Harry Potter: Red Weasley The Strange Red Wizard

It was only at breakfast that I was finally able to leave the infirmary. My condition... well, let's just say it wasn't great. I hadn't seen myself in a mirror, but I was pretty sure I looked like a humanoid raisin after everything that had happened.

I had ejaculated enough to fill a pool... and let me tell you, it's not nearly as fun when it's not something you planned on. Let's not even talk about what happened with the nurse. I'm grateful she lent me a hand (or several); it made things much more manageable. But the goodbye this morning was a bit awkward. Her words, "Everything that happened was purely professional treatment," as she pointed her wand at me, keep echoing in my head. Let's just say her medical hands are very skilled... and I wouldn't refuse a second round of professional help, though I have more urgent things to address first—like eating. A lot.

When I arrived at the Great Hall, all I could think about was food. I dragged myself to the Slytherin table like a zombie freshly risen from the grave. My entrance didn't go unnoticed, especially when, upon sitting down, I began devouring everything within reach. I didn't care about looking like a pig; my priority was survival. The girls in my group looked at me with concern. They were all a bit tired after yesterday's party, but my level of exhaustion was on another level. My dark circles said it all.

Shortly after, Ginny appeared. She sat across from me, and I was surprised to see she had the same dark circles I did. She ate like a zombie too, though at a slower pace. The girls, of course, noticed this immediately.

"Are you two okay?" Tracey asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Hmm…" I muttered, not feeling like elaborating.

"Ghh…" Ginny replied, equally uninterested.

"Did you two have another private party? Because you look wrecked," Tracey pressed, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" Ginny reacted suddenly, nervous, snapping out of her trance.

We all stared at her, confused. Realizing her outburst, she lowered her head and resumed eating in silence.

"Maybe you should go to the infirmary," Pansy suggested, looking concerned.

"NO!" This time, it was my turn to react instinctively, which only made them more suspicious. I tried to correct myself immediately. "I mean, it's not necessary. I just need food, liquids, and lots of rest..." I added, attempting to sound convincing.

The girls kept throwing questions at us, but Ginny and I barely responded with monosyllables. Despite my curiosity about her condition, I decided to save it for later; my priority now was recovery. I had left a clone resting to compensate for my physical state, but it would still take some time to rebalance. Sure, I had ways to recover faster, but in my haze, I couldn't think clearly.

"And Luna?" I suddenly asked, noticing she wasn't at our table or any other.

"Eh!" Ginny reacted sharply again, this time with a slight blush and her hair slightly frizzed. "She's sleeping… she's tired…" she mumbled almost inaudibly, lowering her gaze to her plate.

"Hmm…" I nodded, not wanting to press further at the moment. My brain was too fried to investigate, though I knew something strange was going on.

Breakfast passed quickly. Since neither Ginny nor I could maintain a decent conversation, the girls started talking among themselves, focusing on the latest news: the Chamber of Secrets. The fact that Ronald and Harry had been found petrified in front of Filch and his cat was the main topic at Hogwarts, closely followed by my grand party the night before.

Everyone speculated about what had happened: what caused it, who was behind it, and what might happen next. I listened passively to both the girls and the murmurs of nearby students while mulling over my next moves. Though I wasn't in my best mental state, I could still string together a few ideas.

After finishing my meal, I stood up and called Ginny to follow me. Her reaction was immediate; it was like her heart froze.

We walked silently through the halls, both of us sporting dark circles that made us look like pandas. It was clear Ginny was nervous. Her breathing was erratic, and her steps, clumsy. Finally, we reached a less crowded hallway where the nearest students were several meters away.

"Ginny… is there something you want to confess?" I asked, leaning against the wall to keep my balance.

"Hicc!" Ginny gave a small jump, startled, and suddenly broke into tears as if an avalanche of emotions had overwhelmed her. Between sobs, she tried to speak, "S-sorry… Red… brother… I…"

"Did you open the Chamber of Secrets?" I asked seriously, keeping calm, hoping her reaction would confirm my suspicions.

"What?" Ginny repeated, looking up at me in confusion. Her crying stopped for a moment, her swollen eyes showing genuine surprise.

"It was you, wasn't it? You petrified Filch and Norris, you got the diary… You don't have to worry. We'll figure this out, but you need to tell me." (Red)

"No?" she answered hesitantly but sincerely. Her relief was palpable, though she seemed to be carrying another burden on her shoulders. "It wasn't me. I didn't even see it. I just know Ron is involved..." she said nervously but honestly. She'd rather be guilty of the attacks than face the fear of me discovering what she was truly hiding.

"Then why are you crying?" I asked, noticing no signs she was lying. My initial question had been a gamble; it seemed I had lost. "Is there something else you've done that…?" I began to say, but something clicked in my mind.

"No! I didn't do anything!" she denied quickly, almost shouting, interrupting me before I could finish my sentence. Her desperation was evident.

"Ginny… did you come to my room last night?" I asked, starting to piece things together. My voice trembled with disbelief. "Ginny… please, tell me you didn't come to my room to drug me with something."

"I…" Tears began streaming down her face again. Suddenly, she threw herself at me, hugging me tightly as if she were afraid I might disappear at any moment. "I'm sorry, Red! Please, don't leave me…"

"GINNY!" I shouted angrily, pushing her slightly to separate us. "Why the hell did you do something like that?!"

