Dead Letters

Chapter 6

Sins of the Flesh

"Ginny I want you to do a little experiment for me..."

Ginny was still pressed against the cold ally wall. Tom realized just how cold the bricks were as soon as he forced Ginny against them. Her nipples were hard, very hard. That wasn't the only thing that became hard. Tom soon realized his cock was pulsating and Ginny's outfit makes the desire for his want of her whole body worse. Ginny's sleek well toned and curvaceous body was well defined in a form fitting outfit made of a very transparent material. The material is sheer and has a golden gleam to the cloth that perfectly accents every detail of her.

Tom looks her over carefully . . . Ginny, still pressed against the wall, is now trying to think of better times and how she wishes someone would take her away from all of this. As much and however often she wishes for a savior no one comes. She, as always, ignores Tom's stares, it was better like this; or so she forced herself to think. He always came back.

Long ago she was drawn into his evil plan as a way to get close to Harry Potter. The plan failed but ultimately succeeded in being himself becoming immortal. He was with her, with her always. Love was strong but in certain circumstances hate was the greater force. In her case Ginny both loved and hated Tom. Tom saved her from the dark days of loneliness and then he soon started killing her softly in his tormenting and domineering ways. When she was younger, she loved him, Tom listened to her deepest secrets and darkest thoughts; though those thoughts were fragmented by him. Ginny was still in deep thought as was Tom . . .

Tom looks at her wondering if she knew what she was wearing. She, apparently, didn't seem to realize. He wanted her, completely, willingly but if he didn't get what he wanted he tends to go for more forceful ethics. Tom is pulsating with desire and almost lets a moan of lust escape his mouth as Ginny swiftly turns her head and her shimmering red locks caress his face. Oh this is the moment . . .he can no longer contain himself or his throbbing dick.

Again Tom repeats himself, "Ginny I want you to do a little experiment for me."

Then BA BAM! Before Ginny could answer Tom threw her to the ground ready to rule his little mistress. All those long years of tormenting her yet he never took advantage of her, much; just blowjobs, handjobs, and other simple pleasures for his sake. Tom wants her, he needs her now. He sees that he is still massaging her breasts and now reverts to licking slowly around her soft faintly pink nipples while watching her every movement underneath him. She squirms yet she isn't in any way resisting him now. His tongue slides down starting from her supple breasts down towards her navel and he starts to slide his elongated penis into her tight opening.

Ginny always subconsciencely wanted Tom, but she was never sure ...till now. She became moist with his every touch of his cold hands. Oh so cold hands. She arches her back and gives a sharp intake of breath. He is now inside her and wants to make this last, he will be her first. True, she got around but what she did was just to pleasure men not to open herself to them.

"Oh fuck this hurts!" was just one of the many thoughts surfacing her mind now.

Tom wants this feeling to last and takes it slow for Ginny, but suddenly he pulls out and decides to make her more prepared. He inserts his fingers in her opening to get her adjusted to the intrusion, but before she let a moan escape her mouth Tom goes down on her. She never expected this to be so fulfilling ad now she knows how the guys she'd been with loved this simple action. Another seven minutes of this and Ginnny's hips inverted, legs clenched trying to close her open legs. Tom, readily prepared for this placed his strong hands on her inner thighs so she couldn't make a quick escape at the point of her climax. At the height of her pleasure Tom quickened his pace in her vagina and happily lapped up her sweet nectar. She was ready, now she would enter her. He inserted his pulsating member into her for the second time but now she started to gasp with excitement and pain. Her arousal and will for him to continue faster got the better of her. She

pulled him down in a passionate kiss, with his preoccupation she made her move. It was swift and well positioned. She pushed him to the ground, ripped all of his mugglewear and robes off and decided to have her way with him. Ginny initially, was surprised by the sheer size of his penis; she knew she'd enjoy this. The next second she was riding him as if he were a rouge bull and she the professional bull rider. It was bliss; hips moving to a slow rythem in her head, his thrusts underneath her, moans of pleasure from both parties, hot sweaty bodies entangled together, his hands carefully gripping her hips controlling the motion, her head rolling back and forth, backs arched, butts cheeks clenched, and much, much more. This was Tantric sex; it seemed to be lasting for hours. . .

