Chapter 1Chapter Text"Hmphhhhhh!" Daphne's moan was muffled by the girth in her mouth. Harry grunted as Daphne slobbered over his cock and began sucking with renewed enthusiasm. Harry grabbed the back of her head with both hands, forcefully shoving her head further down until his entire meat was inside her eager mouth. Daphne wasn't used to having his cock down her throat, but she tried her best to suppress her gag reflex as Harry began fucking her mouth with powerful strokes.
Daphne allowed him to have his way with her mouth however he pleased, relishing the burning sensation in her throat as it contrasted with the intense pleasure in her pussy. She wished she could look down at where Lavender was ravaging her, buried nose deep in Daphne's folds, frantically rubbing her clit with one hand while the other was down in her own pussy.
Harry had the best view of this scene, running his hands through Daphne's long, silky dark brown hair while being stimulated by Lavender's dirty blonde curls lapping at Daphne's quim. "Lavender, come over here," he ordered, paying no mind to Daphne's groan of disappointment. In one swift motion he pulled his cock from deep in her throat, making an obscene plopping sound as his purple head exited her mouth.
Harry stroked his cock, slick with Daphne's slobber, as Lavender crawled up the bed to kneel besides Daphne. The Slytherin was slightly disgruntled since she hadn't come yet but pushed it away when Harry brought his dick forward. Lavender immediately attacked it with her mouth, licking around the head with her tongue while stroking him with her hand. Daphne licked around Lavender's jaw line, her hand kneading the blonde's D-cups (surely the biggest in fourth year, and bigger than most sixth years). She had to admit she was jealous of the vapid Gryffindor's assets, though she knew she herself was seen as the most beautiful girl in their year with her aristocratic features and cold blue eyes.
Daphne finally reached Lavender's mouth, which was currently wrapped around Harry's erection. She licked along its length, eliciting a moan from Harry who returned one of his hands to the top of her head. Lavender abandoned Harry's head and joined her, licking along his length, their tongues making contact along the way. Harry knew what he wanted to see, and he guided their heads back to his bulbous tip, where they began sharing his cock and ended up making out, their tongues mingling with his dick dribbling pre-cum in between.
Daphne and Lavender were nearing orgasm, the taste of Harry's succulent pre-cum along with their sensual kiss proving too much. Daphne brought her hand down and shoved it into Lavenders pussy, prompting the brunette to do the same to her. Their orgasm came at the same time, gasping into their kiss and bringing Harry over the top.
"I'm cumming!" He exhaled before he shot his load, rope after rope of hot cum plastering the girl's faces and hair. Harry spurted an inhuman amount of cum, enough that when he was finished both girls faces were glazed with his sticky white substance.
Harry lay back on the bed in satisfaction. Lavender scooped up some cum from Daphne's face, licking it off her finger as if it was a rare delicacy. Daphne grabbed Lavender by the cheeks and brought her in for a sloppy kiss, sharing cum and rubbing it all over each other's faces. Harry was enjoying the view, lazily stroking his sensitive cock, when there was a knock at the door.
Lavender immediately jumped up, shifting her fearful eyes to Harry. Daphne put on her emotionless mask (which Harry thought looked very comical covered in cum) and frowned at Harry, "What now Potter?" Harry chuckled at this, it seemed that when under stress Daphne regressed to her Ice Queen persona. "Nothing, Daphne dear, I'll just answer it." Harry stood up before either of the girls could react and headed for the door to his room.
"Who is it?" he asked loudly, already knowing the answer.
"It's me honey, I came to say hi to your little friends." Daphne and Lavender recognized the voice of Harry's mother, and they both looked on in disbelief as their naked lover went to open the door. "Harry, don-" Lavender gasped out before Daphne covered her mouth. Daphne's head was running a mile a minute, trying to find some way to escape the situation.
"Hi, mum, how was your seminar?" Harry asked casually, as if he wasn't completely naked in a room with two girls covered in his jizz. To the girls shock, Lily didn't even acknowledge that her son was naked as she stepped into the room. "You know how boring those things are Harry, I left as soon as I could." Lily's eyes focused on the two 14 year old girls who were frozen in place. The Potter matriarch walked over to the two of them, who were still kneeling on the floor, naked as the day they were born.
"How are you Lavender?" Lily smiled congenially at her son's girlfriend. "And you must be Daphne," she turned to the Greengrass heiress. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Potter" Daphne said with all the diplomacy a pureblood upbringing brought.
"You have some on your hair dear" Lily brought her finger down and scooped up a big glob of cum on Daphne's hair. As the two shocked teens watched, Lily brought it up to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste her son's spunk. Lily licked her finger clean and sported a thoughtful look before walking over to her son and kneeling down. She softly held her son's prick and observed the head of his cock, which was still dripping some cum.
Lily let out a tisk "You girls are new to this aren't you?" she turned toward the two witches, giving them a look of slight disappointment, as if they'd gotten a mediocre mark on a potions essay. "It is impolite to leave cum on a man's cock." feeling that they needed visual reinforcement, Lily engulfed the tip of her son's penis in her mouth, making a show out of showing Daphne and Lavender how she was cleaning up all of his semen. Harry let out a moan as his mom sucked on his sensitive head, letting off a few smaller spurts of semen into her mouth. She took his cock fow to the base, an easy task with his tool being semi-flaccid, before pulling back and covering just the head with her lips, giving it a thorough licking to make sure she got everything.
Satisfied with her work, Lily stood up and looked over at the two shocked girls. "There, I better not see you girls leaving cum on my son's cock again, understood?" she said with a mock stern gaze before she turned to leave. "Now come along, dinners ready." she and Harry exited the room quietly, leaving Lavender and Daphne sharing a look before the Slytherin shrugged and followed the mother and son, prompting Lavender to move.
"Can you believe what just happened?" Lavender exclaimed in a hushed whisper as the two girls traversed Potter manor's expansive hallways. Lavender felt a bit weird, walking around naked in someone else's house.
"You should get a hold of yourself Brown," Daphne hissed. The Gryffindor was such an airhead, Harry only kept her around because of her looks and her usefulness as a gossip to collect information. "It makes enough sense, you know about Potter's abilities, and his mother is a very attractive woman, they've been living alone together all his life, it's not shocking that he would claim her."
Moans could be heard as they began walking down the winding staircase of Potter Manor.
"Oh baby yes! Fuck your mummy's cunt! Fill me up!"
