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A Captain’s Duty by Elias Perrson

With a heavy thud, Harry threw himself down on his bed, exhausted. He just came back from a rough detention with Umbridge, where she forced him to write lines until his hand was almost numb. Hermione’s extract helped a lot with the pain, but Harry was still seething with anger. The hatred he felt for this woman was not healthy and Harry could feel how the constant anger was weighing on him, he had enough on his plate with Voldemort. He did not need another party stressing him out more.

Something had to change, that was clear. So as Harry drifted off to sleep, he plotted how to get rid of the toad.

X

Harry woke up with a new sense of purpose, having decided upon a plan, what Umbridge was doing could not be legal, but Harry needed concrete evidence and someone he could trust with it. The evidence was not a problem, with the scars and Umbridge having possession of a blood quill surely enough, but that still left the problem of who Harry could trust with the evidence. It must be someone with enough power to act outside of Fudge’s jurisdiction, Harry understood enough about politics to understand that if Fudge got word of this, he would just shut it down or warn Umbridge. No Harry needed someone from a department that stood relatively outside of Fudge’s control. Ideally someone from either the Aurors or the Dmle, Harry thought about Kingsley, but he didn’t want to drag him into this for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, he was not even supposed to know him, people would get suspicious of why Harry Potter would contact someone he on paper should have no relation to. There was also the whole order thing, which Harry did not want to jeopardize. No, it couldn’t be Kinglsey, Harry felt like there was an obvious name just escaping him, but he decided to go get something to eat before it was too late. Ron and Hermione had already left for breakfast on Harry’s request, so for once he walked down to the great hall on his own, still deep in thought Harry did not check his surroundings when coming around a corner, leading him to collide with a fellow fifth year, knocking them both over in the process.

“Oh shit, sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going” Harry apologized, helping Susan Bones up from the floor. Susan Bones was of course a Hufflepuff, which meant that Harry hadn’t talked much with her over the years, but she had also never been openly rude to him as the rest of the students tended to be, so in Harry’s eyes Susan had always seemed alright.

As Harry helped her up, he realized just which person he had been thinking about before, the one he couldn’t quite place, but now as Susan waved away his apology, he clocked who he had been thinking about. Amelia Bones, the strict lady at his hearing, who he later got told was also the head of the Dmle, was Susan Bones’s aunt. Harry could vaguely remember hearing that Susan lived with her since her parents died in the last war.

Harry realized that this was the perfect person for his mission, the head of the Dmle could make arrests on her own, which meant that they could keep Fudge out of the loop until it was too late for him to intersect.

“Susan, your aunt is the head of the Dmle right?” Harry asked, deciding not to wait, but instead ask right up.

“Yes?” Susan answered with a suspicious look, probably expecting some kind of favor, but Harry had a different approach in mind.

“What does she think of Umbridge being here and how she is conducting her teaching, I can’t imagine that she is thrilled with how little you are learning,” Harry said, he could have just asked Susan if she had any way of contacting Amelia outside of owls, but he wanted to get Susan on his side, who knew if Amelia would be willing to help him, but the support of her niece would not hurt. Susan notably perked up as Harry did not ask for any favors, she leaned closer and said, “Not here, follow me.”

Susan steered them toward an unused classroom, stepping inside. Susan locked the door and cast a spell that Harry couldn’t identify, before he could even ask, Susan answered his unasked question, “It’s a privacy spell, I can’t be heard speaking badly about Umbridge, especially not to you.” Susan said with an apologetic face. Harry just waved his hand, he understood exactly.

Seeing that Harry didn’t take her statement to heart Susan continued, “Aunt has been in a feud with that vile woman for years, aunt thinks that she has bought Fudge and that’s why she is allowed to do pretty much anything.” Susan said with an angry look, it was easy to see that Susan shared her aunt’s views, this would perhaps be easier than Harry initially thought.

“Yeah, and she is hindering the progress of all students here, in our OWL year, none the less” Harry answered back, Harry considered bringing up the threat of Voldemort, but he didn’t know where Amelia stood on the whole Voldemort being back thing, she might be with the ministry, believing that Harry was lying on Voldemort being back. Regardless, it wasn’t worth the risk, it was better to mention the education part of the problem, which Harry knew Susan cared a lot about.

That turned out to be the right decision, because as Harry finished his statement, Susan exploded in frustration, ranting about how Umbridge was going to destroy her opportunity of a career in the ministry and how she was going to disappoint her aunt. Harry took a step back from Susan, afraid that she was going to curse him by accident because of how angry she was.

Susan collected herself, Harry could see a pink tint on her cheeks, she was probably embarrassed by her outburst. “I agree, we have to get rid of her,” said Harry, going straight to the point. He could see Susan start to say something, but he talked over her, now was the time to reveal his plan. “I have evidence of Umbridge using a blood quill on students, we just need your aunt to agree on doing a raid on Umbridge's office where they will find a blood quill.”

Susan, having not been expecting this asked the first thing that came to her mind, “What student is it,” to which Harry answered by showing her his knuckles, where you could read “I must not tell lies.”

Susan gasped as she saw the scars, she gently dragged her finger over the scars. She looked up and met Harry’s gaze, there was something there that made her not comment on the scars, it was obvious that Harry didn’t want pity, he wanted justice and that’s why he had come to her, because she had the contacts to make it possible.

Susan didn’t even need to think about it, she wanted Umbridge gone as much as any other and she knew her aunt would be ecstatic if Umbridge could be linked to anything like this. “OK, I will contact my aunt and tell her about this, but you will most likely have to testify again, make sure you prepare, Fudge will try to undermine you, but don’t take the bait, if aunt finds then blood quill the law will be on your side.” With that statement Susan strolled out, leaving a reflective Harry behind, he had got what he wanted, but he had not considered the possibility that he would have to testify in court.

After his most recent time at the ministry, Harry wasn’t that keen on returning this soon, but at the same time, a trip to the ministry was a small price to pay if it meant that Umbridge got fired. With that in mind, Harry left the classroom to get some food. He needed to talk with Hermione about what he should say in court, this time he wasn’t going to hedge all his chances on Dumbledore showing up and saving him.

X

Fortunately, it turned out that Harry didn’t need to prepare for anything, because later during dinner a wild commotion could be heard outside in the halls, all students looked around to find Umbridge, but she was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t that uncommon. Umbridge ate in her quarters from time to time, but when there was conflict and someone to punish, Umbridge’s absence was notable. But it was quickly explained because when the doors to the great hall flew open, it was none other than Umbridge who strolled in, with a wild look and her wand in her hand. Harry could almost feel her gaze searching for him and as she found him at the table Harry started to stand up to defend himself against the attack, he could sense was coming, but he didn’t need to. Umbridge halfway to the Gryffindor table got tied up from behind by a sprinting Kingsley, who in turn was followed by Amelia Bones and another man that Harry couldn’t identify.

Never in his wildest dreams would Harry have imagined that Susan’s aunt would act this quickly, she must really have wanted Umbridge gone, but Harry wasn’t about to complain. There was a stunned silence in the room as Amelia approached Dumbledore, who had not even lifted a finger during the whole confrontation. The student waited in silence as Amelia whispered something to Dumbledore, before walking back to Umbridge and then to two Aurors, she attached something to the group and before Harry could even speculate what it was, they were gone.

“What as that,” Ron whispered, to which Harry answered with a shoulder shrug, it looked like a portkey, but he thought those were unusable inside of Hogwarts. Harry could see that Hermione was preparing to give some complicated answer, but she quieted down as the trio saw that Dumbledore had stood up.

“It appears as if Dolores Umbridge is being arrested for possessing and using illegal objects. We will get back to you when we have more information, but for now, I can only say that we are going to need a new defense against the dark arts teacher.” Dumbledore said, Harry could see Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle in his direction as he said that last sentence.

A stunned silence broke out for a second before the clapping started, it was impossible to say who started it but before long, the whole hall was filled with cries of joy, even the Slytherin table could be seen celebrating Umbridge being gone. She had somehow managed to make the whole school her enemy in just 2 months. Harry could even see members of the faculty celebrating in their way, much more subtle, but still noticeable to a keen eye.

Harry got dragged out of his thoughts by Angelina suddenly plopping down beside him. “Did you hear that Harry, that means that you, Fred, and George will be able to play again,” the excited brunette said, Harry almost had to laugh at her priorities, he had not even considered that as a possibility, but that was the last thing he wanted to think about right now, right now he wanted to bask in the feeling of victory. Umbridge was gone and suddenly everything did not look as bad anymore.

X

It was incredible how one change in the faculty could make such a radical difference, that was what Angelina Johnson was thinking for herself as she put the finishing touches on her charms essay. The days since Umbridge got arrested had been days of celebration for the castle and its students. Dumbledore was yet to find a new defense against the dark arts teacher, which meant that he was stepping in himself, all around the castle the students were talking about what Dumbledore had taught them. All was well, except for the question about the quidditch team. Angelina had been right, the morning after Umbridge was removed Dumbledore announced that any suspension or rules put in place by Umbridge would be void, making Harry eligible to play quidditch again.

Angelina had been giggly with excitement at the prospect of getting her first team back but getting them, all back turned out to be much harder than anticipated.  Fred and George had been on without a second thought, with both wanting a worthy last season, but Harry declined initially. He couldn’t explain it to a seething Angelina, but he didn’t even know why himself. He just wasn’t as keen on playing anymore, the love he once felt was still there, but not as strong anymore. Coupled with all else that was still going on in his life, he decided that he wouldn’t play, but to say that Angelina didn’t accept his no was almost an understatement.

In the following three days, Angelina tried everything possible to change Harry’s mind, everything from threats to bribes, but nothing seemed to work. Harry was nothing if not stubborn and he just plain ignored her, in his mind, he didn’t owe her anything. Angelina was now gearing up for a last stand, a last try to convince Harry before she cut her losses. She, Katie, and Alicia had the night before called for a panic meeting to discuss what to do with Harry. It had gone on for a while but eventually, Katie and Alicia had just straight up told Angelina that she was the captain, she was going to have to figure this out on her own. Alicia had in the dying moments of their meeting proposed very jokingly that Angelina should seduce Harry into playing.

Angelina had laughed at the statement, taking it as the joke it was meant to be, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that maybe Alicia was into something. Harry multiple times told her that they had nothing to offer him that would change his mind and Angelina agreed, until now. Seducing Harry could be the only thing she could offer up, that he didn’t already have access to. Angelina had no idea what kind of sexual experience Harry had, but what she did know was that if he had any, they were with less good-looking girls than her. Angelina was not dumb; she knew that she had the most sought-after body at Hogwarts.

It didn’t take a genius to understand what the males were lusting after and Angelina with her athletic but still voluptuous body was a wet dream to many. Angelina was confident that she had any of Harry's previous partners beat in both the breast and ass department. She was also more experienced, she was no slag, but she had been around a bit, and with Harry being years younger than her, she would surely be able to rock his world.

The more she thought of the idea the more she warmed to it, she wanted this trophy and although it pained her to say, there was no doubt that Harry was their best player and they needed him. Sleeping with him was a worthy sacrifice. Had it been someone like Malfoy, Angelina would have never gone for it, but Harry was easy on the eye, and she trusted him to not go around bragging. Having come to that decision she packed her things up and left the library, making her way to the Gryffindor tower, she thought about going searching for Harry straight away, but decided against it. She was confident in her ability to seduce him, but some extra makeup and some more revealing clothes would certainly not hurt.  ‘

X

Harry, having just finished his last essay for the week, looked irate as Angelina approached, he was quickly losing patience with Angelina, and just as he prepared to send away, he stopped in his tracks. There was something different about her this time, she was moving with more of a purpose than before, the last 2 times she had approached him she had been looking almost dejected, but this time she looked confident. There was also something off with what she was wearing, the tight-fitting blouse would be quite normal on a weekend, but it was Thursday, and there was no way she had been wearing that to class.

Suddenly interested, Harry decided to hear her out. Angelina sat down beside Harry and nodded at him in acknowledgment, there was no point in small talk, they both knew what Angelina was trying to accomplish, but only Angelina knew how she planned to convince him. “Could you please come with me for a moment,” said Angelina with an unreadable face. Harry, having expected this, stood up and gestured to Angelina to go ahead. As they climbed out of the portrait, they passed Katie and Alicia. The girls share a look, before Angelina grabs Harry’s hand pulling away, behind them Harry can hear both Alicia and Katie giggling madly. Harry threw Angelina a questioning look, but Angelina just shook her head in response.

The pair walked for a while before they reached a corridor of abandoned classrooms, Harry recognized this area from all the training sessions last year, but he could not understand what they were doing there. His interest was now at an all-time high, none of Angelina’s previous attempts had ever been this subtle, or so he thought initially. Angelina pulled Harry inside one of the classrooms and suddenly Harry couldn’t say that Angelina was being subtle anymore. Because as the door shut behind them Angelina unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her chest, where a bra was notably missing. Angelina did not attempt to cover herself instead she pushed her chest forward, further enhancing her tits. Not that they needed it, Harry had known before that Angelina’s tits were one of the most talked about sets of tits at the school, but words really couldn’t make them justice.

Harry couldn’t do anything but stare at the perfection that was her tits, they were big but not big enough to sag, instead, they stood firm on her chest. Her nipples were a lighter pink, making them contrast beautifully to her darker skin. As Angelina finally spoke, Harry had to physically drag his eyes away from her breast, so that he could concentrate on what she was saying.

“Alright Harry here is the deal, you agree to return immediately to the quidditch team, and you get to do whatever you want to me right now, within reason,” said Angelina, adding that last part seemingly as an afterthought. She doubted that Harry could come up with anything extreme enough, but it didn’t hurt to restrict him some. “Wait, let me get this straight, you are willing to sleep with me, just to get me back on the quidditch team?” said Harry with a shocked tone. In his eyes, this made no sense, but he was only a male and Angelina’s tits were begging for a grope. If this was what Angelina was offering there was no doubt that Harry would agree, he wasn’t even that opposed to playing quidditch, especially if this would become a repeated thing.

“Yes, but only this time, don’t think this will be a recurring thing” Angelina replied, as if she read his mind. Harry nodded in acknowledgment, it wasn’t every day you get the opportunity to sleep with the hottest girl in the school and Harry wasn’t going to let that go to waste.

“I agree,” said Harry, accepting Angelina’s terms, Angelina threw him a blinding smile. “Welcome back then, now how do you want me?” Angelina replied, expecting Harry to get straight to fucking, but Harry had other plans. Harry was no sexual expert, but he knew enough that he didn’t make the mistake of moving fast. Even though Angelina said no repeats, Harry still wanted her to enjoy the encounter, and who knows maybe she would change her mind.

Harry stalked over to Angelina, closing the gap between them. He gently tilted Angelina’s head up and leaned in for a kiss, initially, Angelina was unresponsive, but it didn’t take her long to respond with vigor, kissing Harry back aggressively, their tongues dueling for dominance. Angelina grabbed at Harry’s looks, forcing them closer together, Harry, unsure what to do with his hand, just let them rest at her sides. Harry was normally quite confident in everything he did, but this time he was on uncharted water, all his previous sexual experiences had been with people with roughly the same experience as him, but here with an older girl, who probably had a lot more experience than him, Harry was feeling out of his dept.

Perhaps sensing his uncertainty, Angelina grabbed one of his hands and forced it down to her ass, Harry took that as his cue and grabbed at her ass, forcing them even closer together. Harry could feel Angelina’s tits pressed against his chest with her nipples almost cutting through his t-shirt. Angelina’s ass was toned from all the training but still soft somehow and Harry once again realized that he was living half of the Hogwarts population's dream.

Angelina eventually grew tired of the kissing, Harry was quite a good kisser, but it was evident that he would not progress the encounter, she needed to take the initiative. Pushing Harry back a bit, she reached in between their entangled bodies and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned upper body, Angelina’s mouth watered as she laid eyes on Harry’s abs, she had always had a thing for muscles and Harry’s upper body was doing it for her. Harry let out a surprised grunt as Angelina licked his pecs, tracing the muscle definition with her tongue. Harry hardened instantly as Angelina continued down, kissing each ab, before reaching trousers, which you could now see tenting in an obvious indication of Harry’s arousal.

Angelina felt a pulse in her nether regions as she unbuckled Harry’s belt, Angelina was a bit of a size queen and the size of the tent in Harry’s trousers was very promising. Once his belt was unbuckled Angelina wasted no time, pushing his trousers and underwear down in the same motion, exposing Harry’s cock to the cold air. However, Angelina had underestimated Harry’s length which meant that when his cock sprung out from its confines, it hit Angelina square in the face with a smack.

But Angelina didn’t seem to mind, instead, she just stared at the monster resting on her face, she had caught glimpses of Harry in the changing room the year before, but it seemed like he went through a growing spurt. Harry let out a moan as Angelina gently grabbed his dick, further investigating it, she finally seemed to conclude as she said “Mm, I can work with this.”

A feeling of excitement flowed through Harry at the praise, and it only got bigger as Angelina gave his whole dick a lick, from the top down to his neatly trimmed pubes. “Mm tastes alright as well and trimmed. Who knows if you keep this up you may even earn yourself a repeat” Angelina said with a breathless voice. She was already imagining how this monster would feel inside of her, but let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Angelina knew that Harry would need plenty of lubrication when fucking her, and a sloppy blowjob was certainly one way of doing it.

“ohh,” Harry moaned as Angelina took his tip in her mouth, Harry had gotten one blowjob before, but it only took one second before he could feel the difference in skill. Where the previous girl had struggled with his size, Angelina just swallowed half of his length in mere seconds. She bobbed her head up and down, lavishing his shaft with, while making sure to swirl her tongue on the tip as much as possible. It didn’t take long for Harry to lose control, he didn’t want to come quick, but Angelina’s blowjob just felt too good and when he warned her that he was close, she just took more of his dick down her throat.

The tight feeling of Angelina’s throat was too much for Harry and he let himself go with a grunt. Rope after rope of semen splashed into Angelina’s mouth, but she dutifully swallowed. Swallowing wasn’t normally her favorite, but she felt like Harry deserved something extra for supplying such a nice cock for her. She also needed to take the edge of him, so that he would last a bit longer when the main course arrived. Once Harry had deposited all his cum in her mouth, Angelina let Harry’s cock escape her mouth, expecting it to soften, but to her surprise, it stayed as hard as ever.

“Damn a big cock and stamina, your future girlfriend is going to be very happy,” said Angelina with a grin, “But now it’s my time to be happy.” As she finished her sentence she stood back up and shimmed out of her shorts, exposing that the bra hadn’t been the only thing missing in her outfit. Now totally naked she grabbed her wand, transformed a nearby desk into a bed, and laid down. It would have been sexy to do it on a desk, but this was much nicer on her back, and it would allow them more flexibility.

Angelina crawled up to the headboard, before laying down on her back, spreading her legs in a clear invitation for Harry to join her. Harry could only bless his luck as he approached the goddess in front of him, her pink pussy stood in stark contrast with the rest of her body, and it was calling for his attention. Harry carefully dropped down a few feet away from where Angelina had expected him, but Harry once again surprised her as he carefully bent down between her legs and gave her slit a lick. Arousal exploded through Angelina’s body as she was not only treated to the sexy visual of Harry Potter licking her out but also to Harry’s surprisingly talented tongue.

Harry having no prior experience relied upon what he had heard the other guys talking about, he swirled his tongue in random patterns, it was a bit of an odd taste, but Harry found himself enjoying going down on Angelina, much helped by her sexy moans. “Ohh, a bit higher, yees right there,” Angelina said, with her voice increasing in pitch as Harry found her sensitive spots. Angelina seemed to be very sensitive just above her opening, so when Harry dove in again, he made sure to also massage that spot with his thumb.

Angelina could not believe that Harry was turning out to be such a good partner, she doubted that he had a lot of experience, which was made clear by his early hesitancy. It must be a natural talent, she concluded as she was swept away by yet another flood of arousal, at this pace she would be reaching her climax in no time. Normally Angelina would have no problem with her partner taking care of her first, but this situation was different, she was supposed to be the sex god, and she was the one that was supposed to rock Harry’s world, not the other way around. Reluctantly Angelina pushed Harry's head away, it wasn’t an easy decision, but she couldn’t let Harry show her up like this. “I need you in me right now,” Angelina could barely recognize her voice, she sounded like a completely different person, someone who was so desperate for cock that she couldn’t speak properly.

Well, that wasn’t too far from reality, but she was not the only one who was excited, once Harry straightened himself, Angelina could see his monster cock ready to go. It was looking bigger than ever and as Harry approached her on his knees Angelina doubted for a moment that it would even fit, but her arousal shut those thoughts down and she told Harry to get on with it.

Harry carefully placed his crown at her entrance and gently inserted his tip, making sure not to go too fast. He continued to move very slowly as Angelina panted from the feeling of fullness overtaking her. She had been with a couple of well-endowed guys before, but nothing compared to this. It felt as if Harry was pushing her organs out of the way as he continued to make steady progress until he eventually bottomed out. They both lay still for some seconds, catching their breaths, before Harry started moving. At the start he was very gentle with her, thrusting down with slow and careful movements. It was probably for her best, but Angelina didn’t appreciate Harry treating her like a doll.

“Come on Harry, fuck me like you mean it,” she said, trying to provoke Harry into action, which turned out to be much more effective. Harry realized that Angelina could take it and started to move with more powerful movements, he was only withdrawing about half of his cock before thrusting, but now he was going back and making sure to bottom out every single thrust. The bed squeaked from the tempo, but it could barely be heard over Angelina’s cries. “OHH Yeeees don’t stop,” she half moaned half shouted out.

Harry of course had no intention of stopping, but hearing her reaction made him turn it another notch, throwing himself back and forward, his thighs smacking Angelina with a loud “thump” for each thrust. Angelina’s tits were bouncing wildly as Harry went to town on her. Angelia could do nothing but hang on, a small part of her wanted to be in more control of the situation, but the feeling of Harry’s cock filling her up could not be challenged.

Harry grunted from the excursion as he tried to keep tempo, he desperately wanted to prolong this, but Angelina’s pussy just felt too good, and he could feel how his stamina was running out. “I’m going to cum,” he managed to grunt out to Angelina, giving her the option of telling him where to finish. “Cum in me, I am on the pill,” Angelina answered back. Angelina’s whole body was tingling as she waited for Harry’s release, she had been on edge for some time now, but she couldn’t get there. But as Harry let himself go inside of her, that turned out to be enough to trigger her climax. “CUMMING” she shouted as Harry released rope after rope of cum in her welcoming pussy.

When Harry’s tank was empty, he had tried to remove his half-hard dick from Angelina, but her still spasming pussy had him in an iron grip. He eventually managed to draw himself back, which allowed a torrent of cum to escape, but Harry couldn’t care less. He crawled up beside Angelina and laid down on the duvets, completely spent. “Was that enough to earn me a repeat” Harry joked, but he got no answer. Harry looked over at Angelina and to his amusement, Angelina was fast asleep, completely naked and with his cum still leaking out of her.

Harry decided to follow her lead, a nap certainly sounded like a great idea. “ This really was a great deal,” Harry thought as he let sleep take him away.  

Alliance of Families by StormFox

Hiding behind a bush, Harry Potter felt sadness wash over him. It was his safe space. The place he would visit when he wanted to get his thoughts in order or just needed some time alone. He was savouring his first minutes alone without the Dursleys, finally escaping the sheer amount of household work he had been forced to endure all summer.

