra that only lifted her breast up and did not cover the entire tops of them. No blouse she wore could keep their top buttons closed. No matter what makeup she tried to put on, it would turn into the sultriest possible. The first day she tried to not wear makeup at all, and she looked like a straight up prostitute, as if the spell punished her for trying to go sans makeup. She wore lip gloss every day, giving them a very moist look. Ginny’s nails would paint themselves. (At least it was easy to find a way to get dressed.)

Ginny still struggled walking in high heels, but she had to admit they made her feel sexy. One of the curses made sure her legs were perfectly hairless and soft. She assumed it was a curse because her pubic hair was shaven to resemble the snake sigil of Slytherin. She liked not having to shave however, she always hated it.

One thing that frightened her to the core was the effect the loss was having on her most intimate of erotic thoughts. She was afraid that these were just her natural feelings and not part of any curse. She could not stop masturbating from being so thoroughly beaten by Draco. In fact, she had wet dreams every night, of Draco defeating her. In her dreams he would go much farther than he did that night. She thought it was just a phase and the impact of losing to Draco, if she had a rematch, she would show him, she thought to herself. The thought always felt like a lie.

She wanted to know how long Draco wanted to keep these curses alive.

Ginny decided that after supper she would go to the Slytherin dungeon to ask Draco what the other curses were he gave her. She had to admit she felt a little overheated at walking into the viper’s nest with five-inch black stilettos on her feet, but she needed a way to function. She had missed Quidditch practice all week because she had trouble riding a broom with her clothing turning slutty at every opportunity.

Later that night.

Ginny, with shaking hands, knocked on the dorm room of Slytherin. It was Crabbe that answered the door. Ginny smiled, caught off guard by Crabbe answering the door, and then said softly, “Is Draco here, I would like to talk to him.”

“That it is Mr. Malfoy to you, Gryfynslut!” Crabbe barked out. Ginny looked shocked and was thinking of leaving but something made her answer him, “Is Mr. Malfoy here and may I speak to him?”

“Let me go to see if he wants to speak to a Grfynslut. Come in and wait right here in front of the door,” Crabbe ordered. Ginny bit her lip and took a deep breath, as she decided she needed to follow through. So, she walked into the dungeon and stopped a few feet inside the door.

Some more Slytherin’s started congregating to look at Ginny. They were basically stripping the clothes right off her body with their eyes. Ginny started to blush from the eyes, from the ravenous men, that were ogling her newfound fashion sense.

Crabbe returned about five minutes later and grinned at the flushed Ginny, who was submissively looking down. The Slytherins circled her inspecting her with their gaze. She felt like she was some erotic mannequin on display.

“Look at her boys. She is just begging to have her body looked at. I bet if you felt her legs, they would be smooth as silk,” Crabbe suggested.

Another advanced student looked at Crabbe, “You don’t say? Here let me see.” One of the Slytherin’s said, as he reached his hand forward to feel her calf, only to have it slapped away hard by Ginny.

“Is he coming?” Ginny tried to respond with annoyance.

“I’ll listen to what you have to say if you let my fellow Slytherin’s feel the nice makeover I gave to your legs,” Draco said with an eyebrow raised, appearing on cue.

Ginny was irate, but she could only bite her lip in anger, as her famous temper erupted as she pointed at Draco and screamed, “Damnit, I am out of here!”

“If you do, the price will go up for what you want to ask me,” Draco said, in a tone that indicated he was expecting her to come here and ask what she came to ask.

“Screw you, I can deal, I am out of here, Draco!” She said, before she spun on her high heel and began making tiny mincing steps along the hardwood floor towards the door.

“Halt, you still owe me the galleons you added to our bet in the last match, you have them, don’t you?” Draco reminded Ginny who froze in terror, the unbreakable vow, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“Damnit! Draco! Please!” Ginny begged, regretting coming down here to try and get out of her bets and curses.

“Well then, if you do not want to die by way of unbreakable vow which will happen if I demand it all now. You will let them feel your lovely legs,” Draco said with an evil grin on his face.

“Fine,” Ginny said, resigning herself to the humiliation.

“Start with Goyle,” Draco said.

