Draco Malfoy – 0 Ginny Weasley – 0
Believe it or not, the first point was earned entirely by accident.
Quidditch tryouts proceeded the next day. Ginny didn't really bother keeping track of names. It was just a flurry of people flying around the pitch in practice robes. She could tell Harry was getting frustrated. Most of the witches and wizards were just plain awful. Several almost fell off their brooms. One hit the beater almost directly towards Harry, who managed to duck just in time, but immediately thereafter flew over to Ginny to whisper in her ear, "he's definitely not making the cut." The weather was horrible; it was raining and cloudy and icky. Most of them were covered in a mixture of sweat, rain, and mud by the end of the tryout.
The previous year's Gryffindor teammates met at the edge of the pitch to discuss potential players. It was a long and boring process, and by the end of it, it was getting dark outside.
"Cheer up, Harry," Ginny said, putting her arm around Harry as they walked off the pitch towards the changing rooms. "There's still tomorrow, eh?"
"Yeah," Harry said, disheartened. "One more day of tryouts. I think I'll have offed myself by the end of it."
They parted ways. They'd spent so much time at the post-tryout meeting that Ginny expected she'd be alone in the changing rooms. The sweat and mud were now caked onto her skin and she felt nothing short of disgusting. She immediately headed to the shower. She spent a good long while there, rubbing the mess off her skin, and shampooing the knots out of her hair. She exited the shower and moved to her locker, pulling out her school robes. She'd almost finished changing when she heard a toilet flush. Confused, she sped up her getting dressed, unaware as to who she'd be meeting.
A brown-haired girl in clean school robes emerged from a stall and went to wash her hands. Noticing Ginny, she smiled. "Ginny, isn't it?" Ginny nodded.
"Demelza," she said, wiping her hands clean and offering her hand to Ginny.
"Pleasure," Ginny said. Demelza smiled in return. She leaned against a nearby sink. She played with her hands in what seemed to Ginny a nervous manner.
"What are the chances of me getting on the team, do you think?"
Ginny shrugged. "I really couldn't tell you. That's up to the captain."
"Harry Potter?"
Ginny nodded. Demelza came over to sit on the bench in front of Ginny. "You know," she said, scooting closer. Ginny was in the process of lacing up her shoes. "I always heard that you rather fancied him." She gave a sly smile.
"For a time," Ginny said. "A childhood crush, though, really."
Demelza tried, poorly, to conceal a smile. "I've also heard you're very popular among the boys. They're just always going on about how attractive you are."
"Well," Ginny said, done with her shoes. "To put it simply, I'm just not interested."
Demelza got even closer. She dared to put a hand on Ginny's leg. "They're not wrong, you know."
Ginny was very surprised at what was going on. She understood the direction, of course. But this? Just out of the blue? Then, with a smile to herself, she remembered her plot with Hermione. And what better a time to start than now?
Ginny gave a confident grin. "About what?"
"You are," Demelza said slowly, "very attractive."
Ginny took the hand on her leg into her own. Demelza's skin was soft, with long, thin fingers and several rings. Ginny looked at their hands before diverting her attention back to Demelza, who was gazing at Ginny flirtatiously.
"I have a theory."
"Oh?" said Ginny, moving forward on the bench and straddling it, so that their knees touched.
"Maybe you don't go out with any of the boys for a reason." She paused for dramatic effect. Ginny took the moment to drink in Demelza's appearance. Medium height and build, but a somewhat muscular, athletic edge to her. Her red-brown hair was swept all to one side, flowing down her collarbone and side, reaching her waist. She had a very pleasant face and a very attractive smile – especially the way she was smiling at Ginny now. "Maybe it's because you don't want them. Maybe it's because you want girls."
Ginny laughed lightly to herself and looked down for a second. When she pulled herself up, she noticed Demelza was reaching for her other hand. She let her take it. "Maybe you're right," said Ginny. "Or not."
Demelza couldn't help but laugh, a beautiful, soft giggle. "That being said..." Ginny took her left hand out of Demelza's and brought it to her cheek. Demelza's eyes closed. Ginny decided to be forward. "I'm for it if you are."
Demelza opened her eyes.
She pulled Ginny's shirt towards her, causing Ginny to lean forward, and pulled her into a kiss. Slow and gentle at first – tentative, almost. Ginny wondered to herself how she managed to get such luck, just a day after the games began. Then her thoughts were drowned out when Demelza deepened the kiss, opening her mouth very slightly to let Ginny's lips and tongue in.
