"And welcome back to another Potterwatch!"
Parvati Patil was holding a small radio in the Gryffindor common room, the dial turned low. Her and Lavender Brown had their heads pressed against each other as they sat on the couch.
"Turn it down! Someone might hear!" Lavender whispered, swiveling her head nervously, her fingers working a ring on and off her finger.
"Just let them," Parvarti responded, "I'm trying to listen."
Lee Jordan continued, "We apologize for being off the air for a short while there. Chief Death Eater and his pals have been eager to get our autographs and you know how hard it is to turn the fans away!"
"Say, River," said the familiar voice of Fred Weasley, "have you had a chance to peak the latest copy of 'The Daily Prophet'? There's a particularly hard-hitting piece on crocheting wand cozies and keeping your doors unlocked in case You-Know-Who wants to drop in for tea."
Parvati cupped a laugh behind her hand.
The Transfiguration classroom door swung open in the middle of an introductory course for first years. Students sunk in their chairs. Professor McGonagall turned sternly to face Professor Alecto, who held a clipboard and quill in her clawed nails.
Names were produced and Professor McGonagall shook her head to each one, her thin lips drawn tight, her wand clenched hard in her pale hands.
Given no satisfactory response, Alecto glared suspiciously at the professor. McGonagall stared back, her eyes the color of flint. Alecto turned with a huff and swept out of the classroom.
Breathing a sigh, Professor McGonagall tapped her wand. Three spider ferns set on a wardrobe in the back of the room returned to their original state of trembling first year students.
"I haven't picked up that issue, Rapier," Lee Jordan responded, "But there are reports- that is, to say, unreported reports- on another round of Snatcher murders, this time, in the hinterlands of Keswick."
"Now as our fine viewers may recall from our previous episode on constant vigilance," said Fred, "We mentioned that safety is best but none of us here at Potterwatch would say no to a well-aimed blasting curse."
Two second year girls, twins from Hufflepuff, were talking quietly to each other as they walked through the corridor.
From around the corner swung the Junior Deputies, Malfoy at the head. He looked down his pointy nose and turned to Crabbe, whispering something. As the group drew near to them, Malfoy pounced forward with a sharp growl.
One of the twins gasped, dropping her books. The group of Slytherins laughed and walked away, their roars bouncing off the stone walls.
The other sister bent down to pick up the books as the first sat on the ground, fighting back tears and failing. A pile of wrinkled envelopes had spilled out of one of the books and onto the floor.
It had been weeks since they received an owl from home.
"A sharp point there, Rapier."
"Ah, I see what you did there."
"And before we close for tonight, there is an unfortunately long list this week of those we must remember."
"Dean Thomas," Amycus growled over his clipboard in Ancient Runes.
Ginny slid down her chair, folding her arms on the desk and laying her face down.
"I will repeat, do any of you know of a sixth-year by the name Thomas?"
There was silence. Ginny bit her lip, willing for this moment to end. Everyone knew that Dean Thomas had fled with a small band of others a few nights past. The rounding up had begun at Hogwarts. Runaways were inevitable.
"I see," Amycus said at last, striking Dean's name out on his clipboard, "so be it, Mr. Thomas. And let it be known to the rest of you lot that there will be severe penalties to those who decide not to report to the Ministry."
Ginny turned toward the window. The sky was a bleak gray, stretched as far as the dark forests that lay outside the boundaries of Hogwarts.
Somewhere beyond those trees, Ginny thought, was Hermione, Harry and her brother.
By Merlin's sweaty testicles, she prayed that they would not be found.
"That list included Muggles as well as Wizards, a new feature we have added to the show. As Royal noted in a previous Potterwatch, every life is important and worth fighting for, friends," Lee Jordan noted somberly.
"That does it for this time. Our next password is 'Prongs'. Have faith. Keep safe. And support Harry Potter!"
"Confringo!" Ginny cursed, swishing her wand with heated ferocity.
The blast hit a dummy, rocketing it backwards. Flames licked the shoulders, the head scorched.
"Fine job, Ginny!" Neville said, clapping his hands on her shoulders.
Dumbledore's Army had grown considerably over the past weeks. As students had been removed from classes, it had shaken Hogwarts considerably. Those who were afraid to stand up to the Carrows were now taking shots at remarkably similar facsimiles set up for practice in the Room of Requirement.
