Chapter 7
"So what do you think?" Hermione asked, nervous about his opinion. Harry, however, thought her idea was brilliant.
"It's a wonderful idea!" he happily told her. Hermione blushed and smiled shyly.
"Really?" she asked.
"Of course. Having our own Headquarters while at school is a great idea," he told her, looking around the room. "What is this place?"
"I'm not sure," Hermione told him, much more confident now that she knew that he liked her idea. "There were no desks when I found it, so I don't think that it's a classroom, or at least it hasn't been used as one in recent times. It's too small to be a teacher's quarters. I'm not sure what it was used for, but I think that it's perfect for us," she said excitedly, bouncing in place.
"Indeed it will be. It just needs a bit of work," Harry commented as he walked around. He ran his finger down a wall and looked at it. It was covered in dust. He turned back to Hermione. " … and a bit of cleaning."
"We can add bookshelves and desks and have a lovely space for us to read and do homework and study …" she carried on. Harry rolled his eyes and walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms securely around her slim waist and gave her a squeeze. She squeaked and blushed when he leaned in and kissed the side of her neck.
"And maybe a large bed to have fun on?" he teased as his hands slid up her young body, and he groped her covered breasts. Hermione shuddered in his grasp.
"D-Definitely," she gasped out as her nipples were being stimulated. "Should we invite Ginny into this?" she asked.
"Yeah. I think that would be a good idea. We've been keeping her out of the loop about what we're doing, but this is different. She'll notice if we're suddenly gone all the time. Besides, sooner or later we'll tell her about our plans. At least we will when we actually have a plan to tell her," Harry snorted. He gave Hermione's neck one last nip before letting her go. She straightened her clothes while Harry looked around the room again. He suddenly had an idea.
"Can I speak with a Hogwarts House-Elf, please?" he called out. Hermione was just about to ask what he was doing when a pop filled the room. Standing before them was a creature that Harry was very familiar with.
"Dobby?!" he exclaimed over seeing the little elf. "What are you doing here?"
"Dobby be taking a job at Hoggywarts, Master Harry Potter sir!" the elf told them happily and proudly. "I's be getting paid and everything!"
"That's brilliant, Dobby! Can you do us a favor?" he asked.
"Anything for brave Harry Potter sir!"
The elf beamed in happiness at the prospect of doing something for his savior. His ears were sticking straight up in excitement.
"Can you clean up this room and add a bed?" Harry asked.
"And three desks, some chairs, and some bookshelves?" Hermione suddenly joined in, not wanting her study aids to be left out.
"Of course! I's be doing it right now! It will be done after dinner, Harry Potter sir!" he squeaked in joy and ushered them out so that he could start right away. The little elf had to work fast since it was less than an hour before dinner started. Shrugging, Harry led them away from the room. Hermione was talking about ways to conceal the room when Harry suddenly felt a little bit randy. Looking around the deserted hallway, he neither saw nor heard anyone even close to them. It wasn't surprising. Hermione had done a wonderful job picking out a room that was far off the beaten path. Deciding to reward her, he grabbed her hips and directed her against the wall.
"Harry! What are you …?" she began to ask, but Harry shushed her.
"Drop your robe and place your hands on the wall and leave them there," he told her. Hermione blushed but did what he said. Placing her hands on the wall, she felt him bend over and lift the back of her skirt up.
"Someone could see!" Hermione hissed in embarrassment. It didn't seem to help since Harry pulled her panties down to her knees.
"They certainly could, so we better hurry up!" he chirped as she felt the tip of his cock rub against her naked slit. Hermione gasped and rested her hot forehead against the cold stone of the castle walls. Once Harry was lined up, he thrust forward and sank deeply into her. Hermione let out a pleasured squeal as his cock bottomed out. With her legs parted and her ass jutting out, she desperately tried not to cry out loud when he started brutally fucking her right there in the hallway. Even so, she could clearly hear the clapping of his hips on her ass reverberating throughout the corridor. She could hear the squelching of her wet pussy tightening while trying to keep him within. To her, the sounds were near deafening as they echoed off the stone walls. She bit her lip and fluttered her eyes as beads of arousal dripped from her stuffed twat and rolled down the insides of her thighs. When Harry's magnificent cock battered her g-spot, Hermione was forced to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure. Her body was rocked by orgasm after orgasm, but the brute continued to fuck her relentlessly. His hips were like a jackhammer, pounding away at her without tiring. His fat, bloated sack swung back and forth, slapping against her throbbing clit as she was ruthlessly fucked.
Unable to stop herself, she screamed loudly as she came as hard as she ever had. Harry pushed her body tightly against the wall and filled her sopping wet hole with cum. As he pumped her full of seed, they suddenly heard footsteps coming in the distance. Harry smirked and pulled up her panties before doing the same to his pants.
"We better hurry," he told her, tossing her school robes at her. Hermione squeaked in fear and ran with him down the hall and out of sight.
The Six Million Galleon Man
As he ate, he once again kept his eyes trained on a certain gorgeous, female Slytherin. She was sitting by her friend, a girl named Tracey Davis. At least most people assumed that they were friends. She was practically the only person that Daphne regularly talked to. Finding information on Daphne had been a bit of a challenge. No one seemed to know anything about her, other than she was good-looking, and she usually kept to herself. Harry, of course, already knew that. He had written to his contacts in the Department of Mysteries and received a packet of information on the Greengrass family.