Eyes still closed, she reached forward and placed one hand on each side of Demelza's waist. Demelza moved in a way that signaled to Ginny she was doing something right. She pulled Demelza even closer, stretching their legs. Ginny felt a heat beginning and knew what she wanted to do – something involving grabbing Demelza and setting her down across Ginny, making Demelza straddle her. But she had to be sure, absolutely sure, that this is what Demelza wanted. She needed to take things slow. Not overwork herself.
Ginny broke away to kiss Demelza's neck, nibbling lightly on the right side, making her way over to Demelza's ear and liking under it. To her great surprise, it seemed Demelza was not hesitant in the least. As Ginny was enjoying the length of Demelza's neck, the feel of its skin – and the soft occasional purrs emanating from Demelza's mouth – she felt Demelza pull on the back of Ginny's sweater. Ginny ceased her kisses so that she could oblige Demelza. Once her shirt was off, Ginny was ready to head back to Demelza's neck, when she noticed Demelza unbuttoning her own shirt.
"Uh-huh," Ginny said, sitting up again to get a better view. "I'm taking that off," she said.
Demelza smiled. "Be my guest."
Ginny kissed the left side of Demelza's neck as Demelza ran her hands through Ginny's hair. She worked her way down, kissing, liking, nibbling, until she came to the first button. She unbuttoned Demelza's shirt slowly, kissing down the center until she was at Demelza's breasts.
At this point Ginny started feeling that need. That very familiar need. Like a warmth, a tingling in your body that makes you want nothing more than to be as close to this person as possible, to experience them fully, their body in its entirety. Ginny warned herself not to get too hasty as she moved to kiss the top of Demelza's breasts. The skin was almost unbearably soft. Ginny finished unbuttoning the shirt and threw it off to the side. Then – unable to control her desire and knowing only that she needed to be closer to Demelza – she pulled herself off Demelza's body, grabbed Demelza's legs and propped her on top of Ginny's legs, so that one girl was straddling the other. From this angle, Ginny held Demelza in one hand and began feeling under Demelza's bra with the other. Demelza started moaning softly as Ginny played with one breast and sucked at the skin of the other. Impatiently, she removed both hands to unclasp Demelza's bra, throwing it to the side. Ginny felt – with a joy – that Demelza was wearing a skirt, and thought to herself how much easier this was going to make things.
She began sucking on Demelza's nipples, feeling more and more heated as the seconds wore on. She moved from one breast to the other, and just when she was thinking she maybe needed to slow down and catch her breath, Demelza started grinding into Ginny, pressing her body up and down Ginny's legs and stomach. Ginny was beginning to feel she couldn't take it.
Demelza grabbed Ginny's face and pulled her into a fierce kiss, rocking her body back and forth against Ginny's. Ginny reached a hand around and began touching and holding Demelza's behind, making the moans louder. The air was starting to smell like sex. Their tongues were dancing, Demelza moaning against Ginny's lips. When they broke away, Ginny managed, breathlessly, "do you want this?"
"Yes," said Demelza, working on Ginny's buttons. "I really, really do." She moved hastily, breathing heavily as Ginny's hands were exploring her back and ass. She finally managed to undo all the buttons and shrugged the shirt off Ginny's shoulders, wasting no time in pulling the bra off, too. This inconvenience gone, Ginny began feeling under Demelza's skirt, going as slowly as she could muster while biting softly around Demelza's neck. Demelza, it seemed, was also impatient. She said between pants, "get on top of me."
Ginny smiled against Demelza's neck and pushed her onto the bench. "First," she said, "there's a couple things I want to take care of." She brought her thumbs to the sides of Demelza's skirt and pulled them down her leg. Next, intentionally avoiding Demelza's heat for the time being, she pulled down her underwear.
Ginny took a while to soak in Demelza's body... full breasts, now with small hickies, a beautiful stomach, and, she noticed, a shaved pussy. Ginny leaned over Demelza and put both hands on her skin. Starting from her shoulders, she moved her hands slowly over Demelza's body, stopping to caress in all the right places. She finally made her way down between Demelza's legs. She left one hand on Demelza's hip, and let the other slowly slide closer and closer to her heat. Demelza's breathing was getting ragged. Ginny paused for dramatic effect, looking up at the begging gaze on Demelza's face. Then she slipped two fingers down, across the pelvis to her pussy lips. She felt in between them. Ginny exhaled deeply as she felt how wet Demelza was. She moved her fingers around, touching softly here and there, rubbing gently. Demelza was making pleasant sighing sounds, which Ginny took as encouragement. She leaned down to suck on Demelza's left nipple again, eliciting louder moans. Demelza's wetness was incredible, and it was turning Ginny on more and more with every stroke.