Hadiya, the sixth-year from Ravenclaw, charged her target then with a fencer's lunge. She cried, "Expulso!"
Her mannequin exploded, large sizzling pieces whizzing across the stone ground.
There was a chorus of applause, especially from the Ravenclaws in the room. She smiled, looking over at Ginny, who nodded her head in approval.
"Neville, what are we going to do?" Ginny asked as the two walked around the training room during a segment involving partners practicing the disarming spell.
"We're going to do the best we can. NICE ONE DAMIAN!" Neville screamed, giving a big thumbs up to the shy Hufflepuff he had wrangled into the D.A.
Damian stared wide-eyed, his face a deep red. He forgot to defend himself and Colin Creevy took his chance to knock the wand out of his grasp. Damian grimaced, scurrying for his rolling wand.
"How do we even know what that is anymore? Yori betrayed us. She's the reason why Luna's been taken. What else could the Carrows and the Deatheaters know?"
Ginny's wand spun out of her hand.
"Oi! Wotcher!" Atalanta yelled from across the room, waving her hand.
"They want us to quit, they're looking for us to stop now that they're ahead. But they're killing children now, Ginny. They're murdering Muggles and Mudbloods like it means nothing. But they're wrong," Neville said softly, stopping Ginny and looking at her.
Ginny looked back at him and for the first time really saw him. There was a violet bruise across his forehead and a red graze on his cheek. But his eyes were clear and determined. He had fought like hell for Luna, just like he fought for Dumbledore's Army.
Wordlessly, Ginny wrapped her arms around his shoulder. He took her in his large arms and squeezed her.
"Thanks," she said.
"We're almost there!"
"We better bloody be."
Ginny had Atalanta by the wrist, guiding her to the final staircase before the Ravenclaw tower. The redhead had been here before with other women, but never her. Gesturing for silence, Ginny parted the leaves of the potted plant in the corridor and whispered to the statue of Archibald the Forgotten.
There was a soft click in a corridor off the side. A small passageway had appeared and the two ducked under, emerging in the small erotic library that had made Hermione's heart swoon.
Hermione, Ginny thought wistfully, subconsciously rubbing her necklace.
"This is wicked, Gin," Atalanta said, turning to her and brushing her lips against the pale girl's neck.
"There's something in here I haven't shown anyone else," Ginny responded.
There was a golden statuette of Lady Elsa, a nearly mythical witch known in legends for her stunning beauty (though later suspected of masterfully dangerous love potions). Ginny turned the statuette slowly, sliding a bookshelf behind another, revealing a softly lit passageway.
"After you," Ginny whispered.
Atalanta stepped forward into the passageway.
"What is this?" She asked in awe.
The passage was lined with mirrors. The mirrors, however, wavered slightly like silk.
"Go ahead," encouraged Ginny, "touch it."
Atalanta brought out a hesitant finger. Drawing it near to the curious mirror, it slipped through like smoke.
"These are Mercurio's Mirrors!" Atalanta said, stepping backwards.
"So you've heard of them?" Ginny asked.
"Do you know how rare these are? Do you have any idea-"
"How wonderful you look?" Ginny asked with a smile, pointing back to the mirror.
Atalanta turned around.
"Bloody hell."
In the mirror, Atalanta stared back at her with surprised eyes, her lips parted. Her appearance, however, had changed.
She wore a golden evening gown that flowed down her long body. It draped down elegantly, cut low down her chest and back. Her curls were pulled up by a sparkling headband.
"Is that me?"
"It is if you want it to be," Ginny said quietly, her fingers running down Atalanta's bare back, "All you have to do is go through the mirror."
"And what about you?" Atalanta said, crossing her arms and looking playfully behind Ginny.
Ginny spun around and got a glimpse of her new self in the mirror.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
Ginny's image had been stripped down to a glimmering green sequined bikini, her eyes hidden behind an emerald mask. On top of her red mane was a large headpiece with gigantic feathers.
"Someone not into the Carnival spirit?"
Ginny's sparkling self lifted up a rude gesture.
"Oh," Ginny said, pointing to Atalanta's mirror, "I think we found a winner."
In the mirror, Atalanta wore a short lavender skirt with a cream bandeau. Her high heels accentuated her graceful legs. Atalanta's curls were relaxed and hung loosely on her shoulders.
"I'm sexy as fuck!" Atalanta remarked, stepping inside the mirror and twirling around in her outfit.
