Author's Note: The final chapter… You know, considering how the majority of stories on this website are doomed to die, there is something quite special about the fact that I'll be able to change the 'In Progress' tag to 'Completed'. And after fifty chapters no less. It's quite a thing. But it is a not a sad and sombre moment. No, it is not. It is a moment of celebration and a chance to look forwards to the next instalment of this series. Especially given the fact that this story will not be 'Completed' until Christmas Day. There is still a little more left to go. That will be a one-shot, but this chapter is the final culmination of the mainline story.

Now, this chapter will be just as saucy as previous chapters but will largely be about setting up the next instalment. The previous chapter was the last big hurrah for this story, but this chapter will be a little more intriguing for those who are going to stick around. There will be some hints. There will be some surprises. There will be plenty sexual antics. And it will all culminate with the launch date for the next instalment as well as the title. Exciting stuff.

So, enjoy this last chapter… But… There will be one more update to this story on Christmas day. A little treat. Enjoy!

Chapter 50: Epilogue

"Did you have a good year at school, sweetie?" Hermione's mother asked as the two of them slipped into the car. Somewhat refreshed following her ride on the train, Hermione couldn't shake the smile on her face as she plugged the seat-belt in and took a deep relieving breath.

"Yes. Lots of exciting things. The Triwizard Tournament, fun with friends, the… the vault," Hermione listed off, fully intending on telling her mother all about her year as soon as they arrived home. Her father was busy preparing dinner for her arrival and she thought it would be only prudent to tell both of them at the same time as opposed to fitting in details across two different stories. She said the last object on her list a little quieter yet was relieved when her mother busied herself with reversing the car, "I suppose you've been just as busy."

"Quite, yes. Things have been picking up with work. For me and your father. Frankly, it's quite a relief to have you back for the summer. We might just have an excuse to take some time off," her mother smiled, chuckling to herself as she pulled the car out of the parking space and navigated the hectic maze of slow shifting cars. Laughing in response, Hermione turned her head away, quite content to take some time away from Hogwarts, yet already missing it. She finally began to feel as Harry felt every summer; as Hogwarts was the only place for her. Then again, she could largely attribute that to the company she kept at Hogwarts and how her… avenues of recreation had expanding to include new toe-curling experiences. Dreamily gazing out the window, she couldn't help but feel a deep pang of sorrow or discomfort around leaving her friends. Ultimately it came down to the fact that this summer was perhaps going to prove itself as one of the most difficult. Given her reliance on her friends for her magically driven sexual appetites, she found it almost terrifying the prospect of going a whole month without being able to rely on such quick and easy relief. She may have been at ease that moment, but tomorrow would be a day of discomfort and tightened jeans. A few ideas crossed her mind as to how she would deal with them, but none of them ideal. So consumed in thought, she barely realised that she was almost home. In fact, it took her a moment to realise that they had already stopped, the car engine off. Yet, they were still another street away from their house.

"Mum? We're not there yet? Is everything…" Hermione began, sitting up from her daydream to glance over at her mother and immediately noticing the uncertain look on her mother's face. Brushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, she turned to look at Hermione with a sincere, yet forced smile. Unnerved, Hermione shifted in her seat to face her mother, yet didn't quite know what to say, "Mum?"

"Sweetie… I… I got a letter. From your school. From Professor McGonagall. I assume it has been sent to the majority of the pupils, so don't think they've picked you out," Mrs Granger smiled and explained softly, plucking from her bag a well-read letter, "It's about your… condition…"

"Condition? What condition? Being a witch?" Hermione asked, unaware as to what her mother was talking about, yet not quite grasping the awkwardness that were held in her voice as well. Had Hermione given a moment of thought, she may well have noticed this was as uncomfortable for her mother as it was for her.

"Your… Shall we say… Anatomical differences. Well. Professor McGonagall detailed how maturity affects magical girls a little differently than others and how you may well be exploring the world of sex with your peers, and…" Mrs Granger continued, growing more confident as more words found themselves.

"Mum, there is no need for us to discuss this… I mean…" Hermione interjected, not wanting to have to explain all the sexual exploration she had done that year. Frankly, the idea of discussing sex at all with her mother was beyond unnerving, yet she continued.

"No, we do. Because, Professor McGonagall explained that it is a biological necessity for witches to be… relieved…" Mrs Granger began, watching Hermione shudder at the word relieved, not liking her mother being even vaguely suggestive. Yet, she reaffirmed her position and continued, "At regular intervals. And given that you are at the age of maturity, she detailed that it may very well be necessary for parents, preferably mothers, to aid in that…"

"You are no suggesting what I think you are? Mum!" Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks turning colours that would put Ron to shame. Turning her face away, Hermione simply couldn't look at her mother and the earnest look she was wearing on her face.