Painfully suppressed memories of the graveyard popped into his mind. The images of Cedric when he had been hit by the Rat’s dreadful green spell, lifeless eyes looking at Harry, an accusatory look on the student’s face.

An overwhelming feeling of guilt washed over him.

It is my fault he was murdered, Harry sighed. Why did I have to try and share the victory?

What made things even worse was the reaction of Amos, Cedric’s father. The older man’s look of pure agony and disbelief still broke Harry’s heart.

“No one should have to bury their son,” Harry murmured, “It is just not fair.”

He was still thinking about writing a letter to Cedric’s father, even if it was just to tell him the truth about how his son died and how it was all his fault, but he couldn’t bring himself to inflict any more pain.

Harry’s body trembled, and a lone tear ran down his cheek.

“No one else can die because of me,” he vowed to himself.

“Crying, Freak? Are you crying because your freak mom left you?”

Harry spun around. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice that Dudley, his cousin, had found him, ready to indulge in his favourite hobby – bullying Harry.

“Talk, Boy! Did you swallow your tongue? Poor baby Potter,” Dudley snarled with an ugly smirk.

“Just leave me alone, Dudley, not ri-,” Harry attempted to respond when the fist of the older boy crashed into his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. The last thing he saw before his vision went black and his body fell on the floor was the other fist flying right toward his face.

“-ke up, Freak.”

Harry felt disoriented, his head throbbing painfully. He couldn’t recall why he was lying on the floor or who the person who was talking to him was. Rough hands began to shake him violently, desperately trying to lift him up. When he finally managed to attempt to open his eyes, Harry was blinded by the streetlight, the throbbing headache worsening.

“We need to go home, Freak. Now! I’m hungry.”

Then Harry remembered the hit, and fury surged inside of him.

How dare he hit me? Enough is enough! Harry pulled out his wand, fully aware of the possible consequences of hexing his cousin. Should he be kicked out of Hogwarts and the magical world, it didn’t matter anymore. If all he was getting from it was pain, why would he keep trying to save all of them from Voldemort? He wasn’t going to let anyone treat him like trash anymore.

The tip of his wand was already glowing bright green, even though Harry didn’t know how he had learned to cast the spell of his nightmares. The cast was interrupted when the streetlight began flickering. Harry lost his focus, startled by the situation.

Harry felt something wasn’t quite right. Looking around, he wondered what was happening while keeping his wand in a ready position if he needed to defend himself.

This is weird… Why do all the lights in the street flicker?, Harry thought, puzzled.

That was when he saw the grass next to them starting to move. It started slowly at first as if a simple breeze was the reason it was moving. But it was only a short time before its movements increased in intensity. When he began to feel a cold wave roll over him, a realisation started to dawn on Harry.

And then he saw them: Twenty figures were floating around the corner of Privet Drive. Their long black cloaks hid all of their features except the grey, slimy hands raised towards Harry as if trying to pull him into a hug.

Why are there Dementors here in Little Whinging? Harry asked himself, I thought they were limited to Azkaban?

“What are you doing, boy? Stop it. You’re going to get expelled! I’m going to tell my parents!” Dudley shouted, his face masked with the terror the boy was facing. This reminded Harry of his cousin’s presence.

I need to help him. Even he doesn’t deserve this fate, he decided.

Aiming his wand at the nearest Dementor floating towards them, Harry concentrated on the one memory that did produce his patronus, his parents caring for him– the family he never had– and Sirius. But the thoughts didn’t create the big, happy feelings they usually would. Instead, he felt a pang of guilt. They were all gone, all gone because of him. Still, he tried to get Prongs to appear.

“Expecto patronum!” he shouted insecurely, hoping his silvery stag patronus would appear. But only some light mist formed, barely enough to be visible.

Knowing it wouldn’t be enough, he considered other memories he could use. First to his mind came Hermione and Ron, his best friends from school. He quickly shook this idea off when the raw disappointment of them ignoring him all summer started to surface. All the doubt and being left alone once again affected the memory too much to work.

When Harry looked back up, the Dementor was mere metres away. He had only one chance left. Thinking frantically about what would be enough, Harry pulled– against better knowledge– all memories of his favourite sport, Quidditch, into his mind, not having any better idea. Happiness started to fill Harry.

This is my last chance, Harry recognised through the thick mist that began clogging his mind.

Out of the corner, he could see a second Dementor reaching Dudley. Harry was unwilling to let him die; he would have to get the patronus now.

“Expecto patronum!” Harry shouted for the second time today, but only some dense mist left his wand. He willed the fog to move towards Dudley and the Dementor, who had started to pull the boy into the air on the hem of his shirt. Harry knew it wouldn’t be enough, but he had to try either way. The mist started to thin out the further it dispersed, only the tiniest amount hitting the Dementor, who quickly brushed it away.

Harry knew it was over; his mother’s crying overwhelmed his mind. Defenceless, he could only watch the Dementor pulling Dudley higher and higher, its second hand rising to remove the hood of their cloak.

What Harry saw brought shivers all over his body. A face without eyes or a nose appeared under the hood. The only thing visible on the pale grey, smooth face was a big open mouth in the middle of the bubblehead-like face. He could only watch as the Dementor started to pull Dudley’s face towards it. With each centimetre, they got closer, and a more enormous amount of white fog was being sucked out of the boy’s mouth.

A quiet “NO” was the only thing Harry could whisper in his weakened state when he saw their lips touch and a big glob of light leaving his cousin, being swallowed by the Dementor. With Dudley’s soul gone, it let the teenager’s lifeless body fall to the ground as if it was disposing of trash it didn’t need anymore.

Harry stood frozen in place from what he had witnessed when the other Dementor reached him. I am sorry, Mum. I couldn’t do it; I disappointed you. With this last thought, excruciating pain in his forehead washed over him when the Dementor’s lips touched his.

His world faded out as the Dementor’s icy touch pulled him deeper into despair. He could hear the eerie, soul-chilling wails of the creature echoing in his ears as his memories twisted and contorted, manifesting as his deepest fears and most painful experiences. The darkness seemed endless, and Harry felt his consciousness slipping away.

Harry’s body started to stir, aching in the most uncomfortable way it ever had, making him want to scream out in agony. The constant throbbing in his scar that he had carried with himself since the night in the graveyard felt like it was about to rip his head apart, maybe even his whole body. His mind was entirely consumed by the sheer agony that he was feeling; Harry didn’t notice the voice trying to talk to him, attempting to soothe his pain.

I want to die. Please let me die. I want no more. Harry thought desperately, tears of pain streaming down his face.

When he thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, another wave of torment washed over his body, and he felt his scar physically rip apart. A warm, blood-like liquid spilt out of the fresh wound running down his forehead, but it was black and thick as honey. The more liquid emerged from Harry’s head, the clearer his thoughts became, and the pain slowly faded away.

“Harry, come back to me. It will be over soon. Just hold on a little longer,” a comforting voice repeated as if singing a weird chant.  The tone of the voice was oddly familiar to him; he remembered it but couldn’t put a name to its owner.

This was when Harry noticed that the texture of the ground beneath him was different. Gone were the rough paved stones of Privet Drive that had been digging into his arms and legs since he had crashed down. It was replaced by a warm but still hard floor of the granite he was now laying on. Continuing to explore the floor around him with his hands, Harry expected a large pool of blood to be right in front of his face but was surprised by the lack of it. The only thing he could feel was a steady river of the liquid flowing away from him.

Still feeling the blood-like liquid oozing out of the wound on his head, Harry tried to slowly open his eyes. However, he couldn’t see anything, as if a thick white fog was lying over his eyes. In shock, Harry started searching for the glasses he had been wearing since infancy. When he noticed they weren’t on his face, panic flooded his mind.

Where are my glasses? Harry desperately fidgeted around on the floor, trying to locate the glasses he seemed to have lost when he had been deposited from the Dementor.

The horror of the situation, as Harry lay defenceless and blind on the floor, started to overwhelm him. Panic took a firm hold of his actions. His movements became more uncontrolled and erratic, as if Harry was in a frenzy.

“Everything is alright, my boy; you are safe here,” the voice, a male one, was trying to calm him. It was a steady and friendly voice, but its authority was unmistakable. The man sounded like somebody in his mid-twenties, but it conveyed the experience nobody of this age should be able to possess.

Harry was sure he had never heard the older man’s voice, but it was soothing to him nonetheless. He knew now that he wasn’t alone and didn’t doubt this man’s unspoken promise even for a second. He would keep him safe here, a feeling the young man didn’t know.

Being safe was a foreign concept for Harry. He had never been safe before, not in Hogwarts or any other place in the wizarding world, and never when he had lived with the Dursleys. But now he felt safe, being protected by the robust and warm man next to him. It was a feeling Harry was savouring, making him relax entirely in the soothing warmth it radiated through his body.

Harry didn’t know how long he was lying like that, unable to talk yet, when he felt a tingling, cold feeling under his skin moving towards his eyes. The feeling was foreign but familiar at the same time. It felt similar to the times Harry used powerful magic, especially transformations. But it was different than usual. It was cold, so very cold. He couldn’t understand how something could feel so warm and freezing simultaneously.

He noticed the presence moving around in his body, poking and probing every now and then. It made Harry shiver as it climbed higher and higher, starting from the tips of his toes. When the feeling reached his eyes, he could feel the sensation slow down, as if taking time to figure out what issue was within them since his birth. After what felt like an hour, the sensation started moving something in his eyes, evicting small waves of pain throughout Harry’s body. He felt the throbbing ebb away in the blink of an eye, replaced by a sense of happiness that, strangely, didn’t feel like his own. It felt a bit like how the sensation had felt just a few seconds ago; it felt familiar.

Finally, the feeling started to retreat into Harry’s core, and his vision slowly began to clear. The fog lit up in small patches, letting glimpses of scenery through it, with the first thing in sight being a newspaper rack.

The daily prophet! Harry thought cheerfully.

But something wasn’t right. The displayed papers were plain white as if they had never seen a drop of ink. Now that Harry had a moment to think about it, he started wondering why the rack was so transparent. It reminded him a lot of the ghosts of Hogwarts in their silvery, shiny visuals.

After taking in the rest of the scenery, Harry was able to recognise the place he was at. Memories flooded him—his first meeting with the Weasleys, the hope of a better life, and the enormous big red train, the Hogwarts Express. Standing in front of the majestic vehicle, Harry knew something weird had happened. He was at platform 9 3/4, at King’s Cross station in London, clueless about how he got there.

Not a soul was around, and the only things he could see were the Hogwarts Express, ready for departure, and the trickle of blood that had finally stopped flowing from the wound in his head. The remaining liquid continued like a snake towards one of the benches at the platform, the end starting to trail away from Harry.

Filled with curiosity, the boy stood up, noticing the apparent ease of his movements. Only a faint glimpse of the pain he had carried his whole life was left. He knew that it had come from the sheer amount of abuse he had to endure in his youth; all the broken bones and concussions, followed by the neglect of those injuries, seemed to affect his body in the long term. Even Madam Pomfrey hadn’t been able to fix the issues during his time at Hogwarts, stating they would be permanent. After years, he had come to terms with living with the pain as best as he could.

But now, it seemed to be almost gone. Harry didn’t feel any pain in his muscles anymore. His bones felt as good as new. Most importantly, his constant headaches were also gone, both in his scar and the usual ones. He only felt a tiredness he wasn’t accustomed to, a deep, satisfied tiredness from the feeling in his core.

Standing straight, Harry took a few cautious steps towards the bench, where blood trickling disappeared. The sight that he was greeted by left the boy in shock. A sickly-looking baby was lying under the seat, the last drops of the blood river currently pushed through the infant’s navel area, penetrating the skin. The young body was trembling as if dunked into ice water, its body sickly thin.

When it opened its eyes, Harry recoiled. He immediately recognised the eyes looking back at him, the vicious red slits being burned into his mind from the duel he had at the end of last year.

“How is this possible? Why does this child look like Voldemort?” Harry shouted in utter confusion, unable to understand why he was there and what this baby was. He recognised the face. Now that he could connect the dots, he saw the expression of his year-long foe. The enemy that found him year after year, making his life terrible. The enemy that killed his parents but couldn’t kill the one-year-old Harry Potter, making him The Boy Who Lived. The enemy that ripped away all the happiness he was supposed to have.

“Harry. I will explain.”

Harry spun around, swearing under his breath. How could he forget the man calming him down? He recoiled again at the sight that awaited him when faced with the source of the voice. It was as if he was looking into a mirror. The man he was standing in front of had precisely the same features as him, from the black untamed hair to the high facial cheekbones, even his ears. Harry would have sworn they were clones if the person in front of him hadn’t looked around a decade older.

That’s when their eyes locked, and Harry could see their difference. The glistening eyes filled with unshed tears looked at the boy before him. They were the only thing revealing his father’s fond and saddened soul through the reserved stance the man portrayed in his body language.

“Dad? Is that you?” Harry asked incredulously as his eyes started to water up, even though he dreaded the answer. 

It couldn’t be.

His father had been dead for over a decade. How could he be here?

“Yes, my son. It’s me. Come with me. We have a lot to talk about and not enough time.” James Potter said to his son, carefully keeping his composure as he held his hand out for the younger Potter to take.

Harry wanted to take the hand, immediately reaching out, when he remembered the baby under the bench. He didn’t want to leave it there. It looked so miserable. He had to do something to help it, even if it looked like the foe that had inflicted him and his family so much pain.

“Can we do anything about this thing? We shouldn’t leave it here,” Harry pleaded to his father.

“I am sorry, son, but we can’t. It doesn’t have a chance anymore. Only a faint piece of a soul is left, and that part will also be collected soon. Son, we need to go,” His dad wore an apologetic look on his face.

When Harry reluctantly took his hand, James led Harry towards a bench on the other side of the platform, right in front of the train.

“Am I dead?” Harry blurted out the moment they sat down.

“Not yet, my son. We are in Limbo right now. You are neither completely alive nor dead at the moment. You are right in between,” James explained. He then stopped to think about how to explain everything to Harry. “I believe you can decide which way to take. It is your decision to get on the train and join the next big adventure or stay in your life.”

“You sound just like Dumbledore when you say that,” Harry chuckled, having heard that exact wording multiple times from his headmaster. Pondering about it, he realised that the headmaster seemed to have had an enormous influence on James. The stoic man in front of him was no longer the careless prankster he was back at school. James Potter had aged considerably.

“What happens on that great adventure? I don’t think I want to go back. There is nothing that is holding me there. I’m scared, Dad,” he admitted to his father, desperately seeking comfort.

“I know Harry. The world maltreated you. You shouldn’t have to deal with the problems you have to deal with.” James’ words were filled with sadness. “You never chose any of this… Let me share something with you before you make your final decision..”

“When you were born, a prophecy was made, and ever since, it has affected both you and Voldemort, Harry. You were born into a war, a war so cruel, I had nightmares about it every night. That prophecy demands that YOU have to be the person to kill the Dark Lord. It can only be you, and we went into hiding to protect our young baby from the wrath of a serial killer.” James finally told his son the things he had been keeping inside for so long. “I am sorry, but we let you down. He found us in the end. I cannot tell you the full prophecy. I am not allowed to. Find it in the ministry, my son, and listen to it. The magical world is probably on your shoulders. I would rather have you join us, but it’s not the right time yet. Not until you are truly ready and have lived a long and happy life, maybe even some grandchildren for me and Lily.” James winked suggestively after the last statement.

Harry was confused by all the information disclosed to him. How could a teenager be expected to kill a full-grown wizard, especially the most potent wizard of the generation? However, things were now starting to fall into place for him. He was finally able to understand why Voldemort had been trying so hard to kill him repeatedly. Why had the wizard taken Harry’s blood for his resurrection ritual? Why did nobody tell him? Why was he treated like this if he was meant to kill the Dark Lord in the end?

“But why should I go back? I just want my freedom. I don’t care about the wizarding world anymore. They can die for all I care because of how they treated me!” Harry shouted into his father’s face.

He was furious, hurt by the secrets that were kept from him, the pain he was subjected to, and the training that he would have needed. Disappointed in the support he had been given from Dumbledore and all the other wizards. His anger spiralled higher and higher until he felt two strong hands pull him into an embrace, causing his rage to collapse like a house of cards, replaced by profound sadness. He knew that his father was right. He would need to return, unwilling to let the wizarding population lose this conflict. Even more than that, He wanted the dark lord killed by his own hands. He wanted to punish Riddle for what he did to him.

“I know, son. I know. But that isn’t you. I’ve seen it. You are a protector, just as my father had been. As much as I would like you to, Potters don’t run away from their respon-” James tried explaining to his son, but he was interrupted by the teenager.

“Is it my responsibility? I don’t think so, and maybe I should just run away like you did.” Harry blurted out, but once he saw the evident hurt in his father’s eyes, he instantly regretted his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“It is alright,” a saddened James Potter said. “I’ve never been as brave as you or my father, Charlus. I never had to. Being born into a world of peace, there was no need to be prepared. I never learned my family’s magic because it wasn’t needed. Until the war started and you have become a target, we tried living a normal life. Then, it was too late; nobody could train me anymore when Charlus and my mother, Dorea, were killed by the dark lord. The only thing I tried since then was to protect you. I did EVERYTHING I could. I’m so sorry it wasn’t enough, Harry.” 

The boy could see the feeling of utter defeat his father had experienced. He understood him. There was no need for a warrior, so his father developed into one only when it was almost too late.

“But I am not a fighter either, Dad. I am not taught well, have bad grades, and am not overly powerful.” Harry confessed. “I won’t be able to defeat him. I am nothing.” Harry could feel the arms around him tightening, squeezing him a little, the warmth of his father radiating towards him.

“Bullshit, Harry. Yes, you shouldn’t have been this lax with your education, but I can’t hold that against you as a former marauder. But that isn’t something you cannot fix. You have the drive you need!” James encouraged him. “And you are really powerful. Didn’t you feel your magic repair your eyesight? All of the other injuries you had? I’ve bloody seen it. You were glowing. Not even the old goat has produced such an aura in a long time.”

Harry thought about the tingling he had felt a few minutes ago and had to accept that his father was right. There was a lot of power inside of him. He could feel it. The power he didn’t have before everything that happened today was enclosed in his core. However, he sensed it lacked the pure warmth he was used to. He felt like something had come back, something that had been inside him for a long time, and was now settling back into his core, readily greeted by the usual warmth.

“Dad, what is this feeling inside of me? This tingle. I remember it from using spells, but it is different now.” Harry questioned his father, fueled by curiosity. “Why does it feel different after I got kissed by the Dementor?”

James Potter chuckled at his son’s lack of knowledge until he saw Harry’s confused look. “You really don’t know? What did the old goat Dumbledore even teach you? The answer is quite simple: It is your magic.”

“Magic as we know it resides in all living beings, even the muggles. But it depends on how much of it you have and if you can access it. If you want to know more about it, you will find a book about it pretty soon.” James started to explain, taking a break after answering the first question.

An expression of uncertainty painted his face as he continued. “About the second question, I don’t know it either.” The older Potter ended his explanation, a shimmer of guilt twitching in front of his hazel eyes.

“What should I do now, Dad? How should I continue?” Harry asked, missing the glimpse in his father’s eyes. “Will I just wake up and train more than ever before? Will I get myself ready for the inevitable fight?”

The expression of the man changed into a more thoughtful look. “Yes, Harry. I believe you will just wake up. But even though it hurts me, I don’t think you should return as Harry Potter, at least not yet.”

Harry looked confused, not understanding what his father meant. “Not as Harry Potter? What do you mean, Dad?”

“I think it is time you become the lord you were destined to be. That would make your work a lot easier. You will have to be Lord Potter soon.” James explained further, raising his hand as he noticed his son wanted to talk back, silencing him. “Harry, stop. I know from experience that it is hard to walk this path. I hated politics just as much as you do. But it is the only way. The ministry will be coming for you. I wouldn’t even be surprised if they try to imprison you for performing a patronus on an open street. Fudge has always been a fool.”

“But I DEFENDED myself, Dad.” Harry roared in a barely concealed fury. “Aren’t we allowed to use magic in life-threatening situations?”

James laughed. “I mean, yes, theoretically, you are. But these are politicians we are talking about. They don’t have a sense of right or wrong and will use this to their advantage. I’ve seen it happen the last time around. To save you, they would have to admit that they lost control of these monsters if they didn’t send them themselves.”

Harry had to concede that point to his father. He knew which route the minister would take. They would lay the blame on ‘The boy who lived,’ would try to take him in, put him on trial, and throw him into Azkaban, just as they did with Sirius all these years ago. Fudge would never put up the courage to help Harry. The minister instead took the coward’s way of denying all the proof presented to him. He had to sustain himself like he always had done.

“You are right, Dad. I need to be strong right now, a strength my name cannot carry yet.” Harry accepted his father’s advice just as he started feeling a pulling sensation right around his navel. “Dad, it feels like something is trying to pull me away from here. I don’t want to go yet.”

James’ eyes started to fill with tears, noticing that their time here was coming to an end.

“It will be alright, son. I feel it, too. We both have to go. Death wants me back and would like to take you, too. You need to go before he is here, son.” The older Potter closed the gap between them once more and hugged his son tightly, trying to show his love for him with this simple physical act.

The boy revelled in the feeling a second time this day until he felt the pull strengthen. “Dad, I need to go. I can feel it. I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, Harry! Lily loves you. She wanted to be the one to come and see you, but it had to be me. We will wait for you. But make sure to live your life and find a woman just as wonderful as I’ve found. Someone who is going to tell me all your embarrassing stories.” Chuckling, James reluctantly let go, stepping away as he saw Harry starting to fade away.

“Be careful, son.” That was the last thing the proud father said before seeing Harry vanish with a determined look on his face.

Catch The Snitch - Ayessel

Description - Harry was bitten by a werewolf in 3rd year, but due to complications, won’t change on full moons. While normally that would be enough for anyone to be assuaged of their guilt as they would be free from losing control every full moon, the heightened senses and strength still make Harry wary of any form of rough sex. Hermione has a plan to draw out his more animalistic side, all she needs to do is act on it.

Tags - Rough Sex, Degradation, Breeding Kink

Hermione Granger had never been normal.

Whether that be by society’s standards, her parent’s standards, her peer’s standards, or even her own.

She was fine with this. Really, she was. This was partly the fault of her best friend, Harry Potter.

She had been an outcast in primary school and never really had much in the way of friends. She would prefer to sit with a book and lose herself in a different world to distract from the fact no one wanted her.

Then her Hogwarts letter arrived and everything changed. She couldn’t help the hope that had bubbled in her chest as McGonagall had explained to her and her parents the existence of magic. Finally, she had an excuse for why she felt like an outsider, and why people never wanted to play with her or talk to her. She was a witch and that was why she was different!

That hope was crushed when she actually went to Hogwarts, she found that instead of like-minded individuals and opportunities to make friends she was met with scorn and annoyance due to her intelligence. It had broken her completely to see that even in a world full of all sorts of magic and wonder that nothing was different. To everyone else she was still a know-it-all, a swot, a bushy-haired buck-toothed bookworm whose very presence grated on the nerves.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but she wouldn’t leave Hogwarts, no matter how the isolation hurt her. Magic was too good for her to give up on, or so she thought.

Halloween came around and after some comments courtesy of Ron Weasey, all of the taunting looks and giggling behind her back all came crashing down on her despite how much she tried to tamp it down and Ignore it.

