Harry Potter, The Spark
Fallen1
Summary:
Harry Potter is not the Boy who Lived, but he is the Man who conquered. Voldemort still killed his family ealry on but that took place years ago and when Harry grew up he defeated the Dark Lord completely in 1976. Now eight years later during his second year as the Defense against the Dark Arts professor Harry is ready to let it go and move on with his life and start living to his fullest. Little did he know that this would open him up to a very old kind of magic one that would lead to the most surprising and pleasurable situations he could have never dreamed of.
Chapter 1: Padma's Spark
Chapter Text
Harry Potter had experienced much in his life. That tends to happen when you fight in a war, but most of those experiences were negative. Rage, hatred, agony, death, and destruction he was more familiar with these things than anyone had a right to be. Harry remembered with almost perfect clarity that day when Voldemort took his parents from him. Killed them both right in front of his eyes, he was just a toddler at the time but still, he could see their cold dead eyes peering lifelessly back at him. Then when the Dark Lord went to kill him his magic responded blasting the Dark Lord away. It got fuzzy after that but from what he's been told the Dark Lord fled when the Aurors arrived in force and he was found in the center of what they described as a blast zone.
Growing up wasn't easy, despite his Godfather, Sirius Black, trying his best to make his childhood happy Harry could never shake the nightmares. And Sirius couldn't escape the war any more than Harry would be able to when he grew up. He remembered it was his second year of Hogwarts when he got the letter informing him of Sirius's death during a botched raid. His team was completely outnumbered, it was a trap. His body had barely gone cold when Dumbledore swooped in to take over Harry's guardianship. Harry had always been an observant kid and he knew something wasn't right, he never even got to hear Sirius's will before Dumbledore told him about his new hold over Harry's life. With that hold, Harry's life became more and more difficult as Dumbledore did a piss poor job as a guardian but excelled at making Harry feel angry and hopeless. But only so much as he wouldn't mind dying for what few friends he had. Eventually, Harry learned of the Horcruxes and that Voldemort had made some. Then it also clicked in his head why Dumbledore wanted control of him.
The incident when he was just a toddler made Dumbledore believe that Harry was also a Horcrux even though Harry could remember that he sent Voldemort flying before he could do anything. Dumbledore was setting him up to die, getting his life into such a position that dying wasn't something he would fight against if he could protect his friends. But even Dumbledore couldn't control everything. His half-hearted high moral strategy to combat the Dark Lords' forces left nothing but bodies on their side and prison breaks every other weekend for the enemy. Harry and most of his friends and finally he had enough, he revealed everything he knew about Dumbledore's plan for him and even dosed the Old man with Veritaserum during a meeting with the Order to prove it.
The game changed after that and Dumbledore was put away for the time being while Harry took control at the ripe old age of sixteen. They cast to kill now, and immediately the chinks in Voldemort's Army showed. When you have an army of pompous spoiled purebloods you're not exactly getting the best of the best. Voldemort knew that Albus would never allow for killing as it would mean he stooped down to Voldemort's level and that is exactly why Voldemort was winning. But Harry changed that and not everyone was happy with it but they couldn't argue with the results.
They went on for a few months and finally with the last dregs of Voldemort's army being slain Harry faced the Dark Lord in single combat. Harry had been preparing his whole life for the confrontation mastering every possible spell he could that would bring the Dark Lord to his knees. And did he ever, Voldemort was arrogant and so did not take the battle with a sixteen-year-old Harry seriously. That was his downfall because Harry had no problem playing dirty.
The battle was fierce those that gazed upon it would say that it was like two demons had entered their world to do battle but Voldemort's arrogance assured his downfall as Harry landed a fatal blow. And wounded as he was Voldemort was helpless as Harry burned him alive with Fiendfyre leaving nothing but scorched earth when he was done.
And like that the war was over, thanks to the new brutal tactics used by Harry many of the backward pureblood supremacists were killed meaning there was no one left to argue when change after change came to the Wizengamot ridding them of much of their powers and leveling the playing field for Muggleborns and Half-bloods alike. But now Harry was faced with a new dilemma. His earliest memory was of his parents getting murdered and his life had always been about fighting Voldemort.
So with the Dark Lord dead, there was nothing for him to do, he was lost for many years. That was until McGonagall reached out to him about a teaching position at Hogwarts. For DADA, his first instinct was to toss it aside and just rot in his solitude. But then he thought about it, he had nothing to live for really, his friends were dead and everyone he considered family was dead. He had nothing to lose and nothing better to do. So against his not-so-good judgment, he agreed and would be a professor for a year.
What a year it was, he was a bit abrasive at first as the students were naturally curious but when he made it clear he wasn't going to talk about the war he found that he enjoyed the position. Teaching students how to defend themselves and about dark and scary creatures. The castle which had once felt like a prison at times with Dumbledore now breathed new life into his soul. He laughed, truly laughed for the first time in years when working with his students and he even made connections with his fellow professors. Most of them were far older than him but there was one he grew especially close to.
Aurora Sinistra, the Dark skinned beautiful Astronomy professor. She was only a few years older than him, with him being twenty-four and her being Thirty-four though she didn't look it at all. She became his rock and he would tell her a lot of things about the war and she in turn supported him. He felt alive again, and he felt loved. So after his first year, he came back for his second and it had only been a few weeks but it was already shaping up to be a good one.
"You got that far-off look in your eye again." A voice said as Harry smirked, he was currently in the shower in his private quarters and he looked over to see Aurora walking in. Her gorgeous dark skin and midnight black hair shone in the light and her hazel eyes danced with mirth as she looked at him dressed in only a towel.
"That's what the showers are meant for, deep thoughts." He joked as she giggled lightly and dropped her towel and stepped in to join him. He would never tire of seeing her naked body, she was so slender with just the right amount of toned muscle to keep everything tight and yet still look soft and feel soft. He turned to greet his eyes falling on her perky B-cup breast and her dark nipples. Knowing that he was looking Aurora gave her chest a little shake and giggled as she noticed Harry's reaction, or rather a part of him reacted as his member began to harden.
Harry wasted no time as he pulled her close pressing his hardening member against her and claimed her neck as he nibbled and kissed it bringing out a moan from her.
"Thoughts aren't the only thing that can go deep in a shower." Aurora teased as she gasped as Harry grasped her firm bum and kneaded the flesh in his hands pressing her body harder to his.
"We have time." She whispered, Harry had always gotten up very early, a habit she picked up after spending so many nights with him so their classes wouldn't start for another two hours at least. Harry needed no further prompting as he claimed his chocolate goddess's lips for himself and took one hand from her ass to her breast massaging it and pinching the nipple at times.
He had never done things like this before during the war and his first time was shared with Aurora, and since then he had been determined to learn all he could about pleasing her. Because as good as he was at dealing out death, he wanted to be better at giving pleasure, and making her happy made him euphoric. In more ways than one.
"How do you want it?" Harry asked pulling back and sticking his cock between her legs teasing her entrance but never penetrating her. Aurora moaned as her arms circled his neck and she stared into his emerald green eyes. Even with the scar going diagonal over his left eye and down to his jaw he still looked unbelievably gorgeous to her. Maybe even more so with the scar.
"I want you to pin me to this wall, then do your best to shake the castle as you fuck me." She whispered huskily into his ear and Harry was more than happy to oblige as he reached down to grab her legs and lifted them up. Circling his arms around her as he did as she requested and pinned her to the wall. When he did he kissed her ravenously savoring the taste of her lips as their tongues battled for dominance but Aurora was quickly losing that battle.
Harry then pulled back his hips and flexed his cock so that he could find Aurora's entrance rubbing his bulbous head across her lips before pushing forward slowly entering her. Feeling every inch of his dick sink into her warm velvety walls as she gasped in pleasure from his presence inside her. Aurora couldn't help but think back to when she first met him, She had just applied for the teaching position eight years ago a few months after Harry had defeated the Dark Lord. She remembers seeing him in her class and she couldn't help but feel odd that such a young man had the same look in his eye as other older war-hardened veterans.
