Chapter 16
September 1st 1992
England
Early Tuesday morning Harry woke up next to Caroline excited for the day ahead.
It was time to go back to Hogwarts for Year 2.
After Harry woke up Caroline the two of them finished packing.
This past month staying at the Leaky Cauldron ad been an interesting experience especially compared to staying at the Dursleys.
The Potter twins had a lot more freedom.
And while the two of them had fucked a lot they had also done a lot of normal stuff like reading and talking about things like the future.
While thinking about the future Harry had also decided that his first task of the new school year would be the Gryfindor Lavender Brown.
To achieve that Harry used the Book of Reality to make it so Lavender would ask Harry to tutor her when the school year started.
Remembering last years exam scores he could not help but think that tutoring would do her well.
After getting their stuff together Harry and Caroline went downstairs so they could check out with Tom the Barkeep.
Having done that the Potter twins left the Leaky Cauldron and called the Night Bus to take them to the station.
The bus ride was bumpy.
But they got to the train station in one piece.
Hallelujah
Getting their stuff off the bus Harry and Caroline went inside the trade station.
Passing through Platform 9 and Harry and Caroline found themselves a compartment that they stored their stuff in.
Soon Hermione and Pansy joined them.
Daphne would not be able to be with them due to having to stay with her sister Astoria.
Harry hoped that Astoria got sorted into Slytherin with Daphne.
Because Harry and Caroline where still tired from last nights intense sex session todays train ride was fairly calm.
Harry had considered using the Book of Reality to give himself better endurance.
But he had decided that while he would use the book to learn new spells he would gain stamina the natural way.
Once they got to Hogsmeade Station the four of them left to head to Hogwarts.
Harry stopped when he noticed a animal pulling the carriage.
He recognized it as a thestral.
Quirrell.
Harry tried to not focus on that fact and focus on talking to the other students as they headed to the castle.
When they reached the Great Hall they watched as the new students where sorted.
3 new students caught Harry's eye.
Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass and Luna Lovegood
They should make this next year interesting.
September 2nd
Their first day Professor Snape moved along the Slytherin table, handing out timetables.
Harry took his, and saw that he had double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs first.
Harry,Daphne and Pansy left the castle together, crossed the vegetable patch and made for the greenhouses, where the magical plants were kept.
As they neared the greenhouses they saw the rest of the class standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.
Harry, Daphne and Pansy had only just joined them when she came striding into
view across the lawn, accompanied by Gilderoy Lockhart.
Professor Sprout was a squat little witch who wore a patched hat over her flyaway hair; there was usually a large amount of earth on her clothes.
Gilderoy Lockhart, however, was immaculate in sweeping robes of turquoise, his golden hair shining under a perfectly positioned turquoise hat with gold trimming.
'Greenhouse Three today, chaps!' said Professor Sprout.
There was a murmur of interest. They had only ever worked in Greenhouse One before – Greenhouse Three housed far more interesting and dangerous plants. Professor Sprout took a large key from her belt and unlocked the door.
Harry caught a whiff of damp earth and fertiliser, mingling with the heavy perfume of
some giant, umbrella-sized flowers dangling from the ceiling.
When they entered Harry saw Professor Sprout was standing behind a trestle bench in the centre of the greenhouse.
About twenty pairs of different-coloured earmuffs were lying on the bench.
When Harry and the other students had taken their seats she said,
'We'll be re-potting Mandrakes today. Now, who can tell me the properties of the
Mandrake?'
Daphne raised her hand.
'Mandrake, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative,' said Daphne
'It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed, to their original state.'
'Excellent. Ten points to Slytherin,' said Professor Sprout. 'The Mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why?'
Harry raised his hand.
'The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it,' He said
'Precisely. Take ten points,' said Professor Sprout. 'Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young.'
She pointed to a row of deep trays as she spoke and everyone shuffled forward for a better look. A hundred or so tufty little plants, purplish green in colour, were growing there in rows.
They looked quite unremarkable to Harry.
'Everyone take a pair of earmuffs,' said Professor Sprout.
There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasn't pink and fluffy.
'When I tell you to put them on, make sure your ears are completely covered,' said Professor Sprout. 'When it is safe to remove them, I will give you the thumbs-up. Right – earmuffs on.'
Harry snapped the earmuffs over his ears.
They shut out sound completely.
Professor Sprout put a pink fluffy pair over her own ears, rolled up the sleeves of her robes, grasped one of the tufty plants firmly, and pulled hard.
Harry let out a gasp of surprise that no one could hear.
Instead of roots, a small, muddy and extremely ugly baby popped out of the earth. The leaves were growing right out of his head. He had pale green, mottled skin, and was clearly bawling at the top of his lungs.
Professor Sprout took a large plant pot from under the table and plunged the Mandrake into it, burying him in dark, damp compost until only the tufted leaves were visible.
Professor Sprout dusted off her hands, gave them all the thumbs-up and removed
her own earmuffs.
'As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet,' she said calmly, as though she'd just done nothing more exciting than water a begonia. 'However, they will knock you out for several hours, and as I'm sure none of you want to miss your first day back, make sure your earmuffs are securely in place while you
work. I will attract your attention when it is time to pack up.
'Four to a tray – there is a large supply of pots here – compost in the sacks over there – and be careful of the Venomous Tentacula, it's teething.'
She gave a sharp slap to a spiky, dark red plant as she spoke, making it draw in the long feelers that had been inching sneakily over her shoulder.
Harry, Daphne and Pansy were joined at their tray by Caroline.
Although They didn't have much chance to talk.
Their earmuffs were back on and they needed to concentrate on the Mandrakes.
Professor Sprout had made it look extremely easy, but it wasn't.
The Mandrakes didn't like coming out of the earth, but didn't seem to want to go back into it either. They squirmed, kicked, flailed their sharp little fists and gnashed their teeth;
Harry spent ten whole minutes trying to squash a particularly fat one into a pot.
By the end of the class, Harry, like everyone else, was sweaty, aching and covered in earth.
They traipsed back to the castle for a quick wash before heading to Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Lockhart.
When the whole class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly and silence fell. He reached forward, picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of Travels with Trolls and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.
'Me,' he said, pointing at it and winking as well, 'Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award – but I don't talk about
that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!'
He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.
'I see you've all bought a complete set of my books – well done.
I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about – just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in ...'
When he had handed out the test papers he returned to the
front of the class and said, 'You have thirty minutes. Start – now!'
Harry looked down at his paper and read:
1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?
Holly fuck.
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected in the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.
'Tut, tut – hardly any of you remembered that my favourite colour is lilac. I say so in Year with a Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully – I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples – though I wouldn't say
no to a large bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey!'
He gave them another roguish wink.
Harry started at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Lockhart bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage onto it.
'Now – be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm.'
In spite of himself, Harry leaned around his pile of books for a better look at the cage. Lockhart placed a hand on the cover.
'I must ask you not to scream,' said Lockhart in a low voice. 'It might provoke them.'