She had been crying in the toilets for what felt like hours when she smelled something utterly foul, she was confused before sheer terror had gripped her as huge lumbering footsteps clued her into the fact that she was not alone and whatever was in there wasn’t friendly in the slightest.

She had thought she was going to die. Her life flashed before her eyes and she couldn’t help being disappointed at what it showed, she wasn’t nearly happy enough with all she had done to simply lie down and take it, but then the unexpected happened. Harry bloody Potter threw himself on the back of a fully-grown mountain troll just to save her.

It was at that moment, she retroactively realised, that she had devoted herself completely and utterly to Harry. That moment there was the foundation for her loyalty to Harry and eventually, her love for him.

She had felt like a damsel in distress, or perhaps a princess in need of saving. While now she would say she didn’t like stories that used such a trope as they portrayed women as helpless and as items to be won, she would admit begrudgingly that having your own knight in shining armour was rather pleasant.

The rest of that year had felt like a dream for eleven-year-old Hermione, she had friends and she no longer felt alone.

Well, she uses ‘friends’ loosely as she never truly became friends with Ron after he made her cry and didn’t even think to apologise after Harry did most of the work saving her, more like she became loose acquaintances with him after she befriended Harry.

They went on all sorts of fantastic adventures that year and while they were more often than not terrifying, she couldn’t help but find them thrilling as long as she was with Harry. Going on adventures and stopping a dark lord from rising again, it all felt like something straight out of her most prized fantasy novels and she adored it.

Summer was less enjoyable, she mainly spent all of it reading and wishing for second year to come around so she could see Harry again. Her mother had kept giving her these small knowing smiles that confused her in the moment, but looking back she now can see that her mother had been expecting them to end up together ever since the end of first year.

Second year was just as hectic as the first, and she delighted in the time she got to spend with Harry, and then it all got ruined when she was petrified.

She had never told him, but being petrified was awful, it wasn’t like many of the books had said about it, claiming it was like suspended animation and the victim wouldn’t remember anything in between the time they were petrified and when they woke up. Instead, she was in a limbo of sorts between awareness and the void. She assumed that her brain had compensated for the complete sensory deprivation by shutting down for large swathes of time to prevent her from simply going insane as she was locked in her own body.

Harry had, once again, been her saving grace. His visits where he would talk to her and read to her were what kept her sane, she couldn’t hear him most of the time but there were snippets where she could hear him read excerpts from the textbooks to her and she was comforted by his presence.

That one action was when Hermione started to clue into the fact that she loved her best friend.

Third year was no better than second year. She had been skittish ever since she had realised her blossoming feelings for her best friend and took the time turner as an opportunity to hide and had almost burned herself out at the same time. It always came back to Harry in the end. He was the one to point out (rather forcefully) that she needed to take a break and to stop killing herself with work, she had agreed and the rest of the year went without a hitch, if you count Harry being bitten by a werewolf not a hitch that is.

He was rather lucky, Hermione mused, that the combination of Pheonix tears and basilisk venom fighting each other in his system prevented him from changing every full moon and therefore prevented him from being classified as a werewolf. He did, however, get all of the side effects that were common like heightened senses, territorial behaviour and an allergy to silver, just to name a few.

Hermione always felt bad about that night, as she was the one he threw himself in front of, taking a bite on the shoulder to save her from getting mauled. He tried to play it off but she knew the criss-crossing sliver scars on his chest and the bite on his shoulder bothered him immensely. She tried to convince him that they weren’t that big of a deal but he always shrugged off her attempts, saying that “they’re just another identifying scar people want to stare at” which she couldn’t really argue with, even if she disagreed.

The rest of their years at Hogwarts followed that pattern. A deadly tournament and subsequent shunning by the school, a wonderful night where he took her to the Yule Ball to balance things out. Then came Voldemort's resurrection and soon after they were in the middle of a war.

All in all, Hermione would say that her and Harry’s life had been hell, but at least now that things were all settled and Voldemort was dead things were looking up.

She had given her virginity to him when they tracked down her parents and successfully restored their memories. It was a night she’ll never forget and it was the night that they fully gave themselves to each other.

Now, they were back at Hogwarts for their 8th year and Hermione couldn’t be happier, except for one tiny fact. Hermione Granger had never been normal, and it’s only right that extends to sex as well.

She’s currently quite miffed with Harry. She really should have addressed the mental effects being a pseudo-werewolf would have on Harry, because the boy absolutely refused to be rough with her in the bed at all, and while every time they did have sex was amazing and beautiful, she couldn’t help the burning need brewing in her to be pinned down and fucked to within an inch of her life.

So here she was, having the same conversation for what felt like the 500th time with Harry.

“Hermione, you know I don’t like being like that, I’ve never liked being overly rough or forceful no matter what it is,” Harry argued, though his heart wasn’t in it.

“Harry, don’t lie to me. Before the end of third year, you were always very hands-on when I let you with hugs and holding hands, ever since you were bitten you got skittish because your strength scared you.” Hermione shot back

“Yes, it does. Why can’t you accept that? Why can’t you accept that I don’t want to hurt you?” Harry pleaded

“Because it’s not healthy to be constantly holding back Harry! You can’t always bottle up everything in an effort to protect everything around you! I’m not made of glass Harry.” Hermione explained. She felt like this was going in circles but every time they had this conversation she could feel his reticence crack a little more, this was as much for him as it was for her. She wanted a rough dicking and Harry needed to learn that he didn’t need to protect people from himself just because he was bitten. He doesn’t even change on full moons for Pete's sake!

“What do you suggest we do then? I can’t get over my need to protect you. You know that.” He finished in a whisper

“Of course you can’t. I’m not suggesting you do, I’m suggesting that you just give in a little, you need to let go of the compulsion to hold back for other people's sake. You need to learn to be selfish.”

Harry snorted “Yeah? Do you suggest I take seconds at dinner without asking? How do you even learn to be selfish, Hermione?” 

Hermione shot him an unamused look “Don’t take that tone with me! I’m trying to help you here” she snapped back with a fake pout, letting him know she wasn’t affected by his sarcasm

“I can’t exactly help it Hermione, how do you propose we even start on this?” He asked

Bingo, Hermione thought. She had wormed her way past his stubborn refusals and got the boy to see sense. He was willing to try. For her. She could work with that.

Hermione had a running theory for how she could get Harry to give into some more of his more ‘primal’ urges without his self-sacrificing tendencies getting in the way. All she needed to do was appeal to that side of him, the one he had locked away securely at all times. She just had to goad and tease him until he couldn’t hold back any longer and then show him that acting that way didn’t break her or scare her off.

Sure, It probably helps that what she had in mind appealed to one of her most persistent kinks. She certainly wouldn’t complain about that fact.

“Well, you need to give in to the more primal side of things, and since you normally have such a strong hold on it, I thought we could do something that would naturally draw out those tendencies in you. Whether you mean to or not.” She explained 

Harry had a confused look on his face but was seemingly still willing to hear her out. So far so good.

“And that would be?” he asked.

“Follow me.” She said, and follow he did.

She could tell that her being evasive about what exactly they were doing was putting him on edge, but she really couldn’t explain her plan to him without him vetoing it immediately. Not because he wouldn’t do it, necessarily, more because he would be afraid to see what happens.

After walking for a while in comfortable silence both of them came to just outside the Forbidden Forest. Well, calling it the Forbidden Forest now would be remiss as most of the dangerous and dark creatures were killed during the war and the rest were driven out of the area by the ministry after everything settled, now the ‘Forbidden’ Forest was about as dangerous as the Forest of Dean is when you’re not being pursued by snatchers.

The full moon is out. Both she and Harry knew this. It wasn’t that much of a problem for Harry. His lycanthropy seemed to mutate after the first few failed changes and now during full moons when hit directly by the light of the moon, he just becomes more… feral, in a sense. More animalistic. It’s still Harry but there’s an undertone to his actions and his behaviour that leans more towards baser instincts than usual.

“Why are we out here, Hermione? You know what the moonlight does to me when it’s a full moon.” His voice came out as more of an accusatory growl that sent sparks straight to Hermione’s pussy. She knew he was still gentle as always, but the tendencies he keeps locked away always come closer to the surface around the full moon.

Hermione took her chance and sidled up to Harry, she pressed herself against him and pulled him into a tender kiss. Harry melted into the kiss alongside her and they got lost in each other for the moment.

Hands started roaming and caressing, sending shivers over both of their bodies as curious hands found their targets, Hermione moaned softly into his mouth as she felt him cup her ass gently, and she returned the favour by pressing herself against him with more intent, slightly grinding against his crotch until she was rewarded with feeling his familiar hardness straining against his trousers, gaining a groan from Harry.

“Are you turned on, Harry?” Hermione asked

Harry nodded, the look in his eyes conveying pure lust, the light teasing being aided by the light of the full moon to work Harry up into a frenzy with the barest amount of effort.

“Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to flip my skirt up,  push my panties to the side and slip that big, hard, cock of yours into my pretty little pussy?” Hermione asked, the sultry purr of her voice washing over Harry and having the desired effect.

Harry practically growled his next word “Yes, I want nothing more.”

Hermione smiled, her plan was going off without a hitch. She had Harry hook, line, and sinker. He was merely along for the ride now that she had him where she wanted him. She had never been turned on more in her life. She had him so very worked up now so that he wouldn’t question what she wanted him to do. His mind was now locked in and focused on being buried in her warm, slick, cunt, and he wouldn’t stop until that came a reality. All she needed now was the final push in her plan and everything would fall into place.

“You love flying, you love being a seeker. Don’t you? You love the thrill of the hunt, even more so after being bitten, you love the heart-pounding sensation of being so close and finally catching that little golden ball after minutes of relentless stalking and pursuit. You love all of that, don’t you?” She whispered

Harry nodded again and his gaze darkened a fraction, not understanding where she was going with this when all he wanted to do was have her.

Hermione gave him the answer when she trailed her hand up her thigh and up her hips, lifting her skirt in the wake of her hand gliding along her body and giving him a tantalisingly brief glimpse of the panties she currently had on. They were black, in contrast to the rather utility-focused plain white panties she usually wore, or the colourful lingerie that she occasionally donned for him. That wasn’t the curious thing about them though, no, the curious thing was the animated snitch fluttering around the fabric of her panties, fluttering around erratically and pausing at random, sometimes pausing over her pussy before fluttering away and reappearing hovering over her ass. The pattern got the desired effect when even in the light of the moon, she could see Harry’s eyes dilate and focus in completely on the snitch, as if it were the only thing in his world currently, the only thing that mattered.

It was the sign that she was looking for, his instincts were rearing their head. He was still in control but for the first time she could see in his gaze there was an animosity there, a darkness that he had always kept locked far away, and it was finally directed at her.

“You want me. You want to fuck me so bad, you want to pin me down and ravish me, to ruin me. I want you to ruin me. I want you to own me and dick me down until i’m nothing but a screaming mess for you.”

“Hermione…” Harry’s voice was a combination of a strangled groan and a vicious growl. He was desperately holding back from what he so desperately wanted to do. Hermione was going to change that.

“But in order to do that… You’ll need to catch me first. You’ll need to catch the snitch.” Hermione said

Before Harry could even process her words she took off, the fluttering of leaves behind her and rustling of bushes echoing out into the night as she fled into the forest, her heart was pounding and her blood felt like it was aflame, both with desire and adrenaline.

Harry has looked at her with devotion, adoration, and love, every time they made love before this. She would never complain about that, but this time was different, shortly before taking off into the forest she had locked gazes with him for a brief moment and while all the usual emotions were contained there, the difference this time was the inclusion of other feelings. Desire, lust, possessiveness. It made her heart try to escape her chest it was beating so fast.

All Hermione could focus on right now was the rush of blood and pounding of her heart in her ears, her lungs burning with every breath as her feet beat against the forest floor in a frantic rhythm, snapping twigs in their wake. She pushed through branches and bushes, the rustling and her heavy footfalls accompanying her as she ran further and further into the forest, the light of the moon through the canopy guiding her as she ran.

She felt like prey being hunted, like a dear being chased down by a wild animal - a wolf perhaps - every rustle and snap that wasn’t made by her made her heart rate spike and her system to be flooded with adrenaline again, her throat and lungs were burning from their effort but some unknown force was driving her to run, to flee, to escape the clutches of her pursuer. Every shadow and every flicker of light turned into figures of Harry, lurking in the treeline watching and waiting for his moment to pounce on her. It was exhilarating and feeling like she was being hunted by Harry had her more turned on than she ever thought possible.

Then, all of a sudden, there it was. A faint rustle in the distance, a snap of a twig, another rustle but louder. Then Hermione’s ears picked up on it. Footsteps. Pounding footsteps matching her frantic pace getting closer and closer. Starting out faint until it felt like the footsteps were inside her own head they were so loud.

Hermione kept running. She knew she would be caught, she never had any delusions that she could outrun Harry, he was considerably more fit than her and his ‘enhancements’ meant that it was futile for her to try to escape. That’s what she had planned for, she wanted to be caught, to be pinned down in the middle of a forest and taken by Harry, just the thought alone sent shivers up her spine. She could practically feel his breath on her neck, could hear his breathing coming in short intense pants and he pursued her with only one goal in mind.

She could feel the fatigue starting to kick in, she would be unable to run any longer pretty soon and would be caught, she would have to face her pursuer and she couldn’t wait to see the sheer desire in his eyes again as he loomed over her. Her musing was broken when she broke out of the forest into a clearing in the forest next to a lake, retroactively she realised it was the very same clearing from 3rd year, life was funny like that sometimes, she thought.

She didn’t have long to dwell on the particulars of that coincidence because the momentary pause brought about by the familiar surrounding had allowed Harry to close the gap considerably and with a yelp from Hermione he tackled her to the floor, they rolled slightly from the impact with the ground until the came to a stop, Harry pinning Hermione down by the wrists and staring deep into her eyes.

Hermione couldn’t help but take in just how intimate all of this felt. She had run, she had been chased down, had been hunted down by Harry. Every single shadow and noise had made her think of him and his approaching presence, her existence had boiled down to this one moment of being caught, trapped under the weight of Harry as he gazed down into her eyes. Both of them were panting from the exertion and could only stare at the other as they regained their breath.

She had never felt like this before. She had been slightly insecure about herself ever since primary school but there was something heady about the fact that he wanted her so bad that he chased her, he hunted her because he wanted nothing more than to fuck her, it was the singular thought in his head and it filled her with a sense of adoration that she could reduce him to that.

It was then, with the moonlight shining down on Harry like a halo in the clearing as he loomed over her and gazed deeply into her eyes that Hermione knew she had won. He was going to let go, she could tell by the way he was devouring her very being with just a look. She knew that the moment his breath was recovered her clothes wouldn’t be surviving. He was going to fuck her right there on the ground in the clearing where this all started and she couldn’t possibly be happier than she was in that moment.

“This… This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Harry asked

Hermione was flushed, she felt like she had just run a marathon and for all she knew, she had. She could barely register Harry’s question but when she did all she could do was nod in response.

“You must have forgotten about the enhanced senses,” He chuckled “I could smell the arousal coming off of you even before you took off. It led me straight to you. You wanted me to fuck you so bad it was like a beacon in the dark.”

Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair hearing that. She had, in fact, forgotten about the enhanced senses. She was only focusing on the fact he was faster than her and completely forgot that he would be able to smell things like that. On one hand, that fact was slightly mortifying, but on the other hand, it was wildly hot. It appealed to her kink. She had been harbouring the same fantasy of being hunted down in a forest and pinned down and fucked senseless for as long as she’d known about sex. It was why she liked it rough and was miffed when Harry wouldn’t even attempt it. Everything now was just adding new layers to that fantasy that brought it to life.

“I- It was?” Was all she thought to ask

Harry took a deep breath, something that Hermione belatedly realised must have been driving him mental right now as all he could smell was how much she wanted to be fucked, courtesy of his enhanced senses.

“You were. It’s intoxicating, you know? I can’t describe it, but it’s uniquely you, and to know that I’m more often than not the cause makes my head spin.” He said, positioning his knee between her legs.

Hermione didn’t care about how it might make her look, she started to grind desperately against Harry, seeking the barest amount of friction while the rest of her was helpless underneath him. The action had a profound effect on Harry, as he bent down and started kissing and licking at her neck. The tickling sensation sent spikes of arousal through her and only served to make her grinding more wanton.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? All those times you argued I needed to accept my new nature for my own good, all those times you insisted I let go, it was all a ruse so that I would fuck you how you wanted.” Harry breathed into her ear, gaining a low whine in response

“You wanted me to pin you down, to fuck you, to use you and treat you like a toy, didn’t you? You wanted me to treat you like a whore” He said

Hermione made a keening noise in the back of her throat as Harry called her a whore. She didn't know why that affected her as much as it did. She had thought that she was only into the rough side of sex but being called such a name as Harry spelled out exactly how she wanted to be treated was uniquely embarrassing but in a way that only fueled the fire of her arousal, making her buck up into Harry even more.

She could tell that Harry’s restraint was slipping further and that was proven when he reached down between her legs and grabbed her panties roughly before tearing them off her body, the sound of her panties ripping and the cold night air touching her sensitive pussy made her gasp and writhe underneath her 

“Caught it.” He said triumphantly 

“Please, Harry.” Hermione pleaded

“Please what?” He shot back with that stupid grin of his

“Fuck me, Harry, I don’t want you to make sweet love to me anymore, I want you to show me who’s in charge, I want to have trouble walking tomorrow.” She babbled out as she fought against the hands pinning her arms down

She desperately wanted to touch herself, to get the barest amount of friction and pleasure she could. The anticipation was killing her, she wanted him more now than she ever had before and was on the cusp of fulfilling years worth of teenage fantasies.

The sound of a zipper being undone reached her ears and it was all she could do to stop herself from moaning. She knew what was coming and Harry was dragging out this sweet torture because he knew how much she wanted this.

Her thoughts were broken when she felt the head of his cock poking lightly at her folds. She was soaking wet from the teasing and she knew that with the lightest of pressure, he could slip inside her without any resistance. She had never been so turned on in her life.

With a grunt, Harry entered her and Hermione thought her world was going to blank out. She’d had sex with Harry before but never was it so intense, so focused, that her mind simply blanked. Maybe it was her kinks heightening her pleasure or maybe it was just the situation itself, with Hermione about to be taken on a forest floor, but whatever it was, when Harry entered her she screamed in pleasure.

“Fuck you really wanted this, didn’t you? I lied when I said I never like being rough. I’ve wanted to get rough with you so badly but was afraid it would scare you off. Now I find out that all you’ve wanted was to get pinned down and wrecked by my cock.” He said 

Hermione could barely come up with a reply to his statements, never mind actually verbalising it. Harry was thrusting into her with wild abandon and the slaps of skin against skin and the wet noises coming from her pussy were assaulting her senses and only providing more arousal as she was fucked helplessly.

She could feel the power behind his thrusts and every time she moved in time with him she could feel just how solid his hands were pinning her wrists down. She was completely helpless at that moment and it was driving her wild. She thrust her hips up as much as she could manage to try to meet him in the middle but she couldn’t manage much in her position.

Her efforts garnered a smile from Harry and she was hit by the fact that this was him. It wasn’t some faceless male from her fantasies, it was Harry. The sweet, caring, and kind boy she had known since the start of Hogwarts was fucking her like she was a two-knut whore and that thought was what pushed her over the edge.

With a strangled cry, Hermione came around Harry’s cock, but he didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down. Instead, he sped up, chasing his own orgasm.

Hermione was mildly out of it but she had enough energy left to tell him what she wanted 

“Inside. Cum inside me! Breed me! Fill me with your cum, Harry! Please please please!” Her words were a jumble and half ramble but she knew that Harry had understood her.

His thrusting picked up at a fervent pace and Hermione knew that he was close, she could tell in the way she could feel his muscles tense and the look in his eyes that he was just on the edge.

Harry bent down and kissed her. It was in stark contrast to his movements as it was a sweet and tender thing, it contained all of his love and care for her and Hermione at that moment thought she just might cry from Happiness as she felt him tip over the edge and spill his cum inside of her. They were connected at that moment as they shared an embrace in the afterglow of their sex by the lakeside where this all started for the two of them. The light of the moon illuminated the two lovers as the frenzied lovemaking made way for tender kisses and holding one another, basking in the quiet silence.

“I love you” He said, and Hermione knew he meant it with every fibre of his being.

Hermione Granger was not normal, not by any of her own standards, but now, she had someone to share it with. She wouldn’t give that up now, not for the world

“I love you too, Harry”

Draco Doesn’t Know…
A Harry Potter fanfic by Soupsnakes

Pansy Parkinson held back a yawn as he strolled down the corridors on her patrol. She had been ecstatic when she had gotten the prefect badge before her fifth year, but the endless patrols and meetings were taking a bit of the fun out of it.

If she was being honest with herself much of the appeal had also come from sharing the title of prefect with her boyfriend. Draco Malfoy was everything she should want in a man. Smart, confident and handsome from a good and wealthy pureblood family.

They had ruled the school together, or at least Slytherin house. She was proud of the fact that she had snagged herself such a catch, and she had always been the good and dutiful girlfriend.

Always supporting him and helping to keep the others in line. She was the woman behind his power, and if she continued playing her cards right, she would be lady Malfoy one day soon.

If it was not for the fact that she got to get other students in trouble it would almost not be worth it. Well, that was a lie. She also loved the power and prestige, and the prefect bathroom was nothing to sneeze at.

This night had been a bust, however. Not a single snivelling little Ravenclaw or Gryffindor out of bed. Just her and the empty corridors. With another yawn, a stretch and a sigh, she checked the time to see she still had an hour to go before she could head back to the dungeons and find her bed.

These patrols were just not as much fun now that Draco had mentally checked out. Ever since they had returned to school, he had been cold and distant towards her. He had stopped caring and disappeared for hours on end.

She had confronted him a week ago, suspecting he might be seeing another girl on the side. She had even spent some time following him to find out which skank he was spending time with. Nothing had come of it, and he had been very adamant that he was not seeing anyone else.

He was insistent that he was working on a secret task given to him, but refused to say what he was doing and where he was going. She had decided to let it slide, not willing to jeopardise her status.

She was not convinced that he was not having a side piece, but it honestly didn’t matter. She would shut down anyone threatening her position and relationship. Shut them down hard, fast and permanently.

Besides, she would get her small private revenge in the meantime. Draco was not the only one that could keep secrets. Hell, he was not the only one that could get something on the side.

She passed by a darkened alcove, when she found herself attacked. Before she could utter a sound, a strong muscular hand had clamped over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Before she had time to panic, she was spun around and found herself staring into a pair of enchanting emerald, green eyes.

She scowled up at the smirking face above her as the hand disappeared from her mouth and snaked its way down her back to come to a rest on her firm arse.

“What the fuck, Potter?! Where do you get off jumping me like that?!” She snarled as he smirked at her palming her ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh, you like it when I jump you Parkinson. In fact, I think you like it very much…” He said, leaning down to let his soft lips gently brush against her neck, planting gentle kisses from her collar bone to her jawline that left a tingling trail on her, and sent a longing heat rampaging through her body.

“I thought you couldn’t come tonight…” She gasped, panting while her heart started racing.

He pulled back, hand mauling her tight behind, and smiled brightly at her. “Oh, I am definitely coming tonight, Parkinson. Over and over… And so will you if I have anything to say about it.”

Before she could react, his other hand found the back of her head. He caressed her while shifting their bodies around. He pressed her up against the wall, planting his lips of hers and devouring her in a searing kiss.

