I chuckled softly at her overly-dramatic reaction. "Well, Ginny, I hate to say it-but you're the one who specifically asked me to fuck you until you couldn't walk straight, remember?" I teased, smirking playfully at her. "I'm just an innocent devil, doing my best to fulfill MY beautiful witch's heartfelt request."
She rolled her eyes dramatically, although the slight smile tugging at her lips gave her away. "Innocent my arse, Harry Sitri," she muttered, though the irritation in her voice was obviously exaggerated.
Then I registered what she'd actually said about her brother, and my playful mood dimmed somewhat. I released a sigh, settling back deeper into my soft pillows, and couldn't resist adding with clear sarcasm, "Oh, and as for Ron being back-yay. Fantastic news."
Yeah, I was thrilled...
Ginny's pout instantly deepened, a hint of genuine pleading in her eyes now. "Harry, please don't be like that," she said softly, her voice growing more sincere and gentle. "Look, I know you have every reason not to like Ron-especially since he, well, literally tried to kill you. But you have to remember, none of that was his fault."
Yeah, I knew that was true.
She paused, her voice becoming quieter, almost hesitant, as she met my gaze earnestly. "You've never actually had the chance to meet the real Ron, Harry. Before all of that awful business happened, he was always the sweetest, most loyal, and kind brother I could have asked for. He always stood up for me when the twins went too far, and he'd have done absolutely anything for his friends. I genuinely think that, given a chance, you two could actually become friends."
I arched an eyebrow at her, unconvinced but unable to ignore the sincerity in her eyes. After a moment, I released another sigh, offering her a small but genuine smile. "Alright, Gin. I suppose we'll see how it goes," I finally conceded, shrugging lightly. "But I have to admit, I'm not completely convinced he won't try to murder me again once he finds out I just deflowered his precious baby sister."
She immediately flushed a vibrant red, biting her lower lip in embarrassment as she shot me a scandalized look. "Harry! Merlin, must you phrase it like that?" she sputtered, blushing furiously.
"Well, it's the truth, isn't it?"
Ginny groaned again, hiding her face briefly behind her hands before she mustered enough resolve to attempt moving once more. With a stubborn look of determination, she turned shakily toward my bathroom door, one hand gripping the bed for support as she wobbled precariously. "I'm going to go use your shower now," she declared resolutely, tossing a pointed glare over her shoulder at me. "And no, Harry Sitri, you are definitely not allowed to join me, or we'll end up so late that my mum will start sending out search parties up here!"
I leaned back against my pillows, watching her carefully stumble toward the bathroom, her cute, cum-streaked bottom swaying enticingly with each shaky step. "Suit yourself, Ginny," I called after her playfully, folding my hands leisurely behind my head. "If you fall again, I'll be right here-happy to lend a helping hand."
She paused at the doorway, turning briefly to shoot me a mischievous yet exasperated look, clearly struggling to hide her amused grin. "You've helped quite enough already, Harry," she said dryly, even as a faint blush crept up her neck. Then she disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing firmly behind her.
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chapter 30
Chapter 30 (~13k words):
— Tom (diary) —
Diary Tom Riddle was growing more irritated by the day. It had been days-actually weeks-and his bloody basilisk had still not returned!
That treacherous serpent had slithered off into Merlin-knew-where, likely deep into the heart of the Forbidden Forest, feasting gluttonously upon that near-endless supply of giant spiders inhabiting the depths of those accursed woods. The thought rankled Tom's pride immensely. Imagine, a creature of Salazar Slytherin, his basilisk, abandoning its sacred duty simply to gorge itself upon Arachnids instead of mudbloods!
Disgraceful, utterly disgraceful.
Of course, Tom didn't know for certain this was what had happened. He was confined, after all, to the cursed limitations of his diary-bound existence. But it was the most reasonable hypothesis he could deduce under the circumstances. Had the basilisk somehow perished, the entire population of Hogwarts Castle would surely have been abuzz with terrified gossip. After all, a sixty-foot serpent carcass discovered anywhere near school grounds would hardly remain a secret.
The most galling part was that Tom couldn't even seek the basilisk himself. Trapped as he was inside his diary-Horcrux, his ability to influence events remained limited to possessing a single pathetic student. Even that possession had severe limitations-he could only hold the student's body under his complete control for a few scant hours per day, lest he accidentally kill the frail mortal form before the appropriate time.
