"The Snigglefiggers really do exist," said Luna, her wand tucked behind her ear.
"No, they don't," counted Hermione, gritting her teeth.
It was another train ride home on Christmas break for Ginny Weasley and her friends and family. Neville was tending a new plant he had gotten and Hermione and Luna were in a squabble about whether or not some creatures were real. Ron and Harry had escaped the compartment to get pumpkin juice and candy. Lucky ones, thought Ginny, rolling her eyes as Hermione became angrier.
Just as Hermione was about to ask Ginny's opinion, the compartment door flew open. Ron and Harry strolled in, arms full of candy. Ron had goblets of pumpkin juice magickly following him from behind.
"Pumpkin juice and cauldron cakes!" yelled Harry, grinning.
"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! Drooble's Best Blowing Gum! Chocolate Frogs!" cried Ron, already chewing on a cake. He turned around and began passing out the goblets of pumpkin juice.
"Heeeree-you-gow," said Ron, with a mouthful. He stretched his arm to give Ginny a goblet and lost his balance. The pumpkin juice flew onto Ginny's shirt, staining it with a large, orange spot.
"RON!" yelled Ginny, jumping up.
"Oi, Ginny, I'm sorry!" said Ron, scrambling to his feet. "Here let me..." He took out his wand and pointed to her.
"Don't bother," she said, pushing past him. "I'm going to the bathroom."
Ginny walked to the end of the train, glad that no one she knew had seen her stained blouse. She stepped into the small lavatory and unbuttoned her blouse. Slipping it off, she turned the faucet water on and began to scrub at it. Magical spells didn't get pumpkin juice out.
Ginny was getting more and more frustrated as the stain wouldn't leave her shirt. Her hair had fallen from her messy bun as she scrumbed the shirt. She jumped back against the wall when the bathroom door flew open and Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway.
Quickly, she pulled her shirt over her bra-clasped chest. I should've locked the door, Ginny thought. She stared at him and he said nothing.
Suddenly, he took a step in and shut the door. He walked towards her and with one great movement, pushed her against the wall hard and smashed his lips onto hers.
"Why do you do this to me?" he muttered. But, Ginny was too preoccupied with the hands that had ripped her shirt away from her chest. One hand had slipped under her bra cup and was drawing circles around her nipples. The other was sliding down and under her skirt, under her underwear, and was tangled in her pubic hair.
With two fingers, he expertly spread her vaginal lips apart. With his middle finger, he began to stroke her clit, back and forth, up and down. Ginny had spread her legs wide open; he was literally holding her up against the wall.
She gasped as his middle fingers stopped working at her clit and thrusted itself into her vagina. He seemed to be searched for something, but Ginny didn't complain. The sensation was amazing.Ginny's knees buckled as he found what he was searching for - her G-spot.
Draco felt her slide down the wall a bit; she couldn't hold herself up. He smirked as he pressed his middle fingers onto her G-spot again. Her cum was dribbling out of her in buckets. As he felt her come for the second time, he slipped his finger out of her, pushed down her panties, pocketed them, and left the loo.
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