Even knowing what he had been through it was still odd to her at the time, then there were the nights he would spend in the Astronomy tower. Looking at the stars and unable to sleep. She never made a move on him then but was always supportive of him. Encouraging him to talk even though he never did. She could've never guessed that the young sixteen-year-old hero she had met then would become so close to her now.
"Fuck." Harry groaned out, no matter how many times he was with Aurora he swore up and down that it was always as good as the first. Aurora herself was shocked given Harry's impressive size, with how hard they sometimes went she worried that she would feel loose for him after a time but she never did. She was curious as to why that was but didn't care all that much as she just enjoyed the blessing of constantly being tight and able to grip his dick like a vice.
Harry savored the moment for only so long before he pulled back a bit and thrust back into Aurora. Just like she requested he thrust in hard, it was a slow thrust pulling out gently almost teasingly before he would slam back inside her and every time he did it would send a bolt of pleasure up her spine and fry her brain. He kept the teasingly hard thrusts a few more times before he threw away all forms of restraint and began to truly plow into her.
"Oh… AH! HARRY!" Aurora moaned out as his thrust came quick and hard pistoning in and out of her searing pussy as the sound of wet squelches and slaps of flesh on flesh filled the room. Harry then Buried his face in her neck lavishing it with attention and engulfing her scent. Like minty cocoa. He drank in her scent and the pleasure that was shared between them as her body even pinned against the wall as it was, began to slide up and down the marble wall from the power of his thrusts.
"Harry! I-I'm… AH!" Aurora suddenly moaned out as Harry felt her walls suddenly tighten around his member and felt her body tremble against his. He could feel the warm trickle of her pussy juice run down his leg as he relentlessly fucked her drawing out her orgasm even more. It wasn't surprising her favorite position was always to be pressed like this, like the mating press. It always reached her deepest parts for her and helped him hit her special G-spot over and over again.
If he wanted to Harry could've held out until he drove her to another orgasm but it was meant to be a quick morning shag so instead, he started to make his thrust short and hard, his cock rapidly pounding her still sensitive pussy as he chased his release. He found it quickly as he hilted himself inside his chocolate goddess burying his cock as deep as it would go and he unleashed rope after rope of cum into her awaiting womb.
Aurora shivered slightly at the feeling of the sudden soothing and arousing warmth that suddenly blazed within her pelvic region and she soaked it in her body still quaking a bit from her last orgasm as she drew Harry's head away from her neck and claimed his lips in a deep passionate kiss. Aurora knew she wouldn't get pregnant thanks to the potion regiment she took. But still, the sensation of being filled up with his cum always made her heart sore and her stomach flutter. It was especially good when they have an entire day to themselves where he often left her fucked stupid and with no hole going un-filled.
Despite how degrading it might be to other women, she felt the best when he left her feeling like a Knockturn alley whore who bit off more than she could chew. It just cemented the fact that she drove him so crazy that he became such an animal in sex.
With a satisfied sigh and separating from her lover, Harry let her feet come back to the ground and pulled his semi-hard length from her.
"Want me to help with that?" Aurora asked gripping the cock that just filled her up. One time was never enough for him, usually, it was at least two times minimum.
"No, if you do, we are not making it out of this room and I don't want McGonagall to walk in on us again because we skipped classes," Harry said but still kissed her. Aurora laughed remembering the look of sheer shock on the Headmistress's face when that happened. It was a Friday and their class was already ahead of the curve, for the most part, one day wasn't going to mess anything up.
"Fine, scrub my back please," Aurora said as she turned and Harry took in her perfect skin and round yet toned rear. Aurora smiled knowing the effect she had on him. Harry smiled and just went about lathering her back with soap before scrubbing it in gently yet firmly. He had never truly felt love before, at least not this kind of love. But he couldn't help the feeling that arose inside his chest every time he looked at Aurora, from her face, her body, and her funny and caring personality. Even her hair which she kept soft and silky, instead of the fuzzy texture he had seen on other dark-skinned women.
"Still having trouble with Padma?" Aurora asked as they switched roles and she started scrubbing Harry's back.
"Unfortunately yes, her assignments are nowhere near what I know she's capable of. Plus she has this weird look in her eye when she looks at me. I think I'll have her come in at the end of the day, and talk to her."
"Maybe she has a crush." Aurora joked and Harry chuckled a bit.
"If it is, you're not going to get jealous of a second year are you?" Harry asked and Aurora looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Well, I guess if she asks really nicely I can share. But I always get first dibs in bed."
"Aurora!" Harry exclaimed and Aurora laughed.
"Oh hush." She said as they both rinsed off and got out of the shower. Aurora dressed up in her favorite navy blue robes that had constellations and stars on them and Harry dressed in casual pants and a shirt with a jacket thrown over it. Harry hated robes, and despite McGonagall's insistence, he wasn't going to wear them all day. She was lucky he even owned some for special occasions only.
"Walk me to Breakfast?" Aurora asked and Harry rolled his eyes as if he was going to say no. He extended his arm which she happily took and they left his private corridors, out his office, and then his classroom and made their way to the great hall. They took a leisurely pace as they still had thirty minutes before breakfast began. So they walked and talked about their students and the assignments they were planning. It was so nice, and Harry was thankful for every moment. He could still remember when he would walk with people through these halls and instead of such light and nice conversation, they would discuss battle tactics and attack operations. Or even worse they would discuss how many people they lost the previous day. Those days were gone and Harry would hope to never see them return.
Finding their way to the Great Hall Harry looked around seeing the professors at the head table and a few of the early riser students, mainly Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, already eating.
"Morning Professors!" a Gryffindor girl greeted and the pair looked at her and smiled. Hermione Granger was one of Aurora's best students and was definitely in Harry's top five. She was bright and inquisitive though she had a bit of a rough patch at first. Hermione can be quite bossy and a know it all at times. But after a few talks with Harry, she mellowed out, learning to offer help but never force it upon people. Those talks helped her make friends in her house and even beyond, so she was always friendly with Harry seeing him as some sort of uncle.
"Good morning Hermione, how are things?" Aurora greeted followed by Harry.
"Very good, um, Professor Potter, I was hoping you could help me with a few spells I am struggling with. Is that okay?" Hermione asked and Aurora noticed a slight blush on the girl's cheeks and rolled her eyes amusedly.
"Always Hermione, I may have to deal with a few things today but if you come by the dueling club tomorrow we can practice there with your peers," Harry said completely missing the girl's slight disappointment. Aurora caught it, the girl was obviously hoping for some alone time, which Aurora could understand.
"Oh, okay Professor thank you." She said and Harry smiled at her as he led Aurora to her seat next to him, pulling out her chair for her before taking his seat. Harry then took this moment to search the Ravenclaw table but found that Padma had not come early like she usually does. This had been another red flag for him as he became more and more worried about his student.
"You noticed too huh?" Aurora said as she ate her eggs.
"Yes, if she doesn't show up to class I'll find her. If she does then I will ask her to come back after classes are over."
"You can ask her to just stay after class right?"
"I have five other classes after hers and we might need to have a long talk depending on what is wrong."
"Alright, so you'll be missing dinner?"
"I'll try to finish our discussion before dinner but it's possible, if so then I'll take her to the kitchens to get her something to eat."
"Taking her out to dinner, you sure I shouldn't be worrying?" Aurora joked and Harry rolled his eyes. Breakfast soon became filled with more and more students and eventually, Harry rose kissing Aurora before making his way to his classroom. He still hadn't spotted Padma and he was getting progressively more and more worried but he would hold off until her class came around and if she wasn't there he would go find her.
