Powerful

They were able to make it down in time to eat lunch, with Ginny following Harry by about ten minutes as she applied cosmetic charms and dressed herself up to 'make herself look presentable'.

Harry approached the table, noting that his usual spot had been saved- Ron and Hermione sitting across, Demelza to his side with a spot to his left for Ginny. Katie and the other seventh years were congregated near them, and Katie ribbed him about sleeping in with a smile on her face that told him she had an idea of why he and Ginny had slept in.

"Blimey, let a bloke have a lie in." Ron complained. "It's a Saturday after all!"

Hermione was analyzing Harry intently. No doubt she was trying to figure out exactly what had happened to he and Ginny last night and the nature of their bond. Demelza casually brushed her leg against his, smiling innocently up at him. After that masturbation session, Harry wasn't particularly affected by this display, he was satisfied for the time being.

I can fix that. Ginny chimed, summoning a memory from last week, when she had caught him masturbating in bed. Mmmmmm, she moaned mentally that was so hot. And yeah, Harry was hard again.

It was ridiculous that she had this effect on him. He couldn't send her from zero to sixty like that because, well…

That's my secret, Harry. I'm always horny.

Demelza had glanced downward into Harry's lap and gave a smile of satisfaction, leaving her leg resting against his. Hermione was pinning him with a calculated gaze. Harry felt the need to break the tension.

"So what are you guys planning on doing today?" He asked the table at large.

"I'm hanging out with Hannah." Neville said with a blush. Ron chuckled "Good on you mate!" and offered a fist bump.

"I was hoping that you'd be up for going through our play again." Demelza said softly.

"Err..."

"I think we need to get some studying done together, Harry." Hermione added.

"Errr…" Ginny?

Whaa? Ginny fumbled. Her mind had been on the sensations coming from his cock and not the conversation around him, and he had to briefly catch her up.

She could see why he was hesitant. They were still getting used to their connection, and it would be nice to take time as a couple and really explore each other. We can still do that today, luv.

And to be honest, given their track record a meeting with Hermione was likely to end up with the two of them snogging- which Ginny was eager to experience from Harry's perspective. And Demelza- well Ginny wasn't sure what she had planned, but she was certainly going to find a way to take it further than last time- since she now had Ginny's blessing.

Do it.

"Sure." Harry agreed. "Sounds like a plan."

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Ginny was, of course, right about Demelza's intentions. The girl had pressed her ass right into Harry's crotch when she mounted the broom, and had taken every opportunity to grind up against him since then. They had decided to just fly around the deserted quidditch pitch for now, so they weren't at risk of being discovered. Even if someone did walk in, they'd have a hard time telling that something untoward was happening.

Ginny had holed herself into a dark corner of the common room with Hermione, ostensibly to study. Her friend observed Ginny's cheeks and neck flush red, and her breathing become ragged. Hermione discretely cast a notice-me-not charm and muffiato "Are you alright?" She asked.

"Yes!" Ginny squeaked, trying to focus, even though Harry's penis felt so good and was so demanding of her attention.

"Alright, spill!" She pressed "What's going on? You're going to have to tell me everything sooner or later. Are you guys talking to each other right now?"

"Later." Ginny said flatly. Hermione frowned thoughtfully, continuing to observe the redhead.

Harry, a tad boldly, cupped one of Demelza's breasts. He firmly rubbed the tender orb through her T-shirt and bra for a few moments, enjoying its supple softness and the way it made Demelza shudder. His hand moved to return to a politer position at Demelza's hip, but at Ginny's suggestion it took a slight detour- trailing down her stomach, past her waist, and onto her inner thigh. Her breath hitched and she stiffened suddenly at the intimate contact, the movement jerked the broom downward, sending the two of them into a collision course with the ground.

Harry acted reflexively, braking while pulling back up. Instead of crashing into the ground, they skidded slightly as they landed.

Okay, that wasn't the best idea. Harry thought, eliciting a mental giggle from Ginny. Smooth moves Potter. She teased.

"You alright?" He asked Demelza, who blushed and looked downwards.