His lips moved against hers as she moaned into his mouth. Their tongues met in a passionate embrace, coiling and flicking around each other as they battled for dominance. Placing his knee between her thighs, she slowly forced her to spread her legs slightly open for him.

With a sudden jerk, his left hand tightened at he back of her neck, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling, forcing her head backwards with a loud moan. His right hand gave her ass one last hard squeeze, before a stinging spank landed on her left butt cheek.

His right palm found its way to her crotch, cupping her rapidly moistening sex while he ground into her. His mouth found her exposed throat and he dove in, kissing, licking and gently biting her while his hand increased that delicious pressure on her mound.

Her mind was fogging over with a lusty mist, her breath coming in quick shallow gasps as he made her feel things, she had never felt with anyone else. She fucking despised Harry Potter. Always had. Hated his damn arrogance and unearned pride. She hated his baggy clothes and his utter disregard for the proper order of things.

She hated his messy hair and his ugly glasses and his stupid, handsome face. Most of all she hated how much she loved what he could do to her. How easily he pushed her buttons and made her his bitch.

His hand gave her just the right pressure, her hips griding into his touch like they had a mind of their own, chasing that sweet ecstasy she knew was coming. He let go of her hair, his lips and tongue working a magic all of their own on her collar bone.

Suddenly she felt his deft left-hand slip open her robe, pulling it to the side. With swift and nimble fingers, he undid the buttons of her blouse. He found a breast and gave it a deliberate and slow squeeze through her bra.

She gritted her teeth when his hand slid into the cup of her bra, caressing her tits with his rough, calloused hand. He found her hardened nipple and gave it a pinch, just hard enough to bring a little pain with the pleasure before rolling and tugging it.

She could practically feel her knickers getting soaked, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if he could feel her wetness though her clothes.

“Fuck yes…” She moaned as she ground into him. She could feel herself getting closer.

His left hand disappeared from groping her tits for a moment, before the tip of his wand was tapped between the cups of her bra. With a muttered spell, he vanished it entirely, leaving her tits bare and perky against the open air and her silk blouse.

His mouth moved downwards, leaving a trail of fire on her skin as his lips kissed their way from her neck to her breasts. He slowly licked circles around them in a spiral, agonizingly slow working his way towards her pebbled nipple.

His right hand was working its way up to her waistline, leaving her humping empty air and growling at the loss of pressure against her cunt. With swift and practiced motions, he slipped into her soaking wet panties, making her scream in bliss as he felt his bare fingers against her folds.

He started rubbing her slit, coating his fingers in her arousal and spreading her juices. For a moment, a finger lingered right at her tight entrance, teasing her opening, before sliding through her wet lips.

His skilled hands and mouth coordinated their next attack with such precision and confidence that she for a moment wondered just how many other sluts he had worked to a moaning, quivering mess to get that good.

His right hand started circling and gently stroking her hardened clit. At the same time, his mouth latched onto her whole areola, sucking it hard while his tongue danced across her skin and twisted around her nipple. His left hand tightened with surprising strength around her neck, restricting her airflow and making her gasp for breath as she felt herself hurdling towards a climax.

A sweet burning started in her lungs as she desperately fought for oxygen, her pussy drenching her lips and his hand with her nectar. Her hands tightened uselessly in his messy mop of a hair while she pushed him onto her breast. She was so close; she could feel it. She rocked her hips onto him like a wanton whore as she chased that last bit of pleasure to tip her over the edge.

She came with a silent scream, her knees shaking and her eyes wide as a quidditch field with her head thrown back. Her back arched against the wall as her hips jerked frantically against his hand, her core tightening and quivering as she exploded.

He was relentless. Fingers working her sensitive clit while his mouth and tongue worked her tits like a couple of over eager house elves on Christmas dinner. If it hadn’t been for her lack of air, she was sure she would have woken the entire school with her cries of passion.

He worked her slowly down from her peak, fingers leaving her clit to tease her folds, while his choke hold on her throat slowly eased, letting her fill her aching lungs with full delicious breaths of air.

***

Harry let go of Pansy as she came off her peak, her weak knees giving out once he let up. She slid down the wall until she was seated on the floor, her back pressed against the wall as she caught her breath.

She looked up at him with glittering, lust filled eyes as she tried to come to grips with what he had just done to her. He gave her a knowing smile while she panted and tried to collect herself.

“Holy…Fuck…Potter…” She gasped. “That, that was… Wow…”

“Oh, we are just getting started Parkinson.” He chuckled, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. His cock sprang free from his underwear, standing proudly and rigid from his body.

She visibly swallowed before licking her lips at the sight of his fully erect and hard as steel cock. It pointed at her threateningly in all its thick glory of cunt-stretching, bitch-breaking masculinity.

He stepped forwards and placed the tip of his cock at her lips, smirking down at her as he caressed her cheek with his hand.

“Your turn Parkinson. Open wide, slut.”’

A flash of anger came onto her face, warring with the pure lust there as she opened her mouth, no doubt to come with one of her not so cutting insults.

“What the fuck did yo— Mmhhhhmhphhh” She was cut off as Harry pressed his member into her hot, wet mouth.

Placing his hands on her head, he firmly held her in place as he started moving his hips back and forth. He thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth, slowly building speed. She glared at him with indignation, but the slut in her had already won out as she moaned around his cock.

Soon, he hit the back of her throat, making her gag with a wet squelching sound every time he bottomed out. Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate his throbbing thick member as he took his pleasure from the mouth that had spent so much time insulting him over the years.

“That’s it you fucking whore… Take that cock you nasty bitch!” He groaned as she gagged on his length.

“Open wide. You can take more, slut.” He growled, tightening his hold on her face as he started pushing deeper into her throat. He could feel her try desperately to swallow around him as he forced his way deeper.

He let out a deep moan as he finally slid all the way to the hilt, her nose pressed up against his pubic area. He held her there while her eyes started watering, tears messing up her carefully applied mascara as she choked on his dick.

Her hands banged against his thighs, and he let go, pulling back and out of her mouth. She gasped for breath, a thick string of spittle connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.

“Bloody Hell. I can’t get over how fucking big you are.” She rasped out, before he rammed his cock down her throat again with a huge grin on his face.

“Yeah? You like my big cock, you whore? You like choking on my huge, half-blood cock?” He asked excitedly.

“Yes!” She gasped out as he pulled out to let her breathe, before she plunged herself forwards, impaling herself on him and taking him all the way to the base. The sounds she was making was so erotic it made his cock twitch.

She bobbed her head vigorously on his dick making herself gag, turning her mouth and chest to a mess of dripping saliva. When she dove down to the hilt on his member again, he planted his feet a bit wider apart, firmed his grip on the back of her head and started thrusting.

He fucked her face hard, the squelching gagging sounds she was making only heightening the experience for him. His cock pumped in and out of her throat as he chased his own release. His head was thrown back, eyes closed as he focused on the intense pleasure.

If he had known that Pansy could take cock like this, he would have taken his nemesis’ girlfriend to bed years ago. He looked down to see her teary eyes as she feasted on him, taking all of him within her. One of her hands was dragging her nails down his thigh while the other was busy rubbing her heated pussy. Somewhere along the line, she had unbuttoned her pants and shimmied them down her hips a bit to allow her easier access.

“I’m gonna fucking cum!” He grunted, letting go of her head and pulling his cock out just as the first thick rope of hot cum erupted from the tip. His seed splashed against her upper lip, some spilling up onto her cheek and the rest firing right into her gaping mouth.

He grunted as he fired off several more shots of cum, plastering her face and tits in his sticky seed as he stroked himself up. She shivered and moaned while he painted her, her own fingers bringing her to orgasm.

When he was done, he rubbed the tip on her lips putting his cock back into her mouth so she could clean him up. She eagerly let her tongue scoop up every trace of cum on his meat wand.

“Bloody hell. You look good like that Parkinson. Like the slut you really are.” He teased her as his dick slipped free of her mouth. She swallowed and opened her mouth to show him. She might be a bitch, thought Harry, but she was one hell of a sexy bitch.

“Fuck off, Potter. Urgh. Help me up, will you? I got to get sorted before heading back.” She said, holding up an expecting hand.

He pulled her to her feet, and she stood shakily for a moment before she dug into her pocket for a mirror. Her eyes widened when she saw the mess he had made of her.

“Merlin’s saggy ball sack! You came like a damn fountain! Been that long since you got off, huh?”  She said exasperated. He chuckled at her disbelief.

“You act surprised, Parkinson. Forgotten that you already sucked my cock last week?” He smirked. She looked him dead in the eyes before saying in the most deadpan voice she could muster.

“Oh, I remember. I just don’t remember Saint Potter having quite such an… eruption.”

Harry burst out laughing at that. “Yeah, well. I had just finished fucking someone else half an hour earlier. I bet you loved tasting her juices on my cock, didn’t you?”

Her face reddened, either in anger or in embarrassment, he didn’t know. Hell, it might have even been arousal. Before she could reach for her wand to clean herself off, Harry grabbed her and spun her around.

He placed a hand at her back and pushed her forward, bending her over and forcing her to support herself against the wall with her hands. He used his feet to gently but firmly nudge her legs wider apart, before putting pressure on her lower back, making her arch and present herself to him.

His deft hands made short work of pulling down her pants and underwear to around her knees, leaving der dripping sex bare to him. She glared over her shoulder at him as he stroked his hardening cock enjoying the view.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Potter?!” She hissed, a furious blush on her cum streaked cheeks. He smiled. She knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Unless you tell me to stop right now, Parkinson, I am going to slide my thick, hard cock into that tight little cunt of yours.” He said, cupping her dripping pussy with the palm of his hand.

“Unless you tell me to stop right now, I am going to stretch your tight little hole with my huge cock and give you the best damn fuck of your life.” He said, stroking his tip against her wet folds. He then leaned over and whispered right against her ear.

“I am going to make you scream while you cum like a filthy little whore on my cock. I am going to ruin your cunt for your boyfriend.”

Her only response was to close her eyes, swallow and give a little whimper. He straightened and with one hand on her hip and the other guiding his slick, throbbing cock, he slid into her warm, welcoming tightness.

She let out a guttural moan as his dick slowly slid into her, stretching her cunt in the most fantastic of ways. She felt so snug and tight around him, her walls gripping his cock in their wet embrace as he took her.

When he bottomed out, he looked down to see his entire length being swallowed up between her taught, firm buttocks. He held himself there for a few moments, savouring the tightness and the joy of being balls deep inside his enemy’s girlfriend.

He started moving, easing out of her almost to her entrance, before pushing back in forcefully. He started thrusting, making her moan as he started to build speed. Part of him had wanted to just pound her relentlessly from the beginning, but he knew it would be best to ease her into it for a bit.

Before long, the alcove was echoing with the wet slaps of skin on skin as he thrust into her hard from behind. She was moaning like a bitch in heat while he fucked her relentlessly. If it hadn’t been for a quickly cast privacy spell, Harry was sure someone would have heard them.

Keeping one hand on her hip, he reached out with the other and pushed her head forwards. Her arms gave out at the pressure and a particularly hard thrust that made her scream bloody murder.

He pressed her cum smeared cheek up against the cold, hard stone of the wall, making her look into a mirror in the back of the alcove. It showed her in perfect profile how she looked. Dishevelled hair and makeup, her face and bouncing tits smeared with streaks of cum. Her blouse open and robes discarded, her pants and knickers around her knees.

All the while, Harry Potter was fucking her cunt harder, deeper and better than she had ever thought possible. Her ass jiggled with the force of his thrusts into her, and her tits swayed back and forth with the motion. She was moaning and gasping for air as his cock knocked the breath from her.

He picked up the pace, pummelling her cunt as he chased his release. She beat him to it. With a wail like a banshee, her entire body spasmed. Her pussy tightened around him as her cunt started fluttering. It felt like she was trying to either snap his dick clean off, or milk him dry, as she came all around his thick bitch-breaker.

He didn’t relent though. As she was climaxing around his cock, he kept on pumping in and out of her tight, spasming core. He grabbed a hold of her hair by the back of her neck and pulled hard.

She grunted as he held her up by the hip and hair while he destroyed her pussy. She had gone weirdly silent, her mouth gaping open, her eyes wide but unfocused. Her body trembled and shook as he drove into her.

Her cunt was fluttering and spasming around him as she rolled from one orgasm into another while he chased his own release. There was something so purely erotic about just fucking a woman just for pure sex. No love and tenderness, just lust and passion.

He felt the familiar tightening in his balls that signalled he was getting close to the edge. He let go of her hair, raking his nails down her spine, all the way from her neck to her tail bone. He was about to erupt any moment, and he wanted to finish on a high note.

“Oh fuck! Pansy! I’m gonna cum!” He groaned as he hammered away at her abused cunt. Her only reply was to moan even louder and throw her ass back to meet his thrusts. He took that for a good sign.

Just as he was about to cum, he pulled her buttocks apart and let a glob of spit fall between them, landing right on top of her asshole. With a wicked grin, he pressed his thumb against her puckered starfish. As his thumb popped into her tight asshole, his cock erupted inside her.

While his cock pulsed strongly within her and his thumb up her ass, she let go a shriek that made his ears ring. It was so loud and guttural he could have sworn he could faintly hear the mirror cracking. She came like a hurricane around his pulsing manhood, her insides milking him for every drop.

Her cunt felt volcanic hot. Warm liquid splashed against his thighs as he held himself deep within her. He pulled his cock free, the last few spurts of his cum splashing against her lower lips and ass. As soon as he let go, she fell to her knees and curled up, sobbing quietly as her entire body shook uncontrollably, every nerve tingling.

She had never looked better to Harry. Her perky ass and gaping cunt peeking up above her pants and soaked knickers. His cum slowly starting to trickle out of her swollen pussy to the floor. Her hair was a wet mess of tangles and her skin slick with sweat.

He walked around her, taking in her barely conscious form. He knelt in front of her pulling her face up. She looked at him with unfocused glassy eyes.

Slowly, he parted her lips and shoved his softening cock into her mouth.

“Be a good girl and clean me up, slut.” He said, as her mouth and tongue started working almost mechanically. He enjoyed the sensation of her mouth around his softening member, until he decided it was enough and stood back up.

He tucked himself away pulling up his underwear and jeans smirking at her still quivering body on the floor. She looked too good to not be immortalized. He pulled the compact camera he had been gifted out of his moleskin pouch and held it up for her inspection.

“Hey, Parkinson? Mind if I snap a photo or two? Would make for one hell of a souvenir.” He asked, showing his camera. Her eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him for a moment.

“Ok… But don’t… Don’t… Show anyone… Kill you…” she managed to gasp as she was panting for breath and trying to collect herself. He grinned at her and snapped a few photos.

“Thanks Parkinson. That was better than I had imagined. Same time next week?” He said as he put the camera away running a hand through his messy hair. She let out something between a moan and a groan as a reply, before Harry turned around canceling his privacy charm before making his way back to the Gryffindor Tower, whistling happily.

It was almost an hour later when Pansy Parkinson stumbled into her dormitory, hastily bathed and still wet. Her body was still tingling all over, and her nether region was delightfully sore. She felt a satisfaction and exhaustion that was bone deep as she fell into bed.

The last thing she thought about before closing her eyes were brilliant green eyes framed by often repaired glasses, messy black hair and a cocky smirk that made her cunt clench. She let out a contented sigh as she drifted off to sleep, her dreams a conflicting tangle of desire and hatred for her new lover.

The following day Harry had a hard time keeping a constant smile from his lips. The world was going to shit around him. Voldemort and his cronies were gaining support and removing opposition and the Ministry response was lacklustre at best. Adding to that was the fact that despite everything Dumbledore was keeping secrets from him.

On the plus side, he had fucked Pansy Parkinson. He had been balls deep in Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend. He had stretched her tight cunt and made her scream bloody murder. He had flooded her core with his seed and painted her face with his cum.

And he had the pictures to prove it. It was hard to be depressed with that in mind. Even Potions class was a joy to be in. He hummed to himself as he stirred his potion and looked over to see Pansy watching him from the corner of her eye. He winked at her, which made her glare at him for moment before refocusing on her own work.

Harry couldn’t help but chucking at her reaction. Hermione and Ron glanced at him in concern. They couldn’t help but notice his chipper mood but had probably chalked it up to quidditch or the fact that Ginny and Dean seemed to be going through a rough patch.

He wondered what they would say if they knew just who and what had caused his good cheer. That thought made him snort to while he tried to stifle a laugh.

He also went out of his way to taunt Draco for the smallest of things, making the blonde git spitting mad. He also snuck in a smack on Pansy’s ass every now and then when they passed each other, and he thought he could get away with it.

That weekend they met up two more times. Once in the dungeon in an unused classroom, and once under the staircase in the Astronomy Tower. Harry didn’t love her or even like her much for that matter, but the sex was fucking amazing.

There was something to be said for hatefucking your enemy’s girl and turning her into a quivering and cum covered mess. The sheer eroticism of it was like a drug to Harry. For the first time he could remember he felt in full control of his life, and he revelled in it.

The fact that he got to see the snobbish pureblood bint stumble away from their encounters on unsteady legs only made it so much better. The feeling of ramming his cock balls deep into her tight cunt and explode inside her was truly addictive.

It was Wednesday night and Harry had just finished blowing his load deep inside her in their favourite alcove. He looked at the panting girl as she tried to get her shaking legs to work while standing up by supporting herself on the wall.

“Out of curiosity. Isn’t dear old Draco suspicious? I mean, the way you look after out little meetings. The way you walk the day after?” Asked Harry. He genuinely wanted to know. He liked to think that if HE had a girlfriend that came stumbling back to the common room looking like she was run over by the Knight Buss and a dozen angry Hippogriffs every other night, he would find it a bit odd to say the least.

“I mean,-“ He chortled. “With how much spunk I have pumped into you this week I am surprised if he hasn’t seen or noticed it dripping down your legs. Tell me Parkinson. Does your little boyfriend know that you are fucking other guys?” asked Harry as he cupped her cheek and made her look at him.  “Does he get off on you sleeping around, slut?”

She blushed and bit out an angry response. “No! Draco doesn’t know. He can’t know! And don’t you dare tell him anything! That would ruin everything.”

“Fair enough.” Harry sighed. “I’m just wondering why you are so willing to shag me if he is so important to you though.”

She looked away and closed her eyes. A small tear appearing, either from sadness or anger, he didn’t know, and he didn’t really care.

“He is… Distracted… He barely touches me anymore…I think he might be cheating on me, but he swears he is busy with-“she caught herself, giving him a sharp and startled look as if just realizing who she was talking with.  

“Chin up Pansy. If Draco can’t appreciate what he has, he is an even bigger git than I gave him credit for.” He said while pulling her close and slapping her naked ass. He was not going to comment on the irony of suspecting Draco of cheating while she was literally dripping with his spunk.

“Hell, your personality is ugly as a troll’s arse, but your body is made to sin.” He said with a smirk as he slipped a finger into her wet, creamy cunt.

“Fuuuuck me, Potter!” She moaned. “I thought we were done.”

“Hmm… I can go again if you can…” He told her with a gleam in his eyes.

“Like I would ever give up before a Gryffindor. Bring it on Chosen One.” She said mockingly while wriggling her hips to move his finger around inside her.  

He didn’t waste any time lining up his cock with her freshly fucked hole. He slid in easily while she let out a moan at the penetration. The feeling of using his own cum as lubrication while fucking her turned him on like crazy and he couldn’t help but start thrusting into her like a man possessed.

The Slap-Slap-Slap of his crotch on her ass served as some sort of perverted drumbeat to the wet squelching sounds coming from her overstuffed cunt. Her moans and grunts of pleasure served as the vocals to the music of their coupling.

“Potter…. Please…. My bum!” She moaned, tossing her hair back out of her face as she braced herself to meet his cock, thrust for thrust.

He couldn’t help the laugh as he pulled out of her. He rammed two fingers into her gaping cunt and gave her a few stroked. His fingers curled up inside her and collected a good amount of cum. He slowly pulled them out of her and used his slick fingers to smear his spunk on her back door.

While pushing his fingers into her butthole, he re-entered her sloppy pussy. She clenched up tightly as he went to work on fingering her ass while he got back into rhythm with his thrusting.

Ever since he had played with her back there, she had gotten a liking for fucking while being fingered in her ass. Harry was more than happy to oblige her in that regard. The feeling of his cock and finger gliding against one another while only separated by a thin layer of skin and flesh drove him insane with lust.

He drove into her harder and harder. Her entire body shook with his movements as he rammed into her again and again. The sounds she made while she struggled to take him was the sweetest of music to his ears.

She let out a guttural moan as he bottomed out in her. Then her climax hit her like the Hogwarts Express. She screamed louder and louder as each contraction of her womanhood ran through her. Her tight virgin asshole twitched around his finger and her pussy massaged his entire length as he exploded like a Weasley prank gone wrong.

He grunted as he plastered her insides with his cum and using his free hand to smack her ass hard. He gave a few last strokes before pulling out and having her clean his length with her mouth. He loved the way she did it and there was something enticingly powerful about having Pansy use her mouth to clean off the cock that had just made a mess of her cunt.

“Bloody hell… 10 points to SLUTherin, Miss Parkinson. That was amazing.” He panted and gave her juicy ass one last slap.

** ** **

Pansy felt like she was slowly losing her mind. It had been two weeks since she started fucking Harry Potter and no matter how hard she tried, she just could not keep herself away.

She knew damn well that she didn’t love him. She loved Draco. At least as much as she loved anyone. But the way Harry shagged her brains out was just too good to resist. She would have felt guilty about fucking him if Draco hadn’t been so damn distant with her.

She found herself doing things with Harry that she had never even thought of doing with Draco. Like letting him fuck her throat like she was a common mudblood whore or letting him play with her ass. She even let him empty himself inside her.

Hell, she had even let him take photos. Just the thought of that made her feel giddy. She had definitively discovered that she had a naughty side. She had no idea what had possessed her to suck his cock that first time when she had walked in on him late at night at the prefect bathroom.

She had wanted to bust him for being there without permission but seeing him naked and feeling particularly miffed with Draco that day had made for a dangerous combination. She had felt unloved and unwanted and saw a chance to make herself feel better with Harry. She would be lying to herself if she did not admit that part of his attractiveness to her was the fact that Draco hated him.

She had wanted to do something that would make him mad. At the same time, she did not want anyone to know. And she had been feeling desperate for sex and downright neglected. If someone had told her that a simple blowjob would turn into her getting her cunt pulverized on a regular basis, she would have laughed at the very notion.

She sighed contentedly and curled into Draco. For once they were spending the evening together like they had used to before he started sneaking around doing whatever.  

The two of them were cuddling on a grand sofa in front of a fireplace in the Slytherin common room. He was leisurely reading a book while his right arm was draped over her shoulder and playing with her hair. She sat with her knees tucked up on the sofa and leaned against Draco, resting her head on his chest.

She was trying to focus on the book she was supposed to read but her thoughts kept wandering off. She would have been annoyed at that, but she was just so excited that she was sharing this intimate moment with her man.

She felt a sense of bliss. Her cunt was sore and aching in just the right way that meant she had been fucked to perfection by a certain scarred wannabe-hero just a couple of hours ago. Being this close to Draco and having him show her some affection was just the icing on the cake of her day.

“Mind if I lay down, Love?” She asked while stretching slightly and looked lovingly at her boyfriend.

