*The wind blows by gently...

(NOTE/OOC: ADULT MATERIAL AHEAD! Offensive! DO NOT READ IF YOU DISLIKE ADULT MATERIAL. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)
...allowing the blades of grass being useless against it, swaying as though the wind is some kind of soothing music.

Yet, there is one patch which could not move, due to the simple fact that something is on it.

Something, to be exact.

Harry Potter.

Here he was, thinking what in the blue hell he's doing on a sunny day such as this. He, the boy who killed the Dark Lord, before pissing on his dead head, was doing nothing, instead of signing autographs and stuff. Ron and Hermioine are both enjoying themselves in Hogsmeade. Harry has decided to decline going with them, and they were both grateful (although they didn't say it), since they will have much more private time together.

So, here he was, counting the clouds, as the memories of the past few months floated into his minds like those weightless clouds.

After months of work, he had finally found and destroyed all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and tracked the dark lord to the place which everyone thought he won't be at: Hogwarts.

And so, after all the death eaters were driven insane by the reincarnation of Dumbledore, Harry, with his wand out, had to defeat Lord Voldemort, as the prophecy had said so. The main reason for this is because Dumbledore's image, which had driven everyone insane except for Lord Voldemort, had simply disappeared, as though it's timer is finally finished.

Even though it has been almost months since Harry had fought Lord Voldemort, he could still remember each and every word exchanged, each action...

"BWAHAHA. joo can't keel meh. I HAVE TEH POWER!" Lord Voldemort screamed.

Harry retorted "You mean your Horcruxes? I DESTROYED THEM, nub!"

"WTF! NO! YOU LIE!" Voldemort cried, a tinge of fear in his voice.

A second later, Voldemort knew that Harry Potter isn't lying.

"OMFG! YOU ARE RIGHT! OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG...!"

Harry sighed, before waving his wand at Lord Voldemort

"STFU, nub. Avada Kedavra."

"OMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMF..."

And hence, Voldemort died.

Harry smiled, as memories of him urinating on Voldemort's head came appeared in his brain. Better yet, it's because he killed Voldemort, was he able to increase the size of gold he had in his bank account, by the means of modeling and appearing on advertisments. These days, anything which has his face, his signature, or whatever that's associated to him on it's packaging was snapped off the shelves faster then it can be replaced. The Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, was of course, doing so well because he had personally did an advertisment for it. Spoken one too. The result was the masses buying things they won't even need, but they were there just to show their support for the "chosen one". The makers of the Chocolate Frogs released the special limited editions of "Harry Potter card", which was immediately snapped sold out within an hour. The black market has placed the value of a card at around 20 galleons. As for Harry's future, he probably would work as an auror, but he's still keeping his options open. While the prospects of working as a movie star does appeal to him, Harry will want to continue to fight against dark wizards. After all, it was those bastards who killed his parents. Or, he could be a seeker for a Premier League Quidditch team. Perhaps one of the best out there. After all, not only is he a good player, he will also bring money to clubs, as his shirt will, as people predicted, fly off the racks faster then they can be made. Harry smiled at the thought of the streets wearing a "23, POTTER" jersey. Already, the job offers were piling in daily by the owls.

Harry smiled as the sun began to set. Life, he thought, is definately good.
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(OOC: LAST CHANCE TO GET OUT. OFFENSIVE MATEIAL AHEAD!)

Harry had gone to bed after a rather dismissal dinner. The pork chops were excellent, but the simple fact that he's one of the few around, had made it so. Everyone else was in Hogsmeade, and thanks to him being able to destroy the dark lord, N.E.W.T students are allowed to stay overnight in Hogsmeade. The main reason for this was due to the danger being passed, and with more and more students being so drunk they could not go home, the headmistress, McGonagall, had given her permission to allow students to stay overnight in Hogsmeade.

With no one in his year in the common room, Harry decided that he would take the night off.

As he entered the bed room, Harry immediately sensed that something was wrong.

There's an evil presence in the room, a kind of feeling he got after so many duels with death. You don't win every duel, and not get some sort of feeling that something bad is nearby.

Harry reached into his robes for his wan-

"Petrificus Totalus!"

A perfect jet of red light blasted into his chest. As it was a perfectly performed spell, Harry's lib immediately locked themselves against his body. His body itself, fell like a stone onto the carpeted floor of his bedroom.

With the sound of a "click", Harry knew he was doomed. Some death eater must have escaped his wrath and is looking for revenge for his master. With the doors locked, and his friends not appearing till tomorrow morning, there is no one to save him.

Zipp...the sound of his zipper which holds his bottom half of his ropes more or less together being undone.

"What the," Harry thought, "a gay death eater? Someone who wants to rape poor Harry before he kills Harry?"

"Sicko"

Suddenly, Harry felt something was wrong. The scent, very much like that of a female, one which threatens to drown anyone in. The touch, a feminine touch, soft and threaten.

That red hair, fiery red hair.

Ginny.

The queen of kinkiness. Seeing how her lover was lying there, unable to move a muscle, must be terribily exciting for her.

Suddenly, Ginny's head appeared in Harry's view.

She was smiling. A wicked, yet playful smile that he had known to find joy in when he had dated her.