As the whole class held its breath, Lockhart whipped off the cover.
'Yes,' he said dramatically. 'Freshly caught Cornish pixies.'
The pixies were electric blue and about eight inches high, with pointed faces and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies arguing. The moment the cover had been removed, they had started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and pulling bizarre faces at the people nearest them.
'Right then,' Lockhart said loudly. 'Let's see what you make of
them!'
And he opened the cage.
It was pandemonium.
The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass.
The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and
papers, tore pictures from the walls, upended the waste bin, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window; within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks
'Come on now, round them up, round them up, they're only pixies ...' Lockhart shouted.
He rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand and bellowed,
'Peskipiksi Pesternomi!'
It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized Lockhart's
wand and threw it out of the window, too. Lockhart gulped and
dived under his own desk,
The bell rang and there was a mad rush towards the exit.
Harry and the girls where a part of the group.
Well it was clear that Lockhart was a idiot.
But how did he become so famous for his books then where he did all those stuff.
SEPTEMBER 1992
Lavender had talked to Professor Flitwick and the professor talked to Harry who agreed to tutor Lavender.
The professor had given Harry a form to fill out to show to him that he had actually tutored Lavender.
So Harry spent some time converting a empty classroom to fit his needs of tutoring.
One Saturday he heard a knock on the door of the room.
He opened the door to see Lavender.
Lavender was hot.
Her face was the narrow kind of beautiful you'd find on a model. Large, deep eyes above a small pointed nose and pouty lips, silky hair so straight you'd think it couldn't be real reaching down to her mid-back.
Her skin was soft, unblemished and with just the slightest tan, but it was her body that really shone.
She rocked what Harry would conservatively assume to be a pair of DD tits and a real bubble butt of an ass that was nearly as insane as her boobs.
Standing in the doorway Harry could see she was dressed to accentuate all of her best assets in tight jeans, a faded pink t-shirt with a wide neck and a bare midriff, and a denim jacket on top that can cover her just enough to make it past the school dress code.
She entered the room.
"Hey Harry do you know that film Flitwick wanted you to sign".
Harry nodded.
"Would you sign the form for a handjob?"
"What?" Harry asked.
"Sign the form, and right here, right now, I'll give you a handjob," she said.
"Handjob first," Harry said.
"Fine."
Harry sat down unzipped his belt and unzipping his jeans, his briefs the only thing covering his now rock hard cock.
Lavender pulled at the elastic of his underwear, pulling it down.
"HOLY SHIT!"
Lavender looked at his cock in shock.
Confidently, she reached out and took the head in her hand, rubbing it back and forth and smearing precum around. Harry groaned softly, my cock twitching at her touch.
"Fuck, I can't even get my hand all the way around it," she said, slowly jacking it up and down, taking agonizingly long to get from the head to the base. Her other hand cups his balls. "Fuck, even these are huge. I just can't believe it."
"Fuck it, I need this in my mouth, right now," she said, bobbing her head and taking the head of his cock in her mouth.
Harry watched as Lavender looked into his eyes as her mouth stretched obscenely around the head of his cock.
Then, Lavender slid nearly half of his length into her mouth with one bob, then on the next getting it all the way down her throat.
Lavender was a fucking blowjob artist, sliding up and down his shaft with grace. Coming up for air at one point, her her face was a mask of pure obscenity, tears streaking her makeup down her face, thick strands of saliva and precum connecting her perfect cocksucking lips to the head of his dick.
Steadfastly, she caught her breath and then went back to swallowing his cock. Harry put his hand on the back of her head, running it through her hair and guiding her, and she groaned in kind as she went faster.
Coming up for air again, she said, "Tell me when you're gonna cum, alright?"
"Soon," Harry moaned, pulling her by her hair back to his cock. She took it back into her mouth, sucking harder and harder, slurping her tongue around the head.
Harry bucked his hips, grabbing her hair tight, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING, FUCK!"
Harry thought she wanted to know so she could get out of its way, but she didn't, only sucking harder as he fired shot after shot of thick cum deep down her throat. After the first few heavy spurts, she gave up on swallowing and lifted her head from his cock.
Harry wasn't done cumming, though, not by a long shot as more shots blasted across her lips, her face, her neck and even down onto her shirt. She continued to jack Harry, aiming as much as she could into her mouth, before he was finally spent for now.
"Fuck, that's a lot of cum," Lavander said, running her fingers through the splashes on her face, collecting some of it up on her fingers and putting it into her mouth, sucking deeply.
Her eyes lidded over as she swallowed more and more cum, her hand shaking with anticipation as she took each new drop. "God your cum tastes good. So thick..."
"Thanks?" Harry said.
"Yeah, you're fucking welcome. Merlin, this cock is amazing. And I'm a fucking mess. Fuck, my shirt!" she exclaimed, finally looking down and seeing the mess Harry made across her tits.
"Sorry," Harry said.
Lavender then dashed into a bathroom Harry had added into the side of the room.
Harry took a moment to relax.
He had intended to do stuff with Lavender but he had not expected her to be so direct in what she wanted.
"No fucking way. You're hard, again?" Lavender asked.
Harry saw Lavender standing in the doorway, missing her shirt and jacket and standing in front of him with only a black bra covering her massive tits. She'd cleaned her face.
"Is that something I say sorry for?" Harry asked.
"No. No it isn't. ," she said, closing the door behind her. Steadily, she kicked off her boots.
she continued. "take off your shirt. "
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because I'm gonna sit on your face, and it might get a little messy. I sucked your cock, and you better return the favor," she said, unbuckling her belt and sliding down her pants.
Lavender stood before Harry in only her bra and matching panties.
Harry listened to her, taking off his shirt. Nodding and biting her lip through a smile, Lavender slid her panties to the floor. Her pussy, shaved bare and glistening with moisture, looked like the juiciest pussy Harry had ever seen.
Giggling, Lavender pushed Harry back on the bed that Harry had hurriedly conjured, climbing up next to him. On her knees beside his head,
Harry got to see her throbbing pussy up close and personal, its lips engorged and parting slightly with anticipation. She was practically dripping and looked utterly delicious.
He caught her scent, the musky, enticing odor, and Harry suddenly understood the appeal. He wanted his mouth on her pussy, and Lavender was happy to deliver.
Lavender straddled his head, kneeling onto his face as he tentatively stuck his tongue upward, licking at her dripping folds. If anything, the taste was even better than he imagined, sweet and tangy.
Harry dove in, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her onto his face, sticking his tongue deep into her as he ran it back and forth along her slit.
"Fuck, yes, eat that fucking cunt, eat it you little... fuck! Right there, forward more, find that clit, yeah, like that, like that, fucking fuck, devour my fucking cunt! Yes, yes, right there" Lavender cried out, her voice getting progressively higher as Harry continued to dive in.
Her thighs, weakening, started to give out, forcing more of her weight onto his face. Harry was starting to lose his breath, but Lavender shifted her position just enough to let him breath, fully digging into her sopping cunt with his lips and tongue.
