sick.

Plus I don't think Ginny would gag from a large blunt object shoved to the back of her throat

 

-Sigh- oh well, just trying to make a first impression.

 

I love your signature DIE GINNY DIE.

However make sure you read some of it.

Read Dumbledore's Office *Insert Word For Sexual Party*

 

Was just being careful... Didn't want you guys to get your panties in a bunch *snickers*

*runs away and hides behind gerbil*
*kills Ginny with death ray as peace offering*

 

TBH I was about to smack the shit out of you, but being it's in S&P i didnt =P

 

Read the orgy. I almost died laughing. Can I help write it?

 

Actually, it is almost complete... I just have to get off my ass and write the last scene (its about halfway done.)

However I am thinking over a new story which I need a co-writer for... PM me for details.

 

We never finished our story, Gio...Why?

 

Letter to Ginny:

Dear Misses Weasley,

For being such a whore and often associating with more then ten men at the same time as well as the use of several Animals in illegal practises we are proud to present you with an offer you can't refuse: A: Get raped by one H.Potter who then kills you. B: get raped by Lord Voldemort and then he kills you, or C: just die. This letter will selfdestruct after you'
ve read the last letter on this page...

See you in Hell Bitch,

Harry James Potter


only a moment after her eyes had grown wide the letter explodes talking with Ginny several other Gryffindors and leaving a grinning Harry Potter sitting on teh table calmly eating his steak like nothing happened. the only thing he said was:

"The bitch deserved to die..."

after that he stood up and went to class while beign followed by all the eyes of the students.

a savage grin was on his face as he looked at the man in front of him:

"I killed her like you asked. Actually it was fun to do since the whore has had her eye on me for some time. Thanks Tom."

the old wizard just smiled and said: "She carried the remnants of my Horcrux within her so i had to eliminate her and why not make her feel some anguish after it was done by the one she idolised?"

with a crack lord Voldemort disapparated from the place where he met Harry Potter, near the Shrieking Shack.

Harry looked at the place where his nemesis had been standing for a moment and said: "Burn in Hell bitch.."

 

Harry was sitting in his chair listening to some enchanted instraments playing confederate war songs, thinking about 'resurecting the old south with out that slavery nonesense' when Ginny came in, wearing a skanky blue dress.
"Harry! I found this dress in some of the old things that mum found from our reletives from Vermont! Isn't is...what are listen to?"
"THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN UNGRATEFUL YANKY" he shouted in a deep southern accent and stabbed her with a piece of the chair he was sitting in, killing her instantly. The music ended abruptly and his rubbed his head confusedly. "Wha...Damn subliminal messages." he dropped his impromptu weapon and left the room.

 

It was a cold and windy winter night and Harry was sitting in the common room supposedly "studing" with who else but Her-my-ninny Granger but in actual fact was enjoying flincking through the latest wicked witch issue, enjoying it so much that he didn't notice the hostile and Jealous gaze that was on him from the corner behind him 'I have to have him, his mine...all mine'.

Suddenly Ron comes up and leans over Harry's shoulder to investigate what had his friend smirking and why he wasn't being let in on the secret, and with an exclamation of naturally "bloody hell!" the filthy Mudblood leans over and see's why she was suddenly interrupted over her masterbation due reading a good book, "HARRY JAMES POTTER" always with the whole name, "what do you think your doing reading something so derogatory as that, why must you support women undressing for mens desires, they shouldn't have to do this...i must campain for womens rights in the wizarding world...", before the filth could gather more steam Harry decided to intervine and with a sharp CRACK! he had hit her across the face and onto the floor knocking out her two beaver like teeth.

Ron ever the love sick puppy rushes to her aid and helps her up, Mean while with everyone busy the Gutter slut known as Ginny Weasley took her chance and asked Harry to follow her out of the common room, "what do you want Ginny?" she was silent for a few seconds before she shuffled closer and wispered "you". Harry knew of her reputation and had heard some of the stories naturally vomited in her face before subjecting her to a bout of Cucio. But before the common room was opened due to the screams he had already body binded and levitated her around the corner and was heading for the Astronomy tower with thoughts that where naturally his own.

Entering he took her wand and with vindictive pleasure rambed it square up her loose pussy enlisiting a widening of painfilled eyes. releasing her of the body bind and subjecting her to another crucio he proceeded to tie her arms above her head and tangle her over the towers ledge. Looking down he spotted vicious spikes running along the wall about 10 feet below, with an evil laugh he began to play with her like a Yo-Yo..."you like that slut? mwahahaha how could you ever think to get me in the sack? foolish whore your a mistake, it's ashame that you managed to crawl out of the abotion bucket but are well least i've reduced the pest problem by one." and with that he left whisling the merry tune of another one bites the dust. Her dead body was found the next morning by the pedofiliac of a headmaster as he looked out of his window, a spike embeded from her now blood covered pussy to her filthy heart.

