Chapter 17: Examinations
Summary:
Hope you all enjoy this chapter, and sorry it has been a really long time. Just getting back into things after some serious IRL stuff. I won't bore you with it all but I will try to get back to writing. It actually feels really nice to just write again so I hope to be able to do it more often.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
There was a certain thrill and awkwardness to Harry's morning aftereffect. As Narcissa would put it, he conquered not just one but two birds and gave them what they didn't even know they craved. Now, he was sitting between Narcissa and Minerva, with Pomfrey and Nymphadora across from them.
Narcissa had just finished explaining the effects of her potion and that despite the initial pull of sexual arousal, everything that followed was completely consensual. They could've just stopped if they really wanted to stop or not do it. Poppy had demanded to see the potion and found Narcissa was telling the truth after she examinined it herself.
So now they were sitting as Poppy and Nymphadora settled into this new change in their lives. Harry glanced at Nymphadora, and she flushed and looked away every time. Poppy, however, was rather stern, more so than Minerva.
"Honestly, Madame Pomfrey, there is no reason to be tense. This is a good thing." Narcissa said, soothingly reaching up to rake her fingers through Harry's hair. "Harry is a good boy, an amazing lover, and a quick learner. He is an outstanding wizard who will only grow stronger as he gets older. You could not wish for a better lover." Narcissa said as Harry relaxed and leaned into her touch.
"Narcissa has a fair point, though I do understand your hesitation. Trust me, I was in the same situation as you when Harry and I shared our first night together." Minerva said, smiling fondly.
"Even if you have explained it, I still cannot accept that this... bond I now feel is born from an act of subterfuge," Poppy stated, even as her heart flipped when Harry's eyes met hers. Nymphadora looked between Poppy and Harry and wanted to feel the same way as the Matron did. But she didn't; sure, she was a bit overwhelmed and a tiny bit put out by the fact that she lost her virginity to a first year. But in the end, she didn't regret it; she just needed to adjust and get used to it.
"I'm sorry, Madame Pomfrey, but Narcissa has a point. She explained it to me, too, and I didn't want to use any potion at first. But she promised that any woman joining us would truly want this. The potion doesn't force you, and neither will I." Harry said, showing his maturity over the years. He looked her in the eyes again and smiled.
"If you don't feel comfortable, we won't force you to stay, right, Narcissa?" Harry said, looking over to her. While Narcissa didn't like the idea of losing such a valuable Coven member, she nodded.
"Of course, Harry, Poppy, if this is not what you want, go. We only ask you to keep this a secret." She said, even as her instincts and years of pureblood upbringing told her not to lose such a valuable asset. Poppy took in their words and could feel the logical urge to take the offer and leave, die inside her. Despite her reservations and worries, her magic sang when Harry was close. She couldn't deny such a primal and excellent connection even if Society would damn her if they ever discovered it.
"I never said I would leave... I just wanted to tell you that I don't appreciate being tricked," Poppy said, and Harry smiled, getting out of his chair, going over to the woman, and taking her hands in his smaller ones.
"We understand; I promise never to lie to you or keep things hidden from you. That's a promise I will make with all my Coven." Harry said, turned to Nymphadora, and went to hold her hands too.
"All of them," he reassured as he squeezed her hands, and Nymphadora finally felt the spark of her usual playful self ignite as she smiled.
"Aw, how could I ever doubt such a cutie." She giggled as she pulled him close and smothered him in her breast. She ruffled his hair fondly, making him smile and laugh lightly.
"Good, very good. Now, if you two won't mind, I have these for you," Narcissa said, pulling out two bottles of what Poppy and Nymphadora recognized as pregnancy potions. While Poppy was older, she was still at the age where there was a chance. Nymphadora blushed hard as she remembered just how eagerly her body had morphed to take Harry's seed.
Poppy took the bottles and handed one to Nymphadora, who uncorked hers. But she found her hand hesitant to raise the potion to her lips, and a sudden nervous flutter in her chest occurred as she stared at the colorful liquid.
"Harder than you'd think, right? Believe me, it doesn't get any easier." Narcissa sighed, and Poppy glanced at her. Nymphadora did as well as she found her hand shaking slightly as if some carnal instinct was telling her not to take the liquid. "But as hard as it is, we must do it. For now, at least." Narcissa said with a firm nod, and after a few more moments, Poppy drank down her potion. She knew the flavor was meant to be bitter, but she was surprised when it tasted almost like bile in her mouth, making it that much harder to consume.
Nymphadora followed close behind, and judging by her face and morphing light green and yellow hair, she found it repulsive. With both witches now done, they set the bottles down. Nymphadora took a breath before she spoke.
"So... how large are you planning to make this coven?" Nymphadora asked. Harry looked to her and then to Narcissa, who nodded.
"Harry has many enemies and dangers. Several individuals would gladly see him harmed or manipulated." Narcissa began, and Minerva nodded.
"Narcissa believes that securing strong alliances and growing the Coven is the best way to protect Harry and ensure his growth. Her plans have already borne fruit with the removal of Snape from his abusive place of authority." Minerva supplied, and Poppy scoffed.
"That man should've been removed the second he showed how incompetent of an educator he was. So I can surmise that my joining of this Coven was for the benefit of Harry's health." Poppy said, and Narcissa nodded.
"It was; you have a unique position that would make it so Harry coming to see you would not cause issues. However, I was not expecting to have him seduce an extra." Narcissa said, looking to Nymphadora, who sighed.
"My mum insisted that I at least get some medical knowledge since I want to join the Auror force after I graduate," Nymphadora said.
"What's an Auror?" Harry asked.
"They're like Muggle Police for the Wizarding world," Nymphadora explained, and Narcissa smiled.
"That's splendid; a Coven member in the Auror department would be most advantageous," Narcissa said.
"Will, since we are both onboard with this Coven, might we know who else you have in mind?" Poppy asked.
"Currently, I am working on getting Harry with my Friend Cordelia Parkinson," Narcissa said, making Poppy think the Parkinsons were not an advantageous choice, at least to her reasoning. Harry noticed her confused look and decided to explain the reason.
"It's to help my friend, Pansy. She's on a contract that I want to help her out of. Also, I hope she could help Pansy make amends with Daphne, another friend of mine." Harry said, then explained himself and the circumstances currently surrounding Pansy and Daphne.
"And that's not all; I also overheard Draco boasting about his engagement with Pansy, and he said he heard about the incident with the Greengrass estate. Something that Daphne signed made it so the Greengrass family had to give up their home." Harry said, which got Minerva to furrow her brow.
"But at her age, nothing she signed would be legally recognized," Minerva said, and Narcissa thought for a moment before her eyes widened.
"Oh no... no, no, surely not!" She said, her eyes narrowing.
"What is it?" Nymphadora asked.
"There is only one ancient, very archaic contract that she could've signed at that age that would've been binding without the need for her parent's consent. A concubine contract." Narcissa said. Minerva and Poppy gasped and cursed, and Nymphadora and Harry looked bewildered.
"What kind of contract is that?" Harry asked.
"It's a contract that has existed since even before Merlin. It's a contract mainly used in times of war or witch hunts that allowed young ladies or even lords to sign over themselves to another house as a concubine. Since, in many cases, the individual signing would either be the last of their house or any other such situation, there was no legal need for any age restrictions to be placed upon it. This effectively meant that any and all ages could legally sign this contract and be bound by its rules." Narcissa explained, and Nymphadora balked at the implications.
"Why would anyone sign something like that, let alone young boys and girls!?" She asked, scandalized, despite her own situation.