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry." Harry was about to protest that he was at as much fault as she was, but she continued with a mischievous glint in her eyes "Is there something I can do to make it up to you, Captain?"

Ginny's mind was racing, what should Harry's next move be? Demelza's books. She realized. She had a huge variety of erotica stored under her bed, but by far the bulk of it fell into a few categories- the schoolgirl seduced by her handsome teacher, the mysterious and powerful wizard that overturned a young witch's life and demanded submission, the handmaiden seduced by a lord or prince. I think you need to let her know who's in charge, Captain.

"You better be." Harry chastised, following Ginny's instructions. Shifting into 'quidditch captain' mode was surprisingly easy- he was with a teammate on the quidditch pitch with a broom, so perhaps that helped him out. "What would have happened if you pulled that stunt during a game? I'm not always going to be there to catch you."

"I'm sorry captain." Demelza apologized meekly "I'll do anything to make it up to you." Yet, there was a glint in her eyes that told him she was very much enjoying this.

"Anything?" Harry pressed "Are you sure about that? Anything I want?"

Their eyes captured each other's. "Of course, Captain." She practically purred. "How may I be of service to you?" Her tongue went to wet her lips, and Harry had to suppress a groan.

She was playing along, which meant Ginny was right. Of course I am, now ask her for a blowjob! Harry rebuffed the idea, it was more fun to drag this out- and he guessed that Demelza would be game for what he had in mind.

"Follow me." He told her firmly, and walked towards the changing rooms without checking to see if she followed him. She had, of course.

They entered the boy's changing rooms- two sets of wooden benches were flanked by lockers, off on the far end were shower stalls. "You want to tell me what happened out there?"

"I lost focus, Sir."

"Lost focus?" Harry pried, and Demelza nodded, a red tint on her cheeks. He hesitated for a moment, before Ginny enthusiastically approved the idea that had sprung in his head. "Spread your legs." He said calmly.

Demelza stared at him with wide eyes, she was surprised, and a little confused, but underneath that there was eagerness. "You heard me."

Silently, she shifted from her casual pose, placing her feet so that they were slightly further apart than her shoulders. She looked up at him expectantly, unsure of where he was going with this but very much anticipating it.

"You can still back out." He told her, but she shook her head minutely. That was all he needed to let go completely. Without further prompting, Harry firmly palmed her crotch- his hand massaging her slit through her panties and shorts. Demelza gasped sharply and her eyes looked as if they would pop out of her head as he did this, but Harry didn't stop there. After that initial grab, his hand dipped beneath her shorts and panties. Demelza whimpered pitifully as Harry entered her with two fingers, sinking them to the hilt within her.

Then he withdrew, displaying the two fingers that were now coated in her juices. "You lost focus." He repeated. He then placed them in his mouth, sucking her juices off of them. Demelza's body was shaking and her breathing was harsh and heavy, and when Harry sucked her arousal off of his fingers she couldn't help another whimper.

"It seems more like your focus was on your pussy, and not on your broom."

"Yes, captain."

"How often does this happen during practice?"

"It happens during every practice."

"And what are you thinking of when this happens?"

"You, captain."

"I see." Harry spoke in a calm and controlled manner, never raising his voice. "Do you masturbate?" He asked, even though he knew the answer already.

"Y-yes."

"What sort of schedule do you have?"

"S-schedule?"

Harry put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a forgiving smile "Yes. Seeing as how you are too horny to focus during practice, I need to know when and how often you masturbate in order to diagnose the problem."

"A couple of times a week." She admitted, ashamed "And after every quidditch practice."

Harry rubbed her shoulders. "Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's good that you understand what your body needs. That being said, it's pretty clear that you aren't masturbating nearly enough."

"Oh."

"I need you to masturbate each night before you go to sleep, and on the morning before each practice and before games. And since I'm the focus of your frustration, you should think of me during these sessions." Harry told her gently but firmly, kneeling down so that he was at eye level with her. "Hopefully that will be enough to keep your mind off of your pussy when we play. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Captain." Demelza affirmed.