Tom still required this weak fool to remain alive for the ritual that would ultimately return him to full life and power. As tempting as it might be to exhaust the imbecile's life force, Tom's long-term goals had to take priority over petty annoyance, no matter how satisfying it might feel to wring the very last shred of energy from the wretch's soul.
But now Tom faced another pressing problem, one that required immediate action. For the task at hand, he would need help, and-naturally-the only person capable of assisting someone as brilliant as Tom Marvolo Riddle was himself.
His possessed student trudged obediently up the silent, deserted staircases of Hogwarts Castle. Dinner was currently underway in the Great Hall, meaning most of the school's population was blissfully preoccupied. Exactly the opportunity Tom required. The student moved stiffly as Tom's consciousness fully dominated the poor mortal vessel.
Tom guided the student's feet along a familiar route, finally halting in front of an unremarkable expanse of stone wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy attempting to teach trolls to dance ballet.
His thrall paced deliberately in front of the wall three times, repeating clearly and with great focus in the student's borrowed mind exactly what Tom sought: a hidden chamber, the Room of Hidden Things, where Hogwarts' feeble house-elves routinely dumped decades' worth of lost and forgotten rubbish from its ungrateful student body.
It was precisely the sort of cluttered, neglected place Tom himself would have chosen to conceal a Horcrux, had the idea ever struck him in life. And it seemed his main-soul counterpart had thought precisely along these lines. Horcruxes possessed an innate magical resonance-an affinity to sense the presence of other soul fragments. Tom had felt the distant whisper of this particular Horcrux since that moronic Lucius Malfoy carelessly surrendered his diary inadvertently sending Tom back to Hogwarts Castle.
Now the room finally complied, materializing from thin air as a grand pair of ornate doors.
Tom directed his puppet to pull open the heavy, intricately carved doors and enter. The sight inside, despite his expectations, still managed to astonish even Tom. The enormous space stretched endlessly ahead of them, its towering shelves filled from floor to ceiling with countless discarded items, a chaotic landscape of clutter.
Tom sneered inwardly at the careless wastefulness. He had grown up as an orphan with nothing to his name after all.
His possessed vessel marched deeper inside the cluttered room, toward Tom's other soul fragment. The sensation grew stronger, becoming an almost palpable hum of dark, resonating magic. After several minutes of patient searching and careful stepping through heaps of detritus, Tom finally saw the item he sought, shining dully beneath decades of accumulated grime: Ravenclaw's lost diadem.
There it was-another piece of his soul...
The body he was possessing reached down and picked it up, bringing it up to their head. "You and I need to talk..."
— Harry —
Ginny and I finally managed to stumble into the Great Hall, noticeably late but thankfully not so much that we drew the undivided attention of the entire school. There were still a handful of other latecomers trailing in slowly behind us, each with their own sheepish expressions. I couldn't suppress the quiet snicker that escaped me as Ginny shot me a helpless pout, her freckled cheeks tinted faintly pink from embarrassment-or maybe exhaustion.
She was leaning heavily into me, her soft, petite frame pressed intimately against my side as she struggled to stay upright on wobbly, jelly-like legs. Every careful step was a challenge for her, and it was all because of how thoroughly I had shagged her earlier in my private room. It had seemed amusing at first, the idea of carrying her into the Great Hall like a princess-exactly as she had teasingly suggested. But, of course, with her parents here specifically for her brother Ron's return from St. Mungo's, that particular move would have been beyond suspicious.
Instead, we moved slowly but determinedly toward the Gryffindor table, Ginny's petite hand gripping tightly to my robes as I steadied her shaky form. As we drew nearer, Mrs. Weasley's gaze immediately found her daughter, her face lighting up with motherly enthusiasm. She waved energetically at Ginny, gesturing for her to hurry and join the family. Ron sat beside his mother, looking notably healthier and more alert than the last time I'd seen him, which, frankly, wasn't difficult given the circumstances.
