Chapter 11 – Unexpected Burrow Trip
A/N: Thank you everyone for the reviews and support, it means a lot through the hours of writing when I struggle to make these sentences flow together, you understand.
This chapter is a little shorter, but I was halfway through the next chapter before I decided this one should be entertaining and couldn't be skipped. Spoiler, next chapter begins the will reading and shouldn't be long to come out. This is definitely M rated, enjoy if you wish or skip but be warned.
This chapter is quite risqué I think, but the beginning is the effects of magic, the second part is a fantasy, and the last part is one to get some more experience writing scenes like this and two, detailing a bit plot with Ron the Rat. I'm not sure if I'll add more like this or just with Hermione and Daphne, maybe some of the other women I have plans for, but let me know in a review or PM.
Quick question, how many people are interested in a PJ story and a crossover with Glee? I know some of you are thinking argh but trust me I think I could make it work and I even have a few epic scenes thought out. Reason I'm asking is because I want to know if I should develop it starting now while I continue this or wait until I've finished this. Either way both stories are likely to be massive, please let me know in a PM or review and add in a piece that you liked or didn't from this chapter, thanks.
Disclaimer: Obviously JK Rowling owns HP rights. I wonder if they could actually be bought of her.
Harry POV:
The next morning went quite well, for a Tuesday that is. I awoke to Dudley crying into his pillow and after showering, saw Petunia looking worried in her tired state. Vernon was already at work, but I knew his dreams would have haunted him, I grabbed some eggs and bacon and went upstairs. Hedwig latched her eyes on my or more specifically my plate as I entered the room and she smelt her daily treat. 'Who knew a phoenix enjoyed bacon?' I thought, obviously Hedwig could understand me and replied a sarcastic and simple, 'Me, duh.' Damn that bird, I smirked back. She fit my personality so well, and with a trill ring like the hoot she used to give me, I could tell she agreed. Getting properly dressed for the day, I changed into my new Timberland boots, a thin grey jumper, and blue jeans. I looked in the mirror at myself and liked what I saw. 'Damn familiar magic, ego's increased to the size of Hedwig's!' I sighed to myself before being interrupted with a soft screech as Hedwig blasted in my mind, 'Give over, I'm not that bad but I am beautiful.' She stated flapping her wings. Shared traits were common with familiars, so far it was the ego, bacon and flying we shared.
I looked over the room onto my desk where the letter Hedwig had received yesterday for me lay. There was a reason I hadn't looked at it until now. It was from Ginny, and I could smell the stench of a love potion masking the envelop. Sighing, since I knew I had to get it over with and read whatever they said, I moved to the desk and started a little nullifying charm specifically for the love potion itself before reading the contents of the letter.
Dear Harry,
Mam told me how Dumbledore won't let you leave your muggle family to come see us like usual for a week or two. I miss you so much, so I decided to get Fred and George make a little gift, all you have to do is say what.
Hope to see you soon,
Love Ginny xx
I am stupid. Let it be known. But I do have to admit, her little trick was a great trap. She knew exactly how I would read what she had said and automatically say "What?" In that instant I understood what she done, as my body tugged and shifted in different directions. She had used a portkey on me, damn witch! I appeared in the small patch of field close to the Burrow, in sight of the kitchen table where none other than the witch of the hour herself, Ginny sat instantly seeing me appear. Fuck, there goes apparition back and avoiding this whole thing. I started to walk inside seeing as Ginny was already leaving her chair to greet me and trap me further. She barrelled at me, not in a cute way either like Hermione did, I mean barrelled at me like she had lost me and was angry that she had.
"Harry! Where were you? I've been worried for ages, I thought you were lost or something oh my-" She tore into me, before seeing the difference in my stature and features. She looked over my body first, I should have expected it but I still felt exposed, I used to time to quickly morph my facial features, like my hair and my scar to be more apparent. Couldn't have her thinking something was up before the right time now could we. Speaking of which she responded her delight to the change in my body, being taller and fitter with solid muscles clearly made her even more desperate to hook me. She purred into my ear as she pressed herself against me in a hug, whispering that she was very worried yesterday and this morning and she could think of a way for me to help her calm down and relax. Fortunately, I didn't have to create a response as I gently moved her away, even though I wanted to shove her, while Molly and Ron appeared in the kitchen.