"After practice each Monday, you'll update me on your progress, and we'll figure out if we need any additional measures." He added. "Understood?"

Demelza nodded ardently "Understood!"

"Good. Now off you go, I think Ginny might want to see me."

Demelza turned to leave, but Harry's voice stopped her. "Oh, and your safe word is treacle tart."

Demelza nearly squeaked at the sudden thrill that ran through her. Oh Godric, a safe word? The possibilities unfurled before her- the naughty, decadent possibilities. She was surprised when as she left the quidditch pitch, a very flushed Ginny passed her, in an awful hurry, it appeared, towards the changing rooms.

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Ginny wasn't sure what she told Hermione when she left the common room, but she no doubt saw right through it. The instant the two of them started walking to the changing rooms, Ginny knew she wouldn't be able to stay in the common room.

It was hard enough constantly being able to feel Harry's cock. When it was soft, it wasn't too difficult to ignore, but once it began to engorge it was nearly all she could focus on. She was amazed at how Harry functioned so easily with that thing between his legs, because she found it damn near impossible. It wasn't just that it was sensitive, her clit was actually more sensitive. The turn on of knowing that Harry, the object of her desires, was aroused had something to do with it, but wasn't the full story. It wasn't until she witnessed how Harry interacted with Demelza that she realized exactly why.

Harry almost seamlessly shifted into a separate frame of mind as they entered the changing rooms. It was staggering to see the shift in him, and titillating realizing that under Harry's humble exterior there had always been this commanding persona.

His cock was ragingly hard, animated by intense arousal, but also something more- power, dominance. It was like holding a wand, how it granted her confidence and a sense of power from the way the magic flowed through the wooden shaft, into her hands and through her body. His cock was a rod of pure masculine energy, aching desperately, demanding to penetrate, to take, and to fuck Demelza until she was a gibbering mess.

But even more staggering was the way that Harry not only withstood those urges, but used them as fuel. When Harry had stuck two fingers into her cunt, Ginny had thought (and hoped) that his cock was going to follow. But instead he had calmly, carefully wound Demelza up, commanded her, wrapped her around his finger as completely as her pussy just had been.

Harry may not have fucked her, but he certainly did dominate her.

Ginny barely acknowledged Demelza as they passed each other. When Demelza left, he had sat down and begun rubbing himself through his pants, and as Ginny made it onto the pitch, he had gotten his cock out and began stroking it slowly.

It was maddening, he wasn't seeking orgasm, just stroking leisurely. Occasionally he rubbed his thumb at the spot near the tip of his shaft, setting off sparks of pleasure. You god damn tease. She seethed.

You love it. He challenged, and he was right. He wouldn't be doing this if she didn't enjoy it, but fuck it was frustrating. When she finally made it to him, she didn't even bother to fully disrobe. Instead, she just pushed down her shorts and panties, letting them fall to her ankles, and leaned over the bench.

In an instant Harry's cock was at her wet and needy entrance, she looked back at him sensually. Fuck me.

From the first thrust, he was unrelenting. Ginny could feel how his muscles strained to drive himself into her repeatedly, how his cock speared into her forcefully with each thrust, how good and dominant it felt.

She came in just a few thrusts, and was dumbfounded when Harry didn't, and continued to fuck her. The way they were linked, it should have been impossible for him to not cum! Wha-what? H-h-how?

Harry chuckled, but didn't answer. Instead, he brought a hand around and began rubbing at her clit. The combined sensation of his cock, her pussy, and her clit sent her over the edge again.

It's okay Gin. Just let go and enjoy it. He told her. So she did.

A third orgasm rapidly followed the second, and then a fourth followed on top of that, until they seemed to blend into one prolonged orgasm. But it was more overwhelming than a merely constant orgasm, because it was a constant orgasm without release. Harry was still building up, so each time she came, she came down even more desperate than before. Her body was doing everything it could to try to sate this lust, but it couldn't. In its desperation to finish her body pummeled itself, following each orgasm up with an even more powerful one.

