Harry couldn't help but smile today. As he ate lunch in the cafeteria, he took a moment to think about how lucky he was. Not even Draco, a slimy worm of man who had decided to make Harry's life a living hell, couldn't get him down. Though not for a lack of trying. "Hey Potter, I'm talking to you!"
Draco slammed his hand on the table. Harry finally decided to indulge him. "Yes, I see you can make noises when you bang the table."
"Is that how you talk to your betters?" said Draco.
"No," said Harry. "Just idiots like you."
"I'll make you regret that." Draco picked up his tray and threw it at Harry. Harry doged it, and the tray flew though air, hitting a seven foot tall giant sitting at another table. Harry wanted to watch, but he didn't want to be late today. He left the cafeteria and was met by a guard. The guard didn't speak, only giving Harry a lazy nod, and led him to a room. The room inside was garishly pink. The bed, sofa, armchair, carpet, all pink. The walls, which were painted in a dark shade of red, seemed to be the only thing that wasn't pink. This didn't bother Harry at all. The only thing that interested him was the beautiful redhead standing in the middle of the room.
"I see you're a bit early," said Ginny.
"Yeah, the guards are letting me have a few extra minutes," said Harry. "For good behavior."
"That's good," said Ginny. "So, what do you think?"
Ginny was referring to her outfit, her old school uniform. It had shrunk a bit, which meant that Harry got to see a bit more skin. Harry looked her up and down. "What do I think?"
"Yes," said Ginny. "Do you like it?"
"No," said Harry.
"No?" said Ginny.
"No," said Harry. "I hate it. I want you to take it off right now."
A mischievous smile formed on Ginny's face. "That can be arranged."
Soon, Ginny's clothes were on the floor and the only thing she was wearing were a pair of boots she had on. Harry pinned her against the wall and began kissing her neck. Ginny began undressing him. She took off his shirt and unzipped his pants. Now he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Ginny lowered herself and removed them. She got on her knees and put her mouth around his erection. Harry moaned as she bobbed her head up and down. He ran his fingers through her hair as her tongue massaged his shaft. Finally he was sufficiently hard.
Harry lifted Ginny in his arms and carried her to the bed. With his foot, he kicked the fluffy pillows to the floor. He tossed Ginny to the bed. She giggled, spreading her legs for him. Harry thrust his erection into her. She gasped, resting her feet on his shoulders. Harry grabbed her ass, thrusting faster and faster inside. Suddenly she shot up and bit him on the shoulder. Harry moaned at this. He could feel his heart racing faster and faster. He was about to come.
Ginny seemed to sense this. "Don't come yet. I'm not ready to go."
"I'll do what I can." Harry did what he could to slow himself down, at least until Ginny was ready. Finally the two came. Harry collapsed as he felt himself go weak. He was breathing hard. Harry put his arm around Ginny. "I don't even know when the last time I felt like this was."
Ginny kissed Harry's chest. "Happy to be of assistance."
"Damn," said Harry. "I wish I could do this more often."
"Well you've only got a few more months," said Ginny. "When you get out, I'll make sure to fuck your brains out."
"Until then, we'll just have to make some memories." Harry pinned Ginny to the bed. "Ready for round two?"
"You know it," said Ginny.