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Remembering the Reason

Summary:

Ginny's felt guilty about what happened to Gilderoy Lockhart ever since she was a kid. And so when he asks her to come visit him, she goes. After all, it's the least she can do for a man who can't even remember his own past.

Except Gilderoy knows more than she thinks and he thinks it's time for payback.

Notes:

Warning: rape, drugged sex, essentially sex pollen, blowjob, creampie, bareback, anal to vaginal, pregnancy kink, memory erasing

I have no idea where this idea came from, but here it is.

Porn gifs at the end using the porn star I pictured as adult Ginny.

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"This way, Mrs. Longbottom."

 

Glancing up from her book, Ginny snapped it shut with a snap before adjusting her skirt and then getting up. She slipped her book into her bag and headed down the hallway. The Janus Thickey Ward had been massively expanded over the years to the point where each patient now had their own private room unless they requested otherwise. Most people were unaware of that change, but as Ginny regularly visited her in-laws, she was aware of every change.

 

She'd visited the ward with Neville multiple times a year since they'd started their relationship. They visited for birthdays and major holidays. Sometimes it felt like Frank and Alice were close to remembering their son, and those were the most painful. Shaking her head, Ginny banished those thoughts. She wasn't there to see them. She was there to see a man she hadn't seen in over seven years.

 

"Please try not to agitate him," the nurse said softly. "He's worked very hard to get where he is today and form a new path."
 

"Of course," Ginny said, smoothing her hand nervously along her skirt before adjusting her blouse.

 

The door opened and the nurse gestured inside. Ginny walked in and glanced around. The room was surprisingly spacious. There was a cozy bed up against the wall by a window. There was also a little seating area, a few chairs around a table. There was another door, and Ginny suspected that it was to a private bathroom.

 

"Oh, hello. Come sit," Gilderoy said, excitement in his voice as he stood up and rushed over to move her chair.

 

"Thank you," Ginny said, sitting down. Gilderoy pushed her closer to the table.

 

"I'll leave you two to it. If you need anything, just raise your wand," the nurse said brightly.


"Thank you," Ginny said, glancing back at Gilderoy as he sat across from her. The door shut behind the nurse and she smiled, "Hello, Mr. Lockhart."

 

"Thank you for coming and seeing me, Miss Weasley."

 

"Oh, it's Longbottom now," Ginny said, holding up her left hand. "Got married a few months ago to Neville. Do you remember him? He was—"

 

"A student," Gilderoy supplied quickly. Ginny frowned and opened her mouth to ask, but then Gilderoy smiled, "Or at least that's what I was told. As you well know, I can't really…remember…those times."

 

"Yes, I read your book. It was very good," Ginny said, trying to

 

"Thank you. I worked very hard on it," Gilderoy said, smiling brightly. His smile was still almost blindingly white. He was still handsome, despite his hair being slightly limp and his flashy wardrobe being traded for comfortable clothing allowed by hospital policy.

 

"It shows," Ginny reassured him.

 

"But I did not bring you here to compliment me on my work, no matter how fabulous it was," Gilderoy said.

 

"Why did you invite me here?" Ginny asked carefully.

 

Gilderoy chuckled, "I know I am not the man I used to be, and I know it's been a few years, but I'd like to attempt to…write a new book. Perhaps this time it will be a novel, a work of fiction instead of one about my own life."

 

Ginny had to bite her tongue upon hearing that. It wouldn't be fair to tell a man with no memory that Who Am I? was the only book he'd written that wasn't either stolen or a complete fabrication. Gilderoy's eye twitched and Ginny cleared her throat before she said, "That sounds like a wonderful idea and I'm certain it will make a great read, but that still doesn't tell me why I'm here."

 

"I—" Gilderoy began, but then paused. "Goodness, I haven't offered you anything to drink, have I?"

 

"Oh, you don't have to—" Ginny began.

 

"Nonsense. I may not have much, but I can get you a cup of tea," Gilderoy said with a wave of his hand. He got up and grabbed an ornate teapot from a box by the table as well as a couple of teacups. He set both out and fumbled with the teapot before standing it on a stand. "This is from a fan. It brews any blend of tea of my choice! No wand required!"