"OY!" said Ashley, a fellow fifth year to walk up the moaning girl.

"...huh? What happened? Where did Tom go?"

"Tom eh? Well next time you are with him please invite me. The sounds you made in your sleep makes me want to meet him soon," teased Ashley who in turn walked out the door saying, "Ginny get up or I'll have to drag you into the shower myself ... mumbles loudly always sleeping throughout most of the day..."

"Fuckin door!" Ron hissed as he kicked and looked up at the ominous door that completely ruined his sister's childhood.

"Let's get out of here," Harry interjected due to the fact that he saw a gorgeous blond head bob down a flight of stairs just below them, "I want to go visit Hagrid."

Hermione, still looking elsewhere because of her nasty thoughts of Harry and Draco. Oh his name does just slide off your tongue. . .mmm, that tongue. I wonder what wonders he can work with the magnificent body that pure-blood heritage had done for him. He most likely was very well endowed. . . ah shit! Stupid Hermione! Quit thinking about them! Ok, calm down. . . sighs

"Something wrong Mione?" said a now interested Ron who heard her sigh. But even before she could reply Ron grabbed her hand and opted to drag her along to the common room. Hermione was surprised by Ron's bold action but also knew he wasn't doing this for some "action." She figured this was a reason why he was in Gryffindor but it still left the question of where exactly they were headed to.

"Ron? Where are we going and why?" said Hermione who suddenly paused in front of Ron causing her face to collide with his chest. Ron, who wasn't expecting her untimely pause felt her small body fill in to the small spaces between the both of them. In other words every nook and cranny between the two people was filled and not a pocket of air was left between them. Ron's thoughts was faced on his oncoming problem. . .she was very close and he was still a very hormone charged boy. His 'crippled plaything' was starting to poke into her stomach.

Ron then looked down at her, pausing to gaze upon her beauty and realized how his body was reacting to her. "Bloody hell! I ah, I . . . I'm sorry about this..." he said while slowly backing away from her. Hermione on the other hand was so close to him and interestingly enough it wasn't bothering her. She decided to focus and keep a level head but the demon in her head was telling her otherwise. She took a few hesitant steps towards the tall red-head and placed both hands on either sides of his face. Seeing that he was so tall she hand to tip-toe but he reacted to her forwardness by slowly moving his face down towards hers. Their lips were no further than 2 inches from each other. She could now feel his hot breath by her cheek. He rested his hands on her hips and soon got friendly with her buttocks. Hermione was too memorized with this new closeness and exploration that right there, in the hallway across from the Great Hall, that she didn't notice a crowd of onlookers were getting

an eyeful. It was about lunch therefore everyone was on their way to lunch or being forced to see the undescribable scene outside the hall. . .

Harry was now racing down the stairs to see the gorgeous blonde that caught his eye, lone and behold it was non other than Draco Malfoy himself.

"Stupid son of a bitch!" was one of the many things Harry thought aloud and mumbled but to his luck the blonde boy heard and recognized his voice. Before turning around to face The-Boy-Who-Lived the Slytherin boy smirked. Draco's day had gone by pretty slow since there wasn't any classes on the weekend and he was hoping for some entertainment. It was the perfect moment too; Harry's friends were no where in sight, Draco's posse had taken off the lunch earlier, and the rest of the school was already at lunch. It was just Harry and Draco. Draco was intrigued by the boy-who-always-got-his-freakin-way and decided to mess with his head. Harry, still fuming about thinking Draco was the gorgeous blonde he had in mind, didn't see Draco walk behind him. Harry looked up and did a double-take, Draco was just there and it didn't ease his tension that Draco was gone. Harry preferred that Draco be in sight so he doesn't have to wonder where the Slytherin hottie was and what he was up to. Draco

now gazed upon Harry from the depths of the shadows, he castle was great in hiding and for this he was thankful. Maybe he would start to mess with Harry now. . .or he could wait for more momentum to build. Harry turned and whipped his faithful wand out of his pocket. In a fighting stance Harry called out to Draco, "I thought you were done playing hide-n-go-seek, Malfoy." Whatever the hell that was the pure-blood boy figured it was some barbaric muggle game. Only the precious Harry Potter would want to fight and truthfully Draco didn't feel up to it today. First those damn voices and the stupid yet hot dream. Draco was formulating a plan now, a master plan to . . .