The classes went on through the day nothing of real note happened as they were just going over the last class's materials. The more exciting stuff wouldn't be coming around until another week. But that wasn't his focus as it finally came for him to teach the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw second years and to his relief Padma was present. Though she looked worse for wear. For one thing, it was obvious that she had not been sleeping well if the bags under her eyes and her unkempt hair were anything to go by. She took her seat and they made eye contact for a moment but she quickly looked away. The class went smoothly but Padma wasn't there truly. She didn't answer a single question and it was obvious her mind was elsewhere. When the class came to an end Harry took his opportunity.
"Padma, please stay behind for a moment," Harry called out causing the girl to freeze. The others looked at her oddly as Padma never got in trouble so they were naturally curious why she would have to stay. Once everyone was out Harry beckoned Padma to the front.
"Do you know why I asked you to stay?" Harry asked and Padma shook her head not meeting his eyes. "I'm worried about you, your assignments are not what I know you can do, and you're coming in late to breakfast which you never do. You are not engaged like normal and I rarely see you out and about the castle anymore. I know that you spend almost no time outside of the Ravenclaw common room and even then you're in bed most of the time if not all the time. And to be blunt you look like a mess." Harry said and Padma glanced down to the floor not saying anything.
"Padma, if something is wrong you know you can talk to the staff about it. And if that's not comfortable then you can at least talk to me about it."
"Can I talk to you about anything?" Padma asked her voice sounding a bit wobbly.
"Of course, when classes are over for the day why don't you come back here and we can talk. Whatever it is I will do my best to help you." He said coming around the desk and bending over to her eye level. "Whatever you need." He said with a smile and Padma slowly nodded.
"Thank you, Professor," Padma said looking up into his eyes for the first time and Harry could feel his magic pulse a bit when they met. He thought that was odd but didn't pay it any mind, though he did notice Padma's eyes went a bit wide but she just nodded and gathered her things.
"I'll be back, thank you, professor," Padma called as she left the classroom. Harry smiled and nodded, whatever was going on with her he hoped he would be able to resolve it. Until then he had a few more classes. Once again nothing happened and the day went on easily enough. At the end of his last class, Harry looked to the door and was expecting Padma to return any minute now. He would give her some time and go about cleaning off his desk and sorting his papers.
That was one thing he didn't like, grading papers. Luckily he knew a little trick about enchanting the quills he used to know the answers so that way he could be grading five stacks of assignments at once. It was a real time-saver as he went about starting the task while waiting for Padma's return.
He didn't have to wait long as about thirty minutes after his last class the door opened and he smiled seeing Padma walk in and close the door behind her. If he was paying more attention he would've also noticed the discreet locking and silencing charm she placed on the door as well. She then turned around and looked Harry in the eyes and he felt it again a pulse of his magic, stronger this time.
"Thank you for this Professor," Padma said striding forward and unlike before her eyes never left his. Her brilliant brown eyes and black hair that she kept in a braid down her back. He never noticed before how pretty of a girl she was. Padma was more reserved than her sister but she still held a certain regal beauty. Once she grew up anyone could see she would be absolutely gorgeous.
Wait why was he thinking this, and why was his magic pulsing so much? His mind went immediately to some form of compulsion, maybe a charm or a potion. But he hadn't eaten anything since his lunch and that was prepared by himself. Before this he had only a single cup of coffee, nothing more and again that was prepared by himself.
The pulses came faster and stronger now and he could also feel something coming off of Padma as a look entered her eyes. A look that he had seen many times in Aurora's eyes, a look that should not be coming from his second-year student. And a look that he should not be responding to either. He tried to control this sudden fluctuation between them but he was helpless as suddenly everything seemed to melt around them and all that there was, was Padma. Harry couldn't stop himself even though he tried. He got up and approached Padma again their eyes never breaking, and he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to sit on a desk. He could feel her warmth through her robes, he could also feel how soft her body was, slender like Aurora's but not toned.
Padma's hands rose to feel Harry's chest and he felt Euphoric when she did, he dove in leaning down and claiming her lips. She was sloppy at first but soon matched him in a rhythm as she laid down against the desk bringing him with her.
This was wrong, Padma was only twelve! She was his student, what was he doing? Harry wanted to fight, desperately so but nothing worked. He was a slave to this rising sinful lust that was quickly overtaking him.
"Professor…" Padma mewled when they separated for air and he could feel her hips begin to gyrate against him and she tried to wrap herself around him wanting to be as close to him as possible. Harry responded his hips bucking against her as his cock became very hard very quick so much so that his pants were now uncomfortably tight. He didn't care anymore even though he should. He reached down one hand unbuttoning his pants and pulling both them and his boxers down to free his hard member. With the other traced down Padma's developing body all the way down to her mound just above her pussy covered by a skirt and a pair of white panties.
He could feel her, the warmth emanating from her slit, and pulling the skirt up and feeling her lips through her panties confirmed that she was getting increasingly wet. His touch was like fire against her and when she felt his strong fingers she humped them trying to engulf them through her panties and her arousal just continued to spike more and more.
"Professor please…" She moaned out and Harry's mind was a haze as waved his hand and her skirt and panties fell from her leaving her bare her robe followed leaving her completely naked before him as he took in her naked form. Slender just like he felt with delicious brown skin, not nearly as dark as Aurora's but a beautiful caramel color with similar dark nipples attached to barely budding breasts. Her small frame accentuated an hourglass figure that she would no doubt grow into. Harry was too lost as he took his cock and laid it onto her. At ten inches and thick as a forearm, it was a daunting piece of meat for any grown witch let alone for Padma. Laying it down both of them could see just how far it could reach and Padma shivered as her pussy had a mini orgasm just from the weight of his member against her stomach.
"Padma?" Harry asked having just enough sense to ask and Padma looked between his eyes and his cock, seeing the bulging throbbing mass touch her. Seeing the hole at the end which would fill her up after pounding into her. She could even feel his heavy balls against her cheeks now drenched from her minigasm.
"Do it, Professor." Harry nodded and pulled back slightly to line up with her entrance teasingly rubbing up and down her lips and he could see every time he did that her pussy pulsated wanting to engulf him. He then pressed his head against her entrance and she gasped feeling just the tip already splitting her. Harry looked down and saw just how wide he was stretching her and he proceeded slowly every centimeter stretching her further, so much so that her pore clitoris was pressed against his cock as he slid it in. After about two inches he expected to feel some form of resistance from a hymen but that never came, there was no blood either. Instead, all he felt was the wildly pulsating and incredibly tight walls of the inside of Padma.
She was tight, so tight and yet he was able to impale inch after inch inside of her, to his surprise he managed to bury every inch of his ten-inch tool within her. The outline of his cock was visible against her stomach as she reached down, rubbing her hands along the bulge. Padma was in a world of bliss and pleasure she had never felt before. She had always been told that her first time would hurt but it didn't. Instead, all she felt was pleasure as her beloved Professor impaled her with his cock. She felt absolutely stuffed and more than that, she felt complete like she had been empty her whole life and now she found her missing piece. To add to the pleasure, her clitoris which was being pressed so hard against the cock stretching her out sent wave after wave of shocking pleasure through her system.
It was too much and Padma experienced her first true orgasm. Harry could feel her pussy walls tighten even more than they already were and he could feel the fluid desperately leaking out of her pussy despite the vice-like grip she had on his dick. Her body shook and her eyes rolled into her head and Harry couldn't help but feel even more desire rise in him.
He wanted to see more, he wanted to own her like how he did with Aurora, he wanted to love her and fuck her all at the same time. So he let go, against all restraints he had, and began to pull out a bit. He could only pull out so far before Padma began to be dragged along since she was still gripping him so tight he wasn't coming out of her pussy anytime soon. Which suited him just fine. He was able to pull out maybe an inch and a half before he thrust back in getting a loud moan from her. He then began thrusting into her being gentle as he could even though every fiber of his being screamed at him to just dominate her.
Padma enjoyed every thrust, feeling her body being yanked down at times and then suddenly shoved up. She felt like a toy for his pleasure and that made her whole body tingle, she could feel her pussy and flexed it around him wanting to coax as much from him as possible. For Harry, he felt her efforts and would've been surprised if his brain wasn't mush at this point.
