The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 2 – Do It Like A Dude

Little could dampen Harry's great mood, even a week after his first sexual encounter with Ginny. The new couple spent as much time as they could with one another, whilst still maintaining the secrecy of their relationship. The announcement by Dumbledore of the Triwizard Tournament and the "eternal glory" that awaited the victor and Hermione's apoplectic reaction to learning about Hogwarts' use of house elves did little to distract Harry's thoughts from the redhead that he could now call his girlfriend. The only thing that did, only for a little while, was his new favourite book.

The book he had sneaked out of the library over a week ago now had been read from cover to cover and back again by Harry, a first for him. The first half of the book mainly read like a muggle biology paper, but with typically magical flourishes. The second part however, interested Harry far more. It was both a detailed historical account of the ancient orgiastic Dionysian rituals that witches and wizards would partake in, as well as their successor, the pagan rituals for which witches and wizards were so persecuted. It was also a graphically ardent glorifier of the female member, detailing that the androgyny found in witches, the supple curves and delicate features of women combined with the distinctly masculine shaft jutting from between their hips, was nature's most divine creation. And Harry, now frequently on the end of such a creation, could not help but agree. But the most curious part of the book was right at the back, the final section; a call to continue such rituals even in the face of increasing persecution. But more curious still, was the reference to the Potter family.

Iolanthe Peverell referenced a Hardwin Potter, from context, her husband. Harry had almost fallen off of his chair in the common room when he had read that part. But he endeavoured to learn a lot more of his family history and their connection to Iolanthe Peverell. It was odd to read something that may well have been written by someone hundreds of years ago whose blood still runs in thine own veins.

Harry had yet to pursue an education in his family history, his mind had instead been focusing on his upcoming date with Ginny. The term date would usually apply rather loosely here. To them a 'date' usually simply meant a walk around the school grounds or corridors, weather and time dependent. But having asked Dobby, who he now knew worked at Hogwarts, where to take someone for some alone time, Dobby had suggested the Room of Requirement and so that was Ginny and Harry's current destination. Not that Ginny knew that.

"Harry, where are you taking me?" she asked curiously as they neared the Room.

"Somewhere very special," Harry simply said in response. The two had gotten incredibly comfortable in each other's company over the past few days. Which is what happens when you continually exchange oral sex with each other. They had not yet gone further than that, but Harry knew Ginny wanted to from the way her fingers and tongue seemed to always end up in his ass, and Harry certainly wanted to. But he wanted their first time to be somewhere other than an unused classroom or a broom cupboard.

"It's a wall," she said unimpressed as they indeed stood before a blank wall. Harry walked up and down before it a few times, eyes closed muttering under his breath. Ginny simply stood there, arms folded, foot tapping the stone floor. "Is something meant to happen?" she asked with a bemused expression just as the true nature of the 'wall' exposed itself.

A door appeared where previously there was not one and Harry jumped in excitement. "Yes! It worked!" he yelled. "It actually worked!"

"What did?" Ginny asked, now utterly confused.

"If madam would enter the room," Harry smirked, bowing his head and gesturing her towards the door. Ginny giggled at her boyfriend but followed his gesturing arm and opened the door. She gasped.

Inside was a beautifully decorated bedroom and living area. To the left, was the living area, a fire roaring in the fireplace, an expensive rug before it, itself in front of a very cosy sofa. Further back in the room was a cute little dining table, set for two. And on the right was a huge four-poster bed, drapes and all. The perfectly smooth white sheets just waiting to be defiled.

"This is so perfect, Harry," Ginny swooned, wrapping her boyfriend up in a tight hug. "But what is it?"

"It's the Room of Requirement. It takes the form of whatever someone needs, Dobby told me about it," Harry explained.

"And you needed a four-poster bed?" Ginny asked, eyebrow raised, face brimming with suggestion.

"I did," Harry said gently. "To give myself to you." Ginny stared at him for a few seconds.

"You mean?" she asked.

"Yes, Gin," he said. "Take my ass."

"It's not quite as sweet when you say it so explicitly," Ginny laughed. "I preferred the whole 'giving yourself' thing."

"Who said anything about sweet?" winked Harry.

"Oh, you're getting it now, Harry Potter," Ginny faux threatened.

"And are you going to give it to me, Miss Weasley?"