Lily was bouncing on Harry's cock, facing the table with her hands splayed out around her plate as she worked her thighs up and down on her son's lap. Her massive double D cup breasts jiggled with each bounce. Harry was sitting back in his chair, letting Lily do all the work while he ate, grabbing forkfuls of rice while his mother was impaling herself on him.
"Your food is served, you can eat whenever you want." Lily told the two girls in between gasping breaths. Daphne acquiesced and took a seat across from the lovemaking couple, beginning to eat her food with all her usual decorum, as if a mother and son weren't fucking right in front of her.
Lavender was standing, mesmerized and staring at the rutting couple. Daphne scoffed at the ditzy girl's lack of composure. Then Lavender walked up to Lily and Harry.
Lavender stood right in front of Lily, her eyes following the older woman's bouncing breasts. Lily gazed amusedly at the young witch. "Like what you see Lavender?"
Lily gasped out in slight shock when Lavender grabbed her face and brought her in for a forceful kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise before she smiled into it and began making out with the girl. Harry stopped eating, partly because Lavender was obstructing him and partly because of the view. He began pounding harder and harder into his mother's pussy.
Lavender broke off the kiss "I fancy some milk with my lunch." she said breathlessly before dipping her head down to capture one of Lily's nipples in her mouth. Lily held Lavender's head and brought one hand down to the girl's pussy, running a finger up and down the entrance of Lavender's vagina.
Daphne, feeling left out, walked over and began kissing Lily, rubbing her chest against Lily's torso. Lily mewled into Daphne's mouth as Harry's pumping became more and more frantic, her fingers working furiously in Lavender's pussy.
"Aghhhhh!" Lily pulled her head back and yelled out in orgasm, shoving two fingers deep down Lavender's cunt and making the girl clinch up in a sudden orgasm. Daphne bit down on Lily's nipple, heightening the experience and making the older woman see stars in her field of vision. "Oh God!" she squealed out, the tip of Harry's cock rubbing her cervix.
"That was… incredible." Lavender let out weakly, collapsing to the floor with Lily's fingers still inside her. Lily slowly slid them out, raising them up to Daphne, who took the cue and began licking Lavender's juices off her hand. Harry, who hadn't come yet, was nibbling on his mother's neck, twitching his hips to move his cock inside her. "Harry, don't," Lily told her son. Harry stopped, confused "What is it mum?" she'd never turned down a nice load of cum in her womb before. Lily turned her head to look at Harry, "Lavender said she wanted milk with her food." she winked at him and Harry grinned "Well then let's give her what she wants."
Lily raised herself up gingerly, sliding her son's penis out of her spent hole. She stepped out of his lap "Daphne, won't you be a dear and get Harry ready to cum?" Daphne acquiesced and gripped Harry's manhood, jerking him off at a swift pace. Lily went around the table and collected Daphne and Lavender's plates, filled with vegetables, rice and chicken. "I'm cumming!" Daphne could feel Harry's cock tensing, and Lily was barely able to put the girl's plates in front of him before his dick twitched and shot off half a dozen powerful loads, coating both girls' plates with his seed.
Lily smiled and set the plates on the table "Eat up!"
"How long have you been fucking your mother Potter?" Daphne asked bluntly. They were all fully dressed. She and Lavender stood in front of the fireplace, ready to floo over to their homes. Harry was lounging on the couch, Lily was upstairs taking a shower.
Harry shrugged "I seduced her when I was 10, though I was jerking off on her while she slept since I was 8." Daphne scoffed and rolled her eyes while Lavender giggled "So your mom was the first victim of your magic cum," the Gryffindor scrunched up her face in thought "Why did it take you so long to bind her?"
"I might be part creature Lavender, but I'm still a boy. My cum is much stronger now than two years ago, much less six."
Lavender's wristwatch buzzed, indicating that she had to leave. She sighed in dissapointment at not having any more Harry time until the start of term. She walked up to Harry and hugged him, making sure to press her breasts to his chest. "Can't you come visit me baby?" Harry shook his head "It'll only be a few weeks pet, I'm sure you and Daphne can arrange to see each other."
"I have a lot of work to do Potter, I don't have time to accommodate your lapdop." Daphne cut in bitingly. Lavender turned to her and pouted, giving Daphne a comically pleading look. Daphne shook her head and headed for the floo, not saying anything while she threw in the powder and left for home.
"Don't worry Lav, if I know her she'll be knocking on your door in a few days." Harry assured his lover. This cheered Lavender up; she gave Harry a peck on the lips before heading to the floo herself.
Harry sat back and relaxed. He was sure Voldemort had something planned for this year so moments of peace like this were to be enjoyed as much as possible.
...
It was a weird life, being the main target of the most feared Dark lord in centuries. Thankfully he had his gifts to level the playing field; otherwise Voldemort would have probably killed him by now.
James Potter's great-great-great grandfather's great uncle had been an Incubus. This was not surprising; most pure-blooded wizards could find incubi in their ancestry if they looked back far enough, the direct offspring of Incubi didn't express any special traits, much less their descendants innumerable generations later.
What made Harry different was Lily's blood line. Unbeknownst to her she came from a long line of squibs. The last wizard in her lineage, Lord Romeluis Flitwick, had gotten his house elf pregnant. The lord had to hide the indiscretion, and so he sent his half elf offspring to a muggle orphanage. The child was without magic, the only thing belying his heritage being his incredibly small stature (which won him a place in the circus). It was these dormant genes, Incubi and House Elf, which resulted in whatever the hell Harry was.
They still hadn't discovered all of Harry's abilities. He could use House Elf teleportation, which had allowed him free reign over Hogwarts in the past three years. He could also do some wandless magic, a skill he and Lily were constantly working to improve. While all this was well and good, Harry enjoyed his incubus heritage much, much more. He was a master of the sexual arts, instinctually knowing what to do to make a woman come; he had incredible stamina and was very 'gifted'.
While he didn't have an aura like a Veela, he had something even better. Harry was able to make anyone fall under his will, becoming his permanent sex slave, as long as they came in contact with his cum. It depended on the woman's willpower, the amount of cum and how exactly she came into contact with it. Having her ingest it gave the quickest results, even quicker than cumming inside her pussy, surprisingly. He had done that with Lavender, the first one of the girls he'd taken.
Being the most popular first year at Hogwarts, girls naturally gravitated towards Harry, and being the most vapid, bubble-headed first year in school, Lavender was no exception. They'd started dating (or what 11 year olds called dating anyways) halfway through his first year. Harry had refrained from bonding her, wanting to see how far he could get her to go without magical influence. To her credit, Lavender didn't allow him to fuck her, telling him that she wanted to wait until fourth year. He did get her to blow him, and soon enough she swallowed his cum for the first time and that was that, he'd gotten a sex slave.