It felt like her mind was melting, like her body was going to tear itself apart for his cock. Her cunt was clutching erratically at him, as if it knew that he was the key to her release. The rest of her body had gone limp, jerking like a puppet on a string with each new wave of pleasure, but was otherwise unresponsive. Her head was resting against the bench and her mouth was slack, letting drool and a stream of ragged, breathy moans out.

Harry was getting close. The heat was rising, from the base to the tip of his shaft, his arousal was blooming into something raw and explosive. This only made Ginny's situation even more desperate. He was at the edge, but he held it back, letting it build up further, and Ginny was crying.

Please. She begged. Please cum. Please cum. She wasn't saying this to be naughty, or sexy, or to rile Harry up. This was desperation, pure and primal like nothing Ginny had never felt before. She needed him to cum more than she'd ever needed anything before- and he probably could have asked anything of her and she'd have agreed to it unhesitantly. Everything that she was, quidditch matches, mischief, schoolwork, fighting death eaters- her entire being- had been reduced to a quivering hole wrapped around Harry's raging, demanding, irresistible cock.

When Harry finally came, Ginny's world exploded. Her body tensed suddenly, her hands clenched around the wooden slats of the bench, her back arched almost painfully, thrusting her chest forward. She screamed until the breath had left her lungs, let in a wheezing breath, and then screamed again.

When the first wave of his orgasm passed, it was like the world was pulled out from under her. Her body was put on pause, waiting for that next hit. It all came rushing back with the next pulse from Harry, like a battering ram was trying to break down what was left of her psyche.

She wasn't sure how long his orgasm lasted, but when it finally ended, Ginny was left in a sea of bliss. Awash in pleasure, but none of the hunger, she let herself drift. Her body was trembling and her cunt was still twitching feebly around his cock. With each twitch another soft wave of satisfied pleasure washed over her.

Harry was holding her, she knew, stroking her hair, cuddling up to her, whispering loving words in her ear. He was sinking down too, joining her in her bliss. Harry. She daydreamed. Wonderful loving Harry. Kind Harry. Beautiful Harry.

Harry adjusted himself in her arms, and the motion jabbed his shaft into a sensitive spot deep within her. Her inner walls clenched around him more firmly, and the resulting wave of pleasure briefly submerged her. The next pulses were only somewhat weaker, and it took a while for things to settle back to where they were.

Harry, picking up on this, began to circle his fingers around her nipples. The stimulation seemed to keep her at that plateau, in that wonderful place she had discovered. And suddenly Harry was there too, she could feel his mental presence with her.

Hey Gin.

Harry. Luv. Love you.

Ginny didn't think she'd ever be over how he reacted to something as simple as 'I love you'. His awe, pure joy, and of course love in response to that honest statement was something she'd always treasure.

Oh Gin. I love you too. So much.

It was sometimes hard for her to handle just how strongly Harry loved. She quickly discovered that his selfless affection was not just reserved for her. It was incredible just experiencing the love he felt for Hermione. And Ron. Luna, Neville, her parents, her brothers. He cared deeply for nearly everyone who showed him kindness or loyalty- like the members of the D.A. and the quidditch team.

Eventually, Ginny found the presence of mind to ask. How did you do that? He immediately knew what she meant.

I noticed, we instinctively sometimes drew away from each other mentally. So I drew back from the physical part of our bond.

Why? Why not just let us cum together?

I wanted to give you as much pleasure as I possibly could. I wanted to fuck you like I knew you wanted to be. Did I go too far?

Instantly, Ginny knew the answer was no. As maddening as it had been, as powerless as she had been, it was also one of the most mind blowing experiences of her life (second only to her bonding with Harry not even a day ago).

She hadn't been dominated like this since Tom Riddle. But not even then, really. Tom Riddle may have had control of her body- but he hadn't been able to make Ginny give it over to him willingly, he hadn't been able to make her love it. Harry had had her mind, body, and soul in the palm of his hand. And, and it was freeing. Riddle had loomed over her for years in her mind, but not anymore. He had no power over her anymore, because she and Harry had taken what he had done to her- the loss of control, the domination- and turned it into something wonderful.