"I certainly am," Ginny said, kissing him passionately as she did. Their hands instantly fumbled with each other's clothes, grabbing and removing as fast as they could. By the time Ginny had backed Harry over to the large bed, they were both only in their underwear. Ginny smiled into their kiss, "I think someone's excited," she murmured, grabbing Harry's stiffening cock through his underwear.

"He's not alone," Harry replied, doing the same to Ginny.

"Sit on the bed," Ginny said softly as she pushed Harry down into position. Harry took off his underwear and flung it across the room, whilst Ginny knelt between his legs. Harry loved seeing Ginny in this position, ready to worship his cock. He loved looking down at her upturned face, looking into her beautiful eyes. He could see her perky breasts jiggle slightly as Ginny bobbed up and down on his cock and see her massive python hard and ready for later use.

"Take your underwear off, Ginny," Harry requested.

"You wanna see what will be in you soon?"

"I always want to see every inch of you," Harry replied.

"You really know how to make a girl blush," Ginny said as she did as was requested, giving her now free cock a few strokes for good measure. Harry was always amazed at her size, she had an inch and a bit of girth on him, but that is what made it so sexy. Harry adored his girlfriend's dick and could not wait to have it inside of him.

Harry moaned loudly as Ginny swallowed his entire shaft in one go. The two had now mastered the art of deepthroating, both able to take the other one to the base. It was a harder task for Harry, but it was no mean feat for either of them.

Ginny revelled in this new skill. She loved the feeling of his member throbbing in her throat and the sound of his pleasured groans as she did it. She held him in place for about ten seconds before releasing him, letting all but the tip out of her mouth. Then she focused on the tip, sucking on it, lapping at it and bathing it in her spittle. She knew from experience how sensitive it was and so she jerked his unattended shaft as she focused on only the first couple of inches.

Harry was in heaven. He had nothing yet to compare them to, but Ginny's blowjob skills were incredible. The way she could switch between taking all of him and then just focusing on the most sensitive part was amazing. But best of all was how she paid attention to everywhere, including his balls.

Ginny continued to jerk his shaft as she lifted it up and ducked her head below, taking each testicle into her mouth in turns, bathing it in saliva and then sucking on it.

"Uhhhh," Harry moaned. "I love it when you suck on my balls like that." Ginny smirked and continued doing what she was doing. "If you keep doing this I might cum," said Harry as Ginny tried to cram both of his full balls into her mouth.

"We wouldn't want that," said Ginny, standing up, hand still grasped around his cock. "I want to make sure you cum with me completely inside of you," Ginny giggled as she felt Harry's cock jerk in her hand at that comment. "I think you like that idea."

"Lie on the bed, I need to get you ready," Harry said. Ginny went and sat up on the bed, resting her back against the pillows and spreading her legs apart.

Harry lay on his stomach between her legs and got to work. Harry chose a different method to Ginny, instead of going all out and taking all of her first time, he chose to gently kiss her head first. He teased her, planting gentle kisses at the tip of her shaft before slowly taking in the first couple inches of her and then releasing again. He repeated this, taking a couple of inches at a time, slowly taking more and more of her. It was driving Ginny wild.

"Please Harry, just fucking swallow," she moaned as his tongue did wonders on her slit that was dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum. "Oh, fuck it," she said as she grabbed the back of Harry's head and held it in place, thrusting upwards.

Harry smiled, knowing that he had teased Ginny into doing exactly what he wanted her to do. Fuck his face. And Ginny did so with some passion, thrusting her hips up and down, as she continually buried and re-buried her large cock into Harry's throat, enjoying the gagging and spluttering sounds he was making.

She did this for over a minute before finally releasing his head, allowing Harry to take his first proper breath in that time. "That was so fucking hot, baby," said Ginny, sexual energy now coursing through her. "I need you right fucking now," she said assertively. She got up onto her knees and crawled around behind Harry who had assumed the classic doggystyle position on his hands and knees. "Your ass is so perfect," Ginny commented as she spread his cheeks. She admired his winking virgin hole before burying her head in his ass and her tongue up his tight wrinkled hole. Ginny loved everything about Harry's ass, its size and plumpness, the tightness of the hole and its bumpy texture. She loved to do as she was now, spreading his cheeks wide with her hands and burying her face fully between them. Her tongue tried to penetrate as far as possible into Harry's hole, it could not yet get far having only had a couple fingers up there. But Ginny took satisfaction in the fact that by the end of the night her tongue would be able to go a lot further.

