Chapter 71: Tournament Arc Pt.3
It was truly like magic itself designed if for the four semi-finalists to be from each respective house.
Him for Gryffindor!
Roger for Ravenclaw!
Cedric for Hufflepuff!
Matteo for Slytherin!
"You got this, Harry," Neville who was seated right next to him patted him on the back.
"Watch out for them, okay?" Hermoine who was on his right noted with a ting of worry in her tone. Smiling at her, and giving her a reassuring grin, "Don't worry, I can handle myself and got this totally in the bag."
"Don't get over your head," she sternly warned, "I will admit you very good and have gone beyond my wildest imagination. I really don't know what your uncle," she said, clearly indicating Sirius, "put you through, but it has worked. But that does not mean you should be pig headed," she wagged her finger at him to which he step back as he held his hand out to either side.
"You are so close to winning this to toss it away with foolish arrogance!" the bushy haired witch stated.
"So you think I will win?" he asked with an obnoxious grin.
Giving him a glare in answer, she spun her head around with a snort.
"You know I like a man with self confidence and reassurance," Lavender Brown purred from right behind him.
"You totally got this in the bag," Parvati Patil reassured him as she kneaded his shoulders. "Go show them what you got, tiger!"
"Compared to you, and your pre awesomeness and handsomeness, they are nothing but insects for you to squish," some one whispered right next to him. Turning around to find the one person he would have loved to avoid, Harry faced Romilda Vane his crazed super fan that idolized him to no end. She had a sweet smile on her face, and you would assume nothing from her, but in their little duel, he learned that was far from the truth.
"Romilda," he said with a nod of acknowledgment towards her as he also made sure to watch her closely so that she didn't try to snare him with anything.
"Hey," she answered back, and he could have sworn he seen her shiver with excitement at his acknowledgment of her. It must be the highest honor for her in her mind.
"Harry clearly doesn't want you here," Ginny growled as she seem to get territorial with him.
"What did you say bitch," Romilda screamed as her face twisted up and all sweetness was gone.
"You heard me slut," the red haired sneered as if she was looking at pure trash.
Harry just did not want to get in between this little scuffle between the two of them, sometimes a guy must know when to step back and let the women in his life deal with what ever is between them, because sooner or later he would be stepping inside landmines or worse of all have to choose favorites or a side.
"They are always like that, so don't worry," a dreamily voice whispered to him conspiratorially. Turning around to face another familiar face, he saw Luna Lovegood smiling down at him.
She was a blond hair witch that was waist-length, with beautiful silverly colored eyes like the starry night sky. She had a small cute dainty nose, pale crystalline clear skin, an oval face, rosebud lips, and a slim petite figure with a certain air of dottiness around her.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "I know when it's best to step back!" Then looking her up and down, he asked, "Why aren't you with your house?" he asked. Indicating the divide that held the stands, it seem like the four semi-finalists divided up everyone into groups with ran along house lines.
Everyone was gathered around their own respected house's semi-finalists in a show of support.
Shrugging her shoulders, she sweetly, "I wanted to support you. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"No, not all," he shook his head with a chuckle, "and thank you," he added as smiled broadly at her. "Your support really means a lot to me," and he really did mean it from the bottom of his heart. Going against her house's direction was seem as a traitors action by most.
This was what really separated the houses more than anything and prevented outer houses' relationships. The peer pressure that friends and dormmates excelled on others.
"Don't say that," she blushed innocently, "or the Heliopaths might strike us with arrows in our hearts."
"What is that so bad?" he leaned closer to her with a grin, he might not have a clue what she was talking about, but he sure as hell did like the expressions he got out of her.
"No, not all," she answered shyly as she blushed even deeper.
Then collecting herself, she looked up to him with the best serious look on her face, but it just made her all the more cuter, "You nearly made me forget why I was here."
"Was it besides rooting for me?" he asked with a broad grin.
"No... yes," she tried to amend herself, then giving him another of her stern cutesy looks, she said. "Stop that, I came here to tell that the Nargles showed me that the first person that you would be facing is Roger."
"Did they?' he asked as he rubbed her chin. Harry just couldn't shake it, but he had the feeling that Luna's strangeness had more to it than what meet the eye. "Thank you," he said as he took her words to heart. Now he could prepare specifically for him.
As Luna nodded her head appreciatively, he got more people that came to wish him luck and so forth. All of course were his fellow Gryffindors who took a victory by him as a personal victory for their house.
Soon, Professor Flitwick was back on, and Harry was surprised to see the man take on such an announcer role, "Now we have four final contestants duking it out for the number one spot! Who will get it, and who won't find out today as our four semi-finalists play it out!
Now let the BATTLES BEGIN," the short little man shouted to the wild cheers of everyone in the stands.
Looking at them, the half-goblin grinned happily, "this time I will let the training wheels off. Since you are all from respectable families I will let you all use your family magics."
Looking surprised at that allowance, Harry took it as it was and made his way over to Professor Vector alongside the other contestants. She laid down the rules, "The rules are simple," she began with, "you will each face an opponent if you win you will advance to the finals. Those who lose will fight each other to claim the 3rd and 4th spot respectfully.
"Now, Professor Sprout," she nodded her head to the other witch.
Nodding her head, the plump witch pointed her wand to the tournament bracket board and all the names disappeared until there were only their four faces. Suddenly they started spinning like a slot machine.
Until finally, they begin to settle as first to stop was Cedric vs Matteo and finally Harry vs Roger, just like Luna predicted he noted. Good thing he trusted her, he had a whole plan set up against the raven, without her he would have been making three whole separate plans, doable, but not recommended.
"Cedric and Matteo, you may step forward first," Professor Vector said. Now there was only one arena thanks to Professor McGonagall's transfiguration of the whole place. He noted this one was much bigger with better protection and more space to run around and cause a mess.
Taking a seat, Harry watched the match closely, he knew he would be facing one of them in the finals.
Cedric was really good at elemental magic, he could rain down fire on his opponents, shake up the earth, bring forth the win, and let loose torrents of water. It was after all his house, the Counts of Diggory main bloodline affinity so he kept to his strength.
Then there was Snape junior, and you guessed it, he was good at potions. Matteo Travers of the Viscount family of Travers was really good with potions. They had countless shops and laboratories, and grew numerous herbs and magical plants.
Now that they did not have to play nice any more, and only be stuck with using common spells, all hell broke loose.
Cedric let loose a tremor that shook the whole arena and sent cracks ever were destroying the whole place, then lava begin to spew out of the ground, further wreaking the place. Matteo on the other hand cracked a potion on the floor which summoned a small army of black ghastly specters.
It was wild, it was crazy, it was spectacular, and most importantly of all it awed everyone!
This is what happened when family magics were brought forth.
Common spells would always remain common, no matter the great uses they had they could never compare to the pure and awesome power that family spells contained. This was why grimoires were so precious and valuable, they were just priceless like that.
Finally though Cedric took the win. It was a tough, long, and grueling fight that had everyone on the edge of their seats. It really was the stuff of legends as the best of the best Hogwarts had to offer went at it like ferocious beasts. Either one of them could have taken it, but Cedric showed superior tactics and took the win for himself.
The crowds went wild at the end of the fight, as everyone whether they be from this house or that, they all let out loud cheers and whoops into the air. Everyone had felt the exhilaration and the rush as they watched the battle unfold and they were all swept in the excitement.
"Now," Professor Vector shouted, using a bit of magic to cut through the noise and chatter. "Harry Potter and Roger Davies set forward and let the second duel begin!"
Doing as told Hary got up from his seat and received many well wishes from his house mates. He won't deny that his heart was pumping in a bit of anxiety, but more than that it was thrilling in EXCITEMENT!
He couldn't stop it as a wolfish smile split his face, and a dark gleam glittered in his eyes. He really had to stop hanging out with Sirius and adopting his mannerisms, since he looked like a fiendish demon.
