Chapter 19: Chapter 19: The Price of Galleons

    Harry was aware that there was a certain relaxed manner in his steps as he walked back to the Common Room, one that contrasted significantly with the angry and depressed impression that he was trying to sell to the rest of the school. Still, he couldn''t help it. It was hard to suppress his cheer after he spent a generous portion of his evening teaching a very entertaining lesson to the Ice Queen of Slytherin, whose submissive streak surpassed even his wildest expectations. He would have called her submissiveness as a let-down, but that would have been unfair after the amazing service she had selflessly provided, even following his order to stop after she surrendered all of her castles.

    Distracted by pleasant memories, he wasn''t paying much attention to his surroundings, until he heard a familiar voice calling his name just as he was about to take a turn which would bring him to the corridor where the entrance for the Gryffindor Common Room lay.

    The familiarity of the voice was the only reason he didn''t reach for his wand for a reflexive blasting spell despite being surprised. He turned, and saw Ginny standing at the doorway of one of the empty classrooms. "Ginny," he said with a frosty tone, one that contrasted with his actual feelings, but he was supposed to be angry at her.

    There was a guilty expression on her face, and when kept his gaze on her for a few seconds without saying anything, she dipped her head, aware of the thin ice she was walking. He squashed his temptation to look into her mind in curiosity, as he learned that lesson from Daphne. As amusing as she turned out to be, he had no intention to turn everyone around him to submissive toys. It would be suspicious, and boring. Instead, he waited until she could gather to courage to open her mouth, trusting himself to read her.

    "Can we talk?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a distinct tremble easy to catch. He liked what he found in her voice, as it meant that she had been thinking about the throwaway line about the alternative ways of paying her debt.

    "Go ahead," he said, and started tapping his foot rapidly just to build up additional pressure.

    She seemed wilted after his display, but gathered enough courage to continue speaking. "In private?" she added, even softer, forcing him to strain himself just to decipher it. She took a step back, denoting that she wanted that classroom to be that private spot. Harry walked inside wordlessly, only to turn towards her when he heard the click of the lock.

    "So, how can I help you," Harry said, frostily enough to leave no doubt about his supposed anger about her spending habits. As long as Ginny was concerned, she was lucky that he deigned to listen to her rather than writing to her father, asking for money.

    "It''s about my debt," she whispered.

    "The one that was supposed to be just one galleon, but ended up three galleons when you irresponsibly spent the emergency fund I had given to you?" Harry said cattily. "Or the other galleon that you still dared to ask me for after that?" But before Ginny could say anything, he changed his tone, looking remorseful. "I''m sorry, I shouldn''t be this angry. Especially since you''re here to pay me back already. Still, I''m a bit surprised. I wouldn''t have guessed Mrs. Weasley would send the money that quickly."

    "She didn''t," Ginny whispered. Harry turned his eyes towards her, wordlessly asking for her to continue. "I haven''t asked her."

    "You can''t really ask your father without alerting your mother. So, it''s the twins that sent it," he continued. "Interesting, I wouldn''t have guessed that they have the money, considering the sudden increase in their living cost after they left school."

    "I haven''t asked them either," Ginny answered, her shoulders slouching even more.

    "I would be really surprised if it was Ron that gave you the money," Harry continued in the same vein, acting unawares to her ever-growing panic.

    "I haven''t asked anyone," Ginny cut him off, her voice loud enough to sound angry if it wasn''t for her vulnerable trembling. "I don''t have the money."

    "I see," Harry said, twisting his eyebrow questioningly. "I fail to see why you need to talk to me, if you don''t have the money yet. The money that you carelessly spent without thinking about the consequences, and then daring to ask me for more."

    "I''m sorry," she whispered, looking broken. "We were shopping, and I was so fed up with everyone mocking me for my family''s lack of money..." she added before managing to control herself.

    "It might be so, Ginny, but splurging the money one time wasn''t going to be a solution to that, especially since that money didn''t belong to you in the first place," Harry answered as he took a seat on teacher''s seat. "You should have known better." Ginny just dipped her head, saying nothing. "If that was all?" he added, making a motion to stand up.

    "Please, sit," Ginny said panickedly, quite a bit louder than the necessary. "Sorry," she added, blush creeping on her neck. "I thought about your condition..." she drawled, but failed to continue her sentence.

    "What condition?" Harry countered, playing dumb.

    She tried to make eye contact, but it only survived for a second before sliding away. "The condition that how you might be willing to lend me that galleon if I perform... If I take your date''s place in a certain act."

    That particular mystery revealed, Harry just leaned back and enjoyed the treatment he was receiving, denying his release to Ginny despite her increasingly heated treatment, going deeper and deeper without prompting from Harry. She finally pulled back, around fifteen minutes after she first started, a surprised expression on her face. "Is this going to take much more?" she asked. "From what I heard from the other girls, it wasn''t supposed to take this long."

