The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 6 – Meet me in the Bathroom

Harry had been pulled out of his Potions lesson by a squeaky Colin Creevey, much to Snape's annoyance, for the Weighing of the Wands ceremony. After enduring the inevitable barb from Snape about being a 'celebrity', Harry followed Colin, who was chatting endlessly, to a room near the Headmaster's office, that Harry was fairly sure had not existed previously.

Leaving Colin behind, Harry entered the room to find the other three champions already present, along with their respective Headteachers, Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch, Ollivander and a woman with blonde curly hair and ridiculous glasses armed with a quill and paper.

"Interviews first?" she asked no one in particular.

"We'll be doing the ceremony first, you can do your interviews afterwards," Dumbledore struggled to get the word 'interview' out and Harry would soon find out why.

The ceremony went by smoothly. With Ollivander speaking in riddles as Harry remembered him doing the first time they met. The only interesting thing to come out of the ceremony was Harry learning that Fleur was a Veela. He did not really know what to do with that information, but it did make sense as to why most of the schools' populations melted in her presence.

It was the so-called 'interview' that did not go as expected. Harry had never really paid attention to who wrote which articles in The Daily Prophet and consequently he did not know Rita Skeeter by name or reputation, but that was soon to change.

"Well, this is very cosy," she giggled as they sat down in what was effectively a broom cupboard. She spoke with a high-pitched voice, to the extent that she almost squeaked everything she said. Like how one would imagine a mouse speaking. "So where to begin? How about why you entered the tournament despite being underage," she started.

"I didn't enter the tournament," Harry replied, already seeing exactly where this was going.

"Then how did your name end up in the Goblet of Fire?" she asked, clearly not believing his story.

"I don't know," he responded through gritted teeth.

"Now, now Harry, don't be like that. What sort of journalist would I be if I didn't ask the obvious questions, hmm?"

"A competent one," Harry responded, surprising himself with his level of sarcasm.

"Ooh, we have a sarcastic one. I like the sarcastic ones. It reveals a sadness in their lives. And you do have a sad life don't you Harry. How would your parents feel about you illegally entering a potentially deadly tournament?" Rita asked, purely to get a rise from the boy. Harry knew a reaction is what she wanted, he tried to calm himself, but keeping his anger under control was never his greatest strength.

"If I did do such a thing, which I did not, I'm sure they would be annoyed," he said calmly, trying to hide the anger that lay beneath.

"Did you do it to prove something to the rest of the country? Maybe that you are more than simply the boy-who-lived?" Rita pressed.

"I didn't do it!" Harry yelled, barely keeping his anger in check.

"Ok Harry, I believe you," Rita lied, resting her hands on his forearms, a gesture that would seem calming if it came from almost anyone but her.

"Then stop assuming that I did in all of your questions," he replied, frustration evident in his voice.

"How about we move onto a new topic, then? Witches. Are there any in your life, Harry?" Rita asked.

"I have friends who are witches, sure," said Harry, having no intention whatsoever of advertising his private life to anyone.

"Do you know our secret?" she asked, a glint in her eye.

"Yes," said Harry, now acutely aware of Rita's hands moving from his arms to his knees.

"And what do you think about that? Do you like it? Was it a pleasant surprise?" the way she uttered the word pleasant made Harry's skin crawl. Degeneracy oozed from the word, and not the good kind.

"What are you…?" Harry went to ask as Rita's hands snuck up his legs towards their target, but he was shushed.

"I'm sure you get a lot of female attention, being a celebrity from birth and now a champion as well," Rita remarked.

"Not as much as you'd think," muttered Harry, trying to make up his mind whether or not to let Rita do what she so obviously wanted to do.

"I think I feel something," she giggled. Harry almost winced at the hideous nature of the sound.

Harry knew that he should probably demonstrate some sort of self-control, that getting involved in any sort of entanglement with a journalist was not the wisest idea in the world, particularly with one as morally bankrupt as Rita Skeeter clearly was. But he was frustrated and a teenage boy, so he opened his robes up, fished his hard cock out and presented it to her.

"All for me?" Rita tittered. "Yum," she said, licking her lips, right before devouring his manhood whole, taking the whole shaft to the base in one fell swoop. Harry gasped loudly, in both surprise and pleasure. Rita was clearly experienced.