"Bow to you opponents," Professor Vector said.
Giving the ritual curtsy, Harry studied his opponent, Roger Davies from the Viscount family of Davies. What his family excelled at was Transfiguration, and he already saw him making intricate statues to do battle and other things.
"On the count of three you may begin, "Professor Vector said.
"One — two — three — DUEL!"
When the word was giving Roger immediately slammed down his wand onto the floor, and suddenly the whole arena started to transform. Then out of the chaos of shifting stones and moving sand, a maze was created, one that protected him perfectly.
Harry grinned, he had to give it to the older boy, he was good, really good. However Harry was even better!
Sirius did his best all summer to teach him Battle Magic, the chief magic of his family. However at the end of the day, Sirius was no Potter, he might know some stuff he picked up from the Auror academy and some spells his father taught him on the side, but the Black family head excelled at Dark Magic not Battle Magic.
Harry did pick some stuff up from him, and he was a good hand at it, but it was only when he opened his family's grimoire that his eyes were truly opened and he achieved true enlightenment.
Battle magic was all about making yourself into an indestructible killing machine, the ultimate weapon, a super soldier if you would. It made you excel at single combat!
And what was dueling if not single combat?!
Harry should have realized it the first time he ran into Lieutenant Alex, the man was after all part his family's army and what did the Griffin Legion excel at you asked?!
Of course, Battle Magic.
Harry could have matched Roger transfiguration spell for transfiguration spell since he did have a minor affinity to Transfiguration. Plus his family's grimoire did contain plenty of useful spells into the subject.
But he would be the first to admit Roger was a better hand at that particular magic, it was his family's main bloodline affinity, and he spent countless hours studying it.
No, it would be better to play to his strengths.
Grinning at the obstacle he faced, Harry slowly ran his hand over his wand and suddenly it started to transform into a greatsword in his hands.
Holding it in front of him as he closed his eyes and ran his finger over the blade. Harry begin to cast a bunch of spells on himself as multiple spells light him up like a glowing beacon of magnificent strength.
Then without a word he was off like a missile fired out of a rocket, reaching the first wall Harry effortlessly cut it down. Then he bulldozed through the second wall like it was thin glass.
He was like an unstoppable wreaking ball as he destroyed everything in his path, with nothing stopping him for a single moment.
Traps appeared, and transfiguration weapons which tried to skewer him, and he had to give it to the raven. He was pretty smart creating this deadly maze, however even with all that Harry just continued as he destroyed everything in his path.
There was a reason his family was feared and well respected. They were all deadly warriors that you never wanted to make an enemy out of or get in their way.
In just a matter of only minutes, Harry reached the center of the maze as he crashed through a wall and spotted Roger chilling there.
Harry grinned at him while the older looked surprised and shocked that he made it here.
Rushing at him so as to quickly finish up the match, Harry had to give it to the raven as he acted quickly on his feet and transfiguration two walls into 3 meter tall armored lancers on wheels.
They charged at him to block him from getting to Roger, however sadly they were no match for him.
Hurtling himself at the first wheeled lancer, he bent low and shouldered it, sending it flying into the air. Then he jumped on it, removing its stone head with a single slash.
And for the other one, he dodged to the side, avoiding its lance coming at him, then shoved his sword which used to be a wand into its wheel causing it to halt in place for him.
Then he wrapped his arm around it and heaved it up into the air, lifting up the 75,000 pound thing up all by himself. With that back slam head first into the ground, causing the animated statue to crumble into stone rubble.
Picking his sword up from the pile of brick stones and shattered rock, Harry grinned at the shell-shocked older boy, and stated, "You are going to have to try harder than that if you want to stop me."
Waving his wand about as Harry charged him, he could see with his magic sight Roger's magic permeate the whole arena.
Suddenly four giant hands started to form as the material of the maze got used up, then a giant body in intricate armor and three faces with different horrifying expressions.
Standing right before him was a 10 meter tall demon that held a trident and staff.
It's six eyes that flashed a red light turned to face him, and Harry couldn't help grinned broadly as he hollered out, "Now that's a challenge!"
Abruptly, the giant three faced demon came down on him with its trident, and Harry had to get a move on as he ran to the side to avoid the blow. Plus he had to look out for the rain of stones it sent up as blades struck down.
Using this chance he was presented, Harry jumped on the four armed demon's hand and ran up its length. The fiend looked down at him and used one of its free hand to smack down at him like an insect.
However what Harry did next was far too unexpected as he jumped up into the air to face the coming blow. Then he slashed down with his sword, and an iridescent projection left his sword which cut through the demon's wrist causing its arm to fall to the ground.
Suddenly though another arm reached out and smacked him like a doll, sending him creaning in the air and crashing into the ground with a loud boom that sent up clouds of dust into the air.
Everyone in the stands was silenced into shock.
No one knew his fate at all.
And it looked like Harry lost.
Chapter 72: After Party
Getting smacked down like a doll by the four-armed, now three in fact, and sent tumbling down to the ground with a boom.
It looked like Harry lost.
The Professors looked at each other worriedly, and were about to call the match off until Professor Flitwick held his hand up and stared at the crater which Harry laid in.
As the dust cleared, a single form came into focus who was waving his hands about to clear the dust. Coughing to clear his lungs of the dust, Harry swore under his breath, "Man, that thing can really hit."
Spitting a wad of blood to the side, that was really the only injury he suffered from that blow a bit of shake of his internal organs however his phoenix regeneration factor was on that.
Still he was thankful to the augmenting magic of his family, if he didn't have those spells protecting him and strengthening him, then he would have been nothing more than a bloody stain on that floor right now.
Once again the three faced demon turned to look down at him with those eyes that flashed blood red.
"You are going to have to do a lot more than that to take me down," Harry taunted the creation with a bloody laugh.
Answering his taunt with a ROAR, the demon charged at him, and Harry replied back with his whole fiendish roar as he ran head long to meet the thing.
O, how very much he is going to enjoy dismantling this thing.
"Do you yield?" Harry asked as he held his sword to Roger's neck. Behind him was a massive pile of rubble with a single giant head still intact, but it seem to be dead just like the stone it was made of.
Harry had to admit, it was a tough battle, but also very exhilarating heady. With the way, they both clashed, and each blow sent up tremors and quakes.
The older boy was panting in and out, as the final spell must have really taken a lot out of him. With a nod, he yielded the match to him.
Turning to the crowd, Harry raised up his sword, or should he saw his wand in actuality for a bit of showmanship. And they loved it as they went wild, the noise of their screams, cheers, and shouts were deafening even through this massive shielding was in place.
Walking back to the stands, as Professor Vector called out his victory, Harry was greeted with the wild exuberance of his house mates. Soon a whole throng was surrounding him as everyone gave him their congratulation, and gushed about the duel.
Some people however weren't too thrilled with his dangerous battle. For example, Hermoine had his ears boxed, and Lavender looked relieved to see him alive after his dangerous... so man close calls. Plus Ginny looked close to tears, and hugged him when she saw him.
After a short recess, the match to decided 4th and 3rd place respectfully was called and Matteo and Roger walked forward.
Enjoying his small little break, Harry took some small interest int the duel which was the brightest and best that Hogwarts had to offer dueling it out.
Poor Roger didn't seem to be able to catch a break as he lost the match against Matteo who still had one card up his sleeve. What else would you expect from a Slytherin?!
After that though, the final match was called.
Harry was able to catch his breath during that short time, and all the wounds and aliments he suffered from the last battle were healed by his phoenix regeneration factor.
Walking back up to the stage which was fixed up by Professor McGonagall once again back to prim and proper shape. The two opponents bowed to each other, and Cedric called out, "I hope we have a good match."
"The same," Harry nodded his head as they brought out their wands and held it in a defensive stance.
