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The Movie Guy's Sex Stories
Volume 4 - Harry Potter - The Immorality Cloak


    Draco coolly leaned against the wall of one of Hogwart's many stone 
corridors, his steely eyes daring any who passed to inquire why he was 
hanging out so near Gryffindor tower. He paid no need to the many feet 
scampering past, from the terrified first-years who had been warned of 
the Slytherin crowd to disparaged professors who feared crossing 
Lucious Malfoy by way of his son.

    But the wizard apprentice was not at all worried about the 
political intricacies he was born into, at least at this moment. He 
waited patiently for the early-morning crowd to die down, knowing once 
the breakfast throng has passed, he would be all alone to work what 
would possibly be his greatest magical feat.

    A last green-garbed girl quickened past, and Draco suddenly felt a 
mischievous urge rush through him. As soon as she passed far enough to 
lose sight of him, the sinister voyeur took a silver-gray garment from 
his robes, whisking it around his body with a flourish.

    Unsettled by the hissing-sound behind her, the pug-faced female 
turned, gasping in astonishment at the empty hallway which stared back. 
Aghast, she clasped a hand to her mouth, walking backwards until 
breaking into a hasty trot around the corner.

    With a slight snicker, Draco thought about pursuing her. He was in 
quite a randy mood, and Pansy Perkinson would have been more than happy 
to put out. She was one of the few that took her duties as a Slytherin 
female to heart, obliging any member of the Quidditch team that simply 
asked to shed her clothes.

    Truth be told, Pansy wasn't a bad lay at all. She performed with 
great enthusiasm whenever an eager male took her, wrapping her arms 
around each mate and moaning graciously until her smooth vice coaxed 
them to a delightful orgasm. She was indeed a jewel of Salazar's house, 
but even a Malfoy could not worm his way into as much use of her as he 
liked. He was, after all, still only a second-year - not even allowed 
to visit Hogsmeade yet, despite all the complaints his father had made 
to Headmaster Dumbledore!

    Draco had gotten to stick it to her on a few occasions, but for the 
most part the elder players had her young body all to themselves. On 
several occasions, he had watched from the common room as Marcus Flint 
led her and a group of upper classmen to the senior dormitory. The 
sounds of groaning and creaking bedsprings almost immediately drifted 
down the stairways, and the blonde magician had quickly learned to seek 
out his own relief.

    Being so low on the Hogwarts totem pole, he was relegated to 
rutting with that porker Bulstrode. Millicent was, if anything, always 
compliant, but mostly because she was too fat to attract any sincere 
partners and knew the only way she was going to get bedded was to take 
what she could get. Draco would rather have her, of course, than go to 
sleep unfulfilled, and took to plowing her from behind (the prude never 
wanted to watch) whenever Pansy was called for a special meeting with 
the Captain. And, as he always returned to the fireside before the 
others were finished, he had the added delight of watching her cross 
the commons to her own quarters, noticeably sweaty and fatigued.

***

    Shaking his head with a start, Draco suddenly realized he'd been 
daydreaming for at least five minutes. Being already late as it was, he 
sped off quickly in the direction of Gryffindor tower, being careful 
not to give away his position with undue noise. He could not believe 
he'd been so easily distracted, on the day that mudblood girl was to 
get her just desserts. 

    The priceless cloak billowed unseen behind him, a gift from his 
father. He had nearly begged for one after learning that his nemesis 
Harry Potter had already been enjoying invisibility for half a term, 
and the elder Malfoy seemed to take it as a personal challenge to 
provide his son with an equal footing. Lucius had no doubt acquired it 
by some illicit means, cautioning his boy with a simple but threatening 
"Don't get me caught..." He obviously had no qualms about the lot of 
immoral behavior now open to the cunning youngster, but worried what 
discovery of such a Dark tool might bring to the already suspicious 
family.

    This was the first time Draco had worn it outside of Slytherin 
House, after Crabbe and Goyle had repeatedly assured him he was indeed 
as untraceable as a shadow. He waited at the portrait of the Fat Lady 
for an interminable time, all the while feeling those aged eyes could 
somehow see through his magic.

    When an unwitting third-year spoke the password, he tiptoed behind 
quickly, sneaking in just as the golden frame snapped shut behind him. 
The Gryffindor common room was thankfully empty, for the young 
Slytherin was so flushed with victory that his thumping footsteps would 
surely have been noticed. Making a beeline straight for a staircase 
littered with red and gold-clad girls, he made his way downwards, 
knowing the four Houses were designed alike.