She lifted up her skirt, underneath she wore heavily ruffled boyshorts. It turned Ginny on to see Atalanta's smooth curves hidden just beneath the lace.
"And what about you?" Atalanta asked in the Mercurio Mirror, twirling a strand of hair.
Confidently, Ginny walked into the mirror, her form changing as it slid through.
"Just the usual. Student stuff, nothing crazy."
Ginny had on a black plaid skirt with a black cardigan on top, a pinstriped bra exposing her freckled cleavage. White tights ran the length of her legs. She flipped her long hair behind her back.
"Is there a problem?" Ginny asked, biting her lip mischievously.
"Got me," Atalanta responded in a husky voice.
They kissed hard, wrapped in each other's arms. Ginny ran her hands down Atalanta's bare shoulders and arms. She grabbed her firm butt and Atalanta gasped.
"You're a rough one," Atalanta whispered, pushing Ginny back with her kisses down her cheek and neck.
"Watch it!" Ginny cried as the two stumbled and fell through the mirror and into the mirror on the opposite side of the passageway.
A layer had been removed on both of them. Atalanta was down to her bandeau, boyshorts and heels. Ginny had her tights and push-up bra.
"Whoops," Atalanta said, sitting on top of Ginny, who was splayed on the ground.
They locked again in a kiss, their tongues hot. Atalanta started to grind slowly on top of Ginny. The redhead reached up and felt Atalanta's breasts under her top. The nipples were stimulated and felt nice in her hands.
"Hey Atalanta," Ginny whispered.
"What?"
"Wotcher."
Ginny brought out her wand and whipped out a quick spell.
Atalanta hands suddenly came together as she was plucked off the ground, her almost nude body dangling.
"Ginny Weasley!"
"Yes?" Ginny said as she stood up from the ground, her hands coming out to massage Atalanta's ass which was now in perfect position. The massaging felt nice and Atalanta was momentarily disoriented.
Ginny purred and ran her hand along Atalanta's slit through the fabric. The feel of the lace against her clitoris and pussy felt sensuous, Atalanta thought wistfully. She moaned as she was dangled.
Ginny cooed to herself as she slowly unrolled Atalanta's panties off her supple skin. Picking up her wand once more, she smacked it once. Restraints sprang out to bind Atalanta's ankles so that she was completely suspended. The wand turned into a wooden paddle.
"Now, Ginny."
Ginny rubbed the paddle back and forth against Atalanta's soft bottom.
"I'm busy, love."
With that, Ginny cracked the paddle smartly across Atalanta's bottom.
"Oh!" Atalanta cried out, closing her eyes.
"Pain can take," Ginny cracked the paddle again, "some time to adjust to. Put once you get used to it," another smack, "it's quite nice, really."
Atalanta called out with each hit of the paddle. Completely suspended, she could focus her body on the feeling of the sensual pain. She was in Ginny's entire control. Something that seemed as wrong as enjoying pain felt liberating. Atalanta's cunt dripped wet with her arousal.
"Mmm, yes," Ginny said, stopping the paddling for a moment.
Atalanta groaned in bliss as Ginny brought her mouth up to her hot sex, licking up the warm juices. Ginny's tongue was quick and confident. It penetrated Atalanta's hole.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Yes, how does that feel?" Ginny asked, teasing her fingers into Atalanta slowly.
"Ah, ahhh, ahhhh Ginny," Atalanta groaned.
Ginny moved her fingers quickly, sliding in and out of Atalanta. With her other hand, Ginny cupped her own breast, feeling the lace fabric of the bra.
Atalanta was about to hit her peak, her warm womanhood sliding down her trembling thighs. Ginny slid in one finger, then two, then three, all of them pumping in and out. The redhead moaned to herself, it felt so good to fuck the beautiful girl, especially one that was bound so nicely.
"AH!" Atalanta cried out, arching her back, her head tilted up. Her entire body racked with intense spasms of pleasure.
"Oh, yes!" Ginny said as she flicked her wand, letting Atalanta down softly to the ground, laying her out.
Atalanta's chest heaved, her thighs glistening. Ginny removed her white panties, though she kept her tights on. Climbing on top of Atalanta's dazed face, Ginny held the girl's curly hair in a tight grip.
"I'm so wet right now. I need you to lick my cunt," Ginny ordered.
Atalanta brought her hands up and grabbed Ginny by the ass, slapping them roughly. She lifted an eyebrow and ran her tongue over her full lips.