"oh fuck, keep eating my tight little pussy, MAKE ME CUM YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Lavender screamed, grinding her cunt into his face.
Harry took her challenge and dove in with more ferocity, licking up and down, back and forth, forcing his tongue as deep into her as he could and rocking back and forth, fucking her with his tongue as she bucked and moaned.
At one point, she rocked her hips so that her pussy was completely away from his mouth, and instead Harry was staring at her glorious ass, her cheeks spread apart, her tight little asshole winking at Harry as she flexed. On instinct, he dove in and started licking her asshole. It was a different taste, but not bad at all.
Her body went rigid, and she moaned even deeper, rocking her hips so Harry was able to really dig into her ass.
"Oh, fuck, you're dirty, aren't you, Harry? Fuck, I never knew you were so dirty, I never knew, I wish I knew, fuck, fuck, fuck...
Lavender looked over down at Harry, smiling and repositioning her pussy over his mouth.
Harry returned to eating her out, licking wherever got the best reactions, whatever made her tense, or shudder, or coo and curse. After a while, she was beyond words, just grunting and groaning and growling like a beast, forcing her pussy onto his mouth until she finally screamed.
"FUCKING FUCK!"
A torrent of pussy juice gushed all over his face and mouth as she screamed, and with one great lurch her body started to shake. Her orgasm went on for what felt like hours from down here, but must have only been about a minute before Lavender collapsed onto Harry.
They lay like this for a while, her face down on his upside down, licking, kissing his cock while he lazily lapped at her pussy. Finally regaining some of her strength, Lavender rolled off of Harry, wobbling to her feet and pulling off his pants. From his vantage point, Harry wasn't in the mood to argue with her.
"You're just, fuck, you're, wow, I mean... wow... Thank you for rimming my ass," Lavender said..
Reaching behind her back, Lavender unclasped her bra, dropping it to the bed and revealing her tits to Harry for the first time. They looked as bit as large and round and firm as he had imagined, though his DD estimate was definitely on the low end.
Her nipples had large brown areolas, all focusing on the firm nipples that pointed out at him like bullets.
Lavender straddled his hips so that her pussy was inches away from his cock. She rocked her hips teasingly, rolling the pussy lips against his shaft, coating him with her juices. She rested her cunt up against his cockhead, still teasing, rocking and rotating around, letting Harry feel her warmth and wetness but never letting him in.
"So, are you ready, Harry? Ready to see if that big, fat cock of yours will fit in my tight little cunt? Think you're man enough to be a man?" Lavender said, grinding her cunt up against him. The pleasure was agonizing, but Harry knew his answer.
The moment his cockhead pierced her lips again, Harry grabbed her hips and said, "Yes."
He pulled her, squealing, against him, forcing the head inside.
"Holy fuck!" Harry said. Her pussy was hot, wet, and so, so fucking tight.
It felt like his cock was being squeezed by the most exquisite glove, her slight gyrations sending pulses of pleasure through the head.
With sudden speed, Lavender dropped down, burying his entire ten inches inside of her.
"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" They both groaned out as they settled together. Then, once both of their heads cleared for a moment, they laughed at using the same word.
"Fuck, you're tight," Harry said.
"Fuck, you're big!" Lavender said.
They stayed conjoined like that for a moment before Lavender silently began to move up and down. Her strokes were slow at first, taking only a few inches of him at a time, causing her to moan and whimper softly with every time his cock invaded her cunt.
Lavender bent over, offering her nipples to him, and Harry took in one of her nipples. He sucked on it, nibbling slightly, licking at it, making her moan. Harry gave the same attention to her other breast, suckling at it like her life depended on it.
"You've got hands, too, you know," she said, grabbing his hands and putting them on her ass.
Harry squeezed and pulled at her, getting a good grip on her and forcing her down onto his cock as she bounced upward, their pace quickening as she started taking almost his entire cock with every bounce.
Harry started fucking up into her, trying to match her pace.
Harry grunted, grabbing her hips and flipping her over so he was now on top. Lavender squealed as he found his rhythm, pounding into her harder and harder, her tight pussy gripping him tightly with each stroke.
"Fuck yeah! Fuck me, Harry, fuck me with your giant fucking Slytherin cock, fuck me, fuck me harder, merlin yes, keep, FUUUUUCK!" she yelled.
If Harry fucked Lavander any harder he was going to pass out from the pleasure and lack of breath, but he was so lost at that moment he was happy to risk it.
Without thinking, Harry kissed her.
Lavender groan as Harry shifted his cock inside of her. "Fuck, don't stop!"
"Gonna cum soon," Harry grunted.
"Me too," she said.
"Where should I? Ya know?"
She wrapped her legs around his ass driving Harry in deeper, looking up at him with a knowing nod. Harry fucked her harder.
"So good, so good, fuck, fuck," Harry repeated.
"God, so big, fuck, keep fucking, keep fucking me, gonna, gonna..."
"I'm cumming!"
"FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
"HOLY FUCK, I'M CUMMING!"
Lavender bucked and writhed, slamming herself into Harry as another violent orgasm tore through her body, squeezing Harry so tight he couldn't help but start shooting off inside of her.
Panting and out of breath, Harry pulled out of her, listening as his cock slipped out with a wet, sucking sound. He looked down, watching as a river of his cum fell out of her pussy lips, rolling onto his back beside her.
"Wow," Harry said.
"Yeah, wow," she said, looking up at the ceiling with Harry.
"So, that happened," Harry said.
"Yeah," she responded.
"So, are you're up for some tutoring now?" Harry asked, half-joking, half-serious.
Still staring at the ceiling, Lavender said, "If it means we can fuck some more, yeah, I'm totally down for that. I guess I don't want to fail any of my classes this year, and if it means getting that cock of yours as a reward for doing well academically, I'd call it a win-win."
"Cool," Harry said.
Chapter 17
(Lavander/Daphne)
September 1992
Hogwarts,Scotland
Walking in the two witches saw Harry sitting on a chair on the other side of the room reading the Daily Prophet.
Lavender worked to get out of her Sweatpants and Halter top while Daphne took off her Tube Top and Jeans.
Both of them then took off their thongs.
The two naked witches got on the ground and waited for Harry to give them instructions.
Eventually, Harry finished reading the Daily Prophet and he got up to walk over to a bed that was in the corner of the room.
"Come," He told them, and Lavender and Daphne walked over to the bed. "On the bed"
They did as he directed
Harry looked at their appealing bubble butts and smirked.
"I am going to spank both of you girls and I want you to count and thank me for each one"
"Lavender I'm going to start with you," Harry said.
SMACK
"One, thank you master" Lavender moaned.
SMACK
"Two, thank you, master"
SMACK
"Three, thank you, master"
SMACK
"Four, thank you, master"
SMACK
"Five, thank you, master"
SMACK
"Six, thank you, master"
"Well done slut" Harry said.
"You ready for your turn slut" Harry asked Daphne.
