"Goodbye Trixie, Willy, Doy, Elink, Notty, I'll see you all on June 30th."

"Goodbye Master Peverell, we will be waiting for your return!"

He looked back one last time at his new home. A week ago he would've never thought he'd be living in a manor big enough to house a quarter of the camp and now look; he was now the lord of house Peverell.

Smiling, with an audible pop he disappeared from the property grounds and reappeared in King's Cross Station. He was still new to the whole magic ordeal so instead of the casual landing he instead crashed onto the marble floor with a thud.

"Bloody hell that hurt," he groaned before standing up to pat himself down.

Luckily the area he appeared was barren from any human interaction probably due to it being a bit too early for the masses. Sighing he looked around just in case and found that he was indeed hidden from any watchful eyes - at least there was that.

Finally getting his barrings he began his journey to find platform nine and three-quarters. Trixie had mentioned that the 'supposed' entrance was a wall that wizards and witches could enter through and so that was what he was going to find. If it were an hour or two ahead he would've looked like a fool who was groping the walls and he was jolly happy that he wasn't.

Just as he was about to lose hope his hand slipped into some sort of invisible barrier - like the one at camp - and proceeded to fall directly into it landing on his stomach this time around. It wasn't any better as the wind was knocked out of him; so after spending a minute just accepting his fate he got back up for the second time that day and went to sit on a nearby bench.

Just as he finished setting all his supplies he caught sight of the train that was going to drop him off at the prestigious school. A bright ruby slick body with gold linings along the many windows coated with an onyx black coat at the front where the engine was located. The train was old albeit it wasn't for him to judge seeing as he'd only been on one before and that was years ago.

Now, a downside to being early was that there was no one there except for a few early risers like him, and even that only accounted for six people; two families and two individuals who looked to be by themselves and certainly not in need of any other companions from the look they were giving him. So with a sigh, he decided to simply read, yes you heard him right; he was going to read.

In another time and place, he would've forgone reading and trained in the arena back in camp or taken a run around the lake, hell, he would sometimes head to the Arts & Crafts center. But that wasn't the case anymore so here he was reading "A Hogwarts History" which was surprisingly a decent read.

He wasn't reading for long - well it certainly didn't feel like it - but soon enough he noticed the station slowly being filled more and more as students and their families arrived. Quickly stuffing the book back inside his trunk he got on the train as soon as he saw the conductor wave for the first occupant to come in. He was third to get in and quickly went to find a cabin, not that there was any need to rush but sitting on the hard bench made him quite sore and he needed a way to relieve the pain; the comfy, soft couches were the ones to do the trick.

After taking a few seconds to relish in the pleasure of relieving his 'backside' he stuffed his luggage onto the top rails that served as storage. His stuff by now was tucked safely where it belonged for the rest of the trip so he had nothing to do except gawk outside at the different events that were occurring.

Someone or something had released what seemed to be a bunch of fire-breathing paper dragons. The little flying reptiles were soaring through the air like they owned the place and in a way they did. Although, it didn't help that a few wizards were trying to get small pints of flames off.

Laughing at the sight he saw a bunch of students in different jerseys carrying what appeared to be broomsticks. The sight was hilarious nonetheless and if it weren't for Notty's long speech about insulting quidditch he would've died laughing there and then be found at the mercy of the players; some of which were quite fit and he meant the girls. One, in particular, caught his eye. She was carrying a trunk in one hand and a broomstick in the other but she pulled it off seamlessly like she had all the strength in the world. Not to mention the way her brown hair that was pulled into a messy ponytail swayed with each step; that wasn't all though soon enough he found himself straying from the innocent thought until he heard the door to the compartment open.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" the owner of the voice said.

"Not at all," he smiled, earning a smile back himself.

"Perseus Mari Peverell, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance miss…"

"Davies, Tracey Davies," she smiled once more and took his hand.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady such as yourself," he brushed his lips on the back of her knuckles not quite committing to physical contact; such as the way for pureblood customs according to Elink. Elink had told him the night before all about pureblood customs having served two generations of his family and now going for a third with him.

