A World for Witches
Chapter 5 - Trading and Teaching
Bellatrix skulked through the Hogwarts corridors in a bad mood. She had been summoned, before she usually even woke, to Headmistress McGonagall's office. It was often not a good thing to be summoned to said office, particularly this early in the morning. But it was particularly bad for Bellatrix, who was not in any way, shape or form, a morning person. She detested even the concept of 'morning people', "poxy fools," she grumbled under her breath. Why the working day could not start at two in the afternoon, she truly did not know. 'Who needed sunlight?'
Stomping her way up the stairs to her destination she attempted to get a check on her mood. If she was in trouble, then losing her temper was not going to help. McGonagall not only had the power of position over her, but she was also one of the few people who commanded her respect, and who had even more; her love (not that she would ever admit it). She hated when they argued and thus she took several deep calming breaths before pushing open the door.
"Ahh Bellatrix," Minerva welcomed the raven-haired woman into the room, chucking her copy of that morning's Prophet, which had arrived only twenty minutes before, onto her desk. "You're not in any trouble, don't worry. I just want you to read the paper," McGonagall said.
Initially relieved, now she was just confused. "You called me in here at this hour to read the paper?"
"Just read it," McGonagall insisted, gesturing for the woman to sit. "Biscuit?" she offered, chirpily.
"Don't rub it in, Minerva," Bellatrix grumbled as she picked up the newspaper. She quickly went from confusion, to understanding, to concern. Sighing loudly, Bellatrix plopped the paper back on the table. "I guess you think it's him?" she asked.
"I do," McGonagall confirmed, shifting slightly in her seat, making Bellatrix smirk. There was only one reason for that, but she chose not to comment for now.
"But why the urgency? Could we not have discussed this over breakfast?"
"I have something specific I need you to do," McGonagall said. "Something a little sensitive, that if the others knew about, might lead to them becoming overly concerned, shall we say," she explained. "What do you make of Harry Potter?"
"He is just above average in my class. Other than that, and his gift on a broom, he is entirely unremarkable. There's certainly nothing particularly dark-lord killer about him," she snarked out the last sentence. Having given the idea that it was Harry himself that somehow killed Lord Voldemort over a decade ago, to be populist drivel.
"A little harsh, Bella," McGonagall noted. "But even if you do not believe he himself is special in terms of skill, he has been marked out as such. And he will be the first target should Gringotts be successfully be broken into next time."
"How do you know?"
"I do," McGonagall said in a way that ended the line of questioning.
"And the stone?"
"Perenelle has agreed to destroy it. I will be witness to it, and her and her husband will live out the next couple of years naturally before dying peacefully. They have lived long enough, they do not need a marauding dark-lord on their conscience," the Headmistress explained.
"So why are you telling me about Harry's supposed importance?" Bellatrix asked, still dismissive of the boy.
"I want you to give him extra lessons," McGonagall told her. "Teach him all he needs to know. You won't be able to do much beyond the very basics at the moment, but make sure he has it covered," McGonagall instructed. "And this is not a request," she added, as Bellatrix opened her mouth to protest. "But I have a little payment for you doing this for me," McGonagall smiled.
"Does she happen to be in this room?"
"No one likes a show-off, Bella," McGonagall said as she ended the silencing charm that was in place below her desk. "Say hello to your aunt, Dora."
"Hi, auntie," Dora's cheery face appeared from below the headmistress's desk, spit dripping from her chin.
"I've seen you've been busy doing what you do best," Bellatrix teased.
"Oh always auntie," the purple-pixie-haired girl said sunnily. She was a complete contrast in many ways to her aunt. And yet the two got along very well.
"How about you go and show your aunt just how good you are," McGonagall suggested.
"Oh she already knows," Tonks snorted. "But I'll happily get reacquainted, if I may finish you off later, Mistress."
"You will certainly not be leaving this room without my load in or on you," McGonagall assured the cheeky girl.
"Perfect," she giggled excitedly as she scrambled out from beneath the desk, having given the Scottish Witch's cock an affectionate goodbye kiss. She moved herself to the other side of the desk, in front of Bellatrix, who had shrugged off her robes, to reveal her black corset and skirt combination. Peeling back the latter, Bellatrix's hardening cock sprung forth into sight, much to Dora's joy. "This is my third favourite cock!" she announced as she licked the tip.
"Why not first?" Bellatrix whined.
"First is mum, then Mistress McGonagall and then you," she explained before taking half of the length into her mouth.