"It was meant at a failsafe to ensure that a family name lives on; a concubine's family name may not be overridden by the one who holds the contract, effectively ensuring the line is secured. These contracts always had a pregnancy clause where the concubine in question was guaranteed to have one child at the very least, and that child was to receive all the help they would need in life from the ones who held the contract." Poppy said.
"Wait, so Daphne signed one of these contracts!?" Harry exclaimed, looking alarmed.
"That is the only form of contract I can think of that would be legally recognized. But these contracts are no longer used; the last one was nearly three hundred years ago."
"If it's never used, why would it be recognized?" Nymphadora asked.
"It hasn't been used, but that also means that it hasn't been spoken of; because of this, no legislation or legal stipulation has been in place to revoke or remove these contracts," Minerva said.
"T-then, what can we do?" Harry asked, and Narcissa pulled him close.
"It's not hopeless, Harry. When you sleep with Cordelia, we will have an avenue to have the contract annulled and free Daphne. Lord Parkinson has most likely been using it as blackmail to keep the Greengrasses in his pocket," Narcissa said.
"But Pansy doesn't have a brother, so who is she..." Harry began, but his eyes widened as he figured it out. "The contract is for Daphne and Lord Parkinson!" He realized, and Narcissa nodded solemnly.
"Due to the nature of the contracts, age is never a factor. In today's wizarding Society, engaging with someone so young is seen as more than just a Taboo. Which is why Parkinson has not flaunted this contract for his social standing." Narcissa explained, realizing the hypocrisy in her words as she held onto her boylover. However, the situation between Harry and his older lovers differs significantly from Daphne's.
"We have to be patient, Harry; Narcissa has already made the steps necessary," Minerva said with a calming hand on his cheek.
"Yes, Cordelia will be in Hogsmeade just a little after the winter holidays start. I unfortunately will have to return home as well; Lucius insists we hold Yule Balls every winter. Mainly for his preening purposes or to speak with other lords of houses." Narcissa explained with no one missing the distaste with which she spoke Lucius's name.
"What can I do?" Harry asked, and Narcissa smiled.
"As Minerva said, be patient and trust us. Once you meet with Cordelia, I have no doubt that this issue will be resolved before classes begin after the winter break. For now, Poppy, would you give Harry a proper check-up?" Narcissa requested, and Poppy nodded.
"Yes, come along, Harry," Poppy said gently, standing up. Harry looked at the women in the room, and while he didn't like the idea of having to wait, he tempered himself and sighed.
"Alright." Harry then kissed both Narcissa and Minerva before turning to Poppy.
"I'll go to," Nymphadora said, walking out with Poppy and Harry. Minerva sighed and leaned back in her chair. Narcissa mirrored her movements, stretching slightly.
"Not even halfway through his Hogwarts first year and already making such lasting memories." Narcissa giggled slightly at the thought, nodding in agreement with Minerva's statement.
"Yes, though he is well worth all the trouble," Narcissa said, and Minerva turned to her.
"Indeed, but after Cordelia, who else is on this list? Harry is fantastic, but he is just a boy," Minerva said.
"I know, but he won't stay a boy; he already can drive both you and me to the brink together, and as he grows, there is no doubt he will become even more insatiable. Harry has plenty; no need to overwhelm him too soon. Besides, one of his friends will join the fold soon enough, maybe more after all the effort he is putting in for Pansy's and Daphne's sake.
"Are we sure we should encourage that? I understand that it is hypocritical of me, but those girls are so young, and while they might be well-behaved and mature for their age..." Minerva said, and Narcissa nodded.
"I know, they are not Harry... but I trust Harry's judgment, and if he decides that he wants one of them, then he trusts them with our secret Coven. Besides, the pureblood girls will have had lessons already, so it's not as if they are completely unknown to passion."
Minerva shook her head. While she was HalfBlood, she had friends who were Pureblood ladies during her youth and told her all about the lessons, as they were called. Savage, in her view, especially some of the more zealous parents who would subject their girls to practical demonstrations.
"Passion is not the word I would use to describe it. Heartless duties more like." Minerva scoffed.
"In the world of Pureblood women, that is all too true. However, I have watched him in my class and seen him during meal times. I have seen the way some of the girls have looked at him. Especially that Ravenclaw girl, Padma Patil. In fact, most of the girls look at him as if they have already seen what he has to offer." Narcissa said, and Minerva laughed lightly.
"Perhaps Harry is getting up to more trouble that we don't know about yet," Minerva suggested, and Narcissa giggled as well.
"He just might, though I know Harry would never go as far to lay with the girls without first telling us. Though maybe he has given them a sample, I wonder how fast he must have made their little hearts jump." Narcissa said almost wistfully.
"What a Coven we are, speaking about our boylover seducing young girls and older women and finding immense satisfaction at the mere thought," Minerva said with a shake of her head.
"Oh yes, and when our Coven reaches beyond these walls... no one will be able to harm Harry ever," Narcissa said, her voice filled with conviction and affection.
Meanwhile, Harry was walking alongside Nymphadora as they both followed Poppy to the hospital wing so she could give Harry a proper check-up. It wasn't a long walk, but they weren't rushing to get there, so Harry decided to pass the time by asking a question he had on his mind.
"Nymphadora..." He started but stopped when he noticed how she cringed. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's just... just call call me Tonks, alright? I'm not a huge fan of my first name, alright."
"Why? I think it's very pretty." He said, and that got a little smile out of her as she tucked some hair behind her ear, and it changed to a deep purple tinged with pink.
"Thanks. I guess if it's you, then you can call me Dora," she said, and Harry nodded.
"Brilliant, but I was really curious about your hair. How do you make it change like that?" Harry asked, and Dora smiled brightly, puffing out her chest in pride at his question.
"Well, Harry, I happen to be a Metamorphmagus! I can do all sorts of things!" She said proudly as her hair suddenly grew in length to reach below her shoulders before it bled into different colors, going from purple and pink to blue, red, blonde, black, and then back to purple and pink. Her skin also changed, going from the fair tone she had before to phasing into darker tones like Padma's or creamy tones like Hermiones and even red or green.
"That's wicked! Can you teach me to do that?" Harry asked, eyes wide. Dora giggled, and her skin and hair returned to their previous state.
"Sorry, Harry, but you got to be born this way to have this ability. And it's not just my hair and skin; I can also do my proportions as well!" Dora claimed that suddenly, she became shorter to about Harry's height, and she looked his age. She went to grin but tripped over her now oversized clothes and landed quite comically on her face, her arms stretched out comically.
"Are you okay?" Harry laughed lightly as he helped her up, and her body returned to its normal proportions.
"Yeah, always been a bit... off-balanced," Nymphadora said, brushing herself off. That's when Poppy scoffed and looked back at the two.
"You Tonks are more than just a little off-balanced; just last week, you tripped over nothing but air and sent my best set of potion flasks flying across the room!" The Matron said with a shake of her head as they reached the Hospital wing.
Stepping inside, Poppy gestured to one of the beds. "Go ahead and get comfortable, Tonks will help you," Poppy said as she stepped into her office. Shifting through her shelves, she got a few things, but something made her pause. The reflective surface especially caught her eye. She had not examined herself since last night, and she found it quite shocking.
Her skin had become nearly youthful again, her hair regaining most of its color. She looked down at herself, and after a quick glance towards the door, she decided to run her hands along herself. It was an odd feeling; it was still her body, but it was like she was tracing her memories rather than her body. She remembered these curves, this soft firmness of her hips, and the swell of her breast.