She blushed a light pink before returning the compliment - without the last part of course. They stroked up a normal conversation, Tracey talking about her summer which he responded with his own. He did have to lie quite a bit but that was mainly due to him being transported to this new world. Then again he mainly just removed and replanted his experiences with what he did in camp.

He lived overseas with a distant relative where he was home-schooled by a family friend (Chiron) and ended up going to a muggle camp every summer to volunteer. The lie was believable and he knew he had made the twins proud once. It also helped that Tracey loved nature so they ended up talking about the wildlife. Though his definition of wildlife was different from hers, his being monsters such as Hellhounds, Harpies, Telekhines, the occasional Empousa, and the rare Nemean Lion.

"So, Percy this is your first time going to Hogwarts," he nodded. "Do you know which house you might be sorted into?"

He pursed his lips. He hadn't really given the thought attention but if he was to guess Hufflepuff was probably the most certain for him. Gryffindor was for the brave and he was although he wouldn't say it out loud. Slytherin on the other hand was the house for the cunning and ambitious something Thalia would certainly be sorted in. Lastly, there was Ravenclaw who was considered by Tracey "the brains" behind Hogwarts. Annabeth would definitely fit right in but there was a feeling at the very back of his mind trying to tell him something.

"Not quite sure, I haven't given it a thought if I were, to be honest."

"Well, hopefully, Slytherin. You sound plenty ambitious with trying to garner power and knowledge," she smirked.

"Hm, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea," he mused out loud. "And I do like hanging out with you even if we just met each other thirty minutes ago."

"Well, Slytherin or not I wouldn't care. I consider you my friend even though - just like you said - we only met a while ago."

PHC

They talked for the rest of the boarding until they were an hour into their trip; only stopping to go to the loo, or in Percy's case, take a small nap. Though he didn't mean to and only did so unconsciously from the fatigue that slowly began to grow due to staying up last night. Tracey, being the nice good friend let him sleep before waking him up to ask if he wanted to buy a few snacks for the rest of the trip.

He didn't complain and ended up buying one of everything. Half the stuff was edible and a new experience for him. Most if not all were good except for the jelly beans that supposedly had every single flavor in the world. He scoffed when Tracey mentioned that there was also a vomit flavor which was beyond believable. That wasn't to say that he did manage to eat one that made him still like a statue.

"FISH! IT'S SEAFOOD! TRACEY I JUST ATE A FISH!" he shouted as he opened the window and stuck his head out to spit the rancid flavor. He shuddered upon sitting back down and looked at Tracey.

"Tracey…I just ate fish," he murmured.

"Uh, are you ok there Percy? I didn't know you hated fish that much," she looked at him worriedly. "Are you allergic? Because there's a powder there for these kinds of situations."

"No, I-I'm fine. I just don't eat fish I consider them great friends," he gave her a look that dropped the subject entirely.

PHC

Three hours into their trip Tracey had fallen asleep against him stating that "she couldn't sleep without a pillow" so, being a good friend he let himself become a human pillow. He didn't mind since he didn't have anything else to do except sleep as well which he did after leaning his head on the window.

His sleep was interrupted when he felt something fall on his lap. The tiny thud woke him up but only halfway. His eyes were still half-closed and he intended to keep it that way until he felt something brush against his inner thigh. By now the sleep was slowly fading but that wouldn't stop him! He wanted to sleep so he was going to sleep.

It was going fairly well with his hand casually stroking something smooth and silky only furthering the effect. Said hand was restless without him being aware. His fingers played with the tiny strand of whatever was on his lap; sliding up and down, twirling small locks, and just combing it in general. A content sigh left his lips when he suddenly trembled from a…touch.

Like water from fire, his eyes flashed open and finally caught the figure of Tracey whose head had somehow left his shoulder and settled on his lap. Which he then followed with his gaze to the black locks that were twirled around his pointer finger. He froze from the sight and lost all train of thoughts and sound.

"Mhmm," a soft groan escaped from the girl below him knocking sense back into him.

His breath became ragged as Tracey began to rub her head on his lap. It wouldn't have been a problem at all except it was. He was somehow sensitive and felt everything to the point where he began to feel heat form in his…private.