"What about your dad?" Bellatrix asked mockingly.
"There's no need to be mean," Dora replied. "Besides, his ass is my favourite," she shrugged, before taking her aunt's cock even deeper into her throat.
"Fuck, you're good," Bellatrix moaned as her cock was surrounded by a warm throat. Not one to be passive, Bellatrix grabbed the back of Dora's head and held her down, thrusting up into her mouth. "Just breathe around it," Bellatrix said. "You're a morph slut you can do it," she said as her balls slapped the girl in the chin.
Dora could in fact do it, and proved so, changing the shape of her neck to squeeze down on Bellatrix's cock. "Oh, Morgana," she groaned, before releasing the pixie-haired girl.
Quickly recovering, Tonks soon recaptured Bella's thick shaft, and her nose was back in the dark tangle of hairs at the base of her cock. Tonks worked Bella's dick with her throat, mouth, tongue and hands, all working in tandem towards one end.
"Ok, fuck, come up here and ride me," Bella said, as she felt herself nearing an orgasm from Tonks' work.
"Will it be pussy or ass today, auntie?" Tonks smirked, already knowing the answer.
"You already have it ready, I can see it," Bella said as Tonks straddled her aunt. "Give me that tight slit," she growled. "Ohhh," came the moan from Bella as her cock slipped in to Dora's sodden cunt.
"You like that auntie?" Tonks whispered into Bella's ear. "You like having your niece's tight pussy bouncing on your dick?"
"Fuck," she growled, gripping Tonks' ass with both hands and lifting her up and down, taking control. She also thrust up in time with bringing her niece's ass down, thus smashing into her pussy with some force.
"Oh fuuuuck, auntie!" Tonks screamed as her aunt truly fucked her pussy. "I can feel you in my fucking cervix!"
"You like it? You like being a fucking slut for your aunt?" Bella continued to savage her niece's body.
"I hope there's space for another," McGonagall said from behind Tonks as she approached, cock in hand. She held Dora down in Bella's lap and pushed her forward by her shoulder, revealing the girl's puckered hole. With no warning and little preparation McGonagall shoved her cock in, quickly carving between Tonks' cheeks and deep into her hole.
"Fuuuuuuuck!" she screamed at the sudden insertion, the medley of sensations proving to be too much for her body and she came violently. Her body shook as McGonagall took no notice and continued slamming into her ass. She even squirted on Bella's dick, wetting the hairs at the base, but still McGonagall reamed her ass.
She slumped forward, but still there was no mercy. The break only came when McGonagall, nearing her own orgasm pulled out of Tonks. "I want to finish in her throat," she declared, having decided that earlier when the girl had been underneath her desk.
Bella lifted up the girl and carried her over to the desk, laying her down on it so her ass was hanging off one end, her head the other. Either side of her, the two Witches thrust into her, spitroasting the girl hard. McGonagall roughly fucked her throat, and Bella her pussy. When both of them thrust forward at the same time, there was a total of twenty-three inches in her body, and she felt it.
She was gagging and spluttering on McGonagall's cock, her head dangling upside down not helping her oral skills, as her pussy tightened and squeezed around Bella's cock for her third orgasm.
McGonagall lost it first, "Morgana," she breathed out, as she came balls deep in Tonks' throat. The girl had no choice but to ingest the liquid. Though she was sad that she did not get to taste the creamy goodness.
Following soon after, Bellatrix slammed herself deep inside her niece and let it out with a roar, her cock firing several powerful ropes of cum inside of Tonks, painting her pink walls white.
"Well was that worth giving up two hours of your week for?" McGonagall asked as the Hufflepuff obediently cleaned the two Witches' cocks.
"Just about," Bellatrix grumbled.
"I'm sure Harry will happily repay you too," McGonagall added.
"I hope he handles my wand better than he does his own," she quipped.
She would soon find out.
Harry came down to the Gryffindor common room for the morning to find Ron bartering with Hermione about homework. This was, naturally, a common occurrence. But this time, Hermione was clearly fed up of helping him with his homework.
"I can't do mine and your homework every morning, Ronald," she said crossly.
"Just one more time," Ron pleaded.
"No," she shook her head, refusing to budge.
"Please," he tried again.
Hermione glared at him; her irritation clearly evident. "Fine," she spat. "But for a cost," Ron's celebrations were silenced as Hermione grabbed his hand, and yanked him off his chair and onto the floor. Fumbling with her clothing, Hermione eventually managed to release her hardening cock. "Now suck!" she commanded.