Knowing this, Harry decided he would show her what he thought of her interview. Grabbing the back of her head he started thrusting up, pushing his cock further down her throat than it already was. Rita gagged, but much less than one would expect, further confirming her experience.

Rita was content to let the boy fuck her face. Sex was her main way of getting juicy stories. Wizards and witches both often failed to think straight when they were thinking with what was between their legs as opposed to what was between their ears. The fact that she was an illegal Animagus also helped, but obviously no one knew about that. Both of those traits, combined with virtually no morals or journalistic standards, made her indispensable to The Daily Prophet. She was their best reporter, if by best one meant 'willing to go the furthest to sell copies'.

Rita knew that in this instance she would struggle to get a story out of Harry even after giving him a phenomenal blowjob, he was far too wary of her, she could tell that instantly. But at this point, she just wanted to say that she sucked off the boy-who-lived. And she could certainly say that now.

Harry grunted as he stood, keeping his cock in Rita's mouth. Now he was able to fuck her face properly, with his balls slapping against her chin. He looked down into her eyes, and saw nothing but mirth. The fact that she was clearly getting off on this was almost taunting him.

Harry fucked her face hard, releasing all of his pent-up aggression, frustration and anger before pulling his cock from her mouth and stroking himself all over her face. He wanted to give her a facial to at least somewhat humiliate her, as she had been trying to do to him.

"You are quite the virile young man," Rita smiled as she set about cleaning herself. Harry, slightly disgusted with himself, tidied himself up before quickly going for the door. "I'm sure I'll fly by you soon, Harry," Rita said as she left. The hidden meaning in that statement would not become evident to Harry for a while.

Blushing and avoiding eye contact with the knowing looks of the three waiting champions Harry fled the room and headed to the Great Hall for lunch. He hoped food would cleanse him of Rita's stench, both literal because of her overwhelming perfume, and metaphorical because she was, well, a bitch.

Ever since Pansy had bumped into the Weasley twins that one morning she had her eyes set on one task; to replicate their failure. Having looked up how to make an ageing potion Pansy had followed the instructions but getting one variable incorrect at each stage. She knew from her conversation with the twins that they had got the potion wrong, but she also knew that the potion they had created looked and smelt exactly as it should. Thus, Pansy could easily rule out many of her attempts because either the colour, smell or viscosity was incorrect.

However, this particular day was different. She had done it. At least she thought she had. If correct, the Weasley twins had stirred clockwise and not anti-clockwise. "Idiots," Pansy muttered under her breath. She had before her half a cauldron of milky white liquid that looked exactly as an Ageing potion ought. Now to test it.

That night, at dinner in the Great Hall, Pansy made sure to sit next to Daphne Greengrass herself. If it worked as intended, she knew that Daphne would rapidly retreat from the room to try and relieve herself. And Daphne grinned as she pictured herself coming to Daphne's rescue. Her cock twitched underneath her robes at the thought.

Right on cue, just as dessert was served and Pansy was eyeing up a particularly pleasant looking tart, another tart fled the room citing 'feeling unwell' as her excuse. Pansy decided to give the girl a few minutes, to work herself up into a frenzy before going to relive her. It also meant that she got to have a slice of the aforementioned tart.

Pansy casually left the Slytherin table having finished dessert, claiming that she 'still had homework to complete for the following day'. That actually was not a lie, but homework was the last thing on the brunette's mind.

Pansy knew that Daphne would either head to the nearest bathrooms or to the Slytherin girls' bathrooms. She checked the former first but there was no damsel in distress present. So, she walked as quickly as she could manage with a throbbing erection down to the Slytherin common room. Present in the girls' bathrooms was Daphne, just as expected. Pansy quickly wiped her face of the predatory grin that had adorned it her entire journey from the Great Hall. Instead, she replaced it with her best attempt at 'concerned'.

"Are you ok, Daph?" asked Pansy.

"Er, yeah, I'm fine thanks, Pans," came the reply. Even if Pansy had not known that Daphne had just consumed some sort of lust potion, she still would have been able to tell that Daphne was lying.