"Yes master," Daphne said, closing her eyes and waiting for the first smack to hit her bottom.
SMACK
"One, thank you, master," Daphne said in a shaky voice.
Harry then spanked Daphne six times just like he did with Lavender.
He then went back to spank Lavender.
In total he ended up spanking both Lavender and Daphne forty-eight times each spread out along 8 rounds of 6 spanks each.
He liked seeing the girls bright red asses as a result of his work.
But now it was time to deal with the issue Harry had.
That he was now rock-hard.
Hurriedly taking his pants Harry took his rock-hard cock and buried it deep inside the velvety depths of Daphne's hot snatch.
Harry turned to Lavender.
"I have a strapon over in the cabinet," He said "I want you to put it on and deal with her noises".
Lavender obeyed attaching the strap-on and started to fuck Daphne's warm mouth.
Daphne moaned as she got double penetrated by Lavender and her master.
"Don't worry Daphne" Harry said "In the future, you'll get to wear the strap on"
After a few minutes, Harry felt he was close as cum surged up his length and exploded into Daphne's quivering pussy.
Spurt after spurt of hot ejaculate filled her womb as Daphne felt him squirting into her belly. An orgasm sent her spinning into orbit as well. Harry thrust deep and deposited the last few drops of cum into her pussy. He felt her twitch against him in a post-orgasmic spasm. Cum and cunt juice oozed out from around his swollen shaft. It dripped from his balls and streamed down her legs. After a few minutes, Harry finally pulled his member from her cum-filled passage.
"Wow," Lavender said still fucking Daphne's mouth"This feels incredible."
Harry chuckled "Feel free to keep at that for as long as you want," He said looking at his cock that was covered in Daphne and his cum.
That was good enough lubrication.
Harry plunged his cock into her ass, making Daphne scream out in pain and shock through Lavender's gag.
Daphne couldn't believe how much stamina Harry had, seeing how he kept fucking her for at least half an hour, not needing to stop.
Eventually, though, the sensations got to Harry and he cummed in her ass with a grunt.
Pulling out Harry was happy to see Daphne's cunt and bum hole full of his cum.
And soon after Lavender cummed in Daphne's mouth as she reached her breaking point.
Who knew how many times Daphne came?
Harry smiled looking at the two girls panting like bitches in heat.
"Who's hungry" He called out.
Both girls nodded.
Harry chuckled and went to get some food.
A few minutes later he came back carrying two bowls of salad and bowls of water.
The bowls also had the names Lavender and DAPHNE written on them.
"Now before you can eat," Harry said, "Do you mind giving me a blowjob Lavender".
Lavender eagerly scooted over to him and took his cock in her mouth with gusto.
Soon already worn out from fucking Daphne twice Harry felt himself getting ready to cum.
He took his cock out of Lavender's mouth before he could finish and walking over to the food he carefully sprayed his cum in both salad bowls.
"Perfect," He said "Now that you have your salad dressing you may eat girls"
Lavender and Daphne, hungry, eagerly got to work eating the cum salad and drinking their water.
Harry took that moment to sit down and enjoy the feeling of seeing two girls eating food that was covered in his cum.
Later on that night after Lavender and Daphne had left him and gone back to their Common Rooms Harry had an idea.
He was lucky that he was in the same House as Daphne.
One of the benefits of being in Slytherin House was that everyone had their own separate rooms which would make Harry's task easier.
Once he got into the girls' dorms he quickly found Daphne's room and entered to see her lying on her bed fast asleep.
Not for long though.
Peeling the covers off Daphne Harry was amused to see that she had unicorn pajamas
Pulling down her pajama bottoms Harry licked his lips seeing her fat ass come into focus.
Getting on the bed and fishing his cock out of his pants Harry plunged into Daphne's cunt.
Daphne woke up with a startle and a moan at feeling her master fucking her butt.
"Sorry about the rude awakening," Harry said
After a bit of fucking Harry ended up joining Daphne in the shower.
"Can you get my back, master?" Daphne asked.
"Sure," Harry said more than happy to soap up her back
Harry made sure to scrub the soap in as Daphne braced against the wall for support.
"You can go a little lower, make sure to get my butt!" Daphne giggled, looking over her shoulder at Harry.
"Sure," Harry said, dropping his hands to massage her ass.
Daphne purred, grinding her ass lightly against his hands.
Harry grinned, sliding his middle finger between her ass cheeks and pressing it first against, then into her asshole. Daphne sighed, appreciative as he thrust it gently in and out of her tight, clutching hole.
Harry pulled his finger out of her ass, and Daphne turned around, angling herself under the showerhead to clean herself of all soap and shampoo
Harry pulled Daphne in close for a kiss that quickly turned into making out which soon turned into both of them groping each other with their hands.
Harry pressed Daphne up against the wall who reached down and grabbed his cock and lined the head up with her pussy, mewling sweetly as she rubbed it over her folds, then against her clit for a moment, before finally pressing the head into her. Groaning at the tightness of her familiar, perfect cunt, Harry soon pushed every last bit of his thick, cock into her.
"Finally!" Daphne groaned, kissing Harry the moment he buried himself completely inside of her.
Harry loved how enthusiastic and energetic Daphne was as she squealed and giggled and rode him to the best of her ability as he pinned her to the wall.
"So fucking tight..." Harry grunted, leaning in to kiss her. "Fuck, I love you..."
"I love you too..." Daphne squeaked, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck for balance. "Harder... please... fuck me harder... I want to be totally full of cum when I go to bed tonight...
"Shouldn't be a problem..." Harry replied, grunting appreciatively as he fucked into her.
"Yay!" Daphne replied, her voice breathy. "Fuck me harder, fuck your pet's slutty little pussy harder!"
"Way..." Harry grunted, feeling the explosion building. "Way... ahead of you!"
Soon Harry was filling Daphne's pussy nice and deep with cum, thrusting in more slowly as he pushed every last drop into her.
Catching his breath as they both came down, Harry pulled out "That was amazing... fuck, I love you..."
Smiling at Harry sweetly, Daphne kissed him back. "I love you too"
EARLY OCTOBER 1992
One Friday night when Harry was walking in a hallway exploring more of the castle he heard something – something quite apart from the spitting of the dying candles.
It was a voice, a voice to chill the bone-marrow, a voice of breath-taking, ice-cold venom.
'Come ... come to me ... let me rip you ... let me tear you ... let me kill you ...'
Harry gave a huge jump.
'... rip ... tear ... kill ...'
He stumbled to a halt, clutching at the stone wall, listening with all his might, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit passageway.
'... soo hungry ... for so long ...'
'... kill ... time to kill ...'
The voice was growing fainter.
Harry was sure it was moving away – moving upwards. A mixture of fear and excitement gripped him as he stared at the dark ceiling; how could it be moving upwards? Was it a phantom, to whom stone ceilings didn't matter?
Harry began to run, up the stairs straining his ears. Distantly, from the floor above, and growing fainter still, he heard the voice: '..
. I smell blood ... I SMELL BLOOD!'