Instead, he picked up his pace, bringing his thrust in faster and slightly harder and she started moaning out with abandon. He could feel it, the pressure building at his base and he wasted no time coaxing it to full climax as he shot his hot come into her. From the sudden warmth and the knowledge that her professor just filled her pussy with semen Padma was thrown into the throws of another orgasm as her pussy began to desperately milk every drop it could out of him.
Harry wasn't done, not even close as he continued to thrust into her after he came, his lust not allowing him to stop as he began to go harder and harder into her. Instead of making love they now evolved into pure fucking as Padma wailed against him her voice bouncing every time he slammed into her, she was sure that his cock was beating the back of her stuffed womb, and even without being able to pull out too much from her pussy Harry still managed to put so much power and force into his movements.
"Harry!" Padma wailed as she was suddenly lifted and Harry grasped her bum cheeks as he continued to pump into her with abandon. Padma was overloaded as her tongue lulled out her mouth and her eyes rolled up her head. Her body was limp all efforts were put into her vagina as she massaged his length. With how she was being held she looked like nothing more than a limp toy her arms and legs rocking with Harry's movements as all she could do was moan and shake.
Her small body flushed against his own it was the scene of highest depravity and yet all Harry could think of was more. He need to fill her up more needed to hear her moans of pleasure more. Needed for her to know nothing else but the euphoria he gave her and wanted to hear her beg for it.
"Yes! AH! Professor!" Padma screamed out her body becoming nothing more than a tool for his pleasure as every thrust seemed to just shove any coherent thought she could make right out of her head making sure she remained a constant drooling slut.
Harry had turned into an animal caring only for seeing his pleasure to peak as much as possible and seeding the twelve-year-old as much as he could. That thought should've stopped him but he swore he could feel himself get harder and even more passionate in his thrusts. Harry practically willed it as he felt his climax approach just as Padma's felt her third one blast through her. Harry didn't slow down and just plowed into her with gusto as he filled her up a second time, with no loss of volume with his semen. And still, he wasn't satisfied but with this last load, there was enough slick fluid from both of them that he was able to pull out his cock all the way. As soon as he did the floodgates opened and Padma squirted all over him as his cum rushed out of her gaping hole.
If he didn't know better from all the shaking and the incoherent babble and moans he would've thought that perhaps Padma was having a seizure. But no, she was just in the midst of her orgasm that turned her into nothing more than a mindless heap of flesh. Even if she still bucked her hips and her pussy lips desperately pulsed as they tried to close and keep the cum inside of her while she looked for his cock to impale herself again.
Harry had a different Idea as he took her and quickly made his way to his private quarters. There he wasted no time in throwing Padma on the bed where she began to hump, again looking for that cock she was craving. He marveled at her, so young and yet so totally depraved. He came in behind her lifting her by the waist so he could get a good look at her ass. He split her cheeks revealing the darker skin that was around her pulsing anus clean and ready. He wanted to but not as much as he wanted to sink back into her equally dark pussy that was stained with his cum.
He quickly got into position and mounted her, like a bitch in heat, and quickly set about chasing his next orgasm. Padma couldn't see him unless she turned but she found this position to be even better, the control he had over her forcing her bum into the air and presenting him with her holes for his cock. How he would press against her torso as he thoroughly fucked her, she could only moan as her hands gripped the sheets tightly and she bit into the fabric.
There was not a single witch in the castles from first to seventh year who didn't have fantasies like this. Being taken by Harry Potter, and here she was living out that fantasy as a reality she felt it, the magic and she knew what it was. But she didn't know that Harry was completely unaware of why they suddenly lusted after each other and why he was helpless against it.
Despite that Harry continued to chase his next climax, Padma had been stretched enough and was lubricated from all their fluid that he was able to pull out farther and thrust into her even harder than before. And he did, he fucked her as hard as he fucked Aurora and she moaned and took it with a sloppy fucked silly smile. The wet squelches and slaps of their bodies coming together filled Padma's head and she could only imagine what she must've looked like. Harry then suddenly smacked her ass making Padma gasp and her pussy clamp around him as he groaned from the sensation and he continued to strike her. Not hard enough to hurt but just hard enough to be a pleasurable sting and every time his hand came down her pussy convulsed around him. He continued until her bum was nice and red and then he grabbed her hips and lifted her so now she was hanging off his cock helplessly as his strong grip kept her in place as he moved her body back and forth and she couldn't even muster up the strength to lift her torso, she was completely at his mercy.
He continued this bringing her back onto his throbbing member harder and harder with each movement bringing his hips back and forward with the motion he made with her body. Her torso rose and fell slightly as his cock entered and left her. He went faster and he felt his third release coming up on him, and Padma shook once again as another orgasm rocked her body. Though even though it was just as strong she had no strength to even moan as she just convulsed around him helplessly as she felt the swell of his cock inside of her as he buried all ten inches into her again causing her torso to raise up and she felt the flood of cum fill her once again.
Harry unleashed rope after rope inside her willing even more semen than the last two times into her womb and she accepted it all in silent bliss. Harry let her go after a moment allowing her body to slowly slide off his cock and she flopped onto the bed. Her small frame twitched and her pussy leaked their mixed fluids, and she just laid there fucked thoroughly stupid as a few spurts of her girl cum escaped her gaping entrance.
Harry was fully intent on going even more until he heard a gasp.
"Harry!?" He heard the unmistakable voice of Aurora exclaim as he turned to see her wide eyes looking at him. That snapped him out of whatever compulsion he was under but it also seemed to have some backlash as his vision went black and he passed out falling to the bed.
Chapter 2: Pansy's and Hermione's Spark
Summary:
After Aurora tells Harry about what is going on he decides to try and clear his head through teaching and his dueling club. But unfortunately an indecent occurs which leads him to being alone with Pansy and secretly observed by Hermione.
Chapter Text
When Harry awoke, he didn't know at first where he was. And that fact alone was enough to cause him to bolt upright in bed jump down and get ready to either fight or try to escape. He had been taken prisoner once before, and he would not be going through that again.
"Harry! Calm down." He heard a familiar voice as he whipped around but he didn't have a wand in his hand, he did have his strength as he gripped the throat and tripped the person to the ground before he could recognize her. When he finally looked into her wide eyes he realized who the voice belonged to and he immediately let go.
"Aurora! I-I'm so sorry!" Harry said quickly helping the woman to her feet.
"That's alright. I should've let you calm down first, it was my mistake." Aurora said rubbing her throat, she did like being choked by Harry but that was either during a rough love-making session or when he shoved his cock into the back of her throat. Right now wasn't the best time for that. Aurora sat on the bed and gently gripped Harry's hand and sat him down next to her.
"What do you remember about last night?" Aurora asked.
"Last night? Well, I got through my classes. Then I was waiting for Padma, I needed to talk to her. After that, she showed up and… and…" Harry's eyes went wide as he remembered everything about how Padma and he just seemed to gravitate towards each other. How he practically forced himself on her. How he… he took her, he raped her!
"Oh, Gods!" Harry said standing "Where is Padma? Is she okay, is she safe?" Harry asked worriedly and Aurora stood and held him.
"Easy Harry, Padma is fine. More than fine I would guess, especially after what you two did." Aurora said and Harry looked at her as if she had grown a second head.
"What are you talking about? I just raped one of my students, a second year!" Harry said and Aurora shook her head vehemently.
"No! No, you didn't, sit down and let me explain." Aurora urged and Harry didn't want to listen to her he wanted to turn himself in or find whoever compelled him last night. But he made the mistake of looking into Aurora's brilliant hazel eyes and he found his resolve crumbling as the trust he had in her surfaced.
"Fine, what happened to me?" Harry asked sitting back on the bed. Aurora smiled and sat next to him.
