The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 7 – The Man

Exhaustion. That was the feeling gripping Harry's body as he trudged his way over to the medical tent and the waiting Madam Pomfrey, golden egg in hand. His body had been running on pure adrenaline as he faced the dragon and now came the crash.

Pomfrey fussed over him but he paid her little attention. He just lay on the bed, wondering how close he had come to death. This tournament really was serious. He had no idea why anyone would opt to partake in such a thing.

"Harry!" came a witch's voice seconds before a redhaired fireball, Harry was used to those now, crashed on top of him.

"Ooomph," Harry gasped as Ginny squeezed him tight.

"I was so worried about you. And the dragon, and then the chain broke and then fucking Merlin's balls, how is this allowed to happen? You could have died!" Ginny rambled into his ear.

"I'm ok, Gin. I'm fine, I promise," Harry tried to reassure the shaking girl, wrapping his arms around her.

"You always seem to come out of these things ok," said Ginny, relaxing a bit in her boyfriend's arms.

"Pure skill," smiled Harry.

"Oh of course, my Lord. Your skill in dragon slaying is unrivalled," Ginny joked. The two laughed with each other and shared tender kisses.

"Miss Weasley, unhand Mr Potter and leave at once. This is a medical facility, not a bedroom!" came the stern voice of Madam Pomfrey.

"Please can I stay," pleaded Ginny, batting her eyelids at the matron. "I'll be a good girl, I promise," Harry knew that that was certainly not true.

"You can stay for one hour, but no funny business. He has to rest," relented Madam Pomfrey, knowing full well that you cannot say no to randy teenagers.

"Thank you ever so much, Madam Pomfrey. I shall be a very good girl," said Ginny in a saccharine sweet voice. She was fooling nobody. Pomfrey simply huffed loudly and left, but drew up the curtains around the bed as she did. "Does little Harry have any energy left in him?" Ginny asked, her hand snaking down to the front of Harry's robes.

"As long as you do all the work, Ms. Good Girl," Harry teased.

"I always do all the work," Ginny claimed, whilst manoeuvring herself to give Harry his reward for surviving the Hungarian Horntail.

"That's not true," Harry grumbled, as Ginny's fingers worked to release Harry's cock from its confines.

"Shhh," Ginny shushed him. "Just lay back and let me give you your reward, oh dragonslayer," Ginny instructed.

"Yes, my lady," smiled Harry, laying his back to rest on his pillow and closing his eyes with a smile on his face as Ginny enveloped his length with her eager mouth. "You feel heavenly," moaned Harry as Ginny began her slow worship of his cock.

Knowing he was tired, Ginny went slow, gently bobbing her head up and down on his cock. She would take a few inches slowly and then move her head back up leaving only the tip in, before repeating and taking a little bit more next time. She did this continually for several minutes, with her tongue constantly toying with his tip, until eventually her nose pressed into the hair above his crotch. Harry moaned again as he felt the delectable sensation of his entire cock being sheathed inside of Ginny's warm, wet mouth.

Ginny held his entire shaft in her mouth for over ten seconds, before slowly coming back up again, and releasing him entirely from her mouth with an exaggerated 'plop'. Then she kissed her way down his shaft, loving the way it jerked in her hand as she did. When she reached his base, she continued going, then slobbering over his balls as she jerked his cock. "Oh, God," came the moan from the head of the bed. Ginny smirked with one of his balls in her mouth, happy that she was giving her boyfriend so much pleasure. She inhaled his masculine musk, her cock throbbing in her underwear, before refocusing on his needy dick. Still jerking his length, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and gently sucked, her tongue teasing his urethra. "Oh, Ginny I think I'm gonna cum!" Harry exclaimed as he felt that familiar feeling rush through his cock. "Ginny, Ginny, fuck! Oh, Ginny!" he groaned her name loudly as he felt himself cumming. Ginny was ready for it and continued jerking his cock, aiming it into her mouth.

Harry's cock spurted hard into her mouth but she maintained her aim. She was determined to get all of it. After about the eighth rope of thick seed had filled her mouth she felt Harry's body go limp on the bed. She swirled the cum around her mouth a bit, enjoying the taste, before swallowing the whole thing.

