October '97, Part II

Theadora Nott was just on her way to the secret storage room where she was hiding her slowly simmering potion experiment, when she got the niggling feeling that she was being followed.

It wasn't the first time. She had the same feeling frequently over the past few days, almost like a constant itch at the back of her neck. But this time it was different; she was sure she heard the tapping of quiet footsteps, somewhere behind her.

She came to a halt and turned her head back, but the corridor was completely deserted. Her ears strained, but didn't pick up any sound. She exhaled heavily to calm her strongly beating chest and continued on her way.

But as she reached the end of the corridor, she heard it again. This time, she decided not to give herself away, and merely cast a spell to silence her own footsteps. She kept walking with bated breath, and now she could hear it quite clearly. Someone was behind her. She turned around with a furious expression, her wand pointing forward and a spell on her lips, then suddenly froze.

It wasn't someone. It was something. Her wide-eyed gaze met fearless, glowing emerald eyes, fixed much lower than she expected, on the head of a huge, lean, grey-black wolf.

It bared its teeth at her in an unmistakable gesture, and Thea finally came out of her shock. She cast a fireball in the beast's direction before promptly turning around and running away.

She didn't dare look back to see if her spell met its mark, but among the loud sound of her huffing – Thea was not used to physical exercise, and couldn't recall the last time she ran – she was sure she heard grunts and growls.

The section of the castle where she hid her potion experiments was, by design, remote, and very few ever came there, other than the caretaker. Panic crept inside her knowing that no one would provide help against the wild animal, and she surely couldn't outrun it. She had to try and hit it again.

Barely believing what she was about to do, she stopped and turned around, her wand weaving spirals through the air to conjure a pack of hornets. Let's see the wolf hunt that!

To her surprise, the wolf was still quite far away from her, and stopped when he saw what she conjured. She smiled triumphantly and turned around, running for dear life, though by now she had no idea where she was heading.

As she stormed through the hallway, she couldn't hear any sign of the wolf, so when she finally reached an intersection, she stopped abruptly to breathe before trying to figure out where she was, and which direction to go.

Big mistake.

Somehow, the wolf got there first. He was standing on all fours just a few meters from her, calm and silent, with no sign that he was ever affected by her hornets. Thea let out a squeak of horror before waving her wand again and yelling "Incendio!"

This time, she practically bathed the hallway in a wall of fire, and didn't wait before turning left and resuming her flight.

There was a pressing pain in the side of her stomach, but she paid it no mind, just kept running, running, running. Only when she was back in familiar territory she stopped again.

Wasn't I here already?

But when she turned that same intersection, holding her stomach and out of breath, she came face to face with someone that was decidedly not a wolf.

"Oh, thank god, you have to help me—"

Then she realized whom she was talking to. His eyes were shining emerald, just like the wolf's, and his mouth was set in that bestial, predatory grin.

"Hello, Thea," Harry Potter said.


While Harry's first instinct was to rip out the eyes from the person who jinxed his broom and caused him to be hit by a bludger, the discovery that it was Thea Nott who did it changed his attitude.

He had been curious for a while why the strange, mousy girl seemed to dislike him. She usually kept it to the realm of harsh glares, or to supporting Malfoy – before he tamed that bitch – and he was content to ignore her, thinking that his counterpart had likely just insulted her in the past. But then she upped her game and actually jinxed his broom, and all of a sudden, he was committed to figuring the girl out.

For several days, he just spied on her; watched her glaring at him, used the Marauder's Map to learn where she usually spent her time, and occasionally followed her under his invisibility cloak. Though she trailed Malfoy between classes, she in fact spent most of her time alone, in the library, in her dorm, or brewing potions at a remote storage room. This gave him an opportunity to corner her without anyone around. Today, he had struck gold, and was able to tail her when she ventured into that remote part of the castle.

There was a peculiar intersection nearby, one that always returned you to the same spot, no matter which path you chose. Harry imagined it was something Salazar would come up with as a trap for invaders, and today, he decided to utilize it in order to give Thea a little scare. He transformed into his wolf form, chased her to the spot, and bared his teeth at her, sending her running like a frightened gazelle.

Apparently unaware of this particular section's quirk, she ran back to him in less than a minute, and conjured hornets to attack him, before turning on her heel. He transformed back, vanished the hornets, and transformed again just in time for her to run into him once more, hair frazzled and huffing loudly. She put up a wall of fire between them and tried to take a different path, and he transformed again to vanish the fire, but this time, kept to his human form, tired of the transformation.