"What happened was nothing short of pure magic Harry, tell me what do you know of a Spark?"
"A what?" Harry asked confused.
"The Spark is a supreme magical force that occurs between two people that draws them together. It's mainly seen as a witch's fairy tale but it is real. Essentially it's magic declaring that two people are meant to be together."
"Wait, what?" Harry said shaking his head.
"When you saw Padma that night you felt something didn't you stirring in your magic," Aurora asked and Harry couldn't deny that as he remembered how his magic pulsed and mixed with Padma's the other night.
"Yes."
"That was the Spark, your magic and Padma's merged, it drew you together which is why you…"
"Raped her."
"No! It wasn't rape and it was completely consensual."
"So some bit of accidental magic convinced me to go down on a twelve-year-old?"
"It's not accidental, it's more like fate, or soul mates." Aurora tried but Harry scowled at the word fate.
"You know I don't care for fate, too many times people tried to yank my chain because they insisted it was my fate." He growled out and Aurora nodded and sighed.
"I know, I'm sorry poor choice of word. Then try thinking of it like soul mates then."
"If we are soul mates then why hasn't this happened when I first met her? Why didn't I bend her over a table in the great hall when she was sorted?" Harry asked a bit abrasively.
"Okay Harry, I understand you're confused but do not snap at me like that. I am trying to help you understand." Aurora said and Harry sighed, he was unnecessarily venomous just then.
"I'm sorry…" Harry apologized and Aurora nodded.
"As for the sorting question, the Spark isn't immediately. Both people need to be open to it, if one is not ready then it won't happen. I think you became ready for it when we got together. You opened your heart to the possibility of love and companionship. And something happened with Padma, the other day that opened her up so that the Spark could ignite between you two."
"Well, if that's true how come that didn't happen between us?" Harry asked, he loved Aurora there was no doubt in his mind about that. And at his question, Aurora just smiled and kissed him softly.
"You don't need a Spark to be in love, it just… moves things along a little faster that's all," Aurora explained.
"Then what happens now? We just go about our days pretending it didn't happen?"
"Oh Merlin no! You two are connected now, think of it as an impromptu magical wedding."
"So I'm married to a twelve-year-old? Great…" Harry said burying his face in his hands.
"It's impromptu, but yes essentially you are. The good news is that there are ancient laws protecting both of you, for one thing, Padma can't be married off by her father anymore. And no one can come in between you no law or magical force can separate you two now."
"I thought you said that all this Spark did was just accelerate the love part of a relationship."
"With a few added bonuses. Look, Harry, the only people that know about this are going to be me, you, and Padma. Plus your Goblin family account manager as Padma will be now connected to house Potter."
"Then what about her Family? Won't they see?"
"Yes, but unless you or Padma come out and announce the bond they are sworn to secrecy. I imagine her father is not going to be very happy about not being able to sell his daughter off."
"Wait what does that mean?" Harry asked looking at Aurora.
"That's why Padma was in such bad shape before, she was crying herself to sleep because her father was going to marry her off to some Indian man and get a pretty sum from the dowery. But now with the Spark igniting between you, he can't do that anymore."
"At least something good came out of this," Harry said running his fingers through his hair and Aurora draped herself over him kissing his neck and rubbing against him affectionately.
"It's all good baby, but if you need time to process this take it, I can cover for your class, it's too cloudy today for mine so it won't be a problem." Aurora offed and Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Thank you, but I think that being in class and teaching would be better, plus I've got the dueling club meeting today so that would help clear my head."
"Alright, just don't fight it okay? You'll just end up hurting yourself and Padma, it's a completely natural thing that should be embraced alright and it's not like you have to announce it to the world. We can wait until she's of age and then if you want you can announce it. And even if you don't damn the rest of the world and let's just live on our own. I was joking when I said I would share but I guess I can." Aurora said and Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her words.
"Are you sure you're alright with this?" The last thing Harry wanted was for him and Aurora to grow distant it would break his heart. But he was reassured when Aurora claimed his lips with a passion.
"More than okay, I can show Padma all the tricks I use to make you go wild." She whispered huskily but he didn't get a chance to say anything as she hopped off the bed and walked with an exaggerated sway in her hips. "See you later baby, don't do anything fun without me now," Aurora said flashing a smile over her shoulder as she left and Harry shook his head amused. Aurora was one hell of a woman.
Getting himself dressed he took a deep breath and looked at the clock, he had missed his three early classes and it was currently lunch so he had missed the class with Padma. So he only had his five next classes before he met with his dueling club every Wednesday and the weekends he held it. He had a good mix of students.
His classes went normally and he found that teaching did help clear his head somewhat, but not totally. During the lulls between classes when students would be going to their next class and he was left alone, he found his mind drifting to Padma. He could feel himself crave her, at first he was concerned that all he felt was lust but with how protective his magic felt whenever he thought of her he knew it wasn't just that. However, this spark seemed to turn his libido up to an eleven as he would find himself fantasizing about the pretty brown Indian girl.
He wanted to penetrate her again, he wanted to fill her and not just her pussy this time, he wanted to seed every hole she had over and over again. He wanted her to be a cum drenched mess and still beg for more. Harry had to shake the very nice thoughts from his head when his final class came in. They went over a few spells practically firing off at training dummies and the like and the class went by in a flash.
Now it was off to his dueling club, held just before dinner. Making his way through the corridors Harry looked around and again his mind wandered but now he would think of everywhere he could get away with shagging Padma stupid. An abandoned classroom there, perhaps taking her into the bathroom and doing her in front of a mirror so she could see how much of slut she could be.
Again Harry shook his head, this bond was driving him horny and mad and he needed to clear his head. After a little while longer he made it to the designated classroom McGonagall had lent him for the club. Entering he looked over and saw a lot of students, from first to seventh years all gathered in their own groups from all the different houses.
"Alright, we are going to do one-on-one duels today. You know how this works." Harry said and a bowl filled with paper came to life as the paper flew about the room going to certain students. When they read the paper they looked it over and walked to another student. The papers you see had names on them, and whichever name one of the students got would be their dueling partner. Eventually, every student had a partner and some didn't look happy about who they got and others looked a bit too happy.
"Now let's make it interesting. For this duel I want you to use transfiguration only." He said and snapped his fingers conjuring different materials such as wood or stone across the different platforms there were. "You can transfigure only what is on your platform, charms are forbidden, as are hexes and curses. Only transfiguration, you may begin in your own time." Harry announced and students began to take their places to face their opponents.
It was slow going for the most part and Harry expected that most wizards and witches rely heavily on charms for their defense but Transfiguration can be just as if not more viable in certain situations. Though he was impressed by some of his students as they were quite imaginative with how they transfigured their given materials. Susan Bones took it a step further and used the materials to create wooden or stone animals. It was a form of transfiguration that kept all the positives of being made of stone such as durability though it required more concentration since the constructs could not think for themselves.
Harry walked around keeping a close eye on everyone and giving out pointers here and there as his students dueled. Then he saw a duel near the back of the room that was getting particularly nasty. It was between Slytherin Pansy Parkinson and Gryffindor Hermione Granger. There was always animosity between those two, mostly on Pansy's part.
He didn't know what it was that set the two off but he saw that the duel was quickly turning into a proper fight as Hermione and Pansy transfigured more and more lethal things. When Pansy suddenly formed and threw a barrage of stone spikes at Hermione which she was not ready to properly dodge Harry quickly stepped in. In a flash, his wand was out and he turned the spikes into a cloud of butterflies that fluttered harmlessly past Hermione.
Pansy and Hermione both whipped around to see Harry's disapproving gaze on the two and Hermione looked remorseful while Pansy just scowled.
"You two are done, that was completely inappropriate for a simple duel. Stand off to the side and wait till everyone else is done."
"Professor, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to get so dangerous." Hermione said and Harry nodded.
"I know, but it did."
