Chapter 30. Ginny and Violet.

'It is incredible to wake up in a bed with two witches... oh, there are three of them.' Lavender untied Padma at some point during the night.

[Status]

Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)

Race: Human-Demon Hybrid.

Title: Lustful. Mediocre magician.

Profession: Magician.

Mana (UL): 2200

Health: 100%

[Physical]

Speed: 24 (+: 200)

Strength: 22 (+: 200)

Reflexes: 31 (+: 200)

Endurance: 19 (+: 200)

Vitality: 27 (+: 200)

[Spirit]

Intelligence: 20 (+: 6,400)

Wisdom: 10 (+: 3,200)

Soul: 50 (+: 100)

[SP: 204,240]

It had been a while since he had checked his points. He had been withdrawing points from his passive income, adding up the individual encounters with each Lavender and Harley and the more than sixty thousand SP he earned last night. Those points were enough to buy 5 intelligence points. And there would be 5840 SP left over.

'Not a good investment,' he thought. Yesterday he got 2 points for Harley and Padma. 'I could have gotten more,' he lamented. He could have added 3 more points.

[Instant Recovery. Price: 350,000 SP], the price didn't seem so far off now.

Altair didn't complain too much as he headed for the shower the room created. The cold water would help his muscles recover faster. He may be much stronger than average, but those three women drained his balls and energy.

It had been hours. The girls could rest between each one, he didn't have that facility. His cock remained erect for hours. He didn't even know where the semen he shot came from. His balls didn't seem big enough to contain gallons of semen.

Altair heard someone enter the shower. His body almost trembled in expectation of a wild hyena pouncing on him.

"Alti," he heard her whisper.

'It's a hyena, damn it!' Altair looked at his blonde girlfriend, thinking the worst. 'My cock is on fire.' He didn't know if he would be able to get hard again.

"Here, drink it," the girl handed him a potion to relax his muscles. The girl made him drink directly from the bottle before saying goodbye with a short kiss and leaving him alone.

"Really?" Altair didn't know whether to feel happy or disappointed.

-

Ginny Weasley walked fearfully through the corridors of Hogwarts. Her lungs heaved as she took a familiar route through the castle. One good thing about being the sister of two troublemakers was that she had access to privileged information about hidden passageways.

Too bad this one had no exit.

"I'm sure I saw her around here. Mrs. Norris, that shameless woman, out after curfew and with her face smeared with cake icing." Ginny turned red when she heard this; she didn't even remember having a face full of cake icing. She used her hands to remove what she could.

'Damn you, Ronald!,' she swore at her brother. After all, it was his fault that she was in that situation. Altair's idea of revenge seemed more and more reasonable in her mind. 'No, Ron is an idiot but he's still your brother. You can't betray him like that', she scolded herself. 'But he deserves it', a little devil whispered in her ear. 'Besides, do you want to spend the rest of your life imagining what it's like to be fucked by that man?'

Mph! She moaned out loud at the thought. Her hand immediately covered her mouth.

"Did you hear that?" Filch asked his cat. "Maybe the cake made her sick."

'I don't want him to fuck me. I want to fuck him.' Her mind was at odds with her desires. But there was a common thread that brought her and the Ravenclaw boy together in the same bed, naked. 'I have to concentrate on getting to the common room.'

She remained in the same place for what seemed like hours, until she heard the squib leave the place.

She walked as quietly as possible to the portrait of the fat lady, put the tunic cap on her head before whispering the password "Snitch".

'There must be no one inside, there must be no one inside,' she prayed internally as the portrait opened, ignoring the curious gaze of the portrait.

"Well, look who we found, Gred."

"Is it who I think it is, Froege?"

"Looks like Gin-Gin has been breaking curfew," he said as he hugged her shoulders. "What's that smell?"

"Stand aside!," she shouted at them.

"I don't think so," one of the twins reached out to remove his hood. "Shit!" he groaned in pain as he fell to the floor clutching his crotch.

Ginny ran through the entire Gryffindor common room while her face matched her hair. In a corner she caught a glimpse of Ron and Charles. Her brother was flirting with a strangely receptive Fay Dunbar. The girl wasn't much, but neither was her brother. 'Maybe Harley will get what he wants,' she thought as she recalled her conversation with Altair.

