A N: J. K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter World. I do not. I'm just having fun using it as a stage for my sick fantasies.
A N 2: WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER: The Long Awaited Harry/Tracey and then Harry/Daphne Not-Actually-A-Threesome with: Dub-Con, Female-On-Male Oral Sex and Handjob, Magical Orgasm Denial, Possessions, Borderline (VERY Borderline) Dub-Con, Throat Fucking, Male-On-Female Oral Sex, Female Masturbation, Normal Sex, Cum Shot, another Normal Sex (Still very Dub-Con), Spanking, Verbal Humiliation, Creampie and MAGIC! (Wow, there's quite a lot of stuff here...)
A N 3: Muroshi: Nope, that's Tracey's.
Uber Ghidorah: Yeah... I admit that maybe I went a bit too far with that...
FanFicNoob 87: Not before Christmas.
Ultron: Wow, you've surely put a lot of thought in that. I'm impressed. Also, your theory about Harry's strength being his bottled up emotions and issues is... Quite original, really. Good work. (In case you are wondering, no, that's not sarcasm. I really am impressed by your exposition).
A N 4: Wow, guys... more than 100,000 Views! I... I don't know what to say...
CHAPTER 7
In the Dungeon of the Ice Queen
By dinner, everyone had already known by now about Harry's and Pansy's controversial engagement.
Gryffindor's and Slytherin's boys alike were either shocked or appealed by either the Golden Boy or the Slytherin Princess's treacherous choice of partner, a fact they soon made known by intensifying the already hateful glares they were throwing at Harry.
The reaction of their female counterparts were alternating between cooing over the couple's "Forbidden Love" or wild jealousy over the bitch who had managed to get the much fabled Potter Fortune for herself.
Then, there were the Ravenclaws, all of whom had unanimously expressed their complete lack of interest on some uncultured Gryffindor's love life, and the Hufflepuffs, who nobody had cared to ask what they thought about it.
Of course, there were some exceptions to this.
Neville Longbottom, for example, was pretty much one of the only Gryffindor's or Slytherin's boys who hadn't suddenly turned on Harry for the boy's choice of "future wife", something which quickly earned him a systematic ostracism from their table, forcing him to take his meals sandwiched between 4 girls at the Ravenclaws Table.
Not that he complained.
Then there were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, two of the three Slytherins who were still on speaking terms with Pansy, mostly in fear of the reaction their hulking girlfriend Millicent, Pansy's best friend and bodyguard.
And then there was Daphne Greengrass.
Harry awoke with a groan.
He was currently sitting on a chair inside a bare, dimly lit room, his wrists tied up behind the back of the chair with some rope, his legs each tied to one chair leg.
He was also currently wearing only his boxers, something that didn't improve the room chilly temperature.
"I've been kidnapped," Harry obviously stated the obvious, "Again."
Two black robed figures emerged from the shadows.
Harry's teenage brain couldn't help but notice the fact that both of them were clearly female.
One of them made a step forward him. She was tall, her straight, platinum blonde almost white hair going down to her waist. Her cold, violet eyes were currently trained at him, a mixed look of disgust and contempt twisting her sharp features.
Of course, all of this was noticed only after Harry's teenage brain had noticed the girl's voluptuous breasts and ass, currently being hugged by the girl's apparently tight robes.
"Potter." She greeted, her tone devoid of any emotion.
Harry blinked, "Okay, not to be rude, but do I know you?"
The second figure gasped, murky brown eyes widening in outrage. She had auburn hairs descending in curls toward her shoulders, cupping her apple shaped face, her modest sized breasts bouncing lightly with her outrage.
"How dare you!" She cried in a seriously melodramatic voice as she gave him a resounding slap. "This!" She yelled as she gestured toward her blonde companion, whose only reaction had been thus far a slightly raised left eyebrow, "Is Daphne Greengrass, heir of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Greengrass AND Slytherin's Ice Queen! How could you not know about her!"