"Teacher's bitch." Pansy muttered under her breath but Harry heard it and he fixed her with a hard glare that she was not up to matching as she looked at the ground. The girls went off, separately, and the rest of the club went on without an incident thankfully. When everyone else left Harry listened to Hermione explain the situation and he was more inclined to believe her but he still went to listen to Pansy as well.
"What does it matter, you're just going to believe her anyway," Pansy said irritably Harry narrowed his eyes and dismissed Hermione so he could talk to Pansy alone.
"Pansy, would you like to tell me your side of the story."
"My side doesn't matter, I'll just get in trouble anyway so just get it over with." She said sharply which irritated Harry.
"Your side does matter Pansy, but if you don't want to tell me fine let's go with what I know. I know I saw you send a barrage of spikes at Hermione who clearly wasn't ready to dodge or block. If I hadn't been there you would've killed her! Do you understand that!" Pansy in response just looked away.
"Pansy, I understand…"
"No, you don't!" Pansy suddenly shouted "You don't understand, nobody does! So don't say you understand!" Pansy screamed.
"Well, why don't you help me understand then? Why did you think it was alright to try to kill a fellow student hmm? Because that's what you just did."
"I didn't mean to! I just…"
"Just what?"
"I just got angry?"
"So angry that you almost skewered Hermione?"
"You don't get it!"
"And you're not explaining Pansy, so what was it?" Harry pressed his voice becoming more firm as he spoke and Pansy looked more and more like an animal backed into a corner before she lashed out.
"Because everyone hates me! Okay!? Everyone hates me!" she exclaimed.
"Pansy that's not true."
"Yes, it is! Hermione hates me, everyone in Gryffindor hates me! Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw! Even my dorm mates hate me! My own mother hates me! Why what did I do!?" Pansy screamed out her face going red and her eyes beginning to water. Harry severely doubted that everyone hated Pansy but that didn't matter right now. Because that is how Pansy felt, and it was so bad that it bubbled out into a very dangerous exchange between her and Hermione.
"Why do you think that?" Harry asked a bit more gently this time.
"Because my father was a Deatheater, so I must be a Deatheater right!? I'm just a Deatheater in training good for nothing and no one!" Pansy said a warble entering her voice as she scowled and a trickle of tears escaped from her eyes.
Harry knew Pansy's father, he was the one that killed him. He didn't regret any of the lives he took, they were all truly horrible people. But he did regret the effect it was having on the students here. Many children that had nothing to do with the war were targets by the morally arrogant students.
Gryffindor was by far the worst of them all, most of their families fought on his side during the war, unfortunately, that led many of their children to believe that they were somehow better than most of their Slytherin classmates. Because as unfortunate as it was most of the men and women that fought with Voldemort came from Slytherin. Not all of them, but most of them. And now their children were targets of bullying a lot of the time and he could already see how it was beginning to fester.
A lot of Slytherin students were secluding themselves from the other houses due to the treatment. And he was seeing more and more cases of them lashing out at others just like pansy had done. He really needed to talk with McGonagall, despite her soft spot for Gryffindors seeing as she was their former head of the house, she needed to crack down on this behavior.
"Pansy, have you ever killed anyone?" Harry asked and Pansy sniffled a bit but answered.
"No… Why trying to see if I'm guilty of something already?" Pansy said bitterly.
"Not at all, what about rape?" He asked, a very heavy subject to be talking about with a twelve-year-old but he was making a point.
"Of course not, I'm a girl," Pansy said.
"That doesn't matter, anyone can rape anyone. Now how about stealing? And I mean serious theft not swiping sweets from Honeydukes. How about grand arson? Real destruction of private property, burning down homes?"
"No!" Pansy answered.
"Your father did, I'm not going to lie to you, he was the worst sort of human being. But you are nothing like him. You never were, your clever and crafty. You always want to excel at whatever it is you do. Not to mention your very kind, I saw how you took care of that little Puffskin you found and returned it to Hagrid." Harry teased getting a little blush from the girl.
"My point is Pansy, you have done nothing to be hated and I know that Hermione doesn't hate you. Don't lump her in with the other idiot Gryffindor students. So how about the next time you see her you apologize and try to be friends? No matter what other people think she would be a good friend to you. If you just give her a chance and give yourself a chance as well." Harry said with a smile and Pansy looked up at him her eyes a little red from being upset but she was feeling better.
"Do you hate me, professor? I… I know that you killed my father, does that mean…?" Pansy didn't quite know how she wanted to frame her question but she didn't have to as Harry pulled her in for a warm embrace.
"I don't hate you, I'll never hate you. You are not your father, you are Pansy Parkinson. A wonderful bright witch and beautiful girl." Harry said and Pansy's eyes widened a bit and she could feel tear well up in her eyes but they were made of happiness not despair as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself tight against him.
Harry smiled as he held her for a moment, then he felt a familiar pulse of magic emanating from his person and he also felt a similar pulse come from Pansy. His eyes went wide and he could feel the girl in his arms suddenly stiffen before she tightened her grip on him again and this time she pressed everything against him as much as she could.
Harry let go of her and placed his hands on her shoulders and kept her at arm's length. He could already see it, her eyes began to fill with desire as her face flushed. Her breathing became excited and labored. He also noticed how she began to rub her legs together and even had her hips buck a bit from her self-ministrations.
"Professor…" She said her word turning to moan as she stared at him desperately, and her hand flew to her crotch and she began to rub herself through her skirt. Harry's first instinct was to suppress the urges and the magic like he tried to before. But then he remembered what Aurora said and how trying to suppress this turned out last time. So ignoring his reason he allowed this primal force to flow through him and he felt how the magic flowed from him and began to mingle with Pansys. Now that he wasn't fighting it he could tell how their magic began to intertwine beautifully. The force was also making pansy even more excited as her legs shook and her frame rattled from her arousal. Her fingers desperately rubbed against her pussy as she bit her lip in anticipation.
"Professor!" She exclaimed and Harry decided to do something that he did with Aurora, usually, it was roleplay but with Pansy, it was going to be real and not made up.
"You've been a bad girl Pansy." He said with a smirk letting his voice become husky and low which drove Pansy even more crazy as her hips suddenly bucked against her hands. "Bad girls need to be punished you know, if you behave I'll give you a reward." Harry teased and Pansy not trusting her voice nodded vehemently.
Harry quickly summoned a chair which he sat on and beckoned Pansy forward. She struggled to move as he continued to finger fuck herself through her clothes but when she was close enough he grabbed both of her wrists and held them away from her crotch. She whined as her hips bucked a few times as her body looked for that stimulation that was lost.
"Bad girls don't get to please themselves," Harry said gripping both her wrists in one hand as he then brought her belly down on his lap. Harry then slowly and torturously lifted her skirt. Once he had he saw she word simple blue panties and he could see how her bum cheeks flexed every time she bucked her hips. Her panties were already soaked around the crotch and he could see the juicy outline of her pussy lips. He could also see how they pulsed with need.
"So, how should I do this?" Harry asked placing a hand against her bum and he could feel her shiver when he did. "Panties on or off?" He asked and without hesitation, Pansy answered.
"Off!" She gasped out and Harry smirked as with a snap of his fingers her wet panties descended her legs and fell to the floor leaving her bare. And Harry could see just how her pussy glistened with moisture and how her lips pulsed as if her pussy was begging for penetration.
"Now, I say fifteen should be enough, and you will count them out. If you can do that you'll be a good girl and good girls get rewards. Okay?" Harry asked and Pansy nodded and he could feel her hands gripping his leg as her body shivered in anticipation. Harry rubbed her bum a little before lifting his hand and he could feel her tense ever so slightly before he brought his hand down and a smack wrang throughout the room.
"O-one!" Pansy gasped out a sting of pain came to her but it was also accompanied by a surprising amount of pleasure that went straight to her pussy. Harry spanked her again.
"Two!" Again pain and pleasure but more pleasure.