"On the count of three you may begin, "Professor Vector said.
"One — two — three — DUEL!"
As soon as the word DUEL was said, they were both off, Harry went ahead and charged at him head long after his wand was transformed back into a sword and he had countless spells casted on his body.
Cedric on the other hand, summoned wind which swept to every where and was so sharp that it ripped large gouges across the earth. Plus since the wind was invisible, you couldn't see were the racking wind was coming from.
But Harry had something, that he didn't know of, Magic Sight.
Using it to his advantage he danced around all the sweeping winds of sharp blades and rushed nearer to him.
Seeing his attack was not working on him, the older boy suddenly summoned geysers from within the earth. And it wasn't the boiling hot water as you imagined, but Lava.
To make matters worse the badger sent up large pillars of earth which obstructed his path and made it difficult to navigate the deadly tangle of lava and razor-sharp gales of wind.
Not stopping there, the older boy seem to learn from his battle with Roger that you needed overwhelming force to take him down or else he would more down anything in his path.
Quickly dark clouds gathered in the sky and rain begin to pour down to the earth, and it wasn't just regular drizzles of rain. But a down pour which was acidic in nature should he add.
Feeling the first patter of rain on his skin, it quickly ate at his clothing leaving him with stripes for clothing. Then the acidic thing seem to get to his skin, and red patches were left all over his skin.
If he didn't have his augmenting spells on, he was sure there would have been nothing left on his skin but bone which would have also been swallowed by the very acidic rain.
Still, the rain stung like a bitch as it sent rashes all over his body, and he was so distracted that he crashed into an earth pillar. Then to make his situation worse a sweeping wind blade tore into his back as blood was sent up into the air.
Acting quick on his feet, he was able to dodge the gushing column of lava that came out of the earth.
Still though, he was in a bad situation, and it looked like he wouldn't be able to make it to the badger or even win the battle for that matter.
Letting out a loud roar of frustration, Harry stuck his sword into the ground, then he reached out to his surrounding. Suddenly the earth and lava started to head to him, collecting on his arm then rushing up his body.
The two component swirled and mixed and covered his body, until what stood there was a dark armored knight with large veins of glowing red running all over. Even Harry's sword was transformed to suit the situation as it became a greatsword of pitch black earth with veins of lava running crisscross.
Now nothing stopped Harry as he unleashed his fury on everything, and he was like an unstoppable wrecking ball.
Then before long, he reached the older boy, who looked a bit surprised, but also sort of expecting him to cross all the barriers. Though clearly he never expected the armor as his eyes gazed at it closely.
"It's over," Harry said as he pointed his great sword at the badger. "Yield, now!"
Grinning good-naturedly, the pretty boy stated, "I got one more trick up my sleeve."
Snorting, Harry wondered if he thought he was an idiot as he charged at him, giving him no chance to bring forth his final toss of the cards. However, he did something, Harry did not expect, suddenly flames collected all around his feet and both his hands and he was jetting up into the air with a small assistance of the wind.
Looking up at him, Harry chuckled as he bent down low and in one single motion surged himself upward as he was soaring up after him.
Smiling at him, as Harry hurtled closer to him, the older boy announced, "Thanks for following me."
All of a sudden, a meteor came into focus which was plummeted at break neck speed towards him as flames trailed behind it.
'So that was his plan,' Harry thought with a chuckle as the small meteor headed for him. Without a word, his great sword started to fuse with his right hand until he had a massive gauntlet that reached all the way to this shoulder.
Springing his arm back like a compact spring as his elbow was straight with his shoulder, Harry alighted himself towards the meteor.
Everyone watched as he and the meteor came closer and closer together and they all held their breaths as finally, they met.
Then as if the spring was loose, Harry struck out towards the meteor with his giant gauntleted fist. Cracks ran all across the firey rock as pieces started to break off, and then it splintered into pieces which further got broken up by the force of his attack.
Small little pieces of stone littered down to the floor as Harry came out the other side as was upon Cedric who looked god smacked like everyone else.
Giving him no time to react at all, Harry grinned from within his dark armor, and whispered, "Nighty-night," as he smacked the badger on the back of the head, causing him to go unconscious.
"Now, we shall award the medals," Professor Vector called out. The four semi-finalists stood on a grand stage in the center of the old arena with those at higher ranks being towed higher.
A loud round of applause when up as Professor Flitwick walked up to them with different colored medals.
"Young Davies, congratulation," he said as he gave him a common gray colored metal with 4th place on it. Bowing his head respectfully in appreciation, the man advice before he moved on, "Next time use more creations with different uses, that would open up a lot of avenues to you."
Then moved on to the greasy black haired Slytherin. "Congratulations, young Travers!" the short little man said as he gave him an uncommon green colored medal with 3rd place on it. "Having powerful potions is good, but use common ones as well to supplement your fights."
Moving up to Cedric, he nodded his head to him and said, "Good fight," as he put a rare blue colored medal over his neck with 2nd place on it. "That meteor was a good combined spell of earth and fore, try doing that more often.'
Finally, he came up to Harry and presented to him a purple colored medal with 1st place on it. "I must say, it is quite the sight to see someone as young as you being so good at this age. You will get far in life, young Poter!"
"Thank you," Harry said with a bow of his head.
"Now," the short little man said as he faced the crowd of students, "these are the people who are going to be in beginner, intermediate, and advanced respectfully." Suddenly the giant board, had a list of names in three categories.
Not seeing his name, Harry wondered what happened, but once the half-goblin man spoke up, it became clear, "You four will be in the Expert group and Harry since you are Hogwarts' new Duelling Champion, I shall personally take over your tutelage!"
Being lifted by a whole crowd of Gryffindors towards the common room, everyone started to sing, "We are the champions! We are the champions! We are the champions!" as they made their way to the Gryffindor Tower.
The other houses stared at them as they walked out of the Great Hall which had been transformed back into the dining hall it used to be by Professor McGonagall. They looked piqued that it wasn't their house that had the honor of claiming Hogwart's Duelling Champion.
Going along with this for the moment, Harry joined in on the atmosphere as he chuckled at this show of upstageness. When they finally reached the Gryffindor common room after receiving congratulation from the Fat Lady in Painting, he came to a place all decked out with celebration.
There were balloons every with snacks and drinks laid out, and even hanging with his name and Hogwart's Duelling Champion. He really had to give it to his housemates, they really could prepare fast, but with magic helping along and the house-elf here and there it could be fixed up in a jiffy.
When he was carried in by his bearers, confetti was popped all over and congratulation was given all around. Finally being let down, the twins were first to greet him, "Aaa, if it isn't our reigning champion!"
Slugging their arms over him, they lead him over to get drinks and he was swamped by even more people. Before long more people started pilling in, and soon the party was in full swing and had begun in earnest.
Taking a seat in the center of the room, he was quickly surrounded by a whole lot of people. Most were of course asking for repeats of the battle even though they were there and already watched it with their eyes.
Harry humored them as he retold the highlights of the duels, and they listened up avidly.
After that he played a few party games with others, chatted up with his friends, and got surrounded by more people.
As the party was in full swing, three girls approached him, who he knew very well, the Quidditch team's cheerleaders.
[A/N: Hey, pro teams have mascots and cheerleaders. Why can't house teams have some cheerleaders?]
"Hey Amy, Lyra, Hope," he greeted them. He won't deny that he used to have an infatuation for them, they were lead cheerleaders for the Gryffindor team, and the best at what they did. During his adolescent days which wasn't so long ago, he would always get tongue tied when they spoke to him or congratulated him for his victory, so he avoided them for a while.
Amy who was the captain had straight long blond hair, clear sapphire colored eyes, full pink lips, fair smooth skin, round face, and of course dressed in skimpy clothing that revealed those long beautiful legs and that toned stomach. With an ass that perked out in those very short pants, and those sexy revealing tank tops that left nothing to the imagination.
