As the months went by, things seem to return to normal after that night. Maybe not totally normal… Potter, your brother and I met up a few times to catch up, and we got to a point where the two of them thought of me as an unlikely friend.

I remembered I once told Potter he needed to be careful what friends he chose when we were kids; I suppose I never thought I'd be the friend he should have been weary of. You and I remained casual during that time and no one was ever any the wiser about what had happened that night, how willing you proved you would have been to give yourself right up to me.

A few months before your wedding, I received a surprise. Not really a surprise. I'd pulled all the right strings…

An invitation to the wedding of Mr. and soon-to-be Mrs. Potter arrived in the mail.

I started spending more time with your fiancé and your brother; started to help all of you with planning some of the less important aspects of the wedding. The bachelor party, for example. Little did they know that I was already planning on not being able to make it to that before it even happened.

It was the perfect opportunity to get you off and away from Potter and your brother the night before your wedding.

I'm obviously not going to tell you what that bachelor party entailed; some things are sacred even to me, and every man should have his last night of fun before getting chained up for the rest of his life. What I can say is your fiancé was more than occupied with the festivities, and there was no chance he would get in the way.

You hadn't planned a real bachelorette party and instead decided to go out with a normal night out to a club with some friends. They weren't even all female. I didn't recognize everyone, aside from Granger. As usual, she didn't seem to like me being there. Between you, your fiancé, your whole family and your friends, she was the only one who seemed to see through me.

I had claimed to Harry at the last second that my "girlfriend" (we were hardly dating) had told me she wasn't comfortable with me attending the party, so I would have to sit it out and go out with all of you instead. I ordered the first few rounds and got the ball rolling… At the very least, Granger loosened up a bit and stopped glaring at me.

I kept pushing everybody drinks until you all had enough in you and lost the self control necessary to pace yourselves. It was smooth sailing from there.

As bass boomed through the building, I saw you eyeing the dance floor. I grabbed your hand, saying loudly enough for people to hear me tell you to dance with me and led you off to join the fun.

You were already quite loose; you pressed your body right up against me, grinding into me, looking flirtatiously into my eyes. My strong arms were around you and you felt my hard body brush against yours as we moved together, my hand moving over you, touching what they wanted, feeling what they wanted…

You turned around, facing away from me. My hands were on your hips as I moved close to you. You could feel the huge bulge of my cock, reminding you of just what it was you knew you really needed, brushing up against your ass as we grinder and moved together with the music. A crowd had formed around us and I could tell your friends couldn't see us from here. My hands cupped your breasts from behind you and I whispered in your ear….

"You haven't stopped thinking about what happened, have you?" I asked, knowing you would immediately know what I was talking about. You didn't respond…

My thumb wiggled over your nipples in your blouse as I kissed and bit your neck, "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Ginny… I bet you couldn't sleep after how I left you. I bet you touched yourself for hours in bed that night before you finally fell asleep, didn't you?"

You were silent, but after a few moments, your head gave a timid nod; neither of us could really see it, but I know I was grinning.

The music stopped for a moment and you turned around to face me. It was like it had all happened less than an hour ago, not months ago. You had that same look of surrender in your eyes, like you couldn't control it, like you needed it, regardless of what your conscience told you.

I leaned in and whispered again. "Don't worry Ginny," you felt my breath right on your earlobe. "Tonight, you'll be mine."

I walked away to rejoin your friends and knew we had an exciting little night ahead of us.

As the one person who'd chosen not to drink drove us back to Harry's apartment (where you and the wedding guests were staying until the wedding,) you and I sat alone in the very back seat of your friend's van. Everyone was so drunk they were nearly asleep, and the front seat was too far ahead for them to really notice what was going on in the back seat. It was chilly, and I nudged Granger awake, asking her to hand us the blanket from the floor in front of her.

I pulled it over the both of us. Almost immediately, you realized that my trousers were unzipped and unbuttoned, my long, thick cock rock swollen and hard for you as I placed your hand around it, making you touch it, making you move your hand.

You didn't take very much convincing as I smiled at you mischievously, letting go of your hand as you stroked it up and down over my shaft. I bit my lip and grinned, leaning in, looking ahead to verify just under the line of sight of the rear view mirror…

Then I sucked and bit your neck as you stroked me, bruising you… you knew you were going to have quite a time on your hands covering that up with make up before the wedding tomorrow. My hand shoved up your skirt, moving under your panties. Two of my fingers slipped into your horny cunt, pumping quickly, my thumb wiggling over your clit roughly as I whispered in your ear.

"Tell me how much you want that dick, Ginny. Tell me how much you need it inside you. Admit it…"

I finger fucked your cunt faster and faster as you fought to hold back moans, trying not to scream out, barely able to keep your voice down to a whisper.

"I want it, I need it. I need you to fuck me. Please, please, please…"

I chuckled devilishly and felt your cunt tighten around my fingers at the sound of it. You knew you were my toy, my slut tonight, and you loved it. As you came for me, you didn't keep quiet as you should have. Granger looked back, right back at you, but then she looked away and dozed back off. Did she see? Would she remember?

We finally got back to your place and everybody got ready to crash out in the living room. As soon as everyone seemed to be passed out, or ready to do so, I walked back down the hall to Harry's bedroom. The door was locked…

I mumbled a series of incantations; it unlocked easily.

You had just gotten undressed, dropping your bra to the ground next to you. You were looking at me nervously, almost guilty, knowing how wrong what was about to happen was.

But you knew you were going to do it either way.

(Making some edits to the next chapter... If you leave me some love and some feedback, it may get posted faster.)