Harry already knew that the family made their money through importing, but that was all he found out from Narcissa. He had to admit that he was a bit too distracted by the MILF's lovely body to ask any further. As it turned out though, a large portion of their money came from bringing in magical beasts from all over the world. They specialized in handling the biggest and most dangerous beasts on the planet. Harry wasn't surprised by this. The more dangerous an animal is usually means the more money that you get from it. Some of the animals were used for breeding or even consumption. Most, however, were slaughtered for potion ingredients. The Greengrasses didn't do any of that though. They just brought them into the country … or at least they used to.
Their business had taken a serious hit when the Ministry cracked down on the importation of highly restricted beasts. As it so happened, those were the ones that made the Greengrass family a fortune. After that avenue had dried up, they had struggled to find a foothold in other markets. It wasn't as simple as stopping the importation of beasts and starting to import food or books. Other pureblood families already had monopolies on importing practically everything else, just as they had with animals. So unless they found a way to undercut the price in a meaningful way, they were kind of stuck.
Daphne's father had been doing a fairly good job of keeping things going after the Ministry's crackdown. That was until everyone's favorite ferret stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Harry certainly didn't mind. Their loss was his gain. He just needed to figure out a way to get that contract away from him.
Harry knew that Malfoy fancied himself as the next great leader of the Malfoy clan. He had an over-inflated ego like no other. There was no way that he would allow someone else to handle the family business affairs. Since his mother was no longer a member of the family, that left him to handle the books. It was a dumb mistake on his part. Running a wealthy family was a full-time job, and Malfoy was still a student. From spying on him, Harry knew that he was sending letters several times a day. That meant that he was likely conducting his family business from school. This brought a smile to Harry's face. It was one hundred percent guaranteed that Malfoy was dumb enough to bring the family business files with him to school … including all active contracts.
Now Harry just needed to figure out how to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room and Draco's dorm.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Late at night when everyone was sleeping, Harry covered himself in his Invisibility Cloak and silently skulked down the corridors of the school, periodically looking at the Marauder's Map that was activated in his hand. The path to the Slytherin Common Room was easy enough to follow. Harry even learned a few new shortcuts from the map. He made his way down the staircase and into the Entrance Hall. There was a door on the right that led him deep into the bowels of the castle. The map didn't actually show him the location of the Slytherin Common Room, but it did show him where the Slytherins were all sleeping. Not only that, but he had been there before. Once there, he began checking the area, trying to remember where the door was.
Sadly, it was all for not. He checked every inch of the area but couldn't find it. Knowing that the House Common Rooms were all somewhat hidden, this didn't dissuade him from looking. He just needed to look a little harder. Pulling out his wand, he began waving it around the corridor where the entrance should be at. Nearly as fast as he cast the Detection Spells, readings began flooding in. This area of the corridor was absolutely covered in Detection Spells and Enchantments. He would have a tough time discerning them all. One that he recognized immediately was a mild Confundus Charm. Harry shook his head and backed away from the area. Once he was at a safe distance, he continued trying to make sense of his readings.
From what he could tell, Slytherins were keyed into the area's protections. Anyone not keyed in would become somewhat confused about the Common Room's location when they entered or left the Enchanted area. There were also some Anti-Spying Charms laced around the area. All of this made sense to Harry. The Slytherins weren't well-liked amongst their peers, and they needed all the protection that they could get. Sadly for Harry, he wouldn't be getting into the Common Room that night. Also, simply following a student back might not work. It would be a disaster if he was found out. No, he needed to go about this another way.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps quickly making their way toward him. Harry threw the cloak back over himself and hid around the corner. Peeking his head around the corner, he saw Snape coming to check out the area. Looking around, the greasy bat pulled out his wand and began waving it. Harry quickly ducked back around the corner and silently made his escape. It just confirmed what he figured. That area was being monitored at all hours of the day. His spellcasting likely triggered an alarm. He decided to go back to his dorm and get some rest. He'd come up with a plan to get in.
It was the next day when he asked Hermione for her advice. They were in their new HQ examining everything that Dobby had done the day before. Like Harry had requested, there was a very large and comfortable-looking bed against one wall of the room. Like Hermione had wanted, there were desks, a sofa, and multiple bookshelves for her to fill up. They hadn't told Ginny about the room yet, but she was planning to later that day.
"That's tricky," Hermione commented, thinking of an answer to the problem. "I think that you're right. If you try to sneak in without someone noticing, you might end up getting caught. Unfortunately, there are no windows for you to sneak in through either," she told him.
"What I need is to temporarily scramble the Detection spells. That would allow me to sneak in undetected," Harry said as he sat on the bed, bouncing up and down a bit to test its comfiness.
"Do you know how to do that?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. She had never heard of a spell like that.
"I know a spell," Harry told her. "It wouldn't work on powerful wards like the ones on the castle, but the ones in the corridor are fairly weak. The spell should scramble them for at least an hour."
"Then why don't you use it? … And you better show me the spell!" Hermione turned her head to glare at him for keeping cool spells to himself.