His stomach lurched and Harry ran up the next flight of steps three at a time, trying to listen over his own pounding footsteps.
Harry hurtled around the whole of the second floor and he turned a corner into the last, deserted passage.
He gasped.
Something was shining on the wall ahead.
Foot-high words had been daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming torches.
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.
ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.
As he edged nearer, Harry almost slipped over: there was a
large puddle of water on the floor.
He inched towards the message, eyes fixed on a dark shadow beneath it.
He then realised what it was at once, and leapt backwards with a splash.
Mrs Norris, the caretaker's cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a board, her eyes wide and staring.
Harry needed to get out of here.
But then he heard someone approaching.
It was Argus Filch.
He saw Mrs Norris and and he clutched his face in horror.
'My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs Norris?' he shrieked.
And his popping eyes fell on Harry.
'You!' he screeched, 'You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you!
Harry pulled out his wand to defend himself if necessary but Filch just insisted on taking him to see Dumbledore while he carried Mrs Norris.
It turns out at the moment Dumbledore was meeting with Professor Lockhart in the Defense Classroom.
As they entered Lockhart's darkened office there was a flurry of movement across the walls;
Harry saw several of the Lockharts in the pictures dodging out of sight, their hair in rollers.
Dumbledore laid Mrs Norris on the polished surface and began to examine her.
The tip of Dumbledore's long, crooked nose was barely an inch from Mrs Norris's fur. He was looking at her closely through his half-moon spectacles, his long fingers gently prodding and poking.
Lockhart also kept giving suggestions that made no sense.
'It was definitely a curse that killed her – probably the Transmogrifian Torture. I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very counter-curse that would have saved her ...'
Lockhart's comments were punctuated by Filch's dry, racking sobs. He was slumped in a chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs Norris, his face in his hands.
Dumbledore was now muttering strange words under his breath and tapping Mrs Norris with his wand, but nothing happened: she continued to look as though she had been recently stuffed.
'... I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadougou,' said Lockhart, 'a series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography. I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets which cleared the matter up at once ...'
The photographs of Lockhart on the walls were all nodding in agreement as he talked. One of them had forgotten to remove his hairnet.
At last Dumbledore straightened up.
'She's not dead, Argus,' he said softly.
Lockhart stopped abruptly in the middle of counting the number of murders he had prevented.
'Not dead?' choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs Norris. 'But why's she all – all stiff and frozen?'
'She has been Petrified,' said Dumbledore ('Ah! I thought so!' said Lockhart). 'But how, I cannot say ...'
We will be able to cure her though, Argus,' said Dumbledore
'Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made which will revive Mrs Norris.'
'I'll make it,' Lockhart butted in. 'I must have done it a hundred times, I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep –'
'You may go,' Dumbledore said to Harry
Harry went, as quickly as he could without actually running.
For the next few days, the school could talk of little but the attack on Mrs Norris. Filch kept it fresh in everyone's minds by pacing the spot where she had been attacked, as though he thought the attacker might come back. Harry had seen him scrubbing the message on the wall with 'Mrs Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess
Remover', but to no effect; the words still gleamed as brightly as ever on the stone. When Filch wasn't guarding the scene of the crime, he was skulking red-eyed through the corridors, lunging out at unsuspecting students and trying to put them in detention for things like 'breathing loudly' and 'looking happy'.
Harry on the other hand was freaking out.
What was that voice he had heard.
And what had happened to petrify Mrs Norris.
Chapter 18
(Hermione/Lavender/Daphne/Pansy)
November 6th 1992
Hogwarts
Late that night Harry sat down in his bed and opened the Book of Reality,
His mind had been racing over the Chamber of Secrets for the past few days.
He could not really find any information about the Chamber in the library.
So he decided to talk to the object that had supposedly built Hogwarts.
Opening the book Harry took his pen and wrote.
"What is the Chamber of Secrets".
After about a minute of waiting the book began to write.
"When Hogwarts was built over a thousand years ago all four of the founders wanted to leave their mark on the castle"The book wrote.
"Salazar Slytherin wanted me to create a chamber that could contain all the knowledge he gained over his long life"
"I followed his wishes and formed what became known over time as the Chamber of Secrets".
Harry's mind raced.
He wrote in the book.
"Where is the Chamber of Secrets today".
The book wrote back.
"I am sorry but Salazar swore to me to never reveal the location or defenses of his chamber and I will always follow the directives of my former owners"
Well that was disappointing but also reassuring to know the book would not spill his secrets after his death.
Harry decided to ask the book another question.
"Has the Chamber ever been opened since the death of Salazar Slytherin".
"Yes"The book wrote.
"The chamber was opened in 1943 by Tom Riddle resulting in the death of a student named Myrtle Warren".
That alarmed Harry to read.
If a student had died when the Chamber had been opened nearly 50 years ago than the possibility of it opening again was an alarming thought.
Harry wondered what could have petrified Mrs Norris.
Harry doubted the book would tell him.
Maybe though he should do some research into who where former students Tom Riddle and Myrtle Warren.
Harry decided to change topic and ask the book something else instead.
He had read on the Community Board that Professor Snape and Professor Lockhart would soon be hosting a Dueling Club in the Great Hall.
Harry thought that would be a great idea for him to use to get some fighting experience.
So he decided to ask the book what spells it could teach Harry that would be useful for the Dueling Club.
The book gave Harry a list of spells that he eagerly browsed through.
Harry then decided to ask the book for ideas of stuff to do when he was with his girls.
The book then created a equally long list of ideas that he skimmed through.
Before Harry could make any decisions thought he heard an explosion that startled him.
Running out of his room and into the Common Room to see a cloud of putrid green floating in the air.
Harry recognized the smell.
Dungbombs!
Daphne moaned to find Harry in the confusion and grab his arm.
"What is going on"She said through coughs.
"I don't know"Harry replied.
Hearing though the Prefects call for all the students to leave the Common Room Harry and Daphne followed everyone out.
Once Harry had left the Common Room and meet up with Daphne,Pansy,Astoria and Tracey he saw Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore approach the students standing outside.
When the two Professors entered the Common Room Harry saw that Snape looked quite angry and was muttering under his breath.
The students began speculating among themselves over if this was a prank or something related to the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry thought that it must have been a Gryfindor prank.
Seeing that it would probably take some time for the Professors to clear the Common Room students began to disperse to go elsewhere.
Harry saw Daphne followed by Astoria and Tracey head off in the direction of the library.
That reminded Harry of his goal of how to best take those two girls.
Harry knew it would not be hard to get them in bed.
After all they where fundamentally like the others.
You just show enough strength.
And they become putty in your hands.
Harry decided to lead Pansy to the Room of Requirement.
If his day was going to be disrupted he may as well try some new ideas.
ONE HOUR LATER
Harry walked up to Pansy and took out his cock which he held up to her.