Harry brows furrowed in confusion. He remembered about a Greengrass, just one of the many names he had heard during his sorting ceremony, but he couldn't quite remember...
Harry started feeling the pain for the slap.
"Ow!" He cried, cursing his inability to reach for his stinging cheek, "That hurt."
The second girl's cheek turned red, "Oh... Oh Merlin, I'm Sorry..." She started, "I... I didn't think..." she started panicking.
"Tracey, calm down." The taller girl, Daphne, softly said as she placed a hand on her companion's shoulder, which promptly calmed down the auburn haired witch.
"I must apologize for my... associate, Potter." She said, her eyes still trained on him, "Sometimes her emotions get the best of her."
This caused Tracey to emit an half-hearted gasp.
"You may be wondering why are you here, Potter." Daphne said, completely ignoring her still blushing partner.
"Good question, why am I here?" Harry asked as his eyes landed on the two girls' green and silver badges on their robes.
Harry eyes widened in shock.
"Oh, crap!" He cursed, "You're going to hand me to Voldemort, aren't you?!" He said, causing in the shorter girl, Tracey, a full-body flinch, "Well, he'll never get me alive!"
"No, Potter, we're not going to hand you to the Dark Lord." Daphne said in an haughty tone, interrupting the boy's heroically suicidal rant, "Why would we, anyway? He'd probably just reward us with a Crucio, anyway..."
"Oh." Harry said, "Then why am I here?"
"You're here to sign this." Daphne said as she shoved a leaf of parchment under his nose, her hand leaving just now Tracey's shoulder.
Harry blinked as he started reading the parchment.
"I, Harry James Potter, Heir of the Most Noble, Most Ancient and Most Opulent House of Potter, being of sound mind and body, agree to pass the ownership of everything currently contained in my vaults to Daphne Lilith Greengrass, Heir of the-" Harry blinked again.
"I'm not going to sign this." Harry stated with a tone of finality as he shook his head.
This caused Tracey to take a sharp intake of breath.
"We have means to convince you, Potter..." Daphne darkly stated as she raised her wand, its tip already glowing green.
Harry scoffed at that, "Ah, I let you know that not even Voldemort's..." Tracey flinched at the mention of the self-styled Dark Lord name, "... Own Cruciatus curse managed to break my resolve!"
Daphne raised her left eyebrow, her face slipping into a blank mask, "Well then, Plan B it is..." She said as she lowered her wand, glancing towards Tracey, "Tracey, start jerking him off."
"What?" Harry yelled as Tracey cheeks took an interesting shade of red.
"I... I really have to?" She asked as she launched a clearly disgusted look toward him, "He's just an uncouth Gryffindor boy..."
"Hey!" Harry yelled in outrage only to be completely ignored by the two girls.
"Tracey..." Daphne softly said, grabbing the shorter girl's shoulders, "You know how much important him signing that contract is for me..."
Tracey slowly gulped, her eyes darting between Daphne's face and her hands currently half-hugging her.
"Okay." She squeaked, earning the faintest of smiles from her blonde friend.
She kneeled on the ground, positioning herself between Harry's spread legs.
"Hey, hey, hold on..." Harry tried to stop the auburn haired Slytherin as she took hold of the hem of the boy's boxers, "Look, there's no need to..."
In one swift move, Harry's pants were discarded, revealing the boy's already fully erect cock.
Tracey's eyes widened as she stared, mouth agape, at the wizard's manhood.
"Oh my, Potter. Already this hard at the prospect of an handjob..." Daphne commented, her eyes slightly darkening and the faintest of blushes colouring her otherwise pale cheeks, "... You really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"I'm not!" Harry denied vehemently, a statement which was quickly revoked by the half-contained moan from his lips as Tracey's fingers lightly brushed his length.
"Okay, this isn't normal..." Harry said between deep breaths, his voice suddenly breaking in a sharp intake of breath as Tracey's fingers curled around his cock.
She gave him a tentative stroke, a yelp escaping his mouth as pleasure shot through his body.