"Because I'm positive that the stone that's anchoring those wards and enchantments is located inside the Common Room. The entrance is powerful enough to block the scrambling spell," Harry explained. Hermione tapped her chin while in thought.
"If only we knew how to enchant objects. Then you could enchant that spell onto something and trigger it to go off at a certain time. Then you'd just have to find a way to hide it on a Slytherin's body or in their bag," she told him. Harry smiled and walked over to her. Hermione squeaked when he lifted her up and kissed her. She was just getting into the kiss when he suddenly broke it.
"That's brilliant, Hermione! I don't know how to enchant it but a contact that I know does. I'll message them and have it sent over."
Hermione flushed with embarrassment but secretly liked the praise that she had received. She liked the fact that he placed her on the bed and stuck his head underneath her skirt even better.
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The next day, Harry received a secret package containing an enchanted "fake" knut. Now all he had to do was slip it on an unknowing Slytherin, and he knew just the right target.
Pansy Parkinson had been subtly looking at him during meal times. Having not been physically close to her, she hadn't experienced the limited "allure" that he had developed after his gene-splicing, at least not fully. Harry discovered that she had started taking notice of him during one of the few classes that they shared with the Slytherins. During class, even though they sat away from each other, they were still close enough for her to feel it. It seemed that she was intrigued. She tried to hide the fact that she was looking at him from her housemates, but Harry noticed. Now he would use that to his advantage.
After dinner that night, Harry waited for her group to leave the Great Hall and go back to the dungeons. He waited hidden around a corner and when he saw them pass by, he hit them with a mild Confundus Charm. Because of that, her friends didn't notice when he reached out and snatched her hand. He pulled her around the corner as her friends carried on back to the dungeons, talking nonsense until the charm finally wore off. Pansy shook her head in confusion as her mind snapped back to normal.
"What the …? Potter?!" she shrieked, and Harry shushed her. He held her by the hips and trapped her against the wall. He saw her cheeks turn pink as he pressed in closer.
"You may want to lower your voice, Pansy. Otherwise, we won't be able to have any fun," he teased as his hands traveled from her hips to her sides. Sadly, her robe was in the way.
Pansy snorted but didn't pull away from him. "Fun? With you? Please," she snorted sarcastically. Her words meant nothing to him. He could feel her trembling as he pulled her into an empty room. Once in the safety of the room, he began unclasping her robe.
"I've noticed you checking me out. It's been happening quite a lot lately. Are you sure that you're not curious to find out what it's like to give in to your fantasies?" he asked as her robe pooled on the floor. He didn't even bother waiting for an answer. He reached underneath her skirt and firmly grabbed her panty-clad bottom. Pansy squealed and gripped his shoulders tightly when he lifted her off the ground. As her body was pressed against the wall, she was forced to part her legs to give him more room.
Pansy was breathing heavily from being so close to him. She didn't deny that she had been fantasizing about him lately. There was just something about him. Every time that she was near, her pussy began to heat up, and her panties became moist. Not only that, but Draco had been ignoring her this year. He only opened his mouth to fire off an insult or two. That just wouldn't do. She was a woman and had needs. Now she was with a boy that clearly wanted to fulfill her needs. 'Would it be so bad to give in?' she thought to herself.
Her eyes fluttered closed when he leaned in and captured her lips. She couldn't help but moan into his mouth as they began to make out. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist just as he started sucking on her tongue. Just being in his arms was incredible. Her pussy was already wetter than it had ever been, and they were just getting started. Unable to control herself, she ground her panty-clad pussy against his raging erection as his hand squeezed and groped her pert bottom. She broke the kiss and gasped through a mini orgasm. Harry moved his lips down to her graceful neck.
"PANSY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" they heard her friends yell in the distance. Pansy squeaked and forced herself out of his grasp.
"I have to go before I get caught!" she said quietly in a panicked voice. Harry nodded.
"Okay, but I'm not done with you by a long shot," he teased, earning a blush from her. She was stopped from responding when he grabbed her again and kissed her deeply. Pansy allowed him to manhandle her until he finally let go. She quickly fixed herself up and scampered out the door, unaware that an enchanted coin was in her robe pocket.
Chapter 8
Hiding in the shadows around the corner, Harry Potter checked the time on his watch. He still had a few more minutes to wait.
The previous night, he had placed the enchanted coin in Pansy's robe knowing that the following night, it would go off at a predetermined time. He had done all of the prep work beforehand. He had followed Pansy and her friends again after dinner and used a long-range listening device to hear their password to the Slytherin Common Room. After that, he went back to his new Headquarters and waited until he needed to get going.
As his watch showed three a.m., Harry felt the second coin in his pocket begin to vibrate. The second coin was magically tethered to the coin in Pansy's robe. When her coin went off, it would set off the alarm on Harry's, telling him that it was time. Now he had to hurry and get in as it wouldn't last long. Harry silently scampered from around the corner and made his way to the blank stretch of wall. "Always Pure," he stated with a bit of disgust at their choice of passwords. As if by magic, the door suddenly appeared, and Harry walked in.