Heavy breath, steady hand, and occupied mouth held out for one moment as Ginny asked in a gruff voice, "what do you want?" It occurred to her that she was still wearing her pants, but at this point all she wanted was to make Demelza feel good. Her own pleasure would be derived from that.
Demelza looked at Ginny intently, returning to stroke Ginny's hair. "I want..." she said. She placed her hands on the sides of Ginny's freckled stomach and stroked Ginny's skin. "I want you inside me."
Ginny stroked Demelza's clit gently, increasing Demelza's wetness slowly. Ginny could not fathom her luck. She explored Demelza's pussy more – her lips, her clit, her entrance. "Alright." Ginny said.
She propped herself up on the edge of the bench.
"Am I wet enough?"
"Way more than enough."
Ginny slipped one finger into Demelza's dripping entrance. She made sure to keep constant eye contact. Demelza inhaled sharply. Ginny pulled her finger up, hitting the G-Spot. She began to move her finger back and forth, hitting Demelza's pleasure center over and over.
Demelza started off quiet, moaning softly here and there. "More," she said in a dream-like state.
"I can do that," Ginny said, pushing her middle finger inside to join her index finger. At this sensation, Demelza gasped aduibly. Ginny pushed both fingers towards Demelza's G-Spot, stroking its ribbed muscle. Demelza was warm and tight and felt so fucking good. Ginny felt her adrenaline pumping as she fucked Demelza, who was making louder and louder sounds. Ginny went back to sucking Demelza's nipple, biting occasionally.
The heat and the pressure was building. That sensation of wanting – no, needing – release was in full force in Demelza. With each of Ginny's pulsations, she found herself getting louder and louder. She felt her wetness spreading over her. The feeling was deeper and deeper as Ginny pushed harder and harder. But she didn't feel it was enough. "Harder," she managed between moans. "Please, harder." She looked down to see Ginny grin confidently before pressing harder against her G-spot. This pleasure was complimented by the feeling of her nipple being taken into a warm mouth with a skilled tongue, flicking and sucking and biting. With each bite, she cried out, and each time she cried out, Ginny went harder and faster.
"You feel so good," Ginny breathed. Demelza moaned and felt her body buck. She'd lost all control and felt it squirming and writhing as pleasure swept over her. Her hands grabbed onto Ginny's head, pulling at her hair as her moans turned to high-pitched screams. She felt a bead of sweat come off Ginny's forehead and land on her stomach. Ginny knew how to work her hands – she knew where to pull, where to push, how deep to go.
Ginny was glad they were alone, because Demelza's screams were getting more frequent and louder. The sensation of Demelza's nipple hardening turned her on, but that was nothing compared to the immense gratification she got from feeling of Demelza's entrance. Her soft and hot G-spot, her walls contracting and releasing against Ginny's fingers. Cum was dripping onto the rest of her hands. Demelza was holding Ginny's head down to keep her sucking on Demelza's nipple.
Demelza began to twitch, her legs moving wildly as Ginny continued to fuck her. The pleasure was reaching its limits – deep and hard and warm, with a small and satisfying amount of pain. Ginny was working as fast as she could, and her efforts were succeeding. Demelza was twitching and shrieking and just when Ginny's arm felt like it was going to give out, and Demelza thought she might die from pleasure, she began to feel an orgasm coming on. "I'm cumming," she moaned. Ginny pushed harder against her G-spot. "I'm... I'm... ohmygod," she squealed. Her body contracted as she let out one last scream and orgasm rushed over her, making her body writhe and bathe in the beauty of release.
Her climax was long and loud. Once her insides made the last contraction, Ginny pulled out from Demelza and licked her soaked fingers. Both the girls were panting. Ginny smiled as Demelza lay there, exhausted.
XXXXX
Ginny straightened her shirt as she entered the common room. Hermione was sitting with Harry and Ron by the fire place.
"There you are!" Ron exclaimed.
"You certainly took a while," Harry added. "What happened? Tryouts ended over an hour ago."
"I got... caught up," Ginny answered slowly. "Just had a conversation, that's all." She looked at Hermione, hoping Hermione would understand that she wanted to speak in private. Instead, Hermione returned a confused glance. She figured she'd have to talk to Hermione later.
A half hour later, as Ginny was sitting in her bed reading The Standard Book of Spells, there was a knock on the door. Ginny went to open it and saw Hermione standing there.
"Why did you come back so late?" she asked. "Did something happen?"
Ginny could not keep herself from smirking. "Yes," she said. "I just got us one point."
Hermione clapped her hands together. "That's so exciting! Hold on, let me get something from my room."
She returned with the slip of paper. First, on the back, she wrote Demelza's name. Then on the front, she drew one straight line.
Draco Malfoy – 0 Ginny Weasley – 1
