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PlayWitch had been selling like hot cauldron cakes, and Harry and Ron were raking in the galleons. It was time to start production on the second issue, and Ron was eager to keep the momentum going. "We need to go big for the next one," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "You nailed it with Daphne - now, we need to make sure that this next one is just as hot!"
Harry couldn't help but agree. He had a few ideas in mind, but he knew better than to spill them to Ron just yet.
Ron's eyes lit up. "How about we get Daphne back for another round?" he suggested, a sly grin spreading across his face. "We could have her in something even sluttier than before - maybe even naked!"
Harry laughed it off. "I don't think that's going to happen. Daphne made a killing from the first one, and I don't think she'll want to do it again just yet."
Ron groaned, slumping down in his chair. "I knew it," he said. "We're never going to top Daphne."
Harry chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Ron. I've got an idea in mind," he said. "Trust me, I know just the right witch for the job!"
"Ginny! I'm so glad you could make it," Harry said, smiling as she entered the Room of Requirement. The room had been transformed into a makeshift studio for the day, with cameras, lighting, and props all set up.
Ginny grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Of course, Harry! I was so excited when I saw the ad in the first issue," she said, twirling around in her robe. "10 Galleons for just a couple hours of my time? I'd be mad to turn that down!"
Harry chuckled, feeling a surge of excitement at the sight of Ginny's energetic demeanour. "Well, I'm glad you're enthusiastic," he said, holding up a camera. "Today's shoot is going to be a Quidditch special, so I want you to get into character."
Ginny's eyes lit up. "Sounds like fun!" she exclaimed, bouncing over to the stall that Harry had made the Room of Requirement prepare for her. "I'll get changed, then!"
Harry paced back and forth, trying to compose himself as he waited for Ginny to emerge from the stall. You would think that after directing Daphne Greengrass of all people to strut around before him in nothing but lingerie, he would be more than ready for this. But somehow, there was something about Ginny that made him feel like a nervous wreck.
As Ginny emerged from the stall, Harry's eyes widened in appreciation. Since this was going to be a Quidditch special, he had decided he needed some shots in her Gryffindor team uniform. However, since this was PlayWitch, after all, he had also decided to take a few... creative liberties with it.
And Ginny looked amazing.
Her shortened Gryffindor skirt was tiny, not even covering the bottom half of her ass cheeks, and the top was just as scandalous. With its deep neckline, Harry could see the top of her cleavage, and the way her nipples poked through the fabric was almost too much for him to handle. She must have missed the bra when changing, Harry thought, because the uniform was practically see-through.
Ginny strutted towards him, swaying her hips in a way that made Harry's head spin. "Well, what do you think, Harry?" she asked, twirling around. "Is this what you had in mind?"
Harry swallowed hard, watching as her skirt fluttered up, revealing a thong that dug deep into her pussy. The two of them had never actually consummated their relationship before Harry had to leave for the war and broke up with her, and now, after all this time, he was finally getting to see her in a whole new light. "Y-yes, Ginny, it's perfect," he said, trying to keep his cool.
Harry gestured towards the grass field he had prepared with the help of the Room of Requirement. It resembled an endless Quidditch pitch, with a set of hoops in the distance and a bright blue sky above as the backdrop.
Ginny gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the view. "This is incredible, Harry!" she exclaimed. "It's like we're outdoors!"
Harry laughed, nodding. "I figured it would make the perfect setting for our Quidditch special," he said, handing Ginny his Firebolt and a quaffle. "Now, should we get started with the cover shoot?"
Ginny nodded eagerly, taking the broom and the quaffle from Harry. "Of course, Harry!" she exclaimed. "Let's do this!"
Harry positioned Ginny in the middle of the grass field, the fake sun shining down on her as she posed with the quaffle in one hand and the broom in the other. Her long legs were spread out, her hips tilted, and her seductive smile was enough to make any man fall head over heels.
Harry snapped a few shots, feeling his heart race as he saw the way her nipples poked through her tight top. He couldn't help but imagine what she would look like if she opened another couple of buttons, her perfect tits on full display.
And then, his eyes drifted lower, down to her skirt. With her wide stance and tiny skirt, the hemline was so high up her ass that Harry felt his breath hitch as he saw the edge of her red thong. If only there was a gust of wind, he thought, feeling a surge of excitement as he imagined the skirt fluttering up.
And that was the blessing and the curse of the Room of Requirement - it was so intuitive that sometimes, Harry found himself accidentally conjuring things he never intended to.