Then there was Hope who had long straight black hair, deep black eyes, smooth amber skin, red lush lips, an oval face with high cheekbones, and a curvy well rounded figure. Plus a revealing shirt that showed all her deep cleavage, and very short that was more close to panties than anything else really.
Finally, that left Lyra who had dark brown hair bushy hair, smooth chocolate colored skin, brown glossy lips, a heart-shaped face, and a slender lithe figure. With pants that stuck to her revealing the shape of all her assets.
"Hello, Champion," Amy purred as she came up to him.
"Great duels," Hope said as she came up on him from his left as she begin to slide her hands up his chest. "It really made me so... wet," she added in a whisper, "I never knew you had all that power tucked away."
"I believe I know where he has it all tucked away," Lyra chuckled as she came up from behind him. Sneakily, she was able to run her fingers over his crotch area, and let out a small gasp once she slightly felt what he was packing.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies," he said, "I got a lot of rounds to do today. What about we catch up later," he said. Harry didn't do this because he didn't want their company, far from it, he would love nothing more for them to come all over him.
But, as Sirius put it ever so wisely, make them struggle for it.
Without another word, he was off and chatting up with other people. Somehow he could feel their surprised and shocked eyes on his back, with a bit of fury and indignation mixed in of course.
Somehow alcohol was snuck in, and of course drinking games got started. He wondered about Professor McGonagall's reaction if she walked in right now.
With the drinks flowing freely, and the food coming in from the house-elves everyone was in a jolly mood, okay mostly everyone.
Nothing could see some of his naysayers like Ron and his new friends were scowling in some corner. It was like they thought they should be celebrated, and not him.
But he didn't care, and didn't let their bad attitude affect him. Harry joined in on the fun as he began to sing and even gave a few women the honor of a dance with him.
Before long he was even contesting with likes of twins and other older boys as they guzzle down drink after drink.
Then everything after that was a blur of noises, lights, and more booze!
Going to sleep totally wasted on one of the couches in the common room, suddenly Harry's consciousness returned, feeling a wet numbness in his crotch area. Harry quickly opened his eyes to find himself back in the totally wasted common room of his house.
Looking down he saw Hope right down on her knees, and giving him a blowjob.
Chapter 73: Hogwarts Duelling Champion (R-18)
Going to sleep totally wasted on one of the couches in the common room, he couldn't even drag himself to his dorm room so he collapsed down in the common room.
Harry had indeed passed out, falling asleep with his head slumped forward and his body limp. His dreams were of course filled with sex, battle, and all that stuff.
He especially dreamt about Professor Vector, who confronted him with some sexy leather torture clothing alongside a crop she whipped around in a menacing way. Needless to say, things took a very sexual turn from there, but rather than punish him for doing so many untold things to her instead the beautiful woman got down on her knees and began sucking his cock.
Suddenly Harry's consciousness slowly returned, feeling a wet numbness in his crotch area. Harry quickly opened his eyes to find himself back in the totally wasted common room of his house.
His mind was so addled, he did not know what time was it, why he was here, or even what happened a few hours ago.
Blinking dumbly, Harry stared down at his lap, slowly realizing as his eyes adjust to the lack of light that it's bulging a lot more than it should be, even if he was feeling a bit horny and got an erection. There was someone clearly sucking on his shlong!
Looking down, he saw Hope down on her knees, and giving him a blowjob.
It took his mind a while to process that as it was still stuck in the molasses called hangover.
But he got to it eventually, "Hope?!" he said in total surprise as his eyebrow went up all the way to the sky.
He never really expected to be woken up in such a fashion, well maybe he might have wished for it, but still dreams and reality had to be separated.
Now however he had his wet dream come true.
It takes every ounce of his willpower not to react to the sudden stimulus after she'd stopped everything and just held his member in her mouth, but he manages it all the same, biting back the groan that threatens to tear its way out of his throat.
Fuck, he swore, how could a man hold himself back from this.
"Ahhh, I see that our Champion," a sultry voice whispered.
Turning around, Harry saw the O, so familiar blond hair witch cheerleader, "Amy," he said then he spotted a familiar dark brown hair. "Lyra!"
"How do you like the welcome surprise?" Amy askes him as she turns his head to face him and sensually bites his lips.
"Very... very, very, welcoming," he answers as he begins to kiss her. Harry had no idea how no one hadn't noticed this, yet. Looking around, Harry really couldn't find any eyes on him. It's very dark, and everyone was wasted, plus only a few people remained in the common room, the rest were able to drag themselves to their room. He did spot a few restless students, tossing and turning in their sleep, but other than that they were in the clear.
Still, he put a silencing ward around them so as not to wake up the whole castle with their activities, that was all he was able to do before he got assaulted by another wave of Hope's soft, wonderful ministrations.
She had gone back to bobbing up and down on his cock, swallowing his shaft and swirling her tongue around his tip every time she pulls back to the point that she's holding only it between her lips. If Harry was being honest, he had to give it to her, she really good at this. He can feel his balls churning, can feel himself getting close to cumming.
"I'm getting close," he grunted, and grabs hold of Hope's hair with his free hand, driving her down all the harder on his dick.
"Ack! Ack! Ack!"
The light brown witch gags and chokes on his shaft, but she doesn't try to pull away or anything like that. Instead, she simply takes the abuse. At the same time, she was producing a rather large amount of slobber which was swiftly dribbling down her chin and onto her half-exposed chest. Her saliva mixed with Harry's precum was dripping down into her cleavage and all she could do was grab onto his thighs and try to hold out for the entire ride.
"Good, very good," he whispers to her as Amy turns him back to him.
"I never knew you were such a slave drive, the boy-who-lived, having such a dark side, mmm," she said as she shivered.
"Well you brought this upon yourselves," he answered, "now show me those wonderful boobs you got hidden away."
Doing as commanded without any arguments, she managed to make it look unbelievably sexy as her top drops and her massive tits bounce free of their rather light confines.
She really is exceptionally well endowed, and when she wiggles them back and forth slightly, her gigantic mammaries jiggle quite a lot. It's very impressive, and Harry couldn't deny it that he was staring long and hard at it somewhat transfixed at the sight, really.
"Mmm," Harry said as if he got shown a tasty treat, then
"Do you like it?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
"Very much so," he answered as he reached out with his free hand and grabbed Amy's extremely sensitive tits right then and there, causing the blonde-haired cheerleader to squeal in delight before moaning at the feel of his fingers kneading her boob flesh.
He thought at first they might have been altered with magic since these giant mammaries were just too perfect. But with the way she insanely responded to his touch, they were one hundred percent natural. Certified by him!
Her puffy nipples draw his attention more than anything else, and before long, Harry found himself sucking at them, slurping and even nibbling, much to Amy's very vocal enjoyment.
"O-oh, YES! That's it, mmm," she moaned wantonly. For the dozenth time Harry was glad he put up some sound proofing spells, or else he would had to call this to an end if everyone woke up.
Harry was enjoying himself very much on the one hand he had some massive breasts to play with as he took turns grabbing and groping and mauling these great big melon, and sucking and slurping at her tits with his mouth and tongue.
Then, on the other hand, he had another busy bee, that was working very hard to get him to blow his load inside of her.
Her ruby red lips stretched wide to accommodate his thick cockhead as her tongue slobbered all over it, sliding over the tip of his member lewdly as she let out a muffled moan around his cock. It sent vibrations down his length in a way that caused him to groan again.
And he had to say she was really doing an adamant job, because he groaned, "I am coming," as his balls churned and his release built up.
Hope pulled back ever so slightly until just his cockhead remains between her lips, and then she swirls her tongue around his tip, before pressing it against his bell end. And like that, Harry begins to cum, his free hand dropping his blanket which he used to keep the cold away from, and his other hand remains in the cheerleader's hair as he feels her sucking and drinking his load down.