 

Ginny nodded, "That sounds perfect. Thank you."

 

Gilderoy nodded eagerly, turning back toward her, "While we wait for that, I wanted to talk to you about your life. I've heard you became famous as a quidditch player. What's that like?"

 

"Really great," Ginny said, sitting up straighter and beaming. "I've loved quidditch for as long as I can remember and so getting a chance to play professionally, let alone for a team like the Holyhead Harpies, was a dream come true."

 

"Yes, I remember hearing that you'd played at Hogwarts. You were part of the…Gryffindor team, right?"

 

"Yeah," Ginny nodded. "I got to be both chaser and seeker back then. Both are great positions and I learned a lot playing. It was different than playing professionally, but it was so much fun."

 

Gilderoy nodded, "You married a fellow player from that team, correct?"

 

Ginny cleared her throat, "No. I did date my teammate Harry, but ultimately we decided we're better off as friends. I married my husband Neville Longbottom this year. He's a wonderful man. He actually teaches at Hogwarts now. He's the Herbology professor." She then laughed softly, "Although Harry also teaches there. He actually teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts. So it seems no matter what, I was meant to marry a professor!"

 

Gilderoy paused as he poured the tea, "I see. And how is the rest of your family? I've heard you have a large one."

 

Ginny nodded, "Yes. It took a bit of adjustment after Percy died, but I everyone's doing well. Fred, George, and Ron have a few different shops that they run. Bill is still one of the best curse-breakers, and Charlie still works with dragons." She then grinned, "And if you want a rundown of how all of my nieces and nephews are doing, we'll be here for days."

 

"What about children of your own?" Gilderoy asked, passing her a cup.

 

Ginny smiled softly, "Soon. Neville and I have talked about it and we think we're ready."

 

She sipped the tea and forced herself to not make a face. The tea was sweet, but had a heavily bitter aftertaste. There was also an odd texture to it. Overall, it was a terrible tea, but she didn't want to embarrass the man. He had half a mind as it was and he was making an effort. There was no point in needling him over his failures when he could not even remember his triumphs.

 

Gilderoy watched every sip she took before he finally asked, "Apologies if I asked this earlier, and I must do a bit of a backtrack, but what is it like having people screaming your name?"

 

Ginny blushed, "Pretty wonderful. It's exhilarating to have that many people show up to support you." She took another sip. "One time we were playing a particularly large stadium and it was like I could feel it in my bones. Went home still humming of it." She went to take another sip, but then blinked in surprise when she saw the cup was empty.

 

"Oh, looks like you're enjoying the tea. Would you like some more?" Gilderoy asked, but was already filling her cup before she could respond.

 

"Of course. Thank you," Ginny said, taking a big sip to show she liked it, sitting in her chair a bit more relaxed.

 

"Good," Gilderoy said. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

 

Ginny glanced down at her cup, blinking almost sleepily as she saw it was almost gone already. She then looked over and saw that Gilderoy hadn't drank any of his. Frowning, she was about to ask why when Gilderoy asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

 

"Sure, of course," Ginny said, her voice lilting softly.

 

"Which brings you more pleasure: the shouts of the crowd or sex with your husband?"

 

Blinking in shock, Ginny pressed her thighs together, feeling a warmth spread through her as she sputtered, "I…I don't know if—"

 

"No need to be embarrassed," Gilderoy said, moving his chair over to her side. "My book is about a quidditch player. And I want to get it is as accurate as possible."

 

Ginny's cheeks felt warm and she drained the last of her teacup before clearing her throat. "I…" She shook her head and squirmed slightly in her seat. "They're different."

 

"Interesting," Gilderoy said, reaching over and running a finger up her arm. Shivers followed in its wake.

 

"I feel…"
 

"Warm? Aroused?" Gilderoy asked, leaning closer.

 

"What is…what is happening?" Ginny asked, tilting her head back and gasping for air. Her chest was heaving under her blouse.