Ginny crawled back up the bed and lay next to Harry, her face facing his. His eyelids fluttered open and his green eyes met her brown ones. "What did I do to deserve you?" he whispered quietly.

"You were just Harry," she smiled back, kissing him gently.

"You didn't get to cum," Harry stated, the offer implied in the statement.

"That's ok, you sleep now, baby. You can pay me back later," Ginny offered.

"Ok, Gin," Harry mumbled his eyes closing again. And in an instant, he was asleep. Ginny just lay there, their arms around each other, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful and she wished he could always have that satisfied look on his face. But she knew that he could not. She knew that something was coming. And she was determined to be ready for it.

The celebrations later that night in the Gryffindor common room were dramatic. It was as if they had won the Quidditch Cup. It seemed that everything had been forgiven and everyone now believed him. Why it took almost being killed by a dragon for everyone to realise that Harry did not know.

The most surprising thing however was Ron's reaction. "I think I've been a bit of a prat, mate," said Ron.

"What lead you to that conclusion?" asked Harry, not willing to let his friend off that easy.

"I'm sorry about the Hermione thing, I'm just working through some stuff at the moment," Ron explained. "I shouldn't have jumped down your throat about it, I'm sorry," he finished.

"I forgive you for that," Harry started. "Though maybe I could have been a bit more tactful," he conceded.

"And I'm sorry for not believing you about entering your name into the tournament. I reckon you'd have to be barmy to enter that," he said.

"It's ok. Just y'know believe me next time," Harry said. "And try and make up with Hermione. I don't know exactly what happened between you two, but it's not fun being in the middle of you scowling at each other."

"We'll see," said Ron vaguely. "We've got to work through some stuff."

"Well see that you do," Harry said. "And quickly if you please. I've heard there's a ball coming up."

"A ball? Like dancing and stuff?" asked Ron, sounding incredibly worried already.

"Exactly like dancing and stuff," Harry replied.

"Oh, that's just what I need. Bet all the girls are bloody excited about it," said Ron.

"They seem to be. Speaking of which," Harry drew Ron's attention to the witch currently trying to subtly get his attention.

"I'll see what she wants," muttered Ron walking off. Harry just smiled after his friend. In that department things were back to normal.

Lavender had been pining after Ron for months, not because of who Ron was per se, but simply because she knew no other way of feeling good about herself than by offering up her body. Incidentally, Ron's isolation from his two closest friends was the perfect chance for Lavender to strike. She had been slow over the previous few weeks, not making her desires known. But in the last few days she had made them ever increasingly obvious, until a couple of days before the First Task when the two had shared a kiss. It had been mostly chaste and it was quickly over. Lavender left Ron with a giggle and a strut in her step, not to mention a needy erection. Ron had simply stared after her, fantasising about what this development promised. Its potential was coming to fruition.

Ron attacked Lavender's breasts with enthusiasm. Moving from one nipple to the next, planting kisses all over the creamy flesh. Lavender moaned at the attention she was receiving. She was incredibly proud of her breasts, they were the biggest in Gryffindor, at least amongst her fellow fourth years. This was a fact she often said in her head when admiring them in a mirror.

Vain was a word that could certainly be used to describe Lavender. And there was nothing that encouraged her vanity more than a boy desperately slobbering all over her breasts. They were the focal point of male attraction and she liked it that way.

But behind her vanity lay a deep insecurity. One that reared its head in any encounter with a male, or female for that matter. That to them, whoever they happened to be, she was nothing more than a pair of breasts. It was why she 'put out' so easily, she felt the need to keep them interested. Because she thought herself as not interesting enough. She was not smart like Hermione, or sporty like the chasers, or charming like Parvati. So, she always needed to give them exactly what they wanted.

"Would you like me to suck your big cock, Ron?" she asked in her best slutty voice.

"Definitely," said Ron quickly, his cock already rock hard under his trousers. He quickly rid himself of his clothing and stood proudly, his whole seven inches on display.

Lavender quickly dropped to her knees and admired his prick. Its decent length was bolstered by a slightly above average girth. Veins spiralled up the length, coming to a head at his prominent tip that was red and angry. Lavender kissed it gently and then made her way down his shaft, feeling it twitch in her hand.