Charles was trying hard not to drool while talking to a beautiful black-haired girl, Violet Black, Sirius Black's eldest daughter. 'Talking is saying too much', the girl was on her W-Phone while Charles was chattering away. She sometimes took photos with him to send to her father, it was her way of teasing him.

The redhead ignored the slight tightness in her chest as she watched them. 'It doesn't hurt as much as before.' The black-haired girl looked at her, probably feeling her eyes on her. Ginny quickly turned away as she went up to her shared room.

"Empty," she sighed with relief as she ran to the bathroom to wash.

Ron, Charles, at that moment their names brought more bad feelings than good.

"Maybe..." she said as the hot water started to fall.

"Was it Ginny?" In the common room, a clumsy Ron stopped flirting with Fay Dunbar as he watched a figure go up the stairs.

"Your little sister had a good night, Weasley," Violet said, interrupting Charles's talk about his new Firebolt. The red-haired Potter just laughed.

Ron simply shrugged, not understanding what she was referring to. "Everyone seems to be back, except Harley, I wanted to give her her present on Christmas Eve. My mother helped me buy it," he said tactlessly. The girl next to him looked at him angrily before leaving.

"She's not that stupid, then," Black muttered seeing the girl going away. "Harley must be somewhere in the castle, drooling over Altair." This time Ron looked at her angrily. Even so, he measured his words, not wanting to offend his friend's girlfriend.

"She got over that loser years ago. I made sure of that," he said, bragging a little.

"I wish I'd been at Hogwarts that year to see him waiting for my sister," Charles said as he took advantage of her laughter to hug Violet.

Charles was the youngest of the three Potters at the castle. Azalea and Harley were the older twins, while Charles and the late Harry were born the following year.

"She got over it and still won't even look at you... it must be sad to be you," the black-haired girl said without compassion. She dodged Potter's embrace like a cat running away from a human's caresses.

Charles didn't seem disappointed. She always played hard to get. The story of his father and mother showed him how women work. They want to be pursued.

"You have to be more proactive, Ron, girls like that," she said, looking directly into Violet's gray eyes.

The Black girl endured the urge to vomit as she looked away. 'I just wanted to make Dad angry, do I have to put up with it?', she considered ending her tantrum with her father and stopping talking to Potter. Forever.

"They also like handsome boys, and my dear cousin is... beautiful, I still can't see him but they say the scar makes him look more rugged and manly." The girl had nothing good to say about her cousin other than his looks. He was mediocre in all other respects, apart from, perhaps, theory.

"He's barely better than a squib," Charles said, trying to calm the animal roaring in his stomach.

"A real shame. I'd never be with someone weaker than me," she said, knowing that his LU was, for the moment, greater than Potter's.

Ron made retching sounds as he spoke. "You seem to forget he's your cousin."

"My Black blood wouldn't mind." She said, taking pleasure in Charles's irritated face. "Lavender seems satisfied. And from what I hear, Professor Evans-"

"Not my mother," Charles said, his voice a contained scream. "She hasn't sunk that low."

"Are you sure?' the girl kept pressing.

"My mother is still waiting for Dad to come back to her. He will when he gets tired of playing with his... concubines."

"It's been years. Your mother seems to have found a young stud," Charles looked at her angrily. 'Oh? That gesture is more interesting than the smug, stupid face you show when you flirt'.

"My mother is not a slut."

"Altair's dick is huge. You were there when Malfoy disappeared his pants. It's one of those rumors that never get old, your mo-"

"Enough!" Charles shouted as he ran to the Gryffindor dormitories.

'I expected him to hit me or threaten me in some way, not run like a little child', the Black thought boredly.

"Get out of here!" she ordered Ronald, who had his mouth open. 'A secondary character'.

The boy left as she began to think about her family. Her little sister would enter Hogwarts in the same year as her. By a magnificent coincidence they were 10 months apart and could attend the same year at Hogwarts. That magnificent coincidence was the libido of her parents. Who couldn't contain themselves after having her and her mother ended up pregnant while she was still breastfeeding.

'I hope they never fucked while she was feeding me', she thought with disgust.