 

Harry was in his dormitory trying to get some sleep when he heard someone enter. He reached out for his glasses at the nightstand but was interrupted by a small whisper of "incarcerous", by the intruder. Ropes promptly exited the intruder's wand and bound him.

With another muttered incantation, Harry found himself sripped of his clothes with his attacker standing above him. He turned his head away from the nightstand and looked up only to see blurry images of red.

"Ginny!",he inferred.

She slowly stripped herself and lowered her vagina over his ivoluntarily inflating penis and started riding it.

He turned his head sideways and caught his wand from the nightstand with his teeth and pointed it towards his penis and through clenched teeth screamed,"Engorgio!".

The effect was instantaneous. His penis enlarged abnormally and grew to six feet long and five feet wide, promptly inpaled her whole body and sliced it into two parts. One fell limply to the left and the other to the right.

He quickly unbound himself with a "finite incantem" and used a blending spell to blend her to mush and burried her in Hagrid's garden. Then he went back to sleep.

Needless to say, all of Hagrid's crops failed that year.

~Fin~

 

Harry sat atop the Astronomy Tower, as he had done countless other times when he need some quiet time to think.

The topic for thought tonight was his difficulty with the Imperious Curse. His secret Dark Arts training was going incredibly well. He took to them like a shark to water, only he was far more deadly. But this one spell gave him the trouble. The other mind controlling and influencing spells he had no problems performing to their maximum effectiveness, but the Imperious…

Bellatrix told him his wand movements were perfect, his pronunciation just as good, but the execution of the spell escaped him. Bella had told him that you had to want it, to control another that is, and he did want it. After working out his frustrations on some pitiful muggle Harry left the Dark Manor, on his way out Bella told him that he needed proper motivation and to go back to Hogwarts, that she would figure something out.

He was angry with himself for what he considered an unforgivable failure, if you’ll forgive the horrible pun, and his anger was made greater by the fact that someone was coming up the stairs to intrude on his solitude.

He turned to see who would be foolish enough to bother him and to his not so great surprise it was Ginny Weasley.

After forcing his stomach to retain his dinner, as he had no desire to go to the kitchens and see Dobby, he said, in what he thought was an annoyed voice “What do you want Ginny.” There were a great many things he would have rather said to her, but unfortunately, he had to keep up appearances.

“Hello Harry, I thought you might like some company.” As she said this she removed the outer robe she was wearing and revealed that she was wearing nothing underneath.

Again Harry’s stomach tried to rebel, and again Harry was successful in reigning it in, though it was a very close thing this time. He closed his eyes and tried to picture a less disgusting image, but the horror that was the body of Ginny Weasley had burned itself into his mind, ensuring that he would need extensive Obliviating at some point in the near future. He reopened his eyes to see that she had moved closer to him and was attempting to sit in his lap. Harry wanted nothing more than to utter the Killing Curse, but that would cause the blood-traitor whore to fall on him, which was unacceptable and the various pain and torture curses he knew presented the same problem. Then it hit him.

He whipped out his wand and said “Imperio.” The nude redhead immediately stopped trying to sit on him, stood straight up, and stared blankly ahead.

Thrilled by his success, both at casting the Imperious Curse correctly for the first time and stopping that bint from sitting on him, he paused, and then got a wonderful idea.
As his plan solidified in his mind, a smirk of true and pure Evil grew on his lips. He Conjured a knife placed it on the cold flagstones at his feet and ordered Ginny to pick it up. As she did this he sent further orders to her and without hesitation, she obeyed. The coppery tang of blood filled his nostrils and he knew there was no going back. When she finished carving her skin Harry took time to admire his handiwork, cut into that disgusting, freckled skin were words that described her to perfection, whore, blood-traitor, stalker. “Perfect,” Harry muttered, and then he gave her another, final order, and watched in satisfaction as she flung herself off the tower and, with a pleasant crunch, landed on the walkway to the great oak doors in front of Hogwarts.

It was a much happier Harry Potter that picked up the robe left behind by the now dead girl. He was about to incinerate it when he noticed an envelope with his handwriting on it sticking out from one of the pockets. Wondering where she had gotten it he removed the note from inside it and read, what looked to be a blatant invitation to have sex with him on top of the Astronomy Tower. Knowing he hadn’t written this note, especially to Ginny Weasley, he preformed a revealing spell on it and watched as the handwriting shimmered and transformed into the unmistakable, and very feminine, handwriting of Bellatrix LeStrange.