The bright and sunny day soon got cold, and wet. Hagrid hadn't seen his favorite pair of students for a couple of days by now. He was wondering what they were up to and his curiosity was bearing down upon him. He got up a decidedly walked to the door only to see no other than Madame Maxime looking right into his eyes. She was a tall woman, as are most half-giants, and she missed the way Hagrid made her feel. She always felt wanted, needed, and most of all, loved whenever she was around Hagrid. She invited herself in and peeled off her jacket that clung to her body. Hagrid looked her over before, he looked her over during the time that they were looking for other giants in the mountains but now she was at her most beautiful. Her Parisian air made her so sexy and romantic. Hell she spoke a romantic language and Hagrid loved her all the more for not being around because his desire for her kept building. It was building and building but now was different. . .she came to him, in the

middle of the afternoon wanting something. Wanting him? There was only one way to find out . . .

Pansy, being the ever jealous girlfriend, went in search of Draco, being that she hadn't seen him since the day before. She knew how good looking and how desired Draco was throughout the Hogwarts campus; the young girls fawned over him, the older girls adored him, and the teachers loved him. Draco even caught the eye of a handful of male teachers, but hey who's counting? Pansy knew only of a few hangouts of the Malfoy boy but even though she knew of them it wasn't likely that he was there, he was never around the places, she knew of, for long. Thinking back to a couple of months before she remembered the time she caught Draco with his hand up a cute Ravenclaw's skirt. Draco and his young escort saw Pansy but just ignored her for both parties knew of Draco's infidelity and his wandering eyes, hands, and in general, his wandering into other girl's lives. Draco confronted Pansy over the incident though there had been other times; the other times were different though, Draco and Pansy

weren't together then, they were just seeing each other. After the confrontation Pansy told Draco to have his fun with the other girl because she's didn't care. But in all honesty whenever a girl says that to a guy she doesn't seriously mean, although the guy always thinks she's sincere about what she originally said. Jealousy? Of course she was jealous but that's normal right? In this case Pansy had the right to be jealous due to the fact that they were together now and he supposedly loved her. Then again Draco was also claimed to have loved lesser people just to get in their pants. Pansy felt that she had enough. She wasn't going to demean herself and take him back that lil piece of shit! 'Sound familiar?' she asked herself. She said that once long ago and still took him back. I mean he's hot so who cares what he does as long as she has first dibs right? Wrong. It mattered, everything mattered and he just didn't see it the way she did. She may be in Slytherin house but she's not

completely heartless.

As Pansy deliberated over this in her head she found herself face to face with a hottie she never noticed before. His accent so strong as was his built. The young man was talking to other people that she recognized as Gryffindors. Maybe he was in Gryffindor. He had to be since he was so "chummy" with the other two boys. A taller boy said a name that rang a bell in her memory. Seamus Finnigan? Oh yes, the boy who was completely hopeless in the first year of school . . .or maybe that was the Trevor boy. The Trevor boy with his frog Nevielle? Or was it the other way around? Who cares they are just Gryiffindors. But this Gryffindor with the strong accent caught her eye.

She didn't notice it but the other boy caught her eye and they were staring at each other. The moment breaker was when a vibrant red-head girl and an awkward blonde girl with a quill in her hair and book upside down both grabbed one arm each of this Seamus character and trotted down the hallway. He seemed to be use to this treatment for he looked at the girl opposite him with a reluctant glace and trod away with two girls on both arms.