    As expected, he was soon tiptoeing through the female lavatory. 
But, instead of going left, (where he'd often taken Millicent for a 
quick shag in his own section) Draco went straight ahead, emerging 
undetected in the shower room.

    Just like in his own tower, the bathing area was in a peculiar L 
shape, wrapped around the bathroom. He stood in an open area with 
nozzles and faucets spaced at intervals on the walls, for those who 
were unabashed at the thought of stripping down in front of others. 
Around the corner, no doubt, were semi-enclosed stalls to be used by 
timid witches who were not yet ready for the communal experience 
Hogwarts encouraged.

    If his spy was correct, Hermione Granger would be found there.

    Belittling the timid Longbottom had taken some time, for demanding 
to know when the little brunette was showering would've raised a red 
flag even for someone as dense as Neville. Instead, he'd merely 
inquired as to when her first class one, with the impression that a 
nasty prank was about to be performed.

    No doubt she was right now planning how to turn the tables on him 
in Potions an hour later. Draco Malfoy was more clever than that, 
however, and had shown up much earlier in the hopes of intercepting her 
here. He was going to pay the filthy mudblood back for the outrageous 
insults of last year, hopefully infusing some sense into her with his 
pure seed.

    The sound of falling water grew stronger as he entered the secluded 
kiosks. He could tell by the intermittent splashing that someone was 
indeed at the far end washing up, ignorant of her imminent ravishing.

    But as Draco spun around, ready to absorb an eyeful of the nude 
sorceress, he was dumbfounded to find something entirely different than 
what he expected.

    Instead of the Granger girl, he ad stumbled upon Ginny Weasley, 
nude as the day she was born. Her thin red locks rested comfortably on 
her neck, looking a mere shade darker when wet. Draco's eyes wandered 
down her shimmering flesh, past the twin bumps not showing a trace of 
development, and down to the delicate vee between the redhead's legs.

    Ginny had a bar of soap in her hands, and was furiously rubbing it 
up and down her hairless mound with a look of pure glee on her cherubic 
face. The astonished Slytherin seeker almost doubted his eyes -- the 
youngest of the clan apparently had quite a healthy sex drive!

    She was well on her way to a good knee-buckler when Draco came on 
the scene to watch the petite girl perform her most private of acts. A 
pair of crimson red cunny-lips attested that Ginny had been pleasuring 
herself for quite awhile, and her legs were streaked with foamy bubbles 
from the furious diddling her slick twat was enduring.

    Back in the corner of the wall, legs spread wide for easy access, 
the tender spitfire slowly brought one of her hands to her flat chest 
to lazily massage the two bumps that would one day become a pair of 
magnificent breasts. Draco couldn't help noticing that the tiny nipples 
were already hard, looking extremely out of place on Ginny's 
underdeveloped body. The aroused female carried on, however, not at all 
knowing her lewd act was being observed.

    Rather close a perfectly exhibited climax now, she was moaning 
obstreperously, the carnal feelings flooding her head faster than could 
be processed. When Draco had come by, she was mewing quietly, her 
delicate pants muffled in case any Gryffindors disturbed this private 
activity.

    Now, however, she was in the full throes of furious masturbation, 
fearlessly expressing her guttural feelings. Ginny's onlooker was 
greatly impressed by the audacity of her enthusiastic wailing, 
especially since the tiled walls were no doubt carrying every sound 
clear to the stairway landing.

    Draco's cock had been crying out for release ever since he'd woken 
up, and the perverse scene going on was merely encouraging the corrupt 
youth to commit to his earlier plan, even if it meant despoiling a 
pureblood like himself. "Then again," he thought to himself. "The 
Weasley's aren't exactly a shining example of wizardry." 

    His mind made up, the aroused Slytherin could take no more and cast 
open the robes underneath his unseen cloak. Well prepared for this, he 
had not worn anything else, his excited shaft springing forth. Draco's 
only fear was that his quarry would not be dazed enough by the sudden 
sex to give him time to finish.