Pansy parted her lips for her Master, and he smiled, before sliding his cock between her lips. She began pulling her head back and forth, sucking on his cock obediently, tasting and savoring it, licking his balls
Harry decided before he was close to pull out and grabbing Pansy by her hair, he shot his cum all over her face, some landing in her mouth.
"Eat it all up, "He instructed.
And she did. She scraped the cum off her face excitedly like a good whore, and sucked it off her fingers, swallowing all of it, and looking up at her Master in search of approval. He grinned with satisfaction and petted her head. "Good girl, Pansy." Her face lit up, as she felt incredible, being able to be a good girl, and please her Master.
He then summoned a box from the other side of the room.
Harry took out a pair of black kitty ears, and placed them on Pansy, "I think you would look good as a kitty." He then took out a black, long kitty tail, but more than that, a buttplug tail. Pansy's knees trembled as she saw it, and she whimpered. "Don't worry. It will only hurt a little, trust me."
Pansy nodded, and she shut her eyes tight as prepared herself for the plug.
Harry teased her asshole briefly with the plug, before slowly beginning to insert it. Pansy squirmed, feeling extremely strange as it pushed into her ass, spreading it wider and wider, but before she knew it, it slipped into position, making her moan slightly as her asshole swallowed it.
Harry slapped her ass and chuckled, proud of his handiwork, making her squeal a little.
He then pulled a bowl of food out of the box, which looked surprisingly similar to cat food. Pansy blushed, inferring what she was going to have to do. As she predicted, he set the bowl on the floor in front of her.
"Eat, Pansy. And lift your ass in the air as you do it." She obliged submissively, a little embarrassed, and lifted her ass into the air, lowering her head to eat the food. Harry unhesitantly groped her ass, making her squeal in surprise, but not resisting, moaning under her breath as she enjoyed his touch, and she was happy that he liked her body.
She then began eating her food and surprisingly, it didn't actually taste like cat food. Instead, it was more like chocolate and honey.
When she finished eating Harry gave her ass a spank. and firmly grabbed one of her breasts, fondling it roughly, though not enough to hurt. "Beg me to fuck you, Pansy."
Pansy, moaning and whimpering as he groped her, begged "Please, I want you inside of me, Master! Please... I need you... Please fuck me, Harry!"
Harry smiled and kissed her. "Good girl."
Pansy shuddered, feeling his hard, warm shaft against her inner thigh, and shut her eyes, whimpering, when it grazed her pussy lips. "M-master... please be gentle..." Harry looked down at her dominantly and rubbed his thumb gently across her soft bottom lip, before pushing it into her mouth slowly as he moved his hips forward, making her let out a feminine moan, her cunt clenching tighter with insecure apprehension.
As he pushed his thumb into her mouth deeper, he did the same with his shaft, simultaneously, groaning deeply, until he was finally balls deep.
Harry looked at her as she kept her eyes shut, feeling her tight, wet cunt holding his cock snuggly, pleasure surging through his body, and he took his thumb out of her mouth. "Pansy, look at me." She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. "Was that so bad?" Pansy shook her head slowly, now biting her lip as her face grew warmer, the feeling of his cock inside of her driving her crazy with arousal.
He then slowly pulled his hips back, until only his head was still in. The next thrust, he pushed in considerably faster, making Pansy moan considerably louder, and he kept increasing speed.
Pansy felt incredible, as Harry's penetration filled her body with pleasure, her cunt dripping. As he got faster, Pansy wrapped her arms around him desperate to hold onto something as his thrusting intensified. Harry, meanwhile, now sure that Pansy was ok, began ravaging her less carefully and more aggressively, reveling in the pleasure of her tight cunt around his shaft.
Pansy quickly felt pleasure begin to build in her stomach and crotch, and moaned loudly as she desperately tried to hold back, though, as soon as Harry caught wind of this, she stood no chance, as he thrust much faster and began massaging her pussy with one hand and groping and fondling her tits and nipples as he fucked her. Within moments, Pansy's resistance broke and she cried out with ecstasy, as Harry did the same, controlling his orgasm until hers began, and then bucking his hips one final time as he too groaned with unbridled pleasure. As her cum coated his cock, he shot his load inside of her, and she savored the feeling of his warm cum inside of her.
Pansy steadied her breathing as Harry untensed himself, his cock still inside of her. He then slowly pulled it out and held Pansy in his arms as he laid himself beside her, spooning her.
NOVEMBER 7th 1992
The next day Harry meet with Pansy and Daphne and gave them a bowl of food that tasted like savory meat.
Harry slapped and groped both of the girl's asses a couple of times making them whimper in shock
Once Pansy and Daphne finished eating, Harry gave them both buttplug tails to put in their bum holes and ordered them to both go into the bathroom to brush their teeth and take a shower.
When the two girls walked into the shower they turned it on and were confused when they realized that the shower was not giving that much water.
They both jumped when they heard Harry's voice and realized that he had entered the bathroom without them noticing.
"You two are gonna have to get close to share the water. You two are going to get more acquainted, girls; no washing yourselves. Only wash each other. I'm gonna go get dressed."
Harry then turned around, closing the door behind him.
Pansy and Daphne were shocked.
They were good friends but they had never showered together before.
They felt the cold air of the bathroom on their bodies as neither of them had entered under the warm water yet.
Pansy started shivering from the cold, and she stepped into the water on impulse and let out a cute feminine sigh of relief.
She looked at her friend "...You can... hug me if you want while we shower..."
Daphne, in response, smiled a little, and nodded, grateful, before pressing her body up against Pansy's and moaning as she felt the warm water run from Pansy's body to her own. Unintentionally, though to the pleasure of both, their nipples rubbed against each other's as their breasts were pressed and squished into each other,
They moaned softly and pressed closer together as they began to get more accustomed to the shower, and enjoying the comforting water and the exciting feeling of each other's chests getting more aroused by the second.
Daphne then thought of something. "We're gonna have to get clean..." Pansy pulled away a little bit but nodded. She reached out for the bar of soap, and almost tried to wash herself, but realized she couldn't. Harry had given her an order. She had to wash Daphne, and Daphne had to wash her. Pansy began to rub the bar of soap along Daphne's back, arms, and legs, before she began massaging Daphne's ass with the soap, making her a bit excited, then her thighs, which made her whimper with anticipation.
Daphne's face turned red again as she felt her friend wash her private parts
Pansy continued, and reached down, rubbing the bar into Daphne's cunt. Daphne gasped, moaning loudly, and, even though it was extremely gentle, her knees buckled.
Pansy didn't let her fall though, and gently pulled her back to her feet, looking her in the eyes. Daphne whimpered, "Thank you..." before Pansy gently kissed her, and continued cleaning her cunt. Meanwhile, she started to rub soap on her breasts, groping them and rubbing them, making her whimper and moan as she felt pleasure building up inside of her.
Daphne knew she had to clean Pansy too so Daphne feeling an orgasm building up, hugged Pansy close to her, rubbing her own soap onto Pansy as she groped Pansy's breasts and rubbed her back before going down to her ass and pulling slightly on her tail, making Pansy let out an involuntary moan.