 

Gilderoy stood up and chuckled, "You've read my books. You know that before I read my memory, I had a wide and varied career. I was the predominant expert on things. I traveled and was not just respected, I was loved. I may not have had stadiums of people screaming my name, but I've been reassured that I had more than my fair share of admirers. People of all ages just hanging on my every word no matter what country I was in."

 

"What?" Ginny asked, glancing at him.

 

Gilderoy's smile was gone, "I met a new friend. He couldn't make me remember my past, but he could show me bits, bits that weren't fully erased by your brother's faulty wand."

 

"I don't…"

 

"Don't lie. I went down into that filthy place to save you and instead I was destroyed. How is that fair?" Gilderoy hissed. Before she could respond, he snapped, "Don't bother. It's not fair. But beyond your input, I got shown something else. A potion I was taught when I was abroad. The one I gave to you."

 

"No," Ginny gasped, struggling to get up. Her legs wobbled and she felt a pulse between her thighs. She whined as she turned to move toward the door, but before she could, he was behind her. He yanked on her hair, causing her to whine and pulled her flush against him. She could feel his erection and her eyes widened as she found herself grinding back against him.

 

Gilderoy laughed, "Oh, you like that, don't you? Of course you do. It's what the potion does."

 

"No," Ginny whined, unable to stop the rolling of her hips.

 

"Yes," Gilderoy said, sliding a hand up her blouse and cupping one of her large, heavy breasts through her shirt. His hand sent shivers of pleasure through her body as he pressed his face to her throat and breathed deeply. After a moment, he nipped just below chin and then whispered into her ear. "It was designed for fertility. One dose and a person becomes aroused. Two doses and they become ravenous. Three and they become downright desperate. Do you want to know how many I gave you?"

 

"Let me go," Ginny whined, but made no move to leave.

"You got six doses," Lockhart said. He released her hair and turned her around. Ginny could barely stand on her feet as he undid her blouse and slid it over her arms. She could feel her pussy throbbing, juices dripping down her thighs.

 

"Why are you doing this to me?" Ginny whined, clenching her hands into fists by her sides to stop herself from touching herself.

 

"Because when your brother's pathetic wand backfired on me, he fucked me out of my future. And now, I'm going to fuck you out of your," Gilderoy said. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside before cupping both of her breasts in his hands. He glanced up at her as he asked, "Although maybe your pathetic husband won't even notice when you come home pregnant with my children instead of his."

 

Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but then could only moan and arch her back as he latched a mouth onto her breast. She pressed up into him as he kneaded her other breast, his tongue and teeth relentless on her nipple. As he put a leg between her thighs and shoved it against her soaking wet cunt, she felt an orgasm slam through her, causing her to yelp in surprise.

 

He laughed around her breast before pulling back, a heated look in his eyes as he undid her skirt and let it drop. "Now look at what you did. You left a mark on my nice hospital trousers," Gilderoy mocked. "Say you're sorry."

 

"No," Ginny gasped.

 

"You're going to need to cum more times than that to combat the potion. And if you don't say sorry, I'll leave you like this," Gilderoy said firmly, his fingers tugging at her panties. Ginny moaned then gasped as his fingers grazed her pussy lip as he pulled the soaked fabric away from her. "Say it."

 

"S-Sorry," Ginny moaned.

 

"That's a girl," Gilderoy said, and then yanked the panties off. They tore and he held them up, breathing in the sent before he held it out to her, "Taste yourself." Ginny shook her head, but then her eyes widened as he shoved her torn panties into her mouth. Her own pussy juices hit her tongue and she moaned, sucking down on the fabric.

 

Gilderoy laughed and went over, grabbing her bag and pulling out her wand. He examined it and nodded, "This wand seems to work just fine." Setting it back down, he pulled off his own clothes.

 

Ginny found herself unable to stop drinking up her own juices, but eyed Gilderoy. He was…fine looking. He was nothing to write home about and neither was his cock. It was uncircumcised and of an average length and thickness. It wasn't ugly or anything, but it also wasn't impressive.