She was no stranger to how this happened but the speed at which it occurred. It was just far too quick; perhaps a mighty wizard, sure, but Harry was just a first-year boy. With this, her curiosity was more than peaked as she gathered the items she would need.
Walking back in, she sighed, seeing that Tonks had gotten Harry to strip off his shirt. But upon getting closer to what might've been just a fun bit of flirting, she saw that Tonks was very concerned with furrowed brows as her her hands traced along his bare skin. Getting closer, she saw what had caused the concern. Scars upon his body, ones that were far too large to be caused by youthful roughhousing.
"Harry, where did you get these?" Poppy asked as her trained eye traced over the marks. She couldn't believe she didn't notice them when they were together before. Her mind must have been more foggy than she thought. But looking through the marks, she recognized a few, like ones across his back, that were jagged. Judging by the angle and the length, it was made from a fit of hatred and wasn't intended to leave a mark.
Most of the scars she saw were either acts of cruelty that were easily hidden or acts of hatred. He had clear signs of abuse but not excessive; he had scars, but he wasn't covered in them. Running her finger along a scar along his shoulder, she was able to see it was something thrown at him.
"Tonks, go and retrieve the scar cream," Poppy said, and with a lingering touch, Dora nodded and quickly went to the office. "Harry, I can tell that these scars are not from simple housing; tell me," Poppy said as she summoned a chair and placed her instruments beside her on a tray.
"They're... they're from my relatives. Sometimes, they can get really angry, especially my uncle and cousin." Harry said, and Poppy reached out to take his hand.
"For how long?" Poppy asked, gently rubbing her thumb across the back of his hand.
"Since I can remember... but it's not all the time; it doesn't happen all that often," Harry said in a rushed manner, like he just wanted the conversation to be over.
"Harry! It shouldn't happen at all. This is abuse, and you shouldn't have to suffer it." Poppy said clearly, seeing him trying to brush it aside, she had experience with that with students trying to skirt around the issues that caused injuries. The only thing was that other students didn't nearly have issues this drastic or serious.
Dora then came back with a small container of bluish-white cream. Poppy took it and placed it down with her other healing tools. Turning back to Harry, she remained stern, and Harry sighed and then nodded.
"Cissa and Minnie already know. Cissa is already looking for a way for me to not live there anymore, but Minnie has an issue with it."
"Why on earth would Professor McGonagall have an issue with it?" Dora asked, taking a seat next to Poppy.
"No, not with getting me away but with how we are going to do it. She sees this as a big issue since she told us that Dumbledore is my legal Magical Guardian in the wizarding world." Harry said and then proceeded to explain everything that he knew of that was questionable under Dumbledore, such as Hagrid being the one to receive him instead of a Professor, which is protocol, and also the fact that Dumbledore has been keeping his Vault Key and gave it to Hagrid.
The more she heard, the more Poppy's eyes narrowed. Now, the condition set by Cissa, not to trust the Headmaster and to avoid him when possible, made more sense to her. Poppy then continued to dig into the issue and wanted to know the severity of his abuse, no matter how infrequent it was.
The more he revealed, the angrier she got. She could see Dora showing clear signs of displeasure, with her hair turning a fiery red tinged with crimson. Eventually, Poppy had to stop him lest she leave the castle to deal with these Muggles herself. So she set to the task of examining him, though based on what he said, she had a clear idea of what to expect.
Using her various instruments, she checked the boy, and behold, he had all the issues she had foreseen. Malnutrition, for one, the hefty meals at Hogwarts were helping, but some nutritional potions were still very much needed. This malnutrition also stunted his growth, which resulted in his below-average height.
The old injuries he had, besides the scars, were the evidence of a broken collar bone, wrist, and two of his ribs. They had healed well enough, but it was clear there was no medical aid or cast during the healing process.
During the examination, Dora took extensive notes, and due to habit, Poppy would quiz her on certain things, such as the best form of care to render for Harry. In honesty, the questions were more a way for Poppy to keep her head cool lest she lose it.
After finishing the physical check, Poppy had Harry lie down, and she brought out some Magic tools. Placing something that looked like a stethoscope, but instead of going to her ears, it was attached to her eyes like a blindfold of sorts.
"What's this?" Harry asked as the cool crystal disk and the other end were wrapped around her eyes.
"It's called a Magiscope. It's like a Stethoscope, but instead of listening for your heartbeat or lungs, it's used to see your magic flow." Dora said as she sat near him and lovingly stroked his cheek in a calming manner.
"Every Wizard and Witch has what is called a Magical Core; it is where the body absorbs ambient magic around us and then circulates it through us."
"So Muggles don't have cores?" Harry asked, and to his surprise, Poppy shook her head.
"No, they do. It's just not magical; cores are also intrinsically linked to the soul; for something or someone to not have a Core would mean they have no soul. It's the reason that potion ingredients have magical effects, even if they are from a non-magical creature. Such as a Bezeor, a simple ingredient that comes from an ordinary non-magical goat. The difference between us and Muggles is that our Cores can absorb and regulate magical energy." Poppy explained as she continued her examination.
"How do you think Muggleborns are born when most of them have no magical ancestry? It's because a Core during development in the womb could become magical, but it is rare. Purebloods would like to believe that Muggleborns are somehow inferior due to this, but it's not true. Muggleborns have no difference in magical aptitude or potency." Poppy continued, and then she brought up the Magicscope higher on him and paused.
"What is this?" She asked herself as she rose from her seated position and began to move the crystal disk around his upper body.
"What do you see?" Dora asked with furrowed brows.
"There is something... well, I'm not quite sure." She said, and through her eyes, she was seeing his magic, bright and gold with flashes of emerald green, but the farther up his body she examined, the stranger it became. Suddenly, his bright Aura began to change; it was like when someone put dye into water, tainting it.
Cloudy tendrils gunking up his Aura until she reached head. In the shape of his scar was a sickly black sludge oozing out into his magic absorbing it. Quickly going back down his body she saw the effects more clearly with context. His Core was working overtime to replace the magic that was being leeched.
Returning to his scar, she saw something else, a sort of warm magic, red and green wrapping around his head; every time the black sludge would try to enter or creep into his mind, it would be fought back.
"Madame Pomfrey?" Dora asked, concerned as Poppy took off her Magicscope and rubbed her finger over Harry's bolt-shaped scar.
"There is something... dark attached to this mark. It looks like an infection but it's not able to progress. It's leachign off your magic Harry." Poppy said and brought the Magicscope back over her eyes and examined further.
"What does that mean? What is it?" Harry asked nervously as his heart rate began to pick up.
"I'm not sure... don't panic, okay? There's something there that's protecting you as well. I'm sorry, Harry, but I've never seen anything like this before. I'm going to have to do a more thorough examination." Poppy said.
"Then what?" Harry asked, and Poppy once again took off her Magiscope.
"I'll find a way to get rid of it, but I will have to do some research. Until then, I want to keep an eye on you, so for now, every Sunday, you will come to me, and I will give you a once-over." Poppy said, concern clear in her eyes as she caressed his cheek.
Dora looked between the Matron and her new lover and propped him up as he looked more than a little worried.
"It'll be alright, Harry. Poppy's the best healer ever," Dora said, holding him to her chest. Poppy spent a few moments more checking him over but finally sighed and stood.