"W-What..." He tried saying before another groan escaped the Gryffindor's lips, "W-what is... T-this...?" Another stroke, this time more firm, causing Harry's mind to blank out for a second, "W-What are... you..." his gaze fell on the ground, where he just now noticed a circle of red, glowing runes surrounding him, Tracey and Daphne, "W-What..."
She gave a fourth stroke, causing the pre-cum erupting from the tip of his cock before being spread over his length with a fifth and sixth stroke.
Daphne conjured a chair, placing it a short distance from Harry before sitting on it "It's a Circle of Eternal Bliss, Potter, and it will prevent you to cum until you sign this contract all the while multiplying the pleasure you experience," She answered his unanswered question in a flat, almost clinical tone, "It's made of a combination of Futhark and Ancient Sumerian, along with some Hodor near the edges, something you would have known, had you took Ancient Runes as an elective..." She turned toward her co-conspirator, "Tracey, I think that's enough for now..."
Daphne's accomplice seemingly ignored her as she kept pumping him, her eyes transfixed on Harry's manhood as an undignified gurgling sound came out from the boy's mouth.
"Tracey!" Daphne snapped, snapping her shorter friend back into reality.
The auburn haired girl gave Harry one last stroke before uncurling her fingers from him, pouting slightly.
"I was starting to like it..." She murmured under her breath, her voice low.
"Sign the contract Potter." Daphne commanded him, once again shoving the sheet of parchment in front of him, "Even just a droplet of blood will be enough..."
Harry breathed hard, trying to regain his composure after the violent shocks of pleasure that had just passed through his body. His cock was harder than ever, throbbing painfully from the magically delayed orgasm.
Daphne waited patiently for Harry's response.
"N-no." He stammered once he had finally managed to get his breath in check. He couldn't give away his family vault, no matter what. It was one of the few things he had left of both his parents, he couldn't just give it away.
Daphne gave a small, almost imperceptible sigh at that.
"Well then." She said in a slightly disappointed tone "Tracey, if you don't mind..."
"Y-yes." The auburn haired girl shakily said as she once again curled her fingers around Harry's cock, causing a pained moan to escape the boy's mouth.
Tracey started stroking him, faster than before. All Harry could do was groan as Tracey's slim fingers continued pumping the young man's cock, his hands still tied behind the chair's back.
"I wonder what it tastes like..." Tracey muttered under her breath, her eyes glazed over as she started lowering her mouth toward the boy's manhood. She breathed on it, her fingers uncurling from Harry's length as she flickered her tongue out, barely scraping Harry throbbing manhood before placing a soft, almost gentle kiss on the tip of his cock.
"You know, Potter, everything would be easier if you just gave up already..." Daphne commented from her chair, her chin lazily resting on the palm of her hand, seemingly unbothered by Harry progressively more strangled moans as Tracey's lips parted, allowing the tip of his cock inside her mouth "Sign the contract, let me Obliviate you and then we can both return to our lives... Oh, he fainted already..." She stated, the last part accompanied by a disgusted sniff, "So pathetic..."
And he had indeed fainted, almost like someone had casted a stunner at him, but that would just be silly, since there were no other visible persons in the room but Daphne, Tracey and Harry.
This apparently didn't matter to Tracey, as she slowly took at least 3 inches of Harry's cock inside of her, an appreciative hum vibrating in her filled mouth.
"Great, now I have to Enervate him..." Daphne complained as she once again raised her wand, "... That spineless Gryffindor could at least have the decency to..."
Harry's eyes snapped open.
"Oh, you're awake." Daphne stated with a flat tone as Tracey took another 2 inches of Harry's cock in her mouth before slowly starting to retract.
"Wait..." Daphne said as a light frown appeared on her brow, "Have your eyes always been red?"
With a rough jerk, Harry's hands broke free from their ties. They quickly came crashing down Tracey's head, pushing the Auburn haired girl's head down on his cock, causing a startled, muffled yelp to escape the Slytherin throat as Harry's cock was forced to the hilt inside the young woman's mouth.
