Chapter 15: Plan B?Chapter TextChapter 14: Plan B?
Pansy stared back at the smirking teen with a whirl of emotions gripping her cold heart. There was fear at being caught, the uncertainty of Potter's next actions slowly shifting that to terror with each passing second. Anger too- Anger at Draco for dragging her into this mess, anger at Potter for looking so goddamned smug, and anger at herself for agreeing to this whole cockamamie scheme to begin with!
Yet even with those two primal emotions fighting for control of her psyche, Pansy couldn't help but notice the small trill of…curiosity. Curiosity of just what exactly Potter's end goal here was. Surely the Gryffindor Golden Boy would simply just turn her in, right? Not loom over her almost expectantly with that oh-so-grating lopsided smirk of his…
He wanted something.
The realisation irked Pansy almost as much as Draco's inept plan. Where the fuck does this snivelling half-blood get off demanding something of her?! HER?! She was Pansy Fucking Parkinson! Some upstart male doesn't have the right to question her, much less demand something! Well, if Potter thinks she was just going to roll over and give him whatever he wants, then he has another bloody thing coming!
It is to be noted that if Pansy had taken a moment to simply calm her panic and think rationally for more than a handful of seconds, she would realise that- no, Harry did not, in fact, want anything from her aside from the package and the details of Draco's plan. If she had thought it through and given these items over willingly, Harry would have been more than happy to let her go free.
As it was… that is the complete opposite of what Pansy decided to do.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Potter?! Sneaking up on a girl like that this late in the evening?! I had the right to hex your fucking balls off, you know!"
Across from her, Potter snorted and leaned against the stone wall with his arms crossed. "Please, Parkinson, we both know that with your wand work, you'd be lucky to hit the fucking wall, much less my dick."
Pansy sneered at the smug raven-haired wizard, her anger only growing with the small bit of snark in his voice. "Oh yes, you're right! I doubt anyone could hit such a dreadfully small target anyhow!"
The barb did not have the intended effects. Frustratingly, instead of scowling and raising his temper from the hit to his ego, Potter just snorted again with a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"Such venom, Parkinson. I can't help but notice, though, that you only ever become even more of an insufferable bitch when you're hiding something."
Pansy pursed her lips, her heart pounding faster at his hidden accusation. "Please, Potter—What would I have to hide from you of all people?"
Instead of answering, Potter simply raised a brow and snapped his fingers. Pansy gasped as the thin package behind her suddenly shot across the small room, nearly taking her head off in the process before it settled gently in Potter's outstretched hand. The emerald-eyed teen whistled lowly as he examined the package.
"I'm no enchanter, but even I can tell the compulsions surrounding this aren't pretty. But that's not all, is there?" Before she could stop him, Potter snapped his fingers again. Without warning, the package burst open, the thick parchment binding it shredded into pieces before falling away to reveal an extravagant silver necklace. Even from where Pansy stood, she could practically feel the dark magic oozing from the gleaming silver chain. Whatever curse was embedded within the necklace was extremely volatile; that much was obvious at least.
Across from her, Potter's brow was furrowed with a look of concentration as he muttered under his breath. Before her eyes, Pansy watched as the necklace glowed a sickly purple. The dark and twisted aura flashed once, slowly fading away to nothingness. Potter hummed to himself, seeming to confirm something in his mind before glancing her way.
"This is some pretty nasty stuff, Parkinson. The curses coating this are dark enough to see whoever cast them thrown into Azkaban for the next few decades at least." The necklace floating in the air between them moved again, and the remains of the parchment that wrapped it transformed–twisting and morphing into a solid wooden box before it opened wide and sucked the cursed piece of jewellery inside. "And you were planning on sneaking this into one of my friend's bags." Potter's gaze on her hardened, turning dark with a glint of what Pansy could only describe as a wave of fiery anger. He took a step towards her. Pansy felt her body move, stepping back instinctively. Slowly, Potter stalked forward, driving Pansy further and further back until she bumped against the cold stone wall. Potter's march was not impeded, however, and soon enough, he was mere inches away from her, his tall, dark form looming over her while his bright green orbs burned with indignant fury.
"You have one chance, Parkinson," he growled, the sound coming out as barely a whisper as he leered over her. "Tell me why Draco wanted you to plant this on Katie."
"I–I don't–"
"Don't even think about trying to lie your way out of this one," Potter interrupted. Pansy flinched at the sheer fire in his voice. Her heart thumped rapidly against her ribcage, fear running rampant through her body with this dark-haired wizard towering over her. Fear…and something else. Something she couldn't quite identify. "Answer me, Pansy."
At the sounds of his growl, Pansy was broken from her musings. "I don't know! R–Really! Draco just wanted me to slip it into Bell's bag. I have no clue why!"
Perhaps it was the waver in her voice or the way her eyes avoided the fiery green ones before her, or perhaps it was just sheer intuition, but for some reason, Potter did not accept that answer.
Pansy cried out in surprise when a hand clasped roughly against her chin and forced her eyes up to meet Potter's intense scowl. "Draco may not have told you the specifics, but you at least have an idea of what his end goal is." Pansy hurriedly shook her head, his grip on her chin barely allowing her to do so. "You do ," Potter seethed. "Stop lying and just tell me, Parkinson. Tell me, and all this can go away," he finished.
Pansy's mind was a whirlwind of panic. What was she going to do?! What could she do? Potter had her right where he wanted her. There was no lying her way out of this one; she was caught red-handed for Merlin's sake! Either she kept her mouth shut and went down with Draco, or she told Potter everything and escaped punishment only to lose her chance at becoming Lady Malfoy! It was unfair! She shouldn't have to make a choice like that! But what other choice did she have?!
A whisper in the back of her mind had her eyes trailing down from Potter's furious green ones to a more…sensitive location.
Well…there was always THAT . But did she dare? Potter was just like any other bloke, so there was no way he could resist her. But what if Draco found out? He'd understand, wouldn't he? I mean, she had to do it! To keep his mission safe! Plus, it wouldn't be like Pansy would enjoy it. Potter was a half-blood after all. He wouldn't have a clue how to treat a proper pureblood woman like her! He'd probably cum in his boxers at the first sight of her tits!
All she needed to do was flash a bit of skin, and she'd be home free! And it wasn't like she had to tell Draco. Nope! She just had to ensure Potter was thrown off his trail long enough for her betrothed to come up with another scheme. The necklace one was shot obviously, but they could think of a new one! Together!
Her mind made up, Pansy schooled her features into one of the many looks her mother made her master when practising to seduce her future husband. Her eyes hooded with a smoky allure- mouth upturned in the slightest of coy smiles, Pansy brought a hand up to graze gently along Potter's chest.
"So tense, Potter," she tsked. "Why don't we just relax for a bit, and perhaps find…another way to resolve this little hiccup between us?" she cooed, trailing her fingers down his chest and across his abdomen. The firm muscles underneath his clothes were a delightful if confusing surprise, but they were unimportant. She just needed him to cool down enough for her seductions to work.
Lower her hand went, nearly reaching his belt when it happened. Faster than she could even blink, her wrist was caught in a tight grasp, and the grip on her chin tightened even further, her cheeks now squished together so hard she could barely open her lips to speak.
" What– " Potter seethed. " Do you think you're doing?"
Pansy grunted against his hold, shaking her head back and forth enough to loosen his grip on her face. "Let go of me!" She hissed.
"Was that your plan? What, to maybe flash your tits my way!? Suck my cock if need be and hope I'd let you go?!" Potter laughed, the sound sharp and cutting as he held firm against her thrashing. "You really are fucking pathetic Parkinson. But–" He began, releasing his hold on her without warning. Not expecting the sudden freedom, Pansy found herself stumbling to the ground with a small squeak of surprise. "I'll make you a wager."
With a flick of his wand, a small hourglass appeared on the table behind her. The sand inside instantly began to filter through to the bottom- the timer had already begun.