"Percy…" Tracey moaned in her sleep. His eyes bugged out and leaned down to her if he was correct only to find that he was.

It was then that he couldn't stop the monster in his pocket from wakening. He was horrified and anxious about what was to come next. He didn't know what to do the only thing he could do was jump off and that would wake her up but hurt her in the process. Hell, that was the only choice and so he decided to just do it until he felt himself poke something soft.

Silence filled the compartment with only Tracey's soft murmuring stopping it from being consumed entirely. His head fell back to the head of the seat where he waited for death only to find pleasure when he felt Tracey's head shift. His neck flicked so fast to see what was happening and it also stopped just as fast to see his robed cock being kissed by Tracey's pink lips.

Her eyes were closed still but her mouth certainly wasn't. He gulped loudly at the sight and was about to move so that his little buddy would be away from her but he stopped.

He groaned loudly before slapping a hand on his mouth. Did someone hear? Was the snack lady going to come shuffling back and throw candy canes at him? Oh, hell did Tracey have friends just in one of the surrounding compartments that would sense she was in trouble?! All these thoughts ran through him and only halted when he felt something cold enter the hem of his jeans.

"Tra-" he paused. The girl's hand pulled down the hem of his jeans and his boxers at the same time. It didn't even take a second for his cock to spring out and wack the girl.

"Fuck~" he moaned when the hard length touched Tracey's tongue.

He grunted and urged himself not to look down for if he did he knew he wouldn't be able to control the situation. Of course, the fates had it against him because suddenly Tracey's tongue was licking all around him. Her mouth was partially taking the length only being stopped by the restricted position.

"Trac~ey y-you, gott~oh fuck! Wake…up," he stuttered greatly due to the pleasure that coursed through him.

They remained that way for a minute except for him it felt like hours. The activity hadn't evolved but that soon remained a distant memory all because of three words.

"You taste good," Tracey muttered. He jumped slightly causing Tracey to lick even further down his length.

"Tracey!" he shouted.

"Mhm?"

"We need to stop," he breathed out.

"Are you sure?" he could hear the teasing tone in her voice. "Because I quite like our position," she emphasized the point by finally taking the head of his cock into her mouth where her tongue probed the tip and licked the precum off before swallowing.

"I-I mean, it's not like I-fuck! Tracey y-you ne~ed to s-stop," he moaned with each word.

"Percy, don't lie to yourself," she glanced up with a small grin. "I know you want to."

She was right he did want to and if she was willing then why was he blue balling himself?

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he replied.

Smiling she got off him and kneeled on the floor where she took his jeans fully off and threw them on the opposite bench. Slowly, she leaned down with a mischievous smirk. She was teasing him and he hated it but at the same time, he loved it.

A growl left him, "Tracey."

Her eyes widened a bit and smirked in return to his threat. By then his cock was begging to enter her mouth and fuck her senseless. She knew this as a fact and used it against him.

"Lord Peverell," she simply said before finally gorging herself onto his raging cock.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned out loud but not as loud as he liked. Tracey seemed to have noticed and said.

"I charmed the compartment, no one can hear us now so scream as much as you like; just be aware that I would love to scream your name as well."

Just like that, he was left in a moaning wreck as she made quick work of his cock. Her tongue swirled around his length licking the underside of his cock before wrapping itself around the head. He hated the feeling of teeth being used but Tracey was different. Instead of it feeling awkward and downright horrible she had managed to use it to the fullest making him moan every time.

"Oh fuck you're so fucking big!" she moaned.

"More sucking less talking," he grunted as he thrust into her. She gagged hard and was about to pull back only for his hand to hold her in place as he repeated the motion earning him even more. He held her head with both hands thrusting into her fast hard and deep.

"Per~ahh~cy! S-Urk!" she gagged.

Finally relenting he let her go. She stumbled back and took deep breaths before glaring at him. Her hazel eyes bore into his sea-green ones and grabbed his cock before sucking it mercilessly. Her hands groped his balls massaging them while her head bobbed up and down her teeth grinding against his underside. Her tongue flicked back and forth at the tip of his head with the occasional probe into the hole to taste the cum that leaked out.