“Hmm?” Draco said as he was brought back to reality. “Oh ok. Sure thing. Go ahead” he said. His smile was warm and made his entire handsome face light up. It was one of his special smiles. A smile he only showed her and not the smile he affected for everyone else. She pressed a kiss to his lips, enjoying the way he responded to her.

For a fleeting moment she remembered just what her lips had been doing earlier that evening. The thought that she was kissing Draco with the same lips she had had wrapped around Harry Potters thick cock just a short while ago made her blush.

“Thanks babe.” She said trying to hide her reddening cheeks. He just smiled at her as she stretched out on the sofa. Her head rested comfortably in his lap while one leg rested on the floor and the other draped lazily over the back.

The two of them went back to their comfortable silence. They enjoyed the rare pleasure of a night off from homework or prefect duties. She had just gotten back into her book when a started gasp from the armchair diagonally from their sofa broke the silence.

She lazily looked up to se Daphne Greengrass staring at a spot between her legs with a look of shock and surprise on her face. She followed Daphne’s wide-eyed gaze to see that her skirt had ridden up as she had laid down and so thoughtlessly spread her legs.

Cursing herself for a fool, she belatedly remembered that Harry had torn her knickers off her during their tryst. That was not uncommon, but she had neglected to replace them. Pansy wished the sofa would turn into a port key and take her far away in that moment.

The girls had caught glimpses of each other naked plenty of times over the years. That just came with the territory of sharing a dorm and bathrooms. But what Daphne was seeing right now was more than just a quick glance. To her sheer horror she realized that the other girl had a clear and unobstructed view of her womanhood in all it’s glory.

As if that was not bad enough, she could feel a glob of Harry’s essence leaking out from her slightly gaping hole and trail down between her ass cheeks. She silently cursed the green-eyed bastard for ejaculating like an overpowered Aquamenti spell.

She closed her legs and pulled down her skirt. Her eyes met Daphne’s for a moment and her face went beet red in embarrassment. A sly and knowing grin crept onto Daphne’s face and she gave a meaningful look at Draco and raised an eyebrow before giving a wink.

She looked up at her boyfriend only to see him completely engaged in the book he was reading. She let out a sigh of relief at the fact that he had not noticed anything about her silent exchange with Daphne.

She got comfortable again, ensuring her cunt would not be on display to the entire common room. Thank Merlin! She thought to herself as she sent a silent prayer to any divinity that would listen that Draco didn’t know anything was amiss.

House of G

by maskedrider5

There is only so far a person can be pushed before they reach their breaking point. For Harry Potter that was his fourth year at Hogwarts. The Tri-Wizard Tournament had come to Hogwarts and while there was a limit to who could enter, Harry had been looking forward to just watching it. But of course, someone had it out for Harry and somehow he was entered and became the fourth participant. Much to Harry’s disdain, there was no way out of competing for him. Which also lead to him once again becoming the outcast of Hogwarts.

Even his Second year was more enjoyable by comparison and that’s not counting the fight with the Basilisk. Almost every student had turned on him calling him a cheater, liar, and attention seeker. Those Potter Stink buttons did not help things either. What stung the worst was his so-called best friends betraying him as well. Ron the ever-jealous prat turned on Harry without even a second thought. Lastly, Hermione, the one person Harry always felt like he could trust, decided it was better to take Ron’s side than his.

So Harry decided that enough was enough, Betrayed by his school, house, and friends Harry moved into the chamber of secrets. After his second year, he returned to explore other secrets it had. Much to his joy there was a large living space, a private library, and another tunnel that allowed him to enter without going to that bathroom. Following his move, he was approached by several familiar faces, namely Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones, and Neville Longbottom. Ever since his godfather Sirius Black returned to his life. Sirius had made it a point to have Harry mingle more with other houses, not just the Weasleys.

At first, Harry was unsure about the Greengrass family, what with Daphne being from Slytherin. Sirius was quick to end that thinking and during the summer Harry had spent time with them as well as Susan and her Aunt, and even a few days with Neville. So from the ashes of the Gryffindor trio aroused the Phoenix Fire Club. A small club made up of Harry, Daphne, Susan, Neville, and Tracey Davis. With four new members later on added, Luna Lovegood, The Weasley twins, and Cedric Diggory. They helped Cedric and Harry prepare for/survive the First task. When Harry completed his Gryffindor was quick to suck up to Harry and act like there was no bad blood. Ron also gave a fake apology while Hermione didn’t even think she needed to.

That led to Harry telling them all off and joining his new friends in celebrating with Cedric. Harry was enjoying his time with Cedric as he felt like a big brother to him. However, after the celebration, a certain Slytherin decided to change the relationship of a few of their members. Harry returned from training with Cedric while the twins and Neville worked on water-breathing solutions. After entering the Chamber of Secrets he found Daphne in the library wearing green lingerie.

“Afternoon Harry,” Daphne said standing up and replacing the book she was reading. Giving Harry a better look at the lacey thong she wore, Daphne could tell he was focused on her butt and gave it a shake. “I trust everything went okay.”

“Yes,” Harry replied barely able to focus.

“Really Potter, if you get so easily distracted by me. What about her?” Daphne smirked as a new figure entered the room. Susan Bone came in wearing a latex bodysuit that had holes in the front that gave access to her massive breasts. The suit didn’t cover her arms or legs but did give Harry a look at her butt, which had the words ‘Spank Me’ on it. “Say hello, Susie,” Daphne ordered after Susan set down a tray with tea and cake.

“Hello, Master.” Susan bowed before turning around and shaking her butt for him. Harry was speechless as he looked at the words on her rear. “Go ahead and do it.” Susan smiled. Without thinking Harry spanked her, Susan let out a moan and asked. “Again?” As if on autopilot Harry began to spank Susan over and over at one point Daphne thought he was using Susan’s butt as a drum set.

“Susie, we need more tea,” Daphne ordered making the two stop as Susan rushed out of the room.

“I’m on it.” She cried rushing to get back.

“Having fun Harry?” Daphne questioned, “Sit with me.” Harry took the seat opposite of her and finally had to ask.

“Daphne, What is going on?”

“Simple really. After all that has happened, I decided it is time we move our relationship to the next level.”

“How exactly?” When Sirius introduced him to Daphne, Harry learned that not only was he Sirius’s heir but the two of them were to be one day married. However, this was not going to be a normal kind of marriage. Any kid they had would either be a Greengrass or Black. So if he wanted to continue his family he needed to find a second wife. Of course, he did when Susan Bones entered the picture. Susan’s Aunt had decided it would be a good idea and Susan liked him. The only requirement is they have at least one child to carry on the Bone family line, Harry didn’t mind. He had wanted a big family and this was like a dream to him.

“Let me clue you in on something Harry. While you have only been a part of his world for a few years, I have been raised in it. I was taught how to survive and get what I wanted. One way is to observe my surroundings and I could tell the second I met Susie, that she was a sub just looking for her master or mistress. It’s the same for Longbottom if he ever saw a dominatrix, he’d need a shower and some new clothes.”

“Be nice.”

“I am, I’m thinking of setting him up with Tracey. One night with her and you’d see a new Neville.”

“Okay, but what’s this got to do with me?”

“Simple Harry. You’re no sub, your drum solo on Susie’s rear is proof of that. So I’ll help release all that pent-up you got.” Daphne said standing up. “Come along,” Daphne ordered taking Harry’s hand and leading him to his bed. Sitting on his bed Harry instinctively kissed her, unlike the small ones they had done before this one turned into a makeout. As they did, Daphne worked on stripping Harry. Harry did the same to Daphne. Breaking that kiss to remove his shirt left Daphne in all her naked glory before him. Harry had dreams of seeing her naked so to have the real thing before him made his member stand at attention. Daphne liked her lips and got down on her knees and slowly began to stroke him. “Remember Harry, here you are allowed to let loose. Be dominant, and don’t worry. If I don’t want to do something I will stop you.”

“Okay,” Harry replied before Daphne put it in her mouth. “Oh my god.” Harry gasped from the pleasure of her mouth. Daphne smirked at that as she bobbed her head and worked her tongue. Moans escaped his mouth as she continued she started to massage his balls which brought him closer to finishing. Out of nowhere Harry grabbed her head and made her move at his pace. Daphne was surprised by this as she found herself going from a blowjob to a facefucking. As she continued she noticed Harry had somehow managed to move his hands to grab her hair and use it like handlebars. Daphne meanwhile played with her pussy as she enjoyed every moment. Harry let out one final moan as he came in her mouth. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

“Enjoy that?” Daphne asked after swallowing his load. Harry nodded his head as he tried to catch his breath.

“How are you?”

“Helps I have no gag reflex,” Daphne smirked pushing him onto his back. “Now that we’re both warmed up. Time for the main event.” Positioning herself over him, Daphne lined him up and eased him in her. “Damn, you feel good.” Harry smiled as he began his hips. The feeling far surpassed jerking off and getting to see Daphne’s large breast bounce in front of him was a bonus. “Ah, that’s it. Keep going.” Harry grabbed her cheeks as he moved faster.

“Daphne I’m gonna-”

“Do it!” Daphne cried slamming herself down onto him. Harry released inside of her and at that moment felt a pleasure greater than defeating Malfoy at anything.

“Ah!” Daphne howled in bliss as she felt her legs give out and landed on top of him. “Not bad for a first time?” Daphne smiled as the two just laid there for a few minutes before Susan came in with a cup of tea.

“Mistress?” She asked not sure what to do. Daphne got up and took a drink before having Harry do the same. Feeling a second wind, Harry grabbed Susan and pulled her onto the bed. Susan was surprised but was even more so when she felt him at the entrance of her rear. It was not a new feeling to her as she had trained herself for this moment.

“Holy-” Harry gasped.” This feels so good.” Susan smiled as she moved her hips to match his speed. The was better than any toy she had used before and in her bliss, she just recently noticed Daphne playing with her boobs. Well, more like she was pretending to milk her like a cow. Susan knew some devious thoughts were going through Daphne’s mind right now. She already tried to pierce them with little rings so she could lead Susan around by her boobs. It was only because she convinced her Harry might not approve that save her. With one final yank of her tits, she felt herself Cum as Harry filled her up.

“Very nice.” Daphne smiled as she pulled a toy she had hidden by the bed. Susan was afraid it would be some kind of cow tail butt plug. Well, it was a butt plug, but it had the Hufflepuff crest on the end. This was a relief as Daphne inserted it into her. Harry once again laid on his bed as he watched this and he saw the writing on her rear change from ‘Spank Me’ to ‘A Gift From’. This made him chuckle as this was basically saying the amazing Susan Bones was a gift from Hufflepuff.

“Susie come lay with us. I sleep better with you close by.” Susan smiled as she stripped out of her outfit. The look on Harry’s face was proof he was happy at that moment. That was why she agreed to all this, after the joke that was his life, Harry deserved to be happy. While she wished she could have a turn at that moment, that was a special one between them. As she lay on the other side of Harry he seemed to register her presence as he pulled her closer to him. His left hand grabbed her rear. Which was an enjoyable experience for her. She may have been know for her large breast, but Susan Bones was more of a ass girl herself. She drifted off to sleep hearing the sound of his heartbeat and Susan knew she was where she was supposed to be.

Daphne could only smile as she looked at the sleeping Harry and Susan. She could only smile at her life now. Sure, more things needed to be done, but there was plenty of time for that. She made her way to her private room in the Chamber of Secrets. In it was an incubating Basillik egg and furniture fit for a pure-blood like herself. She slipped on her green silk robe as she took another sip of the special tea her mother had sent her.

It was a special blend that prevented pregnancy, Daphne may have been ready to give her virginity to Harry, but she was not ready to be a mom just yet. There was too much to do as of yet. At her desk were spell books and a target list. For too long the Greengrass family had been neutral in these wars. Now she was gonna make her move, she already had targets to extort, blackmail, or even enslave if that’s what it took to win this war. There were three that she was focused on at the moment. Nymphadora Tonks, oh the things she could do with a natural shapeshifter were limitless and not just in bed.

It helped Sirius had manage to get her to come for the tournament. Mostly since Harry shouldn’t have been and he wanted someone he trusted to keep an eye out for him. Another on the list was Fleur Delacour, Daphne disliked that witch from the start, and her insult of Harry did not help. Daphne was already forming a plan for her, and when Fleur was under her control. Well, let’s just say even if a quarter Veela can’t transform into a harpy. She planned to have a new pet bird, Fleur would look good with wing arm binders and a nice bird tail sticking out her butt, complete with a nice cage. The last on the top of the list was that prat Hermione Granger.

She thinks was playing a game she only knew from books. Some things could not change and her betrayal of Harry just made things easier for Daphne. Soon enough she’d have Hermione under her control and once she broke her like she had Susan. Well, there were ways she could make it up to Harry. Then they’ll give Ron Weasley a real reason to be jealous. For now, Daphne had other things to focus on, the Yule Ball was coming up and she had to make sure she, Harry, and Susan were ready.

Harry was not the best dancer, so he had been given private lessons with her, Susan and even Cedric helped as he was a boy and knew how to make Harry feel more comfortable doing all that. As Daphne set her cup down she had to wonder what the next task could imply. Something would be taken and they had to get it back, but what would that be, and how could she make it benefit them.

“Maybe someone will be so grateful they won’t realize you set a trap.” Daphne jumped as in her doorway was Luna Lovegood.

“Don’t do that,” Daphne ordered as she glared at the third year.

“Okay.” Luna says before going to Harry’s room. Daphne followed to see Luna was laying on Harry’s other side. Harry was already too deep asleep to do anything to her. Luna Lovegood was a strange one, it always seemed like she was one step ahead of everyone. But Daphne couldn’t deny the girl had her moments, even if she one day walked up and decided she was a part of their group. Next year Luna would learn her place, serving the queen of Hogwarts like a good girl. For now Daphne was going to find out what Fleur was going to lose and how to use it against her.

 Merlin’s Heir by Auror Aqua

Chapter 1: Pilot Chapter – The Forest.

Hermione and Harry walked hand in hand through the cold Forest of Dean, slowly making their way to a small clearing covered in dense foliage. As they cleared the trees, Hermione removed the blindfold she had Harry wearing. After wearing the blindfold for hours, he shielded his eyes against the sudden brightness. His heart was still racing from the not being able to see where he was going.

“Where are we Hermione?” Harry asked.

“Unfortunately”, Hermione started, “Seeing as your link to Voldemort is still rampant, I don’t want you to know our location. We are safe here though.”

Turning away from him, Hermione rummaged through her pack and produced a tent bag before swishing her wand and making the tent magically assemble itself.

"Come on," Hermione said, leading the way to the tent. "Let's get inside before it gets any colder."

As they walked inside, Harry once again marveled at how much magic could do. Instead of a small two person tent, he was looking at a moderately sized living quarters complete with a resting area, kitchen, separate beds, shower and the loo which was their own partitions separated by a tent flap. The tent offered a semblance of comfort and warmth. It was a temporary home in their relentless flight from Voldemort and his Death Eaters hunting them.

Walking to the rest area, they settled next to each other on a comfortable couch. Hermione conjured a small fire in the hearth in front of them, its warm glow fighting back the chill from the weather outside. They settled down, each lost in their own thoughts. The silence between them filled with worries of what the future would hold.

Harry broke the silence first, his voice low. "Do you ever think about how much longer we can keep doing this? Running, hiding... It feels like we're always one step ahead, but for how long?"

Hermione sighed, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "All the time. But then I remember what we're fighting for. It's not just about us, Harry. It's about everyone. We can't give up, not when so many are counting on us."

"I know," Harry admitted, staring into the flames. "It's just hard sometimes. It feels like this might never end. And I can't help but worry about what we're missing, the fights we're not there for."

Hermione reached out, her hand finding his in the flickering light. "We're doing what we can, Harry. And we're making a difference, even if it doesn't feel like it every day. We've already destroyed several Horcruxes. We're getting closer."

Harry nodded, the weight of their journey pressing down on him. "I just wish we had more to go on. Every clue feels like it's wrapped in riddles. And I hate feeling like we're always on the back foot."

"We'll figure it out, we always do," Hermione said with a determined glint in her eye. "We've got each other, and that's more than Voldemort has. He doesn't understand friendship, or love, or any of the things that make us stronger." A small smile tugged at Harry's lips. "Yeah. Together."

They sat in silence for a while longer, watching the flames dance and crackle. In that moment, the tent felt like the entire world. They were just two friends, bound by destiny, fighting in a war they did not want to be in, in hopes that they could create a peaceful future for their friends and family.

"Let's get some rest," Hermione finally said, standing and stretching. "Tomorrow's another day, and who knows what it'll bring. But we'll face it, like we always do. Together."

"Together," Harry echoed, feeling a surge of gratitude for Hermione's unwavering presence by his side. They retreated to their separate beds. The challenges of tomorrow weighing on their minds. At least for tonight, they found solace in their shared resolve, the flicker of the flames was gentle reminder of the light they fought to preserve in the world.

As Harry rolled over onto his side to try and relax, he couldn’t help but feel as if Ron abandoned the two of them. Salazar's Locket brought out the worst of Ron's insecurities by showing him flashes of Harry and Hermione together. This caused him to lash out at Harry and Hermione in a blind fit of jealousy.

“Hermione”, Harry said quietly, “Thank you for sticking with me. I can’t lose both of my best friends.”

“Think nothing of it Harry,” Hermione acknowledged. “I’ve always been by your side, and always will be. Now get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us in the morning.”

“Goodnight Hermione,” whispered Harry.

“Goodnight Harry.” She whispered back.

Awaking early in the morning, Hermione headed to the kitchen area and put on some tea. Instead of immediately waking up Harry, she decided to start working on a list of potential solutions to their Horcrux hunt.

As she pondered their options she began to mumble to herself while writing.

“Option one, we find more information on Horcruxes somehow, and see if they can be tracked. Unlikely, but a potential option.”

“Option two, we utilize the link between Harry and Voldemort again,” She pauses to nibble on her bottom lip, “However, that would put Harry in jeopardy. I don’t want to risk that.”
 “Option three, we go to the goblins. As they hire curse breakers and train them, perhaps they know of a way to remove the link to Voldemort.”

As she kept contemplating more solutions, the kettle started whistling that it was boiling, which in turn, roused Harry from his deep sleep. Rolling to a sitting position Harry groggily rubbed his eyes and groaned “Wh’time is it ‘Mione?”

As she grabbed the Kettle and made tea for both of them she responded “A quarter after seven. Sleep well then I take it?”

As she handed Harry a tea mug, he took a sip. “No nightmares. Think we can just stay here? Just enjoy the temporary peace for a little bit?”

“Unfortunately Harry,” Hermione sat next to him on the couch and turned to him, “While you were asleep, I came up with several options we can go through. That is the final option, but not one either of us would choose lightly. However, a few weeks won’t hurt any worse than they have.” Taking a small sip she continued, “I think our best action right now, is to go to the goblins and see if they can assist us in breaking the link to Voldemort. This would allow us to move freely without worry of him spying on us.”

Harry sat absorbing the information. A frown marring his face. “How would we convince the Goblins to break a curse for us? Money isn’t always the answer for them. Their trade secrets are more valuable. Even the wizard curse breakers they train are hardly a fraction of their skill level.”

“I thought about that while making the list,” said Hermione. “As the only member of the Potter family remaining, and of legal age, we can access the main Potter family vault, and not just the trust fund that Dumbledore allowed you. Even if it takes a huge amount, I am sure you can come to an agreement with them concerning the cost.”

She paused for a minute in thought. “Perhaps we could learn some of their customs in the meantime, and try to show respect. It couldn’t hurt. You know how most wizards treat goblin-kind.”

“True,” Harry said, “However, where would we learn about their customs? We’re not exactly able to go out to a library and ask around while being hunted now can we?”

Staring at Harry, Hermione just shook her head. “By now, I’m surprised you don’t know.” She pulled her pack open again and rummaged inside until she found a book titled ‘Goblin Customs Through The Ages’, set it on the table, and then pulled out another one titled ‘Gobbledygook for the aspiring wizard’.

“I figure we can spend a few hours a day studying the goblin language, as well as their etiquette and customs.”

Harry chuckled at Hermione always being prepared for unusual circumstances such as this one. “Once I take a shower, I will cook us some food, and then we can begin the studying. Can’t believe we’re away from school, and still managing to have homework.”

Harry turned and walked to the shower. Without thinking about it, he slipped his sleeping shirt off of his torso and began to open the flap to the shower. Before he entered the partition, Hermione turned to ask him something, but stopped short.

She got a clear look at his back covered in scars from the previous abuse of his childhood with the Dursleys. Combined with his obvious undernourishment over the years, it was a wonder that Harry was able to trust anyone. The sight, though gruesome, made her proud that Harry put his faith in her.

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After fifteen minutes in the shower washing away the aches and pains from the long walk to the clearing, Harry came out smelling like fresh mint. With Hermione facing away from him, once more absorbed in a book, he decided to pull a page from Sirius’s book. He crept quietly behind her. When he got close enough, he whispered “Making any progress over there Mione?”

With a girlish shriek and one dropped book later, Hermione was out of the couch faster than a firebolt. She quickly walked around the side of the couch and began smacking Harry's arm.

“How. Dare. You. Scare. Me. Harry. James. Potter.” Each word was accentuated with another smack to the arm as her face turned pink with embarrassment. All the while, Harry just kept laughing heartily.

“I honestly couldn’t help myself ‘Mione.” With a Cheshire grin plastered on his face and his tangled mop of hair still dripping from the shower, he asked her what she would like for breakfast before she could continue her tirade.

“You know how to cook?”, she asked incredulously.

Harry nodded his head. “Unfortunately, living with the Dursleys imparted a lot of important household skills onto me. Not by choice mind you.” With Hermione’s eyes going wide, she began to protest, but before she could he continued. “Cooking is one of the few things that I enjoyed over the years ‘Mione. So what shall it be?”

With a sigh and a quiet voice, she relented. “Surprise me then.”

With another grin to lighten the mood, Harry began to rummage through the cupboards in search of ingredients while Hermione sat back down and continued reading her book.

Thirty minutes later, Harry had a savory English breakfast comprised of bacon, bangers, beans, grilled tomatoes, sunny side up eggs, mushrooms, and toast laid out on the dining room table.

With the sound of plates hitting the tabletop, Hermione sat her book down, and walked over to the table. Harry pulled out her chair for her, and she sat down, surprised once more by Harry's manners.

Harry sat on the other side of the small dining room table from her, and let her pick what she wanted before he loaded his plate with primarily bangers and beans. Once his plate was filled, he looked at Hermione, waiting to see her reaction.

As she stared at the food in wonder, and smelled the rich aromas wafting from the dishes, she took her fork and knife and cut a banger in three pieces before popping one into her mouth. Immediately an involuntary moan escaped her mouth as the flavour coated her taste buds and assaulted her senses.

Once she was done with the first bite, she looked at him and smiled. Harry truly did have a hidden talent. “Thank you for the food Harry. It’s fantastic.” she said before continuing to eat.

With the praise for his food, Harry began to dig in to his own plate, ready to start the day right.

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The next few weeks were a blur of culture shock for the two teens. Each day they would wake up, take their showers, cook together, and begin studying the relations between the goblins and wizards for a couple hours a day. According to the books, goblins weren’t always the nicest lot, especially seeing all of the wars over the centuries between goblins and wizard-kind. Harry really should have paid more attention in Mr. Binns class.

At least goblins were willing to listen to people who managed to shower them with an appropriate monetary value, and if not, respect, and combat prowess, were second in the rankings for most deals made over the times.