The Slytherin Common room was exactly as he remembered it. It was adorned with many different shades of green. The wooden furniture that was placed around the room looked to be fancier or more expensive than that of the Gryffindor Common Room. His Common Room tried to go for the more homey feel rather than a feeling of luxury like the Slytherins did. Like in his, theirs had a large fireplace with chairs spaced out around it. Above the fireplace was a large mantel with a painting of a great serpent. He also noticed that the fire was burning just a little bit brighter than in the Gryffindor Common Room. Perhaps it was because it was quite a bit colder way down in the dungeons, Harry thought to himself. He looked around while being careful not to expose himself from underneath his cloak. He saw one beefy-looking male asleep on a couch near the far corner of the room. He made sure to avoid that area so as to not wake him.
Harry pulled out his Marauder's Map and tapped it with his wand. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he very quietly stated. Instantly, ink lines began appearing on the paper until the map was fully functional. Even though the room was very dim with only the fire-producing light, Harry had no problems easily reading the map. He smiled to himself. He was very happy with all of the upgrades to his body. If he ever found the one responsible, he'd thank him before punching his face in. From what Croaker had told him, his Uncle Vernon had indeed been the victim of an Imperius Curse. As much as Harry wanted to blame the unpleasant bastard, he would give the old walrus a pass this time.
Standing there in the middle of the Common Room, Harry's eyes roamed to the section of the map that showed the Slytherins' sleeping arrangements. There were several dots that were nearly on top of each other, telling him that they were likely sharing a bed. It appeared that there was no boundary between the male and female dorm rooms like there was in Gryffindor. As he studied the map, he could even see a pair of male names that were sharing a bed. He made sure to remember that to add it to his dossiers. While he didn't particularly care about anyone's mating habits, every bit of information was useful … at least according to Croaker. Harry continued scanning the paper until he found Malfoy's name. He found it strange that Malfoy's name appeared alone on the map. When he had checked sometime in the past, he remembered Malfoy's name always being next to Crabbe and Goyle's. Upon studying the map, he could see that some shared a dorm while others lived alone. He guessed that in Slytherin, you could choose to live alone, or maybe some were being ostracized. He didn't know or care. All he cared about was completing his mission and going to sleep. It was very late after all.
Following his name to find his room was easy enough. He went down a set of stairs and followed a cold, stone passageway around thirty meters or so until he found it. Malfoy was staying in one of the last rooms in this hallway. According to the map, this area only held single rooms, though it seemed that some of those singles happened to be entertaining guests. Thankfully, Malfoy was alone. He stopped in front of the ferret's door and waved his wand. Being a fourth-year of average skill, Harry didn't expect Malfoy's door to contain any advanced wards. Of course, he could always pay an older year to place some for him, but that would mean placing his trust in someone else that was looking for a way to get ahead. Harry didn't think that anyone in Slytherin would trust an outside source for their safety and security. Harry certainly wouldn't.
As he suspected, Malfoy's door only had an alarm ward with a trigger. Harry took the next few minutes to easily, but carefully, dismantle his beginner-level ward. After making sure that everything was clear, Harry placed Silencing Spells on the door, both to keep sound from escaping the room, but also to keep the door from squeaking when opened. He cracked the door open and threw a tiny vial across the room until it broke against the wall. He used the same knockout gas that he had used with the fake Moody. Just like then, he waited until he was sure that the gas had dissipated before sneaking in. Closing the door behind him, he magically locked it so that no one would come in after him. Before him, the blonde ponce was sleeping soundly on the bed. After hitting him with a Stunner, Harry poked him several times in the ribs with his wand to make sure that he wasn't going to wake up. Seeing that he was dead to the world, Harry got to work.
Malfoy's desk was in the corner of his moderately-sized room and was covered in paperwork and folders. Once again, he waved his wand at the pile and found no Charms or Curses on any of it. Most of it was everyday stuff like financial reports and whatnot. Finally finding the correct folder, he opened it up and began pawing through it. The Greengrass Contract was easy enough to find. There weren't many of these types of contracts in there, but there were a few. He was tempted to take them all, but that would lead to him likely getting exposed as a thief.
There was one problem though. If Malfoy suddenly discovered that only the Greengrass contract was missing, he would immediately blame her for its theft. Harry needed this to be done in secret, so he had come up with a plan. It wasn't the most elegant of plans, but it should work, he thought to himself as he pulled her contract from the small pile and placed it in his enchanted pocket. He waved his wand and Transfigured some of the items on his desk into a crude but passable swarm of bees. He then walked over to Malfoy and placed a Compulsion on him to use fire spells. After that, he gave him the antidote to the knockout gas and then hit him with a very powerful Rennervate. Instantly, Malfoy gasped and sat up quickly. He took a moment to wake properly, but when he did, his eyes widened. In a panic, he grabbed his wand and aimed it at the buzzing menace that just happened to be hovering over his desk.
"INCENDIO!" the ferret shouted, and a jet of fire erupted from the tip of his wand. Harry watched underneath his cloak as the fire torched the insects but also his entire desk. "AARRGH!" Malfoy yelled and jumped up. He ran to the desk and desperately tried to stamp out the fire. Harry took the opportunity to hit him with a weak Confundus Charm. As his eyes momentarily glazed over, Harry slipped out of his room and shut the door behind him. Just as the door shut and he removed his spellwork from the door, he heard Malfoy continuing to stamp out the burning cinders while cursing up a storm. Not bothering to stick around, he made his way out of the Slytherin Common Room just in time. As he slipped around the corner, he saw the greasy bat jogging over and going in to check on his Slytherins. Harry suspected that there must have been some kind of fire alarm in the dorms. He kept that in mind for the future.