"You have until that hourglass runs out to suck my cock. If you can make me cum before then, I'll let you go. If not, then we'll both be taking a trip to McGonagall's office." He explained his former scowl now an infuriating smug smirk.
Pansy leaned back with a look as if she'd been struck. "What?! Are you fucking mental Potter?! I'm not doing that!"
"Please—You were so eager not ten seconds ago Parkinson, so don't act all affronted now," Potter scoffed.
"I–" What could she say? He was right. Perhaps she was hoping it didn't come to that, but she had been preparing herself to blow him if need be to get out of this situation.
"Time's running out Parkinson," Potter chimed.
Pansy took a breath, looking from the timer to Potter, then back again. Sighing, Pansy made her choice. Morgana did she hope Draco never found out about this…
With a flourish, the scowling witch shucked off her top, letting her bra-clad breasts bounce free from their former confines. She was by no means the most well-endowed girl in her year. Bones held that title by a mile. But she was curvy in her own right. With large grapefruit-sized tits, she held a bust that had many a boy in her year drooling at the barest sight of cleavage. With another flourish, her black lace bra fell away as well, revealing her round, perky mammaries to Potter.
The wizard before her chuckled darkly as his emerald eyes eagerly took in the sight of her jutting tits. "I remember saying flashing your tits wasn't gonna cut it Parkinson. If that's all you're going to do I should just end things right here and call for McGonagall."
The topless girl scowled, all previous apprehension forgotten. Growling, Pansy shuffled forward on her knees, grumbling to herself as she hastily grabbed the front of Potter's jeans. The belt was thrown away easily, the clasp of his pants undone just as quickly before, with a yank, she pulled his trousers down.
Her eyes just barely began to widen in surprise before–
'SMACK!'
–Something thick and meaty slapped against her face.
Staring in wonderment, she took in the sight of his thick meaty cock. Pansy had never seen anything like it. Draco's wasn't even half this size the few times she gave her betrothed a handjob, and the bloody cock before her was still growing!
A dark chuckle broke her from her musings. "What were you saying about my cock earlier Parkinson? That it was a 'dreadfully small target'?"
Pansy didn't deign him with a response. Instead, she huffed to herself and turned her attention back to the cock hanging inches from her face.
'So he's got a big cock. Who cares? He'll probably still cum in under a minute…' She told herself internally, though, in truth, part of her didn't believe her own words.
Tentatively, the witch reached up with one hand and grabbed hold of the lengthy member. She inspected it with a hint of wonder, eyeing the engorged head and purple veins running down the length. Giving it a few test strokes, she watched in rapt attention at the way the taut skin rippled from her caresses.
From above her Potter groaned with impatience. "Merlin Parkinson! If you keep this up I'll have died of old age before you make me cum, much less before the timer ends!"
"Oh will you just shut it?!" Pansy bit back with no small amount of annoyance.
Taking another breath, the brunette witch leaned forward and wrapped her plump, pouty lips around the tip of his cock. She only hesitated a moment, the small spike of arousal that ran through her body from having Potter's cock in her mouth surprised her enough to falter her movements. Soon enough, though, she began, dutifully swirling her tongue around his cock head as she took him ever so deeper into her mouth. Inch by inch, she teasingly took more of him in, using all of her mother's instructions over the years to ensure this would be a very short blowjob.
From staring up at him with hooded lust-filled eyes to using one of her hands to massage his bloated balls, Pansy did everything she could to force Potter to spill his seed. By now, her mouth was moving at a steady pace, bobbing up and down his engorged length fast enough that saliva was dripping steadily down onto her bare breasts. Yet even despite her best efforts, Potter's face remained stoically impassive. He had yet to even make a single bloody noise of affirmation much less hint that he was close to cumming! It didn't make sense! Pansy may not be the most experienced at sex among the Hogwarts populace, but she at least knew she gave bloody fantastic blowjobs! The few times Draco allowed her to give him one always ended in just moments of having her tongue on his cock, surely that meant she was the epitome of oral skill.
Yet Potter was no closer to cumming than he had been before she started swallowing his meaty length. It was…frustratingly addictive! With every bob of her head, Pansy found her body reacting more and more to the cock in her mouth. Her nipples were stiff and hard, her pussy throbbed with a desperate passion, and worse yet—she soon found herself moaning around Potter's cock like some common cock-drunk whore!
"Enjoying yourself Parkinson?" Potter's voice broke through her trance. Looking up at him, Pansy glared his way but said nothing, endeavouring not to give Potter any more ammunition than he already had. Instead, she resolved herself to keep her mouth moving, suckingly audibly on his length while he smirked down at her from above. "Not much time left now. You better really up the ante if you want to win our little wager."
'Oh, I'll fucking up the ante you wanker!' Pansy growled internally.
Pansy closed her eyes and braced herself before sinking further down his length. It felt like an eternity as inch by inch of his massive meat slid into her mouth before suddenly his tip hit the back of her throat. She fought down the urge to gag, having enough practice over the years to control her spasming throat. Opening her eyes and ignoring the rest of his length she hadn't been able to swallow, she started bobbing her head back and forth viciously. Her tongue wriggled wildly upon the underside of his cock, making sure to sweep along the sensitive glans located on his base. Drool dripped down the corners of her mouth from the intensity of her movements, splashing upon her swinging breasts. He still had yet to even make a single noise, simply staring down at her with that smug expression of his that made her want to claw his bloody eyes out.
Throwing caution to the wind, she grabbed onto his thighs for support before slamming herself upon the rest of his cock. The large member forced itself down her throat, way farther than any other had before. Her mind blanked at the feeling before she felt the absence of air. Her throat spasmed wildly in panic, causing the girl to shoot off the dick. Her chest heaved, breathing in gulps of air in between coughs.
In the background, the shrill sound of the magical hourglass running out chimed throughout the small room. Pansy heaved the last of her coughs, looking back forlornly at the empty hourglass in defeat. Potter's cock was still standing, stiff and proud before her while she was soaked from chin to tits in spit and tears. Mascara trailed down her cheeks, and no doubt her short brunette hair was a mess. She lost.
"Awe don't look so glum Parkinson. You gave it a good effort," Potter chuckled, moving to pull his trousers back up. "I'll give you some time to get cleaned up before we go to McGonagall."
Pansy found her mouth moving before she could stop it. "Wait." She said stiffly.
Potter paused, his brow raising with intrigue as he studied her kneeling form.
Pansy glared venomously his way, her heart filled with steely resolve as she stared him down. This wasn't about getting out of trouble anymore. Potter had made it personal; this was now about proving a point.
"Double or nothing. I win—You let me go and don't mention my part in this at all. You win and I'll not only go with you to McGonagall, but I'll also tell her everything I know about Draco's plan."
Potter hummed to himself, curiosity dancing in his eyes. "Hmm, what are the terms?"
Pansy nodded to the table at the far end of the room. "We fuck. Whoever cums first loses."
It was the perfect deal. She knew from her one time having sex with Draco that all blokes spilt just from putting the tip inside her velvety cunt. Potter would be no different…right?
Potter's face broke out into a wide smirk as he laughed. "You really are a conniving slut, Parkinson! Deal."
Pansy yelped as she was suddenly hauled to her feet by an unseen force. That same force wrenched her back, bringing her to a stop in front of the table. She had but a second to prepare herself before Harry appeared before her. One hand flashed up, grabbing her neck roughly while the other pushed her legs apart and knickers aside with one sweep. Before she knew it, Pansy was on her back against the table, one of Potter's hands clasped around her throat, cutting off her airway while the other was pushing two fingers deep inside her sweltering snatch.
The hand on her throat suppressed her moan of delight as Potter pushed his fingers deeper inside her wet pussy. She couldn't fight off the delightful sensations emanating from her core. Part of her couldn't help but wait in excitement for the thick cock that would soon be stretching her walls apart.
She didn't have to wait long, however, as Potter's fingers suddenly pulled out of her slickened heat and were soon replaced by a large, thick pole pushing past her lower lips.