"Three! Four! F-five! Six! Sev…" She moaned and Harry was about to warn her to keep counting before she caught herself. "Seven! Eight!" Pansy couldn't stop it, every time his hand came down on her ass her body quivered, and her pussy clenched. It was like the sting seemed to morph in her body before turning into pleasure and going right to her nether region and brain.
"Nine! Ten! Eleven yes!" She could feel it even more now a bubbling feeling and pressure, building at the back of her vagina as Harry brought her closer and closer to eruption with his spanks.
"Twelve! Thirteen! Yes! Fourteen!" Pansy said her face completely flushed and she waited with anticipation for her last spank which she was sure would send her over the edge. Harry smirked he was surprised by Pansy's apparent masochism getting so turned on from being spanked but it was very pleasing to see. Harry raised his hand once more and brought it down a bit harder than the other ones on her now red butt cheeks and Pansy's body erupted into shakes.
"Fifteen!" She screamed out and a sudden jet of fluids shot from her pussy making an audible splatter on the ground. Her hips were now bucking wildly and every so often her body would curl as she squirted another jet from her folds. Harry was starting to think that all witches were squirters as Aurora and Padma had the same reactions when they came as well. When she started to come down a bit she looked up at Harry with a silly smile.
"A-am I a good girl now?" Pansy asked her eyes filled with passionate desire as she rubbed what she could of herself along his erection that had formed during the spanking.
"You did very well, so what does this good girl want as a reward?" Harry asked.
"I want…" She shook a bit "I want you to…" her voice became a little quiet as she mumbled at the end. It was cute, after what just happened she was still nervous to ask for more.
"What was that?"
"I want…"
"You have to speak up!" Harry said bringing an extra spank down on her butt which cause a little trickle of her girl cum to spray out of her.
"I want you to take me! Please, make me yours." Pansy said and Harry nodded as stood and so did Pansy but her legs were wobbly and she fell to her knees he took his wand and transfigured the chair and some other materials around into a makeshift bed. He then took Pansy into his arms and threw her onto the bed. She rolled onto her back and looked at him in anticipation.
"Strip." His commanding tone made her shiver as she proceeded to discard her clothing as quickly as she could and soon enough she was naked in front of her Professor. Harry took a moment to appreciate her. Her milky white skin was a big contrast to Aurora's or Padma's her pretty pink nipples erect against small mounds of budding breasts. Her black hair framed her face. He knew that some of the students gave her grief for her slightly upturned nose, calling her pug face and whatnot. But he always thought she was very pretty and most likely it was just more bullying from the Gryffindor students. Then there were her eyes filled with lust and a shimmering brown.
Pansy smiled at her professor as she turned to her hands and knees and put her ass into the air presenting him with her awaiting pussy. She always fantasized about being taken like this, like she was nothing more than an animal to be bred. With a smirk on her face, she didn't even look when she spoke to Harry.
"Breed me, Professor! Breed your good little girl." She said a bought of confidence that came with her arousal and it did the trick as she suddenly felt Harry grip her hips and she could feel his head press against her lips. Had she stayed turned she would've seen the meat stick that her professor had and she would've known just what she was asking for. But it was too late as with how wet and slick she was Harry easily pushed into her and began to sink inch after inch into her and her pussy lips pulsed around him as if sucking him in deeper.
Pansy gasped as she felt the monster of a cock enter her very small by comparison vagina. She bit into her conjured sheets as more and more of Harry's hard member sunk into her depths. She could've sworn that as he did her pussy just molded around him, with how much he was pushing into her she thought for sure that he would be stopped at some point.
But as nearly six inches came into her and his cock met her cervix she felt him push more and now she could feel how his head pushed against the entrance of her womb until finally it pierced its way past and Pansy gasped. But that still didn't stop as he reached even further pressing against the back of her womb and she could feel how his length stretched her pussy out until finally she felt his hips meet her bum and he hilted his full ten inches inside of her womb which she knew was only maybe six inches deep maybe seven at her age.
There should've been no possible way for her to take on ten inches and yet here she was. Then she focused on the sheer pleasure of being stretched so thoroughly. She could feel every throb of Harry's cock inside of her and she couldn't wait for him to start. Fortunately, she didn't need to wait. Harry wasted no time and took Pansy's request to breed her to heart. As he pulled out of her depths ever so slightly before plunging back in.
She was just as tight as Padma and it felt just as good but slightly different. Her body was also softer than Padma's as Pansy was not as slender but she seemed to be more developed as her hips and breast were slightly bigger than what he remembered Padma's to be. That softness showed as when he pounded into her, her ass would give off a delightful jiggle.
Pansy was lost to her pleasure, feeling Harry pound in and out of her pussy knowing that she was nothing more than a tool for his own pleasure sending waves of euphoria through her that she couldn't explain it. The idea of being used like this, by him was intoxicating and she wanted more, she wanted to be treated like a breeding slut and spanked. Maybe even choked. And she was getting her wish as Harry fucked her silly every time her voice uttered a moan it was jumpy from how hard he thrust into her pussy.
Harry's cock almost beat the back of Pansy's womb with how hard he was going but that comment about being bred was setting him off. As he thrust into her he trailed his hands up her waist and to her shoulders and eventually around her throat. Pansy gasped when Harry's hands circled her neck and squeezed lightly. Not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to obstruct air flow as he lifted her and simultaneously choked and fucked her.
The squeeze around her neck and loss of air along with the sensation of being pounded into by Harry's meat hammer was too much, and Pansy suddenly contracted around Harry and she felt her pussy desperately massage his length as a sudden spurt of her girl cum squeezed out from her stretch lips and sprayed against Harry's balls and thighs. Her body shook as Harry mercilessly fucked her pussy through her orgasm which just caused it to be prolonged. The lack of oxygen and the overcharge of pleasure was too much as her eyes rolled up in her head and Harry could feel Pansy go slack.
But he only loosened his grip on her throat and proceeded to plow into her pussy harder. Even in her state of unconsciousness her pussy still desperately tried to milk his member which he was happy to give. After a few more thrusts Harry felt the familiar pressure build in his cock as he pounded harder and harder until he let go and buried his full length inside of her and erupted inside her womb. Sending jet after jet of hot cum into her pussy. And even with her not totally awake her body responded quivering as her pussy clenched down on him as he emptied himself into her.
After about thirty seconds his cock stopped shooting semen into her and he gently began to extract himself finding it easier than when he was with Padma the first time. When he did her body sank to the bed and her pussy was wide and gapping a river of cum flowing out of her and pooling between her thighs. Harry for his part was still hard and was thinking of just rubbing one out over her body while she slept but then he felt his magic pulse again.
Surprised he looked around and followed where his magic flowed and to his shock, he saw Hermione on her hands and knees crawling towards him.
You see when he asked Hermione to leave she never did, she decided to wait outside the door for Pansy wanting to talk to the girl. So she overheard everything during Harry's conversation with the girl. She was glad and hoped that Pansy would be open to being her friend. But then she felt the magic and peeked inside. She saw how Pansy acted and the debased acts that followed.
Hermione at first was shocked but as she soaked in the magic flowing off of them she felt her body tingle. Hermione had always had a huge crush on Harry but he was an adult and she was just a thirteen-year-old girl. Even then she couldn't help that the majority of her dreams involved Harry. That when she relieved herself she thought of Harry. But she never imagined… but now she saw him with a girl that was younger than even her. She felt her magic wanting to sing with him want to join with him and that set her body on fire as she, just like Pansy, began to rub herself as she watched Harry move Pansy over to the conjured bed. Seeing how he claimed her and how Pansy lost herself to the pleasure.
And more importantly how it looked seeing such a well-toned man and such a small girl fuck, especially with that monster between his legs. Hermione lost herself, and every sensible part of her brain shut down as nothing but lust and desire were left. She wanted to be claimed, she wanted to let go, social norms be damned. This was so unlike her, she was usually so logical but after what she has seen and how she was currently feeling it was just so much.
