And ... she was inebriated, to say the least. I left her on the couch and fetched a glass of water."Jen ... drink. Please."Her eyes opened and she pee...ed up at me. "You want me to drink?" Just some water, Jen." Oh ... okay ... Boss..." Her hand rose and waved uncertainly in the general vicinity of the glass. I put it in her hand; suspicious of her ability to hold it and guide it to her lips, my hand hovered near. Just as well, as her arm drooped and the glass tilted. I caught her hand, righted. I was stuffed and playing video games when I saw a small pop-up in the corner of my TV showing my parents pulling in the driveway and then into the garage. It disappeared as quick as it had come up, but it was nice to know when they came home. I expected mom or dad to at least come up tonight to apologize or tell me I was being a jerk, even if I was right. They didn't.The next morning I was still asleep when mom knocked on my door. I had gone to sleep in the nude. I didn't care. I wasn't still. What about Ginny, huh? Huh? What do you think her life's been like, having killed the boy she loved? Huh?And as usual, she felt a fresh spasm of guilt. Yeah, she was living and breathing the history of Harry Potter. She had done nothing for the past four days except read his diaries. And she hadn't handed them in for evidence. She would hand them in when she was finished with them.It was pure chance that she found them, actually. She remembered something he'd let slip about a loose floorboard. Holly’s screams began getting impossibly high, and before long I felt her legs shake. “Oh yes, yes baby,” she screamed, “Fuck baby I’m cumming again!” She grabbed the table once again with both hands as her entire body shook. Her juice began pumping inside her pussy again and I felt her pussy clenching my cock and milking it as I continued to drill her. Her contractions quickly pushed me over the edge. As her orgasm was subsiding, mine was just starting. I slid my cock back out of her, pulling.