With Daphne it had been different. Harry had noticed the Slytherin girl in his second year. She was perfect: anti-social, abrasive, hateful, incredibly smart and stunningly beautiful. He first tried approaching her to try to build a friendship, but that failed rather quickly. Daphne wasn't friends with anyone in her house, much less Harry, who had cultivated an image as the Gryffindor golden boy who did no wrong. After a few attempts at starting a conversation, Harry gave up on that approach and started using his elf apparition to jerk off on her face while she slept. This through the skin method is slower than having the girl take it in one of her holes; it took Harry ten sessions before she was fully his.
He had refrained from taking anyone else in third year. He was under the watchful eye of Dumbledore; taking more than two girls at this point would be too much of a risk. It was already difficult enough seeing Daphne during the school year without the old coot noticing. Until he was neutralized, Harry couldn't handle having to deal with three women in school. Besides, none of the girls in Hogwarts offered something unique enough for Harry to take a risk.
This year he had a feeling he'd strike again. He didn't know why, but he could tell it was going to be much more eventful than the past two, for good or bad.
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"…The Quidditch Cup will not be held this year."
"What?!"
"Why?!"
"What the hell Dumbledore?"
"This was my last chance to win the bleeding thing!"
These were the reactions around the great hall when the headmaster made his announcement. Though outwardly outraged, inside Harry was relieved. He'd grown bored of playing quidditch and was more than happy to not have to deal with the constant arduous training. It put off having to quit the team and all the whining from his housemates.
Dumbledore raised his hand to shush the students "There is good reason for this decision. You see, this year Hogwarts will have the honor of hosting the Triwizard Tournament!"
Most of the students were confused, not knowing what exactly the tournament was. Others were surprised, having heard about the tournament from their grandparents. All Harry could think was that this tournament was fantastic news. With everyone focused on it he would be able to move more freely around the castle.
"The tournament is to be contested between Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton. The schools delegations will be arriving here on the 30th of October." Dumbledore swept his gaze through the student body, observing all and none at once "I do not need to tell you that this is a very dangerous event, only those 17 and older will be allowed to compete."
There was some grumbling from some of the students at this, Harry heard the Weasley twins dissatisfaction and knew those two would try something to get into the tournament.
"Too bad, eh Harry? Woulda been fun to compete" Seamus said to his right. Harry shrugged. Lavender spoke up "Are you crazy? I heard people died competing in that thing. Fourth years like us wouldn't stand a chance!" Seamus begged off "It was just a fantasy woman, don't get on my case!"
Harry had already checked out, thinking about how to use such a big event to further his plans.
"You're late, Potter." Daphne Greengrass was standing in an empty hallway in the sixth floor, hands crossed and an expression of contempt on her face. It was late at night, the moonlight seeping through the big glass windows gave her an ethereal beauty.
"Nice to see you too Daphne."
The Slytherin grumbled at this, "I've had to hide from two prefects while waiting for you, you nitwit."
"Good, you practiced your stealth." Harry quipped. He pulled out a piece of parchment, which she knew to be the marauder's map. Saying the password, the map came to life as Harry handed it to her. "What do you want me to do with this mangy thing?"
"I want you to watch out for anyone that walks through here." Harry answered. "Why-" Daphne was cut off by Harry putting his hand over her mouth and turning her around, pushing her up against the wall. Daphne supported herself with her hands on the wall, spread out so as to hold the map between them. "Potter, we could be caught at any moment. At the very least put your cloak over us!" despite her protest, she spread her legs out and rubbed her bum against his crotch. "Daph come on, the whole point of doing it here is the thrill of getting caught." Harry brought his hands under her school shirt. Daphne had stopped wearing bras to Harry's little rendezvous, so he had easy access to her supple breasts, tweaking one of her nipples while he nibbled on her ear.
Daphne let out something between a mewl and a growl "Fucking damn it Potter, I don't want to be teased, I want to be fucked, you useless half-blood!" Harry got hard immediately. One thing he loved about the bond was that it didn't change the person; it simply made them bend to his sexual will.
"Oh I'll fuck you, you cunt." Harry quickly released his cock from his fly and lifted Daphne's skirt. She wasn't wearing panties either. Harry grabbed his cock and pointed it at her rosebud. Daphne felt the tip, but before she could protest Harry pushed forward into her ass. "AAAAAAAAHH!" she screamed out as Harry violated her asshole. Having never done this, Harry realized it was a mistake not to lubricate; her ass was too tight and dry for him to move in it. Just as he thought it his magic came to the rescue, there was a tingle and suddenly Daphne's ass was ready for him.
Harry smiled and began plunging in and out of her ass. Daphne was splayed out against the wall, barely able to pay attention to the map as she tried to adjust to the new sensation. "You fucking mudblood loving bastard! You'll fucking pay for thi-" Daphne trailed off as she began to moan, the feeling of pleasure intensifying as Harry began to build a rhythm.
Harry's cock was pulling in and out of Daphne's perfect ass; the brunette began pushing back with his strokes. "Oh Merlin yes! Fuck my ass you miserable little twit!" She was bent over completely, her half-lidded eyes staring glazed at the spot on the map that was playing out their tryst.
"You love this, don't you, you inbred whore," Harry brought one hand down to play with her sopping wet cunt, Daphne had to control the itch to help him out lest she lose her grip on the map.
Harry was now bottoming out inside her, all his length lodged in her rectum. He left his cock in that position for a few moments, relishing in the depravity of the moment. He brought the hand that had been masturbating Daphne up to his mouth and licked, enjoying the aroma and taste of her excitement. He licked his hand clean of her juices.
"POTTER! Someone is coming!" Daphne groaned out as best she could with a huge cock deep in her ass. Harry swatted the back of her head "Someone's coming and you're yelling my name out as loud as you can?" Harry used his elf apparition and got them out of there in an instant.
They reappeared in the middle of another empty hallway. Still joined in the act, they fell to the floor in a doggy style position. Harry began fucking Daphne's ass again, this time much more roughly than before. "You dumb bitch, I told you to watch the fucking map," In a spontaneous decision, Harry brought his hands around Daphne's neck and began choking her.
Daphne's hands went up to his, but she didn't try to loosen his grip. Harry didn't know if it was his magic that didn't allow her, or if she really was into it, but he went with it. He felt the pleasure multiply as her ass tightened even more around him. Daphne began gagging, gasping for air. Harry wished he could see her face; he could visualize her eyes bugging out. Finally the sensation was too much and in one final thrust Harry blew his load inside Daphne's ass.