She doesn't waste a single drop, swallowing every last bit of his seed before finally letting his cockhead pop free of her lips. By that time, Harry is able to pull up the bedroll again to cover them. She's about to pull away, so he grabs her more firmly by her hair, forcing her to look up at him again.
"Well done," he congratulates her since she had been a real pro after all.
The brunette whimpers in his grasp, acting like a little fighting cat, perfectly playing out her role, while he acted out his baser instincts of that of a big bad wolf.
Getting a bite at his ear, then a long sensual lick, he turned around to see a pouting Lyra. "Did you forget about me?" she asked with a sulky expression.
"Of course, not my dear," he said with a grin as he stuck his finger into her wet waiting cunt.
"Hope," he calls out as she responses quickly to him, "come use that wonderful tongue of yours on her other hole!"
Smiling mischievously at her friend, who has her eyes widening in shock and a bit of lust. Harry just shrugged his shoulder, she wanted his full attention, now she had it.
Opening the dark skin brunette's ass cheeks, Hope begins to put her tongue to good use on the lonely butthole. Lyra, let out a loud moan, which Harry quieted with a smack across her ass, causing her ass cheeks to juggle a lot. Then, she let out a silent moan, squirting her pussy juices all over this fingers and hand, while her head tilting back.
It seems like she really cummed from nothing more than him smacking her ass like she's been a bad, bad girl, Harry smirks and leans in, murmuring in her ear.
"What a naughty, naughty, little girl you are, Lyra."
"Yes, yes," she moaned as he hit the right spot for her, "I am so naughty. But its all your fault, siiir~"
Chuckling he looked to Amy who was fingering herself all on her lonesome while watching their little show u hungry.
"Come here," Harry said as he waved her over, "I am still not done with those wonderful melons!"
Whipping out his dick, and bringing his throbbing pecker to play, Harry relaxed back in his seat while he planted his massive length between Amy's equally massive breasts right then and there.
The beautiful cheerleader let out a soft giggle, as her lips parting as she stares down at his cockhead, poking out from the top of her cleavage to peek at her. The rest of his member is completely encapsulated by her expansive boob flesh, leaving Harry in titty heaven as he begins to piston in and out of the valley made by her cleavage, his hand once more squeezing at her rip nipple, this time to push them together around his thrusting prick, making a nice cock sandwich.
It feels amazing and judging by the cheerleader's moans and mewls and whimpers, she's enjoying herself with his hot throbbing prick nestled between her sensitive tits. Her eyes just beg for more as she looks up at him, panting with need.
In this moment, she seems exceptionally defenseless, with none of that haughty attitude.
"H-Harry… p-please…" she whimpers as he pinches her nipples real hard getting a loud moan from her.
"Please what?" Harry asked with a deep dark chuckle.
"Cum for me," she said with a shout as her orgasm finally erupted.
Her finally press of her boobs firmly against his throwing cock was that he needed to get him over the edge. He thought he could hold out much longer, but her great big mammaries enveloping him was just too good, still it was a happy.
With a groan, he begins to cum, his seed pumping out of his cock, but not quite leaving Amy's breast valley. Her face doesn't end up plastered with his cum, as surprising as it is, showing just how expansive the blonde haired cheerleader's boob where.
Still some of his seed pushed out of the top of her breasts, covering her neck in was really similar to a pearl necklace, really, and some of it rained down on her nipples and outer cleavage, and he had her covered in long running rivulets of his hot, sticky cum.
Turning around, he saw that Hope was doing an adamant job with Lyra who was screaming like banshee, even with his minor assistance.
"Is she ready?" Harry asked Hope as he got up from his seat and came up behind her. Looking at the dark skinned witch, she looked so near the edge, and he suppose it did matter really if he helped things along.
A squeal leaves Lyra's throat as Harry thrusts his cock into her back door without pause. Even with Hope warming her up, it was clear that Harry's size causes her considerable discomfort as he begins to fuck her right then and there.
No foreplay, no hesitation!
"Holy fuck you're tight Lyra," he moaned out loud as grabbed hold of her big fat bubble butt in the process. She really had him on the ropes as even with all the foreplay, she was as tight as a compact ridge.
Her body rocks slightly and Lyra's entire body is jarred with each forceful, deep thrust, the brunette is losing it, squealing like a true wanton whore now, her body wriggling and writhing. She's trying to escape Harry's massive dick, she's trying to pull away, but her position and Harry's tight hold on her arms don't allow it.
"This is what you want, Lyra, even if you yourself don't realize it yet," he whispered to her. "So, I'm going to give it to you, and am going to give it to you real good!"
Hope the ever so helpful little vixen she was, comes down to the dark skinned woman's dripping wet cunt and give it a few long and sensual licks, getting a real good taste of her.
He fucks her hard and fast, brutally even, plowing her poor behind like there's no tomorrow. His massive member pulled out and then pushed in as he slowly picked up the pace.
Each time he thrust into her, it felt like the first time, each time he pulled out of her left her feeling empty and in need of his cock once more. Luckily, she very swiftly got it again.
Then soon enough he was pounding away at her tight little butthole so hard and so fast that she nor he could even tell when he was inside of her and when he wasn't.
Finally stopping with her resistance, the cheerleader moans, "You're so b-big, H-Harry…"
"Why thank you," he said, "now tell me what you want me to do with my big fat cock?"
"I want… I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me and make me yours Harry. Plow me like I'm a worthless slut, treat me like I'm your whore. Just… use me. Please, Master, use me."
Harry suddenly redoubled his pace in its ferocity, and the brown haired witch was sent a few feet up into the air with his hard thrust.
With one final deep thrust, Lyra was right over the edge as she came hard from his surprising anal assault and her pussy juices exploded out of her almost like a hose, making even more of a mess on the floor, and her butt muscles tightening and clenching rhythmically all along his length.
That was what finally pushed him over the edge too, and as if on cue, Harry begins to cum at that moment. Lyra orgasms one final time too from having her butt stuffed with his seed, and then she slumps forward as he pulls out of her with a wet pop, letting some seed spill out of her.
Lyra looked absolutely out of her mind with pleasure, a fucked silly look on her face as she fell to the couch he was laying on before. She was nearly passed out then and there. She was so exhausted as Harry bend down and brushes a few of her bangs free of her face.
"That's it, that's a good girl. You did well my dear, you did well."
Chapter 74: Hogwarts Duelling Champion Pt.2 (R-18)
Lyra looked absolutely out of her mind with pleasure, a fucked silly look on her face as she fell to the couch he was laying on before. She was nearly passed out, then and there as she was so exhausted. Harry bent down over her, and brushes a few of her bangs free off of her face.
"That's it, that's a good girl," he whispered to her as he caressed her cheeks, "You did well my dear, you did very well."
Getting up, Harry's cock twitches, still exposed and hanging like a horse from his parted robes. The movement drew both girls to him as they glanced down and stared at his erect pillar.
Then grinning at him wickedly, Amy reached down there and tucks his cock out, fixing up his clothing in moments before grabbing him by the hand and dragging him along to the couch.
"I so do need to be punished, Lord Potter?" she whispered to him, "I have been a bad, bad girl, look at what I have done to," she purred as she gave his wet glistening cock a few hard strokes.
"I guess you have been," he answered with a grin. Then grabbing her bubbly behind, he asked her, "So tell me where should I punish?"
Trapping his cock in between her nether region as she rolled her hips up and down, sliding her wet cunt all over his cock. "I think my bad little kitty needs to be punished."
Growling animalistically, he flipped her around until he had her back facing him, and her ass firmly on his lap.
"Hope," he called out, "why don't you help us. The faster we finish off, the sooner you get your chance," he said with a wicked grin as he rubbed his cock against her wet, wanton pussy.
Moaning as she performed a bit of a lap dance upon him, she ground and rubbed against his cock, just waiting for it to enter her and full her up.