Daphne then got an idea. She started gently tugging on Pansy's tail, pulling the plug in and out, making her whimper and moan with her. She groped and massaged her ass and asshole as she did this.
The two continued to play with each other, groping and massaging each other as they felt the water run down their bodies until Daphne's knees buckled again and she felt her orgasm approaching. Pansy noticed and rubbed her fingers deeper and more rapidly and elegantly against the walls of her cunthole. As Daphne's orgasm hit her, she groped Pansy's ass hard with one hand and pulled out her buttplug with the other, making her scream with pain and pleasure, and forcing her to orgasm as well. The two collapsed, now just touching themselves as they lay on the ground, bucking their hips, their juices being washed into the drain, and moaning wildly.
Once they recovered, they comforted each other gently, Daphne teasing Pansy by sucking her nipples a little bit, making her squirm. They held each other for a few moments, before finally getting up and washing each other off.
Daphne, with Pansy's buttplug still in hand, realized that Harry would probably want Pansy to still have her tail in, so she told Pansy to get on all fours.
Pansy nodded and she got on all fours and presented her ass to Daphne, before Daphne proceeded to stick the buttplug tail in, gently at first, but, knowing how much it could take, quickly becoming rougher, making Pansy whimper. The buttplug was quite big and it took some resistance, but it was quickly swallowed by Pansy's fat ass. Once done, Daphne slapped her ass playfully, and the two turned off the shower and got out. leaving the bathroom to see what their master wanted them to do next.
SUNDAY
Daphne smiled, bent over, and groped one of Pansy's soft tits causing her to moan
Pansy screamed with pleasure as she felt her cunt explode with pleasure and moisture and her girl juices flowed down her thighs, wetting the floor beneath her and her ass.
Pansy fell forward onto her hands, trying to recover from the insane orgasm she just had while heavily, still moaning as the last of her juices flowed out of her.
"What a good girl!" Harry applauded, petting her like the bitch she was, while Daphne smiled at her, happy to have made her cum. "Now, ass up." Pansy was caught by surprise, but her body obeyed, presenting her ass to her master, making it so that she was in a doggy position.
"Lick up your mess, bitch." Pansy's eyes widened at the thought of licking up her own cum, but she did. Her head lowered itself down to the floor, and she began licking up her juices from the floor, which were oddly sweet.
Harry then took a brown doggy tail buttplug and brought it close to her face. "Stay in that position. It's hot. Now, you can lick this plug if you want; your choice. Just keep in mind where it's going" Pansy whimpered and started to lick and suck at the phallic object, covering it with her saliva.
"Good girl!" Harry moved back to her ass, smacking it just to objectify her, before beginning to insert the object into her asshole. Pansy moaned with pleasurable discomfort, as she felt it slide into her, expanding her asshole. Her eyes got watery as the discomfort became stinging pain, but, surprisingly, Harry actually comforted her, rubbing her ass slowly.
Pansy blushed but felt a little thankful. She finally felt her asshole swallow the object and sighed with relief.
Harry smacked Pansy's ass again, before admiring his handiwork. "Wag your tail, bitch." Pansy obeyed, wagging her ass as her tail swayed behind her, her face red as she did it enjoying the feeling of having a tail up her ass as she obeyed her master's every whim on her hands and knees.
Harry groped her breast.
"EEEAAAAHHH!"
"Please master grope my ass... fill my holes... and let me... eat your cum..."
Harry then dismissed Daphne as he shoved his cock up into Pansy's cunt
Pansy started bouncing on his cock,clenching her pussy like an obedient little slut, bouncing her hips on his cocking quickly and desperately fast, until, finally she felt his warm cum inside of her. And right then, she quickly removed herself from his cock and tried to suck, wanting his cum more than anything.
Pansy was great at getting Harry to cum fast.
Harry let her suck his cock, and she tasted his cum and as soon as it touched her mouth.
"You like being a little bitch?"
Pansy barked in agreement.
"Good girl."
Harry pinched Pansy's nipples hard enough to make her almost scream from the pain.
Harry lowered his lips to her breasts and then bit her nipple, softly at first, but then increasingly harder until she was in more pain than when he was pinching her.
Harry brought his hand down firmly and aggressively onto her breast, making sure to slap her nipple as well. Before it had even stopped jiggling, he did the same with the other breast, and Pansy was holding back sobs as she cummed at the same time.
"You will take everything I give you, fuckslave. Is that clear?" Harry growled and Pansy nodded while moaning
"...Yes, master..."
Harry then pressed his fingers against Pansy's crotch, which was dripping. "You're gonna be a good girl, aren't you?"
Pansy nodded, moaning slightly louder.
Harry then swiftly shoved 3 fingers into her cunthole pumping them back and forth, making her scream with arousal.
Her juices squirted out of her dripping down her thighs.
After Pansy's orgasm ended Harry grabbed her hair, gripping gently but firmly.
"You're such a good little toy, aren't you?" Pansy nodded. "My pathetic, little fucktoy." As he said this, he grabbed her breast roughly, making her moan and whimper with pleasure
Good girl." Harry rubbed her breast gently.
Pansy then lowered herself onto his cock, and moaned again as the head entered.
Harry groaned as he went deeper and deeper into Pansy until she was resting her ass on his thighs and balls.
Pansy then started riding him, making him moan and groan as she did the same, occasionally letting out a small, cute meow, which Harry adored.
Harry slapped Pansy's bouncing ass. "Bark, bitch." She obediently started barking like a bitch in heat, bouncing her ass in her Master's face
Pansy soon quickly approached orgasm and she quickly bounced on her Master's cock and whimpered and meowed, signaling that she was about to cum. Harry took note, and thrust upwards, which made Pansy moan and bark loudly causing her to cum,
Harry pet Pansy gently, making her smile sweetly, "You're such a good girl, Pansy" She sighed blissfully, loving to be called a good little girl. She purred softly in response, knowing that Harry loved cute little feminine noises.
Harry then started fingerfucking Pansy's cunt "Bark like a good puppy!" Blushing, Pansy obeyed and started barking again.
"Woof, woof!" She felt her pussy get wetter, and she started swaying her ass, pushing it back, hoping Harry would spank her. Instead, he just pushed deeper.
"What are you, puppy?"
"A bitch in heat!"
"You like being a bitch?
"...I do love being a bitch..."
"Good puppy. Bark for me."
"Woof! Woof!" And right as Pansy barked, Harry slapped her ass making her cum as soon as she felt the sting of it. Her juices ran down her thighs, and she fell onto the floor, barking weakly.
Harry grinned
NOVEMBER 10th
Lavender whined with disappointment as Harry brought one hand away from her breast, however it was immediately recompensed once she felt that hand against her sweatpants and panties. He rubbed back and forth through them and against her lips, being gentle, though rough enough to make her moan softly. She eventually involuntarily thrust her hips forward, making him smile mischievously at her.
"Do you need more, you slutty little thing?" Lavender nodded her head submissively, which Harry found adorable.