"I will do my best; for now, we will treat what we can. Dora, have him begin a regiment of potions for his nutritional needs and help him apply that scar cream." Poppy said as she stood and began to walk away. "I am going to head to the Library to see if I can find anything; if I can't, I will call in some favors from Saint Mungo's," Poppy said, and before she could get too far, turned back and kissed Harry soundly.
"I don't want to scare you but I won't lie to you either Harry. But whatever that is I promise I will get rid of it," She said and Harry smiled at her and leaned forward to kiss her again.
"I trust you Poppy, thank you." Harry said and with a final smile and one last kiss Poppy left Harry and Dora to start her search right away. For a moment Harry and the older girl sat their as he processed what just happen.
"Don't worry Harry, like I said Poppy's the best." Dora assured rubbing his back and Harry nodded.
"Thanks, Dora..." Harry said, though he still looked concerned, which he had every right to. Seeing him like that made her heartache; she only remembered feeling like this once. When her father died, she was devastated, but what was worse was her Mum. Hearing her cry in grief made her heart ache just like this in a way that can only happen when you feel scared or worried about someone you love.
Dora might've laughed if the situation had been different yesterday. She was a virgin with nothing in terms of romantic history save for an ex-boyfriend who spent more time wanking off to dragons than her. But this boy... this young man who had taken her virginity and had secured his place in her heart in just a few hours.
It was ridiculous but she couldn't and wouldn't fight it, she'd be there for him. And she would help where she could as she took some of the scar cream and began to lather him with it.
"This stuff will get rid of those marks no problem," She said and Harry only absently nodded at her words. Dora lightly frowned. She needed to get his mind off of the news. Help him relax a bit, and with a sly smirk, she knew just how to do it.
So once all his scars were covered, her hands began to roam, tracing every contour along the way, making him gasp as he looked back.
"Dora?"
"Like I said, just relax; Poppy will fix whatever this problem is. So just breathe and trust her." She said as her hands dipped lower, tracing down his abdomen and teased the hem of his pants.
"I-I do." He said, and Dora came into his neck and began to kiss and lick at his skin.
"Good, then let me help you get some of that tension out," She whispered as she fumbled for a moment before undoing his pants and dipping her hands down. There she felt it, the quickly hardening flesh of his member. Pulsing in her hands, warm and strong, it was still hard to believe that he had taken her. She found herself panting lightly, remembering how it was this cock that took her to heights she had never dreamed of. But more than that, it was the boy it was attached to.
"Lay back; I always wanted to try this," Dora said, getting out from behind him with a quick shimmy of his hips. Harry was fully nude, and Dora bit her lip sexily as she took off her knickers but nothing else.
Once she did, she easily straddled him, looking right down into his eyes, the concern and worry that once filled them washed away by love and desire. With a pleasure-filled hiss and whine, she lined up and dropped down. Quick and in one smooth motion, she was filled by him, and more than that, she could feel her body's natural reaction to it.
"Oh, Morganna's tits!" Dora shivered as she could feel her powers react, her pussy morphing in a way it never had before. She could feel herself become like a vice around his member, she could feel her fucking cervix lower and all but swallow his cock head. "My womb! My fucking womb is eating you up!" Dora moaned, throwing her head back.
Harry grunted, feeling it, hissing in pleasure as he could feel the tight inner fleshy gate of her womb wrap around him. Sucking on his member as if it was a second mouth inside of her gobbling him up.
"I-is that going to... oh! Happen every time?" Harry asked; they hadn't even started moving yet, and both of them were already shaking.
"I hope so!" Dora said it wasn't something she was actively doing with her powers; it seemed like it was all instinct, and she was loving it just as much as Harry.
Finally, Dora began to move, grinding her hips back and forwards as Harry's virile cock strew her insides while her pussy continued its incredible ministrations. Dora had decided early on that this was her favorite position. When she had seen those naughty magazines and other stuff, she was always attracted to this one.
And now she was doing it; it was better than she thought, seeing the boy scrunch up his face in bliss while she worked on top of him. To know it was her doing that to him, making him feel this way. It was an intoxicating feeling as she began to also bounce lightly on him. It was short, quick movements while she continued to gyrate on him.
What also added to it all was the fact that, with the exception of her panties, she was still clothed while he was not. It fed into the idea of her being the naughty older student who had enamored and captured a little firstie. Even if the reality was that Harry was the one who captured her.
"Oh, Harry, do you feel good? Better?" Dora asked, her hair changing to the deep purple tinged with pink that seemed to pulse with every wave of pleasure she felt.
"Yes! Oh, it's amazing! Keep going." Harry moaned as his hand came up to her hips while she rode him. She gasped and panted as she moved, her body shaking with every motion. Then she smirked as she now actively used her power, and her body shifted again. Becoming smaller and petite as she took on the form of herself but when she was about twelve.
"Oh we don't want the Madame to catch us!" She said her voice sounding younger and Harry groaned at the sight seeing her look like his age. In that moment thoughts of Padma and what they did in the closet came to him mind. Then the faces of the friends he fancied.
He grunted and thrust his hips upwards, and his cock slipped deeper into her clutching morphing depths. His member bumped against what could only be the back of her womb, which made the now little Nymphadora throw her head back with a loud moan. Her body quaked as she felt every nerve ending tingle like electricity shoot right from the point of impact and into her brain.
"I'm cumming! Oh!" Dora cried out as she fell against his chest, her petite body losing its form. She became big again, and Harry's head was between her melons.
Harry moaned loudly as he took one of their nipples into his mouth and sucked hard on it while he wrapped his arms around her teenage hips and drove himself up into her.
"Dora! Take it!" Harry moaned as he sucked on her tit, and Nymphadora couldn't stop shaking as her pussy convulsed and milked his length. Until finally, she felt his cock swell inside her, and suddenly, she felt her cervix grip him tight and massage his length.
The first rope of hot thick cum sprayed her insides, making her eyes roll up as his heat filled her. Oh fuck it was like her womb was actively trying to stuff it all into her tubes while he shot off into her.
Good thing she took that potion; otherwise, who knows how her Metamorph powers might've gone wild. She could already imagine how her powers would force every egg she had to become fertile, and she'd become a bloated woman with all his children.
She'd have to gain a certain amount of control of her powers so she didn't end up pregnant with quintuplets when the potion was no longer necessary.
After catching their breath, Dora lifted herself to sit on his lap, his cock still inside of her. She smiled down and bent to kiss him soundly.
"So, feel a bit better now?" she asked, and Harry smiled and kissed her again.
"Much better, thanks. I didn't mean to worry you."
"I know, but this stuff can be scary, but we'll get through it together, me, Poppy, everyone. Plus, whoever else you decide to shag rotten." Dora teased, and Harry laughed at that.
"Thanks, but for now, I feel like I might have plenty of wonderful women," Harry said, and Dora smiled.
"For now," Dora said and with a quick look over her shoulder she saw that Poppy hadn't returned. Reaching for her wand she quickly cast a privacy spell for them and began to move again.
"Why don't you tell me all about some of the other birds you fancy. If you can focus, that is." She grinned as she began to ride him again. Harry would have both a very wonderful and difficult rest of his day.
Chapter 18: Desperate Dance.
Summary:
Hey Y'all! Here's the next chapter, next one is going to be Christmas! Wanted to have a little spotlight with Minerva with this one hope it's to everyone's liking. I plan to have "Spotlight" chapters for every girl and woman in the Harem. To ensure it's not just a lust thing.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It was official: the winter break was in full swing. His friends had all gone home to celebrate with their families. Though he worried deeply for Pansy and Daphne, he'd never find peace and solace while those two still had this massive issue between them.