The look of terror and dismay she gave him as she realized whom she was asking for help was beyond intoxicating.

"Hello, Thea," he smiled.

"P-P-Potter…" she said, out of breath, and turned to look behind her for a second. "There's a wolf in here, you have to help me…" she looked up at him pleadingly.

"Really, a wolf?" he raised his brows with amusement and looked behind her. "And you, a pureblood witch of age, could not handle a simple beast like that?"

Several emotions flicked inside her eyes in less than a second, before she went forward and tried to get past him. Harry merely sidestepped into her path, making her stop half a meter away.

"Look, you don't understand," she said frantically, smoothing back wisps of hair that got out of her ponytail. "It's a magical wolf, or, or a Grim, or something, it's dangerous—"

"The moon isn't even close to full, and Grims aren't real," he said in a bored tone.

"It doesn't matter! We have to go!" she yelled, trying to get past him again, but he once more stepped into her path, arms spread wide, and collided with her. She flinched back an inch as they touched, but stayed on the spot, staring at him with dread.

"I'm afraid not. There are some things we need to clear out first," he said, enjoying the sight of her body shrinking in on itself. "And besides, a wolf isn't what you should be scared of when I'm around."

Her mouth hung open with incomprehension. "W-What do you mean?"

"Oh, I was just wondering what reason you had to jinx me during the match," he smiled tightly.

Her big dark eyes flitted to her sides before she made a motion to raise her wand, a spell on her lips, but Harry caught it, wrestled it out of her hand with ease, and threw it far behind him.

"None of that," he tutted at the dismayed witch. "We're going to have a civilized conversation, you and me. You can't jinx your way out of this."

She trembled a little as she exhaled and shut her eyes. When she opened them again, they were full of pure hatred.

"You know exactly why, Potter. You deserve it, and so much more!" she spat.

"Pretend I have been Obliviated, then, and explain."

She huffed and stomped her boot. "Agatha Nott! Does that ring a bell?!"

"Agatha, Agatha…" Harry placed a finger on his chin and looked around idly as the girl seethed at him, her cheeks flushed and breath hot. "It does sound familiar… where do I know that name from…"

"From Ollivander's, idiot! In July!" Thea said. "She was my mother! You—You killed my mother!"

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed in surprise. "I'm so sorry! I might have not recognized your mother in her Death Eater regalia, when she was trying to curse and kidnap a famous wandmaker!"

"You-You shouldn't have intervened!" she said. "You could have just left! It's all your fault!"

"My fault that there's one less Death Eater in the world?" Harry asked. "You say it like it's a bad thing."

Thea stomped on the floor. "She was my only family! I don't have anyone else left now!" the pale girl cried, baring her teeth at him. "And the Dark Lady expects me to fill her place, so the number stays even!" she choked a bit as she said it.

Harry gave a little smile. "So little Thea isn't so big on torturing mudbloods when it's she who has to do it, huh?"

Thea sneered angrily, apparently regaining her courage. "Watch yourself, Potter. You know who's in charge now. I can get you sent to be tortured by Selwyn as a demonstration to first years. I can finish your bloodline for what you did!"

"Oh yeah?" Harry quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah!"

"Well, in that case," Harry took the Elder Wand out and raised it while he closed the small distance between them. "I guess I'll have to finish your bloodline first."

In less than a second her face had gone even paler than it normally was. She eyed the Elder Wand, which was emitting black sparks, with unconcealed terror. "Y-You wouldn't dare…"

"Why not?" he asked coldly, now standing just an inch from her and staring her down. It was just so fun to break those Slytherin witches, and inside he felt utterly drunk on the power. "I've already killed your mother, didn't I? What do I have to lose? If you intend to have Selwyn torture me into insanity like the Longbottoms, I rather go out with a bang, you know?"

She blushed and looked down, trembling. "I… I didn't mean…" she mumbled. "You killed my mother… she was the only one I had…"

"Mhm. Or maybe…" he stretched his left hand and held her chin, angling it upwards to look at him, taking in her wide-eyed look and flushed face. "Maybe you'd like to perpetuate my bloodline, instead?"

She raised her brows high. "W-What?"

Harry's hand slid up and cupped her cheek, which felt hot and moist. She didn't make any move to stop him or get away. "I know what it's like, Thea. To have no one. I lost my own parents to your side, if you don't remember."