Squirt after squirt blasted out until it began leaking out and running down Harry's shaft. Satisfied, he let go of Daphne's neck and pulled out of her ass, a loud *plop* was heard when the head of his dick exited her abused hole.
Harry lay back on the floor, observing as Daphne was trying to regain her bearings, her ass still raised in the air and her face flat on the floor. "You…bastard…" she whispered out hoarsely. She turned to face him; Harry could see red handprints already on her neck. "I'd love to see you do this to Brown." She looked down at the cum that was leaking down her thigh and ran her finger through the stream, collecting as much as she could and rubbing it on her forehead. She knew Harry liked when they did things like that.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you loved that Greengrass," Daphne gave him a withering gaze "Don't think it for a minute, Potter, it's just your blasted powers forcing me." Harry grinned, her expression told a different story.
Harry stood and picked up his map "Well Daphne, maybe next time we'll do this in your common room."
Daphne scoffed and was about to turn to leave, when an idea struck her. "Are you serious about that Potter?" Harry stared at her, wondering what she was getting at, "Why do you ask?"
Even though she knew it wouldn't work, Daphne sashayed up to him with her sexiest walk, masking her limp from the deep fucking as best as she could. She draped her body over him and pressed herself against him. Bringing her mouth tantalizingly close to his ear, she whispered in her most seductive tone "Remember that… thing I wanted you to do for me?"
Harry turned his head to look into her eyes before he burst out in laughter. "Are you really dangling the carrot Daphne? You know I could fuck you in your common room right now if I wanted to and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it." he pulled away from her and shook his head. Far from deterred, Daphne switched gears "Potter, if you help me with this, you could add another mature woman to your collection."
He raised an eyebrow "Go on,"
"Malfoy's mother, you've never seen her but she is quite… fetching," Daphne hated complimenting people, especially women, but it was the truth. Draco's mother was stunning for any age, she was sure Harry would fall in love with her blonde hair and fantastic, perfectly wide hips and round shapely arse.
Harry cracked a smile, though Daphne wouldn't know until later that it involved much more than Malfoy's mum. "Tell you what Greengrass, you bring me a picture of her, if she's good enough, I'll do it no questions asked."
Their business finished, they went off in their different directions, Harry to Gryffindor tower and Daphne to the dungeons.
Harry threw his invisibility cloak over himself and began thinking about what Daphne had told him. If Malfoy's mum truly was a MILF, then he'd happily kill Draco for Daphne. Of course he'd have to find a way of keeping him alive long enough for him to witness Harry porking his mother.
Daphne had been badgering Harry about killing Malfoy almost since the moment he'd bonded her. Apparently, the Malfoy family had a marriage contract with the Greengrass family. Daphne, being the eldest child, was Draco's betrothed, to be married on her 18th birthday at the latest. So of course, when Harry took her, she saw her chance to get rid of the incompetent little shit. Unfortunately for her Harry had said no, or more accurately not right now. Harry enjoyed messing with Malfoy, one of his favorite hobbies these past three years had been making the Slytherin boy miserable without him suspecting Harry of any wrongdoing. Malfoy still carried the heavy scars from the Magical Creatures class when Harry caused a Hippogriff to maul Draco. That led to the groundskeeper Hagrid getting fired, but Harry didn't care much for the man anyway. He did feel sorry for the Hippogriff, sentenced to death, so he set it free on its execution date and let it escape, though he did have it rape Malfoy (who was under a paralysis spell and probably thought it was a nightmare) before he let it go.
Yes, Malfoy was fun to mess with, so Harry had promised Daphne he'd kill him whenever they were supposed to get married. Daphne had shown a surprising lack of patience in wanting it done now, but Harry later realized that it wasn't so much about Malfoy as it was about having him do something for her, making her feel like she had some power in the relationship.
So Harry would do as she said, he'd take care of Malfoy, confirmation of Mrs. Malfoy's hotness pending. But Daphne would pay a price.
Chapter 2Chapter TextThe first month of school had gone by with no surprises. October was ushered in unceremoniously as everyone seemed to just be spinning their wheels until the other schools arrived. Harry had already reviewed the fourth year coursework with his mother in the summer, so school was a breeze for him. He had so much free time he'd been able to fuck Lavender silly in almost every room in Hogwarts.
Daphne had come through with the pictures a week after their rendezvous, and Harry had to admit she had great tastes. Narcissa Malfoy was the picture of elegance, her Nordic features (platinum blonde hair, pale skin and sharp facial features) went well with her C-cup breasts and absolutely fantastic backside (the picture Daphne had given him was fully clothed, but he'd been able to coax it into giving him a show).
Harry was currently contemplating the best way to commit Malfoy's murder. He was sitting with his girls in the Room of Requirement, which had been revealed to him by one of the house elves the year before.
"How about you conjure a giant piano and drop it on his head?" Suggested a bored Lavender. She'd brought her homework with her, and even though she'd let two weeks worth of it back up until that point she had still finished before Harry and Daphne had formulated a plan.
"Premeditated murder isn't like one of your gossip circles " Daphne snapped "If you aren't going to take it seriously, don't speak at all."
Lavender stuck out her tongue "It's not like you guys would use my suggestions anyways."
"Because your suggestions would be a complete waste of our time. Why don't you go gossip about the tournament with your useless little friends?"
A light bulb lit up in Harry's head "That's a perfect Idea!" Daphne sent him a perplexed glance only for a second before she caught on.
Lavender looked between the two of them "What idea?"
Harry cracked a malicious smile "We'll enter Malfoy into the tournament, it should be easy enough to have him suffer an "accident" in one of the events."
Daphne stopped herself from asking whether Harry was capable of entering Malfoy in the tournament. She knew that if she asked something like that she'd get a hard slap across the face at the least.
"But, we don't even know how people enter. I'm sure Dumbledore will make it cheat proof." leave it to Brown to formulate the question in the perfect way so as to not arise Potter's anger. Daphne was sure Brown wasn't even aware of what she'd done, but it made Daphne boil up inside.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, I'll find a way around whatever Dumbledore sets up." Harry boasted with confidence. He could back it up as well; his mother was one of the greatest, most creative witches of her age, and she'd been teaching him all she knew. That along with his powers made him sure he could deal with anything the tournament organizers came up with.
"When are you going to begin preparing for the tournament Potter?" Daphne asked.