Then there was also his subsequent examination; true to her word, Poppy would give him a look every Sunday. Of course, only one week had passed, so there wasn't much to observe. But she made an exciting discovery, Harry and Minnie had told Poppy of the odd occurence during their second-ever lovemaking sensation.
Due to the leech on his magic, his Core worked overtime to produce and absorb magic. Essentially, this meant he radiated magic, especially during times of high emotion. Due to this, during something like lovemaking, his magic would meld into his lovers'.
This usually happens between a Wizard and his lover since a Wizard's seed would naturally make that connection. It was the reason behind the rejuvenating effects. But in Harry's case, because of his condition, his magic had become very potent, and by proxy, so has his seed, which would be the reason behind the unnatural rejuvenation the older women experienced, especially Poppy and Minnie. This meant that his magic naturally affected those around him during high emotional states.
In Minnie's case, it manifested by his desires bleeding into hers; he was used to the rough and wild lovemaking that Cissa enjoyed with him. And so he imprinted that desire on Minerva during their time together; however, now that he's been made aware of his lovers' preferences, he hasn't had a repeat occurrence.
It would be interesting to see how this affected individuals outside the bounds of their Coven or if he was able to affect those around him even without sexual intercourse. At least that is what Poppy had said, and she was still hard at work researching this dark magic that had latched itself onto him and the mysterious protective magic within him as well.
As for Narcissa, she had to leave the Castle as she had told him. She had no real excuse for not attending the Yule Ball that Lucius was hosting, but she made it clear that it was the last thing she wanted to do. The nights leading up to the break were spent with her milking every drop she could get from Harry.
To be 'topped off' as Dora would say. Nymphadora also returned home to her family. So, in the Castle, the only ones left were himself, Poppy, and Minerva, along with some other staff members and a handful of students, mainly the Weasleys.
So, Harry was just wandering the halls of Hogwarts; it was imposing now that it was empty. The Castle felt melancholy now that she was bereft of her student body. With all the moving parts that go on in the Castle, it made her feel like more of a living thing than a structure.
Harry was making his way to the seventh floor when he suddenly felt a throb in his scar. He hissed as his hand flew to it momentarily, but it faded just as fast. He didn't have time to ponder it or worry as a voice made him spin on the steps he was ascending.
"M-Mister P-Potter, I was h-hoping to have a m-moment of your time." The stuttering voice of Quirniess Quirrell. Harry did his best not to cringe; he found the Defence Against the Dark Arts interesting, but Professor Quirrell left much to be desired. He wasn't a power-abusive tyrant bully like Snape, but his inability to complete sentences was... grating.
It wasn't just that, though. Quirrell also had a courage problem—a rather major one, too. That wasn't a surprise, given his lessons, or that he fainted during the night of the troll incident. But again, at least he wasn't Snape.
"Professor, good afternoon." Harry greeted, and the Professor seemed to twitch but smiled back.
"Y-Yes, I just couldn't help but notice t-that you w-were quite advanced i-in terms of our p-practical lessons. I'd h-hoped you'd b-be interested in more advanced assingments g-going forward." Quirrell stuttered out, and Harry tilted his head.
"Advanced? What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"W-well, unlike y-your p-peers, you have an unusually fast g-grasp on certain sp-spells. I thought that p-perhaps you'd b-benefit from more advanced assignments t-to push yourself." Quirrell said.
"Is that allowed? And what about the theory assignments?"
"Not to w-worry, this is only f-for your p-practical practice. Your w-written assignment w-will remain the same." Quirrell said, and Harry took a moment to think.
"Well, sure, why not?" he said with a shrug. When he did, he felt the slightest throb from his scar, but it only lasted less than a moment.
"B-Brilliant, if you d-do well then p-perhaps at later on, I m-may be able to g-give you an advacment t-test."
"Advancement test?"
"N-Nothing to w-worry about now. Have a pleasent day Mister Potter." Quirrell said before turning on his heel and going back down the stairs. Harry couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as Quirrell left. It was an odd encounter, but not overly so. With that done, Harry continued on his way up to the seventh-floor corridor.
Perhaps it was his unforgettable adventure with the girls, but he had found himself wanting to explore the Castle much more. And there was no better time than now when most of the students were gone, and he had no classes. Looking around, he didn't spot much; it was just a tapestry with a wizard trying to teach Trolls how to dance.
Examining it, he found it quite humorous; some things in the wizarding world seemed right out of a cartoon. That was just one of the gifts of magic that made life that much more interesting. He was so engrossed in looking at the tapestry, walking back and forth, and wondering about what other exciting things he could find in Hogwarts.
Then, something caught his ear, like a scrapping of stone and a groan of metal. Turning, he was taken off guard when he saw a large set of double doors behind him on the opposite wall that he was sure was not there before.
"What?" He wondered aloud as he approached the doors, looking them over and giving them an experimental knock. Going to one of them, he pushed and, with a bit of effort, managed to swing it open, and his eyes, if possible, went even more expansive.
It was a room that stretched on without end. What's more, it was filled to the brim with odds and ends. Furniture stacked higher than even his relative's house and then some. Desks, chairs, wardrobes, trunks, beds, boxes, you name it, were probably here.
Walking through this maze of objects, he saw paintings, books, and scrolls. It was overwhelming. Walking over to one of the scrolls, he picked it up and unfurled the red scroll. He was met with the golden sheen of the paper. There was a sudden glow, and a vermillion bird burst forth in a shower of red dust from the scroll. Circled him thrice before diving back into the scroll.
"Whoa!" Harry exclaimed and put the scroll back; we were going to look for another, but a sudden swoosh and popping sound caught his attention. Walking around a spire of furniture, he looked around a corner and saw a little creature.
It was Humanoid in appearance, but it barely reached his waist in stature, and he was short for his age. Another thing the Poppy had her sights on fixing was that it was dressed in some sort of sack. No, it was more like a tunic of sorts patchworked with different fabrics. Then there were its floppy ears, long and pointed, as it placed a bag on a pile before wiping its hands.
Harry is so concerned with the creature that he fails to notice his knee getting close to a chair. He then accidentally bumped into it, and it groaned as it slid across the floor ever so slightly. But it was enough as the creature turned, revealing its large golden eyes and pointed nose.
"A student? In the come-and-go Room? Oh dear, oh dear." The creature said as it approached, its voice squeaky and high-pitched. "A student shouldn't be in here so easy to get lost. Come, come. Bitsy will show you the way." The creature said, waving its hand as it walked past Harry.
"Wait, what are you?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Bitsy be's a House-Elf of Hogwarts; Bitsy be taking care of the castle while students in classes," Bitsy said as she kept walking. Harry followed behind her but still looked around the Room.
"You said this is the come-and-go Room? Why was it hidden?" Harry asked.
"Oh, the Room is a place we House-Elves use to store lost and misplaced things. The Room is very mysterious; Bitsy doesn't know all about it. But Bitsy has seen students use the Room before."
"Use it how? To hide things?" Harry asked.
"Oh, sometimes... but Bitsy has seen students make the room into all sorts of things," Bitsy said.
"Make the room into all sorts of things; what do you mean?"
"Bitsy isn't sure. When Bitsy is in the Room with other Elves, it is always like this. But the students Bitsy has seen over the years would pace then enter, and the Room would be different." After walking more, Bitsy returned Harry to the door and smiled with a bow.
"So you said they'd pace?" Harry asked as they stepped out of the Room, and Bitsy nodded.