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"So you're plotting against You-Know-Who? And Hermione knew all this time?" Ginny asked, peeved as she placed her hands on her waist and glared at him. Harry rolled his eyes as he laid comfortably on the large and luxurious bed in their new HQ. He brought his hands behind his head and threaded his fingers.
"Relax. Hermione hasn't known for very long at all. We don't even have any solid plans yet. The first big thing that we did was get this room, and then I told you all about it. Now here we are," he said, smiling at the cute redhead. Ginny huffed which caused her bare breasts to jiggle slightly. His eyes immediately locked onto them. She looked down and saw what he was staring at. She rolled her eyes and scooted down to join Hermione, who was bobbing her head on his cock. When a second tongue joined in, Harry moaned in pleasure. He watched as each girl licked and sucked on a different side of his cock. At one point, he pulled his cock from between their lips and gently pushed their heads together. When their little, pink tongues touched and began to massage one another, Harry nearly blew his load. He made his way to Ginny's backside and cupped her bald mound in his palm. The heat coming off of her body was amazing, he thought as he savored the sensation of her incredibly smooth skin.
When his thumb began to climb and slipped between her wet lips, Ginny moaned like a whore and wiggled her bottom temptingly. He used his other hand to explore the soft skin of her thighs and bare back while this thumb climbed even higher. Ginny squealed into Hermione's mouth when the pad of his thumb pressed against her tight asshole. The wetness that his thumb had collected was smeared all over her puckered hole. Harry smiled wickedly as he watched her ass clenching every time that he put some pressure on it. He suddenly leaned over and opened a small cabinet beside the bed. Inside they stored the girls' feminine products, medicine, and of course, a bottle of MagiGlyde. It wasn't long before he had his cock all lubed up and ready to go.
Ginny shuddered violently when lube was squirted on her ass. When Harry began to finger-fuck her asshole to get her insides all slick, she held on tightly to Hermione. As his finger pulled out, she knew that something far bigger was about to take its place. Sure enough, she felt the familiar sensation of her poor, little asshole being stretched to take that beast that hung between his legs. Inch by inch he sunk into her. Ginny gritted her teeth as Hermione lovingly rubbed her back. Hermione knew how uncomfortable it was when she was first stretched. Once he was in and began to slowly fuck her, the slight pain would go away and turn into incredible pleasure. But until then, Ginny was gripping the sheets tightly while squealing against her friend's chest. It was only when he was balls deep in her ass that she could truly appreciate how big he truly was.
Hermione maneuvered Ginny until she was lying between her spread legs. She could feel Ginny's body quivering as Harry massaged her pale cheeks. When she finally lifted up her head, Ginny's cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily. Hermione got the perfect view as Harry pulled back and pushed forward again. Ginny's eyes fluttered as the deepest parts of her were reached. After a few more thrusts, Ginny collapsed forward into Hermione. Hermione wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly as Harry plowed harshly into her behind. The force of his thrusts was jerking her body back and forth, causing Ginny's hard nipples to rub against Hermione's. Hermione decided to help out and began fondling every inch of her body that she could get her hands on. Within moments, Ginny was panting like a bitch in heat. Her asshole was being reshaped to fit his girth while Hermione was spreading her cheeks apart and furiously making out with her. Ginny was beginning to see spots as Harry made her cheeks clap viciously. Pussy juice was pouring from her contracting cunt and wetting Hermione's belly. Unable to hold back, she started flopping around, and it was only Hermione's tight grip that kept her from falling over. Her squeals became louder as her tunnel squeezed his fat cock. She suddenly felt Harry push all the way in and release deep into her bowels. Her loud cries of pleasure drowned out the sound of rushing liquid as she squirted all over their new bed. It was a lovely way to break in their new room.
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Daphne snuck another look at Malfoy. While normally at this time, she would be daydreaming about the many ways that she wanted to kill him, but that day she was wondering what had happened to him.
She wasn't sure what had happened last night, but there was some kind of commotion that had woken quite a few people up and even warranted a visit from their Head of House. Whatever had happened, either people were being very tight-lipped about it, or they didn't know. She tended to believe the latter. Everyone in Slytherin loved to gossip if the gossip wasn't about them. This led her to believe that it was something juicy. Sadly, she hadn't been able to find out. Going back to her food, she mentally chided herself for constantly looking at him. If someone noticed, rumors might start up. That would be just what she needed, rumors about her and "The Masturbator". She had to stop herself from snorting at that name. Instead, her eyes turned to her somewhat-friendly acquaintance, Pansy Parkinson. Once again, her eyes were trained on Potter. Daphne had warned the girl to stop staring at him, that she would start rumors. It seemed that she was unable or unwilling to follow her advice. Daphne looked at Potter as well.