It was unlike anything else she'd felt before. His cock was stretching her to unbelievable lengths. Her inner walls flexed hard, trying to pull him in deeper.
"Fuuuuucccccckkkk!" She moaned out, stars appearing in her vision just from the first penetration. Soon enough he was hilted entirely inside of her, his tip pressing hard into her cervix. She had never felt so full before and it was driving her wild. She felt him pause within her, a small chuckle breaking through her reverie as his grasp on her throat slackened.
"Merlin you're fucking tight Parkinson!" He groaned. His hand moved down, clasping tightly around one of her tits while the other moved down to thumb her swollen clit.
Pansy gasped lousy as he began to move, slowly pulling his cock out all the way to the tip before-
'SCHLAP!'
With a wet clap of flesh, Pansy's world exploded!
The stars in her vision from earlier grew in intensity, shining bright behind her closed eyelids as her pussy was pounded by Potter's beast of a cock.
This wasn't supposed to happen! He was supposed to cum after putting the first few inches in! That's what happened with Draco…but he wasn't Draco now was he? This entire time Pansy had been comparing Potter to her betrothed, expecting him to be exactly like Draco every step of the way. But Harry had already proven time and time again by now that he was most certainly not like Draco.
That point was driven home as a feeling that Pansy only ever experienced with her special toys hidden within her trunk began to build rapidly in her loins.
"O-o-ohhhhh fuuuuccccckkkk!" She cried. Her sudden orgasm wracked her body, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. Juices gushed out of her pussy, coating the thrusting Potter's abdomen. He refused to relent, though. Potter's hips smashed ever harder against hers. His thumb moved rapidly, massaging her clit with frantic movements while Pansy screamed in absolute delight. She could feel her inner walls clamp desperately around him as she continued cumming, her pussy convulsing in frantic euphoria with every wet slap of his balls against her arse.
"Looks like I win Parkinson." Potter huffed above her, his hips never flattering as he continued to fuck me.
Pansy could only moan in response. Yeah, he won, so what? She could hardly find the effort to care in that moment. Her mind was too far gone and an animalistic hunger for Potter's cock had long taken over. She wanted more. She needed more.
Legs wrapping tightly around his hips, Pansy drew him deeper inside her, pulling him down with her arms for their foreheads to meet in the middle.
"Sh–Shut up and fuck me P–Potter!" She growled, ending her words by smashing her lips against his.
She was in heaven, pure and joyful heaven. The pure ecstasy running through her nerves right now was unlike anything she'd felt. As Potter slammed into her gushing cunt with renewed gusto, Pansy could only howl in delight while her mind chanted in obsessive approval. With each orgasm, the wild convulsions caused her pussy walls to tighten harder around him and Pansy's mind drew ever closer to unconsciousness.
It was between the loud squelches of their rabid fucking that it happened. As Pansy's whorish wails and slutty cries for more and harder and faster echoed off the walls, Potter suddenly slammed forward, stilling within her with a shaky breath. The sensation of something warm splashing against her inner walls signalled what happened. The brunette couldn't help but shiver in a small shock of delight as Potter filled her aching womb with his cum. With every pulse of his cock she couldn't help but note that he was cumming way more than Draco as well. Just another of the million small comparisons that she found herself making this night.
As Potter's cock pulsed the final time inside her, she hummed in satisfaction. Moreso when he pulled free from her folds and she felt as his cum instantly began to leak from her used cunt.
"I'm gonna need a minute before we go anywhere." Pansy groaned, sitting up as her legs trembled from her multitude of orgasms.
Potter chuckled and helped her up, surprising her by pulling her body close against his with his still-hardened cock trapped between them. "How about we go triple or nothing hmm?"
Pansy's moan of response as one of his hands snaked between her legs and onto her clit was her answer. Soon enough the room was filled with even more cries of pleasure as Harry drilled into her from behind. Bent over the table, Pansy could only bury her face into her hands and prepare herself for a long night.
The door to the 6th Year Slytherin Girls' dormitory creaked open. This time of night, most of its inhabitants were long asleep by now, all except for one.
Daphne looked up from her nearly finished essay with a furrowed brow. Her frown only deepened as Pansy limped quietly inside the room, her clothes ruffled and hair an absolute mess. Peering closer, Daphne could just barely make out the trails of mascara and smeared lipstick that stained the brunette's face in the dim light of their dorm.
"Late night?" Daphne asked as Pansy continued to limp inside.
The brunette huffed, throwing her bag across her bed. "You could say that." Pansy replied hoarsely, continuing her way towards their shared bathroom.
Daphne hummed to herself as the door closed behind the limping girl. That was odd, but not the first time one of her roommates came back late with the telltale sign of being thoroughly fucked. It was just the first time she's seen Pansy of all people make the walk of shame. Daphne could only wonder who the mysterious bloke was to have the brunette limping that bad. It certainly wasn't Draco after all…
Before she could turn her attention back to her essay, however, the bathroom door suddenly opened once more and Pansy's head poked out.
"You're meeting with Potter tomorrow night, right?" The girl asked.
Now even more confused, Daphne put her essay away and nodded slowly. "I am… why?"
Instead of answering Pansy snorted and shook her head. "Bring a pepper-up potion… maybe two just to be safe. You're gonna fucking need 'em."
Before Daphne could reply the bathroom door closed once more and Pansy was gone. A muffled cry from within was the only response she received from the girl for the rest of the night.
"Seriously?! I told him not to get his fucking cum in my hair!
Chapter 16: Breaking The IceChapter TextChapter 15: Breaking The Ice
"So Pansy had some interesting things to say about you last night."
Harry looked up from where he was absentmindedly thumbing through one of the few old tomes he 'borrowed' from the Restricted Section the night before
"Is that right?" He asked, looking towards the blonde. "Parkinson has had a great many things to say about me over the years, none of them very interesting though."
Daphne hummed in agreement as she inhaled a lungful of nicotine-filled smoke. Harry watched the way the blonde's pouty pink-glossed lips wrapped sinfully around the butt of the cigarette with no small amount of fascination. If she noticed the way he was staring towards he, she made no comment about it, instead simply exhaling the smoke through her nose with a sigh.
"True, most of what she says is white noise at best, though I did find her words last night of a particular intrigue." Daphne said, her crystal blue eyes shifting towards him with a glint of amusement.
From where the blonde stood, leaning over the balcony in their little hidden meeting place- her silvery blonde hair framed in the setting sunlight as it crested over the mountains with just a hint of a breeze blowing through the shining locks, gave her an almost ethereal look, one Harry couldn't help but silently marvel at as she glanced back his way with a ghost of a knowing smirk on her lips.
"And what exactly was it she said that piqued your interest?" he asked, doing his best to turn his attention back to the dusty tome in front of him instead of staring at the celestial beauty in front of him.
Daphne turned back to staring out over the sprawling grounds of Hogwarts as she took another drag of her cigarette. "She seemed to be under the impression that I would be in dire need of a pepper-up potion or two for our little meeting. Of course, this was after she all but limped her way into our dorm, looking quite the mess." Turning to him, the blonde vanished the remains of her smoke and levelled him with a pointed gaze. "You wouldn't happen to know why that is, do you, Harry? "
The way she said his name sent an unintentional shiver down his spine. Why Daphne of all people had this effect on him was a mystery, but the blonde seemed to know exactly what her presence did to him and was deliberately using that to her advantage. Just what advantage that was remained to be seen.
Harry was still wary of the blonde. She was, after all, practically a stranger with unknown motives. Simply because she was nice to look at did not mean he should let his guard down; people like Narcissa Malfoy were evidence enough of the folly in doing so. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't dish out his own bit of fun now, did it?
"Perhaps," he said, closing the book in his lap and setting it to the side. "Tell me, Daphne, " h said just as pointedly. "Why do you want to know?"
Daphne's lips twitched upwards in an ever-so-quick smile before her impassive mask slipped back into place. "To feed my insatiable curiosity, of course. I find it intriguing that Pansy would see fit to give me advice on dealing with one of her betrothed's greatest rivals. Advice given, mind you, after she returned to our dorm looking as if she'd just fought off a hoard of rabid hippogriffs."