"I don't plan on being part of that circus." Harry looked at Daphne as if this should be obvious.
Daphne rolled her eyes "I know that, but do you really think you won't be entered anyways?"
Daphne's words really struck Harry. If he'd been planning on using this tournament for his own means, then it was certain Voldemort would do the same. He needed time to think about this.
"Leave me." he waved both girls off. Daphne left immediately but Lavender hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should say something, before she too left the room.
Harry thought it through for hours. It was near midnight when he finally worked something out. He had to let Voldemort enter him into the tournament, if he tried to foil whatever Voldemort attempted, the Dark Lord would simply come up with another plan, one that Harry couldn't anticipate. Of course, he didn't like the idea of being blind to what his enemies were plotting; Voldemort had to have an inside man at Hogwarts to be able to do anything, and Harry would need to sniff them out and be one step ahead of them at all times.
He just didn't know how.
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"Potter! Keep your head out of the clouds! Unless you wish to give your little girlfriend and yourself third degree burns."
Harry never did understand why Snape always used that inflection when talking about Harry's girlfriend. He was saying it as if it was something Harry should be embarrassed about, as if they were little children in a schoolyard who still thought girls had cooties. After everything his mother had told him about Snape, he knew the pathetic man had never felt the touch of a woman, and that he probably jerked off every night to Lily's image.
"Are you even listening Potter?" Snape snapped again. "Yes sir." Harry responded neutrally, making a show of stirring his and Lavender's cauldron. Snape sneered and would have tried to engage Harry in a verbal spar if there hadn't been a sudden eruption in the back of the room.
"Longbottom, you incompetent-"Harry tuned him out. After the first few weeks of Snape's class, Harry had learned to simply never react to anything the slimy git said. This frustrated Snape, who after three years and change still tried to get at Harry's throat as much as possible. Harry was actually quite good at potions. He was fantastic at everything, but he really had a natural talent for potion making. He knew he was capable of brewing any potion imaginable, and more than that, he had incredible intuition, knowing how the ingredients would interact and being able to improve on the original recipes. Of course, during Snape's class he simply did everything by the book, he wasn't about to show Snape (and by proxy Dumbledore) he was a prodigy at potions.
"Here you go Harry" Lavender handed him the Fluxweed that she had chopped, very sloppily he might add. Harry threw it in the cauldron and the concoction changed from green to the requisite blue.
It was fifteen minutes before everyone except Neville (and his poor partner Dean) were finished. Snape dismissed the class, and they exited to the sounds of the potions master berating poor Longbottom. Harry had to give the greasy git one thing, he had an affinity for biting insults. He was sure that if it wouldn't get him investigated Snape would come up with a wonderful crack about Neville's comatose parents.
...
They were walking up the stairway, heading for dinner. The other schools would be arriving in only two weeks, two week that seemed like forever to the students. Out of the corner of his eye Harry glimpsed Daphne, alone as always, heading away from the Great Hall. He knew she was headed to the Room of Requirement to practice some of the darker magic they'd stolen from the library.
"Have you found them yet?" Lavender asked him. Harry narrowed his eyes "You know we don't talk about that here Lavender." the girl pouted. She glanced around until she found Parvati, she headed over to her and the two began yapping away. Harry rolled his eyes, even if her gossip brought valuable information about the other students, he still found it annoying.
"Don't look so disappointed scarhead, she wouldn't be with you if she wasn't so stupid." Malfoy spoke from behind him. Harry turned around to face Draco and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, along with the little Slytherin whore Parkinson.
"Jealous Malfoy? I know you'd want an upgrade from that little bulldog of yours." he relished in Pansy's barely contained hurt at Harry's words. Malfoy glared at him "I'm not interested in catching diseases from your whore, Potter." the two dumb lugs behind Draco provided the necessary laugh for his comment.
Harry chuckled "Ever heard of glass houses Malfoy?" from the idiot's expression, he clearly hadn't "I'm surprised Parkinson even has time for you in between getting stuffed by every male in Slytherin."
Malfoy lunged at Harry. Crabbe and Goyle, in a surprising moment of intelligence, held their leader back from actually reaching Harry. Harry smirked and almost wished he didn't have to kill his little guinea pig. He turned around to head for the great hall, ignoring the rest of the students that were crowding around them in anticipation of a fight.
Suddenly he tensed, his senses, enhanced thanks to his elf heritage, felt a wave of movement from Malfoy. Knowing the git was reaching for his wand, Harry turned around and drew his own wand in one motion, a curse already forming on the tip of his tongue.
He didn't need to bother, a flash of light collided with Malfoy's back, and suddenly in Malfoy's place stood a ferret.
"Attacking while your opponent has his back turned, that's a cowardly move." Mad-Eye Moody flicked his wand up and down, moving the Malfoy ferret along with it. "Not surprising considering your parentage, Malfoy."
The entire hallway burst into laughter. Even Slytherin students were pointing at the bouncing ferret.
Moody raised his chin at Harry "Move along Potter, and remember to practice more vigilance next time you're facing an enemy."
Harry responded with a curt nod and turned to leave. Lavender pulled away from Parvati and followed Harry. She caught up with him, and was about to speak until she saw his sullen expression. Confused but knowing she shouldn't ask anything yet, she walked silently.
They walked down the twisting halls until Harry felt they were sufficiently apart from the other students. He grabbed Lavender by the arm and apparated them to the Room of Requirement.
They appeared in a dark chamber lit by small torches. It was an almost claustrophobic space, with Daphne sitting in the middle of the room with legs crossed, glowing runes carved out in a circle around her and a book that Harry immediately recognized on her lap. Daphne had her eyes closed and had an expression of pure concentration on her face.
"You messed one up." Harry said, noticing one of the runes was slightly shoddy.
Daphne's eyes burst open "What the hell are you doing here?"
Harry ignored the question, choosing to continue inspecting the rune circle with slight curiosity.
"What is this even for?" Lavender asked. She was pressed up against the wall, not wanting to go near the runes, which were no longer glowing as Daphne stood up and dusted off.
"It's the Ritual of Antromorous." Harry said in a scholarly tone, kneeling down to observe the runes that had been under Daphne. "It's a shortcut to becoming an animagus, with the advantage that you can select the animal you want to become, the only drawback being that some of that animals abilities seep through to your human form." This would not seem like much of a drawback, but the 'abilities' were not always positive. Like the wizard who became a leopard and gained the big cat's balance, only to realize that a bipedal, tail-less leopard was barely able to stand. "Of course, the runes need to be filled with said animal's blood." he looked up at Daphne from over his glasses.