While she didn't want to admit it, she could understand why Pansy kept looking. Over the summer, Potter had definitely blossomed. He had grown much taller and put on a decent amount of muscle since the end of last year. Before, he was the shortest boy of their year. Now, he was the tallest. Daphne didn't know what it was about him that intrigued her so. Whenever she was near him, it was as if he was a magnet trying to pull her closer. What really annoyed her was her body's reaction. No boy had ever made her tingle between her legs before. It was a sensation that she was ill-equipped to deal with. Daphne had never been what you would call an affectionate or amorous person. She had only touched herself once to see what all the hubbub was about. Perhaps she wasn't doing it right, but for whatever reason, she didn't care for it much and never tried it again. While touching herself, what she felt didn't even come close to the pleasure that she received just by looking at Potter. The thought of it alone was making her damp.
She was pulled out of her less-than-pure thoughts by the sensation of something crawling up her leg. As she looked down, her body jumped slightly, and she was barely able to hold back a squeal of fright. She had thought that a bug was crawling up her robe, but on closer inspection, it was a folded piece of parchment. Taking a sly glance from side to side, she let out a breath when she saw that no one had seen her reaction. She plucked the Charmed paper from her robe and stuffed it in her pocket. There was no way that she'd be able to read it in secret at the Slytherin table.
Waiting for dinner to finish was especially difficult. She desperately wanted to know who had the audacity to send her a note like that. When they finally made it back to the Common Room, she was able to get away from Tracey long enough to unfold the paper.
Greengrass,
I have come into possession of a certain contract that pertains to your family that Malfoy used to own. If you would like to discuss it with me, meet me tonight at midnight sharp. When you leave your Common room, take a right and go to the end of the corridor. Turn left and go to the end of that corridor. At the end, there is a room on the right. I'll be waiting. Come alone and don't be late. I won't wait long.
Daphne crumpled the paper angrily in her hand. Either someone had stolen the contract, or Malfoy had sold it to someone else. Either way, it might be very bad news for her family, depending on who now has it. Her first instinct was to set up some kind of trap or ambush. She quickly squashed those ideas. No, her best bet was to see who it was and listen to what they had to say. She could decide what to do after that. She checked the clock and sighed. It seemed that more waiting was in her future that night.
Chapter 9
Daphne looked over to her side and checked on her friend. Tracey was lightly snoring while deeply asleep. It was quite easy to drug the girl with sleeping potions. Daphne didn't like having to do that to her friend, but there was no choice. She couldn't have Tracey waking up and asking questions, or worse, following.
She checked the clock for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour. She found that only a couple of minutes had passed since the last time that she had checked it. Sighing deeply, she regretted that patience wasn't one of her strong suits. Feeling too keyed up to continue sitting down, she stood up and began pacing back and forth across the length of her room. Occasionally, she would stop and tap her foot nervously. While she wasn't usually the nervous type, the future of her family could hang in the balance, depending on what she found that night.
She had decided to dress in case she needed to fight. It wouldn't be smart to have a duel while wearing a skirt and high heels. Her shapely legs were covered with a tight pair of jeans that hugged her hips and ass wonderfully. She didn't usually wear jeans while at school. Some dumbass would remark that they were a muggle invention, therefore unfit for a pureblood like her. While she didn't care who invented them, sometimes it was smart to pick your battles. Tonight warranted their donning, however. Her upper half was covered in a thin t-shirt that ended just above the waistband of her jeans. When she stretched, a sliver of smooth, sexy skin was exposed. Thankfully, there was no one around to expose herself to. On her feet, she wore normal trainers. It seemed that she was going full muggle that night. Only Tracey knew of her love of muggle fashion. They had much better clothes than the wizarding world, in her opinion. She was really looking forward to the day when she finally graduated from Hogwarts, and she could put all this stupid pureblood vs muggle drama behind her. She didn't care for muggles, but then again, she didn't care for most people. That wouldn't stop her from enjoying the finer things in life, be it muggle or magical.
Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from blocking her vision if a fight did indeed break out. Looking at the clock again, she saw that it was close enough to the time that she needed to go. It would only take her a few minutes to make the short trip, but she was anxious. She took one last look at her friend and made her way out of the dorm room. She quietly escaped the Common Room without any of the lingerers looking up. It was normal for the Slytherins to leave after curfew, as long as they didn't get caught. She followed the directions that were provided in the note. They were easy enough to follow, and she had already memorized them from reading the note for any hidden clues dozens of times. Once she was in the correct corridor, she went to the end and stopped in front of the abandoned room. No one that she knew ever used these rooms. Hardly anyone beyond the Slytherins ever ventured this deep into the dungeons. Because of that, there were plenty of unused rooms that were closer to their Common Room. Being more than a little paranoid, she waved her wand at the door and found that there were no spells or wards on it. Feeling slightly better, she took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and walked through. Daphne was so focused that she failed to notice her body react to the limited Allure that Harry produced.
As she walked inside, her mouth nearly hit the floor. Harry Fucking Potter was sitting on a large, leather lounge chair and smiling at her. Beside him and somewhat facing him, there was another equally comfortable-looking chair that was empty.
"You're the one that has my contract?!" she bellowed out, annoyed at the situation. Harry turned around and pretended to look through his bag. In actuality, he was pulling it from his arm-trunk. There was no way that he was taking any risks with that contract. He quickly showed her the contract so that she would believe him. He saw the look on her face. He knew that she desperately wanted to get it back. He turned back around and put it back in his arm to keep it safe.