    Unable to tell what was going on, Ginny could only watch in 
amazement as an erect penis seemed to materialize out of thin air. She 
knew what it was immediately, of course. Mrs. Weasley had been sure to 
explain the differences between girls and boys to her only daughter, 
knowing what would eventually be going on. But these thoughts barely 
had time to register in the bewildered redhead's brain. With amazing 
force and speed, the apparated shaft lunged forward, heading straight 
for the slick box that would otherwise haven taken a genuine, amorous 
heart to open.

    Ginny had the sense of mind to get her tiny fingers out of her 
dripping slit, but no way to prevent Draco from taking what he wanted. 
When the bulbous head slipped past her defenses, the first-year grabbed 
the walls on each side, further entrenching herself in the corner of 
the stall.

    It happened so fast, she had only managed to take half a breath 
before he was all the way inside her passage, ripping through her hymen 
with careless indifference. Stupefied, she stood placidly for a second, 
gritting her teeth against the sudden stinging sensation. Focusing on 
the falling water, the freshly defiled maiden listened to the gentle 
cascade enveloping her body, and suddenly became aware of a different 
sound, much like a heavy rain soaking her Gryffindor vestments...

    Now that the human-like figure had entered her vestal temple, he 
was also standing under the showerhead. Ginny could make out the 
vaguest outline of his shape, approximately a head taller than she. His 
form was surrounded by a sprinkling halo, looking very much like the 
effects of a certain relic Ron had mentioned over the summer.

    "Harry...?" she asked tentatively, displaying remarkably quick wit. 
Ginny was still so foggy from her first penetration that the six inches 
of meat embedded in her tummy was no longer even registering, only the 
identity of her masked assailant.

    Draco lit up under his concealing garment, ecstatic at his good 
fortune. Not only would he be able to vigorously violate one of the 
prettiest purebloods to grace Hogwarts in a decade, but she would 
willfully accept it, thinking it was his arch-nemesis!

    In his aroused state, the devious blonde did not even remember that 
Ginny's family was probably poorer than every last prisoner in Azkaban, 
or that continuing down this road would insure he would never be able 
to enjoy her pleasures again once she found out she hadn't given her 
cherry to Harry. Her face was hesitant, waiting on edge for his answer, 
and Draco was no more able to deny her than any Weasley ever had.

    "Ginny..." he groaned as low as possible, hiding his distinctive 
voice. Her face instantly brightened as happy as he'd ever seen a 
woman, drops welling in her eyes that were not water.

    "Oh Harry!" she rasped, melting into the surrounding tiles. 
"Please... I've been waiting for this for *so* long!"

    Flashing an invisible grin, Draco went right ahead, pulling out 
long enough to let them both admire his blood-streaked member. 
Thankfully for Ginny, the slight delay had completely numbed the pain 
of her lost virginity, and the first stroke into her tight quim sent 
the little girl into rapture.

    With all the soap she'd been using to madly frig her sensitive 
clit, the lithe redhead had primed her snatch for an uncommonly 
comfortable first time. Though her invisible lover was still fighting 
to further open her unsullied vaginal walls with each thrust, the 
silken residue in her fleshy tunnel provided more than enough 
lubrication to satisfy both of them. Draco managed to stifle his grunts 
a bit, so as not to expose himself, but Ginny let loose as she'd never 
before, screaming in delight as her splayed form was racked by the most 
enjoyable of acts.

    "I'm so close already..." she cooed, only occasionally hazarding 
glances down at the odd sight below her waist. The thick shaft plunging 
into her fresh depths did look extremely odd, stabbing her from out of 
nowhere, but it was churning her loins in a most exquisite way that she 
couldn't bear to ask him to show himself, even though she'd wanted it 
more than anything in the world. .

    "Oh, yes..." Ginny cried, producing enough erotic conversation for 
her silent partner was well. "You can come here any time..." she 
babbled, bringing a hand to massage one of her young tits. "Anything 
you want..." Draco could tell she was nigh getting blown away by an 
orgasm, and amusedly watched her lose control.

    Her eyes closed and her other arm moved upwards, both small nubs 
now being ruthlessly poked by eager fingers. She started shivering 
uncontrollably at the climax took over her flushed frame, the loud 
pants merging together into one strained rasp.

    Draco smiled victoriously as he watched a rosy patch spread over 
Ginny's torso, knowing the young girl was coming right then, and 
reveled in the fact that he was the one doing it to her. After she came 
down from such fantastic heights, there was not much else but to 
exhaustedly wait for her pussy to finish servicing the pistoning rod 
inside her.

