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Chapter 31
🕑 Added 2025-05-31 21:17:48 +0000 UTCThe Den
Harry stayed behind.
Ginny left with a final kiss and a wink, skirt twisted, hair a mess, still grinning like she’d just started a fire and couldn’t wait to watch it burn.
“Be back in a bit,” she’d said. “Don’t finish without me.”
He laughed, already half-sprawled on the sofa like he owned the place. Shirt discarded again. Jeans slung low on his hips. Skin still buzzing. The room smelled like sex and dust and something new — like this place had been waiting for someone to claim it properly.
And now it had a name.
The Den.
It was fitting, he thought. Their little escape. Harry knew this was a completely mad idea, but damn, was he looking forward to it.
He stood, stretched, then waved his wand lazily at the doorway. The wards flared, smooth and quiet, and a soft shimmer settled over the entrance. Almost invisible. He added a new one too, just for Ginny. A custom charm tied to their new golden rule.
“Vestimenta Solvenda,” he murmured, a grin tugging at his mouth.
From now on, anyone stepping through that door — unless Harry keyed them out of it — would feel their clothes vanish. Just while they were inside. They’d come back when they left. Simple.
By the time he heard footsteps, the charm was set, and the air in The Den felt charged. Ready.
Ginny came around the corner first, arm looped through Hermione’s. She looked smug. Triumphant. Like she already knew this was going to work. Behind her came Luna, barefoot of course, looking completely unbothered. Then Parvati and Padma, whispering to each other. Lavender was already giggling. Katie smirked like she’d figured it all out ahead of time. Cho looked cool and curious. Susan was bouncing slightly on her heels. Romilda looked straight at Harry like he was dessert.
Ginny leaned in as she passed and murmured, “Hannah’s on shift in the hospital wing. Couldn’t make it.”
Harry nodded once, then let his grin spread.
“Ladies.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Alright, Harry. What is this?”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Let him do his little speech. He’s been working on it.”
“I have not,” Harry said, hand on his chest. “I’m just naturally gifted.”
Lavender laughed. Parvati bit back a smile.
He gestured to the old tapestry behind him. “Behind here is a room most people don’t even know exists. It’s ours now. You’re here because we trust you. Because you’re fun. And because you might just be the sort of people who’d enjoy a little freedom in a castle full of rules.”
Luna tilted her head. “Oh, I definitely would.”
Harry grinned at her, then went on. “We call it The Den. It’s not a club. Not really. Just a place where the right people can hang out. Relax. And maybe a bit more.”
That earned a few raised eyebrows.
“Is it a sex club?” Romilda asked, smirking.
There were snorts. Some blushing.
“Oh, come on,” she added, laughing. “Let’s not pretend everyone here hasn’t shagged Harry.”
That got proper giggles. Even Hermione cracked a grin.
Ginny stepped beside him, voice low and amused. “Not officially,” she said, with a smirk that basically confirmed it. “It’s got one rule. And that’s no clothes.”
Harry nodded, trying to look serious. “Banned.”
Susan raised her brows. “Seriously?”
Hermione snorted. “That’s the rule?”
Harry shrugged. “It’s a bit of fun.”
“Merlin,” Susan muttered, but she was smiling. “This is madness.”
Lavender and the twins said in unison, “Madness sounds like a lot of fun.”
“Exactly,” Harry said.
He stepped aside, flicked his wand, and the tapestry shimmered, then vanished, revealing the hidden wooden door behind it.
“And before you ask,” he added, cheeky now, “yes. There’s a charm on the door. Let’s just say you’ll suddenly be a bit colder than before.”
“We can warm up fast,” Cho said, lifting a brow.
Katie stepped forward. “I kinda want to test it.”
“You’ll love it,” Ginny whispered.
Harry pulled the door open. The air inside was warm and golden.
“Welcome to The Den,” he said, with a wink. “Let’s have some fun.”