"Y-You have a sister," Thea stuttered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"True," Harry said, wiping her tears from the corner of her eyes with a finger. "But there are certain things you can't do with a sister. Do you know what I mean? You don't have to be alone. We can help each other…"

"I-I…" she stuttered, looking down and away from his intense gaze.

Harry snaked his hand behind her back and pulled her into him, enjoying the feeling of her soft little body pressing against him, as she buried her face in his chest and sobbed. Now that he saw what the girl truly hid underneath the nasty surface, he thought it would be much more… pleasurable… to turn her angst to his advantage.

He stroke her hair softly then hugged her, and she in response just clung to him tighter. He let her regain her breath for a while before releasing his hold and speaking again.

"I'm sorry that your mother is dead, Thea. I didn't mean for it. I was duelling Lestrange. She was just hit by a stray curse," he said soothingly, as if talking to a little child. "But let me make it up to you. Let me be there for you. I can protect you from the Dark Lady."

"You can't… nobody can hide from her…" she mumbled, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"Vance and her friends can. The Order of the Phoenix can, and I happen to know them," he said, rubbing her shoulder slowly, and then planted a kiss over her cheek that finally made her look up at him in a daze. "Just stop trying to jinx me, and I'll show you what great friends we can be."

"You... you're just making fun of me, aren't you?" suspicion crept into her eyes. "Why would you care?"

"Because I wronged you. And because I think you're cute," Harry said, not quite lying, and cupped her cheek. "Let me show you how serious I am."

Slowly, he parted his lips, leaned his face down, and gently forced his way into her warm little mouth. At first she stayed still, but after he began tugging on her lips, he felt her melting into his kiss and recuperating. She tasted sweet and hot, but the taste of power was even better. When he was about to withdraw his mouth back, it was her who leaned her head up and refused to let go of his lips. He let the kiss continue, relishing in her desperate hunger, until her mouth finally let go and slid down.

"That felt nice, didn't it?" he asked, rubbing her cheek.

She nodded gently and buried her face in his chest again.

Harry kissed the head of his new pet.


She kept sending him glares during classes the next day, but the anger that was previously present in them turned into hunger. He told her to keep it secret, because the Death Eaters wouldn't like it if they knew they were colluding, but that didn't seem to deter her so much. The fact that Danica Malfoy also liked to turn her gaze to him once in a while meant the pair wasn't being very discreet, but Harry fended off any questions from Mark, telling him that they were just pissed off because he humiliated them. He didn't want Ella to think he was associating with Death Eaters.

He sent Thea a note to meet at five o'clock, at the same place they did yesterday, and waited there under his invisibility cloak. When she finally arrived, she seemed on edge, keeping her head down and glancing to all sides. Perhaps she was scared to meet the wolf again – he never did give her an explanation for that.

Since she proved to be so malleable under terror, and was so much fun to play with, Harry decided to make their meeting memorable. He didn't want girls to think he was boring, after all. Using a few basic charms, he began slightly moving little objects around, creaking doors open, and making the windows tremble, which resulted in the flickering of the flames inside the torches that lit the dim hallway.

The effect was perhaps a bit too much for her, since she just bolted and ran – this time not into the tricky hallway. Harry followed, having a pretty good idea where she was headed. When he stalked her in preparation for their confrontation, he had seen her experimenting with potion brewing inside some old storage room, and indeed, that's where her feet led her again.

There was a potion he didn't recognize simmering on a tiny flame, and he kept invisible, watching as the girl took her bag off, breathed deeply, and began testing her potion by pouring it into vials and then mixing those with other ingredients. The process seemed to be relaxing for her, since after five minutes, she was completely engulfed in her work, her body at ease, and didn't notice when he took off his invisibility cloak, put it on top of a shelf, and grabbed her waist.

"Hello, pumpkin."

She gave a sudden squeak, jolted, and turned around, sending two vials flying in the air, and staining her robes, something she didn't seem to even notice.

"Harry! You scared me!" she said, voice lowering down from a shout into a whisper.

"I seem to have a talent for that, don't I?" Harry smiled down at her cheekily.

She huffed and punched his chest weakly. "Don't ever do that again! Look at my robes!" she pointed at the potion stains.

"Well, sorry, but I can't help it that you're just so cute when you're scared," Harry said, taking hold of her shoulder lightly and leaning down to kiss her. She stood on the top of her toes and grabbed his robe as she reached back, welcoming his mouth with hunger. It was this quality that Harry enjoyed most about her, that desperate need that overrode her shyness and made her cling to him so quickly. He could feel the wild emotions rolling off of her like waves, and how dazed she became from his treatment.