"Sweetie, I know. Believe me, it's hardly a prospect that fills me with any form of happiness. But I simply wish for you to know that should you require such… assistance… I can… I can help. And we can leave it at that…" Mrs Granger finished, turning and brushing her hair behind her head, taking a deep breath as Hermione cringed deeper into her own seat. Sighing as she looked at her daughter, Mrs Granger turned the key in the engine and tucked the letter back into her bag, "You'll be relieved to know I intercepted the letter before your father could read it. You'd have come home to news of a heart attack if that had been the case."

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Pansy never liked the last day school. Too many people sentimentally bidding each other farewell. Not to mention, it was made all the more bitter by Draco's continued disinterest in her. As much as she wanted nothing more than one final climactic evening together with him, she knew that simply wouldn't be possible. There was one thing, however, that the final day of school allowed for that was beneficial to her. Lots of people crowded together, too interested in talking to notice her walking by. Making her way through the crowd of people in the Great Hall, stopping briefly behind a few select individuals, she finally made her way out of the hall and up the stairs. She had several hours before the train was ready, and she was planning to make sure that she gave every ounce of her being to reigniting her lost love with Draco. Even if it meant sacrificing a great deal more. Knowing that the Ring was locked away behind the vault, Pansy simply needed to discover the means of opening it. Spending far too much time inside the library, she managed to find a book that slipped down behind the shelf, entitled 'Diary of a Daughter of Pleasure'. In it, she found several references to the Vault and detailed instructions on how to open it.

'Candidates of each house must present and prove themselves worthy to gain access to our mistress's inner sanctum and the treasured pleasures that lie within. Should a candidate of a house fail, then the door will remained locked. Four worthy candidates are required to proceed, so that the Ceremonial Trials Of Pleasure may crown another in the line of Daughters. This is what I won…'

Knowing full well that Ginny, Luna and Hermione could never convince a Slytherin to partake, Pansy realised that they would have used Polyjuice Potion. Whilst Pansy didn't wish to anger Draco further, she knew that it was a risk worth taking and thus stole away three portions of Polyjuice Potion from his personal stash. As she entered the corridor, seeing the ever-looming Vault ahead of her, she breathed in deeply. Setting the three potion vials down on the floor in front of her, she plucked the stoppers out of each. From her pockets, she withdrew three clasps, each of them holding in them a single strand of hair. No one even noticed her plucking them from them as she went past. Dropping each one into the vial, she re-stoppered them and shook each one lightly. Setting each vial out in front of the respective sigil and coloured slab on the floor, she reached up and began to undo her robes. She knew what happened when she stepped across the verge of the iron bars. She knew that she had to perform four separate times in order to gain access. Yet, she was more driven than ever. She told herself it was for Draco, the man she loved, but that was a lie. It was for the Ring. All she wanted was a return to the majesty of wearing that Ring. No longer was she the girl with the tiny shrivelled cock. She was a queen in her own right, thick, throbbing and beautiful. Whilst she wasn't going to admit it, there was a very small chance that that Ring would ever find itself in the hands of Draco Malfoy if she was the one who owned I. The last of her clothing hit the floor, her flat chest and unimpressive bum bouncing free. Stepping forwards, she quickly turned back and pulled out a bottle of lube from her cloak. Liberally rubbing it into her asshole, dipping and stretching her fingers in as much as possible, Pansy stepped forwards, ready to earn her rightful property. After all, she was the one who truly deserved it. Or… she would after this.

Taking a step inside, she immediately turned around and placed her hands on two of the bars, bracing herself as she presented her ass to the encroaching cock. She heard the sliding of stone and calmed herself in preparation. It didn't take long for the cock to lunge towards her, pushing against her pale ass cheeks and nestling itself against her asshole. She only felt in place for a moment before it thrust sharply forwards. Her arms buckled, and she forced forward from the impact, her head thrust through the bars as she felt every rigid inch of thick marble cock bury itself deep inside her ass. Whilst she was no strange to being fucked in the ass, her experience was largely with Draco's rather manageable cock and whilst she had had experience with the trio of bitches fucking her across the year, those encounters were infrequent enough for them to not leave a lasting Impact. Nothing, however, could have prepared her for that first almighty plunge; for the sudden thrust deep into her rectum, her ass being spread apart to new lengths beyond comprehension. Her calm and resolute face was destroyed as her eyes flew open and a sharp yelp escaped her lips, the realisation of what exactly was to come dawning upon her. Settling inside of her ass, she was given a moment, a brief moment in which she could have slipped between the bars and escaped. She was given the choice to abandon this, to save her tight arse from unimaginable torment. Whilst she did feel a quiver of pleasure as her cock hardened, an instinctive reaction from being stuffed full of cock and having her prostate crushed, that wasn't what made her stay in place. With gritted teeth, she straightened her arms, forcing herself back into the position she started, her face more determined than ever. That ring was hers, and no number of obscenely large cocks could stop her.