This would have been entirely usual, except for the fact that it was Hermione. Ron would have suggested such a payment instantly to any other Witch. But Hermione had been reticent to share her body, her gift, with anyone else. Even with Parvati and Lavender's encouragement, and occasional fling, she had still been nervous to engage in normal Witch behaviour, particularly with boys. So even though she had grown closer to Harry and Ron, they had yet to see her cock. But her irritation with Ron had grown so much, that she now acted on instinct and nothing else.
Once Ron got over his surprise at Hermione's forthright and confident actions, he got to work, sucking on the head of her cock with practised ease until it fully hardened in his mouth.
Harry chose this moment to walk to the bottom of the stairs. "Can I join?" he asked.
"Don't tell me you haven't done your potions homework either?" Hermione asked, exasperated.
"No, I've done it," Harry smiled. "I just want to suck your cock."
"Oh," Hermione paused. "You would?" Harry nodded eagerly. "Then sure," she allowed. Harry got onto his knees next to Ron, between Hermione's legs, and began to work on her balls.
"Her cock is very tasty, Harry," Ron said, as the two swapped roles. Hermione blushed, but tried to retain the dominance she had assumed initially, by gripping Harry's hair and moving his head up and down her cock as she wished. She had seen many a Witch do the exact same thing in the Common Room, and she attempted to emulate them.
Hermione's cock, being only five inches, meant that Harry could deal with it with ease. The smaller size allowed him to really use his tongue to pleasure her entire length.
Moaning loudly, Hermione soon came undone. She lacked the stamina of older Witches like Angelina and having two cute boys worshipping her cock and balls soon sent her over the edge. At the time of her orgasm, it was Ron who had the privilege of having her dick in his mouth. His mouth soon filled up with her load, a load he then shared with Harry, the two boys kissing as they swapped her cum between their mouths.
"Wow," Hermione sighed, as the exhilaration of her orgasm left her system. "Thank you…" Hermione started to say.
"No, Hermione, thank you," Harry interrupted.
"I still haven't got used to that," Hermione admitted. "The social power I now hold."
"We'll help remind you," Harry giggled.
"I'll suck you dry for free, Hermione," Ron offered.
"That's nice," she blushed. "But I will help you this time," she said, getting her clothes in order before leaning forward and returning to her work.
"Thanks a bunch, Hermione!" Ron enthused.
And that's how Harry left them. Ron doing his homework with assistance, and Hermione feeling a lot less like a freak.
Harry's day was about to get a little weirder.
At breakfast Harry was seated snugly between Angelina and Alicia, discussing their upcoming Quidditch game as Angelina normally did. When a flash of purple entered his field of vision.
"Wotcher, Harry? I'm Tonks," the bright-haired Witch asked Harry.
"It's a 'Puff," Angelina noted dryly. "Come to spy?"
Tonks snorted at the accusation. "I don't care enough about Qudditch, Angie," she replied. "I've come to deliver a message to Harry, from Professor Black," she explained.
"Which one?" Angelina asked.
"The one you don't want to have detention with," Tonks smirked. "She wants you to meet her in her classroom after your lessons," she said, directing the message to Harry.
"Do you know why?"
"Why are you so defensive, Angie? In love?" Tonks teased.
"Shut up," Angelina replied, embarrassed at the insinuation.
"Send me an owl when you wanna fuck this again!" Tonks yelled as she left them at the table.
"I like you too, Angelina," Harry said earnestly.
"Too sweet," she smiled back, kissing the boy on the cheek.
"What does Professor Black want with Harry?" Alicia wondered aloud.
"Probably a blowjob," Angelina snorted.
Regardless, Harry was intimidated.
"Our resident celebrity has arrived," Bellatrix Black said from behind her desk at the front of the classroom as Harry stepped in. She often referred to him as such. It did not particularly bother Harry, he just wanted to know why she had taken an instant disliking to him, even when they first met at The Leaky Cauldron.
The desk was all that was recognisable to Harry about the classroom. There were no other seats or tables as usual, just empty space, with a strange looking wooden dummy to one side.
"Do you know why you're here?" she asked him.
"No, Professor," Harry replied politely.
"You're here because you're a target," she started, striding from behind her desk. "Voldemort marked you out all those years ago and Headmistress McGonagall is of the belief that he will find a way to return. My job is to make sure you're ready when he does."