Before he knew it, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, fluttering Ginny's skirt up. Harry watched in shock, his breath hitching as her red thong came into view. He could see the outline of her lips, the way the fabric dug deep into her pussy, and he felt his cheeks flush.
Ginny gasped as the cool wind caressed her bare skin. "I guess that's one way to get the shot," she said, giggling as she looked at Harry.
Harry blushed, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Ginny," he stammered. "I didn't mean to do that."
Ginny shrugged. "No harm done, Harry. I'm not shy about it, you know," she said. "I came here to show off my body, after all!"
He had her ride the Firebolt next, positioning her so that she was leaning forward, her amazing ass on full display as she flew in the air. Harry couldn't help but snap a few shots from below, getting a good view up her skirt.
And then, it was time for the lingerie shots.
Harry waited anxiously as Ginny disappeared behind the changing screen, feeling his heart race as he listened to the rustle of fabric.
After what had felt like an eternity to Harry, she emerged, wearing the red lace bra and thong he had picked out for her. This was the first time he was seeing her in lingerie, and he felt a surge of excitement as he watched her twirl around.
"So, what do you think?" Ginny asked, batting her eyelashes at Harry.
Her tits were perfect, firm and perky, and the way they spilled out of the lace bra was almost too much for him to handle. And her thong was even more scandalous, the way it only covered the bare essentials of her pussy, letting her lips breathe freely on either side.
Harry had to swallow hard. "You look... incredible, Ginny," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ginny giggled, showing off her assets as she approached Harry. "Why, thank you, Harry," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Now, how do you want me to pose for the next shots?"
Harry felt a surge of excitement as he watched her approach, but he had to hold himself together. After all, he was the professional here, and he couldn't let himself get carried away.
"Well, Ginny, I'd like you to lean over the couch for this next one," he said, guiding her towards the couch he had made with the Room's help while he was waiting. "And then, you'll look back at the camera, like this," he added, leaning her over the couch so that her ass was sticking out.
Ginny giggled. "I see," she said, winking at Harry as she spread her legs wide, letting him get a good view of her ass.
Harry swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool. "That's... great, Ginny," he said, feeling his heart race as he took a shot of her. "Now, try to move your hips a bit, as if you're teasing the camera."
Ginny followed his instructions, moving her hips in a way that made Harry want to just whip out his cock and take her right then and there. "Is this what you had in mind, Harry?" she asked, looking back at the camera. "Do I look slutty enough for you?"
Harry swallowed hard, feeling a surge of excitement as he watched her. "Yes, Ginny. That's... perfect," he said, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers.
He spent another minute snapping shots of Ginny, trying to extend the photo shoot as long as he could without making it seem too suspicious. But this was the last scene, and he had to face the inevitable.
"I think that's enough, Ginny," he said, putting down his camera. "We've got all the shots we need. This is going to be one hell of a cover!"
Ginny pouted, sticking out her bottom lip in a way that made Harry's heart skip a beat. "Aww, come on, Harry. You know that's not enough," she said, approaching him. "Your readers are going to expect even greater shots in the second issue. You want to keep them happy, don't you?"
Harry blushed, feeling a surge of excitement as he watched her. "Well... I suppose you're right," he said, trying to keep his cool. "Did you have anything particular in mind?"
Ginny smiled, squeezing her tits together. "Then, how about you take some shots of these?" she asked, winking at him. "Don't you think they deserve a little attention?"
Harry swallowed hard, feeling his heart race. There was nothing he wanted to do more at that moment than to agree to her offer, but he had to keep his professionalism. "Ginny, this wasn't part of the deal," he said. "You explicitly drew the line at lingerie shots when you signed up for this, not..."
Ginny shrugged. "I know, Harry. But I've changed my mind," she said, her hands already working on her bra. "When I reached out, PlayWitch was just this pervy little magazine that I could make a bit of extra cash from. But after seeing the man behind the curtain... I feel a lot more safe here than I thought I would. And I trust you, Harry. I know you're not going to do anything that would hurt me."
Harry felt a bit bad that he wasn't paying any attention to her speech, but he had his reasons. Because as Ginny was talking, she had dropped her bra, letting her perfect, perky tits bounce free.
And Ginny's tits were perfect. Firm, perky, and just the right size for his hands. They were the perfect embodiment of her personality - soft, inviting, and just a little bit mischievous. They bounced freely as she approached him, her nipples already hardening under his gaze.
Harry swallowed hard. "Ginny, I... I don't know about this," he stammered, feeling his professionalism crumbling.
Ginny pouted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, Harry. I promise it'll be fun," she said, giggling as she approached him. "And if it makes you feel any better, you can pay me another 5 Galleons for the honour!"