"Yes, Bitsy be seeing them pace before the doors, then they change," Bitsy said, and Harry looked at the doors momentarily and started to walk in front of them. He didn't know if this would work, but he did and wondered how the Room would change. At first, he imagined a bedroom, somewhere for him and his loved ones to relax or maybe a place to study and practice spells.
After his third pace in front of the door, it began to shift, and he stopped. The double doors shrank to a single one about the size of a regular door. Excited, he opened it, looked inside, and saw a merging of his two thoughts. It was a spacious and comfortable room that looked like a cross between the Slytherin common room and dormitory, complete with a study desk and a training dummy at the far end.
With a smile, he closed the door again and paced three times, thinking of a warm kitchen. Like last time, the door shifted slightly, and he entered to see a muggle kitchen, but his imagination had warped it to have a wizarding look.
"This is so amazing! Thank you so much, Bitsy!" Harry said, turning to the little Elf. Bitsy merely shook her head and bowed.
"Bitsy be needing no praise; Bitsy is pleased to serve," Bitsy said, and then she suddenly swirled out with a pop. Harry was amazed, not knowing that teleportation was possible in such a way! But his amazement had to wait as he grinned and made his way out of the seventh floor and down.
Navigating the halls was easy as he made his way to Minnie's classroom and her office in the back. Opening the door, Minerva looked up. Her hair was done up in a bun, and she wore a loose-fitting gown. She looked up, and her beautiful face lit up in a smile.
"Harry, how wonderful to see you; what's got you grinning from ear to ear?" Minnie asked, leaning on her hand, her eyes meeting his. Seeing her like this made his heart flutter and spine tingle. She was so mature and elegant, with an air of confidence that was similar to yet completely different from Narcissa's.
"Well, I found something. It's brilliant. You should come to look!" Harry exclaimed, going around her desk to take her hand.
"Harry, I have a few more papers to get through," she said but still turned in her chair to face him, and Harry pouted cutely.
"Come on! I promise it will be worth it!" Harry said, and Minnie sighed but stood nonetheless as Harry led her out.
"You're Taking me on adventures already; Narcissa will be green with envy," Minnie said teasingly, and Harry laughed. But will it be as exciting as that little adventure with your friends you told us about?" Minerva asked, and Harry stumbled a bit in his stride as he laughed again, this time nervously.
When he told his girlfriends about him and his friends streaking naked and invisible through the Castle, they teased him senselessly for it. Nymphadora and Narcissa especially. But of course, by telling them, he also informed them of his suspicions about someone trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.
Minerva was greatly perturbed by this and berated him for being reckless. Still, no one was hurt, so she forgave him, mainly after he ate her out in apology. In any case, there was no reason for his friends to investigate any further now that Snape was gone, and so far, no other incidents had occurred.
It didn't take much longer to reach the come-and-go Room. With a grin, he paced in front just like before and imagined a potions lab. But for him, thoughts of a potions lab, thoughts of Narcissa's classroom, and the fun times he had with his girlfriends in that class flooded his mind. Turns out that focusing on certain things was quite difficult for a young boy's mind. Especially one with a life as exciting as his.
Regardless, the door appeared out of the wall, growing from the stone into a wooden door with metal bearings. Minnie's eyes went wide as she saw this and was urged inside by Harry, who flushed, seeing how his wild thoughts affected the Room. It was a potion lab, but images were plastered across the walls. Photos were like the ones Narcissa came to love to take—images of his memories and fantasies fully displayed.
Images of Narcissa, Poppy, Nymphadora, and Minnie all dressed in lewd and slutty outfits, from altered robes to school uniforms that were several sizes too small to lingerie. Harry buried his head in his hands in embarrassment. It wasn't like he made it a secret how much he thought and fantasized about his loves. However, having it so broadly displayed without his intention was embarrassing.
"Well, this is certainly something," Minnie said, a heat resting on her cheeks as well. She was, of course, amazed at the find Harry had discovered, but she was more drawn to the images on the wall. Especially her ones, who were dressed in such scandalous clothing. Despite her sexual awakening and acceptance that she found with Harry and the other women, she still wasn't quite so brazen.
But looking at herself, the way Harry thought of her, how... incredible she looked. How sexy and desirable, it made her wet and shiver.
"Do you really want me to wear things like this?" She asked and smiled at the flushed look Harry had. A beast in bed, taught by Narcissa, but something like this makes him all flustered. Oh, how she loved him.
"I didn't mean for this... let's just focus on the room!" He sputtered out, and Minerva laughed.
"So this room can change?" Minerva asked, and Harry nodded. With a thought, she walked out with Harry and paced in front of the door like he did. The door shifted slightly, and upon entering again, the Room was no longer a lewdly decorated potion lab but a replica of her home, or rather, her living room. Hardwood floors, fluffy rugs, and a plush armchair. The walls were decorated with dozens of awards from her time as a student and beyond.
"Harry, this is incredible; you discovered the room of requirement!" Minerva said.
"The elf I met said it was the Come and Go room."
"That's another name for it; mainly, the elves call it that. But this Room is special; it's one of Hogwart's hidden secrets. Created by Rowena Ravenclaw, the Room can shift into whatever you desire. You just need to focus." Minerva explained, then smiled teasingly at Harry. "Which would explain why the room you came up with was so interestingly decorated," Minnie said, making Harry pout a bit.
"So it can change into anything?" Harry asked, looking around. "What is this place anyway?" He asked.
"It's my home or rather my living room," Minerva explained, and Harry went over to the rewards on the wall.
"Prefect, Headgirl... Magi-Decathlon champion?" Harry spoke, reading out some of the labels.
"Yes, during my time as a student, Hogwarts held many events like that. Decathlon's, brewing contests, even a Winter ball. Over the years many of the events were retired or just never came back around. The only one that stuck around was Quidditch."
"Why?" Harry asked, and Minerva sighed.
"Changing of the times, I suppose, or preferences of the Headmasters. Armando Dippet was the Headmaster during my time as a student. Dumbledore took his place next; of course, there were wars to consider as well." Minerva said, sitting on the chair. Looking through the awards, he saw a trophy for Quidditch.
"You played Quidditch too! Is there anything you didn't do?" Harry asked with a broad smile, one that made Minerva swoon.
"Yes, I played. I took a nasty fall due to a foul during my last match against Slytherin last year. We still won in the end, and now I look forward to seeing my Lions crush them. No offense, Harry." Minerva said with a pleased smirk. Harry just laughed.
"Well, Gryffindor can win all they want; I already have the best prize anyway, " he said, seizing the opportunity to turn the tables. It worked, as Minerva smiled radiantly, very pleased with his statement.
"So what do you miss most from all this?" Harry asked as Minerva felt a heat inside her from his last flirtatious tease.
"The Winter Ball was always such a fantastic event. The dancing, decoration and the music. The others were fun, of course, but the Ball was special." Minerva said.
"I've never been to a dance before, let alone a Ball," Harry admitted. Minerva looked around and got a fantastic little idea. Standing up from the chair, she closed her eyes, her thoughts racing with memories of Winter Balls past, and the Room swam around them. Harry stumbled back as the Room shifted, becoming more prominent and taller.
You could easily fit the student body in here now, or at least a good chunk of them. The floor was polished Marble, and a twinkling night sky was above it. A cool fog covered the floor, flowing down the walls from the clouds above, and a gentle classical tune rang through the Room.
"Harry, would you turn around a moment?" Minerva asked, and his attention returned to her before he nodded and turned. Behind him, there was a dull glow and a slight shimmer sound, if shimmers had sounds.