 

Until he took her wand and tapped it on his cock, muttering a couple different spells under his breath. Some she'd heard of before but others she had not. Instantly, her eyes widened as his cock grew. His cock was now…enormous. Long and thick. His balls swung heavily beneath him.

 

Ginny fell to her knees, her eyes hungrily following him as he chuckled, "Stay there."

 

She nodded, watching as he pulled a box out of his bed and then set up a camera on a tripod. He took her wand and tapped it against the camera, muttering more spells that she didn't know. He then set her wand back on the table and went up to her. He pressed the head of his cock on her lips.

 

He didn't need to say anything, she just found her body immediately reacting, her tongue sticking out and flicking against the slit before she wrapped her mouth around it and sucking it. Gilderoy groaned and gripped her hair. She relished in the feeling. Her mind was screaming for it to stop, but her body was begging for more. He tasted better than anything she'd ever tasted and she needed him to fuck her throat in the way that Neville always had refused to. He was always so gentle with her, so careful. So worried about hurting her.

 

Gilderoy was not worried about that at all. Within moments, she lost control of the blowjob as he slid his cock further into her mouth and throat. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged before relaxing and letting it in. Gilderoy moaned and gripped her hair tighter.

 

He grunted like an animal, thrusting into her and she could barely keep up, a mixture of pain and pleasure flooding her as his balls hit her chin. After one thrust, he held it there, pressing her nose to his pubes as he shuddered. She couldn't breathe. Dark spots flooded her vision as puffs of purple smoke came from the camera. She could feel her makeup running down her face as tears streamed from her eyes.

 

Finally, Gilderoy pulled out and Ginny cried out as thick ropes of cum splattered across her face and into her mouth. Neville had cum on her face before on accident, apologizing profusely, but that amount had been small. This? This was coating her. His orgasm lasted several minutes and Ginny was left with a face dripping in cum.

 

"That was even better than I imagined," Gilderoy admitted with a sigh. "I bet your cunt is going to be even better."

 

Ginny shook her head, but couldn't stop him from dragging her up by her arms, "Please. Don't. Neville and I have been trying for months. I need—"

 

Ginny yelped, cutting herself off as Gilderoy shoved her back onto the couch. Her legs trembled and she gasped as he pressed himself against her before he said, "I know exactly what you need."

 

"Please, Gilderoy, don't—" Ginny begged, but was cut off as the bulbous head was pressed into her sopping wet cunt.


Ginny moaned and Gilderoy gasped, "Merlin, you're tight."


The cock was bigger than anything that Ginny had ever had inside her and she was left to lay draped on the couch as he slid further into her. Each inch felt enormous and by the time his hips pressed against hers, she felt stuffed beyond belief and was practically gasping. Merlin, she could feel that cock in her throat again.

 

"Yes, that's it. Be a good girl. Say thank you for the cock, Professor Lockhart," Gilderoy bit out. More puffs of purple smoke.

 

"T-Thank you, Professor Lockhart," Ginny gasped out.


"Good girl."

 

Ginny's back arched and she threw her head back, moaning loudly as Gilderoy then began to thrust. The pleasure was…indescribable. It was better than any feeling she'd ever had in her life. She wasn't even sure if flying could compare anymore. Her entire body trembled, relishing in the feeling of that monstrous cock slamming into her, the balls slapping against her as Gilderoy bit and squeezed at her tits.

 

Closing her eyes, she let the pleasure wash over her and reach a new crescendo, her body practically spasming on his cock as her orgasm hit her. Gilderoy moaned against her tit and then she felt him cum. She could feel it pulsing inside her, the cum filling her up. His cock squelched as he continued to thrust, the cum dripping out of her.

 

As she lay weakly, Gilderoy pulled out and then turned her to face down before yanking her up by her throat. One of his hands cupped her tits and his other hand pushed her head back as he pressed his cock against her ass. She whined in protest, but didn't have enough strength to resist as he forced his way in.

 

It burned. His cum and her own juices help, but the stretch was enormous. She whined though as the pain quickly mixed with pleasure. His thrusts were much slower. She found herself staring at that camera. More puffs of purple smoke. He grunted in her ear, breathing heavily against her skin and she could only moan.