"Tracey!" Daphne exclaimed, raising from her sit with a jump as Tracey's head was roughly pulled away, Harry's cock exiting of a few inches from the girl's mouth before being once again being shoved inside the Slytherin's throat, eliciting an animalistic grunt to escape Harry's mouth as he repeated this, uncaring of Tracey's muffled protests.
Daphne raised her wand, ready to stun the unruly Gryffindor that had somehow gotten free...
A dangerous glint appeared inside Harry's eyes.
"No."
Daphne's legs went weak, the blonde girl falling to her knees. One of her hands instinctively went beneath her robes, brushing against her now damp panties as her hardened nipples started to visibly poke against her tight robes.
"What..." Her addled mind desperately tried to process the change, as her eyes fell on the ground.
Someone had messed with the Runic Calligraphy.
Harry kept throat fucking Tracey, small tears forming on the corners of the girls eyes as the youngster's balls slapped against the Slytherin's chin, his hips making involuntary bucks against her face as Daphne kept staring helpless at the display in front of her, her hand still softly rubbing against the damp fabric of her panties.
A smug grin appeared on Harry's lips. He looked down at the girl who was currently choking on his cock before releasing her from his grasp. She quickly pulled free of his now saliva-coated erection, her frame falling to the floor in an heap at his feet, her outstretched arms breaking her fall, trying to catch her breath.
"Arsehole..." Tracey insulted him between coughs, something that caused Harry's smug grin to only widen.
He rose from his sit, the last bonds tying him to the chair seemingly undoing themselves as he stepped over Tracey crumpled form, heading toward Daphne, frozen on the spot.
He reached the still kneeling blonde, his hard manhood now inches away from the blonde's face.
One of his hands swiftly grabbed Daphne's hair...
"Wait!"
Harry turned toward the source of the noise, an annoyed look on his face.
Tracey had took hold of his other arm, a pleading look in her eyes.
"Please not her, anyone but her..." She begged, a small tear trailing down one of her cheeks.
"Stand aside, you foolish slut." Harry demanded, his commanding tone sending shivers down Daphne's spine.
"Don't do this to her, please..." She kept begging him, new tears escaping her eyes "I'll... I'll do anything." She added, looking away from him as a deep blush invaded her cheeks.
She felt a hand gently being placed on one of her cheeks. She looked up, murky brown eyes meeting green-turned-red ones, and she saw Harry's expression softening as he brushed away with his thumb the tears on her cheek...
He released Daphne's hair, both his hands taking hold of the hem of Tracey's robes before pulling her out of it, thus revealing the girl's already bare, modest breasts, flat stomach and auburn-haired pussy, as it seemed that the witch had decided to go Hit-Wizard for the day...
Tracey's blush spread through her cheeks toward her neck and chest as she felt both Harry's and most importantly Daphne's looks on her body. She slowly gulped as she felt Harry's hands on her shoulders, lowering her to the ground.
"Tracey..." Daphne breathed out as she helplessly watched her companion being put in a supine position. Her legs still refused to move as she kept gently rubbing her wet panties, biting her lower lip to contain a moan.
Tracey's legs were pulled apart as Harry knelt to the ground. He grabbed the back of Tracey's legs, effortlessly lifting the girl's lower body from the ground and placing a leg over each shoulder, causing the Slytherin girl to shriek as her bum leaved the cold stone floor.
"Wait, wait, what are you... Ooooh!" She said, her protests quickly degrading into a moan as Harry's tongue swiftly entered the girl's already wet pussy. His tongue curled, tasting Tracey's wetness as his hands were planted on the girl's hips, holding her in place.
Daphne's teeth kept biting her lower lip as she watched her companion... her friend being eaten out by Potter. She brushed aside her by now drenched panties, her fingers quickly starting to rub against her nether lips, her other hand groping one of her rotund orbs through the fabric of her robe.
"Oh Merlin, don't stop!" Tracey breathed out, her hands trailing across her naked body, paying particular attention to her breasts "I'll do anything, just don't stop!"