"I missed you, dear." Ginny's soft whispers reached Harry's ears. Harry, was of course, unable to respond, given the hex, nor did he had any intension to, as he was trying hard to remove the hex, a little skill which he did in order to escape a death eater who thought a hex was all that's necessary to keep Harry immobile.

Of course, during that time, Harry had plenty of time, as the Death Eater drank too much wine.

He don't have that time right now.

Ginny's mouth met his, which was still slightly open due to the surprise. Her tongue easily slipped in, and met Harry's, playing with the immobile muscle that was in Harry's mouth. Without giving time for Harry's senses to enjoy her tongue, Ginny's hands reached downwards, and began stroking his dick gently.

In spite of being hexed, and that he was being controlled, Harry could not help, but begin to feel a slight stirring in his groin. When was the last time he had one? Harry could not even remember, but he placed it somewhere when he was dating Ginny, days before the death of Dumbledore.

So, it's roughly two years ago. In his anger and grief, Harry's manhood had not erected, due to the simple fact that he had no time, and there isn't any sexual stimulation. Bellatrix is definately not a jerk-off material, especially when she's trying to kill you.

And here he is, being violated, manipulated, by a female, who casted a spell which was easy, yet effective.

Harry is enjoying it. Every last bit of it.

Ginny noticed that too, mainly in the form of Harry's erection.

"My oh my. What a slut you are, Harry." Ginny said wickedly.

Once again, Harry was unable to reply, but his efforts to remove the hex was slowly paying off. Feeling some sense back in his back, Harry moved to see if his counter-spell is working.

Unfortunately, he squirmed instead.

Ginny, who saw this totally, smiled. Her hands continuing to stroke Harry's dick, her frequency increasing and decreasing at random intervals, but done expertly so that Harry could not go too far ahead of himself.

Suddenly, she stopped, and brought her groin down onto his manhood, still covered in his underwear. He, on one hand is wearing some form of clothing.

Ginny isn't, as under the robes, was nothing.

Moving herself against the erection of Harry's dick, Ginny started to moaning, as her grinding speed began to increase. "Naughty Harry, feeling hard even though you are being raped." Ginny moaned, as she tried to control herself.

Unable to stop himself, Harry moaned. Ginny stopped, surprised.

"Not bad, not bad at all, able to break my hex in such a short time. You are, the Chosen One."

"But when you moan, it means you want more, yes..?"

Harry could have nodded his head, if he could. However, he can't. But, it does not matter, as Ginny stood up, and removed her robes slowly in Harry's full view, like a stripper teasing her toy.

The robes fell slowly to the floor, but Harry's eyes were not on them.

They were on the beautiful figure in front of him. Ginny's formerly white skin had a tan on it due to all that Quidditch matches and practices. Her curves were perfect, one which any woman, and man, would die to obtain. Her breasts were perfect, neither too big, nor were they too small.

Harry had just that two seconds to enjoy the full view of her body, before Ginny reached down to remove his pants. His dick, free from all bondage at last, stood up, erect, waiting, to be satisfied.

With a gleam in her eye, Ginny crouched and took Harry into her mouth. The softness of her tongue, added with the intensity of it's movements drove Harry mad. Worse still, the pressure was building up, and in the heat and wetness of that environment, Harry knew, he could not hold himself any longer.

"Gi-n-ny..." Harry moaned.

Ginny paused on what she was doing, before casting a quick contraceptive charm (OOC: Copied from LavanderBrown. But what else am I supposed to call it? Condom charm..?) with her want that was nearby.

Smiling, Ginny straddled him, her sex already wet, allowing penetration to be easy.

"Hmm..", Ginny moaned, as Harry's dick entered her, or Ginny allowing Harry to enter her, as she was the one on top. Her movements on Harry was slick, almost expertedly done, as Harry felt an insane amount of pleasure riding over him. His arms, somehow working once again, reached upwards and fondled Ginny's perfect breasts, drawing a long hard moan from the one riding Harry.

"Uh...I love you...Harry.." Ginny moaned, as she continued her relentless assault on Harry. Harry did not reply, for he simply could not, as the pleasure was too great. Both of their faces were screwed up, and they both knew they could not control themselves anymore. Harry's hand decided to go autopilot, as it moved from her breasts to Ginny's sex, increasing the pleasure on Ginny.

"Oh god...Harry...I'm Comi-" Ginny screamed, as her muscles tightened around Harry's dick, who shouted "Ginny!" at the same time, as waves of orgasmic pleasure rode over the both of them, sending both into a crazy frenzy.
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Harry woke up the next day on his bed, the curtains drawn around his bed. He tried remembering how he got there, when something stirred on his chest.

Ginny.

Naked.

Memories of the night before crashed onto him, just like those which he had defeated Voldemort did the day before. The events of th night before were hazy, but Harry could remember the two of them enjoying themselves with the pleasures of sex almost through the night. He did not manage to "punish" Ginny for her trick, but Harry felt that it was alright. He did enjoy it, although he knew he should not, and Ginny was always the dominating one.

Ah, Harry thought, as he stroked Ginny's red hair weakly, here is the guy who pissed on the dark lord, and all it takes to defeat him, is the one he loves. Heck, he actually enjoyed what happened yesterday night, even though he was used like a sex toy.

Men, are sometimes, so useless.

Especially when it comes to the subject of females...*