Hope comes forward and begins to lap up Amy's wet hungry cunt for him, and also sneaking in some long deep licks to his balls.
Finally, Harry was ready, and he asked her too, "Are you ready?"
"Yes," she moaned, "give it to me. GIVE it to be real good."
"Then your wish is my command," Harry said as he begin to slowly inch some of his length into her. Harry continued to fed inch after inch of his huge schlong into her cunt. His cock slowly but surely disappeared inside, until finally Amy could feel his cock all the way inside pressed up against her cervix, and knew that somehow.
In the end, Harry had managed to get all of that amazing shaft inside of her.
Panting heavily through her cute pouty lips, Amy looked back over her shoulder at where they were joined, trying to make sense of what she was feeling and what she was seeing.
"H-Harry… you're so b-big," she whimpered as she got filled up like never before.
Reaching out, Harry grabbed hold of her hair, and pulled her head around, giving her a deep, searing, passion-filled kiss before leaning back and smirking at her.
"Tell me something I do not know," he said as he begin to slowly pull out of her.
Then once he is half way out, he thrusts into her with one single motion. The result of this, of Harry impaling her the rest of the way with his whole length, was that Amy's eyes widening up like that of a started kitten. Then she of course followed it with a loud, pleasure-filled scream as she orgasmed all over on his dick, right then and there, climaxing on the spot.
Harry grinned up at that, while the cheerleader fell onto him with the back of her head resting on his open shoulder. She breathed in heavily for a moment, but Harry didn't plan to let up on her, not in the slightest bit.
With a growl, he thrusts upwards again… and again and again, all the while continuing to stroke counter-clockwise circles into her hips with his thumbs. Amy tosses her head back up, and squeaked and squealed, unable to get herself under control and unable to quiet her voice in the least bit.
It was like she was a siren, going off all day long, he was glad for the hundredth really, that he had sound proofing spells.
Amy was a real beauty, with her perky ass, and wonderful boobs, she really could give the most beautiful women he ran into a run for their money, properly contend with them. And Harry was happy to show the blonde-haired cheerleader her own beauty as he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her some more.
Until he was utterly focused on one thing and one thing alone; fucking the ever living hell out of Amy's cunt and bringing her to kingdom cum! His thrusts sped up and quite swiftly so, her insides were just that heavenly so!
Her walls were as smooth as silk and could grip him in ways that he didn't think were possible. He tried to keep his eye from twitching with every stroke, but it was damn near impossible. He had been inside a lot of females, young and old, and he could safely say that Amy had the finest pussy he had ever had.
He quickly wondered if Hope would feel the same. Looking at her as she eat out of them like a real champ, using her tongue to get effect. He knew he would have to reward her well for her services.
The scent of her pussy was driving him wild! His thrusts became faster until their nether regions were clapping loudly, drowning out their cries of passion. He could feel her on another brink, about to tip over the edge.
When she finally did, and her second orgams arrived, she came like never before.
The explosive climax soon had her eyes nearly popping out of her head, her mouth opening wide as if she wanted to let out a silent scream but couldn't, and her ass muscles clenching down harder than ever before around Harry's thrusting member.
Her inner walls become so tight like a vice grip, even with his ever so constant ramming, and his incessant pistoning. She gripped his cock, squeezing it as if to suck the life from it.
In the end though, Harry really couldn't hold out against this, it was obvious what she wanted, and so did he of course. It takes a while, as he thrusts into her once, twice, and a third time, then Harry finally gives up to the call of his inner base nature.
With a roar, the young Lord thrusts forward into the cheerleader's vice like cunt, her hot wet insides massaging his length rhythmically as it finally gives up the chase and releases her prize deep within her.
He paints her womb white with his cum, and this time Amy's eyes roll back in her head, her back arching as this happens. Her mouth is wide open as well with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, and a loud and constant moan leaving her throat as she takes every last drop of his sticky white seed up inside of her.
Finally it over as Harry finish letting lose rope after rope of cum into her,and Amy's womb has been filled with cum, and then some. Harry could clearly see the slight bulge in her belly, as she looked pregnant with his child.
Leaning over her over-sized titties, Harry takes the young witch's lips, zeroing in on her pink lipstick like a homing missile as he captures her mouth with his own and kisses her deeply. The blonde-haired beauty is happy to reciprocate, their tongues dancing with one another as they begin to make out right then and there.
Harry's fingers dig into Amy's cum-covered titties as they kiss, and his cock, still buried in her cunt, twitches here and there, ready and willing to go again whenever he wants.
She lay atop him limply, like a sex toy rather than a real woman as he fucked her real good and hard, just like he wanted while he continued to groped her tits and give her a passion kiss.
Finally though all good things must come to an end, and Harry broke away from the kiss, letting go of her breasts in turn, then finally popping out of her.
Immediately his seed begin to spill out of her, but Hope was there to the rescue as she begin to lap it all up.
Letting her slide off of him, Harry sat back on his couch like a king, surveying all that belonged to him.
"Why don't you both clean my up before I continue," he advised, but they both knew what he wanted went.
Coming over to his cock, the two cheerleaders did their best to work together, while he lay there lazily, half-napping as two beautiful women serviced his huge schlong on either side of him.
Amy and Hope were both sprawled out on the soft rugged floor, laying prone. Their breasts jiggled nicely for him was an entertaining thing to watch while they leaned in together to give him a double blowjob.
Amy's tongue worked at his left side with Hope worked at his right, and sometimes they met in the middle, licking at his shaft and inadvertently kissing each other. After that they would break into small kissing sessions which really had him hard on as he enjoyed seeing them smack lips together.
Petting them softly as he stroked their lush manes, Harry lounged like that and simply enjoyed the spoils of triumphant conquest, while the two beauties happily licking and lapping at his dick.
Sighing back in his seat, this was really the life.
Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lyra stirring up from her insensed state he put her in.
"Ahhh, I see you are awake form your beauty sleep," Harry said with a wicked grin.
Looking around dumbly for a moment, she looked up at him then at her friends who were busy at work.
"Want to join? Harry asked as he indicated the spot in between the two cheerleaders. "I always say, the more the merrier!"
Stretching languidly as she got all the kinks out of her body, Lyra mused, "I guess this is much tamer than what you had me do."
"But you did enjoy it, huh?" he asked with a dark chuckle. "You face said it all."
"I might have," she said as she crawled up them, "but my poor bum," she sighed, "you totally ruined it."
Sinking to her knees between Harry's legs, Lyra seemed unable to resist going for a taste, taking up her own position at the south facing side of the largest piece of man meat she had of course ever seen.
"I am going to need to punish this little beauty," she murmured in between licks and laps of her tongue. "It really is a thing of pure savagery and... manliness," she allowed.
Both Amy and Hope gave the other cheerleader side long glances, but neither of them stopped their worship of Harry's giant schlong. He was so big that all three women were able to lick and lap and nuzzle at his length without touching each other the majority of the time, though of course there were times where their lips met and they would kiss around the sides of his dick.
"Alright," Harry said after a while of lazying around. "I think it's Hope's turn now," he said as he turned to face the dark haired witch.
"What do you say?" he asked with a grin.
Without a word, the dark haired cheerleader was up and about ready to go, he regarded her with a cocky grin, already seeing the lust and arousal growing in their eyes.
"Time to get your reward," he said as he begin to take her to town with his cock.
Walking up in the middle of the night, Hermione looked a the watch near her bed stand; 4:13.
She always prided herself on being the first to wake up in the school, and be the last one to go to sleep.
Top grades and perfect test scores did not just come out of nowhere, she always trying to better herself and become the perfect witch she could be.
And now more than ever, she needed to do better, after the loss against that Royal bitch, Pansy Parkinson. She knew she had a lot more to learn, she was perfect academically, but on the more practical side of magic she knew she could use some work.