"Mhhhhm," moaned Ron, as he looked down at the brown-haired witch working on his cock. Before long Lavender had kissed every square inch of it and then moved on to taking it between her plump lips. Her mouth was experienced by this point and she knew just how to jerk the bottom half with her hand and suck the top, expelling a decent amount of saliva all over it.

Lavender's ministrations were bliss to Ron, her sloppy blowjob elicited sensations from his body that he had never quite experienced before. All he could do was groan in approval and enjoy Lavender's efforts.

Lavender for her part enjoyed giving head, she liked the sounds the recipients made and the way their cocks responded to her mouth. She only wished that she received more of them herself.

"Merlin, Lav, I'm gonna cum if you keep this up," Ron groaned as Lavender used her free hand to gently play with his balls. Encouraged, Lavender bobbed her head further and further down on Ron's cock, her throat accommodating him with ease. She had swallowed bigger in the past. "Lav if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum," he warned. Lavender pulled her mouth back and let his cock slip from between her lips.

"Don't you want to cum Won Won?" she asked, innocently.

"Yeah, eventually, but…" Ron was slightly too shy to finish his sentence.

"You want to cum in my ass," Lavender finished for him. Boys were too predictable.

"If, er that's alright," said Ron awkwardly. Although his cock had just been in her mouth, he still found it awkward to express his genuine sexual wants, particularly to witches. In a way, Ron was in a similar boat to Lavender; scared of rejection.

"Of course it is, Won Won!" exclaimed Lavender with an exaggerated enthusiasm. She did enjoy having her ass fucked, but it did seem to be the only thing guys wanted to do to her. If she was really lucky she would cum from that, if she was not so lucky the guy would finish her off unenthusiastically with her hand, or in some cases she would be left to deal with it herself. Something that was quickly becoming an impossibility.

Lavender followed Ron's example and stripped off the bottom half of her clothing, letting her erect cock spring free. She bent over the nearest desk, expecting Ron to just use a lubrication charm and be done with it. But either he did not know one or he enjoyed licking ass, for he got down on his knees behind her, spread her fleshy asscheeks and buried his face between them. "Oh, Ron," Lavender squealed in surprise; she rarely got this treatment from a boy.

Ron did know a lubrication charm but he much preferred to deliver a more personal touch. His tongue explored Lavender's hole, lapping and licking at the surface of it, before prodding forward and trying to get deeper. The tip of his marauding tongue slipped inside and he was treated to a not so bad taste. He could hear Lavender's low moans as his tongue wormed its way deeper into her ass, making sure that when it came to it his cock would slide inside her with ease. But that was not the only reason, Ron did actively enjoy performing rimjobs, a part of his submissive nature that he was wrestling with but could not escape. He convinced himself that he was simply doing Lavender a favour, being a gentleman. But any observer would know instantly that was a lie, given the eagerness to which he took to his task.

After spending several minutes with his face pressed into the mass of flesh that was Lavender's ass, Ron extricated himself from it and stood behind her. "Could you lie on the desk?" Ron asked.

"So, you can see my tits," asserted Lavender with a sigh.

"Er no, so I can play with you dick," explained Ron. "Though your tits are a bonus," he added.

"Oh," said a surprised Lavender. "Sure," she agreed, turning around and hopping up onto the desk she had just been leaning on. Ron held his dick at her entrance and then gently pushed forward. His patient penetration was unnecessary, Lavender's ass readily opened up for him and he was buried completely inside her in seconds.

"You feel so good, Lav," Ron groaned when he was completely in.

"So, do you, Won Won," said Lavender, her hands massaging her full breasts. Ron spat in his right hand and gripped Lavender's cock firmly. He used the spit to gently jerk her off as he began to thrust in and out of her. "That feels nice," Lavender commented, as Ron's gentle jerking motion combined exquisitely with his firm thrusting.

A surge of confidence at the genuine compliment, Ron used his free hand to hold Lavender at the waist and used it as leverage to pound into her harder. His gentle toying with her cock quickly escalated into a frenzied handjob, mirroring his powerful thrusting. "Oh, oh, oh!" Lavender moaned loudly as her sensitive prostate got repeatedly triggered by Ron's shaft, sending powerful jolts of pleasure through to her cock, which itself was being wonderfully massaged by Ron's hand.