Daphne stepped forward, each step measured and precise as she sauntered towards Harry with an unreadable expression affixed to her porcelain features. Harry's eyes tracked her every step of the way, studying every subtle move of her lithe figure keenly.
Though she was dressed in the standard Hogwarts uniform, Daphne wore it in a way that no doubt turned nearly every head in the castle. From her neatly pressed skirt that hugged the gentle curves of her hips, to the crisp white blouse and deep blue cardigan that dipped in the front, giving just the barest hint of her pale, unblemished cleavage. She was not dressed sinfully like Lavender, who seemed to enjoy showing off as much flesh as she could (especially in front of Harry), but it was seemingly just the blonde's natural beauty that drew you in and forced you to lust after her despite the modest way she dressed.
Harry chuckled lowly as the blonde took the seat opposite him with a practised grace.
"We had a…rather long chat," he said simply, leaning back into the plush chair with a relaxed grin.
"A very thorough one at that, it seems," Daphne replied, casting him an amused look from under her long eyelashes. "If Pansy's need for a contraceptive potion this morning was anything to go by."
Harry huffed out a laugh and stood, retrieving a cigarette of his own from the packet in his breast pocket. "For someone who acts so very aloof all the time, you seem pretty interested in what I get up to in my free time, Greengrass." With a snap of his fingers, the cigarette between his lips was set alight, allowing him to take a deep inhale of the burning smoke.
"Well, I think it's only fair. After all, we'll be spending a great deal of time together this semester, so it wouldn't do to keep secrets from one another, yes?" Daphne replied, her crystal blue eyes boring into his own.
Harry chuckled and leaned his back against the balcony. The meeting place Daphne had found for them was both comfortable and private enough for them not to worry about any eavesdroppers.
It was a round, alcove-shaped room, hidden off in one of the far corners of the Astronomy tower behind a display case of various magical telescope lenses. Half the room was dedicated as a sort of communal sitting space, with fine plush upholstered chairs and a low sitting mahogany tea table, while the other half was sectioned off by a balcony that overlooked the sprawling castle grounds and greenhouses below. Daphne had said she found the room one evening when searching for a place to review her Astronomy notes before class. The display case had sprung open whilst the girl had been pacing back and forth, muttering the names of the different constellations under her breath. Apparently, whoever made this room was a Pisces and as such made the star-sign's name the password.
"How about this? We'll trade. I tell you my secret, and in turn, you tell me something I want to know." He smirked teasingly. "Fair?"
Daphne thought about it a moment, mulling the decision over in her head before nodding. "Deal. You and Pansy obviously had sex. That much is obvious. What I want to know is how exactly that happened. As far as I knew, Pansy abhorred you, and you her," she said with a click of her tongue.
Harry hummed to himself, taking another drag of his cigarette while he considered his words. "Let's just say she and Draco had a little disagreement, and I was there to help her find an alternative way out of the situation."
Daphne surprised him by snorting and crossing her arms. "You caught her going along with one of Draco's little schemes, and she threw herself at you in order to save her own skin, didn't she?"
That was…unexpected. Harry blinked in surprise and shook his head. "In simple terms, yes. How did you know?"
"Please — I've known Pansy since we were six. There isn't much she could do that I wouldn't be able to parse myself," the blonde scoffed. "Though…that does raise the question. What did you get out of that little deal? I may not know you very well, Potter, but it's obvious enough you wouldn't be satisfied with simply 'wetting your cock' as my sister would put it."
Harry huffed out a laugh and looked out over the grounds. "This and that," he said simply. "'Fraid I can't share much about that, not even with pretty blondes who are far more devious than they look," he said, lazily sweeping his gaze back towards the amused witch.
"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" Daphne asked with a tone of faux innocence.
Laughing once more, Harry put out his cigarette and walked back to his seat. "I believe it's my turn to ask a question now." At Daphne's nod, he leaned back into his chair with a curious gaze. "Why exactly were you meeting with Dumbledore a few days ago?"
"There was an altercation between me and one of my classmates. One that required a floo call to my father to sort out." Daphne replied easily.
"An 'altercation'?" Harry asked, unimpressed. "Does that have anything to do with the bruises on your hand?"
Instinctively, Daphne moved to rub at her unblemished knuckles. Though the bruises were long gone thanks to the wonders of healing magic, it seemed the mental blemishes were still there.
Clearing her throat, the blonde sat up just a little straighter. "The individual who started it would not take no for an answer. I had to be a bit more forceful in my rebuttal."
Well, that was unexpected. He would never have guessed Daphne Greengrass of all people to punch someone. Curse? Absolutely, but the pureblood princess didn't exactly put off the whole 'physical violence' vibe. It was…endearing in an odd way.
"Little tip — wrap your fist tighter and keep your wrist straight. Reduces the risk of injury," he explained. One too many scuffles with Dudley and his gang taught him a thing or two. "If you really want to do some damage, swing from your hips, not just your arm. That way you'll have your whole weight behind it."
The blonde witch across from him blinked once- twice- and then laughed. An honest to god laugh that had the corners of her eyes crinkled and her white teeth on full display. "You're a strange one, Harry. I don't believe many would critique my form after I admitted to striking another person."
Harry shrugged with a grin of his own. "I won't question your reasons. Merlin knows I've gotten into more than my fair share of trouble, so the way I see it, at least next time you'll be a bit more prepared."
"Indeed," Daphne smirked. "Well then, shall we continue with our project, or is there anything else you wish to know?"
Harry considered their options with a glance down at his watch. "Another time perhaps. It's getting pretty late, and I have my own meeting with the Headmaster to get to," he said, standing and quickly collecting his things. "See you around, Daphne. "
"Only if you're lucky, Harry, " the blonde replied with a teasing tone.
Harry laughed and quickly ducked out of the room, leaving behind a very intrigued Slytherin witch.
After leaving the blonde Slytherin beauty behind, Harry quickly made his way down to the Headmaster's office. This time, he was allowed straight in and was able to present his findings to the wise old wizard with little difficulty.
"I see." Dumbledore frowned. The old headmaster hummed to himself and steepled his hands together. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Harry. It is quite concerning to know that Mr. Malfoy is now involving others in his plan."
Harry furrowed his brow as the headmaster studied the cursed necklace levitating between them. "Involving others? You mean you already knew what he was planning?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Indeed. Myself and a few other professors have been keeping a close eye on Mr. Malfoy's machinations ever since the term began. Regretfully, it seems we were not watching closely enough. I assume Miss. Parkinson was not aware of the exact contents of the package?"
Harry shook his head. "Just that it was charmed with compulsions. You're saying this isn't the first time Draco has tried something like this?"
"This is his first direct move, but no, Mr. Malfoy has been making steps towards his end goal for some months now," the bearded wizard explained.
"And you've done nothing to stop him?" Harry snarled, sitting forward with an intense scowl.
"Steps have been taken to assure he will not succeed. As things stand, Mr. Malfoy's true goal involves me and me alone, so forgive my shrewdness, my boy, but I will be the one to take care of the situation as I see fit." Dumbledore replied, his normal grandfatherly tone evaporating with every word, replaced instead by a grave and wizened voice that left little to argue with.
Harry, however, would not be cowed so easily. "Bullshite! This is just more of your bloody shortsighted schemes! Malfoy might be trying to get to you for whatever reason, but this proves it doesn't just involve you anymore!" Harry cursed. "What would have happened if Katie had opened the package? If she had touched the necklace?! You can't treat this as if Malfoy is some misguided soul in need of a second chance! He's obviously willing to do whatever it takes to get to you, no matter who it kills!"
Dumbledore sighed and folded his hands atop his desk with a grave look. "Which was an oversight on my part. I assure you, Harry, that I am taking the threat Mr. Malfoy poses very seriously. He will be watched much closer now, and in the event others are threatened by his actions, he will be dealt with swiftly and with extreme prejudice. Until then, I simply ask you to trust that I do indeed have things under control. Right now, it is for the best that Mr. Malfoy believes me none the wiser to his plans."
