[HP Translation] Ginny's Punishment

Ginny stood in front of a large window facing the lake on the Hogwarts grounds.

The moonlight shone down on the grounds, coating everything with its brilliance.

Ginny loved nights like this.

Everything seemed so peaceful, so perfect.

On nights like this, Ginny could pretend life was normal.Like her family's worst problem is keeping everyone together for the holidays, and her worst problem is getting through her sixth year at Hogwarts and finding a way to put Harry Potter down.

Unfortunately, when the sun came up, her vision was gone.

The reality crushed her mercilessly, and the depression she had tried so hard to suppress at night showed its ugly head again.

The reality is, her family lost their home a year ago in a Death Eater raid: .

The reality is that her family are fighting for their lives as soon as they step out of Grimmauld Place, their new home.

The reality is, the boy she loves is fighting for his life with her brother and her best female friend.

The reality is, Hogwarts is ruled by Voldemort.

Yes, the most painful truth she had to face was that the new principal, the one she trusted with her life, turned out to be a traitor.

It had hurt her more than Harry had broken her heart last summer.

Not that Snape was her favorite teacher, or that she liked him.

But Ginny had always felt like a kindred spirit with Snape.

After she was controlled by the diaries in first grade, her family tried to pretend that didn't happen.

They act as if life is normal—all of them are.

Every time she brought it up, everyone patted her on the head and told her not to worry about Tom Riddle anymore.

When she returned to school for her second year, she felt as if she had been eaten away from the inside by the need to vent her anger, frustration, fear, and shame.

It was Snape who put her in confinement and forced her to write down her experience in the secret room. Snape just touched her shoulder lightly as comfort, and Snape just helped her get out of it.

Snape, the hard-tongued dark-haired man who knew what it was like to be held in the dark, was the man she had fought against Hermione, Ron and Harry more than once.

Now, it was Snape who had killed Albus Dumbledore, and whenever she tried to see that the man was indeed her savior four years earlier, his eyes were emotionless.

Now, Ginny stood in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, defiantly watching the new curfew, hoping for anything that would make his eyes shine again.

Ginny snorted loudly.

Then maybe she had liked Snape, and harbored certain feelings for him.

Maybe he was and still was her favorite teacher, making her giggle when he bullied incompetent students in class.

Because she'd seen Remus Lupine take his Wolfsbane potion every full moon, and he sent her and her friends to be locked up with Hagrid instead of those dreaded Carrows he'd been using all the time. Albus Dumbledore's portrait was in his office near his desk, so perhaps she hoped that Snape's killing of Dumbledore was part of a larger plan she didn't understand.

"Out after curfew, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny closed her eyes; felt hot breath against her ears.She recognized this voice everywhere she went, and sometimes heard it in her dreams.

"I can't sleep, I need some air," Ginny said softly.

"That's what the common room is for. The corridors are for walking during the day," he said softly, as if he were speaking to a freshman.

"Maybe I don't want to look at the common room tonight."

Ginny could feel his body against her back.

"It is too risky for you to come here tonight, Miss Fungsley."

Ginny couldn't stop the tiny shudder of pleasure that ran down her spine.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take."

She heard him mutter under his breath.

Suddenly, her hand was frozen on the window in front of her.

"I hope you are ready to face the consequences of your adventure."

More magic around them to see them - a silence spell, a "can't see me" spell,

And a contraceptive spell.

"One last chance, Weasley, go back to your room one by one, drink a sleep potion, and get some sleep," he whispered in her ear, putting his hand on her hip.

Only then did Ginny remember that she was wearing a thin white cotton nightdress under a ragged gray gown.

Ginny felt as if butterflies were fluttering in her stomach.

God, how she wished she had the strength to tell him to fuck off.

But his hands, his body, his warmth, his smell.

Ginny closed her eyes, letting his scent surround her senses.

It has a unique taste like herbs and mint.

Her normally dormant desires suddenly came back to life.

Strong enough to enslave her.

She couldn't say no to him.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," she whispered again.

Ginny felt rather than heard a growl running through him.

"Okay then." He replied softly.

It was magic again, and this time, her robe and panties were gone.

His lips gently caressed her neck, and his elegant hands lifted her nightgown.

Ginny moaned as he ran his hands up her hips, up the sides of her stomach, and over her good-sized breasts.

Warmth built up in her belly as he gently caressed her breasts and kneaded her erect nipples.

His mouth and teeth continued to gnaw at her neck, as if he was addicted to her smell.

After a series of caresses and touches, he moved away.

She could feel him groping behind her.

Finally, the warmth returned, not just in her buttocks, but in her entrance as well.

Ginny felt her whole body flush with anticipation.

"Weasley," he whispered, rubbing the tip of his desire to see her wet.

"Please." Ginny whimpered.

He entered her body, through the tightness, through the barriers of her purity.

Ginny frowned as he tore her hymen, the only evidence of her pain being a single tear running down her pale, freckled cheek.

She could hear him cursing all over her as he was fully inside her.

He rested his head on her shoulder, and together they waited for the stabbing pain inside her to fade into a slow jerk.

Eventually, the pain went away.

Ginny glanced back at her ass, showing that she was ready for more.

He began to move gently inside her, gripping her hips tightly.

The sensation of his thrusting was overwhelming.

At first, his hardness, she was quite surprised that something so soft could become so hard in an instant.

Second, where his hardness touches.As she bent slightly, the tip of his desire hit the pleasurable spot inside her, causing her inner muscles to press firmly against their will.

Third, mind-numbing pleasure!

Her knees went limp with every thrust, every caress inside her.

The moment she opened her mouth to breathe, the wave of pleasure would snatch her breath away.

Ginny was so overwhelmed that she felt her body stop.

"Professor! Please stop," she begged as he continued to occupy her body.

"Why?" he asked, his rhythm not slowing down.

"Because, I feel like I have to go to the bathroom," said Ginny, her whole body flushed with embarrassment.

He didn't stop as she thought, he rushed in, and entered more rudely.

The pleasure in his cock and the need to pee grew stronger.

Ginny tried to stop him, but with her hands glued to the window and her ass firmly in his hands, she had no choice but to wait for him to finish, or for her to piss on him.

The pleasure in the bladder grew even stronger, and tears welled up in his eyes.

She was about to piss on him, and there was nothing she could do.

Eventually, Yu Shuo reached a critical point.

Instead, instead of an eruption of her bladder as she thought, a searing white ball of ecstasy ripped through her body.

She screamed, pleasure eating at her, tears streaming down her eyes, her cock glaring at him violently, her juice spraying his thighs.

As Ginny was immersed in a sea of ​​ecstasy, she could hear him roaring, unleashed inside her.

When it was all over, he lifted the spell from her hands, returned her robes (but no panties, much to her surprise), and cleaned her of their fluids.

When she looked into his eyes, she found a spark she hadn't seen in him for a long time, that made her feel it was worth giving him her body and her purity.