    Careful not to act on the impulse to reach out an caress his mate, 
the Melfoy heir erupted in Ginny's twat with an indocile holler, 
filling her vessel with his spunk. The replete youngster, however, was 
too absorbed in her own afterglow to realize that it could not have 
been Harry Potter making such an utterance, and that he would never 
share this pinnacle moment with her under the disguise of an 
invisibility cloak.

    Rather, Ginny was riveted to the biological miracle grinding forth 
in her lean nether regions. She couldn't believe that her foremost 
concern upon waking up was another Potions class with Snape, and now 
she was trying to deal with her maturing womb suddenly receiving a 
generous helping of the same stuff that made babies. Realizing it was 
too late to change the course now, though, she watched the process with 
due interest, resigned to whatever fate was about to be dealt.

    His cock bulging forth with each spurt, Draco too was watching his 
seed pass between their intertwined genitals, Ginny's fat lips bulging 
outwards each time he invaded her girlhood to spray more semen into her 
womb. With a final heave, he slammed into her up to the hilt, holding 
the ruby-capped female fast to the wall.

    Trembling from the experience, she allowed her lover to plug her 
throbbing hole for almost a minute before her legs gave out. Still 
panting, Ginny slid down the wall, her vagina sucking on Draco's tool 
until the last possible second, then graciously folding shut, relieved 
to be able to soak up the load of cum in peace.

    Now standing up over his conquest, Draco was reluctant to let the 
last pangs of arousal leave him. Ginny had collapsed into a seated 
position, her legs bent but still spread enough to reveal a naked cunt 
smeared and dripping with sperm. Her mouth was open, nearly inviting 
the opportunity to clean both of their juices from the softening shaft 
that had just explored her sex.

    Even after thieving the preteen's virginity, he could not resist 
one final trump, and eased his penis into her oral cavity. Depleted by 
her maiden screw, Ginny grabbed the base with her hand and imbibed 
half-heartedly, surprised to find it pulled away after only a short 
while. Tasting the strange liquid numbed her other senses as well, and 
it was some time before she came back to consciousness.

    "Harry?" she croaked, reaching out for what she hoped would be the 
smiling Potter, equally satiated. That would at least explain why she 
was coping with such an adult revelation on the shower floor, instead 
of a gracious man's arms. Her hands found only air, however, and panic 
quickly welled in her chest when she stood up, wildly feeling about for 
the person who had just taken her purity.

***

    Draco had left as soon as he had sampled her lips, a little 
disappointed that they were no match for her hairless box. He knew that 
staying any longer would only turn him on to more depraved acts, and he 
probably would've ended up fucking the youngest Weasley child all day, 
but there were tracks to cover.

    For one thing, he was now dripping wet from the watery interlude. 
His magical garb would still prevent the slew of Gryffindors wandering 
about from discovering his identity, but he would end up leaving a 
liquid trail straight to the Slytherin common room, and that kind of 
evidence was definitely not desirable.

    So, he exited the bathing area and locked himself inside one of the 
toilets, giggling delightedly when he peeked through the door jamb to 
find Ginny walking bow-leggedly past and unconsciously rubbing her 
crotch through the black robes. It took the better part of the day for 
him to dry off, mostly because he didn't dare remove the cloak and risk 
being caught. 

    Professor McGonagall would certainly slap him with detention for 
skipping a lesson, but Draco knew that Snape would be able to 
"convince" the other teachers to let him slide. Still, having it off 
with Ron's sister was well worth it, and the fact that she would never 
know who had violated her only made it sweeter.

    Of course, Ginny would be most reluctant to shower alone again, 
which would make having a go at her hot body all the more difficult. 
With luck, she would be too embarrassed to have been dishonored by what 
would probably be explained as a ghost attack by the professors to tell 
anybody what had happened.

    But she was never willing again. Each time he managed to get her 
alone, Ginny would wholeheartedly resist his invading dick, struggling 
so hard he practically had to hold the youngster down and rape her 
until her he finished. It was hard work, but somehow infinitely more 
satisfying than banging the same old Slytherin whores.

    And when he got tired of her, there were always others to surprise. 
He was still looking forward to giving Hermione a little taste of the 
Death Eaters' power...


7/27/03 - VGSS
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