"I was practicing." Daphne responded to his unasked question.
"It's very fortunate that you were." Harry said, glancing at another slightly mis-carved rune.
"Did you come here to criticize my work Potter?" Daphne asked sarcastically, though deep down she was embarrassed that he'd found fault in her work. She had a high opinion of her ability after all.
Harry walked up to Daphne and surprised her with a tender kiss on the mouth. "Not at all Daph, I'm actually proud of your work. In fact, as a birthday gift, why don't we all do the ritual?"
Daphne's birthday was October 27th, a few days before the other schools were slated to arrive. Lavender looked terrified at the idea of doing anything of the sort, but Daphne's eyes actually lit up. She jumped on Harry and the two shared a deep kiss. Daphne wrapped her legs around his waist and Harry gripped her ass with both hands for support.
Lavender cleared her throat. "Wasn't there a reason you came here Harry?"
Harry broke the kiss and raised an eyebrow. Lavender realized she'd made a mistake, even though she hadn't meant anything by what she'd said. Harry let go of Daphne "There was." He concentrated for a second and the room became much nicer. An open space resembling the Gryffindor common room with a small white loveseat for furniture.
Harry and Daphne sat down and Harry pulled down his fly, fishing inside and releasing his semi-hard prick.
"You know what to do." he told Lavender, who already knew how the punishment went. She kneeled down in front of Harry and slowly began pumping his cock, taking deep breaths to try to prepare herself for what would come. "No stalling!" Harry spat.
Knowing she'd pushed her luck as much as it would go, Lavender sank her head on Harry's cock, taking his entire length down her throat. Harry grabbed her head and held it down on his cock, pushing his hips forward to ensure he had as much of himself inside her as possible. Lavender's nose was bent against his pelvic bone, making it hard for the girl to breathe through her nose.
"What were you coming here for Potter?" Daphne asked casually. She loved it when the dumb bitch screwed up and Harry punished her, it helped to remind her that she would always be above the Gryffindor in the food chain.
"Moody is Voldemort's spy." he said in a serious tone. Lavender gave a gasp of surprised, which translated to a gagged vibration running through Harry's cock. The added pleasure made Harry put even more pressure on Lavender's head. He raised his hips off the couch so he could give small thrust down Lavender's throat without allowing her a good breath. Though she was getting dizzy due to lack of oxygen, Lavender wrapped her arms around Harry's ass, allowing him to go even deeper down her canal.
Daphne dipped one hand down under her skirt and began rubbing her pussy. "How did you come to that conclusion?" She asked.
"I've meet Moody before, he's crazy, but he wouldn't turn a Hogwarts student into a ferret "
Daphne's eyes widened, "Who did-"
Harry raised his hand, "Malfoy, but that is unimportant " Daphne tried to ignore the intense happiness Malfoy as a ferret brought her and continue listening to Harry, "He's trying to endear himself to me, which means he's most likely a Death Eater under polyju- ugh!" Harry groaned as it was finally too much, he shot his load directly into Lavender's stomach. Lavender's eyes were fluttering and her grip around Harry's ass had slackened at some point. Harry got a good look at how beautiful this scene was (he should really start taking pictures) before finally pulling out and allowing the girl to breathe.
Daphne had been contemplating Harry's polyjuice comment, "It makes sense, Moody always has a flask with him, so he can carry the potion in that and maintain his form." something else clicked in her head, "Snape had been complaining to Malfoy about someone stealing his potions supplies, he was blaming you for it"
Harry rolled his eyes, Snivellus was so predictable. Daphne's words confirmed his theory, now the problem was dealing with the situation. He watched lazily as Lavender was collapsed on the floor barely conscious, drool dripping onto the carpeted floor.
"I need a way to keep an eye on him at every hour of the day." Harry mused. Daphne stood up and moved Lavender so that she was facing up. She then squatted on top of the girl and mashed her pussy on her face. "If only I had someone with my elf powers." he kneeled down on the other side of the unconscious Lavender, stroking his cock as he pulled her panties down.
Daphne had found that while Lavender's mouth was unresponsive, rubbing her pussy against the girl's nose brought a surprising amount of pleasure. "You could… ah! Always just… get a house elf."
"You know, that's actually a good idea Daph." he couldn't believe he'd never thought of that. He raised Lavender's legs up to his shoulders and pushed himself inside her pussy. He had to admit, as much as he'd fucked her these past few years, Lavender's pussy was still perfect for him. Even with her being unconscious it gripped him in an incredible way. He started pumping away at her. "I'll steal one from the kitchens, there's so many there I doubt anyone at the castle keeps tabs on them."
Daphne shuddered as she reached her peak, cumming messily all over Lavender's face, with some of her juices going up the poor girl's nose. Harry felt Lavender stir as he continued pumping into her. The girl coughed, chocked and sneezed her way awake.
"Uhhhh" she groaned in disorientation. Harry's rhythm sped up, his hips pounding against hers harder and harder with each thrust. By the time she finally registered the feeling in her lower body, Harry was shooting his seed inside her warm twat.
Harry straightened out and pulled up his zipper. "Clean yourselves up, I'm heading for lunch." He cast a cleaning charm on himself to remove the smell of sex and popped away.
Lavender tried to stand up, but her legs were too weak. "God, I feel like I got hit by a truck." she rubbed her head and tried breathing through her nose "Something smells weird."
...
Later that night found Harry in the Gryffindor common room in one of the couches closest to the fireplace, working on his homework and waiting for it to clear out so he could head to the kitchens. Lavender had gone to sleep early, apparently their earlier session had taken a lot out of her.
"H-H-Harrry?" a tentative voice came from his right. Hermione Granger was standing meekly in front of him, her books hugged up against her chest.
"Yes?" Harry asked in slight irritation, not because he actually was irritated, but because he wanted to see Granger squirm.
Hermione's face was red, she was collecting all her courage to talk to Harry "Do you want to… do homework with me?" she blushed as if she was asking Harry out on a date.
"I guess."
Hermione tried not to seem too giddy as she shuffled over to move the other couch next to Harry's. She set all her books and parchment on the small circular table between them. "Did you do the Arithmancy essay yet?" she asked with a little more confidence now that she was in her comfort zone. Harry shook his head and pulled out an empty piece of parchment. Opening his Arythmancy book, he glanced at Hermione and moved the book to the middle of the table.
"Why don't we share the book?" Harry asked with a gentle smile. He could see Hermione practically glowing from the positive attention and he had to hold back a laugh at how easy she was to manipulate. "That would be wonderful Harry."