"Everything is your fault!" she screamed back at me, her voice trembling between sobs. "You forced me... It was your punishment... for being Hogwarts' slut, for chasing after all those girls!" Her confession came with a mixture of rage and despair, yet she still didn't let go of the embrace. She buried her face in my chest and kept crying. "But please... please don't leave me. I know it was stupid, but I don't want to lose you."

"Is this your revenge for that!?" I shouted, incredulous. "I thought we'd moved past this. Ginny, you can't just give me unknown potions while I'm asleep! It's dangerous! What if you'd killed me?"

Ginny froze at my words. In that instant, her expression changed. Something seemed to click in her mind. While I continued scolding her, she started processing the situation, realizing something crucial: I didn't know the whole truth.

"It was just... revenge," Ginny said, her tone hesitant but clearly calmer. She was testing the waters. "I just wanted to get back at you one last time before... fully forgiving you."

"Do you even know what you gave me? I spent the whole night in the infirmary, Ginny. It was an absolute disaster."

"I'm sorry..." she murmured, her head down, avoiding my eyes. I couldn't know it then, but that posture hid a strange sense of relief. Ginny was convinced that if I knew everything, my reaction would be far worse.

"Where did you get that potion?" I said, gently lifting her by the shoulders to make her look at me. "And don't even think about lying."

What I saw was a shattered Ginny. Her tears kept falling, and her face was filled with remorse. She genuinely seemed to feel guilty.

"From the merchant..." she finally admitted, sobbing. "I asked for something that would make you uncomfortable for a while, but without killing you... I didn't know it would be this bad..."

I listened, trying to process what she was saying. She seemed so innocent, so genuine in her regret, that I couldn't help but believe her.

"That..." I began, struggling to find the right words without being too explicit. "That was more than uncomfortable, Ginny." I paused but then reacted with alarm. "Ginny! Tell me you didn't test that potion on anyone else. Did you take it yourself?"

"No..." she replied, visibly nervous. She avoided my gaze, but she seemed to be remembering something. Her mind went back to the previous day, to what had happened with Luna. Even though they hadn't consumed the potion directly, something had definitely affected them.

"Tell me the truth, Ginny. That thing you used was really strong," I insisted, looking at her seriously.

"No... At most, I smelled a little bit of it when I poured it into your mouth," she replied, recalling my advice on lying or hiding the truth: always revealing just enough to sound believable.

"Damn it, Ginny. That potion was way too potent. You have no idea what it can do just from smelling it," I said, feeling increasingly frustrated. "We're going to the infirmary."

"What?! Why?" Ginny tried to resist as I pulled her firmly.

"Ginny, that potion was..." I hesitated, feeling embarrassment burn on my face. "It was an aphrodisiac. This isn't something that should stay in your system. We need to make sure that smelling it didn't affect you or cause any hidden damage."

"I'm fine, Red," she broke free from my grip with a sharp movement. "If something were wrong, I'd tell you. You don't have to take me to the infirmary." Her tone was defensive, but there was an undertone of nervousness. She didn't want to be examined, fearing any test might reveal more.

"Ginny, this isn't a game. I spent the whole night dealing with the effects of that potion, trying to prevent it from causing..." I stopped abruptly. Something about her expression caught my attention. "Ginny... why do you have those dark circles?"

"For nothing!" she replied quickly, looking away and blushing.

"Where were you last night, besides my room?" I asked, starting to fear the worst.

"In the Room of Requirement... with Luna," she murmured timidly, barely audible.

"Did Luna smell the potion too?" I asked, somewhat relieved to know at least she hadn't been with another man under the effects of the drug.

"Yes..." she replied weakly, her voice almost a whisper.

"Are you okay now?" I asked more insistently.

"Yes..." her voice dropped even lower, barely audible.

I sighed, running a hand over my face. I wasn't sure how to approach what I suspected had happened. Finally, I gathered the courage to ask:

"Ginny... I think we need to talk about certain things. You know what masturbation is, right?" I asked, feeling deeply uncomfortable as I recalled a similar conversation I'd had with Tina in the past.

"SHUT UP!" she shouted immediately, cutting me off with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She crossed her arms firmly, shooting me an indignant look. "I know everything I need to know. I'm fine, and you don't have to worry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go check on Luna and bring her something to eat." With that, she turned abruptly and almost ran out.

I stayed in place, watching her walk away in hurried steps, unable to stop her. But what I didn't know was that Ginny hadn't gone as far as she seemed. She'd hidden behind a nearby wall, out of my sight, and there let out a deep sigh of relief. She felt like she'd never been so close to having a heart attack.

I sighed again, exhausted and with my head full of thoughts. That conversation wasn't something I wanted to have with my sister, and, from her reaction, it seemed unnecessary. However, the idea that Ginny and probably Luna had spent the night "polishing their pearls" still unsettled me. At least I was comforted by the thought that no one had taken advantage of them under the potion's effects.

Still, the worry lingered. Even if it wasn't something I could bring up directly, I was concerned about the possibility that they might have hurt themselves in some way due to excessive masturbation. I thought about the hours I spent in the infirmary, dealing with the potion's effects and my own friction burns. I knew I'd have to keep an eye on them, even from the shadows, without invading their privacy too much. Maybe I could ask one of the girls to talk to them about it.

Of course, there was still much to discuss and scold her for. Ginny had drugged me, and that wasn't something I could simply forget, but for now, I decided to wait. First, I needed to make sure both of them were okay.

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