Hurrying along with refreshing herself up, she made sure to be extra quiet for her friends that shared dorms with her. Packing up her school supplies, she wanted to head down to the library to get some extra study hours in.
Walking down the stairs of the girls' dormitory, Hermione came to the common room. Many students laid about as they were too wasted after the party last night.
She still couldn't believe how powerful harry had gotten over the summer. It was like he was a new and different person, no more was their that little boy she met on Hogwarts express towards their first year at Hogwarts.
Now there was a powerful and confident man in his place, and... a very handsome one as well.
She had never known what a charmer he would be, without his glasses no more you could feel the full effect of those wonderful emerald green eyes upon you. With just a look, he already had so many girls blushing over him, plus she had been able to get a feel for him and she noticed how strong he had gotten.
She couldn't deny she was attracted to him, before it was a small crush she had on him thanks to him always been there for him , and becoming her first best friend, and risking his life to save her on so many occasions like a knight in shining armor.
But now that he was a full on prince charming, she couldn't deny that crush became something more.
Avoiding the bodies of the students laid about, Hermione caught some motions up ahead.
Freezing in place, she saw bodies coalesce together and move in sensual manners. It was dark in her with no lights on, so she couldn't make out who they were, and it really wasn't her business who it was.
She could easily pass through and get to the portrait of the fat lady, however curiosity kept her rooted to the spot.
She looked at her feet slowly inch forward, and frowned at herself. What was she doing? This wasn't like her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths grew sharp and she finally came within seeing distance.
She squinted into the dimness of the couch area, and gasped at what she saw.
Hope, the Gryffindor Quidditch team cheerleader went up and down, her slender and yet very well toned arms wrapping around the neck of someone.
Looking down, she saw that the older girl rode the biggest cock Hermione had ever seen. Okay, to be honest, she had never seen a cock, but it wasn't like she was clueless, Lavender always went about the perfect slab of man meat. And this... this was way beyond that into true magnificence.
The cheerleader's bubble butt lurched up and down, striking ferociously at the tennis ball sized sacks. She was nearly half drooping over the edge of the person she grabbed on to tightly as she wildly jiggled on the man's lap.
The noise they were making was intense, and Hermione wondered how no one was waking up to this, then she connected the dots. They had sound proofing spells of course.
Unable to tear her eyes away, Hermione watched as Hope's tits bouncing wildly and she shuddered and crooned with her back in pleasure.
"Y-Yes!" the slutty cheerleader cried, then pitched forwards and kissed her lover deeply.
Her breath caught in her mouth as she saw who it was...
Harry, Harry Potter!
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, then from the corner of her eyes she caught the form of two other women kissing passionately.
He had three women... she shouted inside of her head.
Then Hermione looked down and realized her left hand was between her thighs, and she saw that she was subtly rubbing her needy pussy through the fabric of her black panties.
Immediately removing her hands from her panties which were damp to the touch, Hermione just couldn't believe what she had been doing. That was a total loss of control on her part, and looking over at Harry, her best friend and secret crush. She blamed it on him!
This was unfair, how could she resist that... monstrous thing between his leg.
Suddenly, Hope let out a loud scream as she clearly orgasmed on his cock. Harry also seem to cum as he grunted out like a beast and unloaded his seed into her.
Did they not even think about protecting themselves, she wondered. But she recalled a hundred different spells that prevented pregnancies, and even more that helped it along.
However now that they were finished, she had no time to waste, they might spot her any time. Thus dropping silently to the round, Hermione did her best to ease her beating heart.
"Look at the time," Harry said.
"What are you finished," one of the cheerleaders asked, the blonde one Hermione noted.
"Why don't we take this up to our room?" a dark skinned woman asked.
"Sure," Harry said with a shrug, "thanks Siri-... I mean my uncle that I know how to bypass the wards that protect the girls' dormitory.
Listening to them as they heading up to their room to continue their lovemaking, Hermione didn't know what to make of this.
Her best friend really had changed over the summer.
Chapter 75: Tracey Davis (R-18)
Waking up the next morning to a tangle of limbs and body parts. Harry groggily got up and looked around, the room was a total mess.
Ripped clothing laid everywhere, his seed and the girls' sexual fluid were all over the bed, the sheets, the floor, the table, the desk, and even the walls. Objects laid upturned, pillows were scattered about everywhere with feathers spilling out, all in all, it was a total mess.
They really went to work on the dorm, last night. Harry recalled the couch they laid in at the common room and was glad he cast a cleaning spell over it, to fix everything and get rid of the evidence.
Stirring awake, his eye meet Amy, the first to wake up, she smiled at him coyly as they gazed at each other. "Good morning, champion," she said with a wicked grin. "How did you like your little congratulation reward last night."
"Mmm," he said as he softly caressed her cheeks with the back of his hand while she leaned into it. "I got to say then, I will need a bunch more congratulatory sexy rewards," he answered back.
"Then do what you do," she said, "WIN!"
Chuckling softly, "you really make it sound so easy."
"Well isn't for you?" she asked as she snaked up to him and gave his ear a light sensual bite.
"Well there aren't any quidditch games this season," he murmured, "so won't you guys feel very lonely without me."
"Mmm," she said as her hand snaked down to his crotch, "Already looking out for number one I see," she said as she begin to give his cock a few long, hard strokes.
"I got to," he whispered to her as he begin to kiss along her neck, then finding it to his amusement, he started to suckle at her neck.
"I guess we could make up for all those past victories you had," she mused out loud, "like those quidditch games you won, the evil professor you defeated, the dangerous beast that you killed, and the criminal you got ride of and his dark jailors."
"Man, that is a lot now that you mention it," Harry said distractedly as he softly bite her neck, getting a gasp out of her.
"You deserve it," she moaned as his fingers found their way to her honey pot. "You deserve it all, O, great and magnificent hero," she joked.
"I see that you guys are already at it," a voice interpreted them.
Turning around they saw Lyra who was up and about, staring at them with a raised eyebrows and crossed arms.
"What to join?" Harry asked with a knowing grin.
"I do," a soft voice whispered from behind him.
Feeling arms wrap around his neck and lips begin to kiss the small of his back, he already knew who it was, Hope.
"Yea, and get ruined some more? How am going to get to classes if I can't walk?" she asked, giving them each a look.
"What, I already saw you limping," Amy giggled.
"So what will happen to me if I continue?" she asked with raised arms.
"Why don't you find out," Hope said, showing some semblance of an expression than her usual quietness.
"Don't worry," Harry said, "We got the whole weekend to ourselves. No classes, no homework, no professors, no studying, just us and..."
"Some more sex," Amy finished for him as she begin to kiss her way down his body and towards his already erect shaft.
"Why do I think this is a bad idea?" Lyra wondered to herself. Then letting out a long sigh as she glanced at his shlong sideways, to avoid any looks, which Amy was already administering with her tongue. She muttered, "Okay, just one session wouldn't hurt."
But they all knew it would be more than one small session, Harry wondered if they would even leave the bed this whole weekend.
Now that would be a sex marathon that would go down for the ages!
Walking down the halls of Hogwarts with a contented sigh, Harry felt more than relaxed and ready to tackle the week of school ahead of him.
After what went down the last two days, and Friday night, he was more than loosened up, if you would. He did miss out on his lordly duties that he usually likes to take care of on the weekend went where there is no classes waiting for him. But come on, who in their right mind wouldn't decide to skip on a weekend of boring meetings, reviews, and paperwork and just having great, awesome sex.
Anyways, he had the capacity to reschedule them all, so who cares.
With his Monday coming to an end as he finished up all his classes, Harry decided to get some studying in.
"So want to go to the library?" Harry asked Hermione who was right besides him.
She looked far off, as something seem to be distracting her, but when he addressed her, she immediately turned around o look at him with unfocused. "Huh?" she asked.