Both of them began to near their respective peaks after several minutes of their passionate rutting. Lavender went first, Ron's hand causing her to fly over the edge and paint her chest with cum. A strand even ended up on her chin. Lavender's explosive orgasm made Ron cum in turn. Her clutching ass milking the jizz from his cock. Ron's muscles spasmed and his mind went blank as pleasure took over. And then he came crashing back to earth and collapsed forward onto Lavender, the two exchanging a heated kiss. "That was so hot!" exclaimed Lavender, having just experienced her most powerful orgasm in a while.

"It was," said Ron, not quite so enthusiastically. It was only then, as his orgasm subsided and his mental faculties took back control that he came to the conclusion that a large part of him had already come to. Though the sex he just had was incredible and he had no complaints. He knew, and finally in that post-orgasm clarity accepted, that he preferred being on the other side of a fuck. Making Lavender moan and squeal had in a weird sense brought him more enjoyment than his own blissful release. And Hermione's thick cock in his ass and the humiliating words that she had thrown at him the other week made him cum harder than Lavender's ass. He was a bottom by nature. That did not mean that he would never fuck another witch's ass again, he enjoyed the particular sensations of having a tight ass spasming around his cock. But it did mean that the role in the bedroom that he and Hermione had naturally took was his preferred one. This made him no less of a man. It took fucking a witch himself to see that.

"I don't know why you're not more popular with the ladies, Won Won," commented Lavender. And that comment sealed the deal.

"Maybe you could put in a good word for me," he smirked.

"Oh, I'll do more than that," laughed a very contented Lavender. "Soon they'll be queuing for some Ronald Weasley meat," she joked.

The idea both excited and terrified Ron.

In the depths of the school far away from the extravagant party being thrown in the Gryffindor common room, a seedier sort of debauchery was occurring.

Pansy was sat on a chair in the Slytherin common room, completely naked and her legs spread. It was way past midnight and everyone else was asleep, everyone but two other people. On the sofa opposite Pansy sat Daphne Greengrass, furiously pumping away at her cock, her eyes completely focused on the sight before her.

Said sight involved the second person in question. Astoria Greengrass, a miniature version of her sister was also sitting. But she was sitting on Pansy's cock, bouncing up and down as she did, her small breasts barely moving as she moved and her rounded ass rippling slightly at the repeated impacts. Her blue eyes gazed into Pansy's brown ones, expressing only pleasure as she moaned loudly. "You love bouncing on my big cock, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," said the younger girl in a sweet voice.

"And you love getting off to gifting your sister to me, don't you?" Pansy taunted. The taunt only made Daphne move her hand faster.

"Yes, mistress!" she loudly declared. Since the day in the bathroom when Pansy had first taken Daphne the two had been rutting like rabbits. At least twice a day either Pansy would drag Daphne into an empty classroom and ruthlessly fuck her into oblivion or Daphne would find Pansy and present herself to her mistress. The descent into submission massively turned Daphne on. The fact that everyone else still saw her as the Ice Princess of Slytherin and she herself still sauntered around school looking down at everybody, made the fact that she spent much of her spare time getting reamed, that much hotter for both Daphne and Pansy.

Pansy was in heaven. She now had three sluts that she could fuck whenever she wanted. Although Draco was not as eager as Daphne or as Astoria was turning out to be, he always relented and spread his surprisingly juicy cheeks for her. But Astoria was, in Pansy's view, the best of the three. The way she had eagerly taken Pansy's cock down her throat, devouring it with skill and enthusiasm, showed that she was certainly a born cockslut. Additionally, the way she was now bouncing on Pansy's cock, energetically and with a pleasured grin smattered across her pretty features was further evidence of her natural inclinations.

Pansy could also not get enough of Astoria's undeveloped cocklet, that was currently dribbling pre-cum all over her stomach. It was adorable and fit Astoria's slight and youthful frame perfectly.

As much as Pansy was enjoying watching the eager girl bounce up and down on her cock, she had a slightly more domineering idea in mind. "Put your arms around my neck, slut," Pansy instructed Astoria. Astoria did so immediately, curious as to what her new mistress was planning. Pansy wrapped her arms around the small girl's midriff and then stood up, now holding the girl suspended in the air. Pansy, after making sure Astoria's arms were firmly around her neck, shifted her hands to the blonde's ass, getting a solid grip and then lifting it back, before slamming it down on her cock.