Her newfound faith was immediately put to the test as the cock began to shift in and out of her. Expecting it to go slowly, Pansy felt the full power of the enchanted marble cock as it drew itself swiftly outwards, all before thundering back inside at an alarming pace. Pansy's legs flew slightly forwards, her crotch thrust forwards so that her hardened cock pushed through the metal bars. Resetting her stance in the brief, fleeting seconds between the thrusts of the cock, Pansy struggled to maintain her composure as her ass was torn in two, the cock moving at a blistering speed. The worst part wasn't the slamming back in as she expected, but when the cock drew itself back out. It did it so fast that she couldn't quite handle it. She was used to people slamming their hips forwards, but feeling such speed pulling out of her was something new and bizarrely different. Her breathing grew ragged as her cock bounced and flailed in front of her, each thrust of the cock into her ass causing her shaft to shake wildly, spraying pre-cum across the floor. A part of her thought of mitigating the pain of having her ass constantly filled with such a lengthy and sizable cock by jerking herself off, but she knew it wasn't worthy it. Every time the cock shifted inside her, she felt her legs growing that little bit weaker. She worried that if she moved even in the slightest, she'd just crumbled and be pounded into merciless oblivion up against the metal bars. She couldn't deny that whilst the pain was unfathomable, the pleasure itself was equally intense. Her ass was already an exceedingly sensitive part of her, and she did enjoy being fucked by Draco as much as she would have loved to return him the favour. And the rough and powerful way that the cock ground her prostate into dust drove more pleasure than she could have imagined through her body. Pulses of pure pleasure resonated through her body with each shifting plunge of the cock, yet, it moved with such speed that the time between those pulses wasn't noticeable, reducing the pleasure to a constant thrum throughout her body: as if she was vibrating. Even her fingers seemed to tingle. Having expected the pleasure to mitigate some of the pain, she found that to be negligible. They were such intense feelings that neither countered the other, but simply stood alongside each other, constantly barraging her body with the sensations.

From what she could gather, all she needed to do was to cum and then the cock would retreat, giving her a moment of reprieve before the next one. Luckily for her, her pent-up arousal from days of Draco's negligence, Pansy found her orgasm rearing its head rather quickly. As it came closer and closer and closer, she felt her body getting more and more haggard, until eventually her arms and legs gave away once more, buckling under the intense pleasure. The cock thrust forwards with such power that it pinned her body against the bars, stopping her from falling to the ground as her orgasm washed over her. Moaning and squealing with forced delight, she watched as she sprayed a massive cum-shot across the hallway in front of her, her cock pouring out her pent-up orgasm, several strands splashing against the floor right in front of her as each thrust of the cock milked her dry. It was so quick that it thrust into her ass several times per spurt of cum, causing her orgasm to flail in the air, landing in strange patterns. Pansy wouldn't have even noticed it if her mind wasn't in some unique state of pleasured painful delirium. A couple more thrusts pumped into her ass as her orgasm wound down and to her pleasant surprise, the cock stopped itself mid-thrust, halting in her ass as it registered her orgasm. Sliding back out of her, it wove its way through the air and dropped beneath the stone slab, the sigil on the door lighting up to signify that the Slytherin Champion had succeeded in proving her ultimate worth. Yet, Pansy was nowhere near done. Sliding down the bars, her knees collided with the stone; the impact barely registering in comparison to the ache in her ass. Strangely enough, being empty of the cock that had morphed her rear entrance into a completely new shape, was a little more uncomfortable than being fucked. However, she enjoyed the reprieve nonetheless, resting on her knees for a moment.

As she understood it, there was no time limit for the door. It only mattered if someone was registered leaving the area. So, if she remained inside and drank all three Polyjuice potions, the door would be led to believe that all four people had entered at the same time and had succeeded one after the other. Catching her breath, Pansy reached out of the bars and wrapped her hand around the vial that she had chosen for Ravenclaw. Un-stoppering it, she lingered a moment before tipping the contents into her mouth, recoiling from the vile taste as she felt it settle in her stomach. Tossing the empty vial to the side, she let it smash, not caring in the slightest as she felt her body begin to tingle, her petite figure shifting and growing. Breathing through it all, she felt her face beginning to reshape and settle in a completely different form, her arms lengthening slightly and her softening cock between her thighs growing considerably. Gasping for air, she fell forwards slightly, her chest rising and falling as she inspected the new dark tone that covered her body. No longer did she had her usual pale skin, but instead a caramel brown. Her small breasts had grown and began to bounce, capped off with dark chocolaty nipples, her breasts framing the thick slab of cock that now slapped against her thighs. Padma Patil; Ravenclaw harlot as Pansy called her.