After a few minutes Ginny removed her head from between his cheeks and positioned the head of her still wet cock at his now well lubricated hole.

"Hmmmm," Harry moaned as he felt her large cockhead at the entrance to his virginial hole. "Please take me, Ginny."

"I didn't quite catch that," said Ginny with an evil grin on her face. She loved taking control in sexual situations with Harry, particularly as he was so darn cute when she did.

"Please stick your big cock in my virgin ass," Harry begged, spreading his cheeks for her.

"I think I may just oblige," Ginny joked as she pushed her cock into his ass. It entered with a bit of a fight and Ginny instantly felt the tightness and pressure of his ass exerting itself on her cock.

Harry on the other hand felt a sharp stabbing pain and hissed in response, but the pain soon turned to a dull ache as Ginny continued her gentle invasion of his ass. Harry felt full already and only a few inches of Ginny were in. It was a sensation he could not quite describe outside of 'full', but it was one that despite the pain he liked. He was looking forward to when the pain would eventually subside and it would just be this feeling.

Ginny herself was in heaven. Harry was so tight around her cock, triggering just about every nerve ending in her throbbing member. At the halfway point both of them let out a loud groan for different reasons. Ginny groaned at the sight of Harry's ass stretching around her thick shaft and Harry moaned as Ginny fully pushed past his prostate, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight through his body.

Harry's groan encouraged Ginny further and she smacked his right asscheek as she pushed more in. "Almost there, baby," Ginny reassured Harry.

"It feels good already," groaned Harry.

"How about this?" taunted Ginny as she grabbed his hips firmly and slammed her remaining three inches inside of him. Harry cried out loudly as all ten inches of Ginny buried themselves inside of him. "All in," said Ginny proudly. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered in his ear, draping herself over his back.

Harry was still adjusting to having all of his girlfriend's ten inches inside of him but was soothed by the feeling of her perky breasts pressed into his back and her warm breath in his ear. "You can start fucking me now, but be gentle," Harry murmured, turning his face towards her.

"I'll be gentle… at first," said Ginny with an evil smirk, giving Harry a quick kiss on the lips, before straightening her back and starting to slowly slip back out of him.

Harry felt oddly empty as Ginny's cock departed, but the feeling only lasted so long, as Ginny quickly began to slide herself back in. "Oh fuck," Harry moaned.

Ginny smiled as she felt Harry's ass continually better adapt to her cock. Each time she slid back in she met less resistance en route. It was after about the tenth time she slid back into Harry, her balls slapping gently against his, that he uttered the words she wanted to hear. "Please fuck me, Gin," he begged.

"With pleasure," she said as she pulled out quicker than before and then thrust back in harder.

"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed, now mostly in pleasure as he felt her cock fill him up and push against his prostate every time it did so. He had already been halfway to orgasm from the earlier blowjob and now Ginny's large cock was pushing him ever closer.

Ginny was a picture of focus and determination. Her eyes were fixated on one thing, Harry's ass stretching around her thick cock. Her mind set to one task, destroying his ass before cumming. She had also been brought halfway to finish by the previous blowjob and Harry's velvety ass was not helping her stave off her orgasm. So, she gripped his hips harder and rammed into him with force, intent on making him cum hard with her cock in his ass before she herself came.

Harry's arms soon tired from keeping up his upper body and so he collapsed down into the prone bone position, lying flat on the bed, at this point too cock drunk to take much notice of anything. His cock was trapped between his stomach and the bedsheets, pleasurably grinding between the two.

Ginny shifted to match this new position, she placed her fists either side of Harry's head and thrust downwards into his ass, his asscheeks rippling from the force of her thrusts every time. The only noise in the room was their loud groans and moans and their skin slapping together.

"I'm gonna cum!" Harry suddenly exclaimed. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" this only made Ginny pound him harder, her body now sweaty from exertion.

"Cum for me, Harry. Cum on my big cock like a little slut," goaded Ginny. And that all it took. Harry hearing himself be referred to as a slut pushed him over the edge and his trapped cock began spewing cum onto his stomach and the bedsheets below. His ass spasmed and he yelled out in pleasure.

"Yeeeeees!"