They began working in silence. Every few minutes the two would debate a small point of some topic or the other, something that Hermione clearly enjoyed.
Hermione had been one of Harry's projects. The moment he met her on the train, he knew she had a lot of intellectual potential, though her personality rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. Like Daphne, Hermione was a girl with no friends, but while Daphne had no friends because she wanted it that way, Hermione was simply terrible at making them. Her bossy personality and love for authority figures did not endear her to anyone. Harry left her alone at the start of first year, not really interested in becoming friends with the bushy haired bucktooth girl.
Then he saved her from that troll, and suddenly Hermione's demeanor toward him changed. While she was still the same annoying person to everyone else, she held a reverence for the boy who saved her. If Harry had wanted he could have probably become friends with her right then, but he didn't need the girl alienating everyone else he'd need to cultivate his image. On the other hand, Harry knew she had a lot of potential, and having such an intelligent witch on his side would be a definite plus.
He'd talk to Hermione, he was the only person in the school who was nice to her, but he'd never hang out with her, he'd treat her like something he pitied. Over the past three years, it had transformed the boisterous talkative girl into a meek little kitten, at least whenever she was around him. It helped that Harry was the only person that did better than her in class, instilling some respect and admiration. The fact that no one else in school even talked to her helped reinforce Harry as her hero.
Harry had refrained from going any further than that for two reasons, he didn't know if the girls intelligence was actually that great or if she was just smart for a little kid, and he didn't know if she'd grow up to be attractive. She had answered his first question already, the work she'd been doing so far this year was stunning, some of it surprising even Harry himself. Not just that, but it was clear her investigative abilities were better than the average wizard, she had been the one to discover the Philosopher's Stone was being stored in Hogwarts after all.
A sudden plan was forming in Harry's head, something that would kill two birds with one stone. Taking a sidelong glance at Hermione, he inspected her appearance. The frizzy hair and the teeth could be fixed, she had a good enough face and her tits were promising. Besides, he'd seen her mother when getting on the platform once, if she was any indicator Hermione would grow to be gorgeous.
"Hermione"
"What is it Harry?"
Harry inched his face dangerously close to hers, encroaching on her personal space. Smirking at her blush, Harry brought his hand up to stroke her cheek. "Meet me tomorrow after dinner, 7th floor, in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy." He pulled back and continued working on his homework as if nothing had happened. Hermione was stunned, this felt like a dream, was Harry finally going to dump that airhead? Had he finally noticed his intellectual equal as something more than a friend?
The next day…
"I still don't understand why we can't do this on my birthday." Daphne complained, she and Harry had just finished carving out the runes for the ritual, with Lavender off to the side watching them.
"The timeline has moved up, besides, I didn't peg you as someone that celebrates their birthday." He glanced down at his wristwatch "Now let's get on with it, Granger will be here soon "
"I can't believe you're bringing Granger in." Lavender was not happy at the idea of having the bookworm be part of their group.
"Think of it this way Lav, you'll have a toy that you'll finally be able to dominate." This brightened the girl up considerably. When Harry had brought in Daphne she had thought she'd be able to make the girl her bitch, after the first trip to the hospital wing she never tried to assert her dominance again.
"Who's going first?" Harry waved his wand and four cages materialized. After asking the two girls their preferences, he'd gone off that morning and visited the London zoo, coming back with the three specimens in front of them now. A fox for Lavender (surprisingly sensible, he'd thought she'd pick a rabbit), a snake for Daphne (what a shocker), a hawk for himself and Hermione's special little cage.
It was actually Lavender who volunteered, wanting to get it over with. "I'll do it, just… I don't have to kill the fox myself do I?"
Harry shook his head "Just close your eyes…"
...
Hermione had been standing in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy for about five minutes, not too long to suspect Harry had stood her up, but she didn't feel right. She was next to a door she swore she'd never seen there before. She knew all the mysteries of the castle thanks to having read Hogwarts, A History multiple times, and while there were many moving staircases she had never read anything about moving doors.
It had been an error on her part to not ask Harry for a specific time. 'After dinner' was extremely vague, after dinner could technically mean five hours after dinner! She should have confirmed a time like 7:00, or 7:05 (the extra five minutes helped everyone get there on time, that's what her father had said when talking about how he scheduled appointments).
A couple of 1st year Gryffindors passed by her, neither of them even raised their head to look at her. They were just scared of the older year, right? Or had her reputation spread to the point where even first years knew not to talk to her? Gods, she'd hoped it would end when she left elementary school, but it turned out both wizard and muggle children felt the same about her. Harry… he was the only one that cared about her.
She jumped when the door next to her creaked open in a manner that reminded her of the horror movies she'd seen as a kid.
Harry popped his head out of the door. He offered Hermione a friendly smile. "Come on in, Hermione."
"What happened to your glasses Harry?" she asked, it was weird seeing him without his glasses, but she had to admit he looked even better than before.
"I don't need them anymore." he didn't elaborate, simply slinking back into the room. Hermione followed with only slight hesitation.
The room was beautiful, a tastefully decorated, comfortable looking room with an earthy theme. It reminded her of the waiting room in her father's office a little. There was a soft brown couch in front of a muggle painting of a placid stream in a lush green forest.
Harry sat down on the couch and Hermione followed. There was a small footrest in front of her, she glanced at Harry for permission and set her feet down on it when he gave it.
"I'd never seen this room before." She said in fascination. Harry put his arm around her shoulder and Hermione blushed a deep red, there was no doubt about it, her dreams were becoming a reality.
"It's called the room of requirement, it transforms into anything you want." To illustrate his point, Harry had a thought and a bookcase materialized out of nothing in front of them. Hermione gasped "That's… fascinating! The kind of magic needed to put something like this together must be incredibly complex." The first thing she was doing when she got out of there was ask professor Dumbledore for permission to study it. Maybe he'd have her and Harry be apprentices to one of the professors (Flitwick?) and they'd discover all of the room's magical secrets. That would look great as an extracurricular on her NEWTS.
Hermione attempted to change something, the footstool was a bit uncomfortable and she wanted to make it a softer. She tried concentrating as much as she could, but no matter how hard she tried, the stool stayed the same.
Realizing what she was doing, Harry spoke "Hermione, I bet you're wondering why I brought you here."
The girl looked at him with a weird look on her face "I know Harry, you're here to tell me I'm the one you love and that you're leaving Lavender for me."