The transformation had momentarily distracted her to the point she didn't even hear the stone sliding away and the blue marble cock lift itself into the air. Rather foolishly, she rolled onto her ass, wincing at the slight pain that still lingered. The realignment of her body eliminated some of the ache but not all. As she rested, propped up against the bars, she realised her mistake, with the thick cock hovering in front of her. Before she could change position, it thrust between her legs, sliding between the ground and her ass cheeks, lifting her from the air slightly, her position shifting forwards slightly. Sitting on her lower back, her legs spread in the air, Pansy couldn't move before the cock had thrust up against her ass, pushing against the dark brown entrance of her rear end. Her body was almost bent in two, pinned between the metal bars and the thick cock fighting for entrance into her ass. Hoping that Padma was experienced in anal somewhat, Pansy didn't have time enough to gauge the Ravenclaw's abilities before the cock simply tore inside her, stretching her newfound asshole to new lengths. As the cock seated itself inside of her, folding her body in two even more, Pansy tried to come to terms with the intense painful pleasure of being yet again filled with the thick cock. It didn't take long for her head to fall backwards, listless, her eyes rolling around in her head as the cock began to pump in and out of her. She expected some difference, but the cock simply lunged into the same speed and power, mercilessly hammering into her asshole without stopping. Unintelligible sounds poured from her mouth as she grunted and moaned and groaned, the sounds ultimately being unconscious expulsions as she tried to remain conscious, the pleasure washing over her. Unbeknownst to her, taking two of the cocks almost broke the other girls when they did this, and yet Pansy was going much further. Much, much further.

The strangest aspect of it all for Pansy was ultimately how different the pleasure of occupying Padma's body was when being fucked. She had a direct comparison between herself and Padma and the difference was actually quite interesting to muse upon in between being pumped full of cock, her body in threat of snapping in two as her ass was pushed further and further upwards with each thrust, her hole gaping and stretch, morphed beyond recognition as it stuffed to the brim. Whilst Padma was somewhat tighter than herself, her ass was very different in terms of pleasure. Padma seemed to have a larger prostate, allowing for more pleasure to be fucked into her with each thrust. Not to mention the cock seemed to be forcing its way deeper inside, scratching itches deep within her that she didn't know were possible to scratch. The biggest difference between them though, was the thick cock between her legs. Having a larger cock meant that whenever the cock thrust into her ass, a shudder was sent from the base all the way to the pulsating tip lingering for a moment. With more flesh, more pleasure came, her cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. The position itself helped as well, with Padma's surprisingly limber form being able to bend in such a way due to the cock constantly hammering inside of her, thrusting her own thick cock up and between her breasts. The sensation of almost titty-fucking herself was beyond description, with the head of her cock occasionally being pushed so far as so slip between her mountainous breasts. Padma's breasts were nothing special, but to the un-endowed Slytherin, they were massive. The new sea of pleasure completely distracted her, her body beginning to feel the toll of such rigorous punishment. The ache in her arse was nothing knew, but her back and legs began to hurt slightly, off-set by the pleasure, but not by much. A thin gleam of sweat had begun to glisten across her body, rendering her skin a shiny glossy gleam, being put through her paces again and again, with each thrust.

Finally, she felt her cock spray an orgasm out onto her breasts and stomach, splattering her body with cum. The switch into Padma's body had refilled her libido, causing a larger amount of cum than she expected to spray across her body, the beads dripping along her sweat-glistened form. In her delirious state, Pansy almost thought that Padma looked rather fetching with her darker skin lit up by the sparkling gleam of a layer of sweat, but she quickly pushed such thoughts from her mind, her orgasm subsiding, her cock softening between her thighs. Pansy couldn't help but feel bitter about the fact that Padma's cock was larger than hers even when soft, further hammering home the need for her to seize the ring for herself. The marble cock eventually ceased its movement, dropping her to the ground, revealing that it had actually held her about an inch of the ground due to the crumpled position she had been forcefully fucked in. Quickly disappearing down beneath the ground, the cock hid itself away from view, the sigil on the door lighting up. Rolling onto her front, Pansy reached out for the Hufflepuff vial, thinking that she just wanted to get it over with. Downing the contents in one, she crawled over to the wall and planted her hands on it, bracing herself as her body began to completely transform. Strangely enough, Pansy had struggled to find a Hufflepuff, yet was able to eavesdrop on a conversation during which an Auror discussed which house she had been in, detailing the Hufflepuff dorm room in detail; detail enough to convince Pansy to simply pluck a hair from her head and be done with it, instead of searching for another one of those dull idiots.