She could almost feel his cockish smirk against her pussy as his tongue kept savouring her. Tracey cried in delight as he hit a particularly sweet spot, thrashing about as he mercilessly continued in his ministrations, her fluids already leaking to the side of his mouth.
Suddenly, he stopped, placing her bum back on the ground, earning a frustrated whine from the Auburn Haired Slytherin. Tracey's frustration was short lived, however, as Harry's cock swiftly entered the girl's pussy, unimpeded by any kind of natural barrier, causing her to scream.
A smirk that could only be described as roguish formed on Harry's lips as Tracey's hands grabbed the Gryffindor's shoulders, nails digging in his flesh "But look at that, the little slut's cherry has already been popped..." He said, his hips unmoving as he remained buried inside the young woman's snatch, "...Who's the lucky bloke?"
Despite the situation she found herself in, Tracey couldn't help the blush that spread through her cheeks. She looked away from him, "Daphne's wand..." She murmured, low enough for only the two of them to hear.
Not that Daphne's was paying particular attention to what they were saying, her brain apparently having ceased any kind of coherent thought as she unabashedly moaned while her third finger entered her drenched snatch.
Harry's smirk faltered slightly, "Oh, I see..." He said, looking through the corner of his eye toward a thrashing Daphne, "The loving servant, always awaiting her master's attention..." He returned to look at her, "... You would do anything for her, won't you?" He asked, earning a shy nod as a response, "... Even fuck a brutish Gryffindor like me..."
Harry sighed, starting to retract from her, "Look, I'm sorry if..." "NO!" Tracey suddenly yelled, her legs swiftly locking behind Harry's back as she violently grabbed both of his shoulders, her nails digging in the flesh, "I'm not allowing you to go fuck her!" She shrieked, "And I know that the only way to stop that is to fuck you, and fuck you good!" She declared, wriggling her hips for emphasis, causing a soft groan to escape Harry's lips.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that, "You're saying this because you don't want me to fuck her, or because you're so much horny you would willingly fuck a centaur?"
Tracey's blush deepened, if it was possible, "Ehm... both, probably?"
Harry sighed again before a devious thought entered his mind, "Fine then, I'm going to fuck you good." he said, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through her, "But then, I'm going to have some fun with Daphne over there..." He said, the roguish grin reappearing on his lips.
Tracey gasped in horror, the effect rather ruined by Harry's still hard cock buried inside of her, "No, but, you promised..."
"Tut-Tut, silly bitch..." He chastised her, his grin turning feral, "I never promised anything here..." He retracted ever so slightly from her, before roughly thrusting back in, any protest she might have had dying with a moan on her lips as Harry skilfully and mercilessly started pounding into her.
His mouth quickly went to one of her boobs, roughly biting it, causing her to shriek. He quickly started soothing her pain, suckling and licking where his teeth had connected, his cock battering her inner walls.
Daphne, meanwhile, had completely discarded her green panties, now resting somewhere on the cold ground. The hem of her robes were lifted up, revealing her glistening pussy as her fingers kept thrusting in and out of her, a loud moan escaping her hips.
"F-fuck...!" Tracey cursed, by now close to climaxing, "I'm... I'm..."
She came, her inner walls tightening around Harry's cock. Her legs went slack, allowing the Gryffindor to extract his member from her. He started pumping it, one more stroke all he needed to cum hard on Tracey, thick streams of white cum landing on the girl flat stomach and breasts.
Incidentally, that was when Daphne climaxed too, her womanly fluids soaking her fingers and hand. She put two fingers inside her mouth, sucking them with gusto before her brain resumed functioning.
She froze, fingers still in her mouth, before hastily covering herself with her robe, frantically looking around for her knickers.
Harry bent over Tracey's head, giving her brow a gentle kiss, "Don't worry, I promise I'll try to be gentle with her..." He whispered to her, the girl only managing to let out a small squeak of protest before fainting.