Ginny sucked in a deep breath and put on a brave face, trying her very best to appear normal despite the obvious discomfort between her thighs. But as she took her first independent steps toward her family, her wobbling gait became all too apparent. Mrs. Weasley's expression shifted rapidly from excited greeting to narrowed-eyed suspicion, her brows drawing together into a familiar frown of parental skepticism.
"Ginny dear, are you alright?" Molly called loudly across the remaining distance, eyes squinting with growing suspicion as her daughter limped slightly closer. "Did you hurt yourself?"
"Oh no, Mum, I'm perfectly fine-" Ginny tried to assure her, though the strained note in her voice and blush deepening across her cheeks gave the game away entirely.
I couldn't resist the impulse to tease her a bit further, leaning forward and pressing an affectionate kiss against her flushed cheek. Ginny's eyes widened in startled embarrassment at my blatant display of affection, and Mrs. Weasley's suspicious expression intensified instantly, now positively glaring daggers of maternal distrust straight at me.
"Harry!" Ginny hissed softly, her blush flaring even brighter, clearly realizing I was deliberately making this worse for her.
I smirked down at her, thoroughly amused by the entire situation. She shot me another adorably outraged pout, clearly torn between exasperation and amusement at my behavior. She gingerly eased herself down onto the bench, wincing visibly at the uncomfortable soreness I knew she must be feeling. Her mother leaned in immediately, voice dropping into a fierce whisper as she began rapidly interrogating her daughter. Molly's face turned bright red as Ginny stammered, attempting weakly to deflect and minimize the reason behind her current state.
I let out a quiet chuckle at Ginny's predicament, feeling more than a little smug at the obvious evidence of our activities earlier. I moved a few spots further down, giving the Weasley family their space and hoping to avoid being drawn into an interrogation by Molly as well.
As soon as I settled down, I felt the comforting, familiar presence of Fleur and Gabrielle approaching from behind. A moment later, Fleur gracefully sank down to my left, Gabrielle quickly following suit on my right.
"Bonsoir, Harry," Fleur purred softly in my ear, her silky, French accent sending a subtle shiver down my spine. "You look rather pleased with yourself tonight."
Gabrielle giggled softly from my other side, leaning in close as she whispered, "That's because he was very busy earlier, wasn't he?"
I gave the younger Veela sister a knowing smirk, amused but unsurprised at Gabrielle's sharp perceptiveness. "Perhaps I was," I replied vaguely, though the smugness in my voice made the truth obvious enough.
Fleur and Gabrielle simultaneously leaned in and pressed gentle kisses to each of my cheeks, their soft lips lingering affectionately against my skin. The immediate murmurs and envious grumbles from several male students sitting nearby reached my ears, but I'd long since grown used to ignoring their obvious jealousy. Fleur and Gabrielle didn't even spare the observers a glance.
As the sisters settled comfortably beside me, Fleur sat elegantly on my left while Gabrielle nestled closer on my right. They shared a meaningful glance between them, and I sensed immediately that something important was on their minds.
"Harry, mon amour," Fleur began softly, lowering her voice to a quiet, intimate whisper. "Gabrielle and I had quite an eventful conversation with our parents this weekend."
Gabrielle leaned closer. "Oui, we finally spoke openly with Maman and Papa about our wish to join your peerage. It was, um, how do you say... very intense."
"And... how did your parents react?" I asked carefully, suddenly a bit worried. "Did they take the news alright?"
Fleur smiled fondly, tilting her head slightly as a soft chuckle escaped her. "Our maman-she was utterly delighted by ze very idea, of course. She fully understands what such a decision would mean for Gabrielle and myself. Especially once she learned zat one day we might ourselves become High-Class Devils. It seems she finds ze possibility of eternal youth and beauty quite irresistible."
I laughed quietly, nodding in understanding. "I can't exactly blame her. Eternally young and beautiful sounds pretty appealing to anyone."
Gabrielle's blue eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oui, zat is exactly what Maman said," she whispered. "In fact, she expressed clearly zat when zat happens, she wishes to become our servant in return. To join either Fleur's peerage or mine someday-if and when we achieve such an honor. She dreams already of ze immortal beauty and prestige zat comes wiz such a life."
The idea was amusing and oddly endearing, and I couldn't suppress my quiet smile. "Well, that's certainly ambitious of her. I can already tell your maman is someone I'll get along with perfectly."