Her body began to shift and contort in strange ways, her skin being pulled in several different directions for what seemed like an eternity, before finally settling. Thinking that the transformation had taken affect, Pansy looked down at her still brown skin, somewhat confused, only to immediately have the potion begin taking effect. Confused as to what had previously happened, she felt her breasts begin to largen, bulging outwards, yet holding their form near perfectly on her body. Her ass began to shift and shape, plumping up yet never beginning to sag, creating what could only described as near perfection. The rest of her body began to take form, shifting towards the purple-haired form that she expected. But then came something that she simply didn't expect. Her cock… Her cock kept growing. It thickened a little and then continued to elongate, growing to an almost absurdly obscene length. In the end, it stopped at around sixteen inches, unbelievably impractical, yet entirely out of proportion to the rest of her. Not quite sure what had happened to result in such massive unwieldy cock, Pansy considered finding the Auror again and ascertaining if this was in fact the size of her cock. However, such a thought didn't get very far as the yellow slab slid out of place. The Auror hadn't been lying then. She really was in Hufflepuff. Having been distracted by the size of her cock, Pansy only had a couple seconds to strengthen her position. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't nearly quick enough.

The cock slammed against her asshole, piercing her entrance instantly, revealing just how experienced the Auror was in anal sex. Suddenly, Pansy's body was pushed forwards, her elbows buckling as her cheek was forced up against the wall. Her knees shifted forwards and along the ground, that singular thrust forcing her crotch up against the wall. Every single inch had landed itself inside of Pansy and despite the Auror's proficiency in anal, it didn't make it hurt any less for Pansy's size inexperience. The marble cock seemed to move with such power that Pansy couldn't quite steady herself. For whatever reason, the cock didn't stop pushing forwards, even when seemingly every inch had found its way inside of her. Continuing to push against into her ass, grinding against her depths, it powered ahead, the magical strength behind it ultimately flattening Pansy's body against the wall. And then Pansy realised what was happening. The cock had entered her at a slight upwards angle, meaning that it was steadily pushing her up the wall. Before she could fling herself anywhere else in the room to stop it, the cock had completely angled upwards and forced her body upwards, lifting her feet from the ground, suspending her in the air, her eyes falling listless in their sockets as the final elusive inch found its way inside of her, the cock finally stopping its persistent push. Her limp body clung helplessly to the wall in front of her as the cock began to fuck her with the usual tempo and speed, fucking and pounding her ass in the new position. Focussing on her breathing, Pansy didn't care about anything else; pleasure, sanity or pain. She just focussed on not blacking out.

The wild thrusts of the marble cock pounded into her, sending her breasts flailing with each impact. The bustiness of the Auror proved to be a massive distraction with the breasts smacking against her emotionless face. Her body was dripping with sweat at this point as she fought to remain conscious. She couldn't quite discern the differences in sensations as everything seemed to melt together into a indiscernible sensory mess of pain and pleasure. One thing Pansy realised though was that the obscene cock between her legs was a massive boon in this situation. In the same way that Padma's length enhanced the pleasure by having more of a cock to be pleasured, the thick behemoth acted as an absolute powerhouse in flooding her body with pleasure. It didn't help that being impaled upright and in the air meant that cock constantly hammered into the depths of her ass, thrusting against her in such ways that her bones seemed to vibrate and hurt. The cock between her legs was flailing wildly, even as it was rock-hard. Trying to maintain some degree of sanity, Pansy dropped a hand down between her thighs, wrapping her hand around the base of her shaft, feeling the unwieldy weight, the gorgeous thickness. As she closed her eyes, she was able to imagine that it was her own cock; her own cock magically enhanced by the ring. The weight was similar and the way the massive cock flopped was reminiscent of her time with it. Managing to lose herself in that fantasy, she felt her orgasm peaking, brought about by the lingering sensitivity from her previous one. Her cock was like a hose, spurting cum from its tip onto the floor and wall in front of her, lifting it slightly, she felt her shaft churning in her hand, pulsating. The comforting memories of when she had the ring brought her all the way to end of her orgasm.

Suddenly, she dropped from the air, slamming against the floor, the Hufflepuff cock disappearing below the floor as Pansy lay, immobile. Every part of her body ached. Every aspect of her being hurt. As she rolled onto her stomach, she found herself barely able to crawl, dragging herself on her stomach towards the metal bars. Her body was completely covered in sweat, her hair a mess even though it had been transformed moments before. Reaching out, she grabbed the Gryffindor Vial and poured it into her mouth, tossing it aside and flopping against the ground. Completely exhausted and defeated, she didn't even bother to open her eyes. Unable to remember whose hair she had taken, she didn't even bother to check herself out. Her body changed beneath her, but she couldn't care. The sound of stone grinding away filled the corridor and before she knew it, she was full of cock once again. Breathless, defeated, she barely made a sound as it entered her, grunting lightly as her arse was once again used, brutalised and broken. She didn't care at this point. Her eyes rolled closed and her mind disappeared, the girl finally blacking out from the overwhelming sensations. All she could feel as she drifted off was the endless, driving sensation of the same marble cock, jack-hammering into her; again and again and again and again and again…