Harry stared the old wizard down for a few moments, green eyes boring into blue before, with a silent curse, he nodded.
"Fine! But if he involves another one of my friends in his schemes again, then I promise you I'll deal with him myself, Headmaster," he growled.
Dumbledore's mouth opened as if he wished to argue, but nothing came out except a sigh. "Very well."
Harry nodded, making to stand before he remembered the other individual involved in the foiled plot. "What about Pansy? Draco all but blackmailed her into slipping the package into Katie's bag, so I can't imagine he'd be very pleased if she suddenly 'misplaced' it." The ponce would be furious, to be sure, and Pansy certainly seemed like she'd rather not be subject to his ire either. Despite their heated dislike for each other- steamy night of sex notwithstanding- Harry wasn't just going to let the girl suffer due to Draco's machinations.
"Indeed. I believe in this case it would be best if we kept up appearances." Dumbledore withdrew his wand swiftly, flicking it in a few complex motions over the floating silvery pendant. Before his eyes, Harry watched as the necklace rippled and contorted as if a liquid before it split, forming two identical necklaces levitating above the ornate wooden desk. The one on the right- which still oozed with the slimy aura of dark magic- was gently floated into a thick metal lockbox that Dumbledore produced from beneath his desk. The second was wrapped tightly in a thick layer of parchment, seemingly identical to the original package that Harry discovered with Pansy the night before.
"There we are! I believe Miss. Parkinson will find this one much safer. Perhaps, though, Miss. Bell should receive a bit of a 'heads up', so to speak, about her surprise gift." Dumbledore smiled.
Harry nodded and took the package carefully. Hopefully, Katie would agree to play along with their little ruse.
Either way, Pansy was certainly going to owe him big time for this.
"You know-hng!-When I said we needed to talk, I really did mean just talk!" Harry grunted, digging his hands deeper into the blonde chaser's firm backside as she bounced atop him with all manner of lustful desperation.
Katie let out a sound somewhere between a half-giggle and a half-moan as she used her weight to stuff Harry's thick cock deeper inside her sweltering pussy. "Y-You should've been mo-more speci- FUCK!"
The blonde slammed herself down onto his cock with a quaking moan. Her thick, juicy thighs clamped around his waist, trembling along with the rest of the blonde's body as she rode out her sudden and intense climax. Harry grunted from the feeling of Katie's velvety inner walls convulsing around him. Instinctually, he pulled the blonde flush with him, her naked, bubbly breasts squished against his chest, while his mouth silenced her moans with a searing kiss.
While Katie couldn't do anything except lie there and ride out her orgasm, Harry was not so patient. Squeezing the athletic girl's firm arsecheeks, Harry planted his feet and slammed upwards into her quivering cunt with disastrous speed.
Katie's squeal of delight was muffled by his tongue currently plundering her mouth. Still, she let her pleasure be known by the uncontrollable shaking of her pussy juice-soaked thighs around him. Every wet slap of his hips slamming against her rippling bum was accentuated by another muffled squeal of pleasure and a sloppy gush of arousal that dripped from the blonde's cunt.
Just as things were about to reach their crescendo, their private rutting was seemingly interrupted by the curtains around Katie's bed being thrust open.
"Hey Katie, have you seen my- Oh my god!" The furiously blushing form of Fay Dunbar came into Harry's view, her mouth wide open in shock.
Katie pulled off his lips hurriedly and looked at her roommate with an annoyed expression. "For fucks sake, Fay! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!"
"I–Sorry!" The brunette squeaked, turning away quickly with her blush now a deep crimson. "I didn't think you'd have company!"
Katie sat up with a sigh, Harry's cock still buried to the hilt inside her and uncaring that her naked breasts were now on full display for her roommate to see. "Whatever. What did you need?"
Fay glanced back with a bewildered expression before realising her mistake and turning back around with a small 'Eep!'
"N–Nothing important! I–I'll just come back!"
"Fay, Harry and I are going to be here for a while, so unless you want to spend the night sleeping in the common room, you'd better just spit it out now!" Katie huffed with a roll of her eyes. As she spoke, she began moving again, slowly rocking her hips back and forth atop his cock.
Harry, in turn, rolled his eyes at the blonde's insatiability but forced himself to remain quiet. He wanted to see where this would go, sue him!
The brunette sighed in defeat and turned back to face them, her eyes pointedly avoiding Harry's as she stared up at the roof in embarrassment. "I just w–wanted to know if you'd seen my p–pink sweater. I th–think the house-elves f–folded it with your clothes again b–by mistake." She stammered.
"I put it in your trunk already–Oh fuck!" Katie hissed. "Now either close the curtains or take your clothes off already, Dunbar! For fuck's sake!"
Much to his surprise, Fay swallowed thickly and looked down at him. Their eyes met for a beat or two, a decision forming quickly in Fay's mind before she took a breath and climbed onto the bed, the curtains closing behind her without a word.
"Ha! I k–knew you were a closeted slut!" Katie half-cheered, half-moaned.
The brunette blushed an even deeper shade of red, somehow and readjusted herself. She sat halfway on the bed next to Harry with her legs thrown over the side. The older witch watched with rapt attention as Katie upped the pace, bouncing faster and faster atop Harry's engorged member like she had been not minutes before.
"Yessss!" Katie hissed. "Oh yes! Give me that big fucking cock! Oh fuck!" She squealed, her pussy squelching with every bounce.
"How do you take it all?" Fay breathed in disbelief. "It's a lot bigger than any of my toys!"
"P–Practice!" Katie grunted. Harry groaned as the blonde leaned back, using his legs as handholds while she ground her cunt on his thick length as fast as she could. "Y–You want a go?"
"Wh–What?!" Fay squeaked.
Katie moaned, her large tits jiggling with the sheer force of her movements while she fucked herself on Harry's girthy cock. "I–I'm really fucking close and c–could use a break after I cum. Hng! Do you w–want to fuck him or n–not Dunbar, y–yes or no?!"
Fay closed and opened her mouth in speechlessness before looking down at him. Harry looked back with a shrug, far too focused on the feeling of Katie's tight pussy convulsing around him to care what the brunette chose.
She wasn't given any more time to decide as Katie suddenly stilled atop him with a loud throaty moan. The blonde shivered, her climax running rampant through her nerves before, with a shaking sigh, Katie fell to the side, clutching her weeping cunt.
A weight shifted beside him. Before his brain could properly catch up to what was going on around him, two petite thighs suddenly threw themselves over his waist, and a moist, hairless cunt rested against his cum soaked cock.
"J–Just go slow. O–Okay?" Fay stammered atop him, her face still flushed heavily red. She hadn't removed anything except for her shoes and panties, leaving her for the most part still clothed. Even her skirt was still in place, though hiked up above her stomach and gave him easy access to her glistening pussy.
Harry smiled at the girl, bringing one of his hands up to brush against her cheek. "Of course. You just let me know if you need me to stop."
The girl nodded, giving Harry the permission he needed to gently lift her up by her waist and line his throbbing erection up with her entrance.
Fay was tight. Unbelievably tight. For a girl who worshipped books almost as much as Hermione, she felt as if she exercised every day of her life. Her body was firm but still supple enough to give way under his touch. Her inner walls gripped him tighter than even Ginny had, and it took much of Harry's will not to blow his load deep inside the girl right then and there.
Fay, for her part, took his cock exceedingly well. Not once did she plead for him to slow or halt his movements, merely taking every inch of his member with a bite of her lip and a long, drawn-out whimper of pleasure.
"I knew you could do it!" Katie cheered exhaustedly from her place beside them. "Now just relax, love. Let that big dick take care of you~"
Fay replied with a shaky moan as Harry began to slowly piston his hips in and out. It was agonising and yet euphoric all at the same time. The feeling of her tight cunt gripping him as he slowly fucked her was indescribable, and yet all he wanted to do was throw caution to the wind and pound into the girl like a rabid beast. He forced those desires away, though. As well as she was doing now, he didn't wish to rush things and potentially hurt the girl.