"Tracey~y-you're so damn amazing!" he moaned as she began to deepthroat him on her own accord.

"Fuck you taste so good," she moaned before diving back in her mouth vacuuming his cock and her tongue tending to the head before proceeding to lick from top to bottom.

She sucked him off while keeping eye contact something he found exciting and pleasurable. Suddenly without a warning, she pushed him back and straddled him in a matter of seconds.

"Take me, Percy. I want to feel your large cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me senseless in this room where there are students just outside talking amongst themselves," she whispered in his ear.

That was all he needed to hear before he tore her green blouse off and attacked her breast. His mouth latched on and sucked hard. He licked the soft flesh and nibbled on the tip feeling it grow and stiffen from the stimulation. He played with her other breast giving it as much love as the one that was currently inside his mouth being sucked.

"Yes! Just like that~oh gods don't you dare stop!" she cried in ecstasy. Her head arched back from the tiny spikes of pleasure he bestowed upon her; not wasting a second for her to recover.

Smirking into the large mound of flesh his hand left their duty earning himself a moan of disapproval that quickly turned into a high-pitched squeal as he finally attacked her pussy. He started with one finger prodding the lips and her clit softly. She moaned against his lips, her hips grinding slowly against his finger.

The sight was enticing and he was tempted to just fuck her senseless right there but he stopped himself. Instead, he attacked her neck like a viper. The effect was instant as a loud moan escaped her. He licked all the way from her collar to the back of her ear, making sure to apply pressure with the tip of his tongue.

"You like that don't you, you little slut," he whispered into her ear. Her body shivered from the contact of his hot breath hitting her cool skin. Smiling, he pressed slow but gently tiny kisses up and down her neck. Her breath became ragged as he continued the romantic display of love.

"M-more, give me more~ah," her lips quivered.

He gave her a small chaste kiss on the lips before moving back down to her ear where he tentatively licked her earlobe. Her body bristled by the new contact and he loved it. Like what he did with her breast he sucked and played with the delicate flesh; giving it love with each contact.

"Your body is just divine, Trace," he murmured.

While he was busy tasting the black-haired witch his fingers were busy as well. Not too long ago added another finger then another making it three fingers pumping in and out of her at a slow but pleasurable pace. He arched his digits inside of her causing her to arch her back and jump from the motion.

"I think that should be enough," he merely said before flipping them over with her body below him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him close.

"Give it to me now Peverell," she growled.

"With pleasure," he returned with a smirk.

Grabbing his cock he directed it to her pussy and slowly pushed it in. With a jerk, he felt thrust into her entirely causing him to fall over her only stopping himself when his hands caught the surface below him.

She looked up at him cockily, "I said now."

He didn't say a thing before pulling out and thrusting in with full force.

"FUCK!" he groaned as his dick finally entered her.

She was tight, he could feel her walls clamping onto him. Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in watching her face for any signs of trouble. She urged him on with a nod and he did. They started off slow with him planting small kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her collar, each one only adding to the pleasure between them.

"Faster," she moaned into the kiss, and right there was the signal for the beast of his to be released.

"Glady," he grinned before thrusting into her hard and deep.

He pounded her pussy hard and deep making sure to hit the entrance of her womb. His hips rocked back and forth at a fast pace as they moaned from each thrust. The sound of flesh hitting was loud and fast and no doubt would've attracted the attention of the entire train.

"Fuck! Oh, bloody hell you are amazing! Yes, just like that," she cried out loud as he fucked her pussy.

Minutes ago it felt tight but now it had adapted to his size but not entirely as he still felt a small bit of resistance. He didn't care, he loved it and craved it as he thrust into her like a beast. Her legs were hooked on his shoulders with his hands holding them in place as he thrust in and out.

"Tracey! You little slut you wanted this all along didn't you?" he grunted.

"Y-yes! I wanted your cock from the very beginning," she moaned.

"And now you have it," he smirked before leaning down and capturing her open lips. Their tongues fought for control neither of them backing down as he upped the pace and fucked her even harder. She cried and moaned with each thrust doing nothing but urge him to go even faster. With each thrust, she cried in ecstasy making him smile.