"I can tell you're not, Daphne. Just tell me what's up," said Pansy, faking concern.

"It's just er, hard to explain," said Daphne. The accidental pun was not lost on Pansy

"Well give it a go," replied Pansy.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I won't," Pansy assured her. Pansy heard the cubicle unlock and tried to hide her lust as she saw the sight inside it. Daphne Greengrass was standing there, her usually perfect blonde hair was a mess, her cheeks were flush and her robes were in a pile on the floor. Pansy could see the desperation in Daphne's eyes. But most importantly she could see Daphne's angrily throbbing cock. "Want some help with that?" asked Pansy as nonchalantly as possible.

"Would you really do that for me?" asked Daphne.

"Of course, Daph. But with one condition."

"Go on."

"I get your ass," stipulated Pansy. Daphne sighed, knowing the original offer was too good to be true. Pansy was a Slytherin after all, she would expect nothing less.

"Deal," said Daphne, very desperate at this point.

"On your knees then," commanded Pansy, instantly assuming a dominant role as she did with Draco. She shrugged off her robes and stood hand on hips, her seven inches of meat jutting out from her body.

Daphne eyed Pansy's cock warily, nervous at having that in her ass. She was not an anal virgin, but the biggest object she had had in her ass were toys and she had never had more than six inches of one in. Astoria's cock had also been in Daphne's ass, but it was still growing and thus was not close to Pansy's size. After a few seconds of hesitation Daphne got down onto her knees before Pansy, using her robes to as a cushion from the tiled bathroom floor.

Locking the cubicle behind her, Pansy moaned at Daphne's tentative first caress of her cock. Pansy got off on the power she now had over the girl. Daphne paraded around the Slytherin common room as if she was too good for everybody else, above them all. But now Pansy was literally towering above Daphne, as the girl set about engaging in an act of submission. That alone felt good. But unsurprisingly, Daphne's light kisses to the head of her cock also felt rather good.

Pansy groaned louder as Daphne's pink, plump lips parted and took Pansy's cock inside of her mouth. "Your lips were made for this," Pansy commented. She was not lying, Daphne's lips were perfect for cock worship, their plumpness providing a perfect cushion as she bobbed her mouth back and forth on Pansy's stick.

Daphne grew into the blowjob as she became less daunted by Pansy's size. The girl started bobbing her head enthusiastically, taking more and more of the cock in her mouth. Her saliva liberally coated the dick, a must for taking it in her ass later.

Daphne would take about half of the shaft in her mouth and then pull back, creating a vacumn in her mouth for just the tip, before taking the cock out of her mouth entirely with a loud 'plop'. That noise alone made Pansy rock hard.

Daphne did not know if it was whatever weird hormonal thing was happening to her or if she was just attracted to Pansy and her girlcock, but she did start to actively enjoy the blowjob. So much so that she moaned around Pansy's cock as she finally managed to take the entire length down her throat. "Moaning from giving a blowjob, you're such a slut," commented Pansy with glee. Daphne blushed but the words just made her cock harder.

Daphne then decided that Pansy's balls were not getting enough attention, so she released Pansy from her mouth, raised the shaft and start sucking on Pansy's full balls. Inhaling Pansy's musky scent, Daphne continued to jerk the shaft as she took each ball into her mouth at a time.

"Merlin," Pansy moaned as her sensitive balls were bathed in spittle by the usually prude blonde. Either this potion worked better than she expected or Daphne had been sheltering a nymphomaniac behind that uptight pureblood demeanour. "Ok, that's enough," said Pansy, worried that she was going to blow her load before she got to enter Daphne's ass. "Bend over the toilet seat, whore," she ordered. Daphne did so without complaint, slightly sad that she had to finish her blowjob.

Pansy usually did not prepare the asses of her victims herself, preferring to use a charm, so as to maintain her strict role as domme. However, Daphne was an exception. The blonde's ass was a perfect bubble butt. It was rather fat, one of only two places on her body that contained much. It was perfectly rounded and had more than enough meat to jiggle when she moved.