With each thrust of his cock, Fay seemed to relax more and more. She was still just as tight as when they began, but now the girl was flushed only with arousal as she was slowly fucked from below. Her moans became louder, more assured and less caring if someone heard them. Her hands fisted at her blouse, clawing at her covered breasts in a desperate search for stimulation. Harry obliged her silent request, quickly reaching up and tearing the button shirt open with a single tug. Fay gasped, both in surprise and delight, as her petite bra-clad breasts were suddenly molested by his rough hands. It wasn't long before her bra met the same fate as her shirt, falling away in tatters while Harry sat up and latched onto one of the girl's hardened brown nipples.
"Oh my!" Fay gasped. "Oh, that feels–OH!"
The brunette cooed musically in his ear as her body suddenly stilled atop him. Her impossibly tight cunt constricted even further, producing a grunt of pleasure from his lips as she came around him.
Beside him, Katie giggled and propped herself up on her elbow. "Wow, she cums easily. You okay Fifi?"
"Hnnnggggg~" Fay gasped, her arms wrapped tightly around Harry, clinging to him as her climax slowly abated.
"I'll take that as a yes." Katie giggled. "Though poor Harry hasn't gotten off yet. Let me show you how to fix that~"
The blonde chaser sat up, her large, bouncy tits jiggling with every move as she slowly pulled the girl off his cock and guided her to her knees on the foot of the bed. Katie wasted no time joining her friend, leaning down to seductively run her tongue up his cock, starting at his balls and ending by swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip.
"Mmm~" Katie hummed. "You taste delightful love. Come see for yourself!"
Fay looked a bit hesitant but leaned down with her friend until her mouth was inches from his cock. Slowly, the brunette stuck her tongue out and ran it along the first few inches of his length.
"Like that?" she asked nervously.
"Mhm! Just keep licking it like that, and once you get comfortable, I'll show you how to do this!" At her words, Katie captured his cock fully between her lips, quickly taking him deep inside her throat with her shining blue eyes boring into his with a look of pure lust.
"Wow," Fay breathed. "Uhm, I'll try…"
The next few minutes were spent getting the girl comfortable. Harry chose to simply lie back and relax, happy enough to let the two beauties lick and bathe his cock with their eager tongues. While Fay got used to using her tongue to pleasure him, Katie aided the girl by sucking lewdly on Harry's bloated sack. Eventually, Fay's confidence rose and soon enough, the brunette was dutifully bobbing her head on the first few inches of his cock while Katie used her tongue and hand to pleasure the rest of him.
"Mmm~" Katie said, popping one of his balls free from her mouth. "You're doing great Fay! Isn't she Harry?"
"Fucking fantastic." Harry groaned, running his hand through the girl's hazelnut locks.
Fay's eyes looked up at him, shining with happiness as she continued to suck and slurp his thick length. It wouldn't be long before she bore the fruit of her labours if the pressure building in his loins was any indication.
"Oooo! Get ready, he's about to cum!" Katie said, getting close to whisper in her roommate's ear. "Now remember what I said, try to swallow it all. If you can't, that's fine, but do your best to take every drop you can like a good little slut~"
Fay moaned in affirmation at her friend's words, her movements picked up in speed, bobbing up and down on his cock even faster as Harry let out one final groan.
"Fuck!" He grunted.
His cock pulsed once, twice, three times — on and on it went. Harry groaned with each one, shooting a multitude of thick, hot ropes of his cum into the eager brunette's mouth. Fay did her best, taking as much of his hot molten loan as she could before it became too much. The petite witch was forced to pull off his cock with her mouth full of his seed. A few spurts shot out, splashing across her face before Katie picked up the slack and wrapped her pouty lips around his pulsing cock, swallowing her share of his cum with a throaty whorish moan.
"Mmm~" she hummed, loudly swallowing the pool of cum in her mouth. "Not bad for your first time!"
Fay followed the blonde's lead, swallowing her mouthful of cum before smiling brightly. "Thanks! Can we do that again sometime?"
Harry's cock had yet to begin deflating before the brunette's words sparked another flare of arousal in him. Katie eyed his still-hardened cock with a smirk and reached down to gently stroke it. "I think we can work something out. Now let's see how good you are at eating pussy…"
Chapter 17: Professor TonksChapter TextChapter 16: Professor Tonks
"So this is your basic stunning spell. It's one of the first spells aurors learn to master in the academy, and overall, the most widely used tool to incapacitate someone. What do you notice about it?"
Cammi scrunched her nose and stared at the small glowing ball of light emanating from the swirled tip of Tonks' wand. "It's um…red?"
Tonks snorted and pulled the woman closer, careful to keep her wand pointed away from her friend. "Besides the colour. What does it feel like?"
Cammie furrowed her brow with a huff and hovered her hand around the red sparking orb. She'd seen a lot of magic in the last couple of weeks, ever since she learned the truth about the Wizarding World, and while for the most part she'd grown used to the sheer lunacy of it all, part of her was still wary of the actual magic part of it all. Still, she wasn't some simpering little girl afraid of her own shadow; she could do this.
With a breath, she steeled her nerves and concentrated. At first, she didn't notice anything besides the low hum in the air around her hand, but then something changed…shifted almost. She couldn't explain it. Perhaps it was the small amount of heat emanating from the spell, or the way she could feel each spark and crackle of energy as it remained locked in place on Tonks' wand tip. Either way, the small hum suddenly morphed into something else, like a steady thrumming- cresting a high pitch before lowering down a reverberating low baritone. It was almost like a little-
"Heartbeat," Cammi whispered. Opening her eyes, she looked back up to Tonks' smiling face. "It feels like a heartbeat."
"Now you're getting it!" Tonks cheered. With a flick of her wand, the stunner was snuffed out and instead replaced with a soft purple-blue orb that rippled and moved like calm water.
"To muggles, 'magic' is a word used to describe something that can't be scientifically explained. Two thousand years ago, lightning was a form of magic cast down by a god in righteous anger, yet today, we know through the answers of science that lightning is really just a transfer of electric charge between particles in the atmosphere, resulting in a negatively charged base layer of a storm system."
As she said this, the calm orb began to shake. Small arcs of electricity zapped across its surface before Tonks swished her wand again and pointed it towards the open window on the other side of her living room. A muffled ' crack!' emanated from her wand as a small bolt of lightning shot out through the window and collided with a lamp post outside. Cammi flinched as the bulb in the post exploded from the surge of energy, with sparks raining down onto the street below.
"Oops," Tonks winced. "Charged it a bit too much, but you see my point!" Readjusting herself, the currently purple-haired metamorph sighed and stashed her wand. "For us witches and wizards, magic isn't some mystical energy that we wholly worship as some greater power, but a form of science itself. We study it, question it, and through it create things that would drive many muggle physicists barmy!" she laughed.
"I think I get your point," Cammi nodded. "But what does that have to do with the way the stunning spell felt?"
"Everything! You used to work at a jewellery shop before you became a receptionist, right?" Tonks asked. At Cammi's nod, the metamorph continued. "Great! Tell me then, how would you be able to tell the difference between real gold and a mixture of brass and zinc?"
Cammi thought for a moment. "Scratch them across a testing stone and then pour a bit of diluted isopropyl alcohol on the residue they leave behind. Whichever one disappears is the fake gold."
"Exactly!" Tonks cheered once again. "Because science has proven that the alcohol can break down the properties of brass and zinc, but not gold above a certain karat! Magic is the same! It has physical properties to it. Rules that define it and explain its limitations, and a foundation for us to derive more from it! The stunning spell wasn't just a product of some naturally occurring phenomenon. Some otherworldly force didn't whisper the spell's incantation into some lucky wizard's ear one day. The spell was created through science. Its equation was derived through arithmancy, its limitations answered by the laws of magic we know, and its incantation formed from its observed effects and properties. In a sense, spells, and magic by extension, are really just a fancy form of chemistry if you think about it!" Tonks smirked.