Ginny herself, already nearing orgasm when Harry came, could not hold out any longer. Not with the way Harry's spasming ass was milking her cock and so she let herself fall on top of him, cock fully buried in her ass as she came hard. She groaned loudly in his ear as she unloaded into him, before rolling off him and laying in a heap next to him.

They lay next to each other on the bed for a few minutes, both of them waiting to regain control of proper motor function before talking. Harry was the first to stir, turning himself over so he was facing Ginny. "That was perfect," he stated.

"Oh yeah?" said Ginny also turning to face him and draping a long smooth leg over his.

"Yeah, your cock is incredible, Gin."

"Your ass ain't too bad either," Ginny grinned and they both laughed.

"I would never have thought two weeks ago that I would be lying on a four-poster bed having been fucked to heaven by the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," said Harry soppily, though truthfully.

"You really know how to please a witch," Ginny said shifting her whole body until she was lying on top of him, her face pressed into his neck. "And tomorrow you're going to get a reward," she said. "My tight ass around your cock." Harry groaned as Ginny said that, his cock already beginning to stir back to life. "But first the rest of our date," said Ginny. "I do hope that the table comes with some food."

"I believe Dobby will oblige us," Harry said.

And so, the two had a very pleasant evening, being wined and dined by the ever jovial house elf. Naturally, the night ended with Ginny back inside of Harry, before the two of them collapsed into a very pleasant sleep, their bodies wrapped around each other.

Hermione was not an idiot. She was aware of Harry and Ginny's new found relationship. She was aware in a way that Ron was not, mainly because she was conscious of more than her Potions homework. Hermione noticed not only their relationship but she also noticed them leaving for their 'date' the previous evening. Knowing that Ron was a late riser she snuck in to the boys' dormitory, ready to finally plunder his virgin ass.

As she entered the dormitory, she was instantly hit with the smell of teen boy. It was a particularly musky smell, one that she could not quite describe. But happily for her, the dorm room was empty except for Ronald Weasley, as she had predicted. Harry was off doing God knows what to Ginny, and the others were sensibly up in time to make it to first lesson. But not Ron, he was still sound asleep; as if he was asking for a detention.

Hermione approached his sleeping form and peered over him. "Ronald!" she yelled, having learnt that anything less than a shout would not wake him up.

"W-w-w-what?" questioned, a dazed Ron.

"Get up, lazy," Hermione commanded, enjoying her new found dominance.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ron. "This is the boys' dorm."

"That may be so," said Hermione. "But I have reason to wake you."

"What reason?" asked a still half-asleep Ron.

"I want to plunder your ass," said Hermione with a surprising amount of confidence. Her recent dominance of Ron in the oral department had given her a certain level of confidence overall. Whereas before she was only confident in answering questions in class, but was otherwise utterly socially inept, now she was much more confident in all aspects of social life. But the part she was best at was bossing Ron about, particularly sexually. His seemingly submissive tendencies had allowed her to become ever more dominant, now she saw a hole to plunder whenever she walked past a cute boy in the hallways. Whereas before she may have seen a uniform infraction, she now saw sexual opportunity. "So, get up, strip and ready yourself for my cock," added Hermione.

"What, Hermione?" queried the sleepy ginger.

"Hands and knees, now!" Hermione commanded, the volume of her command cutting through Ron's sleepy daze and reaching his brain. Ron obeyed, knowing better than to disobey Hermione when she shouted. Ron got into position, pyjama bottoms still on.

Hermione got behind him and ripped the offending clothing from his behind. "Don't try and cover yourself from me," she said.

"I wasn't!" said a slightly scared Ron. "That's just what I sleep in! You owe me some pyjama bottoms now!" he said, with a faux level of confidence.

"They'll be the last of your thoughts when I'm balls deep inside of you," said Hermione cockily, an odd character trait overcoming her. Hermione admired Ron's almost hairless cheeks, enjoying their plumpness. "Your ass is so fat, dear," she commented. "I need to bury myself inside of you."

"Do you mean fully; you know with your… and all?" questioned Ron nervously. Hermione ignored him and simply planted her face between his plump cheeks. She spread them with her hands and then got to work, lubing him up by means of her active tongue. She lapped and licked at every inch of his wrinkled hole, trying to gain access to the tight cavity. His ass would not give, but with a few fingers she knew it would.