Pansy bent over behind Daphne, too good to kneel, spread the girl's creamy cheeks and buried her face between them. Daphne moaned and slowly jerked off her cock as Pansy started preparing her ass. Her cock was throbbing and she still felt a desperate need to cum, but somehow sex dulled the need, as if her body knew she was going to get to cum and so relented. But she knew that if she did not satiate these desires soon, they would return with full force and who knows what would happen then. There had been stories of witches going crazy from lack of release, it was part of the reason why Azkaban was so feared by witches in particular.

Pansy savoured the musky taste of Daphne's crinkled hole. The Ice Princess was too tight for Pansy to actually get her tongue into the girl but she sure enjoyed lapping at it. This was not a purely mechanical procedure, Pansy actively enjoyed the activity, in a way she never did with Draco. But Pansy had no time to ponder as to why as Daphne started to beg for more.

"Please, Pansy, can you fuck me! Please!" she begged loudly.

"My pleasure, whore," grinned Pansy, standing up behind Daphne and placing her saliva covered cock at Daphne's similarly lubricated hole.

"Merlin!" Daphne exclaimed as Pansy, not the most patient or caring lover, rammed her cock hard into Daphne's ass. Pansy managed to get almost all of her length into Daphne's backdoor with the first thrust. Her second thrust made sure of it.

Daphne felt sharp pain on the first thrust, as Pansy's cock battered its way into her ass. Less so, on the second thrust and by the time Pansy had pulled her cock out and slammed back in again, all Daphne felt was pleasure.

"Don't touch yourself, slut," Pansy instructed harshly, grabbing both of Daphne's wrists and pulling her arms behind her. "You will cum hands free like the anal whore you are," said Pansy, trying to humiliate the girl further. Using Daphne's limbs as anchors Pansy began to thrust in and out of Daphne, particularly enjoying watching the blonde's asscheeks ripple on each impact. "You have such a nice ass," complimented Pansy. Daphne simply moaned in response.

Without at least one arm in front of her to support her upper body, Daphne was simply lying flat, her breasts pressed into the top of the toilet seat. But she could not say that she was not enjoying it. The feeling of Pansy's thick shaft plundering her tight hole felt magnificent. The pleasure from her prostate being repeatedly pressed against was like a perpetual throb of bliss in her lower stomach. She could feel her cock getting ready to explode. She could also not say that this was a one-time thing. She knew that she was probably going to seek this treatment from Pansy again at some point in the future.

Pansy herself was in heaven. Daphne's tight ass gripped her cock so perfectly and the way the girl's ass jiggled on every impact was a feast for the eyes. Moreover, Daphne's girly moans were so hot; Pansy loved finding new buttsluts and she had found another one.

"Are you my buttslut?" Pansy yelled at Daphne as both girls neared their orgasm.

"Yes!" came back the reply.

"Yes, what?"

Slightly confused for a second Daphne did not reply, but then she understood what Pansy was asking her to say, and she accepted her place. "Yes, mistress!"

Pansy released Daphne's wrists, allowing the girl to prop herself up with her hands again, and grabbed the girl's hips instead. She changed her rhythm to short sharp jabs into Daphne, accentuated by a firm spank every few second. "I'm gonna cum, mistress," Daphne moaned as she felt her balls broiling with need.

"Cum for me, slut!" Pansy commanded.

"Oh, Morgana's tits!" Daphne yelled as her cock sprayed what looked like litres of cum everywhere. Pansy groaned as she felt Daphne's ass tighten around her cock, trying to elicit the brunette's own orgasm. She succeeded.

Whilst Daphne was still whimpering in pleasure, Pansy released a snarl as she slammed herself into the blonde one last time and unloaded inside of the girl's still spasming ass.

Daphne felt pure relief wash over her as her orgasm subsided and as did the extreme need to cum. It was as if she had been instantly released from an addiction. What said release did not do, was change her view on Pansy. No, that was all her she realised as she enjoyed the feeling of the brunette cumming inside of her ass.

Pansy pulled her softening cock from Daphne's flooded hole once her own orgasm subsided and helped pull the girl into a standing position. The two locked lips and kissed passionately, as sweat and cum dripped from their bodies. "I think my cock needs cleaning," said Pansy, the instruction clear. Daphne got down to her knees eagerly, happy to get another taste of Pansy's cock and a first taste of her cum. "And Daphne."

"Yes, mistress?"