But he couldn't let her be fulfilled before he had his fun. He broke the kiss off forcefully and stepped back slightly when she tried to hold on to it. "So, does that make it up for my jumpscare?"

She nodded, her face already growing quite vacant. "Just… just let's meet at some other place next time, okay?"

"Sure, if it makes little Thea so jittery," he grinned.

She huffed and fixed him with an expectant stare. "So… you told me to meet you. Do you have… anything planned?"

"Sure I do," Harry said. "After all, you still need to make it up for me."

"Make what up to you?"

"Jinx, broom, getting bludgered, remember? Did you ever experience a big, fast shooting iron ball crushing your ribs, Thea?"

She winced and looked down. "So how do I do that?"

"Mmm, you'll see. Let's just get you cleaned off first, shall we?"

She took her wand and mumbled a Scourgify, but Harry had other plans.

"No, none of that. That potion may have harmed your delicate skin. You need proper cleaning," he said, handing her bag to her.

"But… how?"

"There's an old, disused staff chamber not far from here," he said, silently summoning his cloak. "Let's go."

He didn't wait for her to follow before stepping forward, and smiled as she ran to catch up with his pace. "You mean…"

"Trust me, Thea," he said, slinging a hand over her waist.

Just to scare her a bit more, he looped once through the tricky hallway, before heading to their destination.

"What were you doing here yesterday, anyway?" Thea asked, glancing around as they moved past the hallway.

"Me? Why, I had little Red Riding Hood to save from the big bad wolf," Harry smiled, wondering if the reference would fly over her pureblood head. "Ah, here we are. Pearl Dust," he said, allowing them to pass through a wide mirror into a dully furnished living quarter, where candles flared to life as they entered.

"This is nice…" Thea mumbled, glancing around the dim chamber. "Maybe I could brew in here instead…"

"There are a number of secret hideouts in this castle that are more inviting than a storage room," Harry said. "I can show you."

Thea nodded, still looking around awkwardly. "So…"

"So, before that, you have to show me something in exchange," Harry said, taking a seat on an old wooden chair.

"Show you… what?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"Yourself, dummy," Harry said, fixing his eyes on hers. "How else are we going to get you clean?"

"But…" she said hesitatingly.

"Don't be shy, Thea. You're a grown woman. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"And you won't…"

"I'll never judge you, pumpkin. I just want to get to know you deeper. But, if it will make you more comfortable, here, I'll start," he said, calmly unbuttoning his robe and then his shirt while keeping a small, steady grin on his lips. "See? Nothing to be scared of. Just our bodies."

She nodded meekly and looked down on herself before she started following his example, though much more slowly. Harry had patience, and enjoyed every bit of her hesitance. He was making her his in a way that was complete opposite to what he did to Danica, but was just as satisfying, if not more – the challenge, the need for further subtlety, and the willingness of his new doll truly made it satisfying.

Thea, meanwhile, was just happy that an attractive boy was finally showing interest in her. She was afraid that she was going to graduate a virgin, then just isolate herself in her crumbling old house as usual, and never get a chance to experience what all the other girls around her did. But that fear seemed unfounded now… she just hoped the sight of her body wouldn't disappoint him…

Harry didn't find her body especially attractive; it was neither skinny nor fat; not quite flat, yet lacking pronounced curves. Her small tits and little ass were covered by basic, white cotton underwear that almost seemed a shade darker than her pale skin. Still, there was nothing wrong with her, no moles or little defects or discoloration – though it would be hard to tell in the dim lightning, anyway. In fact, he found her body quite cute in how non-assumptive it was – just like the rest of her, it was modest and ordinary, yet satisfactory. He'd enjoy running his hands over it.

"Well, that's a cute little body you have, Thea," he said, eliciting a shy smile from her, and got up. "A girl like you shouldn't be alone. You deserve more."

He stood in front of her, keeping his eyes locked with hers, and reached a hand behind her head to pull her ponytail loose. Her hair, now lank and shapeless, fell beyond her shoulder, and Harry swept his fingers through the locks, stroking it repeatedly, until he moved his hand to her pronounced shoulder blade, caressing it softly. She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning towards him, and Harry took the opportunity to snake another hand around her, and unfasten her bra.

Her big dark eyes opened in alarm, but he laid a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Relax, Thea. You're beautiful."