"O-Okay, Harry, turn around," Minerva said, and he did. His heart leaped, and his eyes went wide. Minerva McGonagall, in all her splendid Mature glory, had transfigured herself into a dress. Not just any dress. It was Red with gold Accents. It dipped low down her chest nearly to her belly button, and her breasts were beautifully presented. A strap of fabric over each gave a glorious cleavage and view of the sides. The straps were up and around her neck. The dress was snugly revealing a figure beautifully with her wide hips. The sides of the skirt were slit, so there was a flap in the front and back with gold fabric every few inches holding them together around her legs.
Turning in place for him, Harry saw the back despite the gold fabric straps holding the two flaps together for her skirt. The split was still high and wide enough that he saw the outer edges of her round bum and the tuck where her bum met her legs. That wasn't even mentioning that there was no back to this dress. Harry had seen Minerva naked; she had pleasured him with her mouth; they had made loved; they had fucked. And yet she stole his breath with this outfit as easily as casting a spell.
For her part, Minerva's heart was hammering in her chest. When she got to talking about the old Winter Balls, she felt the urge to show Harry and maybe even show him a little bit of dancing. Then she had this sinful idea and gathered all her Gryffindor courage to do it. She could never imagine doing something like this ever before, and even now, it was so far from something she would normally do, even with her new relationships.
But the way Harry looked at her, the way it seemed that he saw nothing else but her. She understood that much more every time Narcissa would gush about being seen as a treasure in Harry's eyes. To have all that wonder, love, and affection pointed solely at her. It was enough to make her knees shake and her eyes mist.
"What do you think?" She asked, though the answer was obvious.
"I love you," Harry said with such conviction and zeal that Minerva nearly sobbed.
"Would you care for a dance, Harry?" She asked, holding out a dainty hand that Harry had rushed to take.
"I never danced before." He said, a nervous warble in his voice.
"Just let me guide you; you'll get it down in no time, " she said, and at just the right time, she began to lead Harry. It wasn't a waltz or grand dance. It was slow, a slow step here, a sway there. Mainly, the two just spun leisurly in place.
Harry's eyes never left her face, well, mostly. With his height and her revealing dress, his eyes were expected to wander. But they always returned to her own. As they danced, she guided him, and he wasn't all that bad in truth. Perhaps they could make this their thing, dancing like this.
Though chills would run up and down her spine with Harry's hand. It wasn't his fault, but again, his hand that was meant to be on her waist was lower due to his height. And with the style of dress she made, his bare fingers rubbed along the small of her back.
"Am I doing well?" he asked, and Minerva nodded.
"Yes, you are. Thank you, Harry. I can't remember how long it's been since I danced like this. It's just another thing you've returned to me."
"Did you go to the Winter Balls every year?"
"Only third years and older were allowed to attend. But when I was able, I did. Every time, and it was nice."
"Just nice?" Harry asked her.
"Well, before I met you, I would say they were lovely. But now, since it wasn't you in my arms those nights, yes, they were just nice, " she said. For a moment, she debated revealing more and decided to do so.
"That wasn't all; I told you I never was with anyone before you. There was this one boy my age back then that I fancied. He'd ask me to attend the dances, and I would say yes. I thought he was the one for me. But it wasn't so. I thought he'd ask me again in the last year of school, but... instead, he asked another girl."
"I was heartbroken. I thought we had something special, but apparently, it wasn't as strong as I thought, as if it was ever real at all. He was the one I gave my virginity to, and still, he didn't choose me. After that year, I never looked back. I threw myself into my work, never giving thought to my desires or my needs again. I simply forgot them, but I found them again with you. I remembered how it felt to be a woman, loved, desired, and cherished. I can't thank you enough, Harry." Minerva finished professing, and Harry blushed, not from embarrassment, just pure happiness.
"It wasn't just me." He weakly stated.
"Narcissa might've placed the Domino's, but you were the one who made them fall into place. If it wasn't you, if it was any other boy or man, I'd never would've stayed. Potion or not, if it wasn't you, Harry Potter, I never would've fallen in love again. I love you." Minerva said, her mature beauty and incredible poise capturing him as she gazed at him with the same devotion he saw in Narcissa's eyes.
"I love you too," Harry said, and Minerva bent down and kissed her young lover passionately.
"Then, please, Harry, give me my final dance again. Sweep me away like how I wanted to be when I was a young woman." She said, her eyes swimming with affection. Harry smiled, and there was the sound of a wosh as they both looked and saw the Room had created a bed for them, matching the winter theme of the ballroom.
Harry grabbed her hand, and the music still played softly and tinkling like a backdrop to a winter wonderland, though now there was a sensual tilt to it. It was still fantastical and not really lewd, but it just sounded more romantic and earnest.
Spinning around gently, Minerva tumbled into the bed, and at that moment, she wasn't the older Professor who had gained a new lease on life with a new body and youth. She was a young woman again, in her last year of Hogwarts after the Winter Ball, and she was about to lay in the arms of the one she loved above all else.
"That guy you mentioned... he's an idiot," Harry said, seeing her lying on the bed in her incredible dress. The bright red and gold accented the winter theme around them, contrasting vibrantly.
This was it, the loving moment. He didn't realize it, but this was finally it. For Narcissa, it was the moment she took his virginity that Halloween night, giving him a memory to cherish instead of the constant reminder of his parent's death.
He loved all the women he was with; how could he not? But this was the moment it came to fruition, no potion, no audience, just them. Not pure lust, not a sense of friskyness, just love and longing.
"He was, but he gave me the greatest gift, the chance to be with you. I cannot imagine my life without you now, Harry. No matter how large the Coven may grow, I know there will be room in your heart for all of it." She said, gripping the skirt of her dress and raising it up, bunching it at her waist, exposing the long legs, milky and soft, leading to her bare snatch.
"Make love to me," Minerva whispered out as she spread her legs, the heels she transfigured for herself digging into the bed and holding her legs bent and in place. Harry quickly shimmed off his pants and boxers, crawling into bed after her. He knew just what she wanted, and lining up with her entrance, he slowly and tenderly fed his cock into her cunt.
She gasped, her head going back, and she shuddered from the feel of being taken by him. Her mind flashed with fantasies, the last year of Hogwarts for her, and after what would be her final Winter Ball as a Student, she was giving her most precious gift to the one boy she loved.
It would have been perfect if only it had happened fifty-seven years ago. But no, it was happening now, and while it took a while, it was well worth the wait. Her past was her past; she was a new woman now, with a face and body that she had not had in years. With a boy thrusting into her depths better than any man could ever hope for, she was more than content. She was happy and elated; pure bliss is how she was.
"Harry~ My love!" Minerva moaned, her heels coming off the bed as her legs wrapped around Harry's waist. This was her favorite position, to be able to gaze at him as he brought pleasure to them both. To hold him tight with her legs to ensure that every drop would be inside her.
"Minerva, you're so beautiful and incredible. I love you, Minnie!" Harry moaned, leaning down his head in her cleavage as he pulled the fabric to the side to expose her breast. He latched onto her nipples, sucking and gently nibbling as he plunged his cock deep into her.
It was slow but long strokes into her depths that made her legs quake as she held them firm around his waist. Her hand dug into his hair as he sucked on her nipple, her other hand held firm in his, interlaced with their fingers.
Her velvety walls fluttered around him; every time he'd pull out, she'd squeeze and tighten, trying to hold him in place, only to come undone when he'd thrust back in. A slow, tender, but passionate dance that made both of them tremble.