Goyle glanced up at Ginny with a sly smile, his hand coming to rest on the reclaimer cushion between his legs. Ginny’s heart raced as she looked to Draco for approval - he simply nodded. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her leg and carefully placed her heel between Goyle’s legs, balancing on the other foot. Immediately, Goyle seized the opportunity and started to move his hand up her calf, caressing it softly. Her skin prickled with every movement of his fingers, until they reached her knee. Then he began moving upwards along the inside of her thigh - an area that had been particularly sensitive since being denuded by her enemy’s magic touch. Despite her efforts, Ginny found herself unable to keep still under Goyle’s intimate caress. A thing of guilt crept in as her hated enemy was causing feelings to stir inside her.

Ginny felt her pulse race as Goyle’s hands explored her body, and she was torn between allowing his advance or pushing him away. She trembled at his touch as it became more intimate, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Even though he was a Slytherin, Ginny could not help but be drawn to his sensuality. Her eyes were closed for a second before she forced them open. The tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife - Ginny had never experienced anything like it before - until finally, she let a soft moan of pleasure escape her lips.

“I think she likes it boys!” Draco mocked from the other end of the room.

“What, no! You are making me do this!” Ginny demanded with a whine, not realizing how inferior it made her look.

“No one is making you do anything. You can leave and no one will stop you. You came here on your own, no one kidnapped you,” Draco said with his arms crossed. Ginny felt that she was surrounded and vulnerable.

“I came to ask if you can please stop these curses! You had your fun, but I cannot even play Quidditch, because every time I put on my uniform I look like a lady of the night,” Ginny pleaded out.

“Well then, you should not have kept upping your bet, when I showed you, I was better. And I am better, right Ginny?” Draco asked with a tone of menace.

“Draco, come on, please, let me out of the wagers, please,” Ginny said trying to move right past the question he asked her.

“No, that will not do, tell everyone who is better, right now, or I will not let you come in here anymore, much less talk to me,” Draco threatened.

“Fine. You are better than I am, happy now?” Ginny said, as the Slytherins were cheering at her, admitting that.

“Good, get back to work, Slut, more of my brethren need to behold my handy work,” Draco barked, pointing at Crabbe. Crabbe smirked wide, as he spread his legs to make room for her leg to be planted. Ginny blushed, as she walked with her head down and planted her high heel right between Crabbe’s legs, and the intimate molestation began anew. This time, she moaned a couple of times. She went to four more Slytherins, who could not keep their hands off her legs, and her blush looked like it was tattooed now. She could not even pretend she was not turned on.

“I bet you the entirety of the galleons you still owe me that you are soaking wet,” Draco taunted. Ginny whined at the revelation that she was such a slut that she got turned on by being fondled by Crabbe and his ilk.

“Damn you, Draco!” Ginny said, as she was sauntering over to the next Slytherin owed a feel of her legs.

“Admit the truth, that you like it when we rub your thighs. You want us to keep going. Keep molesting your body,” Draco deliberately said, making each act seem as sensual as he could possibly make it.

“Please, don’t make me say that,” Ginny said, forgetting why she was even here now, between the men rubbing her up and down and Draco not allowing her an inch of breathing room, she was starting to simply react.

“I will not make you say it, but if you are not going to admit it, then you can leave,” Draco said with a smirk on his face.

Ginny groaned in frustration and looked around desperately, searching for a way out of this mess. She had no choice but to agree to Draco’s terms.

“It turns me on” Ginny admitted her face to turning red. Blaise had just reached her inner thigh and she let out a quick inhalation of breath.

Draco softened his voice and walked over to her. Ginny was in a very vulnerable position, standing on one high heel, while the other was nestled between another boys’ thighs. She feels Blaise’s cock poking against her ankle. He was softly caressing her smooth skin.

“Well, how about this, does this turn you on?” Draco whispered out leaning in to pull a slow suckle from her lips. Ginny moaned softly and did not even move when Draco reached down to caress her breast.

“Such a pretty slut,” Draco said kissing back some more his hand resting on her ass. Blaise smiled very brightly as she slid his hands further up her smooth lets. She moaned loudly when she felt Blaise’s hand caress that spot on her inner thigh above her knee. Ginny ovaries were about to fry at the two men groping her. She broke off the kiss long enough to try and protest only to slam her eyes shut when Draco hand snaked down her blouse under her panties and over her sex. She whimpered right before his hands touched her clit. He then thrusted fingers inside her sex. Before gagging her with his own lips over hers. The squeal that followed was delectable for all who heard it. The squeals only went higher the longer they went on. It did not take long for Ginny to gush all over Draco’s hand. Draco broke their kiss and Ginny nearly fell she was so weak from cumming so hard. Draco held her up by her arm. He placed a possessive hand on her ass, and she let him pull her closer.