Pansy awoke later. Unaware of how long, she shifted her head, her neck even hurting as she moved slowly and tentatively. Looking down, she saw the familiar pale skin of her usual self, her body still gleaming with sweat as she rolled onto her side, wincing and groaning. With barely enough strength in her, she turned and saw that the Vault door had shifted, the massive space within having been exposed. Barely able to chuckle, she grabbed the metal bars and forced herself onto her feet, her ass hurting with such intensity that she was confident she would be able to sit down for a long time. But still, she shuffled forwards, using the wall for support as she made her way inside the vault. Staggering, she saw the vast openness of the chamber, the bed like surface in the centre. She couldn't have cared less about it all. Following the outside, she traced the wall, hobbling at a snail's pace towards the back. As she approached, she spotted the glimmer and she blocked all else in the world. Pushing away from the wall, she inched forwards, collapsing onto a knee and forcing herself back up. And within the next few seconds, her fingers felt the cold chill of the metal ring. Tracing the inscription and the delicate handiwork with her finger, she smiled, sinking down against the floor. Not even bothering to put it on, she cradled it in her hands, pinning them to her chest as tears began to creep along her cheeks. She had it. It was hers. And hers alone…

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As Draco descended the stairs of the manor, he came into the large entrance hallway. Collected down in front were several figures, amongst them, his father, clad in his usual black barking orders at the others. Draco didn't know the other men, but he didn't need to. He knew exactly what they were and what brought them here. The men swiftly dissapparated and Draco joined his father, the older Malfoy turning to him, "This'll be one of the last times we do this. The Dark Lord has plans for her. Plans beyond her current confines. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Draco simply said, nodding as his father offered him his arm. Clasping his father's wrist, Draco felt his body get whipped away, the familiar feeling of apparation blistering across his skin. The whirling nothingness took form and he immediately staggered forwards, his stomach lurching as he grabbed the nearby railing, immediately throwing up as he did so. The stench of the sea filled his nostrils alongside the biting and howling winds. Rain buffeted down against him as he steadied himself, ignoring the chortles from behind him. Glancing around, Draco recognised the other men, the ones whom had been in his home a minute prior. They had positioned themselves along the walkway that they were all stood on, their wands emitted a bright white light, piercing the blackness of the night and keeping the swirling shadows at bay. On the ground nearby, a suited Ministry Official was bound and gagged. There were very few people with ability to apparate in and out of Azkaban; and he was one of the few. Having retired several years ago, no one had noticed him disappearing from his empty home for the past year and a bit, serving as the group's in and out of the prison.

"Does your boy want to go and do what we came here for? Or shall we stand in the pissing cold?" one of men snarled, getting a response from Lucius who jerked his head at Draco indicating for him to go. Adjusting his robes, Draco pushed past the figures, following a brief burst of white light that shot forth from one of the nearby wands, granting him protection as he wound his way along the walkway, rain pouring down on him. Finally, he arrived at the correct cell, pushing the key into the lock and drawing his wand across the door, reciting the incantation he had been taught over a year ago. The door popped open, and he was able to step inside, the dim cell affording him brief respite from the cold rain. His father explained the necessity for his assistance in these forays, citing one of the many security measures that were in place. All people entering prison cells in Azkaban were traced through registered magical databases, yet an overlap in their design meant that underage wizards were not tracked, allowing him to enter without the actual wizard security noting a visitor. And so it fell to him to visit his aunt. Why he made this visits was completely alien to him the first time. His father made vague allusions as to why, but Draco couldn't piece it together. Now that Voldemort had returned, he thought that it was some forethought plan on his father's part, yet his father was as surprised about the Dark Lord's resurgence as everyone else was. Whilst the ultimate reasoning for his visits was a mystery, the momentary reasoning was clear. He was to ensure… his aunt's relative sanity.

"Is that time? Oh… I've missed you Draco…" Bellatrix grinned, rising to her feet and turning to face her nephew. Not making eye-contact with her, Draco nodded in response, gritting his teeth as his aunt stepped closer and closer, the detestable smile on her face making him uniquely uncomfortable, "We have so much to discuss… Did you find it, Draco? Did you find what I asked?"

"No… No I couldn't…" Draco responded as she closed the distance between them, her fingers grasping his chin and turning him to face her. He knew all the stories about her. How mad she had been before she entered this place. How mad she would become. If it wasn't bad enough being trapped and tormented by dementors, she was forced into abstinence, draining her of her sanity and turning her near feral. The first time he was made to visit her, she crawled like an animal, laughing to herself as she did so. Now, she had some modicum of sanity. Or sanity in terms of Bellatrix Lestrange.