"Oh, Harry, look at me. Let me see your eyes." Minerva moaned as she could feel the pressure building in her. He looked up from his lavish attention at her breast, and their eyes locked, and just like that, with a thrust into her, she came.
She cried out; it was explosive yet tender and powerful. She bit her lip. Her body shook, and her pussy became a vice as it desperately pulsed around his length.
"Keep going, love me, fill me," Minerva said, her body still shivering from her orgasm high. Harry kept going, pumping in and out of her; it was heaven, like always. But it felt more charged this time, and he was glad about it.
He pumped into her more and more, increasing and altering his pace to bring her the most pleasure. But he never fucked her; he could've, but no, he made love to her. Proper true love, a passionate, tender intertwining of their bodies and souls.
"Minnie, I'm going to cum."
"Yes... me too!" She gasped as she held his head and pushed it between her breasts. With a moan, they both reached their peak, Minerva's eyes rolled as with the electrifying pleasure brought by him, and there was a flood of pure heat in her depths. Harry's groaned as his cock pulsed and throbbed in her milking snatch. Painting her insides white and filling her up.
"Oh, I love you so much," Minerva moaned and looked down at Harry's smiling face. Minerva smiled back and curled herself up to kiss him, then rolled them over, keeping him trapped inside her.
Now she was on top, straddling his lap, and with a saucy wink and a playful bite on his lips, she ground herself against him. Stirring his cock like a ladle inside her depths. And it soon evolved into a loving and sensual rise and fall.
She rode him, but not crazy and wildly like how Narcissa or Nymphadora would've. No, this was something else; it was gentle and ethereal. It was pleasure and affection, desire and pure ardor.
She moaned loudly as she moved, and Harry's face scrunched in pleasure as his hands gripped her thighs. He felt her softness and the contraction in her legs with every movement that brought them to the peaks. Looking up at her, her hair was still in a bun but with loose strands coming free around her face. Pure elegance as her mouth was in a permanent O shape as she rode Harry and occasionally cutely bit her lips.
In that moment, Harry wanted nothing more than to bring her pleasure but also to capture the moment. And no sooner than he thought that there was the sound of a snapping camera. Minerva ignored it in favor of continuing. But Harry looked over and saw a floating camera that had spit out a photograph that fluttered to the floor.
Ignoring it, he returned to the woman above him. She leaned down to kiss him, and the Camera kept taking interval pictures of the act. The continued slow and sensual yet so passionate and heated. It didn't take long for Harry to reach his second climax and Minerva's her third.
She became faster above him, grinding down hard as her breath came in short and fast. She clamped down, squeezing him once again, and he ejaculated into her. Minerva had a most beautiful bloating feeling now, her womb filled to the brim with her lover's semen.
"Have I said I love you?" Minerva whispered, her face flushed, her body trembling as she began to move again.
"Yes," Harry said, and Minerva moaned.
"I love you." She said again, and to Harry, those three words from his girlfriends would always be the most incredible feeling. The night stretched on, and Minerva would get back to her grading in the morning, but right now. All she wanted was another round. And one after that and after that.
Meanwhile in the Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, was having a horrible time. She had returned home for the holiday against her wishes, but it still needed to be done. To see her Husband walk around awkwardly after she had Imperioused him to get that neutering from the private family doctor brought her so much joy.
And after spending so much time with Harry leading up to her departure, she thought for sure she'd be able to hold out until she returned. But here she was, a conjured toy she had copied from a Witches Weekly adult magazine in her hands shaped like her lover's cock, and she was pounding it into her soaking snatch with reckless abandon.
She was a slut for Harry, which she would never deny. She loved him so much, but this wasn't the first time she spent some time away from him. But now, it felt as if she was... oh, it felt like she was dying. His phantom touch swept over her, his hands, his lips, his cock. His eyes and smile swirled in her head, and his voice rang in her ears.
Something was wrong. She loved him desperately more than anything. But this... this was more than desperation; this was something deeper and stronger.
Narcissa was stifling her moans with her hands, but no matter how hard or how deep she plunged that accursed toy into her, it did nothing; it might as well not even be there.
She soon wrenched the pumping toy out of her pussy and threw it aside. Going to the hard wooden post, she ground her pussy against the rounded nub at the top. Hoping the hard surface would bring some relief, but to no avail.
She could feel the pressure, but it was like her pleasure sensor was turned off. She rubbed and pinched her clit furiously but to no avail.
"Fuck!" Narcissa cried and began to all but slam her pussy against the wooden nub in pure crazed desperation. That is when a knock at the door made her head whip around, and a scowl formed on her face.
"Mother, Father, we request your presence to discuss the Yule Party we are hosting." Draco's muffled voice sounded, and Narcissa growled like a feral animal.
"Piss off Draco! I will not tell you again!"
"But Father-"
"I DON'T CARE; LEAVE!" She screamed, and she could barely hear the stumble of shock from the other side of the door, but Narcissa didn't care. Being kind to her son or even polite to anyone at the moment was impossible for her. She flung herself back on the bed and began to plunge her fingers into her cunt.
Her bed was soaked, and the amount of leaking juices weeping from her folds would make Poppy sedate her for fear of her health. Her thighs were red and wet from rubbing so much, and her fingers were pruned up hours ago.
"T-think Narcissa! What's... fuckfuckfuck! What's happening!?" She cried. She was spastic at this point as her mind tried to rationalize what was happening.
And it hit her through the haze of Harry that filled her mind, body, and soul. The potion was the only thing she was imbibing that was different than usual. The potion she had explicitly made to heighten the arousal and desire for her love. The potion that she had experimented with on only herself.
And Poppy, with her examination of Harry, knew just how potent his seed was. She had an idea before, but now she knew the truth about it much better. And if that was the case, then, with a mixture of the potion, both the experimental ones and the final product, along with the fact that she was exposed to so much more of the dose than any of the other women.
It wasn't just a potion anymore; it was a drug, and she had no idea if it was the overexposure or just the act of having the potion itself. Did this mean that Nymphadora, who was the only one beside herself to leave Harry for the Holliday's suffering as she was?
It also meant that her desperate plan to run buck naked into the Floo and straight back to Hogwarts and Harry's arms wouldn't work. It would just make it worse. Her body needed to purge it on its own, the lingering effect of the potion, and once it has, she will return to the average cock hungry slut she was before.
So with that, she pulled her hands away from her weeping pussy and gripped the fabric of her bed. The ache returned or rather never left, but now it was worse, and Narcissa knew she had not the strength to resist it. So, with weak legs, she tumbled out of her bed and crawled along to her dresser to grab her wand.
Stumbling back like a drunk whore she threw herself back into her soaked bed. With a tremendous amount of effort, She conjured ropes, binding her hands and ankles to the bed posts, and then with even more, she tossed her wand away.
Now she was trapped; the oh-so-special Yule party wouldn't be for a few more days yet. Hopefully, by then, she can be a functioning witch with just the average cock lust she had.
"D-Dobby!" she called out and heard a pop outside the door. Thankfully, the Elves knew better than to appear in her room unless specified.
"Yes, Mistress?" Dobby called.
"U-Until I- shit! Until I call you again, no one is to bother me or enter!" She growled, already struggling against her bonds; if she was thinking straight, she might've considered things like water and food, but she wasn't in the suitable head space right now.
"I understand; Dobby will do his best!" The Elf called and popped away. Narcissa groaned pathetically, her hips coming up off the bed as she dry-humped the air.
"Fuck!"