"Meeeeeerlin!" squealed Astoria loudly, then burying her face in Pansy's shoulder as the older girl repeated the action.

Daphne jerked her cock even faster, feeling it twitch in her hand at the sight of her little sister being slammed up and down on Pansy's cock and clearly loving it.

"Your tight ass feels so fucking good on my big cock!" exclaimed Pansy through gritted teeth as she continued to slam Astoria's body onto her cock. Only the numerous silencing charms that she had placed around the room stopped her exclamations and Astoria's loud squeals, yelps and screams from reaching the ears of their fellow housemates. It was a challenge for Pansy to keep hold of Astoria, she was heavier than she looked and the pleasure coursing through her cock was one almighty distraction. But she was determined to persevere. As was the job of a mistress.

Astoria herself was not used to such treatment. Daphne had taken her anal virginity only the previous summer and it had been incredible. Since then Daphne had fucked her thoroughly and hard on multiple occasions, but not like this. Astoria loved the new experience an awful lot. She had no issue with her older sister 'gifting' her to Pansy as she had done. In fact, Daphne had humiliated her with such promises several times during sex. It had grown into a fantasy for the young Slytherin, to be passed around like a common whore, her holes to be used purely for someone else's pleasure. The fantasy excited her and the reality certainly did; as was proven when Astoria screamed out Pansy's name one last time and exploded all over Pansy. Her little cocklet releasing a surprising amount of cum over Pansy's stomach as the brunette continued to slam her down onto her waiting shaft. "Fuck, your ass is gripping me so hard!" Pansy exclaimed as Astoria's powerful orgasm had an effect on her too.

Arms beginning to tire, Pansy walked over to where Daphne was sitting and let the young blonde down gently, so that her head was cradled in Daphne's lap, her back laying against her sister's legs, with her ass hanging off past her bent knees. Pansy continued to slam into Astoria as the two sisters stared at each other with loving eyes. Daphne bent down and kissed her sister fiercely, holding her steady for Pansy to hammer her.

Watching the two blonde beauties make out in front of her was the last straw for Pansy who came hard inside of the younger of the pair, growling as she did so. The contents of her balls were pumped into Astoria's tight ass via her throbbing cock. And when her balls were empty Pansy gently slid her length from inside Astoria, admiring the girl's gaped ass when she did.

Collapsing back into the chair that she had been sitting on with a satisfied sigh, Pansy admired the two sisters' stunning forms as they continued to kiss. "Why don't you two sixty-nine, Daphne you can eat my cum out of your sister's ass and Astoria you can make your slutty sister cum down your throat," Pansy suggested, or more ordered, even if it was wrapped up in suggestive language.

"Yes, Mistress," said Daphne, helping her still dazed sister up before lying down on the floor. Astoria, slowly coming back to her senses, manoeuvred herself so that her ass was over Daphne's head and her mouth was over her cock.

"That's hot," said Pansy as she watched the sisters perform for her pleasure. It took very little time for either of the sisters to complete their respective tasks. Both of their mouths worked eagerly towards their goal.

Once Daphne had swallowed all of Pansy's cum from Astoria's ass and Astoria had eaten all of Daphne's seed the two crawled over to Pansy and cleaned her cock for her.

Pansy smiled down at the two blonde heads between her legs, taking turns in cleaning and worshipping her cock. It was perfect. Well, almost. The thing that would have made the image perfect in Pansy's mind was the presence of Hermione Granger. And with that thought Pansy's eyes turned ablaze with lust. She was convinced it would happen. And she wanted it soon.

Author's Note: For some reason I had trouble proofreading this one, so I hope that there are not too many mistakes.

A bit of a shorter chapter, sorry about that. Next week's is longer, and not long until the Yule Ball now ;)

Also, the events of this story will basically follow canon, in terms of the tasks and a certain someone's return. The sequel, which I am currently writing at an excruciatingly slow pace, is where stuff starts to go a bit awol.

So, Ron acts with some agency! And Lavender will feature quite heavily soon, she just sort of wrote herself in, I'm still not really sure how lmao.

As always guess the artist behind the chapter title.

And have a good weekend ;)