She nodded and watched him, her mouth slightly agape, as he caressed her shoulders and slowly slid down the straps of her bra down her arms, letting it fall to the floor, and revealing her cute little tits with their small red nipples. He gently stroke the hardened tip of one, before he continued to lower his finger down her goosebump-covered belly – making her shiver noticeably – and reached for the plain cotton panties.

She drew her legs closer as he took hold of the band and began pulling it down, her feet angled inwards. Harry caught a hint of her womanly smell as her dense, black pubic hair was revealed, but didn't let his eyes linger on it as her panties came down over her feet.

He stood up and reached a hand to his own pants, unbuttoning and quickly getting rid of his pants and boxers, something that immediately drew her stare to his semi-erect cock.

"Let's get you nice and wet, shall we?" he said. Thea nodded mutely.

He took her hand and led her to the shower, where he turned on the warm water. "Come in, Thea, the water's nice," he said, pulling her closer to him, under the stream. She opened her mouth as the water washed over her head, making her hair stick to her face messily, and Harry used his fingers to sweep the heavy strands out of her eyes.

The unusual sight of the wet, naked girl in the candle-lit shower, with her messy wet hair and drenched body, somehow made her appear so much sexier. Her eyes never left his face. He grabbed her slippery waist gently and pulled her in to a warm kiss.

As before, she showed much more passion and initiative during their physical exchange, her hands rubbing his chest lovingly. The feeling of her wet, warm little body in his arms made his cock stiffen and rise, until it rubbed against her stomach, and her eyes fell to it.

"You look so sexy like that," he whispered to her, caressing her smooth back.

"I… you too," she said in embarrassment. Then, "Did… did you plan all this?"

"Of course," Harry smiled as if it was obvious. "I kept thinking about it, the entire day, whenever I saw you in class. I want you so bad," he said. And he did.

"I…" she hesitated as he lay his hands over her tender ass cheeks. "It's all just a game to you, isn't it?"

"That's an interesting way to put it," Harry said, kissing her delicate neck, which made her raise her head and shiver. "You're really just so fun to play with. I guess that would make it a sort of game. But don't worry," he leaned down to kiss her chest and suck on her nipples. "I take good care of my toys."

He absolutely loved claiming the cute body of this nervous girl, make her moan in surprise when he found a particularly sensitive spot to kiss or caress. She was afraid to show it, but he knew she was willing, that she wanted it just as much as he did. He remembered his own awkward early interactions with the fair sex and how he was never sure what to do, so now he decided to just take control and show the girl how it was done, until she got comfortable enough.

As his mouth finally reached down to her hairy crotch, he suddenly rose and paced backwards, chuckling inwardly at the confused look on Thea's face. He summoned a razor – a magical one that Stella gifted him for his seventeenth birthday - out of his bag, and returned to kneel down in front of her.

"Don't worry – it's quite safe," he said at her alarmed look.

"Do—Do you prefer it… hairless?" she asked.

"I want to taste your little pussy, and all that hair stands in my way," he said. "I suppose a landing strip or a close trim are also okay, if you're very shy – but I want to be able to see your lips clearly."

She nodded, standing still, as he began to slowly remove her pubic hair, the soothing taps of the falling water making him feel particularly lucid. He raised his head from time to time and smiled at her, as her organ was slowly revealed to him. Her lips were thin but shiny with water, tight and smooth.

"See, Thea? There's nothing to hide," he said, sliding a finger along its length, making her gasp and shudder. He started sweeping his mouth around the area, kissing the smooth sensitive skin of her thighs and crotch, his hands grabbing her shaky legs. Once she seemed to have gotten comfortable with the idea, he went all in to rub her clit with his tongue.

"Ah… oh… mmmmm," he heard her groaning, satisfied as he ate her cute pussy, and felt her juices starting to drop down, coating her lips in a lush and scented substance. Her legs squirmed in his arms, and he held them tighter as he began to attack her opening more aggressively, inserting the tip of his tongue through her slit.

"Ough, yes, ah, ah… oh, so good…"

"I take it you enjoy being my plaything?" he pulled back and smiled at her.

"Yes, yes! Just… don't stop! Mhmmm," she moaned, apparently too preoccupied to understand what he just asked. She will recall it later and feel slightly embarrassed, but not as awkward as she would be had she realized it at the moment.