"You know I barely passed my chemistry A-levels, right?" Cammi remarked with a grimace.
"Eh, so did I," Tonks waved her off.
"You took your A-levels?"
Tonks nodded with a shrug. "My dad's a muggleborn and wanted me to get a fully rounded education. So during the summers, I went to some pompous accelerated school for child geniuses or whatever. Needless to say, I was no bloody child genius and nearly got kicked out because of my grades on three separate occasions." She snorted. "Point is, though, magic has properties and laws that it has to abide by just like everything else. That's why my stunner felt like a heartbeat and is one of the many little quirks about magic you can use to identify what it is!"
Understanding dawned on Cammi. "Oh. Well then why didn't you just bloody say that?"
Tonks snorted again and rolled her eyes. Picking her wand back up, the metamorph formed another ball of swirling energy at the tip and held it aloft for Cammi to see.
"C'mon put your hand close and tell me what you notice with this one."
The hours flew by, with Cammi learning more and more about various common spells. She was still rubbish at identifying most. At first, she thought it'd be simple since most spells were some sort of colour or another, but as Tonks showed her, colour alone couldn't be depended on to identify spells. There were too many hexes and curses and not enough hues on the spectrum, meaning many spells often shared colours due to their magical makeup.
"But therein lies my second point!" Tonks said as Cammi failed to tell the difference between a bone knitting and a spleen liquifying curse yet again. "Spells have properties which affect them in different ways. The stunning spell hums like a heartbeat because it affects the consciousness of its target. Likewise, the anaesthesia spell most healers use hums in a similar pattern because of its nearly identical effect. Vice versa, these two spells are both purple because of their similar transformation of a target's body part."
"So then what's the point of learning the feel of a spell or whatever!" Cammi huffed in frustration. It'd been a long day, and she was just about at her wits' end with this impromptu magic lesson, or her failure with said lesson to be more honest. She'd always had problems with doing stuff she wasn't good at. One of the many reasons why she hated football so much after her mum forced her to play in her neighbourhood summer league three years in a row. She was a shoddy centre forward at best.
"Because if you know how to identify one spell through different ways, then you can have a general idea of how to tell if most other spells are good or downright bloody deadly," Tonks said gravely. "Look, Cams, I know it's a lot, especially on the first day, but it's necessary that I teach you this stuff. I'm not trying to turn you into some magic theory prodigy or something. You just need to know enough to keep yourself safe when Harry or I aren't here."
As she said this, Tonks reached over and gave Cammi's hand a squeeze. Cammi sighed. The truth of Tonks' words calmed her somewhat. She was right, Cammi did need to know these things, especially if there was to be another magical war soon.
"You're right," she sighed. "S'just a bit overwhelming, yeah? Normally, when you start dating someone new, you find out they have a little drinking problem or maybe they're a bit too close with one of their co-workers," she laughed. "But the bloke I fall head over heels for is some prophesied chosen one that's got to kill the bloody magical Hitler!" Her laughter died off slowly until she grew quiet, her mind lost in thought.
Beside her, Tonks bit her lip in concern before she spoke. "Do you—Do you regret meeting Harry? Knowing what you know now?"
"What?!" Cammi exclaimed, rearing back as if she'd been struck. "Of course not! No! I just–I was just saying it's a bit of an adjustment for me, is all!"
Tonks raised her hand defensively, trying to calm the shouting woman before her. "Alright! Alright! Sorry, I just had to ask! Harry's a good bloke and I didn't want you to go blaming him for all this mess, you know?"
Cammi rolled her eyes and stood, marching her way to the fridge. She quickly retrieved two bottles of her favourite ale from within and retreated back to the couch, passing Tonks one of the bottles as she passed.
"Of course it's not his fault, and I don't bloody blame him for any of this shite." She twisted the top off easily and took a generous gulp of the bitter liquid inside. "I was telling the truth when I told him that he's stuck with me, and I damn well meant it! But you can't blame me for being a little overwhelmed by everything."
Tonks nodded in agreement as she took a drink of her own ale. "Fair. I'd be just as freaked out if I were in your shoes, but you've got me and Harry in your corner. Even better, Harry's got you in his corner, so I doubt the dark tosser will be a problem much longer!"
Cammi giggled at the metamorph's words and set her drink down. "Let's give it another go then."
Tonks smiled at the raven-haired beauty and grabbed her wand. Soon enough, the small flat was filled with crackling light once more as their lesson resumed.
Harry always enjoyed visiting Hogsmeade. Sure, he could do without the large crowds of students and the ever-present stares from the occasional passerby, but all in all, he never failed to enjoy himself when wandering the small village's streets and alleyways.
That being said, today was most certainly not a day he enjoyed.
Harry pushed down the small spark of irritation in his chest as he remembered exactly why he was in the small wizarding village that day. Beside him, Katie and Leanne were chatting happily as if nothing was amiss, yet both girls were also very aware of the part they had to play in today's plans.
"Would you stop your brooding already?!" Katie hissed in his ear as they dragged him from one shop to the next. "It'll be fine, Harry."
Harry huffed and followed the blonde into the quaint little clothing shop as Leanne trailed behind them.
"We're depending on Pansy Parkinson of all people," he grumbled. "There's nothing fine about that!"
Katie rolled her eyes as she began to peruse the various clothing racks with a keen eye. Harry, after all, was paying, so that meant she could purchase a few more items than her coin purse would normally allow.
"You said it yourself, she wants no part in Malfoy's scheme. So, unless she was able to fool both you and Dumbledore, I'd wager she'll play her part just fine today." Katie argued back.
Harry stifled a retort. She was right in a way. Pansy had indeed been desperate to get out of Draco's little ploy, enough so that she was willing to practically whore herself out to him for even a chance to escape the potential consequences of the blonde ferret's machinations.
Still…even if Pansy was fun in bed, Harry would hardly say he trusted the girl. Witches like Pansy Parkinson only ever looked out for themselves. He wouldn't put it past the girl to try something today if she thought she could get away with it.
Katie clicked her tongue at him as she spotted the small scowl still affixed to his face. The blonde witch let out a sigh before quickly stalking forward and wrapping her arm through his.
"Leanne, do me a favour and keep a lookout out would ya?" Katie asked the Hufflepuff girl.
Leanne nodded with a smirk, her eyes darting between the two. "You got it Kates."
Before Harry could question her intentions, Katie yanked him to the side and into one of the many changing rooms nestled snugly in the back of the store.
The door had barely clicked shut before Katie made her move, kneeling down in front of him as her hands quickly set about undoing his belt buckle.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked in bewilderment.
"You need to relax or else Malfoy will know something is off by the way you're acting all scowly," Katie said as she finished with his belt and popped open the front of his trousers. "And I know just how to do that~"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Harry watched as Katie quickly freed his cock from the confines of his boxers before encasing it with her plump, velvety lips. If that wasn't enough to have him rapidly hardening right then and there, then the feeling of the blonde's hot, wet tongue circling around his cock-head certainly would.
He stifled a groan as Katie began to work her mouth along his rock-hard length. She peppered the underside with wet, sloppy kisses, using her tongue to coat his entire shaft with a thick layer of saliva before travelling even lower to lap at his balls. As she popped one of the cum-filled sacs in her mouth, his cock rested gently atop her face. One dazzling blue eye stared up at him, clouded with a hazy gleam of lust, while the other was obscured by his engorged cock-head as it smeared the blonde's face with saliva and makeup.
"Bloody hell, you're insatiable," Harry breathed as Katie released his balls and returned to sloppily lapping her way up his length.