    "Maybe they were more skilled than you are," Harry countered, but he made sure to put a dashing smile on his lips to suggest that it was more of a challenge than a putdown.

    "You think so," Ginny countered, a matching smile somehow finding itself to her face. Harry was surprised with the speed her attitude changed, especially without any magical assistance, but he welcomed it. It was amazing that she was willing to act out while still being willing to service him in such a visceral manner. It was amazing what just a touch of arousal might achieve.

    "Well, the evidence speaks for itself," Harry said, pointing towards his erection, glistening with her spit. Ginny said nothing else, just leaned forward once more to swallow his shaft. This time, her movements were even more heated, going up and down on her shaft with great fervor.

    Each passing moment forced him to use more of his occlumency ability, unable to resist the temptation to mess with her. With each passing minute, she was more willing to make eye contact, matching his challenging look with her smoldering gaze. "Well, it might help if you go can go deeper," Harry suggested.

    He received an angry look in return, but Ginny took a deep breath after another minute with no result, her hands wrapped tight on his thighs for leverage, then forced herself to swallow his shaft. Harry quirked his eyebrow in appreciation, not expecting her to actually deepthroat him in her own violation. It wasn''t a smooth affair in any description of the word. She was coughing and wheezing helplessly for every inch she managed to swallow, but she only pulled back for occasional quick breaths before sinking back.

    Harry was truly impressed with the dedication she was showing, and had no problem showing that. "Amazing work, Ginevra," Harry said with a laugh, using her full name which she hated. She raised her left hand to flip him off, showing her feelings about that despite her full mouth.

    A chuckle escaped his mouth at the sheer absurdity of it, and he decided to cut her some slack, and relaxed his occlumency controls. And without that, it was only a matter of seconds until he released. "I''m almost there," he warned her, but once again, it was more for its amusement factor rather than any desire to be helpful, as his hands were already behind her head, preventing any hope of her pulling back.

    She tried to pull back, only to stiffen in shock when she realized that wasn''t a choice. She still managed to pull back just a bit, which meant the crown was in her mouth rather than the depths of her throat. And then, it was too late to do anything else, as he was already filling her mouth his seed. He kept his hands in place despite her pushes, amused with her helpless coughing.

    Only after filling it completely, Harry was ready to pull back. He loosened his hands, and Ginny pulled back, coughing, which had the side effect of wasting his seed on the ground.

    "That was excellent," Harry murmured in satisfaction as he stood up, ignoring Ginny as she pressed her hands on the floor for extra balance as she wheezed, trying to catch her breath. "Just three more like this, and you''ll get the galleon you were promised."

    That turned out to be enough to break her distressed attempts of regulating her breath. "What-" she tried to exclaim, but that caused a piece of his seed to go the wrong way, and she ended up with a fresh fit of coughing. "What are you talking about," she repeated after she managed to overcome her coughing fit.

    "Well, as I told you before, I just needed a galleon for that date to be successful, which fixes the price of a blowjob to a galleon. So, you have earned a whole galleon in the service you have just provided."

    "So, give me the galleon," she said as she stood up, her palm open expectantly, once again surprising Harry by just how quick she adapted into the situation.

    "Not so fast, sweetie," Harry countered with an amused shake of his head. "You are very quick to forget that you still owe me three galleons you had spent. With the way you have acted earlier, you have marked yourself as a credit risk, which means I''m not willing to give you what you want until you cover up your debt."

    "But, I need it," she interjected. "I need to pay back my friend before she does something stupid like asking Ron. My mother would kill me if she hears what I have done."

    "You should have thought that before doing something that stupid," Harry countered, and her expression fall. He sighed theatrically. "Okay, I''m not a merciless person," he said, which should have rung hollow considering what he had just forced her to do for a galleon, but her expression brightened nevertheless.

    "You''ll give me the galleon," Ginny exclaimed happily.

    "Yes," Harry said, but he raised his hand immediately to prevent an early display of excitement. "But you need to put something extra on the table."

    Ginny looked at him in trepidation, but it wasn''t as sharp as he expected it to be. It seemed that giving a blowjob had gone a long way to loosen her fears. "What do you want?" she said.

    Harry thought about the alternatives he could push on her, but honestly, with both Daphne and Ginny, he had his fill for the night, and he still had some homework to finish. "I''ll tell you what it is the next time we meet," he said even as he reached for his pouch and pulled a galleon for her, twisting his body slightly to hide it, not wanting to show her that he had more than just one galleon. "See you in a day or two," he added as he flipped the galleon towards her, which was trivial for her to catch even in her confused and exhausted state.

    Harry left the room before she could say anything else, leaving her alone with her thoughts, though he couldn''t help but feel curious about how their upcoming session.