Hermione stuck one finger in his ass first, keeping his cheeks spread. Ron moaned loudly as he felt his girlfriend's digit enter his ass and press against all of his weak points. Hermione thrust her finger in and out of Ron's virgin ass, getting into a rhythm before adding a second. "Mmmmm," Ron moaned as his ass stretched slightly to accommodate Hermione's second finger. Ron knew that his ass was going to have to stretch a lot more than that to accommodate his girlfriend's thick, veiny cock.

Ron had still not accepted the fact that he enjoyed being submissive to the bushy-haired witch, but in the throes of pleasure he also ignored such concerns. It was only after that the feelings of shame and emasculation kicked in. But for now, it felt way too good to stop. "Please don't stop, Hermione," Ron whined. Hermione answered by pulling her two fingers from his now slightly gaped ass. Ron whimpered at the feeling of emptiness left in her fingers' wake, but then whimpered louder as he felt her cock at his entrance. Hermione spat on her cock and rubbed the saliva up and down her throbbing shaft.

"I'm ready, Ronald," she said as she began to apply the pressure to his ass with her cock.

"Fuuuck," Ron groaned as the head of Hermione's cock pushed past his initial anal defences. Hermione continued to push into his ass and Ron moaned more and more. Ron instantly loved the feeling of being stretched, despite the pain. It felt an incalculable amount better than when Hermione fingered him. "Oh, please Hermione that feels so good."

"Almost all the way in," announced Hermione after a couple of minutes of gentle but stern penetration. "There it is," she finalised, her entire eleven-inch shaft buried in Ron's virgin ass, her balls resting gently against the curve of his ass. "Now time to fuck."

Hermione removing her cock was met with another loud groan from Ron as her cock slid out past his prostate. But a louder groan still, in fact it was more of an excited squeal, left Ron's lips as Hermione rammed herself back into him.

Doggystyle was the natural first position to try, particularly given how much Hermione loved watching Ron's plump ass cheeks ripple, but after many minutes of Hermione pounding Ron from behind, admiring his ass cheeks clapping together, she decided it was time to mix it up.

Hermione removed herself from Ron's ass before making him get off the bed and then lying on her back. "Ride me," she commanded as she gently stroked her mammoth shaft.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Ron, clambering upon Hermione to position his ass over her cock. "Fuck!" he exclaimed loudly as her cock easily pierced his asshole, sinking down balls deep onto it disturbingly quickly.

Hermione was sitting up and very much enjoying the show. The fact that Ron was, by this point, quite frantically fucking himself on her dick, made it so much hotter. There was something about the desperation for her cock, the obvious submission despite him being on top, that turned Hermione on even more than she already was. "Do you like riding my fat cock?" teased Hermione in a sultry voice that she did not know she possessed, spanking his bouncing ass for good measure. "Like it stretching your tight ass?"

"Bloody hell, I do," groaned Ron, the taunting somehow making him even harder than he already was. His decently sized cock was bouncing up and down, slapping against her stomach, as he rode his girlfriend. A trail of pre-cum was left in its wake on her lower stomach. Ron could feel the familiar sensation in his balls that warned him he was about to cum. He had never cum without a hand or mouth on his dick before and the humiliation in loving a cock up the ass so much it alone made you cum, pushed Ron even closer to cumming. "I'm gonna cum, 'Mione," he warned, slightly embarrassed.

"Without anything stimulating your cock? My you are a slut," she grinned devilishly as she said it. He was addicted. This announcement from Ron prompted Hermione to grab Ron around the stomach and manoeuvre him onto his back on the bed, where she previously was. Ron made a whining noise at the sudden emptiness he felt in his ass, but soon moaned in pleasure as Hermione quickly spread his legs and rammed herself back inside of him. Her cock now slid into his ass with ease.

Hermione fucked Ron harder and more powerfully than she had done yet, all of her eleven inches pounding into him, touching every part of his sensitive ass. Ron was an incoherent mess after not so long of this, simply reduced to moans and groans. But he did just about manage to inform Hermione of his imminent orgasm. "Fuck, 'Mione, I'm cumming! Ahhhhh!" he yelled as cum shot out of his cock and splattered his stomach, chest and neck. Seeing Ron's cock jerking sporadically, spurting cum this way and that, dancing to a rhythm entirely of its own, combined with his ass contracting and squeezing her cock, fired Hermione over the edge and she too came.

"Ugggggh!" she roared as she came, slamming into Ron one final time, before unloading her giant load inside of him and then collapsing on top of him. They lay there catching their breath for a minute.