Instead of answering, the older witch winked back up at him before taking him into her mouth. The feeling of her velvety oral orifice wrapping around his shaft, tightening and relaxing randomly as Katie took him deeper and deeper, nearly had Harry at his wits' end. It took much of his impressive will-power not to grip Katie's head by her pretty blonde locks and slam his cock as deep as possible down her slutty little throat. She wouldn't even mind either. Hell, she'd probably love to be used like that. Ever since their little rendezvous in the shower, the blonde had taken a particular interest in both deepthroating and face-fucking. Her favourite position they'd found was sixty-nineing with Harry on top, thrusting his thick, meaty cock down her gullet while he lavished her pussy. While they certainly had no room for that in the cramped changing room, Katie would be more than happy to let him use her mouth as he pleased. But he couldn't, could he? The risk of being caught was too high, even with Leanne standing watch outside…right?
Ah fuck it.
Katie's mouth just felt too fucking good around his cock and he certainly couldn't give a shite about the prude old shopkeeper catching them in the act.
Taking a handful of Katie's hair into his grasp, Harry reached down with his other hand to cup the girl's chin. Katie's blue eyes met his green ones, her pale pink lips still dutifully sucking his cock as he silently communicated his want to her. The sparkle of excitement that exploded across her gaze was all the permission he needed, and without so much as a warning, Harry tightened his grip on her hair and slammed his hips forward.
"GLURK!"
The sound of Katie's tight throat spasming and squelching around him as he used it as his own personal cock-sleeve filled the small changing room. Despite the intense abuse her oesophagus was taking, the blonde remained steadfast, her hands latched tightly onto his thighs and even worked to pull him deeper down her gullet with each thrust. She'd come a long way from her gasping and gagging performance in the shower; that much was for sure. Even her eyes remained open, staring up at him with a look of absolute euphoria as he fucked her slutty mouth.
Whether it was that look of intense devotion, the constriction of her tight, wet gullet, and even the rhythmic slapping of his balls against his chin, Harry didn't know. All he knew was that his end was approaching fast, faster than he wished, and that it wouldn't be long before he was shooting his cum directly into Katie's stomach.
Katie knew it too, it seemed. She always seemed to know when he was reaching peak just like Cammi, and just like the tattooed vixen, seemed to enjoy bringing him to the most explosive end she could.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath as he was suddenly pushed back onto the small changing bench behind him. The feeling of Katie's mouth disappeared from his cock only to be replaced by something even tighter and hotter seconds later. He didn't even question how she had pulled her skirt up and pushed her knickers aside so fast. He was too distracted by the pure silky feeling of her pussy constricting around him to care. It was too much for him. Harry groaned as he tried to hold fast, but Katie's silken cunt was impossible to deny the reward it so desperately wanted.
"Yesss~" Katie whimpered into his ear as the first spurt of cum was shot deep inside her womb. "That's it. Fill me up Harry. Fill me slutty little pussy with your cum~"
Harry groaned into her neck and did just that, cock pulsing again and again as he erupted inside the blonde's tight cunt.
"Feel better?" Katie asked a few moments later, when the last of his seed was trapped within her folds and their breath had returned to them both.
"Much," he replied, leaning up to place a fiery kiss against the blonde's lips.
The frantic knocking of Leanne halted any further fun as the pair quickly dressed and slipped out of the changing room, the suspicious glare of the wrinkled old shopkeeper following them the entire way as they left.
The knock at the door sent a jolt of surprise through Pansy. Within her room above the Three Broomsticks, she had been lost in thought, puzzling over whether siding with Potter was truly the best choice to make. The knock stirred her from these thoughts, yet the fear and uncertainty remained as she crept to the door, wand ready for any surprises that may or may not be waiting for her on the other side.
Glancing through the peephole, Pansy frowned as she saw nothing and no one on the other side. Something wasn't right.
Tightening the grip on her wand, the brunette witch grasped the doorknob, taking a quick steeling breath before yanking the wooden barrier open. Empty air met the glowing tip of her wand, only further increasing her confusion.
"You'll need to be quicker than that, Parkinson." A voice called from behind her.
Whirling around in shock, Pansy instinctively threw a stunner towards the voice, only for her spell to be batted away as if it were a fly. The smirking visage of Harry Potter met her eyes as she finally realised who her surprise visitor was.
"You're late," she huffed, stowing her wand quickly and shutting the door.
Potter simply shrugged and fell back into one of the chairs in front of the room's small fireplace. "Got held up. I'm here now, though."
Pansy scoffed and moved to sit in the chair opposite him. "Whatever. I assume Bell is waiting downstairs, then?"
Potter nodded and reached into the leather satchel he wore on his hip. Pansy stiffened at first, her instincts expecting some sort of attack or double-cross of some sort, yet nothing came. Instead, Potter produced a familiar parchment-wrapped package and held it out for her to accept.
Pansy swallowed thickly. Though she couldn't sense any dark magic on the package, part of her feared there was still some sort of nasty curse or hex just waiting to be activated the second she grasped it. Slowly, she reached forward, taking the package hesitantly. The breath of relief she let out when nothing happened made Potter raise a brow questioningly.
"Expecting me to be like your cunt of a betrothed, hmm?" He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a coward like Draco, Parkinson. If I were going to betray you, I'd do it to your face. Not hide behind some cursed necklace."
Pansy scowled but said nothing, slipping the fake necklace into her bag.
"Though that does make me wonder if perhaps you weren't projecting your own feelings there," Potter added, his tone hardening with every word.
Pansy looked up at him with a scowl. "What the fuck are you getting at, Potter?" She growled.
"Perhaps you're so worried that I'm going to betray you because you've already made plans to betray us instead." He explained, his green eyes burning with anger.
Pansy stamped down the fear she felt when looking into the swirling green orbs. "That's ridiculous. You're the one who's being paranoid now!" And he was. Sure, it wasn't like Pansy hadn't thought about it, but she wasn't actually stupid enough to do it! Besides, if she had, she'd be right back where she started—under Draco's thumb, only this time with a much shorter leash. There'd be no gain in going back on her word now, not that she could think of at least…
"Probably," Potter replied. "But that doesn't mean I'm not right."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "And what? You're not gonna let me out of this room until I bloody prove myself or something?" Potter shrugged, forcing a scoff of disbelief from Pansy. "Seriously?! Screw you Potter!"
"If you remember love, you already have." Potter snarked back, crossing his arms with a mocking smirk.
Oh, he wanted to play that game…
Pansy growled and stood. Fine! She'd fucking prove herself and whatever other stupid games he wanted to play. As long as he kept up his end of the bargain, she didn't care!
Stomping over, Pansy grabbed Potter by the hand and pulled him up. Quickly, she dragged him to the bed on the other side of the room, not stopping once, even as he chuckled in amusement behind her.
"Lie down!" she ordered, quickly pulling at the buttons of her blouse.
Potter did so without argument, shucking off his jacket and shirt before pulling off his trousers just as fast.
Pansy didn't even blink when his thick, veiny cock popped free. Her mind was too abuzz with irritation to marvel at the large rod of meat before her. And besides, she thought as she kicked off her knickers and threw aside her bra, it's not like she hadn't become intimately familiar with Potter's cock just a few nights ago.
"You know-" Potter grunted as Pansy settled on his waist. The tip of his cock prodded against her entrance while Pansy worked on spitting a healthy amount of saliva into her hand before lathering it on his bulbous tip. "-I would've accepted a magical vow or something of the like, but this works too."
"Potter," her breath hitched as she said his name, the feeling of her walls being stretched apart by his girthy member already driving her body wild with lust.
"Yeah, Parkinson?" he replied, that absolutely annoying, knicker-wetting, insufferable smirk splayed across his lips.
"Shut the hell up and fuck me already." She growled back, manicured nails digging into his toned chest as his cock bottomed out inside of her.
Potter chuckled and gripped her wide, shapely hips. "Well, since you asked so nicely."
And then all Pansy knew was pleasure.
~Downstairs (About the same time)~
"Ten galleons says Parkinson comes down with cum in her hair," Katie whispered to her Hufflepuff friend.
Leanne snorted and picked up her butterbeer. "Fifteen, she comes down with cum in her hair and limping."
"You're on!"