"You're going to train me?" Harry asked.
"Precisely," she stated. "Hence the editing to our surroundings. First, we'll focus on defending yourself," Harry nodded. "What are the three ways in which a magical can defend themselves against a nasty spell?" she quizzed him.
"Umm," he was nervous. "A shield spell." She nodded. "Transfiguration… and… I'm not sure," he admitted.
"The third one is one that many forget, it is simply to dodge. So we'll start off with that, I will fire light stinging hexes at you, and you simply dodge. Ready?"
Harry nodded eagerly. He was ready and willing to learn.
For an hour, with limited breaks, Bellatrix forced Harry to dash around the classroom, dodging this way and that, avoiding her spells. Of course he often failed, thus feeling the lick of a stinging hex, but he carried on.
Bellatrix was silently impressed. He was clearly exhausted and yet never once complained. Either he was absolutely terrified of her, or he was a trooper in the making, or perhaps both. But Bella made a note to herself to go a little softer on him in class. At least some of his notoriety was earned, even if he had nothing to do with defeating Voldemort.
The reason for much of the rest of his notoriety would soon become clear to her.
"We'll end it there," Bellatrix announced as a stinging hex to the ankle brought Harry to the ground. "You did better than I anticipated," she admitted, it was the most complimentary she was going to be.
Gathering himself from his very intense session, Harry picked himself up and stood, slowly regaining his breath. "May I have the honour of thanking you for this private tuition, please?" he asked once he could say a sentence without panting.
"You may," she smirked at him, quickly transfiguring a chair out of the air. "Kneel before me," she commanded.
Harry did so, getting on his knees between Bella's legs. "You do seem to be holding to your reputation," she said to him, grasping his chin with one hand. "Tell me, do you believe that us Witches are superior?" she asked him.
"Of course, Mistress," he replied. "I am here to serve at your pleasure," Ron had been teaching Harry the etiquette, whilst Hermione had been teaching him the doctrine behind it for weeks. And Harry was desperate to learn.
"Good answer," Bella grinned, baring her teeth in an almost feral manner. "You may thank me," she leaned back and gestured to her crotch.
"Thank you, Mistress," Harry quickly fished out Mistress Black's cock from beneath her skirt, his mouth watering at the sight. It was thick, not as thick as Headmistress McGonagall's but not far off. Harry watched it grow in his hand, grow to its full length of eleven inches. It looked menacing, but so tasty. And so, Harry quickly took the tip of the pale cock into his mouth, eliciting a subtle moan from its owner.
Desperate to impress Mistress Black, Harry quickly demonstrated all of his skills, and he soon had his nose buried in coarse, dark hairs. "Your aptitude was not overstated," Bellatrix commented as she watched Harry struggle around her length. "But how about a real test. I will be entirely passive and you have to suck my load out of me, hands free," she challenged him.
"As you wish, Mistress," Harry accepted, before getting straight back to work.
Though every instinct in her body was screaming for her to fuck Harry's throat as she would Tonks' pussy, she simply relaxed and watched him work. He was diligent and conscientious she noted, taking breaks only to gather oxygen, before going again. He used his mouth, tongue and throat all together to massage every inch of her cock, and to great effect. It was a phenomenal blowjob, that Bellatrix could not deny. Many people with much more experience had given her far worse blowjobs. And soon enough, Harry's efforts were close to paying dividends.
Harry's jaw ached with the rest of his body, as did his tongue, as he gagged and choked on Mistress Black's cock. With his hands behind his back, Harry used every trick he had thus far picked up, from deepthroating to flicking his tongue around her urethra. He gave it his all, despite the soreness from his body. It was a case of mind over matter, and he soon felt Bellatrix's cock pulse in his mouth, indicating that mind had won, and was about to get its reward in tasty matter.
"Oh, Mooooorgaaana," Bellatrix growled, finally breaking her passivity and holding Harry's head in place as she unloaded her magnificent load down his throat. Harry simply relaxed his throat and allowed it to be painted white, swallowing when he felt it fill up. "That was very good, Potter," Bellatrix said simply as she fished her spittle-coated cock from Harry's hungry mouth. "I expect that level of dedication every week."
"Of course, Professor," Harry bowed his head.
"You may go," Bellatrix indicated. "But that was a good start."
She did not know at the time, that it was the start of something entirely unexpected.
A/N: Another short one this week, I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Next week's is a lot longer so you can look forward to that ;)
Have a great weekend!