Harry chuckled as he rose on his feet, a predatory smile directed Daphne's way.
Daphne's eyes widened slightly. She scrambled to her feet, turning away from the approaching teenager as she fruitlessly tried to reach the door. He grabbed her robes, roughly yanking her towards him. The fabric ripped, Daphne's school robes torn to shreds as she lost her balance, leaving her in only her lacy, green bra, barely containing her ample cleavage. She fell, breaking her fall with her forearm, ending on the floor on all fours. She tried to crawl away, only for surprisingly strong hands to grab her long hair. He tugged, pulling her flush against his body as his rock hard cock resting between Daphne's butt-cheeks.
She shivered as he moved her hair to the side, revealing Daphne's slender neck, "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, his voice low against her ear, a shudder of anticipation to pass through Daphne's body.
"L-let me go..." She said in a tone that was a bit too much close to begging for her comfort.
She could almost feel the devious smirk in his voice, "Oh, I don't think so, sweetheart..." He whispered, one of his hands trailing down toward her pussy. She bit down her lower lip hard, trying to contain her moans as his fingers brushed against her still sensitive folds, gently rubbing with circular motions against them.
The raven haired Gryffindor's smirk widened, "Now, we can do this two ways..." He breathed against her ear, her body frozen in place as he kept rubbing her folds, "... I can force my way inside of you, taking away your virginity like frigid little sluts like you deserve, pounding in you with my cock without caring if I cause you pain or pleasure..." He said, each of his words sending shivers through Daphne's spine, "... Or you can fuck me willingly, in which case I'll try not to hurt you...too much."
Daphne shuddered at the thought, his gentle ministrations of her pussy completely at odds with the harsh promises of sex coming out of his mouth. She gulped loudly.
"So, what do you choose?" He asked, his tongue teasingly flickering out of his mouth against her lobe.
"I..." She hesitated, still feeling the boy's rather impressive manhood resting between her butt-cheeks, "I want you... To rape me..."
Harry's eyebrows shot up to meet his hairline, his hand stopping in his surprise.
"I'm...I'm sorry, what?"
Daphne groaned, "I want you... to fuck me rough, to treat me like he frigid little slut that I am..." She said, her breathing laboured. One of her slender hands grabbed one of Harry's calloused ones, forcefully pressing it against her entrance, "I want to feel you inside of me, robbing me of my virginity as I cry and beg you for help that will never come..." She closed her eyes, letting out a breathy sigh, "Sweet Morgan, I want you to rape me so bad..."
Had Harry had one hand free, he would have scratched his head in confusion.
"Please..." She begged him, wriggling her rotund ass against his cock for good measure.
Harry shrugged before letting go of her hair, shoving her on the ground. She landed on her propped elbows, once again on all fours as Harry's hands firmly went on her hips. She didn't have any kind of warning before Harry's manhood entered her pussy with one, swift motion, breaking her hymen along the way.
Daphne cried in pain. Her virginity, the gift she would have gave to her husband their first wedding night was gone, robbed by an uneducated Gryffindor. She felt shame, knowing that now no one from any self-respecting family would ever want her. She would be forced to become a cheap whore on some brothel in Knockturn or, worse yet, marry a Weasley, forced each night to be filled with their filthy seed and carry as many babies as it was possible for her dirty, violated body...
"God, you're such a drama queen..." Harry remarked, as Daphne had apparently said aloud what has she been thinking. He started moving, still slow enough to not cause her too much pain.
He sprawled over her sweaty back, his hands quickly going to grab one each of her breasts, squeezing them with force as he bit Daphne's lobe, "What were you saying about becoming a cheap whore?"
Daphne moaned as Harry started taking up speed, his hands making sure to leave their angry red marks on her breasts, "I'll -Ooooh- I'll have to s-sell my b-body to survive..." She said as Harry kept pounding inside of her, each thrust getting rougher, harder, "Who -Merlin, yes!- W-who would marry me… A-after having done this..."