Wow, get her comfortable and she turns right into her superior self. Harry smiled at her and didn't offer a word, instead claiming her lips with his.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock, she didn't know what to do with herself. She just let Harry kiss her, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and she reciprocated hesitantly. Harry ran his hand through her frizzy head of hair.
Harry brought his hands to grab her ass through her school uniform, eliciting a squeak from her. He began grinding onto her, his cock hardening in anticipation.
"What's that?" Hermione asked curiously, feeling Harry's meat against her crotch. Harry raised an eyebrow "You're the smartest girl in school yet you know nothing about anatomy?" hermione blushed mightily "I'm just kidding Mione." Harry added hastily, with the girl's emotional fragility, he had to be careful with sarcasm. "So, that's your… your..."
"Penis " Harry offered. Hermione blushed even redder and looked down between them at were their clothed crotches were joined. With childlike curiosity, she reached down and dipped her hand down into Harry's pants. Harry gasped in slight surprise at her initiative and she put her hand over his meat.
"It's so… hard."
"You know, If you stroke it I'm sure it'll get a lot harder." Hermione followed his instruction and began stroking him in his pants with her soft hands. "Wow! It really does get harder!" she exclaimed as his prick grew to its full length. Harry hiked up her skirt, moving his right hand under her panties and into her virginally tight pussy.
"Ooooohhh." Hermione moaned when Harry's finger entered her. She'd masturbated to the image of Harry almost every night, for him to be doing this to her it was almost like something out of a dream. The two Gryffindor's played with each other's privates, sharing a sloppy kiss.
He turned them over so that he was on top. After a few more seconds of playing, Harry removed her hand from his crotch and stood up from the couch.
"Did I do something wrong?" Hermione asked fearfully, hoping she hadn't messed up her fantasy. Harry smiled at her and shook his head. He pulled down his zipper, fishing his cock from his boxers and pulling it out.
Hermione stared wide-eyed at the first penis she'd ever seen, she couldn't believe how big it was. Harry's dick was bobbing in front of her face; she raised her eyes to look at Harry and he gave her an encouraging nod. Hermione gulped, she didn't know if she was ready for this. She'd never even kissed a boy before today, and now Harry wanted her to suck his… penis?
"It's ok Mione, you don't have to do it if you're not ready." Harry said, knowing just how the girl would react.
"No! I didn't say that Harry I just… I don't know If I'll be good at it." Hermione didn't want to disappoint Harry. She knew that Lavender had probably done this with Harry. If she wasn't able to do what Lavender did Harry would think her a prude and leave her.
"Mione, if it's you doing it I know it'll be great." Harry wanted to punch himself for how sappy that was, but he knew he had to do it if he wanted to get Hermione to swallow some cum.
Hermione stared at Harry's cock as if fearing it would lash out and strike her. After a moment's hesitation, she tentatively poked her tongue out and made contact with the tip. She left her tongue like that for a few seconds, and when it didn't suddenly burst into flames she began meekly lapping at Harry's head.
Harry decided he'd need to use some artificial aphrodisiac. He willed some of his magic onto his cock, which began exuding a mild scent that would worm its way into Hermione's sub-conscious.
Sure enough, Harry felt Hermione sniff the air and suddenly she took his entire head inside her mouth. Harry threw his head back as the fourth year swirled her tongue around his cockhead, making up with enthusiasm what she lacked in experience. Harry grabbed her by her hair and guided her head forward to gobble up more of his cock. He began to pump as gently as he could, fucking her mouth without going in too deep. Hermione let him dominate her, simply waving her tongue inside her mouth to cover as much of him as she came in contact with.
Harry stroked her honey colored locks as he began to take more liberties, thrusting harder into Hermione. Hermione gagged when Harry's cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes began to get watery as Harry abused her but she didn't protest, she didn't want Harry to think she wasn't ready.
Harry's cock slid violently in and out of Hermione's throat, he pulled completely out for a second, a stream of saliva leaking out as took a few heavy breaths. Harry allowed her to get some oxygen before shoving his cock home, pushing his entire length inside her until her nose was smudged against his pubic bone. Hermione's eye's stared up at him pleadingly, whether it was for his approval or for him to stop Harry didn't know. Finally Harry felt her throat convulsing around him and her face turning red and he pulled his cock out of her.
"Gahhhhh!" Hermione Dry heaved, her eyes filled with tears. Harry jerked himself, his dick slick with her slobber. "You did good Mione, Lavender was never able to do that." Harry lied. Hermione's head shot up and gave him a winning smile, as if he'd told her she was the most beautiful girl in the world. With renewed confidence, and still coughing from Harry's abuse of her throat, Hermione took his cock from his hands and took it into her mouth and began bobbing her head. Finally feeling himself coming close, Harry held her head in place as his cock pulsed, shooting wads of his sticky seed into her unsuspecting mouth.
Hermione hadn't expected Harry to shoot sperm into her mouth, but she quickly accepted it and decided she needed to swallow. It actually tasted quite nice…
Harry unloaded so much in her that she couldn't swallow it all, some ended up leaking out. Harry finished shooting inside her mouth, relishing in seeing her throat expand to take his juice down into her stomach where it belonged. He pulled his limp cock out of her mouth and Hermione immediately began scooping the cum from around her face and licking it off her fingers.
Harry bent over and gave her a searing kiss, not bothered by tasting himself in her mouth. They broke off the kiss, Harry put his hands around Hermione's waist and Harry rubbed his face against her hair. While he'd been contemplating forcing her to get it straightened, he decided against it. He'd have many women, all of them with perfect silky hair, having one with rough bushy hair would mix things up. He was already fantasizing about blowing multiple loads on that tangled mess.
"Mione, I have something for you." Harry wanted to get this over with so he could stop calling the stupid cunt 'Mione'. He pulled them back a few feet and took his wand out of his pocket. A wave of the stick and the footstool was revealed to be a cage with a tarp over it.
Hermione gasped in horror "Is that a house elf?!"
"It's a dead house elf." Harry corrected her.
"Why would you kill a house elf?" she had a wild look in her eyes. Harry's cum had already worked its magic, she was too devoted to him to have any negative feelings towards him, but she still felt extreme horror that in her right mind she would have realized was from being trapped in a room with a psychopath.
Suddenly the room shifted, gone was the nice little lounge that looked and smelled like the waiting room in a psychiatric practice, now it was a small, dark, claustrophobic nightmare with strange runes carved all over the place.
Hermione shrieked, she screamed louder than she'd screamed that day with the troll. She just hoped Harry would make it better.