Harry hesitated, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. She was right - paying her an extra 5 Galleons would make this feel less like he was taking advantage of her and more like he was just paying her for her work.
And besides, now that her breasts were out, he couldn't bring himself to ask her to put them away. He was only human, after all.
"Well, I suppose I could make an exception just this once," he said, feeling his heart race as Ginny stood before him.
Ginny smiled. "Great!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck, pushing her tits against his chest. "Then, let's make this the best cover yet!"
And then, Ginny's fingers were at the waistband of her thong, slowly pulling it down her legs. Harry watched in awe, feeling his heart race as he saw her pussy come into view. She was completely bare, her lips plump and inviting, and the way they glistened under the fake sun made Harry's mouth water.
"Ginny! What are you doing?!" Harry exclaimed, despite his better judgement to stay silent, his eyes widening in shock.
Ginny shrugged. "What? We did just agree on a nude shot, did we not?" she asked innocently. "You didn't think I was just going to stand here with my tits out, did you?"
Harry blushed, feeling his cheeks flush as he watched her. "Well, I... I guess I didn't think that far," he admitted.
Harry couldn't help but notice that Ginny's eyes had drifted downwards, to the outline of his cock straining his trousers. He felt his face flush, knowing that she could see it, but he couldn't help it.
Ginny giggled. "And besides, you seem to be enjoying it," she said, winking at him.
Harry blushed, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Well, it's not every day that I get to see a sexy little minx like you, running around naked, Ginny," he said, laughing nervously.
Ginny laughed. "Well, then I guess you're just going to have to make the best of it," she said, winking at him.
Harry felt his heart race as he watched Ginny position herself on the couch, one leg up on the cushion and her legs spread wide open. He couldn't help but notice that her pussy was already glistening with arousal, and the way she squeezed her tits together made his cock throb.
CLICK! Harry's camera went off, capturing the perfect shot of Ginny's smoking body. He couldn't help but feel like he had struck gold with this one - it was the perfect mix of softness, sexiness, and playfulness, all in one shot.
"Fuck, Ginny. You're so fucking hot," Harry said, feeling his cock strain in his trousers.
Ginny giggled, spreading her legs wider. "Well, if you think that's hot, wait till you see this," she said, winking at him as she started gently playing with her pussy, teasing it with her fingers.
Harry couldn't believe the sight before him. Ginny had always been confident, but the seductive way she played with her pussy, the way her lips glistened under her fingertips, was enough to drive him wild.
It was like she was a whole new person, and the way she moaned his name as she fingered herself, teasing him with her body, knowing that she was oh so tantalisingly close, yet still out of arms reach, only made him want her more.
"Mmm... Harry... I'm so close," Ginny moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "I'm going to come, Harry...!"
CLICK! Harry's camera caught the perfect shot of Ginny's orgasm, her face flushed with pleasure and her body trembling with ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck... Harry...!" Ginny squealed, her eyes rolling back as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Harry had to grab his own cock through his trousers to stop himself from bursting as he watched Ginny come, feeling his balls tighten with the need to release.
As much as he had wanted to extend the photo shoot, he also had an urgent need to get Ginny out of the room as quickly as possible, before his cock took control of his reason.
Ginny panted, her chest heaving with excitement as she sat up, a wicked smile on her face. "Well, that was one hell of a shoot, Harry," she said, bringing her hand to her lips, licking her fingers clean.
Harry groaned at the display. "Fuck, Ginny... I need to wrap up here," he whined.
Ginny giggled, getting up from the couch and walking over to him, her juices running down one of her legs. "Thanks for the great shoot, Harry," she said, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. "A shame you don't do more than nude shots. I would have loved to try out that big, fat cock of yours!" she added, giving his aching erection a playful squeeze. "But I'm sure I'll see you around," she said, winking at him before turning around and walking off to get dressed.
Harry watched Ginny leave, his eyes fixed on her tight little ass bouncing with each step she took. It was all he could do to keep his mind on the task at hand, and not just follow her into the changing room and take her right there and then.
But he had to be happy with what he got - after all, Ginny Weasley had just given him the most erotic and sensual view of his life. And he was certain that the second issue of PlayWitch was going to be one hell of a success.
The only problem now was, to top this for the third issue, he had to somehow entice the witches of Hogwarts into doing something even more outrageous and scandalous. And that would bring with it a heap of other problems, like how he was supposed to keep his cock in his trousers while he was around these sexy and seductive witches.
Unless, of course, the little something that would take the third issue to even greater heights involved letting the witches of Hogwarts have a taste of the monster he kept hidden between his legs...
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