"That's alright… You'll just have to do better for me, isn't that right? You will do better for me?" Bellatrix asked, her hands resting on his shoulders as he looked at her, unnerved. Nodding, Draco breathed sharply inwards as Bellatrix wrapped her arms around him, pulling his body against hers, tightly. He felt her breasts against his chest, pronounced and easily felt through the thin fabric of her prison robes. And then, she hooked a leg around his, pushing his crotch against the side of his body. Feeling every inch of her rock-hard cock against his leg, he simply stood there, feeling her beginning to grind against him, driving her cock back and forth, lightly humping his leg as she buried her lips in the crook of his neck, her hot breath making her hairs stand on end, "Oh… I've missed this… Your visits. They're so… Hot…"

"Why do you want them? The items. I read about them," Draco asked, causing her to stop her movements. Pulling her lips away from his neck, she shifted her chest away from him, yet kept her crotch firmly pinned against his leg, not wanting to sacrifice such pleasure, even as she stood in an uncomfortable and uncertain stance.

"Of course, you did Draco. I'll tell. But first…" Bellatrix murmured, lowering her hand and grabbing Draco's wrist. Guiding his hand forwards, she pulled her crotch away from his body, still keeping herself uncomfortably close as she drew his cock towards her crotch. Planting his palm firmly against his crotch, she let out a deep moan of satisfaction as his fingers lightly squeezed her rock-hard shaft. Leaning forwards, she brought her lips towards his ear, letting him hear the soft sounds of satisfaction escaping from her lips as Draco began to begrudgingly fondle her cock through the fabric of her clothing. Angling his hand so that he wrapped his fingers around her throbbing shaft, he kept his eyes looking straight ahead and out into the endless black abyss of the night sky, beginning to pull his hand back and forth along her cock, jerking her off. The worst part wasn't giving his aunt a handjob, but the sounds of pure ecstasy that poured from between her lips. Even the slightest squeeze of his hand elicited sounds that made it seem like she was in pure heaven, that this was the most pleasurable sensation she had ever felt, the most intense and fantastic feeling ever felt before. Moaning into ear, she made sure he heard every single one of them. Her hand held him tightly in place, making sure their bodies were pressed close together. Had Draco simply had to jerk her off normally, he would have found it less unnerving, yet this was such an estranged and weirdly sensual experience for her that demanded the utmost intimacy between them, that he couldn't help but feel… dirty, "Oh yes… Mmm… That's it sweetie… Stroke me… oh yes, yes… Those fingers… Oh… You knowing how to do it… Mmm… So, fucking good… Oh, yes…"

Wincing with each sound of intense pleasure, Draco continued to stroke her through the fabric of the clothing, feeling what seemed like a torrent of pre-cum seep through the fabric, beginning to coat his hand. The first couple times that Draco had come to do this, Bellatrix had begged him to drop to his knees and give her true pleasure. She had been so demanding and terrifying as she did so to the point he half expected her to forcibly bend him over and claim him as her own, keeping him as a sex-puppet to join him in her confines. He had hastily conjured up the excuse that the Dementors would detect such joyous actions and descend upon her, with that ultimately scaring her enough, however, she found ways to make even the plainest of handjobs the most passionate and intense things for herself. Her cock continued to throb in his hand as she drew him closer, pinning her breasts back in place, even going so far as to lightly grind her tits, rubbing her nipples against his body as his hand began increasingly pinned between them. Her other hand slid down along his back, tightening around his lower back, dipping under his shirt to feel the hot embrace of his skin. And then, her hand slipped lower, dipping into the waistband of his jeans and cupping his ass cheek, fondling and squeezing his bum, using it to pull his crotch towards her, hoping to feel his equally rigid cock against his body, throbbing with equal passion. Her mind went through fantasy after fantasy, her perverse and lonely nights spent thinking of all the things that she could do to Draco that wouldn't alert the Dementors. All the places she could grind her cock. In all her fantasies though, nothing delighted her more than the idea of pulling out his cock and sandwiching them together. The mere thought was enough to make her moan and almost cum.