Harry stood up and began finger fucking her while he sucked on her tits, biting her nipples to make her squeak and gasp. Her body was shaking from how hard his fingers were hitting her inside. She was becoming his more and more with every moment of pleasure, every affirmation and compliment. Loving him, wanting him, depending on him – and no one else.

"Do you like it, Thea?"

"Yes! Yes, it's – oh – so good!" she bit.

He took his fingers out of her pussy, stood up, and brought them into her mouth. She sucked them for a second, her eyes closed, before realizing what was happening. Harry took his fingers out and turned off the water.

"Harry – what are you doing? Why did you stop?"

"Well, I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself, but don't you think I deserve to have some fun, too?" he asked.

"I – err, yes, but…"

Harry placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. "I want you, Thea. All the way. It's only fair, isn't it?"

"Err…"

The Elder Wand flew into Harry's hand. He tapped it on her chest, muttering a Feather-Light charm. "This should make things easier," he said, placing the wand on a dry shelf.

"Are we…" she asked, biting her lip.

"You don't want to?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"No! I mean, yes, yes, I-I want it."

"You don't know how happy I am to hear those words coming out of your mouth," Harry smiled fully, grabbing her ass cheeks and lifting her now light-weight form quite easily on top of himself. Her eyes widened in wonder and she grabbed his shoulders while wrapping her legs around his waist.

"I-I've never done it before…" she said.

"Don't worry. We'll go slowly. There's no need to rush."

His cock was wet and fully erect as it grazed her lower lips, and she shut her eyes, taking a large breath. He gently rubbed it against her clit, smiling at the soft sounds that left her mouth, before slowly using his shaft to pry over her lower lips, and inserting it.

"Ohhhh…"

"Yeah…" Harry said idly in response to her groan. She was extremely tight and he almost felt like he was stretching her as he fought to bring his organ deeper into her. It felt divine, like opening a present on Christmas day, except a thousand times better. Her sleek inner walls wrapped themselves around him as he bore into her depths, the supple tissue holding on to him, just as her hands wrapped around his neck and her chest clung to his torso.

"God, Thea, you feel so good…"

"Yes… ahhh… I do…"

He began raising and lowering her slowly on his organ, each time going a little deeper. He felt her hard nipples rub against his chest every time he brought her closer, and her hands behind his neck made an effort to push him into her. It was a much gentler sex than he was used to having – almost nostalgic in its tenderness – but Harry was fine with it. Variety was the spice of life, after all, and what's better than having a variety of different fuckdolls at his back and call?

"Oh… I can't believe I'm doing this…" Thea mumbled into his shoulder.

"We're going to do so much more, pumpkin," he said into her ear, sending her into shivers. Her neck was full of goosebumps which he kissed tenderly, and he felt her completely melting into him.

"I… I… Oh… Harry, yes, yes…"

He didn't want to go too hard on her the first time, so he kept his pumping tender, only increasing the pace a little bit more as fervent heat filled his chest and rose up his neck.

"Ah, ah, ah…"

Her sleek, wet little body glided smoothly in his arms, and he enjoyed rubbing every inch of her soft flesh, while struggling not to lose hold of her wet form. The heat in his chest rose along with his heartbeats and he brought her closer until she completely adhered to his body, the all-encompassing touch letting him feel every little piece of her smooth, goose-bumped skin.

"You're mine, Thea…"

He shut his eyes and focused on the warm sensation of her touch, on every point where their bodies met, before he hissed and released his seed all inside of her wet, heated pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh…" she moaned in his ear, and his lips twisted into a soft, content smile. It felt divine to arouse such a reaction from the cute girl, to bind herself to him with an act of pleasure, to be her everything. She clung to his body long afterwards, still wrapping her hands and legs around it.

His success became very apparent in just a matter of days after her deflowering. Unlike Danica Malfoy, who was reverent and compliant, but still emotionally distant, his new pet seemed to completely forget any animosity she held for him in the past, her previous angry fixation turning to loving obsession. She could barely keep her eyes away from him during classes, and sought him out whenever he was alone, always kissing him forcefully like she was afraid he might suddenly disappear.

With one act of kindness and terror, he had made her completely emotionally dependent on him.

Harry understood, a little too well; she led a lonely and estranged existence, and was starved of love and affection, just as he once was. Her Death Eater, single mother wasn't even that close to her, yet Thea still clung to her memory much as Harry did to fantasies of his parents, or to Sirius. But that was all in the past. Now she was completely his, in every way.

Maybe he wouldn't have to keep forcing himself on women, after all.