The others watched as Ginny walked through the door, and her robes vanished, leaving them with a perfect view of her peachy behind and bare back as she strolled in like it was nothing.
“Holy fuck, Weasley,” Cho muttered.
A sea of wolf whistles followed.
“Bet Harry loves that arse,” someone shouted.
The charm did its work. One by one, they stepped through — and every robe, blouse, skirt and bra flicked away like magic, although Harry was still resistant to the spell. Parvati squealed, then laughed. Padma looked stunned for all of three seconds before adjusting like she’d expected it. Luna didn’t blink. She just walked in, bare as anything, hair flowing behind her like a cloak.
Romilda strutted in like she was already trying to win something. Cho raised her brows, muttered “bloody hell,” and stepped through. Katie grinned like she’d done this before. Hermione walked through without blinking, completely calm, totally naked, not shy in the slightest.
Soon enough, there was a sea of beautiful naked women in the Den.
Inside, the place was already alive.
The sofas were deep and soft, spread out in circles. There were huge cushions in one corner, and a few low beds tucked near the back. Ginny was giving a quick tour, opening a drawer to show off the selection of toys available. Many of the girls were shocked by the sheer size of them, which made Ginny giggle a bit.
“If Harry’s not around,” she said, voice casual, “these might keep you busy. Had to charm them to be his size didn’t I?”
That got some proper laughs.
Harry leaned against the doorway, watching it all. His room. Their room. And it already felt like it had been there forever.
Ginny clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone. Relax. Get comfy. This isn’t a museum.”
Then she walked straight to Harry, dropped to her knees in front of him, and grinned up.
A few people paused. Some looked over. A couple even stopped mid-kiss.
She glanced around and raised her voice, still looking up at Harry.
“What?” she said. “You lot just gonna stare?”
He smirked, hand resting on the back of her neck. “Think you’ve got their attention.”
“Good,” she said, and undid his jeans.
There wasn’t much effort. The button popped, the zipper followed, and then she tugged them down just enough. He was already hard. Had been since the door opened, really. And now, with Ginny on her knees and half the room watching — well, it wasn’t getting easier.
She didn’t rush. Her hand wrapped around him, thumb swiping up over the tip of his throbbing cock, spreading the mess already there.
“Missed this,” she murmured.
“You had it half an hour ago,” Harry said, voice tight.
“I know,” she whispered, then kissed the head. “Still.”
She licked a slow line from the base up, flicked her tongue at the top, then wrapped her mouth around him like it was second nature.
And then there was nothing but her.
Her mouth moved slow at first, teasing, taking him inch by inch. Her eyes locked on his the entire time, smug and playful. Harry’s hand slid into her hair, gripping just tight enough to make her hum. That hum made him groan.
The room had gone quieter, and Ginny could see a few of the girls reaching down to finger themselves.
Harry’s head fell back for a second. He blinked at the ceiling. Then looked down again, breath stuttering.
“Fuck, Ginny.”
She didn’t stop. Just pushed deeper, one hand on his thigh now, the other stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Her lips were shiny, cheeks flushed, every motion slow but firm.
He shifted his hips slightly. She took it. His cock filled her thoat.
When she pulled back, it was slow. A pop at the end. A lick over her lips. Her eyes full of heat.
Then she went right back in, faster now. She bobbed up and down on his thick length over and over again, not a hint of a gag in sight.
His thighs tensed. His hand tightened in her hair. His other hand braced behind him on the sofa, knuckles white.
“Shit—”
Ginny moaned around him like she enjoyed the reaction, like this was all foreplay just for her.
Someone moaned behind them, clearly enjoying the view.
But Harry was barely paying attention. All he could feel was her mouth. Her hand. Her name in his throat.
By the time Ginny pulled off — lips red, breathing hard, spit on her chin — he was barely hanging on. She looked up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and grinned.
“Right,” she said, still on her knees. “Now that we’ve got things going...”
She looked over her shoulder.
“...why are the rest of you still just watching?”