"I expect a tribute and I think I know exactly who I have in mind," Pansy's smile was nothing but wicked. Daphne gulped as she realised who her new mistress was talking about.

"You will have her."

Ron had refused to so much as glance at Hermione all day. And Hermione was sick of it. In her mind, if he wanted to be a petulant child then he could. She was particularly sympathetic to this view now that she had another wizard to sate her urges.

At lunch, whilst trying her best not to glare at Ron who had made a big deal out of sitting with Seamus and Dean instead of her and Ginny, Harry was still being 'interviewed' at this point, a message had come for her. It was from Viktor and gave her a time and a place; the Durmstrang ship, immediately after dinner.

So, ten minutes after dinner had ended, and Hermione had seen Viktor scurry away, she stood outside the Durmstrang ship slightly unsure if she should knock. Before she had made up her mind the door swung open to reveal Viktor wearing only his underwear and a vest.

"Come in, Hermy-own," he said, stepping aside. Hermione really could not be bothered to correct him on her name. It was not like they were going to be in a relationship, she was just using him for both her urges and to make Ron jealous. Not that Ron actually yet knew about it, which did run somewhat counter to making him jealous.

They made their way through the ship until they came to Viktor's room. It was spacious, well as spacious as a room could be on a ship, with a large double bed along one side of the room. It had wood panelled walls and a wooden floor, with large windows that overlooked the Great Lake. "It's a nice room," said Hermione politely.

"I get the biggest room because I am champion," Viktor proclaimed.

"Well that seems fair," smiled Hermione, eager to get to the real reason she was there.

"I liked what we did in the lib-ary," he said.

"Well Viktor," said Hermione in a hushed tone. "We can do even more than that. Now take off my robes," she instructed. Having had time to think over their encounter in the library, she realised that he must be submissive in the bedroom and that was probably a reason for his reluctance to indulge any of the squealing girls that followed him around everywhere. And Hermione also realised that since Ron could not handle his submissive desires, she would practice on someone who could.

Viktor took off Hermione's robes with delicacy, as if she was an ancient statue or something. But Hermione was content to stand there and wait. The last piece of clothing he took off was her knickers, for which he kneeled before her. Peeling them down her legs, Hermione's stiff prick sprung up and smacked him in the face, causing them both to giggle. "You have a lovely penis," said Viktor, the biological term making Hermione smile more.

"And you have a lovely mouth for blowjobs," she replied, steering his open mouth onto her cock, groaning as her shaft is greeted by his eager tongue. Viktor quickly gets to work, working his lips up and down her dick, his tongue lavishing her shaft in attention. He takes her into his throat, down to the hilt and stays there, gagging as he does so; impressing Hermione with his dedication.

Viktor had learnt of his submissive nature when he was in his fifth year at Durmstrang. He was easily the best seeker in the school and had already played a few friendlies for Bulgaria. It was his then team captain at Durmstrang, a particularly intense and obsessive dark-haired seventh year girl, with a large cock and formidable presence who put Viktor in his place. Since then, though he had fucked many a woman, he always sought out those witches that made him submit. Perhaps, the inclination was due to his aggression on the Quidditch pitch, or maybe it was due to his particularly Oedipal mother. Either way, Viktor quickly realised that he preferred getting his ass ploughed to doing the ploughing. And somehow Hermione had caught his eye, much as she had Fleur's, and he knew she would be the type of witch that he desired above all else. And he was certainly right, he thought, as Hermione held his head in place and fucked his face like a pussy. He spluttered and gagged around her cock, eyes tearing up as Hermione's eleven inches repeatedly buried itself in his throat.

With one last thrust and a gasp, Hermione yanked her cock from Viktor's mouth. "I think it's time to feel that ass," she stated. Viktor merely nodded in response. Hermione walked over to the bed and lay down on it, cock jutting up like a magnificent column. Viktor, understanding what Hermione wanted removed his vest and underwear, revealing his very girthy, but not too lengthy cock. It was almost as girthy as Hermione's but much shorter. This filled Hermione with a strange feeling of pride and joy.