“That is a good girl. I did not hear thank you making you cum.” Draco said coldly.

“Thank you” Ginny whispered.

“Thank you what?” Draco replied.

“Thank you, Sir” Ginny said finally catching her breath.

“That is much better. Now what did you come here to say?”

“Please Sir, I cannot do this. You are going to make me suffer and will not give me an inch. Surely it will make it no fun for you if I am expelled?” she spat, desperation laced into her voice.

“Very well, come down here Saturday evening,” Draco said smugly. “If you want the curses lifted, you will have to win them back. I am giving you the opportunity to take them back.” Indicating another dueling challenge.

Ginny slouched in defeat, despondency heavy in her words, “That is not fair- I know I cannot beat you, Draco. You are right, you are better than me.”

The room erupted into laughter at Ginny’s admission, and Draco shot her an overly confident smirk. “Then you should have thought twice before challenging me. What were you thinking? A filthy blood traitor, like yourself, stands no chance against me.”

The insult made Ginny even more turned on. She closed her eyes as the next boy was not even pretending to feel Draco’s handiwork, as he was just rubbing the insides of her thighs, indiscriminately. She was getting really worked up again and she still had some Slytherin’s left to offer a feel to.

Ginny pleaded desperately, panic lacing every syllable, “Come on, Draco, please! I am begging you.”

He raised one eyebrow mischievously and said, “Oh, now that is what I like to hear. Very well, if you cannot beat me, bring someone who you think that can. But whatever the wager is for your champion, you will have to pay– meaning after I beat your champion, and you, will take on the consequences of the curse wager.” With a tone of dreadful seriousness, he grabbed Ginny by the arm, and led her out of the dorm room, much to the chagrin of his brethren that did not get to feel his handiwork. Ginny, much to her shame, made a b-line straight for bathroom stalls and masturbated herself to another intense orgasm.

The next morning, with Saturday just a day away, Ginny went to class lost in deep thought. Every male around was ogling her smooth legs, every gaze given to her backside thrusted up on the blasted heels, that Draco’s curse put on her. She never had to pull down her skirt to sit or to have a conversation before; it was all she was doing now. She had to find a way to beat him, but who, she could not tell Harry, lest he find out about her oral pleasuring of his hated nemesis. Ron would squeal to Harry, a radio broadcaster who kept better secrets than her brother.

That left her with only one option within Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of their age. She also had a time turner still, as well as a history, which included beating the crap out of Draco when Bellatrix Lestrange escaped Azkaban.

She waited until she was done with her last class of the day to get Hermione alone. The smart witch agreed, and they decided to head over to Hogsmeade for a pint to discuss Ginny’s predicament.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Ginny, why did you not tell us? Damnit, he is a full year older than you, and his father is a death eater,” Hermione exclaimed forgetting she was not in the comfort of the Gryffindor’s wing of the castle.

“Hermione, keep it down,” Ginny said in a tone of fear.

“Ok, ok, but how do you plan on getting out of this rotten situation you put yourself in?” Hermione was posited to Ginny.

“I was hoping you could challenge him to a duel and get him to release my curses,” Ginny said with eyes so pathetic she was practically begging Hermione to challenge the maniac. The thing was that Hermione hated Draco. He was always the first to point out that she was Mugblood. She looked at poor Ginny and the slut he made her dress like with his dreadful curse.

She was resolved that she would show him. ‘See how he likes it when he is forced to prance around in heels,’ Hermione thought to herself. Ginny and she made it to the Order of the Phoenix training area and began training themselves to duel. Overall, they spent about ten hours straight, magically practicing their defenses. Ginny was impressed at Hermione’s skill, perhaps there was a chance.

Saturday evening...

Hermione Granger knocked on the Slytherin door hard. The expression on her face was one that looked like she was about to kill someone with her glare alone.

Goyle opened the door and saw Hermione stare at him. The Slytherin backed away a step before asking, “Yes, what do you want?”

“Stop the games, you know why I am here, where is your Master, boy?” Hermione said in a tone, seeping poisonous venom.

“Boy! “Well, I will show you!” Goyle tried to threaten.