"Where did that come from 'Mione?" asked Ron, breaking the silence.

"I don't know really. I guess it all started when I pushed you into that empty classroom, I just got such a rush. And now the thought of taking a guy or girl's ass just turns me on so much. If someone bends over in front of me in the hallways or something I just, fuck, I just need to take them," she explained. "It's so animalistic, it's kinda scary. But you enjoyed it right?"

"Yeah," said a rather muted Ron. "I enjoyed it too much," he added.

"How can you enjoy it too much?" asked a perplexed Hermione. "Would you rather not enjoy it at all?"

"Yes!" snapped Ron, pushing Hermione off of him and starting the cleaning process.

"What? That makes no sense, Ronald!" exclaimed an exasperated Hermione.

"You wouldn't understand," he said. "Terego."

"Is it about me calling you a slut? It was in the heat of the moment. I thought you'd like it," said Hermione, almost pleadingly. This was not how she envisioned the after-sex conversation to go.

"It's about more than that Hermione," said Ron as he got dressed.

"This is not some outdated muggle concept of masculinity is it?" she asked, believing anyone she chose to be close friends, or more, with to be beyond such notions.

"Look, I've missed breakfast now and I barely have time to get to class, same for you. And I won't even be able to sit down properly all day! We'll do this another time," Ron said, picking up his bag and turning to leave.

"Oh, come on, Ronald! Don't throw a strop!"

"Just piss off," Ron said over his shoulder as he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Hermione sat in Ron's bed unsure of what to think. Her sexual high that brought so much confidence had certainly now gone. "Shit," she muttered. Apparently, sex and relationships were more complicated than she first thought.

Whilst Hermione and Ron had been engaging in their first fully penetrative sexual encounter, two others in the Slytherin boy's dorm had been engaging in what had become a daily, in fact twice or thrice daily, occurrence.

Pansy was in her favourite position, kneeling behind Draco as she fucked him hard. Draco came across as arrogant to others, but Pansy had tamed him. She knew he wanted to return the favour, to sodomise her, but so far, she had rejected his requests and he had been forced to only be on the receiving end. 'Forced' was a strong word though, given how much Draco also enjoyed this position. Ever since he had accidentally walked in on his mother naked and seen her thick, veiny cock, he had fantasised about being taken by one. And once he started to date Pansy, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was in such a position as he was in now.

They had been fucking like rabbits for months now, so Draco knew the signs that Pansy was about to cum. "I'm cumming Draco, baby," Pansy moaned as her cock swelled and she ejaculated inside of his ass. "God your ass always feels so good," Pansy declared as she slid out of him and then lay beside him.

"And you feel good inside me," Draco said as he lay closer to Pansy and kissed her on the cheek.

"I know you want to fuck my ass, Draco," Pansy said bluntly. "And I'll let you, if you help me," she offered.

"With?"

"I want to fuck that mudblood whore," said Pansy, spitting out the slur.

"Not this again," sighed Draco. Pansy had told him of this particular desire a few months ago and then proceeded to continually fantasise aloud about it.

"I saw her in the hallway yesterday and I just wanted to bend her over and take her right then and there. I need to show her where her place is, show her how to serve her betters!"

"I'm pretty sure she's dating the Weasley idiot," said Draco, grimacing at the thought.

"I bet she gives it to him. No way he gets his cock anywhere near her ass," smirked Pansy. "She's saving it for a superior," Pansy declared, now truly in a world of her own fantasy.

"You, presumably."

"Oh, Dracy, baby. You do know the right thing to say," said Pansy in a sickly-sweet voice, clearly missing the hint of sarcasm in Draco's comment. "Fantasising has got me hard again. Round 2?" she asked.

"I'm not really…"

"I'll give you a blowjob," Pansy offered, interrupting Draco's objections. Draco rolled his eyes, they both knew he could not resist that particular offer.

"Fine," he sighed.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna have you howling," Pansy stated confidently as she began to kiss her way down his body.

And howl he very much did.

Author's Note: So, there's Chapter 2! A little smidge of plot there at the end.

I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as they seemed to the first.

I was chuffed with everyone's lovely comments, and the kudos is of course great too! So, thank you.

Again, bonus points if anyone can name the artist who sang the song the chapter is named after.

Have a lovely weekend :)