 

After a bit, it felt like she was getting used to having him up her ass when he pulled out and then slammed back into her sopping wet cunt. Ginny gasped and moaned as he fucked her harder than ever, his hand tightening on her breast. This time when her orgasm took her, she was staring directly into that damned camera. Her vision filled with purple smoke as he came inside her once again.

 

Gilderoy fell back against the couch, Ginny falling back against him, still on his cock. Her chest heaved for breath and she whined, arching her back against his chest as she struggled to calm down. The fog in her mind was lifting and she was left with nothing but exhaustion and dawning horror.

 

 She'd cheated on her husband.

 

She couldn't move and she whimpered at the feeling of that large cock inside her. Gilderoy, mistaking the sound for pleasure, twisted at her nipples and chuckled, "You'll have to visit me once this takes." He rubbed his hands along her breasts and stomach as he said, "Would love to see you nice and pregnant. Want to see if you feel any different, taste any different."

 

"Gilderoy—" Ginny choked out.
 

"Don't worry. We won't need to do the potion next time unless you like it." He then grinned against her neck, "I suspect you want it though. I've tried that potion on a few other women and none of them have responded like you did. You were ravenous for my cock. Still are."

 

Ginny shook her head, "No. That was…that was just the potion."

 

Gilderoy moved his hands from her and laughed, "Liar. But okay. Prove it. Get up and leave."

 

Gilderoy leaned back and Ginny sat forward, but when she did, the cock inside of her shifted slightly and she moaned. Gilderoy laughed again and Ginny started to lift herself up off his cock, but then yelped as he thrust his hips again, fucking up into her. Her legs trembled and she gasped, "You're cheating."

 

"How? Just moving around a bit. No one's stopping you from getting off my cock, Weasley. So do it."

 

Ginny moved to get up again, but he thrust up again hard, sending sparks of pleasure through her. Ginny moaned and grit her teeth, slamming back down on his cock as she snapped, "This doesn't mean anything."

 

"Prove. It."

 

Ginny bounced on his cock a few more times, getting into a rhythm before turning around and facing him as she lowered herself back on his cock. Bracing her hands on the back of the couch, she began lightly bouncing, moaning as he immediately latched his mouth onto her nipple. He suckled hard and she bucked against him. He laughed around her nipple and she tossed her head back to moan.

 

Her ass slapped against his thighs and she couldn't help but relish in the feeling of that thick cock pounding into her. The feeling of his cum being forced further inside her sent a thrill through her as well. Would she really end up pregnant by this monster? Would she actually come back to be mistreated again? She pictured herself pregnant, milk dripping from her nipples as Gilderoy fucked her across the table and found herself embarrassed as another orgasm slammed through her.

 

Gilderoy grunted and he came again. That alone sent another thrill through Ginny. She licked her lips, his cum coating her tongue and she swallowed it eagerly. Laying her head on his shoulder, she slumped against him, letting her fuck up into her, his cum still spurting into her and leaking out, dripping out and down her thighs. Slowly, she fell asleep.


When Ginny came to, she was dressed and cleaned up, sitting on the couch. Frowning and glancing around, she looked at the time and then up at Gilderoy. How had hours passed? Shaking her head, Ginny glanced up anxiously at Gilderoy and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I was so tired. That's so embarrassing. You wanted to talk to me."

 

"It's all right," Gilderoy said, holding a neat pile of what looked like a photo in his hands. It was face down so she couldn't see what was on them. "I understand what it's like to be tired. We can talk again. Come back again in a few months."

 

Ginny nodded and stood up, wincing at how sore she felt. That chair must have been more uncomfortable than she thought. Looking at Gilderoy, she saw that his smile had widened. Shaking his hand, Ginny smiled, "I look forward to actually talking to you next time."

 

Ginny then left, unaware that as soon as she left, Gilderoy turned the photo over. In it, another version happily submitted to Gilderoy over and over again, a blissed out look on her face as she swallowed and was filled with more and more cum.

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