After he stopped laughing hysterically, he vowed to get Bella a very nice gift. Not only had she given him the perfect motivation for casting the Imperious Curse, she had given him the perfect opportunity to rid himself of a dirty, whorish, stalker. As he walked back to the Griffindor common room he thought of the perfect gift, she helped to rid him of an annoyance, he’d return the favor. She was always ranting about how much she hated her husband…

 

You should of had Harry bang Ginny, then throw her off the tower.

 

Ginny and Harry screwing?

I think i'm going to be sick uke:

 

Same here I am going to be sick as well now where is lily when she is needed

 

"Ginny dear," Arthur called out to his only daughter. "Come see what Harry gave me for Christmas!"

Ginny felt the itching, burning sensation she always did whenever anyone mentioned Harry Potter. "Whoa! What is that thing?"

"I think it's called a... long mower?"

"A long mower? What's it do?"

Arthur looked at the curious muggle invention. "It's the most amazing thing! It's a contraption that cuts your hair for you!" Arthur was shaking his head. "The things these muggles come up with."

"That? Cuts hair?"

Arthur nodded fervently and happily. "Oh yeah, look at the back of my head." Arthur turned away to show her his new cut. "Just trimmed myself a couple minutes ago."

Ginny looked at the odd uneven cut uncertainly. "Looks like it got a little close on the top."

Arthur blushed. "Well, yes... it was my first attempt at using it. And I believe it is made to be operated by someone else, not the person receiving the hair cut."

Ginny smiled. "You think?"

Arthur shrugged. "Yes well, obviously it's not impossible to cut your own hair with it, as I did manage it, even if it isn't quite even. But you have much more control maneuvering it on someone else's head, I'm sure."

"You want to cut my hair, don't you Dad?" Ginny mock pouted.

Arthur nodded. "Yes, sweetie. I would. Your mother outright refuses me to use any more muggle contraptions on her ever since that incident with the AccuJack 3000." Arthur shook his head. "I still don't understand how to play jacks right."

Ginny smirked. "And just what would I get out of this?"

"Besides a gorgeous and free new haircut?" Arthur argued. "I'll... I'll let you use it anytime. You can give all your friends haircuts, and charge them two sickles! You'll be a galleonaire in no time!"

Ginny frowned trying to count all of her friends and getting stuck on one. "No deal. You'd let me use it anytime, anyways. How about this: I'll let you give me a haircut, if you help me get some alone with Harry?"

Arthur smiled. "Is he finally noticing my beautiful daughter?"

Ginny sighed. "No but I figure if I blow him enough times, he's bound to look down at least once."

"La la la!" Arthur screamed with his hands over his ears. "Gin-gin! Don't say things like that! I don't want to think about your thin colorless lips, and breastless bony pale body acting all grown-up!"

Ginny looked down at her complete lack of tit. She held back her tears. "Well? Deal or not? You do your best to get me some alone time with Harry and I'll not tell you anything about what happens and you can cut my hair with your long mower?"

Arthur sighed and mock huffed. "You drive a hard bargain. But... DEAL!"

Ginny squeed in joy and dropped down to the ground sticking her head under the long mower.

"Hold on to your shirt, honey!" Arthur informed her. "It gets pretty noisy and windy down there."

Ginny crossed her arms and closed her eyes.

Arthur fired up the long mower, getting the massive blades spinning exceedingly fast. He carefully maneuvered over his daughter's head and slowly lowered it down, shearing away those long red tresses. The blades let out a high pitched squeal and there was a massive splat and explosion of blood.

"Oh dear," Arthur sighed. He hurriedly turned off the mower and looked at the carnage that went shooting out the 'hair dispenser' side of the long mower. "I did it again."

"Daddy!"

"I'm sorry Gin-gin. Another garden gnome got sucked into the long mower." Arthur said before looking at his daughter. "But wow! Your hair looks great!"

Ginny wiped the pieces of garden gnome off her face and hugged her father. "Oh thank you, Daddy!"

"Go on in and show your mother! And wash up for dinner." Arthur ordered. "Guess we're having gnome-loaf tonight."

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After a delicious meal involving the highest quality meat, the Weasley's could afford, the happy family settled in for the cold winter night. Young Ginny Weasley, snuck downstairs exactly forty minutes after she heard her parents go to bed. She knew her dad's woodshed had silencing spells on it, as her mother wouldn't stand to hear his tinkering, so she wheeled the long mower back into chilly shed. She quickly pulled off her nightrobes and fired up the long mower.

"Finally, I can shave my gnarly pubes."

 

Someone should write a ginny-got-HIV story.