After studying, they would practice duels to make sure they were in fighting shape. They didn’t want to become lazy even though they were safe, and off the grid.

Three weeks after their initial arrival to the clearing, Harry was walking out of the shower in a pair of sweat pants and the towel draped over his shoulders, walking to the chest by his bed to grab a shirt.

Hermione, seeing this, finally mustered the courage to ask him about the scars. “Harry, I don’t mean to pry into your personal life but,” She paused, “The scars on your back. How did you get them?”

Harry turned to look at her and she could see the him tense up at the question.

“These scars were punishments from the Dursleys for not doing household chores correctly, on time, or any other excuse they needed to beat me.” He could see the pained look in her eyes and looked away, quickly finding a shirt to put on before continuing. “Dumbledore knew about the situation I was in with them. He said I had to stay there for my protection. When you helped me free Sirius, I honestly thought I could finally be free of their petty wrath against me. That I finally had a family that would treat me properly.”

He crossed the tent, and sat down on the couch next to her, the smell of Hermione’s Vanilla and Lavender toiletries quickly wafting through his nose and calming him down. “After the battle at the ministry, after loosing Sirius, the beatings and taunts became worse. They were informed by Dumbledore that Sirius died, as well as his relation to me.

There were many times where I wanted to run away, to hurt them like they hurt me, and in the worst event, I wanted to kill them when Voldemort was inside my mind whispering constantly.”

She could hear the pain in his voice as he talked about it. She quickly scooted closer to him and held her in a tight hug. Tears of her own slowly spilled from her eyes as she imaged how painful and lonely it must have been for him.

Harry just held her, allowing the grief of losing Sirius to truly claim him for once. In his best friends arms, he was finally able to shed the guilt of that night and cry.

After fifteen minutes of holding each other, and calming down slowly, they broke apart, and looked into each others puffy, bloodshot eyes. With his hands resting on her shoulders still, Harry gently cradled Hermione’s cheek with his hand and smiled. She was his best friend. Where Ron abandoned both of them, she stood by him through it all. Time and again she proved her loyalty to him without question.

He stared at her for a moment longer before pulling her forward and gently placing a kiss against her lips.

Shocked from the contact, Hermione just stared at him. Pink quickly overtook her facial features she squeaked his name.

“I don’t know why I did that Hermione.” Harry stated with a sheepish look on his face. He was clearly embarrassed just like her. “I just realized how much you truly mean to me, and I wanted to show you how I felt, and the scent of your hair, and your lotions all combined into a very distracting manner…” He continued rambling.

Hermione slowly came out of her shocked state and pressed a finger to his lips. “Harry, I have been your best friend for seven long years. You don’t have to explain your actions to me. I was just surprised at you is all.”

Before he could say anything else, she pulled him to her again, and kissed him, this time, in a languid, love filled manner. Their hearts both beat loudly as they pulled apart. Both green and brown eyes sparkling with the newfound step in their relationship.

Once Hermione realized how forward she was, she quickly stammered a quick “Let’s cook lunch,” before rushing into the kitchen to prepare food. After a couple of minutes laughing at their reactions, Harry followed her into the kitchen and began chopping some onions, carrots, and potatoes for a mirepoix. Hermione on the other hand was cutting beef into cubes and had rice going in another pot to prepare beef tips on rice.

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After a month in the forest, Hermione awoke in the middle of the night to Harry screaming in pain. She knew this typically meant Voldemort was assaulting Harry with visions. She quickly rushed to his bed and shook him awake. He awoke sitting up immediately panting. It hurt her to see him in this much pain. She immediately held him in her arms and kept stroking her hand through his messy hair trying to calm him down. Once the shaking calmed enough, Hermione climbed into bed with Harry and pulled him against her to keep him company for the rest of the night. They both needed sleep, and with this recent anomaly, she planned to execute the plan later in the day. Till then, they went back to sleep. Harry was too shaken to even question why Hermione climbed into bed with him. He just knew he was safe.

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Later that morning

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They knew entering Diagon Alley would be dangerous. However, once they got their morning routines done, they held hands and side-along apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

Once they arrived, they immediately headed to the back alley, and Hermione tapped the order of the bricks in the wall to open the entrance to Diagon Alley. Once the entrance was open, they donned the hoods of their travel cloaks and headed inside, walking at a calm, but cautious pace not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Nowadays the streets of Diagon Alley were almost deserted for fear of Death Eaters. With little worry of being spotted, they quickly made their way to the bank and opened the heavy doors.

Inside, Harry quickly found his vault manager Griphook and in Gobbledygook gave a friendly greeting, “Greetings Griphook, May your enemies spill rivers of blood before you, and the vaults of Gringotts flow with the spoils of war.”

To say Griphook was shocked was an understatement. He quickly looked at 17 year old Harry Potter and smiled his sharp toothed grin. “Good day to you as well Mr. Potter. May your business prosper and your enemies tremble at your name.” After a quick bow, Griphook continued. “What is it that Mr. Potter is needing in Gringotts today?”

Harry bowed himself as well, and without hesitation stated “I need to speak with your King about a sensitive subject. If he would deign an audience with us, I would be forever grateful, and will be willing to part with a large sum of the value of House Potter, as well as House Blacks fortunes.”

Griphook quickly pulled up the financial records of both Houses, and smiled again at the young wizard. “I am sure his Majesty would be willing to listen to your request. Forty percent should suffice from both houses. Gold only. Any artifacts shall remain untouched. Are we agreed?”

Harry turned to Hermione and let out the breath he was holding from nervousness, smiled, and then turned back to Griphook. “Very well Griphook. This is an urgent matter. Make it fifty percent. I need to talk to him now.”

Griphook was enjoying this day more and more. It had been ages since a wizard spoke Gobbledygook and learned their traditions. With a wave of his hand, an attendant next to him rushed to relay the message.

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Thirty minutes later, the messenger came back and spoke quickly to Griphook before stepping to the side. Griphook with an even greater smile than ever, motioned for Harry and Hermione to follow him into a hallway behind his desk.

After a ten minute walk, they appeared at a door made of goblin metal, intricate gold inlays, and jewels. Griphook knocked once, and announced “Griphook, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger to see his Majesty.

The door silently swung open. Griphook calmly walked in, bowed, and remained so as the teenagers came behind him, and did the same.

If Harry was nervous before, now, he was petrified. The king of the goblins Ripshank was sitting on a literal throne made of gold, weapons of every caliber behind it on the walls, and an aura that emanated power and authority. Then he spoke.

“Mr. Potter. We shall ignore formalities due to your urgency. What is it that you want from me?” The voice was deep, and dangerous.

“I have a connection to the dark lord Voldemort. I hear his voice, see things in dreams, and any time I am near him, my scar burns like the cruciatus curse is affecting me. Is there any way for your ward breakers to remove this connection?”

Ripshank laughed immediately and asked “The sum of that knowledge is very expensive Mr. Potter. The meeting was forty percent of your assets, yet you added an additional ten without request. Seeing as you were willing to increase our agreement first, I shall only increase it once. The deal is now sixty percent of your assets. Do you accept?”

Bowing deeply, Harry looked at Ripshank, and said in a firm voice “Without hesitation your majesty.”

“Very well Mr. Potter. So it shall be. Griphook, see to it immediately.” With that, Ripshank waved them to a room adjacent to his office. The three quickly moved to the room. Inside, Harry sat down in a chair and waited, unsure of what sort of procedure would occur.

“Mr. Potter, this procedure will hurt, but do not be afraid. All will be well in less than two minutes.” Griphook grabbed a jar off a shelf and produced a wand.

Hermione was shocked because in the last rebellion, goblins were forbidden from wielding wands due to them being too powerful as it was. Knowing the situation however, she remained silent and just watched.

“Griphook strapped Harry into the chair to restrain him, and without waiting, put the wand to Harry's temple and, just like a memory pulled for a pensieve, began extracting an inky dark mist from Harry who began thrashing about in the restraints. The pain from the cruciatus curse paled drastically in comparison to this onslaught on his senses. He tried to scream, but even his vocal chords were unable to function with all the pain. For two minutes Griphook worked just as he said.

Once Griphook retrieved the soul piece, he trapped it in the unbreakable jar, and cast several more seals on it before vanishing it to the lowest depths of Gringotts.

As soon as the soul piece was removed, Harry immediately calmed down. The pain of the severance ceased immediately. Griphook quickly unlatched Harry’s restraints and waved Hermione over to help the lad stand up. She quickly obeyed.

Wrapping an arm behind his back and under his arm, she pulled him up and walked him out of the room and back into Ripshanks office. Griphook followed behind them, and Harry quietly asked him, “Griphook, while we have your attention, may I access the Potter family vaults? I need to check if there are any relics that may help us against Voldemort.”

“With pleasure Mr. Potter. Let us make haste. After expending that much magic, I too need rest. It is no question that the two of you will remain silent about what happened today, yes?”

Both Hermione and Harry agreed.

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After a quick cart ride through the winding depths of Gringotts, Harry, Hermione, and Griphook arrived at the Potter family vault. With a drop of Harry's blood on the door, it began unlatching itself. Once it swung open, they two teens stepped inside the massive room. Griphook, stayed outside. The large piles of gold were diminished quite drastically. On the far wall, sat a single glass case with what looked to be a pendant in it. Harry opened the case, and inspected it with Hermione. Both of them immediately recognized it. It was a time turner. But nothing like they had ever seen before. It was ornate, and far older than the others by a large margin with a giant E settled between the hourglass partitions.

“It’s beautiful.” Breathed Hermione. As ancient as the Sword of Godric Gryffindor, and Rowena Ravenclaws Diadem, it shined brilliantly and pulsed with strong magic. As they stared entranced, all hell broke loose with one quick shout. “Avada Kedavra!”

The two quickly turned and drew their wands towards the entrance of the vault just in time to see Griphooks lifeless body fall to the ground as if in slow motion. Standing behind him was none other than Voldemort with a feral grin on his face. With a look of triumph, his cold, evil voice rasped out “You cannot hide any longer Harry Potter! I have finally cornered you and it is time to pay with your life!” He looked from him to Hermione, and then said “You and that mudblood.”

Immediately jumping into action, Harry and Hermione quickly ducked behind one of the piles of gold. Neither said a thing. They put the time turner on, and spun it. It didn’t matter how far back it put them, so long as it kept them from Voldemort.

They held hands and closed their eyes. Without a sound they disappeared.

Power of Parseltongue

By Daemonioros

Harry/Parvati/Padma

Padma and Parvati take it upon themselves to teach Harry about his gift of parseltongue. That greatly helps him through his years at Hogwarts and makes his adventures just that little bit easier. Later on Harry makes good use of the one use of parseltongue that he perhaps loves the most. That being in the bedroom.

If you asked Harry what really was the catalyst that helped his life forward for the better he could quite clearly point towards that one evening in the Gryffindor common room when Parvati of all people passed him a note.

‘Hey Harry, could you meet me and my sister Padma tomorrow after classes? In the 3rd empty classroom on the left corridor of the 4th floor.

You see in India Parseltongue is a much more common ability than here in Britain (albeit still quite rare) and thus we know quite a bit more about it than the average prejudiced Brit. Now let me start off by saying that speaking parseltongue doesn’t make you a dark wizard, that’s just superstition due to a few well known British dark wizards having been parselmouths. In India as well as in most of Asia and Africa speakers are actually highly respected since Parseltongue lends itself very well to healing magic. Why do you think hospitals all show the rod of asclepius as a symbol which very prominently features a snake. We could tell you some more about your gift (and yes it is a gift no matter what most of the school might think) and perhaps also get some more friends out of it.

See you tomorrow’

He didn’t really know how to react to it but he did eventually decide to go and it was perhaps the best decision he had ever made. Only the day he proposed could come close.

Parvati managed to tell him quite a bit about parseltongue and it made him realize she wasn’t nearly as much of an airhead as Hermione made her out to be. She just greatly enjoyed fashion, but wasn’t obsessed to the point her schoolwork suffered.

Padma was a font of information in general and not just on parseltongue. And from her he learned many of the things that most of his classmates just assumed he knew in the first place. He really would have liked to know more about the history of his family or even that he owned a few house elves, almost all of the older wizarding families did; the Weasleys were an exception and not the rule.

When they wrote back to their grandparents in India and got them to send books on Parselmagic he finally learned truly how useful his gift was.

Two entire books full of spells, one almost exclusively healing spells, one book on the history of parseltongue. A book on parseltongue based rituals, and what a surprise it was that Britain was the only place in the world where ritual magic in general was illegal instead of just some of the darker ones.

But most importantly a book simply titled ‘Basics of Parseltongue’. It wasn’t very thick but that one book helped him more than every other book he ever read. Everything from basic parseltongue spells such as dealing with snake venom. To just the trick on how to speak parseltongue without having a snake to speak to, as well as how to distinguish when he was speaking Parseltongue and when he was speaking english. That last part was more important than he could ever have imagined with just how often he slipped into parseltongue during conversation after reading some of his books written in parselscript. Luckily it only really happened with Padma and Parvati and once or twice with Hermione, he would not have liked to see how the school would have reacted to him practicing his gift after how they reacted to him saving Finch-Fletchley’s life.

He tried to imagine how his life would have gone if he didn’t know just how useful his gift really was. Would he have died against the basilisk if he didn’t know that parseltongue healing spell to quickly remove venom from snake bites.

Or would the Dragon in his 4th year have fried him if he didn’t know he could just speak to it. As soon as the dragon realized there was a fake among its eggs it straight up threw it out and all he had to do was pick it up. Most of his back up plans also relied on parseltongue, he didn’t even want to think about the fake Moody’s suggestion. I mean seriously trying to outfly a creature made for the sky. If he didn’t know better about Crouch Jr’s motives now he would think he was trying to get him killed not make him win the tournament by being the first to grab the cup.

In 5th year it allowed him access to all the hidden passages that Slytherin had made for his personal use in the castle. Which was rather useful when trying to avoid Umbridge and her cronies. And the stress relief he got when he started dating Parvati shortly into that year certainly helped him stay calmer in her horrific lessons, just ignoring her taunting about Voldemort. That was also the year when more of his year had their opinions on parseltongue challenged when he often used the healing spells to fix people up after one of the DA dueling sessions.

He certainly didn’t expect to be singled out by Madam Pomprey later on that year when she asked him why and how he was healing so many of her students. Apparently her diagnostic spells could also see older injuries that had been healed in the past few days and when a few to many people came in with previously healed injuries that she didn’t remember healing she asked them who did. And since very few students dared lie to the determined school mediwitch they all named Harry as the one to do the healing.

Turns out Madam Pomphrey very much knew about the incredible uses of Parseltongue in healing magic and was very pleased when she had her suspicions confirmed that he was indeed using those. She offered him basic healing training, saying that even if he didn’t ever become a healer himself it would do him a lot of good in a lot of professions. With the aurors top among those, an Auror who had a mediwizard license would much easier get accepted into training and promoted.

He graduated with a full Mediwizard license and did in fact end up being a healer at Saint Mungo’s. Specializing in difficult lingering curses or diseases that either parseltongue or his other specialty of ritual healing magic could often help with. 

Even the Horcruxes had been easier to take out thanks to Parseltongue. The book on parselmouth rituals had an entire section on destroying abominations of nature as the book had called them. Using a rather long ritual he managed to destroy every piece of soul that was connected to the one in Slytherins locket. Just such a shame he didn’t know to do that ritual before Voldemort got his body back, as doing it then would have killed the dark wanker immediately. Although he was quite happy that doing it also got rid of the up until then unknown horcrux that was in his scar. He didn’t want to gamble on Dumbledore’s idea of suicide to Voldemort and hope some miracle happens.

Defeating Voldemort in a straight up duel is also something he knew he couldn’t actually do. So he trained relentlessly in being able to cast with two wands at the same time. Thus when the priori incantatem effect that had surprised him in the graveyard happened once again he was able to pull out a second wand and hit Voldemort with a silent reducto right on the chest.

The aftermath of the war was still rough but he felt it was much better than it could have been. At first they didn’t understand how it was possible that the fearsome death eaters were so magically weak. It might have made some sense if it was only the ones that spent over a decade in azkaban. But even the ones who got off on the imperius excuse like Malfoy were clearly not at their best during the battle. Leading them to have remarkably little losses. That only a few of the most powerful death eaters could still cast the killing curse of course helped tremendously in that.

Only months later did Padma work it out with some assistance from Hermione. Voldemort had been constantly draining his followers' magic through the dark marks on their arms; he needed this magic to keep his magically created body from disintegrating after he lost the link to his horcruxes. And if his body failed then without his horcruxes his spirit would not linger either.

The time after the war had been hectic. Two very different weddings followed when he proposed to each of his then girlfriends shortly after the battle was over, in their own words ‘we might be sharing just about everything in life so far including a fiance but we won’t be sharing a wedding’.

Parvati wanted a very modern western wedding where she had everything meticulously planned out herself. Including her dress that she had designed herself.

Padma on the other hand wanted a fully traditional Indian wedding. Harry had to speedily learn Hindi to not make a fool of himself in front of his wives grandparents. Luckily magic greatly helped in learning a language.

They had been married for nearly 5 years now. And still there was no better feeling than laying in bed with either of his wives. Or better yet both of them. Currently they were waiting for Padma to come home, but from the fact that they both him and Parvati were already naked and cuddling in bed he suspected they once again would have started before she actually arrived.

“What are you thinking about love?”

“Just thinking about how much better parseltongue made my life despite me thinking it was a curse at first after that dueling club incident.”

“Well if you have time and energy to reminiscence like that you should have enough to practice with my favorite use for your gift so come here”

Well Harry was certainly up for that so he turned towards his wife and kissed her deeply. Then he proceeded to place kisses down every inch of her beautiful body right down to her core. He decided to tease her first and get her to really beg before he gave her what she asked for so he kept at it agonizingly slow. Every time she came close to becoming undone he would just change it up again. Never once letting her come. Every time she let out a frustrated moan when he stopped right on the edge again he just looked up at her in her eyes and raised an eyebrow. She knew exactly what she needed to do for him to let her come.

“Please Harry please just let me cum” she finally gave in and said the magic words.

He redirected his attention towards her clit and started speaking in parseltongue.

Ꞩ Then come for me Ꞩ

That was already enough but Harry wasn’t done just yet. As soon as she came down from her first orgasm he kept going, now using parseltongue liberally. His beautiful wife came 3 more times before they were interrupted by their bedroom door opening up.

“Aw come on Parv, you two started without me again. That’s the third time this week.”

“I can’t help that you work such long hours, Pad. Maybe if you worked a little bit less you could join us right when we started.”

Harry decided to stay out of it again. There was no point in trying to moderate when his twin wives got into an argument that they had a hundred times before. Instead he decided to help Padma out of her clothes even as she was still continuing her back and forth with her sister about her not working too much. She was just on a critical point in her research. He personally was of the opinion that she always seemed to be at a critical point whenever he asked but he knew better than to mention that to the fanatical researcher with the Unspeakables.

Him having two wives was not something he had ever considered whilst growing up. Let alone twin beauty’s like Padma and Parvati. But once again his muggle upbringing seemed to have biased him. As whilst polygamy wasn’t terribly common in magical Britain it was perfectly legal. And in magical India it was downright common, especially for men with large amounts of magical power or a rare gift. He had both and that was what convinced his wives parents that the both of them marrying the same man wasn’t such a bad thing.

He just about finished stripping Padma when their argument wound down again.
“Well how about you sit on Harry’s face and get the same thing I just got whilst I return the favor. And then you also get the first go on his cock. Would that satisfy you Pad?”

“Well yes that seems like a brilliant idea to me. Now lay down on your back Harry.” as she pushed him back towards their bed.

He certainly wasn’t going to argue with that so quickly did exactly as she asked and within seconds he had his second wife’s beautiful ass on top of his face. And unlike with Parvati she did not enjoy being teased as much so he got straight into it and got her moaning his name in seconds.

            Meanwhile Parvati was busy taking care of his cock that had been uncomfortably hard ever since he first started eating her out. She truly had come far from those clumsy blowjobs she used to give him when they first started dating in 5th year. Now she expertly teased him by licking his shaft all over before taking him all the way down to the hilt deep into her throat. By the time he came down her throat her sister had cum on his face twice already.

“Now come on and switch sis. I want that cock in me right now and you just promised I could go first.” Even as she was saying that Padma was already moving down his body and turning herself around.

“You do know that I like his tongue just as much as his dick Pad? Sitting on Harry’s face isn’t exactly a punishment.”

“Well all the more for me then” and right then Padma sank down on him and started rocking around.

“Fill me right up Harry, get me pregnant with your children.”

It had come as a bit of a surprise back in his 6th year when Padma joined in on their relationship and he found out she had a massive breeding fetish. Despite the fact she wanted to focus on her career and research first and didn’t really want any children before she turned at minimum 25. He rather looked forward to the day she would let him knock her up for real.

That got him to start bucking up his hips in tandem with Padma bouncing up and down. Reaching just that much further inside her. Padma liked being on top and he had no objections to those preferences. Besides if he wanted to be on top all he would need to do is turn to his other wife since Parvati heavily preferred that.

He could tell that both of them were rather close both from the way they were moaning as well as from how Padma tightened around him. And it wasn’t all that hard to make them come at exactly the same time by hissing just at Parvati’s clit right as Padma was reaching her peak. And Padma clamping down on him as she came was enough to send him over the edge as well, filling her right up.

Padma slipped off him and laid down next to him onto her back. Whilst Parvati slipped off him and moved next to him on her hands and knees. Swinging her ass at him in such a way that he was hard again within seconds. Right as he slipped into her from behind he once again thought like he had so many times before; ‘I just love parseltongue’.

Rising From The Ashes
By Outsight

Hints of Harry/Narcissa

With a burst of green flames Harry Potter stepped out from an ornate fireplace and into the atrium of the Ministry of Magic.

Hundreds of witches and wizards flowed around him as part of the morning rush into their various jobs, the large crowd allowing Harry some much needed anonymity that was sorely lacking from his life since the fall of Voldemorts regime. As he began to make his way towards the wand security checkpoints, Harry kept an eye on those near him and repressed a nervous tick at the memory of the last time he had been in the cavernous room.

The atrium was mostly unchanged since that narrow escape last year; the walls and ceiling were still clad in murky green tiles and the floor was still a dark polished wood. The only noticeable change Harry could see was that the golden fountain had thankfully been removed and was now an open space with a Daily Prophet vendor handing out newspapers and shouting headlines over the din created by the influx of people.

As Harry waited in the queue for security, he caught a glimpse of one of the adverts that had been repeated on the front page of the Prophet for the last few days and the reason that he was at the Ministry in the first place.

MINISTRY OF MAGIC SEEKS VOLUNTEERS
CAPABLE OF THE PATRONUS CHARM

Harry could only think of one reason that the Auror Office would need people with that particular skill, and if his assumption was correct then he was more than happy to help.

With multiple wand checkpoints set up, the wait to get through security was mercifully short. There was a slight hiccup when the official weighing Harry’s wand – or rather Draco’s wand ­– recognised him, and insisted on thanking him and shaking his hand. Harry managed an awkward “You’re welcome”, before he was quickly on his way and hidden at the very back of one of the Ministry’s many lifts.