Viktor clambered onto the bed and began to position himself over Hermione's cock, facing her. "Other way, Viktor. I want to watch that fat ass bounce," Hermione directed. Viktor did as he was told, the stern instructions leaving him even harder than he was before. Hermione held her cock at the base, keeping it steady as Viktor gently lowered himself onto her. Hermione's cock was heavily lubricated, but Viktor's ass had not received the same treatment. He liked it that way.

The tip of Hermione's substantial shaft pierced open Viktor's hole as he lowered himself, sliding through the tight rings of muscle. The Bulgarian moaned as he felt Hermione filling him up. The slight pain felt incredible, as he descended onto her shaft.

Hermione was herself enjoying the experience. She loved hearing the seeker moan as her cock continued its way into his clutching depths. And she was correct to assume that his ass would be a sexy sight, it was muscular and rounded and was begging to be smacked. Hermione obliged.

Viktor whimpered as Hermione gave his ass several firm spanks. "You love me smacking that thick ass, don't you?" Hermione goaded. Viktor's sign of agreement came in the form of him dropping down completely on Hermione's dick, his ass resting against her lower stomach. "Hmmmm," Hermione moaned as Viktor's tight ass enveloped her entirely. Viktor then rose up, using his legs that were either side of Hermione, and began to ride the bushy-haired witch.

Hermione played with her tits as she enjoyed both the sight, sounds and sensations of having an internationally renowned seeker bounce up and down on her length. His muscular ass made a wonderful smacking sound every time she bottomed out in him, his groans and moans were hot considering they were coming from such a well-built man. This was the perfect example that outward appearances of stereotypical manliness often hid a deeply submissive slut underneath.

Viktor's untouched cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. His prostate was firmly crushed with every bounce that he made. The sensation of fullness that radiated from his ass felt incredible, not to mention Hermione's intermittent stinging slaps to his now rosy asscheeks. The cowboy position, as it were, was driving him crazy. However, Hermione had other plans in mind.

Not content to be passive for her grand finish, Hermione sat up and wrapped her arms around his waist. Then, with a strength entirely fuelled by lust, Hermione shifted Viktor forwards so that his knees were on the bed. His hands instinctively moved to support himself and he grabbed the edge of the bed to stop himself from falling to the floor. Now in a more traditional doggystyle with Hermione's cock somehow still in Viktor's ass, she began to actively assert her dominance. "I'm gonna fill this tight seeker ass up with my cum!" she exclaimed as she felt herself getting close. Viktor simply moaned and held on for dear life as Hermione repeatedly invaded his ass with her impressive length. His cock was still dribbling pre-cum, and he himself was getting close to blowing his load, without even touching his cock. He found that hands-free orgasms, or 'sissygasms' as a muggle might say, felt indescribably better than ones that involved manual masturbation. And he was lucky in that they came pretty easy to him.

Hermione continued aggressively, almost violently, thrusting back and forth into Viktor for a few minutes, her body showing signs of exertion through the sweat that stuck to her brow. And then Viktor came with a feminine moan, his cock spewing the contents of his tightening balls all over the bed. This caused his ass to grip Hermione's cock in a deeply satisfying manner and consequently drew her to her own release. "Fuck!" she yelled as her own member flooded Viktor's ass with her sticky essence.

Tired, Hermione collapsed onto Viktor's back, her cock still jammed up his now sticky back passage. "That was very good, Hermy-own," said Viktor very sincerely.

"Yes, it was," Hermione agreed. Their sweaty bodies lay on top of each other in a sticky heap. But it was not the end of the night.

Hermione would take Viktor's ass repeatedly for several more hours. Fucking him on his back with his legs thrown over her shoulders, piledriving into him from above and pounding him as they lay together on their sides. She would finish by splattering his face with the remnants of cum that she had left.

By the time she left the Durmstrang ship and snuck back into school it was closer to dawn than dusk, but she left with a smile on her face and her head held high. She certainly slept soundly that night.

Author's Note: Hope y'all enjoyed that.

Pansy's diabolical plan, is taking shape, which is a worry for everyone. Hermione seems to have replaced poor Ron, and Harry could not help himself.

Next chapter will be the First Task, which I won't bother describing, because well, canon is at the moment unchanged as regards the plot, and everyone here knows what happens.

As always, guess the artist of the song in the chapter title, and have a great weekend ;)