"As you just saw, I do indeed," Harry replied and smiled at her. Daphne growled at him softly.
"Okay, you bastard! What do you want?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Harry pointed at the chair, silently telling her to sit down. Daphne continued standing for a moment before she realized that he wasn't going to talk until she did. Huffing, she sat down. "Now spit it out!" she growled.
"I'm going to be real with you, Daphne. Voldemort isn't fully dead yet," Harry started and saw the girl flinch at the Dark Lord's name. "I'm working against him, but I can't do it alone. I need people on my side … people like you."
Daphne snorted. "Let's pretend I believe you about the Dark Lord. If true, then what could you possibly do to stop him? Besides, I'm a pureblood. I'd be safe from his ire," she told him.
"I have my secrets, but let's just say that I'm not as helpless as you might believe. And as far as you being safe, Voldemort probably killed more purebloods than he did muggleborn," Harry reasoned with her. Again, she jumped at the name.
"Will you stop using his name, Potter!" she hissed. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Fine. But my point stands. Maybe you'll survive. Or maybe he'll order your family to gift you to one of his cronies. Would you like to be a plaything for his Death Eaters? Would you like to be passed around and used as entertainment?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"That would never happen," she told him in disgust.
"It's probably already happened before to some pureblood girl. Maybe it won't be that extreme, but I guarantee that your family will be forced to pick a side. If he loses, your family will be imprisoned for life, if they're not dead already. If he wins, then your family will be at the whim of a madman for the rest of their lives. There's no good outcome for you," he told her. This made her stop short.
"Assuming that you're correct, am I supposed to throw my eggs into your basket?" she asked in annoyance, crossing her jean-covered legs. He noticed that she shook her foot in irritation and made a mental note of her mannerisms.
"It would be smart of you," he told her.
"And why would that be?" She raised her eyebrow at him this time.
"Because I'm going to win," he told her confidently. Daphne burst out laughing at the size of his ego. She watched Potter get up and violently swing his arm. His fist connected with the stone wall with a sickening crunch. Her laughing stopped when she saw that the stone had cracked in a spiderweb pattern around the spot where his fist connected. She also saw that his hand was severely broken.
"Are you insane, Potter?!" she hissed and jumped to her feet. She ran over to him and took his hand in hers, examining the damage. Before her eyes, she witnessed his torn knuckles heal and the bones click back into place. Within a minute, he was flexing his hand again as if nothing had ever happened.
"As I said, we all have our secrets, Daphne. You better believe that the next time I face the Dark Lord, he's going to get the surprise of his life," he said with certainty. His manly confidence mixed with the fact that she was now face to face with him was making her head swim. Being so close to his limited Allure was doing some very naughty things to her body. She closed her eyes to try and center herself. She definitely didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of the young man.
Harry knew that words alone weren't going to get it done with her. She was a girl that liked power, so he knew that his little display had gone a long way with her. He also knew of her fascination with him. He knew of the effect that he had on her body. Already her breathing had intensified and her body was slightly quivering. He just needed to give her a bit of extra motivation.
Daphne gasped as his hands reached out and took her by the hips. He pulled her in so that her front was completely pressed against his. Her brain told her to push him away and slap him for getting fresh, but her body refused to comply. It wanted him close. It wanted his body on hers. Her face had never felt so hot. "I want you on my side, Daphne. In return, you'll have me on yours."
She swallowed the lump in her throat as his face was so close to hers. His scent was intoxicating to her. His body was burning hot. Somehow, her hands had ended up on his forearms. She shuddered at the feeling of his hard, corded muscles that gripped her hips so firmly. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. His face leaned in a little further, and her body nearly collapsed underneath her. Her heart was pounding a thousand times a minute. His warm breath tickled her ear.
"Of course, we'll have to keep our arrangement a secret," he whispered, making her body tremble. "But then again … There are so many fun things that can be done in secrecy. Don't you think?" he teased as his hands slid around back and gripped her shapely ass. Daphne didn't know why, but she nodded vigorously.
When his lips touched hers, she moaned like she never had before. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to explore hers. She relished in the sensation of him sucking on her tongue while his hands cupped her denim-clad ass. Her lips never left his as he lifted her up by the ass and positioned her on his lap when he sat down in his chair. He suddenly broke the kiss as she straddled his lap. "Potter!" she gasped when his lips moved down to her thin, graceful neck. Her eyes fluttered when he began sucking on her delicate skin. His hands moved from her bottom and climbed up the back of her shirt. Her body broke into goosebumps when his fingertips traced the length of her spine.
Daphne lifted her arms without even thinking when Harry grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. As her arms lifted, the shirt that she was wearing rose up her body until it was pulled from her head. Instead of going back to her neck, his lips attached themselves to her bra-covered breasts. Daphne chittered and mewled, her fingers threading through his messy, black hair as he sucked on the tops of her breasts. His lips kept moving until they were exploring the valley between her lovely tits. Daphne's pussy had never been so wet before.