"I said do want to go to the library to get some studying in?" he repeated for her. "Professor McGonagall, sure gave us a lot to get done."
"Oh, no," she quickly answered, "I got somewhere else to be," she said. Then having him a wane smile, she headed off in a hurry.
Looking at her disappear around a corner, Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Do you know what's wrong with her?" he asked Neville who was on his left.
"Girls," he said with a shrug, "you can never understand them."
"True that," he said with a nod, he didn't know why but he had the feeling all day that she had been avoiding him. Plus she had this distracting feel about her which he did not understand, Hermione was always the picture of perfectness. But now however... he just couldn't put his hands on it.
With a sigh, he waved goodbye to Neville, he wanted to go to the gardens to study some plants of course.
Grabbing a snack from the kitchens before he headed off to the library, Harry walked down the hallways of the school. The hour was now getting late as supper approached and most students' classes were over, so the place was empty.
Turning a corner as he stuffed the rest of his food into his mouth, someone grabbed a hold of his wrist.
Moving on reflects more than anything, Harry unclasped his hand from whoever grabbed him, and pushed them up against the wall with his now free hand. Then with his other hand, he pulled out his wand, and pointed it at the assailant's face.
Looking down at whoever he had up against the wall, his wand lowered as he uttered in surprise, "Tracey?! What? How!" he stammered out in confusion.
"Let go of me?" she growled as she pushed up against him, but with the extra muscle he put on, she got nowhere.
Letting go of her, the young woman tripped up forward as she nearly fell without his weight holding her up. Dusting herself up, as she glared up at him, she said nothing but sniff prettily.
"What are you doing?" Harry finally posed as confusion was posted all over his face.
"Did you already forget what you promised?" she asked with a snort as she crossed her arms together.
"Ahhh, that," he said as he recalled the promise he made to her after their little duel.
"Well," he said with a dark chuckle, "are you sure you are up to it?" he asked as he faced her head on. "Are you sure you are willing to do anything I say to get Daphne's attention?"
"Yes," she answered begrudgingly.
"Good, good," he said then grabbing hold of her, he lead her to an empty room after glancing about in the hallway to see if there was anyone about.
Shutting the door behind him, Tracey looked at him with an unease growing inside of her. "What... are you doing?"
"Nothing," he said with a shrug, then using his glib tongue to good effect, he answered. "But didn't you say you would be willing to do anything to get Daphne?"
"Y-yes," she said hesitantly as the scowl she had was gone and it gave way to insecurity.
"Well then, I am here to teach you all that," he said as he walked up to her and slowly brushes a few of her bangs free off of her face and begin to caress her cheeks.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"What do I mean?" he repeated, "Well what are you going to do, if you win Daphne, huh? Do you even know what is required?"
"I... I..."
"Shhh," Harry said as he put his finger over her lips. "that is why I am here. I will help you with everything, okay?!"
"What are you doing?" she said as she watched him begin to strip in front of her.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Harry asked in confusion as he didn't pause in the least bit. Then turning to face her, he said, "If you don't just tell me. I can go away."
"I..." she once again stuttered.
But Harry overruled her, giving her no time to think, "Remove your clothing," he commanded to which she followed through with it.
Humans, you show them one thing or take the lead, they follow right behind you.
Unfortunately, unlike so many other amazing reveals as his partner took their time to slowly and very sensually take off their clothes, Tracey's removal of her clothing didn't result in any of that.
She mechanically took off her school robes, revealing her undergarments underneath it. Sadly it was a boring thing which really belonged in the 18th century more than anything as it was barely more tantalizing than her robe.
"Come here," Harry said as he pointed his wand at her, and her clothing poofed away like it was never there to begin with.
Letting out a loud girlish scream as she covered herself with her hands and squatted on the floor.
Harry couldn't help it as she chuckled out loud, looking at him with a deep scowl that looked like she wanted to swallow him up. Harry grinned down at her, as he removed his boxers, "What are you going to scream and hide your assets when you get Daphne to bed?"
Staring wide eyed with her mouth partially hanging open, Tracey took in the full glory of his erect pillar.
"Is this your first time seeing a man's dick?" he asked with a grin.
"Shut up," she answered, humiliation and embarrassment clear on her face, and she turned her head around.
"Don't worry," he said as he laced his fingers through her hair while inadvertently bringing her closer to his tool so that she got a full taste of his musk. "It won't bite!"
But he didn't add, it would penetrate.
"Now," he said as he pointed his man to a few desks and transformed them into a bed. It was a decrepit thing since the material wasn't the best but it would do.
Getting on the bed, he waved her over, "Come on, let me teach you how to pleasure your partner. Or else she wouldn't find your presence suitable," he added, "and might find pleasure elsewhere."
The grey eyed witch walked closer to him, the way her arms continued to flinch betraying her lack of familiarity with the process, something that became very apparent when she fumbled to get on the bed.
"Come here," he ordered, "yeah bring your little button here," he said as he got her in a 69 sex position.
"Good," he finally said as her listing pussy was right in front of him.
She on the other hand was face to face with his throbbing shaft, and stared open mouth at it while her eyes danced up and down.
Another chuckle escaped his mouth, and Harry asked, "Isn't it magnificent up close and personal?"
"Shut up," Tracey repeated again in a murmur, but it did little against the blush that was determined to spread across her face. She avoided trying to look back at him, her eyes singularly stuck on his size.
Without even a command from him, her hand reached to his shaft, but just as her fingers caressed his skin she seem to come back to herself. Then glanced back at him, unsure, "It's okay," Harry said with a soft smile, "You can touch it if you want, and then some..."
Grabbing his cock as she wrapping her hands around his shaft, her fingers barely able to touch around his girth. Nevertheless, Harry took in a sharp intake of breath, "Not to hard," he advised as she held in in a vise grip. Letting up as a giggle escaped her lips, Harry got a taste of his own medicine per say.
"Okay," he said as he put her through the step by step process. "Start stocking it. Yea, like that. Good, very good," he complimented her as she got the hang of it.
Sticking his tongue out, Harry also got started with his own work, as he begin to treat her pussy to his magical tongue.
Moaning loudly with his cock still in his hands, he smirked as he too increased his pace which got even a louder moan from her.
Feeling competitive, the lesbian witch tried to up the antics as she started moving in a surprisingly enjoyable rhythm, showing what a quick learner she was as she putting all her skills to good use and moved up and down at an evolving rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
He was rather surprised and said in a nonchalant manner as she continued to deliver her treatment. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Her other hand joined the fray immediately, working the bottom half of his shaft, occasionally drifting down to his balls.
Harry had to admit, the treatment was exquisite for a beginner that saw a cock for the first time, it was like magic itself built her for this, to handle cocks instead of pussies, he thought with a chuckle.
Saying nothing more on the matter, he used one of his favorite tricks, he licked to use on a woman he was eating out of. Sticking his tongue deep inside her cunt he started speaking in a language that wasn't human at all, but one of the serpents, Parseltongue.
Going wide eyes, she had no chance at all as she squirted some sexual juices. Her whimpers and her whines and her cries turn into purely wanton and lewd moans.
Harry wasn't down with her in the least bit. He goes further still, and all he gets is more enthusiastic moans. Increasing his speed, soon he had her moaning out loud like a banshee as she all but forgot about his cock in her hands.
The grey eyed witch squirmed on top of him as he could feel a release close at hand, carrying on. Then Tracey cums and she cums hard, as her head tilts back across one of his shoulders.
She was racked by shivers as her essence left her in a flood, her mouth open to let out a scream but nothing escaped at all as the bliss was too much that it left her silent.
Getting up, and letting her drop to his side, all Harry sees was an insensate, twitching mess. Even though she was a quick study, she was still new at it all, and couldn't even handle the lightest touches of his.
It was obvious they needed to finish up their lessons later.
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