"Look at you, all sexed up. I feel like this present needs to be unwrapped slowly."
"Come on, Atalanta, I need this."
"Is someone begging now?" Atalanta said coyly, her hands palming and massaging Ginny's stimulated bottom.
"You got me so worked up while I was fucking you."
"Oh, girl, just looking at you makes me want to come one more time," Atalanta said as she reached up and kissed Ginny's breasts over her bra.
The touch sent a quiver down Ginny's spine. She needed satisfaction. Now.
"Do I have to tie you up and do this myself?" Ginny growled, rocking her aching pelvis back and forth.
"Right. About that," Atalanta said in a dangerously quiet whisper.
It happened in a flash. Atalanta picked up her wand and shot a spell at Ginny, knocking her to the ground on her stomach. Her hands were bound together above her head. She tried to roll over but Atalanta pinned her down.
"I've heard about you, Ginny. I know how you like your women. I wanted to return the favor."
Atalanta slapped her wand with a hearty smack. A black scarf flowed out like water. In a moment, the scarf was wrapped tightly around Ginny's eyes. Everything was dark.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ginny asked hotly, squirming under Atalanta's weight.
"Talking gets you nowhere. You should know that."
Another smack of the wand against Atalanta's hands. The girl brought something to Ginny's mouth and she cried out but it was muffled now. A ball gag.
"Really, now, I might just come again," Atalanta whispered with passion, her lip's against Ginny's ears.
Ginny kicked in her tights, making muffled protests.
"Stay down!" Atalanta commanded, her nails pressing Ginny's head down against the carpet.
Reaching behind her, Atalanta ran two fingers up Ginny's slit. It was incredibly wet. Ginny was enjoying this. She wanted more. But why give her that?
Another wand strike and the tall girl held a long feather. Sliding it lazily up Ginny's stocking then brushing it back and forth along the girl's smooth ass cheeks, the redhead beneath her writhed in anticipation.
"Just a little longer, love," Atalanta said tenderly.
Using the usual spell, Atalanta endowed herself with a wonderful cock. She massaged herself in her hands, watching Ginny blindfolded, gagged and bound underneath her. It was almost too much to bear. Bringing her length between Ginny's hot thighs, she rubbed it lightly on the girl's labia.
Ginny shrieked with lust, her moans dampened by the ball gag.
"What a horny whore you are," Atalanta said, her cock now slick with Ginny's wetness.
She peeked a centimeter into Ginny's hole. It felt deliriously wonderful, but she composed herself enough to slide out. Ginny tried to move herself up keep Atalanta inside her and the tall girl smirked. This was fun.
"Someone needs their pussy pleased, don't they?" Atalanta said, smacking Ginny's ass and shaking it firmly.
Ginny nodded. Atalanta ordered her to get on all fours, which Ginny complied with immediately. Atalanta placed her hands on Ginny's hips, her member probing in and out of the girl's entrance lightly. The teasing was unbearable for both of them, Atalanta nearly teetering over the edge.
"Alright, it's about time you take it," Atalanta said.
Atalanta drove herself in forcefully. Ginny let out a sharp groan, fingers grasping the carpet. Atalanta screwed up her eyes in bliss. Penetrating Ginny, her cock sliding in and out with a delicious intensity. Ginny grunted with each pounding.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes," Atalanta moaned deeply.
She filled Ginny's hot center, bringing herself deep inside. It was a rush of passion, Atalanta panting heavily.
Ginny released a long, screaming moan that resounded despite the gag around her red lips. Her cunt contracted with the waves of orgasm. Tilting her head back, Atalanta released herself.
Under the waning moon that lit the Ravenclaw corridor, Ginny and Atalanta hurried down the staircase.
There was a long stillness. In the distance, a hunting owl's calls echoed. Quietly, the secret viewing room of Archibald the Forgotten slid open.
Hadiya emerged, fastening her headscarf with a sapphire brooch set in bronze. She looked up at the moon for a long time, her body shaking with adrenaline. Her friend, Daniella, had mentioned the wondrous room the previous year just in passing. Tonight, Hadiya overheard it once more. Like a shadow, she had followed Ginny and Atalanta. After the two had entered, she tried to go through the same route, but was directed into the secret viewing room with the two-way mirror and couch.
A sensual shiver caught Hadiya. Without a word, she took long strides up to the Ravenclaw entrance.