"Say 'please'," he teased,
Lavender needily bit her lip and her expression turned pleading and cutely wide-eyed as she thrust involuntarily against his hand again.
"Please..."
Harry brought his hand into her undergarments and began rubbing and stroking her clit with his thumb and forefinger while pushing slightly deeper into her lips with her other three fingers. She moaned more loudly in response, though Harry muffled her, again kissing forcefully. She knew he was still teasing her, and she'd have to beg more explicitly to get what she really wanted. Though she resisted for a bit longer, moaning and shifting at a steady pace, she quickly gave in and looked up at him again as he pulled away.
"...Master... please... I need... I need your dick..." she whimpered helplessly, blushing slightly as she said it. Harry smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. "That's a good girl."
Harry quickly shifted his comportment from gentle to aggressive, flipped her onto all fours, making her yelp, and pulled her sweatpants and panties off before pulling his own boxers down, all the while still pleasuring her with the one hand.
As he pulled his cock out, Lavender could see when she looked over her shoulder that Harry was already throbbing hard, and watching each twitch turned her on just a bit more. He held the tip of his cock against her pussy lips, but didn't bother to be careful, not teasing her anymore, for her own sake; he forced his dick into her cunt and moaned loudly, though it was nothing compared to the moan she let out after being teased and stimulated.
As Harry thrust into her, she forced her ass back onto his hips in sync, desperately seeking more stimulation. He reached forward around her waist with one hand and kept rubbing her clit, using the other hand to hold her asscheek in his hand.
"You have a cute, tight little butt, Lavender."
Lavender would have smiled sheepishly had she not been so submerged in pleasure, moaning uncontrollably and drooling, though she still enjoyed the compliment. She let out a whimper when he spanked her ass, her pussy tightening slightly, and she felt the orgasm that had been building inside of her start to surface. She held back, however, eager to be a good girl for her Master.
"...Master... may I please... have permission to cum...?" she stuttered, hardly able to hold back.
Harry smiled. "Yes" He leaned forward and groped her breasts. "Cum for me."
On command, Lavender began spasming, falling onto her breasts as Harry let go and held her cunt with both of his hands as her juices sprayed down her legs and on his cock. She screamed out in pleasure as he kept thrusting inside of her, stimulating her until the last lustful breath of her orgasm. She cooled down a few moments later, her moans beginning to fade; he then pulled his cock out of her soaking pussy, not having cum yet.
He placed his cock in between her ass cheeks inserting himself.
Although Lavender was weak and tired from her orgasm, she, of course, lifted her ass to facilitate and comfort his movements. Since he was already on the edge, it was only a moment or two before Harry came as well, shooting his load into her bum hole.
NOVEMBER 14th 1992
As Harry let go of her breast, Hermione rubbed her breasts gently, in part to soothe the sting from the slap he'd left, and looked up at him like a reprimanded child.
He had told Hermione to put on a show for him and that's what she intended to do.
She bounced her breasts playfully in front of him, and turned around and twerked her ass, occasionally being fondled by him. She fingered herself, sticking her hand down her skirt and panties, and licked her juices off her fingers for him, and she then fingered her asshole with one hand while groping her own ass with the other.
"Strip, now" Harry demanded.
Hermione looked back at him, taking her fingers out of her ass, and nodded, smiling and excited for the attention of her master.
She began by taking off her blouse, unbuttoning and removing it, though leaving the bra on for now, still pulled down so that it wasn't even covering her breasts. Hermione then started to take off her skirt as well, now only in her panties, as her bra wasn't actually covering anything. Swaying her hips, she swung her panties off
Smiling Harry then stepped towards Hermione, taking her by the shoulder.
"You're a pretty obedient slut it seems." He then took something from his jacket pocket, something that Hermione quickly recognized and prepared herself for: a buttplug. It wasn't too thick, but it had a little bunny tail sticking out the back.
"Open wide." Hermione obeyed, parting her lips for him and covering the buttplug with her saliva as he pressed it into her mouth. "Now, open the other hole." Though he said it mockingly, she obeyed and held her asscheeks open letting him insert it, to her moans of strange discomfort as it filled her.
Harry then took out a bag from the corner of the room and took out Hermione's new clothes before handing them to her. "Put this on."
Hermione inspected the outfit as he handed it to her. It was essentially a Playboy bunny outfit, with a reversed color scheme: white tights, a white corset teddy, white heels, and a pair of white bunny ears. The teddy and the tights already had a hole made in the back of them, for her new buttplug tail to stick out of. She got the impression Harry was into some kinky shit.
Hermione obediently put on the outfit and as she finished putting on the outfit complete with the white bunny ears which fit well as it was pretty adjustable, she noticed something. Her outfit was extra-slutty.
Hermione strutted up to him, accentuating her curves, before laying her hand on his chest, and bringing her other hand lower. Harry grabbed it firmly though, and took her by the neck, not too hard, forcing her onto her knees. "Sluts don't get dick until I say so."
Hermione obeyed "...I-I'm sorry, sir."
"You want cock?" Harry asked.
"Yes, please, sir!" Hermione replied.
"Blowjob, slut."
Hermione, given permission, pulled down Harry's pants and boxers, making his erect cock pop out.
She popped the head in between her lips happily.
After Harry's cock was wet enough he took it out of her mouth and after pulling her butt plug tail out he pushed it into Hermione's asshole making her moan loudly as she felt his cock inside her,
Harry started deeply thrusting inside her which Hermione loved,
After a while, Harry couldn't hold back more, and he let out his orgasm.
He shot his load in Hermione's bum hole, making her cum as well.
NOVEMBER 20th 1992
The Slytherin students where upset.
Although the Dungbomb stench had been cleared away several days ago it was now a widespread belief that Gryfindor students had been responsible for the incident.
And a lot of people wanted revenge on Gryffindor House.
Especially due to their not being a scheduled Quidditch match against Gryffindor for months.
Harry knew the password for the Gryffindor Common Room from Lavender and Hermione.
So that was why Harry made sure to be a part of the student discussion on this.
One of the students suggested infiltrating the Gryffindor Common Room during the next Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match with a small group of people.
And they would release Dungbombs in order to give Gryffindor a taste of their own medicine.
Harry though while he had been annoyed by the dungbomb incident that was not the reason he had volunteered to participate in the raid.
.The reason he wanted to go into Gryffindor Tower was simple.
Ginny Weasley.
He already had Lavender and Hermione in his pocket.
Weasley was the last of the Gryfindors he wanted.
He had considered other Gryfindors like Padma Patil, Romilda Vane, Katie Bell, Allicia Spinnett and Angelina Johnson.
But none of them where as appealing as Hermione,Lavender and Ginny where.
Harry had a plan for this.
After the other students had dropped dungbombs and left Gryffindor Tower Harry planned to return with Daphne and Pansy.
The next part would involve using the Book of Reality to make sure Ginny was sleeping alone in her dorm.
And that would be when the three of them would make sure Ginny joined their harem.
It was for the best.