She wanted him, she didn't care how it looked. So with her exposure to muggle porn that she kept a close and well-guarded secret she came up with an idea as she slipped her now-soaked panties from her legs and gripped them with her teeth. Her scent wafting into her nose just adding to her arousal. She then got down and began to crawl slowly toward Harry as he rode out his orgasm.
When he finished Hermione felt her magic reach out to him and just like that his magic responded to her. They had always had a good relationship especially since he helped her in her first year to make some friends. But despite her crush, she had always controlled herself and now she threw that control out the window which opened herself up to the Spark.
Now Harry was looking at her wide-eyed but the magic that flowed off her and to him was unmistakable. It was a bit overwhelming, to be honest, but he couldn't and wouldn't fight it. He was definitely going to have a talk with Aurora about just how common this Spark thing was. But for now, he had a girl with wet panties in her mouth and judging by the trail of wet droplets, a soaked pussy.
"Hermione." He said staying calm and he could see Hermione shiver when he addressed her. But she continued to him and brought herself in between his legs and surprised Harry when she draped her panties over his still hard cock which was slick with Pansy's juices and his own cum.
"Professor, I'm a good girl too," Hermione said going off how Pansy and Harry talked to each other before. Harry raised a brow and his magic once again flowed and mingled with Hermione. He wasn't sure how this Spark thing worked, but he was aware of Hermione's crush on him. If all it took for a spark to ignite between him and a girl is a crush he was in deep trouble. But for now, he could figure that out later. There was only so much willpower a man could muster up when a cute girl just draped her own soaked panties over his cock.
"You are a good girl, however, if you want a reward you've got to earn it right?" Harry asked and Hermione nodded as she got up and went to lay across his lap.
"No, not that, that's for bad girls. How about you clean me up, if you do a good enough job then I'll reward you." Harry said as Hermione's eyes widened and she could feel the thrill of excitement run up her spine as she kneeled back down between his legs. She didn't have experience with this sort of thing but when you read as much as Hermione you are bound to run into books you are not supposed to. Or rather porno mags.
So going off what she read she gripped his member with her hands marveling at just how warm it was and how stiff. Her hands barely fit around it, it felt like she was holding a forearm rather than a penis. But just being this close, touching it was sending waves of excitement through her, so much so that she thought she would have a minor climax just from touching him.
Then slowly Hermione raised her hands up and down using the slickness to rub him. Harry allowed his head to roll back as he enjoyed the efforts of Hermione, she could use some more experience and practice but that could be fixed. Then there was the delightful feeling of her panties still over the head of his cock.
"That's very nice Hermione, but that's not gonna get me clean is it?" Harry teased and Hermione looked up at him with shaky anticipation. She nodded and took her panties off his tip exposing his bulbous head. She was about to lay her panties on the ground before Harry stopped her.
"Wait, we should just let those sit on the ground right? There must be a better place to put them." Harry said as he looked towards Pansy's knickers which were on the ground and he summoned them to his hand with a flick of fingers. There were still wet but had gone cold on the floor. He then looked towards an expectant Hermione and glanced over to the still-asleep Pansy whose pussy he noted was closing up already but was still plenty wide. He looked between the two girls a few times before he got a perverted idea. He took Hermione's panties from her and took both pairs he had and went over to Pansy he then allowed them to drop into the pool of cum that had leaked out of Pansy and even stuffed them into her pussy.
The girl moaned in her sleep as Harry then extracted the now cum soaked knickers and came back over to Hermione.
"Stand and lift your skirt." Hermione did so feeling her stomach flutter at what he could be doing. "Now bend over." Harry ordered and she did so he then walked around to her back "Now I want you to spread your bum please." Harry said and Hermione felt her face heat up as he body began to shiver. She did reach around and using bother her hands spread her butt cheeks exposing her puckered anal hole which twitched at his attention. Then in quick succession, he cast a wandless cleaning charm on Hermione who felt the odd sensation fill her before she was suddenly overtaken by the feeling of Harry stuffing her ass with the cum soaked panties.
His finger went in and out as she felt him shove the entirety of both hers and Pansy's panties into her bum. Her body shook uncontrollably as Harry finished his task and Hermione stood still feeling the slick and cool fabric in her anus.
"There now we won't lose them and keep them off the ground," Harry said and sat back in his seat. Hermione just stood there a moment her mouth agape as she reveled in the sensations of what Harry just did to her. It was so perverted and she should've been appalled but instead, she felt nothing but excitement and arousal. After she gathered herself as best she could she went to her knees again and began to lick Harry's cock. The act he just performed sending her lust into overdrive as she practically drank in the juices left over from Pansy along with Harry's cum.
She then went to the tip of his cock and began to kiss it and lick it, if she was in her right state of mind she would've thought twice about what she was going to do, about the size difference and the dangers. But that state of mind was properly shut off right now and was on lockdown while the primal slut side was in full swing.
Harry watched in amazement as Hermione managed to open her little mouth wide enough to allow his cock entry into her mouth. He expected her to just lick and kiss his cock but she was going for the full fellatio. He wanted to warn her but he was too caught up with just sheer shock and pleasure as she managed to get about three inches of his cock into her mouth. He could feel her small tongue waggling on his length and the sight of her face with stuffed cheeks and her eyes looking up at him.
She wanted more and so did he. So Hermione stood to get a better angle as she forced even more of his cock into her mouth and he could feel himself begin to enter the back of her throat. This must have been a side effect of the Spark cause there is no way that any of these girls should be able to take his member into their bodies like this in any of their holes. And yet here they were and Hermione was not slowly descending on his cock.
Her eyes watering and gagging could be heard as she forcefully shut down her gag reflex. It was obscene to see her face desperately stretch to accommodate his cock not to mention what he could see of her throat begin to bulge. He could feel her throat contract around his length as she gulped him down and after six inches he knew she was not able to breathe anymore but that didn't stop her.
Precious, wonderful Hermione, one of his favorite students and best in her class was choking herself on his cock and enjoying it. The mere thought that Hermione would go to her class and her classmates would have no idea just how much of a slut she was acting like right now excited him beyond words. Not to mention Padma and Pansy.
These thoughts made harry lose his cool as he suddenly stood and gripped Hermione's head and shoved the rest of his four inches into her throat, and Hermione was helpless to do anything about it as Harry began bucking his hips into her face. Hermione was lost, she didn't expect to feel such pleasure from something like this but she did. Every time he thrust into her throat it seemed to travel to her pussy and she could feel herself leak.
The way he gripped her head and chased his release using her throat, the ever-present feeling of her and Pansy's panties in her bum slick with love juices. And apparently, Hermione was somewhat of a masochist herself like Pansy as the loss of oxygen from having her throat blocked with a hard dick was sending jolts of pleasure right through her.
Harry saw the effect he was having on Hermione, even as her hands hung limp as she surrendered to his thrusts. It wasn't long before Harry saw the familiar jet of girl cum shoot from Hermione as her body convulsed. She was fighting desperately to stay away but like Pansy, the mixture of bliss and lack of oxygen was making that a losing battle. During her orgasm, Harry took advantage of her weak legs and forced her to her knees so now he stood directly over her thrusting down into her throat and her head was forced to look straight up.
Harry found his climax just as Hermione finally lost her battle and her eyes rolled into her head as she felt the jets of hot cum enter her and fill her stomach flooding her body with a delightful warm feeling as her vision went black. Harry continued to thrust every so often into her throat as he unleashed his cum into her. When he started coming down he slowly and gently extracted himself from Hermione. The sight of her bulging throat shrinking back down as his cock left it and finally left her mouth.
He picked her up and laid her down next to Pansy and with a quick wave of his hand cleaned up the mess on the bed so they could rest comfortably. He got a final thrill of perverted satisfaction when he saw a bit of the girl's panties peeking out from Hermione's bum. He really wanted to claim Hermione but he controlled himself and simply pulled the sheets to cover the two.
He really needed to talk with Aurora again.