She didn't know what had come over her. Her hips were moving back and forth as she wildly dry-humped him. Suddenly, her bra fell down her arms, exposing her naked tits. She didn't even feel it when his hands unclasped it from the back. He pulled the lacy fabric from her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up. She felt embarrassed at the situation only for a second before his mouth found her hard nipple, causing her back to arch. Words left her mouth that she never would have used in front of her mother when Potter's talented tongue began to massage her hard and sensitive nub. Daphne looked down when he captured the tip of her nipple between his teeth, and he gave it a gentle tug. She gasped as her nipple stretched out from her body. Harry opened his mouth and let it snap back into place. His lips then went back up, and he started kissing her jawline. A sensual "Mmmm" sound left her mouth as he nipped at her skin.
"I need you on my side, Daphne. Will you promise me?" he asked. Before she could answer, he pulled an unsigned contract from the side table. Daphne was so horny that she had a hard time reading it. She much preferred to keep grinding against the bulge in his trousers. Even so, she read the contract. It said that he would hand over her family's contract if she signed this contract agreeing to work with him in the fight against the Dark Lord Voldemort. It also said that she could not intentionally betray him in any way concerning their goal. She didn't know what to do. At that moment, his hands were gently caressing her body, making her feel incredible. His fingertips were delicately grazing the soft skin of her underboobs, causing her body to shiver.
In the end, she decided to sign it. He didn't ask for her entire family's loyalty, only her own. Besides, he said that she could work in secret. If the Dark Lord was indeed still alive, then it was possible that he would somehow force her and her sister to do things that she definitely didn't want to do. Not only that, but Tracey was a half-blood who already got enough shit from the blood purists in Slytherin House. She shuddered to think about what could happen to her. She signed the contract and watched as he signed it as well. Once it was done, he put the contract away. He suddenly went back to kissing her bare shoulders and neck. Daphne closed her eyes. She needed to end things before she ended up going too far. She barely knew the boy after all.
"Would you like to celebrate our arrangement?" he teased her. His fingers slid down her smooth and toned belly until his fingertips slid underneath the waistband of her jeans. They slipped under the band of her panties and over her hairless mound. Harry loved the feeling of her incredibly soft skin. When his fingertips brushed over her throbbing clit, Daphne squealed and bucked wildly. She suddenly hopped off of his lap and onto her feet.
"Slow down, Potter!' she gasped, breathing heavily. Remembering that she was topless, she blushed deeply and covered her bare tits with her hands. Deciding to be a gentleman, he got up and handed her back her bra and shirt. "Thanks," she muttered as she turned around to put them back on. Out of nowhere, his hands wrapped around her belly, and his lips were attached to her neck again. Daphne's eyes fluttered as she tilted her head to the side.
"Can I see you again … soon?" he asked as he sucked on her pulse point. Daphne's nipples were beginning to hurt from being so hard.
"O-Okay … But I really need to get back before I get discovered," she moaned as his fingers tickled her belly button.
"Good. I'll contact you tomorrow in secret with instructions on where and when to meet me," he told her, groping her tits one last time. Daphne nodded her head, and he let her go. She slowly put her clothes back on as she tried to steady her breathing. She went to the door and took one last look at him, blushing before she left.
"Daphne?" he called out.
"Umm … Yes, Potter?" she asked softly, unsure of herself. He held out her family's contract. She blushed again at having forgotten. It was the sole reason why she came in the first place. She silently took it from him and walked out the door.
Harry smiled widely to himself. Now that he had her hooked, he was going to have a lot of fun with the sexy, young woman. It was too bad that her sister was still a bit too young. She was turning into quite the looker as well. She possessed much of the same beauty as Daphne did. Perhaps in a couple of years, he would make a move on her as well. Harry sat in the empty classroom for a short while, thinking things over. Should he invite Daphne over to their secret HQ? Should he inform her that Hermione and Ginny were in on it as well? His two friends already knew that he was trying to get Daphne on his side. He could tell that they were a bit jealous, but in the end, they remained silent about it. That was the power that the Veela had bestowed upon him. Just being around him was like a drug. Once they had gotten a taste, they wouldn't be inclined to willingly give it up. Pansy certainly proved that. He had only fooled around with her once, and she was already sending him steamy looks during shared classes and meals. He would have to further that relationship as well. She would be very easy to get on his side. Getting up, he made his way out of the dungeons and back to their secret room.
Going inside, he saw Hermione at her desk, scribbling on some parchment. Looking over to the bed, he saw Ginny asleep on her side. The blanket was pulled most of the way up, but he could see that her shoulders were bare. The redhead liked to sleep nude. Hermione looked his way and put her quill away. She stood up revealing that she was wearing a long t-shirt. It ended at her upper thighs, showing off almost all of her shapely, sexy legs. "Did everything go okay?" she asked. Harry nodded.
"She signed," he told her. Hermione smiled.
"Good," she replied and hugged him. As he hugged her back, she sniffed his shirt.
"You smell like perfume," she said, raising an eyebrow. Harry smiled back.
"I had to get inventive to get her to agree. You know how persuasive that I can be," he told her sensually, whispering in her ear to not wake up Ginny. Hermione shivered. His hand crept underneath the hem of her shirt, and he felt her pantyless bottom. She didn't have any more complaints after that.