"You wanted to know? Oh… keep going, don't stop… Why I want the items?" Bellatrix moaned, dropping a hand down between their bodies. Draco knew instantly what was happening and dropped her cock from his hand as she hastily hiked her robes, exposing her thick twelve-inch cock. Hurriedly, she grabbed his hand and wrapped it back around her cock, breathing a moan of relief as she did so. As if she was worried that he wouldn't ever touch her cock again. The demented mind of someone sequestered in this vile place was truly crazy. Her words caught in her throat as she felt Draco's hand against her bare cock, his fingers tightening around her shaft and beginning to stroke her. Her arousal was so intense that her cock was almost entirely coated in pre-cum, gleaming with the substance and allowing for an uncomfortably sticky experience for Draco, as he once again felt her shift forwards, her pre-cum soaked cock pressing against his clothing as she groaned and moaned more and more, her heavy breathing intensifying as her orgasm grew within her, "Years ago… I almost had them… I almost had them all… I wore them all at once. I can still feel the touch of metal around my cock, the biting pinch of the clamps on my nipples… I remember every detail and every crease in the cover of the book… But they were stolen from me… Robbed from me… I was to wear the title of 'Daughter of Pleasure'… But some mudblood tart took it all from me… Everything… So… I want them back. I want what I… am owed… oh, fuck yes…"
Working his hand back and forth, Draco began to feel Bellatrix lightly thrusting into his palm, desperate for something beyond a handjob, but making do. Her lips began to linger closer and closer to Draco's ear, eventually reaching out and biting into his earlobe, nibbling on it as her breathing increased, faster and faster. Suddenly, Draco felt her cock erupt in his hand, several strands of cum pouring from her tip, splashing against his trousers and leaking along the fabric. He didn't dare move from her embrace instead letting her thrust back and forth, milking herself empty with his hand, her moans and squeals of delight becoming cackles of ecstasy as she let loose an orgasm that had been pent-up for far, far too long. Whilst Draco had been at school, she had been forced to meditate and use more traditional means to retain her sanity, but nothing felt as good and unloading an orgasm onto Draco, using his hand to drain herself. She remembered the first times he visited, his regularly bi-weekly visits the previous summer pulling her out of her abstinence induced insanity. And now here she was again, cumming from his gentle touch. As her cock began to soften, she pulled away from his ear and clasped his cheeks in her hands. Leaning forwards, she pressed her lips against his, her tongue jamming itself into his unwitting mouth, savouring the sweet embrace before pulling away, breathless from something as simple as a kiss. Wiping his mouth, Draco pulled his wand out, thinking of casting a spell to clean himself up, but knowing that any magic cast within a prison cell was immediately recognised. Allowing the cum to drip over his clothing, he looked up at the satiated Bellatrix, the woman grinning ear to ear, a laugh escaping her lips as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You will get me those items, won't you? The Dark Lord is back. I won't locked in here for ever… When I out… I will be free to do as I wish…" she said with a salacious, sickening purr. It was that fact that ultimately scared Draco into doing her bidding and trying to find those items. Whilst Bellatrix didn't mean in an insidious way, her implication being that she could do anything he wanted, Draco read it as she'd be fully able to torture him in any way possible. And with Bellatrix being the Dark Lord's favourite, there would be very little to stop her. Nodding tentatively, Draco turned to the door, his heart racing as he reached out for it. Before he could step outside and into the rain, she called out once more, "And Draco! I'll see you in a few days' time…"

Author's Note: And with that, we are done. What was begun four years ago has finally come to its conclusion. It's honestly quite bizarre to say that. I know that everybody on this site is well aware that the usual occurrence when it comes to fanfiction is for a story to crash and burn before it can be finished. The proportion of finished to unfinished works is astounding. So, I'm very happy to have a proper finished story of this length. Fifty chapters and five one-shots. It has been a ride.

But whilst this ride is over, a new one will soon begin. I fully intend to continue this epic saga and whilst the story is finished (apart from Christmas when there will be one last one-shot. One-shots will continue with the sequel but will be posted on that story) we have three more books to adapt and change. Let's see just how many we can actually do.

I won't waste any more time and will give you all the details surrounding the triumphant release of the next story in this series. Harry Potter will return on the 20th of January in 'Sensations of Shemales: The Abstinence Curse'. Not only do you have a release date, but a title. And, I'll give you a hint. The starting chapter is easily my most requested pairing ever. And whilst I did do a one-shot of them together, it didn't stop people asking for it. Got to make full use of the new characters in Order of the Phoenix!

And, on a more sentimental note. This story has been a constant project for four years and it's been one hell of a process. I'm genuinely thrilled that so many people have stuck around, favourited and reviewed. It always surprised me just how many views the story continued to get after months of inactivity. It really made me feel like this was something special. As niche a subject matter as it is, people have made their interest in it well known and intend to continue writing as much as possible. So, thanks. Thanks very much for reading and fapping along with me. And here is to many more perverse years of just that.

So, I will see you all on Christmas for some sexy shenanigans across a bunch of my stories. Be very excited. The Sensations one is a really interesting idea. Very fun and very kinky. A reminder that commissions are still open if you want to treat yourself to some tailored smut for Christmas. If you put down a deposit on a piece before the new year, you get an exclusive deal going into said new year. Now, that I'm done shilling myself, I'm going to go contemplate the very real fact that I have written over 500,000 words (half a million -twice the number of words in Order of the Phoenix-) of shemale smut, and wonder if I should have applied that level of devotion elsewhere in my life and I dunno… wrote a real book? Nah, books are for nerds. Fap for life!