"You could become my whore..." Harry grunted, his hands switch from grabbing the whole of Daphne's boobs to only pinching her nipple, the platinum haired Slytherin responding with a moan.
"Y-you'll... You'll have to pay me..." She moaned, her brain starting to become fuzzy.
"How about 5 Knuts per year and an exclusivity contract?" He asked as her arms gave way. Her head fell, cheek first on the ground, a loud moan escaping her lips. Harry's hands left her breasts, returning to her hips as he detached himself from his back.
"Yes, just like that, fuck me till you bury me in the ground!" She screamed, tears of joy coming out the corner of her eyes as he kept up his savage pounding, her hair sticking to her body from her sweat.
Unknown to both sex crazed maniacs, however, a shimmering white light started glowing from Daphne's belly.
Harry's hand rose to the air before striking down hard on Daphne's left butt-cheek, causing her to cry in pain and pleasure.
"You've still haven't answered my question..." He said, his hand now gently caressing Daphne's red butt-cheek, "Do you want to be my personal whore?"
"YES!" Daphne screamed, "I want to become your whore, I want you to fill me every night to the brim with your seed, Potter, I want you to fuck me everywhere, in the dorms, in a broom closet, in a bathroom, in the great hall in front of everyone..." She started raving, her yells turning in another cry as her other butt-cheek was stroke hard.
"You filthy whore..." He insulted her, her moans getting louder, her breath more ragged "I am the one who decides what to do and not to do with you..."
"Potter..."
Another slap, "And I'm Master Harry to you, now." He said, giving her another slap to the bum for good measure.
Daphne shuddered, no easy task when you're being rammed by an 8 inch long cock, "Yes, Master Harry..."
They kept at it, Harry spanking her butt once in a while as he kept pounding inside of her. And then...
"SWEET MORGAN!" Daphne screamed, her inner walls clenching around Harry's cock as she came.
"I'm about to cum..." He grunted, not having noticed the growing bright light currently engulfing them.
Daphne's eyes widened, "Not inside me, Master, I'm not worthy of your..." She was quickly silenced with another spank.
"Silence, whore..." He commanded, sweat on his brow "... You would willingly carry the seed of a Weasley and not the one of your master?" He asked her, a feral smile on his face, "Maybe you'll even become pregnant, another eternal reminder of the shame you felt this day... Ugh!" He mocked her, the last part turning into a grunt as he shot loads of his fertile seed inside her womb, probably knocking her up but really not because the author is a big softie and doesn't want to ruin the girl's life with an unplanned pregnancy during their school days.
And then everything went white.
A N 4: First who manages to get what the hell has happened here before next chapter rolls around gets to pick who's the next girl to be "Introduced" in the Harem.
A N 5A: RETCON: Daphne (Kuudere/That one Aristocratic Woman who is revealed to be a submissive slut/[SPOILER]). And as I've already said, Tracey (That one girl who would normally be a lesbian except when it comes to the main character, in that case she becomes obsessed with his member).
A N 5B: RETCON: So, do you remember how I said that I would have gone with the Movie version of the School Uniforms? Yeah, I lied. The school uniform still consist solely in the school robes from the books, the rest (You know, the one from the movies) is purely optional (Mostly to for Muggleborns' and Prudes' sakes). Therefore, as both Tracey and Daphne demonstrate in this chapter, someone could very well go around Hogwarts only wearing their robes and nothing else underneath.
A N 6A: I've posted a Doctor Who One-Shot on my profile called "The Fatal Flaw in the Master's Master Plan", Also Known As "How Death in Heaven Should Have Ended". It's really short, so you guys can... I don't know, read it, I suppose...
A N 6B: I've also posted a Marvel Comics One-Shot about a speculation I made in my youth as I read ROM Spaceknight, awesome series of comic books from Marvel.
It's called "Alexander on the Edge of the World" and... it does have pretty horrifying implications, actually, so I don't know if you guys should read it...
A N 7: And 2 new Wild Plot Bunnies appeared! They are not about Harry Potter, though...
