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works/40983.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Ginny_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Breathplay, Bondage, Fantasy
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-12-02 Words: 308
****** Daydreams ******
by flamewarrior
Summary
     Ginny gets an eyeful and her mind goes into overdrive.
She couldn't stop thinking about it. Ever since she'd seen them together in
that hidden alcove near the Ravenclaw dorm rooms, dark and pale pressed close
together, as close as they could get, they were all she could think about.
Her mind drifted in Charms, her eyes glazed over in Potions and during History
of Magic her head dropped to rest on her arms and she gave herself over
completely to her fantasies. At the end of those lessons she walked with a
fluid grace and swinging gait aided by the slide of wetness on her thighs,
dripping from her bare crotch.
The visions and sensations in her mind's eye are filthy, dirty, make her hot
with shame and arousal.
She sees herself, naked, lying back onto pale, bare skin, a hard cock pressing
against her arse-crack, strong arms pinning her arms down from the shoulder,
perfectly manicured hands holding her thighs apart while black hair waves over
her head, a hot cock in her cunt, tan hands around her throat, constricting her
breathing.
She sees herself, wearing just a school skirt and a bra, hair tied back, wrists
bound to her own thighs with leather straps, head held up by jeans-clad legs
beneath her shoulders, a pink cock fucking her mouth, a darker cock fucking her
arse, two sets of pink lips meeting, tongues tangling above her back when they
fill her up with their come.
She thinks about finding them, owling them, saying she's seen them, demanding
to have her fantasies fulfilled in payment for not telling, and she feels
filthier than ever. She thinks Harry's friendship should mean more to her than
that, to be risked, sacrificed for the sake of the heat rushing through her.
But she's tired of her own fingers, and she thinks that one day, one day soon,
she just might.
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