Despite it being the very start of the work day, a flock of paper aeroplanes was already circling overhead, with smaller groups coming and going as the lift stopped on the various levels. Eventually a melodious voice announced “Level 2 – Department of Magical Law Enforcement” and the metal grates slid open with a rattle, revealing Harrys destination. He received some shocked looks as he moved past the last few remaining occupants of the lift, as if they couldn’t believe that they had shared the compartment with the Harry Potter and not known about it.

Harry ignored the looks however, and quickly approached the reception desk, behind which sat a brunette witch, who was bent low, scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment.

“Excuse me,” said Harry, “I was, er, looking for the patronus volunteer meeting?”

“Third door on the right,” the witch replied, gesturing over her shoulder without looking up from her work.

“Thanks,” Harry replied and made his way down the corridor, pushing open the door the woman had indicated.

Inside was a conference room, set up with rows of chairs facing an elevated podium at the front, and milling about the room were many more people than Harry had expected. Some were strangers to him, but he was surprised to recognise most of the witches and wizards in the room to be the surviving members of the DA. Harry stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of so many of his old friends reunited, and thinking of the ones who were painfully absent.

It only lasted a moment before someone noticed him and called out.

“Harry!” Susan Bones practically shouted before yanking him further into the room where he was quickly surrounded by familiar faces, handshakes and hugs. Harry made sure to speak to everyone, whether they were quick catch ups with meaningless small talk or offering heartfelt words of condolence to those who had lost family. Many people asked after Ron and Hermione, and Harry found himself repeating the same explanation over and over again; that they were away in Australia looking for Hermione’s parents but they would be back soon and they should all organise a get together to catch up properly.

At precisely nine o’clock, the door to the conference room opened again, admitting the Minister of Magic himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt and a witch and wizard that Harry recognised as being senior Aurors.

“Alright settle down everyone. If I could ask you to take your seats, we can begin,” Kingsley’s deep voice easily rose over the rest of the talk in the room.

He stepped up on the podium and arranged some papers on a lectern in front of him, with the two aurors standing to either side and slightly behind.

“I’m sure you’re all curious why we’ve asked you here, so lets get straight to it,” he continued, his eyes scanning the assembly. “Approximately two weeks ago, following the Battle of Hogwarts, the Dementors returned to Azkaban and have taken up residence there once again. So far they have been co-operative with the Ministry, but we are obviously being very cautious.

“The issue at hand is the inmates. Under Voldemorts government, many muggleborns and halfbloods were illegally sentenced to life without parole, after which they were thrown into jail and forgotten about. As such the Auror Office has devised an evacuation plan, which Aurors Holloway and Smith will brief you on now.”

Kingsley gestured to the two standing either side of him, who took a step forward to address the crowd.

“The plan is simple,” said the witch in a short, no-nonsense tone of voice. “We will rendezvous here at 0800 tomorrow and split into two teams. Our portkeys are scheduled to depart at 0830, and will transport both Teams A and B to the coast of Northumberland. From there, we will be flying East over the North Sea until we reach the prison.

“Team A will be lead by myself and comprised entirely of Aurors, who will be entering Azkaban to extract all prisoners as quickly and cleanly as possible. They will be transported via portkey to Ministry holding cells where they will be processed and receive medical attention from a specialist group of healers on loan from St Mungos.”

“Meanwhile I will be leading Team B which will be comprised of yourselves,” continued the wizard. “Our objective is to maintain the perimeter and contain the Dementors in the local area, whilst allowing Team A to focus their attention on their targets. Once Team A has given the all clear, we will be herding the Dementors back into Azkaban, and I will activate the protective enchantments to seal them inside.”

Their briefings given the two Aurors stepped back behind Kingsley.

“Yes thank you,” said the Minister. “Does anyone have any questions?”

When no one raised a hand, Kingsley nodded appearing satisfied.

“Good. You are of course all volunteers, so you are under no obligation to aid with this operation. That being said, your help would be greatly appreciated. If you could sign the roster with Auror Holloway, we will know to expect you tomorrow. Thank you.”

With that the meeting broke up and the members of the DA began to chat excitedly between themselves. As Harry made his way through the group, bidding everyone farewell and telling them he would see them tomorrow, he was pulled aside by a large, firm hand on his shoulder.

“I wonder if I might have a quick word with you Harry,” said Kingsley in an undertone, as he led Harry over to the far corner of the conference room.

“Yeah sure,” said Harry and with a swipe of his wand, the noise from the rest of the room was muted to a dull murmur and the two of them were left in a pocket of privacy. “What can I do you for Kingsley?”

The Minister studied him for a moment, as though trying to come to a decision, before he replied.

“The Death Eaters that were captured at the Battle of Hogwarts are currently being held here, in the Ministry. It’s not ideal and the plan is to keep them here until we have evacuated Azkaban, and then transfer them to the prison whilst they await their trials before the Wizengamot.”

“Okay…..” Harry said questioningly.

“Put simply, they can tell something is happening. Many of them know what Azkaban is like and they’re getting desperate.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with – ”

“One of them has asked to see you,” Kingsley cut him off.

“What?” said Harry, completely shocked. “Who?”

“Narcissa Malfoy.”

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The interrogation room that Harry found himself in was spartan. The only items were a plain table, with two chairs on either side and bare, neutral coloured walls. Lit by a single overhead lamp that was uncomfortably bright, Harry thought that if he had to wait in the room for any length of time he would slowly start to go mad with boredom. Luckily, it was only a few minutes after he was shown in by Kingsley that the solid metal door opened and an auror escorted in the woman plaguing his thoughts.

Despite being directed into a chair at wand point, Narcissa Malfoy was just as poised and elegant as every other time Harry had crossed paths with her. She wore bedraggled Ministry issued robes as though she were modelling them in a high end boutique, with her shoulders back and her head held high. When the auror finished securing her handcuffs to the table, she clasped her hands together as though she was taking part in some kind of high profile business meeting.

As her escort retreated back out of the room, Narcissa stared at Harry, her eyes a piercing blue, with long, straight pale blonde hair and dark brunette eyebrows. Her cheekbones and jawline were sharp, with a long straight nose and thin, wide mouth. The only signs of her age were the veins on the backs of her hands and a few lines around her eyes, and if Harry had not known she had a son his age, he would have thought she was thirty-five at most. She wore the expression of a lion that had caught a young wildebeest and was now deciding on how best to enjoy her meal and Harry had to admit that the woman’s beauty and presence was intimidating him, if only slightly.

There was a beat of silence as the two considered each other across the table before Harry spoke.

“Good morning Mrs Malfoy. How have you been?”

She smiled at him charmingly. “As well as can be expected, given my current predicament, thank you. Yourself Mr Potter?”

“As well as can be expected,” Harry replied evenly. “I wanted to say thank you. For what you did in the forest.”

“You are most welcome of course, but your gratitude is appreciated all the same.”

“Why did you do it? I’ve been curious since that night. It was a terrible risk, to lie to Voldemorts face like that.” Harry felt a small hint of satisfaction as the name caused Narcissa’s face to twitch, but she remained otherwise composed.

“A risk yes, but a calculated one. I will admit I was anxious to know that Draco was safe, but as soon as I felt that you were alive, I realised that the battle could still go either way. If you were to emerge victorious, then my assistance would have been invaluable, as indeed did end up being the case.”

Harry sighed. Trust a Slytherin to try and capitalise on every situation. “And now that your gamble has paid off, you’ve asked for me here so that you can cash in your prize.”

Narcissa’s smile gained a predatory edge. “In a manner of speaking.”

“And what is it that you want?”

“I am no fool Mr Potter, I know that I cannot avoid the repercussions of the war completely, but Draco… he would not fare well in Azkaban. He used to be such a gentle soul, when he was young, but the decisions he was forced to make, the expectations placed on him by his father, they weigh heavily upon him. Show him mercy, commute his sentence, whatever it ends up being, and place him under house arrest instead.”

For the first time since entering the room, Harry saw the first glimmer of real emotion from Narcissa. Despite her declaration that she had helped him mainly to curry favour with the winning side, he could tell she wanted nothing more than to save Draco, just as badly as she did on the night of the battle. Shrewd Slytherin she may be, but she was also a devoted mother terrified for her son.

“Just Draco?” Harry asked sceptically. “Not yourself? Not Lucius?”

Narcissa scoffed. “Lucius can rot for all I care. He brought that monster into our house and put my son in his path.” She took a breath, trying to calm her rage. “As for me? I would gladly spend the rest of my life in Azkaban if it means that Draco never has to step foot in the place.”

A brief silence settled over them as Harry considered her request.

“Even if I could somehow influence Draco’s sentencing – and I have no idea if I can – what makes you think I will? What do I get out of this?” he asked.

Narcissa’s eyes narrowed. “I saved your life. You owe me.”

“Well yes, I know that and you know that, but nobody else does. This conversation isn’t being monitored, I could walk out of here right now, get on with my life and forget you ever existed. I’m not the same honourable little boy I once was.”

Harry let Narcissa stew with that information for a moment before continuing.

“But I won’t.”

Blank shock appeared on her face for a moment, before it turned to suspicion. “You won’t?”

“No. Not for your sake, but for Andromedas.”

Narcissa’s shock reappeared and remained as she whispered, “Andi?”

Harry nodded. “Her husband and daughter died in the war, but she does have a grandchild, Teddy, your grandnephew and my godson. Even then, I can tell by the way she talks about her past that she misses you, or at least the idea of you. If I can give her even the chance of having some family back, then I will take it.”

Narcissa stared into the space over his shoulder as if she were lost in memories of her childhood with her sisters, the same way Harry had seen Andromeda loose herself once or twice a day since the battle some weeks ago. Seeing that no answer was forthcoming, Harry stood from his chair and pushed it back under the table with a loud scrape. Narcissa jumped at the noise and refocused on him. She tried to regain the confident superiority with which she had entered, but her eyes betrayed the hope that she was feeling at the idea of saving her son and reuniting with her long lost sister.

Harry rounded the table and stopped by the door, her eyes tracking him all the way.

“You and Draco will take unbreakable vows to ensure good behaviour, and you will provide information and testify against any supporters of Voldemort that you have knowledge of. In return, I will find a way to keep you both out of Azkaban and placed under house arrest for the duration of your sentence. Do we have a deal, Mrs Malfoy?”

Narcissa regarded him with a sense of begrudging respect. “We have a deal Mr Potter.”

Harry nodded and rapped on the door, which was promptly opened to allow him to exit, Narcissa’s gaze following him all the way until he turned the corner at the end of the corridor. 

The heavy rain fell in sheets and a fierce wind lashed at his robes as Harry flew at breakneck speed over the North Sea, bent low over the broom he’d borrowed from the Ministry. The sun was setting behind him, dark grey clouds were billowing overhead and the waves below thrashed violently. On the horizon a small black spec was growing larger, making Harry think back to the operation that they had performed there earlier that day. The Aurors evacuation plan had gone off without a hitch, and so the only occupants of Azkaban prison were the wardens themselves. Now Harry was returning to the island for the second time, under the cover of darkness, to carry out the task that had been at the forefront of his mind ever since he had first seen the advert in the Daily Prophet.

Harry slowed as he approached the prison, and took a look at the looming structure for only the second time since seeing it that morning.

Azkaban was massive; a towering three sided obelisk of dull grey stone, pockmarked with hundreds of tiny barred windows, and even as the sun dipped below the horizon, no lights shone from within. The column was perched on an outcropping of rock that looked barely large enough to support it, and was constantly battered by the ferocious black water below. As Harry approached, he felt the temperature drop significantly, and his breath became visible in front of him. He thought he could hear distant screaming, but he pushed through and did his best to ignore his mothers final moments replaying in the back of his mind.

Floating at the base of the stronghold, Harry placed himself near one of the many small windows and reached into his robes. Withdrawing his hand, he looked down at the pale white wand of yew and phoenix feather that he had taken from Voldemorts corpse, revolted at how right it felt in his grip.

Catching a flicker of movement off to his right, Harry looked up just in time to see a Dementor lunge at him from within the prison. It was too large to fit through the window and the enchantments on the building kept it contained, but it could still fit its scaley, putrid arm through the bars, and it tried to reach for Harry like a starving animal. He regarded it with a look of hatred, pointed the yew wand, and thought back for the spell that he needed, the spell that he had only seen once before, in the Room of Requirement. Unbidden, one of Snapes lectures from sixth year echoed inside his head.

Fiendfyre. Deceptively easy to conjure, impossible to control. I advise you only do so should you wish for a quick but exceedingly painful death.

Harry had no idea how to actually conjure the fire, but he had a good enough guess if even Crabbe had been able to perform the spell. Closing his eyes, Harry did the exact opposite of what he would do when summoning a patronus; he brought forward every bad memory he could think of and immersed himself within them. He listened intently to his mothers screams, to Voldemorts high laughter, and Bellatrix’s mad cackles. He imagined Sirius spending years locked away in this god forsaken place, and his look of shock as he fell backward through the veil. Harry allowed himself to feel the grief, stress and rage that he had been burying for so long, until he wanted nothing more than to burn the world to the ground for the injustice of it all.

“Fiendfyre,” he growled.

Sickly green flames leapt from the tip of his wand and poured through the window, immediately engulfing the Dementor, which let out and ear-splitting shriek as its tattered robes and dead skin were immolated instantly. The fire quickly began to spread out from the cell, taking the form of galloping stags, howling wolves and snarling grimms that stalked through the halls of Azkaban, like vengeful wraiths from the underworld.

Harry stayed to stoke the fire for as long as he could, but eventually the heat became intolerable, and he drew his arm back and threw Voldemorts wand, still gushing flames, through the window and into the inferno. Flying up and away, Harry put some distance between himself and the prison, before turning to survey his handywork. As he watched, the blaze spread upwards from the lowest levels more quickly than he could have imagined, until the entire obsidian pillar was wreathed in emerald flames. Gouts of fire erupted from the many windows and the stone around them began to melt and turn orange, like some kind of macabre sculpture. Otherworldly screams could be heard from within, mixing with the roar of the flames and the crashing of the waves to create a beautiful, terrible melody.

Harry did not know for how long he hung in midair, watching as the building deteriorated but eventually, with mournful groan, the left side of the tower gave way. Almost as if in slow motion, Azkaban prison began to collapse into the sea, the waves swallowing it greedily, until all that was left was a glowing, smoking crag of rock.

Only then did Harry allow himself and small smile of satisfaction, before he disapparated with a CRACK.

Narcissa’s legs gave way as the portkey deposited her unceremoniously at her unknown destination, and she let out a small oof as her knees hit the floor. Light laughter greeted her, and she looked up to see Harry Potter offering her a hand up.

“It’s nice to see that you’re not so flawlessly elegant in everything that you do, Mrs Malfoy,” he smirked at her.

She huffed and adverted her gaze, but accepted his hand. He pulled her up with surprising strength and set her on her feet. Taking a look at her surroundings Narcissa saw that she had arrived in a handsomely decorated drawing room, filled with plump sofas, ornate side tables, and lined with dark wallpaper. She felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had been here before, but couldn’t quite remember when. It was on the tip of her tongue, but every time she tried to grasp it, it slipped away.

Turning back to the young man beside her, she saw that he was giving her a smug grin that made him look annoyingly charming. “Where are we?”

“Mrs Malfoy, welcome to your new prison, Number 12 Grimmauld Place.”

All at once years worth of memories that she didn’t know she had lost came rushing back. Spending her childhood relaxing in the mornings with Andi in the library and hardworking afternoons in the basement duelling with Bella. Her sisters laughter as they chased Sirius through every room in the house, back when life was so much simpler. Her hand flew to her mouth and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. She was home.

“How?” She forced herself to say, “How am I here? I only saw you a few days ago.”

Harry collected a newspaper from a nearby table and handed it to her. The front page was dominated by a large picture showing a smouldering rock in the middle of an ocean, and under it were the words:

AZKABAN DESTROYED
DEMENTORS NO MORE

“Turns out the Ministry has a bit of a prison crisis,” said Harry, “Kingsley is speaking with the ICW about housing the worst of the worst in Nurmengard, at least until he can get a more permanent solution in place. When I offered to take a couple of his prisoners off his hands, he nearly bit my arm off he was so enthusiastic. He’s hoping that I will be able to convince you to testify, and if you do, he’ll agree to show Draco leniency too.”

Narcissa looked up from the paper in shock, almost at a loss for words. “You did this?”

He shrugged, “I stoked the fire, so to speak.”

Surging forward, she grabbed him in a bone crushing hug. “Thank you,” she whispered emotionally in his ear, “Thank you.”

He rubbed her back consolingly, until she composed herself and stepped away, dapping at her eyes.

“Kreacher should have finished in the kitchen by now,” said Harry, smiling and offering her the crook of his elbow. “Will you join me for breakfast Mrs Malfoy?”

“It would be my pleasure Mr Potter,” she replied, looping her arm through his.

 The Gift That All Witches Want by john7799 

Second Year, during the Dueling Club Harry’s gift is shown. How will people react this time? 

(Harry/Pansy) (Harry/Alicia Spinnet) (Harry/ Parvati)  

“I think I’d better teach you how to block unfriendly spells,” said Lockhart, standing flustered in the midst of the hall.  

He glanced at Snape, whose black eyes glinted, and looked quickly away.  

“Let’s have a volunteer pair--Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you--”  

“A bad idea, Professor Lockhart,” said Snape, gliding over like a large and malevolent bat. “Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We’ll be sending what’s left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox.”  

Neville’s round, pink face went pinker.  

“How about Malfoy and Potter?” said Snape with a twisted hall as the crowd backed away to give them room.  

“Now, Harry,” said Lockhart. “When Draco points his wand at you, you do this.” He raised his own wand, attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action, and dropped it. Snape smirked as Lockhart quickly picked it up, saying, “Whoops--my wand is a little overexcited--”  

Snape moved closer to Malfoy, bent down, and whispered something in his ear. Malfoy smirked, too. Harry looked up at Lockhart and said, “Professor, could you show me that blocking thing again?”  

“Scared?” muttered Malfoy so that Lockhart couldn’t hear him.  

“You wish,” said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.  

Lockhart cuffed Harry merrily on the shoulder. “Just do what I did, Harry!”  

“What, drop my wand?” But Lockhart wasn’t listening.  

“Three--two--one--go!” he shouted.  

Malfoy raised his wand quickly and bellowed, “Serpensortia!”  

The end of his wand exploded. Harry watched, aghast, as a long black snake shot out of the end of it, fell heavily onto the floor between them, and raised itself, ready to strike. There were screams as the crowd backed swiftly away, clearing the floor.  

“Don’t move, Potter,” said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with an angry snake. “I’ll get rid of it...”  

“STOP!!!” Harry roared at Snape. “She is just scared because Malfoy summoned her away from her nest.”  

Harry then looked at the snake and spoke, § you’re okay I’ll get you back to your nest safely§ Harry heard gasps around the hall but he ignored it.  

The snake responded §thank you speaker I only wish to return to my nest§ The snake slithered up his arm and around his neck he then turned to face Malfoy whose face had gone pale and casually flicked his wand.  

“Expelliarmus!”  

Malfoy’s wand landed neatly in his hand. 

He turned to look at the hall that was looking at him as if he had just killed a child  

“What?” Harry asked dumbly to the hall at large. 

 “You just spoke to the snake!!” a voice called out 

“Oh” Harry muttered “Well yeah, all reptiles I think, I once spoke to a Komodo dragon at a zoo once ...but can’t wizards speak to different animals I see people talking to owls or toads all the time?” 

 “Harry you actually hissed at the snake, and it’s called being a parselmouth it’s a dark ability and owls and toads can’t actually understand us you-know-who could talk to snakes!!” responded Hermione. 

 “Hmm how could a language be dark?” Harry muttered confused. 

 Su li a quiet Ravenclaw called out “Did you say you spoke to a dragon?”  Su li a quiet Ravenclaw called out, “Did you say you spoke to a dragon?”  

“Not a fire breathing one, it’s a big lizard muggles call a dragon,” mutters went around the hall  

“If that’s enough Potter give Malfoy back his wand and get off the platform” Snape sneered “If that’s enough Potter give Malfoy back his wand and get off the platform,” Snape sneered. 

Harry gave Malfoys wand back to a red-faced Draco.  

“You cheated” Malfoy hissed“You cheated,” Malfoy hissed. 

 Harry merely lighted an eyebrow “Thought you said I was scared you prat” he added quietly after enjoying the look on Draco’s face harry left the great hall to go look for Flitwick to ask him how return the snake home safely. Harry merely lighted an eyebrow “Thought you said I was scared, you prat.” he added quietly after enjoying the look on Draco’s face Harry left the great hall to go look for Flitwick to ask him how return the snake home safely. 

After Harry left the great hall multiple hushed conversations happened in the great hall. 

 “All reptiles think all the knowledge a real dragon could have if he spoke to them,” Cho Chang said in awe to her group. 

 “But it’s dark,” Marietta Edgecombe commented. 

 “He didn’t even know he was talking to the snake,” Su li exclaimed. 

 “How is a language evil it’s just misunderstood, in India and Egypt people with the gift are incredible healers and often have dozen of marriage requests just because of it some even have harem’s” Padma Patil added which left a very thoughtful murder of ravens. 

A clan of Hufflepuff’s argued. 

 “So, Potters gone dark of course he would.” Zacharias Smith sneered before any of this talk could grow. 

Hannah abbot jumped in, “Shut up, Malfoy!” glaring at a red-faced Smith, “Harry's not going dark he stopped Snape from killing the snake and no animal lover is evil," she stated confidently. 

 "He stopped you you-know-who maybe he only when after Potter so he didn't have dark lord rival," Ernie Macmillan chimed in. 

 "No," came the quiet voice of Susan Bones. "Harry's not going dark he's in Gryffindor, dark wizards don't come from them," which made all but smith nod in agreement. 

In a Runespoor of Daphne Greengrass, Tracy Davis and Pansy Parkison spoke to the other she-snakes. 

 "A parselmouth," Davis said in awe. 

 "In Gryffindor of all places." Daphne muttered jealously. 

 "Imagine what a vibrating tongue would feel like on your clit," Pansy Parkison said while rubbing her thighs together while making the surrounding group of she-snakes blush which included Lilith moon the Carrow twins and Millicent Bulstrode. 

 "Arnt you with Malfoy," came Millicent’s hushed voice. 

 "No, daddy just wants me close to him just in case I take his fancy, but Potter is a powerful wizard with a rare gift," Pansy stated looking where Potter left the hall with a glint in her eye Daphne saw the look in Pansy’s eye and a plans started to form in her mind to get to Potter first. 

A pride of lionesses formed around the flying foxes of Gryffindor, “My sister gave me book a book over the summer called the witches serpentine lover” Angelina Johnson said. 

 “How do you even have sex with a snake” Katie bell wondered aloud. 

 “You let him Slytherin,” Alicia Spinnet said instantly which caused the rest of the pride to either blush or laugh.  

“No, she didn't have sex with a snake her lover was a parselmouth and the book claimed he could do magical things with his tongue,” Angelina waggled her eyebrows. 

 “So, you don't think he's dark” Fay Dunbar asked. 

“He's the bloody boy-who-lived he would never go dark it's just a language like he said” huffed Katie. 

 It was Lavender Brown who spoke, “Hermione there isn't anything going on between you and Harry is there?” she asked while titling her head to look at Hermione and the rest of the pride turned to look at Hermoine who blushed red as a Weasley.  

“No, we are just friends,” she saw the rest of the pride faces whose minds all started to form plans of their own.  

“Thanks to Potters attention seeking ways the today's session is over,” Snape sneered while as he left the hall cloak fluttering behind him. 