"Like that you bitch? You like to be fucked right in the public don't ya? Knowing that your friends could be right outside this door."

"Oh, gods don't stop! Fuc~ahh! Yes, Percy! Make me your slut, fuck me like your little bitch," she screamed. She ignored his comment entirely and only seemed to get turned on even more from the idea.

Grabbing her he hoisted her up and pushed her against the compartment door. Her eyes instantly widened and her hands flew up to her mouth clamping it shut. He grinned and slowed his pace.

"What's wrong Tracey?" he teased. "I thought no one can hear us?"

His pace quickened with each word until he stopped entirely and plunged into her.

"FUCK! YES! PERCY OH FUCK ME!" she cried. This time he didn't stop as he began to plow into her fast and hard. With each thrust, her body hit the windowed door. Anyone could see them right now but he didn't care.

"Anyone can see us right now," he grunted.

"I-I don't car~FUCK!" her sentence was cut off with a cry.

"Truly? Then you wouldn't mind if do this would you?" he didn't wait for an answer before he turned her around where her nude body faced the window. Her legs were splayed apart with his cock still thrusting into her hard making her breast jump with each thrust.

"N-no! D-don't do th~is, PERC~~Y!"

He ignored her and only smiled before biting the back of her neck. She squealed and jumped only to impale herself onto his cock. He nibbled on the flesh, sucking and licking it; marks would appear later once they were done and he wanted many more to appear. She was his trophy, she was his bitch.

"Like that you little bitch?" he growled.

"Percy! D-don't you dare fucking stop!" she arched her back against his chest; pushing her chest out and making her breast sway as he pounded into her. Her breath became ragged as her legs quaked from when his cock plowed deep into her pussy hitting her cervix non-stop.

"Stop? I wouldn't dream of it," he scoffed. "Why would I dare stop? Do you want me to? Huh, you little bitch?" he pushed her down where she caught herself on the glass. Her hands were planted on the door his hands finding themselves on her hips where he pounded into her harshly.

Sweat covered her body acting like a lotion. Her fair skin glistened with each droplet that slid down her shoulders to her back stopping right before it reached her ass. The two balls of flesh jumped every time he thrust into her never stopping for a second.

"PERCY! FUCK ME, GIVE ME YOUR SEED FUCK THIS LITTLE WHORE!" she screamed. Her back arched against his as he felt her walls clamp hard. Without a warning, she moaned and shook as her juices squirted out.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! CUMMING BEFORE TELLING ME! TAKE THEN YOU LITTLE WHORE!" he seethed. With a renewed effort he thrust into her faster and harder than before; his cock hitting past her cervix and into her womb.

"OH FUCK!" he groaned and pulled her hard onto his cock and thrust deep into her one last time before he felt himself break.

Waves upon waves of cum erupted from him and into her womb. He stopped thrusting into her, leaving himself inside of her where he painted her womb with his seed. His cock trembled as more and more cum spilled into her womb and into her pussy where it painted her walls and even that wasn't enough as he pulled out and jacked off once more on her ass.

"Oh gods, I can't stop. Turn around Tracey," he didn't wait and instead moved her to face him before plunging his cum covered cock into her mouth.

"Per-urk! I-I ca~gfh," her words were muted as he held her head in place before slowly retreating back.

She gasped and fell to the couch where sweat covered a large amount of the surface. Following suit he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her collar as he began to once again play with her. The compartment was quiet except for the small moans that escaped the tired witch.

"How many more hours until we get to Hogwarts?" he asked as he kissed her jaw.

"Tempus," he heard her mutter.

"One more hour," she said hotly before grabbing his head and pushing him into her neck even more.

"Think we have time for one more?" he whispered in her ear causing her to shiver once again.

"No, but a blowjob can definitely do the trick," she grinned in his face.

He smiled and glanced out at the darkening sky. Doy had said the train ride would be boring and told him to pack a couple of books. He listened of course, but from what he can see, there were more 'fun' things to do on the train.

A.N Liked it?

This is just a concept I was thinking about, but if I were to pick a girl to be the 'Alpha' of the harem who would you guys pick?

Published: 5/9/2022