Chapter 2

Harry lay there tied to the bed, his mind whirling in circles. Girl after girl flitting forward to be evaluated and lusted after. He couldn't help it and he couldn't stop it. There was nothing else for him to do with the overpowering lust but give it room to play in his mind. Painful marks already adorned his wrists and ankles from futile attempts to free himself. But, that pain was nothing compared to the overwhelming drive now eating away at him.

The click of the door pulled Harry's attention immediately. He could only hope it was Hermione with the cure. What he wasn't expecting to see was a young red crowned girl sneaking in. Ginny looked around and caught sight of him on the bed and flushed at once. Harry tried to tell Ginny to leave, though part of him wanted her to do anything but. Yet nothing came out. Hermione's silence spell was still working.

Ginny walked over to the bed. She seemed to move with much more confidence and pride than he remembered. "Hello Harry." She said as she sat on the edge of the bed beside him. It took Harry a moment to realize that there was something different about her. She was taller for one, but she also seemed more mature. And definitely looked more like a woman than he had ever noticed. He shook his head, sure the lust was clouding his judgment, but somehow he knew it wasn't.

"I see that Hermione passed the spell on to you." She said letting her fingertips run lightly down his side. Goosebumps followed her touch, making Harry shiver. Ginny just gave him a smile. A smile that instantly put him on edge. It wasn't a kind smile, or a laughing smile. It was a smile that conveyed something, but something that Harry couldn't really get his mind around. It was almost a superior smile, but not quite.

"You know it was my idea that she pass it on to you." Ginny said conversationally, not like she had just dropped a bomb, as she had. Harry opened his mouth to ask her why, to find out what this was all about, but remembered as soon as he opened his mouth that nothing would come out. "I thought that you'd be able to deal with it better than my brother." She said as if she knew what he was about to ask. "Besides with Christmas vacation starting tomorrow and Ron going off to Romania to help Charlie over the break it seemed impractical. He couldn't be let loose with something as dangerous as this, and then everyone would know." With a finger she gently brushed some of the bangs from Harry's eyes.

Ginny stood up and walked around the bed as if looking for something. When she leaned down and picked up his glasses he understood what she had been looking for. Placing the glasses back on him, she sat down though this time almost nuzzled against him.

"This seems like my only chance to really say what I've been wanting too, so here it goes." Ginny seemed to steel herself. "Harry I've loved you for a long time. Now I know that you've always seen me as Ron's little sister, as a child. But I'm not. When I realized that you had feelings for Cho I was sure that I didn't stand a chance, so I gave up. She was much more mature, and well... she looked more like a woman than I did. But things are different now. I've started to fill out and I understand more then I did then." She smiled down at Harry. "I know now that you had a crush and that those kind of things don't last. I want to give you a chance to see me and not just who you think I am."

"You're special Harry. And not just because of the scar and that you're famous. There's something really special about you and I've always seen it. I'm hoping that one day you'll see that there's something special in me too." Harry just looked at her, much more clearly now that he had his glasses back. And maybe just a bit more clearly in his mind. She was growing up, just like him. Ginny was well on her way to being a woman, and a strong woman at that. Harry gave her a nod and a smile. Ginny smiled back and a radiance seemed to shine in her.

"Well now that we understand each other a little better, I think I should help you a bit." She looked down at his stiff member with interest. Harry blushed and shook his head vigorously almost dislodging his glasses again. Ginny rolled her lips in and bit them, she seemed to be hiding a smile. "I can't leave you like this. It'll drive you mad."

Tentatively Ginny reached out and took hold of him. Harry's eyes rolled up into his head as lust flared through every inch of him. Sweat seemed to exude from every pour, and a silent grunt escaped him. "It seems to be worse than I thought." Ginny said as she watched his reaction. "But I know a way to help you through it."

Harry's eyes snapped open, and the question spilled from his lips though no sound with it, 'You know a cure?'.

"Well no." Ginny said obvious adept at reading lips, or at reading Harry. "But, I do know a way to sate it for a while." She shrugged apologetically at his miserable look. "How many times have you cum already?" Harry blushed at the question. He couldn't believe that she'd ask something like that and not even look abashed about it. "Oh, come on, Harry. I'm holding your dick in my hand how embarrassing can the question be?"

He couldn't really argue about that. He curled the rest of fingers back and held two up for Ginny to see. "Twice, aye? Well three more should do you." Harry just looked at her incredulously. "It's not my rules." Ginny said quickly. "The spell lets off a bit after five times, at least that's what I've read. And I think its better to try than letting you just lie here going mad." She said defiantly. Harry felt awful. And it seemed to show because Ginny let go of his member and threw herself around his chest in a hug. "It'll be alright." She said squeezing him tighter. "Now lets get on with this."

Ginny once again took hold of him, though this time with no hesitation, and started to slowly masturbate him. Her fingers felt like heaven. All the tension and lust seemed to flow down into his groin waiting to burst out with every pumping motion. Harry could think of nothing but his urge to explode, to release everything.

It didn't take long for Harry to reach the edge and blissfully plunge over it. Luckily, Ginny was more prepared than Hermione and put her other hand in front to catch all the escaping semen. Harry collapsed in on himself, panting, trying to put his mind back to where it was suppose to be. But instants after the lust was gone he felt it returning.

Harry opened his eyes to find Ginny examining the white gooey substance in her hand. It seemed to stick to her finger as she touched it. Then to Harry's total disgust and fascination Ginny placed her tongue into it, tasting it. He couldn't tell by the look on her face whether she liked it or not. And felt odd that he hoped she did like the taste. Harry shook his head trying to dislodge the image of a naked Ginny writhing on top of him.

Ginny didn't seem to notice him watching as she stood up and went over to the cauldron across the room. Taking her wand from her robes she lit a fire under it and then did something he couldn't quite see. By the time she came back with a warm wet cloth Harry was again at full mast.

"My, that didn't take long." Ginny said with a little smile as she wiped him down. She seemed to enjoy his helplessness as she cleaned him up. It was odd to think of Ginny as anything more than Ron's sister. Harry had always been nice to her and liked her as a friend, but could there be something more between them? The images that came unbidden of a naked thrashing Ginny made Harry blush and his cock pulse.

With a smile and a wink Ginny wiped his dick clean before sitting down again. "You know that's quite tiring. I'm not sure my wrist can hold up, doing that two more times. Maybe I should get one of the other girls from downstairs to help me." She said giving him her evilest look. The expression of horror that came over Harry's face had Ginny rolling. "Come on Harry. I was just kidding. I wouldn't bring anyone else up here. But, my wrist is tired."

A bashful look came over her as she gave Harry an odd glance before turning away. It was totally out of character. Nothing ever seemed to embarrass Ginny anymore. When she turned back she didn't look at Harry directly but just stared at his ridged cock. Her scrutiny made it throb and bounce. She smiled, and Harry was sure it was because she knew he was thinking about her.

Without warning she took hold of his cock and lowered her face to it. Her tongue slid slowly out, and tickled the end of his cock. Instinctively Harry pulled away, his cock slipping from Ginny's loose fingers. She just laughed and took hold of him again this time more firmly and tried again. He could feel her tongue wet and smooth running over his glans. The feeling made his toes curl and fingers clench. It was so intense that even the lust seemed shocked back by it.

But, Ginny was paying him no mind as she moved even closer and let her lips close softly over the tip of his glans. If the previous orgasm hadn't taken so much from him, he was sure he would have cum right that instant. Nothing, not his fights with Voldemort, nor his experience with Hermione, had prepared him for the intensity of that moment.