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Harry was feeling pretty good after a chat with Professor Flitwick who had gladly sent the snake home to her nest who was greatly appreciative of being sent home. Harry spoke about dueling with Flitwick who even gave him a book about it that he authored which made sense since he was a dueling champion, then he thought the library has a perfect place to read it in peace after what happened the hall thanks to Malfoy. 

He was enjoying reading the book. Harry thought that he might even go into dueling after Hogwarts, maybe Flitwick would help he was a dueling champion after all. Maybe he could enter the under 21 during the summer if he impressed Flitwick enough. he noticed someone settle at the table just in front of him it was a Ravenclaw with Shoulder-Length Hair with Waves and a cute button nose and blue eyes. 

 “Hi... Su li right?” the girl nodded. “What can I help you with?” Su li, before she sat down came with excuses to talk to Harry. 

“Did you get how to change the colour of the colour changing charm?" she asked with a slight blush looking into his bright green eyes. 

 Before Harry could answer the girl another girl with blonde hair that could put a Malfoy to shame sat down as well, she was beautiful girl with ice blue eyes and harry noticed she had a Slytherin crest but he didn't see her hangout with Malfoy so she was okay with him. 

 “I had trouble with the same, you don't mind go you,” Daphne asked. 

Su almost hissed like at angry kitten at her harry time being intruded on by the pretty the Slytherin. 

“No no its all good, so you both had trouble with the charm " he frowned and then shrugged. “With charms its mostly visual so you need to see it in your mind then it kind of just flows. Hermione is much better than me at explaining things like this," he finished while running his hand through his messy hair which only made him cuter to the two girls since he knew Daphne was the best in his potion class he asked. 

“Da..sorry Greengrass could I ask you about potions for a minute please Greengrass?”  

“Of course, Harry, also call me Daphne.”  

“I can help, too,” Su added helpfully. 

 Too helpfully for Daphne's liking she decided to take off her cloak to give Harry a better view of her tits her nipple's were on clearly on display since she used a lifting charm instead of a bra she hid her smirk as both of other occident's at the table noticed her sizable bust and Harrys eyes drift up and down to her tits for slit second and Su eyes narrowed. Harry then explained his potions class and how he made his potion, both of the girls at the table listened intently to show Harry they were interested in him. 

 It was Su was the first to speak, “So, you follow the intrusions on the board.”  

Harry nodded, “That's your problem as much as Snape is a dick he's still one of the best potioners on the planet she often leaves things out because it's just simple to him like when have to take your stirrer out at certain time as to not mess with potion” Daphne explained. 

Harry's head hit the table “So, that's why no matter what do I only get an acceptable?" he questioned, his was still on the table muffling his voice while both of the girls giggled. 

“Yes, Harry that's why,” Su said quietly as madam price threw them a glare for their giggle. 

Harry muttered something about unhelpful greasy dudgeon bats, Harry and the girls fell into a comfortable conversation about school and then the dinner bell chimed and harry walked with the girls till the great hall and said their goodbyes.  

Harry sat at the table and noticed Ron was sitting away from him but shrugged it off as he and Seamas were chatting probably about the Chudley Canons Harry thought. Hermione then sat to his left and Katie sat to his right and on front of him was lavender and Parvati. 

lavender spoke, “Harry, you seemed very friendly with Greengrass and Li.” 

 “Emm, well they sat with me in the library, and we chatted about charms and potions, they seemed friendly enough” then he began to tuck into his dinner. 

 “What did they say to you about potions, Harry?” Hermione asked a little jealously that Harry would ask another person for help while the surrounding lioness narrowed their eyes at the at their obvious attempts to sink their claws into Harry already. 

Harry swallowed his food “turns out you need to open the book in potions too, not just read Snapes instructions” some of the girls giggled as if he made a joke but harry really didn't read too much into it. 

Hermione swatted his shoulder, “Of course, you have to open the book as well. Honestly, Harry, you need to take classes more seriously!” 

“Harry, did you finish your astronomy Homework Harry, I still need to do mine. Do you want to join me in the Astronomy Tower later?” Parvati said while she batted her eyelashes at Harry. 

 “Uh. No, I didn't get a finished. I'd love your help though Thanks Parvati” Harry said. 

 Not thinking much of it. Harry continued eating his Dinner. While Parvati gave a smug grin at the other girls at the table. Who knew what she was planning. 

Alicia jumped in next who was sitting next to Katie “Harry, do you want to get in some Late practice. Before the next Quidditch game after dinner,” with a hint of hopefulness in her voice. 

“Sure, I love flying. See you in about an hour on the pitch?” Harry responded eagerly. Too eagerly for the liking of the surrounding girls who had their own plans. 

 “Why don't me and Katie join you?” responded Angelina Johnson who threw a glare at her friend that Harry didn't seem to notice.  

“The more the merrier,” Harry responded. “Let me just go get my things and I'll see down there,” as he finished his food and grabbed his bag to make it back to the Gryffindor's dorm rooms. 

 As he was just out of earshot Lavender Brown spoke, “Did you three just agree to a Foursome with Harry?” she asked incredulously. It was Hermione who laughed.  

“Harry's as about as dense as Hogwarts, a history. They'll need to be more direct than that.” 

 It was then the surrounding Lionesses realized she was a wealth of knowledge about Harry and began to bombard her with questions and for once in Hermione's life didn't seem too eager to be answering them. 

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Harry was walking up to the dorm rooms when an arm reached out from a broom closet and grabbed him and pulled him. 

 “Parkison!” Harry exclaimed he looked at her face to see she had grown out of her “pug face” as Ron put as was a pretty young woman with a bobbed haircut and brown eyes. 

 “I know what you want," Pansy said, with a sly smile.  

"What do I want?" Harry asked, his cock twitching at the sight of her legs in stockings and heels. 

 "You want to fuck me," she purred, her fingers rubbing his hard on through his trousers. "You want to fuck me like a dirty little slut."  

Harry hesitated, "Don't you have a boyfriend?" 

 "No,” Pansy laughed “Draco would rather his goons stoke him than me. So, you want to fuck me?" she asked, slowly rubbing his cock.  

"Yes," he said, his voice quivering slightly. "I want to fuck you in your uniform."  

"Okay" she said, unzipping his trousers and taking out his cock. She started to stroke it slowly. "I'm going to suck your cock now." she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. 

Harry nodded and watched as Pansy lowered her head down to his lap Pansy took his head into her mouth and then slammed her head forwards his groin his whole cock in one go showing she had no gag reflex. 

"Bloody hell," Harry groaned. 

His hands made to grab her head but remembering conversations he had overheard when Fred and George had been talking with Lee putting his hands on a girl's head while she was blowing you wasn't a good idea, so his hands gripped the supply table behind him tightly 

Pansy started to suck his cock, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She sucked on his cock hard, her tongue was swirling around the head of his cock. Pansy continued sucking his cock, her head bobbing up and down on thick cock. she sucked his tip hard, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. 

 "Oh Merlin," Harry groaned. 

He felt his orgasm building. Pansy doubled her efforts, as her head bobbed faster up and down on his cock. She sucked his cock hard, her tongue bathing his cock in spit. 

 "Where do you want cum? on my pretty face or down my throat?" she asked after pulling off his cock. 

 “Your face," he said as she went back to sucking his cock. After a few minutes of sucking Harry's big cock.  

Harry moaned, "I'm going to cum." 

 His hips bucking upwards. Pansy presented her face with closed eyes to Harry who started to cum the moment, she pulled off her mouth off his cock Harry covered her chin to forehead in cum.  

"Damn potter you must have been really saving it for me" Pansy said with a smirk "do you want to lick my little pussy now?"  

Harry nodded almost comically as she sat on the supply table and presented, her clean shaved pussy to him Harry started to lick her pussy, his tongue darting in and out of her wet hole. He licked her clit, causing her to moan loudly.  

"Oh merlin, " she moaned. 

 He continued to lick her pussy as licked her clit, his tongue flicked it back and forth then he began to suck on her clit, causing her to moan even louder.  

"Oh merlin," she cried out as he continued to lick her pussy. "Imagine you're talking to a snake a lick me please Harry," she moaned.  

Harry didn't see a reason to say no to her after she let him cum on her face  so he imagined the snake he just sent home and hissed "§cum§ " into her pussy. 

 Pansy let a deep guttural moan "HARRYYYY" and pushed his head away he was about to ask if he did something wrong when he heard her. 

 "You better shove that fat cock into me now that was the hardest I've ever cum in my life." she gasped out still riding high on her orgasm. 

 Harry lined he cock up with her pussy and began to slide into her wet hole, "oh fuck," he groaned as he felt her pussy stretch to accommodate his thick cock. 

 He slowly slid his cock in and out of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her tight hole around his cock. He picked up the pace, enjoying fucking her harder and faster. 

 "Oh fuck," she moaned as she came again, so he started to fuck her harder and faster after hearing her moan. 

 "Fuck me like a dirty little slut," she cried out, her body bucking against his cock. 

 After a while of fucking Harry groaned, “I'm going to cum," his hips bucking against her pussy. 

"Cum in me, I'm on the potion!" she cried out. 

Her body bucking against his cock. He thrust into her one last time and came deep inside of her pussy as harry came in her, Pansy hit another surprising climax at the feeling of him Cumming with another surprising big load inside her pussy.  

"Wow," she said as he pulled out of her pussy. "I've never been fucked like that before" she said, still panting from the orgasm he just gave her. 

 Harry smiled and helped her off the table "We will have to do this again Potter, maybe all night along." she said after vanishing the cum from face but not before dragging a finger full and putting in her mouth and sucking it clean "tasty," she claimed while looking Harry in the eyes. 

 "See you soon, Potter," she said while leaving the broom closet. 

“Fuck that was amazing," Harry said, his hands still shaking from his orgasm. He pulled up his trousers and left the broom closet, heading back to Gryffindor tower. He still had to meet the others at the pitch. 

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After a long shower still thinking about his encounter with Pansy, he went to change in his dorm room he saw dean and Ron looking at him weirdly.  

“What?” he asked to them while pulling on his quidditch jersey. 

 “How did you speak to the snake?” Dean asked nervously. 

Harry frowned and thought about it of a moment. “It just sounds like English to me, I thought most wizards could talk to animals or other things, I see Neville talking to his plants all the time, I thought it was normal raised by muggles remember?”  

Dean nodded, “cool” as he seemed to get over Harrys gift then a smirk came across his face, “I bet the girls will love that gift” he said as he when to taking his things out of his trunk. 

Harry was a bit confused as to why girls would love that he can talk to snakes as he grabbed his broom and made his way to the pitch never noticing the look of jealousy on his best mate's face.  

When he got down to the pitch, he saw the chasers were already in the skies waiting for him. 

 “Hey Harry,” chirped Katie. 

 “About time,” huffed Angelina. 

 “Ready to go hard,” purred Alicia. 

“Sorry the stairs changed on my way out of the dorms," Harry lied. “So, what's the plan for practice you girls have been on been on the team longer than me.” 

The girls seemed very happy Harry was willing to let them take them lead “We should probably do some laps around the pitch to work on speed with our brooms then we should then run laps after,” with a plan formed in her mind to tease Harry during the run. 

 “Yeah, to work on stamina,” Katie nodded her agreement. 

So that's what they did after they finished their flight Harry was about to start his laps when he saw Katie take off her jersey to put on a lighter t-shirt and her flat stomach caught his eye. 

Alicia smirked, “Like what you Harry?” noticing Harry's glaze on Katie, Harry turned bright red as he took off to do his laps. 

 “So, Alicia gets first go at Harrys magic tongue,” asked Angelina in a whisper. 

 “THIS was my idea so yes and a foursome would probably kill him has Harry even kissed a girl yet?” Alicia stated also with a whisper so harry wouldn't hear them. 

 The girls waited till Harry finished his first lap and fell into a jog with him “where about do you live?” asked Katie curiously to Harry. 

 “Eh, Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging,” Harry answered he figured he could tell the girls they weren't weirdos and he could tell them. 

 Katie’s face lit up in joy “I only live ten minute walk away ,we could meet up in the summer if you want,” she finished a little nervously noticing the envy on the other chasers faces. 

“Really? I'd love to hangout, but not at my aunt and uncles house, they hate magic,” Harry commented. 

 "Why would they hate magic,” asked Angelina. 

“People hate what they don't understand," Harry shrugged not wanting to get into it. 

They finished the laps and Harry thanked the chasers for doing this with him and since he built up a good sweat, so he wanted another shower. 

Harry had just started the shower when he heard the door behind him open, he looked over his shoulder to see who walked in. Alicia was beautiful. Her hair was long and curly, and her skin was a deep, rich bronze. She had big, brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with anticipation. She wore nothing but a smile. Harry couldn't help but stare at her as she walked into the room. He himself instantly hardened knew he had to have her. Alicia felt the attraction between them was undeniable. 

 "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low. 

 "I couldn't help myself," Alicia said, her voice husky with desire. 

 "I had to have you. I want you, too," Harry said, his voice a whisper. 

 He pulled her close and kissed her hard, his tongue seeking out hers. Alicia moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together. Harry's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and crevice. He cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and firmness. Alicia moaned again as he teased her nipples with his thumbs. 

 "Please," she begged, her voice filled with desire. 

 Harry smiled and lowered his mouth to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, causing Alicia to arch her back in pleasure. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, Alicia's hands were in his hair, holding him close to her chest. 

 "Please," she begged again her voice hoarse. 

 Then, Harry slid his hand down her body, over her stomach and between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and he knew she was wet for him, He slid a finger inside her, feeling the tightness of her pussy Alicia moaned again, and Harry knew he needed her now. He pulled his hand away from between her legs and brought it to his mouth. He licked her juices off his finger, savoring the taste of her. 

 "I want you," he said, his voice a growl. Alicia nodded and pulled him closer to her. 

 "Will you please eat my pussy, Harry," Alicia asked while breathless. 

 Harry smirked and nodded and knelt in front of her to lick her pussy Alicia was moaning and squirming as Harry licked her pussy. He could feel her juices running down his chin, and he knew she was close to cumming. 

 "Please use your sexy snake tongue on my pussy," she begged her voice needy.  

Two girls in one day asking for the same thing Harry thought it was odd but he didn't have time to about it while he was eating her pussy, so he hissed the Hogwarts song into her wet pussy. 

"HARRYYY!" Alicia screamed with passion as her legs seemed to stop working, she nearly fell to the wet tile floor, but Harry caught her. 

 "Soo fucking good, going to ride you like a broom," Alicia mumbled still riding her climax. 

 Harry smiled and stood up, his cock hard and throbbing. He took Alicia's hand and led her to one of the benches "I want you to ride me," he said, his voice low and husky.  

Alicia nodded and straddled him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy. She moaned as she took him inside her, feeling the fullness of his cock stretching her open Harry groaned as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. He reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight and firmness. Alicia moaned again as he teased her nipples with his thumbs. 

"Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse. 

 Harry smiled and lowered his head to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, causing Alicia to arch her back in pleasure. He moved to the other ripple, giving it the same treatment. Alicia's hands ran through his hair wildly. 

"Please,” she continued to beg, her voice even more hoarse than before. 

Alicia's hips became frantic and desperate to make him cum in her she looked into his green eyes and growled "Cum for me Harry I want you to cum in my tight pussy.”  

Harry groaned as he felt his orgasm start to approach faster due to her riding him like a mad woman and her sexy voice continued begging him to cum. 

 "Alicia,” he moaned as he came in her with a hot load of cum. 

 Alicia felt the warmth of his cum inside her, and she knew she had to have more She pulled him close and kissed him hard, her tongue exploring his mouth.  

"Round two?" she said, her voice low.  

Harry smiled and kissed her deeply Alicia pulled away then smiled and stood up, her legs still shaky from the orgasm she had just experienced. She turned around and bent over the bench as comfortable as possible, giving Harry a perfect view of her ass. 

 "Will you fuck me from behind?" she asked, while shaking her bubble butt at him. 

 Harry nodded and stood up, his cock still hard and throbbing. He positioned himself behind her and slid his cock into her wet pussy Alicia moaned as he filled her up, his cock stretching her open. Harry began to fuck her hard and fast, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. 

 Alicia moaned again; her hands braced against the bench for support. "Oh Morgana," she gasped. 

 Harry grunted and continued to fuck her hard and fast, his cock pulsing with Alicia's pussy was tight and wet, and she could feel the pleasure building Inside her. 

 "Fucckkk!" she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure."HARRYYY!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her, her pussy clenching around his cock. 

 Harry groaned and continued to fuck her hard and fast, his own orgasm building inside him. 

 "Fuck," he groaned, his body trembling with pleasure. 

He pulled out of her and turned her around, kissing her hard as his cum shot onto her stomach. Alicia moaned into his mouth, her hands on his shoulders for support. 

"Can we do this again?" she asked, her voice still low. 

 Harry smiled and pulled away from her lips. "Anytime," he said, his voice a little over excited. 

 After a while of them basking in their orgasm's they both got up and finished the shower with a lot of groping Harry was going about to ask what just happened but was cut off by Alicia. 

 “Don't think too much about it, it was some just teammates having fun.”  

Harry nodded dumbly as she left to go gossip with other foxes about Harry's performance as harry left the changing room he thought more about the day and figured he still had to meet with Parvati in astronomy Tower if it happened again then then there was something he was missing that suddenly took the girl's fancy. 

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Harry walked into the common room and saw Alicia chatting with Katie and Angelina who looked over at him quickly and looked back to Alicia with a giggle Harry blushed as he realized what they must be talking about and feeling a strange sense of confidence. Gave a flirtatious wink to the flying foxes. And then turn to speak with Parvati. 

 “What time did you want to meet at the Astronomy Tower?” Harry questioned Parvati with a smile. 

 The Indian witch Blushed, then answered, “An hour before curfew.” 

 “Sounds good to me. See you then,” responded Harry. 

 As Harry walked up to his dorm room. Lavender asked, “Are you going to ask him to do the snake Tongue thing?” 

 Her friend blushed heavily and nodded Enthusiastically “Did you see the smirk on the chaser's faces? Do you think he?” She left the question hanging in the air. 

 “No, But Alicia is walking a bit funny,” she commented as they both looked to the giggling chasers.  

Harry cast tempus and decided it was time to meet Parvati as he left the common room, he heard a giggle come from Lavender as she noticed he was leaving he meet with her friend he avoided Peeves who was being chased by the Bloody Baron he met Parvati who had two cups of tea next to her as she sat on a blanket noticing the atmosphere In the room he knew he was missing something that took the girl's fancies but couldn't bring himself to care As Parvati, she was one of the most beautiful witches he ever laid his eyes on sat on the blanket next to her and she offered him a of cup tea he liked the smell and took a deep drink of the tea. 

 Parvati eyes locked with his “Good right,” Harry smiled and nodded. “My Nani sends it to me and Padma from India it's a special brew meant to help people relax.”  

Harry took another drink and looked to the stars “We should probably start our work or do you want to do something else” 

 “Something else,” Parvati said as she leaned in to kiss him deeply. 

 Harry pulled her on top of him and began to kiss her passionately. Parvati slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him.  

She started to lick his chest and smiled sexily, "Daddy, I want it so bad" she said.  

Harry pulled her shirt off and started to lick her nipples through her bra. 

"Oohhhh daddy,” she moaned as he unhooked her bra and began to suck them.  

He then started to kiss her neck and she moaned, "Mhh, daddy I want you so bad" she said as he kissed her lips again. 

 "I want you too baby," he said. 

 He unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off her. He pulled her panties off and she was completely naked. 

"I want you to suck my dick baby," Harry said as he took his pants off. 

 "Daddy, I want to suck your dick so bad," she said as she got on her knees and started to lick his cock. 

 "Ohhh baby that feels so good,” he moaned as she started to take his cock in her mouth Parvati sucked his tip lovingly her eyes locked with Harrys as he began to take him deeper "ghuk ghuk" as she reached her limit. 

Parvati pouted and looked up "Don't think I can take it all daddy," she said as she began to lick his balls. 

 "Ohh baby,” he said as ran his hands though her hair lovingly that seemed to encourage her more as she took his cock back in her mouth and started to bobbing her head up down on his shaft. 

"Oh baby, that feels so good," he moaned as she started to take him deeper and deeper until she reached her limit. 

 Harrys climax was approaching he warned Parvati "Going to cum soon baby," Harry groaned. 

"Shoot your seed into my belly daddy," she said as she rubbed her face all over his cock then took it back into her mouth to get want she wanted. 

“Baby," Harry moaned after a few more minutes of Parvati loving blowjob. 

 Harry came into her mouth and she swallowed every drop of his cum. "Daddy that was soo good," she said. 

 As she looked up at him with a smile on her face "Thank you, daddy," she said as she got up and kissed him. 

 “I want you to lick me daddy," she said as he laid her down on the blanket and began to lick her pussy. 

 "Daddy, that feels so good,” she moaned as he continued to lick her pussy. 

 "Fuck daddy, I want you use your snake tongue on me," she said as he licked her clit. 

 "OK baby," he said as he finally figured out what the girls all wanted. 

 Harry hissed into her pussy "§ you taste so good Parvati § " her legs immediately clamped around his head lightly he continued tracing the alphabet with his snake tongue till she pushed his head away. 

 “FUCCK DADDY!” Parvati screamed after coming down from her intense climax. 

"Sweet Vishnu that is fucking amazing,” she claimed looking at harry in awe. 

 After a few moments Harry said, "I want to fuck you now Parvati.” 

She spread her legs widely and used her finger to call him over, "come here daddy" she said as he got on top of her and started to rub his cock on her pussy. 

 "I want you so bad," she moaned as he began to push his cock into her pussy.  

 "Daddy that feels so good," she moaned as he started to fuck her faster.  

"Baby your tight pussy feels so good around my cock," he said as he began to fuck her harder.  

"Harry that feels so good," she gasped as he continued to fuck her harder. 

 "I want you to cum in my pussy," she gasped as he began to fuck her faster harry tried to hold out to give Parvati another orgasm, but he couldn't hold of anymore.  

 "Baby I'm gonna cum," he said as he continued to fuck her faster. 

 "Yess daddy I'm gonna cum too," she said.  

Harry moaned into her mouth as filled her tight pussy with his thick cum her legs locked around his waist as he filed her with his seed. 

 "Daddy that feels so good,” she moaned as he continued to fuck her slowly.  

 "Baby I want you to cum again,” he said as he began to fuck her faster. 

 "Yes, daddy,” she moaned as he continued to fuck her faster “Daddy,” Parvati moaned softly and his thrusts that to became harder and faster. 

 "Daddy I'm going to cum again," she said as she began to rub her clit, he continued to fuck her faster. 

 "Oohhhh sweet Vishnu," she gasped out as Harry watched her eyes roll back into her head and then her pussy clamped down on him so tightly, he couldn't help but cum again ,he filled her so much she began to overflow with his cum. 

 "Fuck," Harry groaned and he placed his head in the crock of her neck and began her neck kiss absent mindedly. 

 “Daddy, I'm overflowing," she said as he kissed her lips and pulled out of her pussy. 

 "Only the best for you baby," Harry said. 

He laid down next to her Parvati and she cuddled into his sided and the strange thought came into his mind “might actually have to thank Malfoy,” as he slowly drifted to sleep never noticing the shocked professor in the corner with her hands in her panties. 

Thank you so much for reading the first time ever writing something like this. I hope I did ok!!