"Harry! What are you doing here?" The Rat spoke, anyone else sensing the attitude or was I supposed to be so charmed that I wouldn't notice? I guess I didn't before they were broken, though now I saw how Molly shot him a look at his tone while Ginny moved closer to me again from where I had moved. I was about to say the truth telling them, I was basically kidnapped! Then I realised they were likely in on the plan, even though Ron did seem shocked to see me. I didn't even have the chance, before I could utter a word, Ginny bust in saying, "Harry didn't know, he just told me Dumbledore changed his mind and brought him." She looked at Ron and her mother before looking at me. I knew I had no choice to follow along, if I disagreed or argued it would reveal I wasn't under the compulsions anymore.
"Oh well that man!" Mrs. Weasley started saying in her motherly tone to me, "Oh but let me look at you, haven't you grown Harry? You look wonderful, have you been eating properly?" She asked me. For a second I could see a little glint in her eyes as I recognised the insulation behind her words, are you free of your bonds? Replying back, I smiled half-heartedly as if a bit sad but glad to see her, "Mrs. Weasley, no it's been a few bad weeks but I'm okay I guess a random growth spurt hit me a few days ago." I avoided the question of being fed, like it was a sore subject and quickly moved on, I think that did it for her and convinced her I was as usual as she told me that was over and went to make some food for me. Laced with potions I bet myself, 'One thousand she doesn't to buy me that new enchanted arcromantula silk hoodie I really liked the look off. Five thousand she does, and I'll give it to the St. Mungo's for new supplies and staff. They could get some new treatments from me after I had dealt with Voldemort though.' I mused.
Ron the Rat broke out of his attitude as Molly moved over to the stove to make me some food, he sat down on the left of me with Ginny to the right. Trapped, I guessed. The Rat spoke to me like I was missing for the last few weeks, telling me about quidditch teams how this year he was finally game enough to try out for the Gryffindor team. He buzzed slightly like he wanted to give me some news, so I asked him to tell him to just tell me. "McGonagall made you team captain this year Harry! Me and Ginny can already start planning our strategies with you letting us on the team already." He stated proudly leaning back as if he had solved a masterpiece problem. I sighed behind my mental barriers but smirked outwardly and agreed with him. He and Ginny smiled to each other thinking I was as normal as ever. Molly then came over with a plate stacked with food, I thought how I would usually be so grateful for the amount of food after being so starved and looked forced my eyes wide as I thanked her. Yep, I owe the hospital a donation. The whole plate was packed of food with different potions in a different piece of food. Bacon had a loyalty charm to Ron; the eggs were a love potion to Ginny. Even the fork and knife were charmed to make me trust Dumbledore. I grimaced as sent the nullifying charms into each of them, again showing my gratitude to Molly for feeding me. I ate the regular food, leaving some eggs after eating one since I had already eaten. I finished quite fast and Molly looked worried that I hadn't finished all of it, before I stated the apparition from Dumbledore had unsettle me a bit, she moved my plate to the sink satisfied with my answer as my attention became focused the Rat who was looking over my clothes. He seemed agitated as they looked good, 'Even better on me,' I thought as I told him Dudley was sent some wrong sized clothes as a present. 'This isn't working.' I thought, seeing him look unsure still, I changed the topic onto sixth year and how Draco would be angry with his father's imprisonment. 'Boom,' I thought, he took it the bait like a fish. With the conversation now fully invested into the Malfoy family and the trial Lucius had just been sentenced with, I escaped from Ginny and the Rat. I was about to go outside to look for Fred or George and convince them to send me back, with the excuse I had nothing with me. Or even to disappear myself, but I didn't have the chance as Molly saw me rise from the table.
"Harry dear, did Dumbledore tell you that you're the team captain this year?" She looked happy for me, asking me what my plans were and who I was adding to the team, laughing as I said I would have to have Ron and Ginny without a doubt. She then asked me how Dumbledore was with me, making sure I felt comfortable with him still before she immediately shifted her focus on me and Ginny. 'How fucking awesome?' I thought. She asked me how my and Ginny were getting along and if me and her had got to know each other yet instead of just knowing her through Ron.
"Mrs. Wea- "I began, getting interrupted as she told me to call her Molly, or Mam if I wanted too. My head swirled with rage, she wanted me to call her my Mam. Was she bloody mental or just taking me as a joke? Smiling I continued, "Molly, me and Ginny are close, but I think we are too young to think about relationships till maybe after school?" I asked her, like an awkward teenager. Grabbing me by my shoulder she moved us further into the next room, until she stopped and looked at me to say, "Harry you and Ginny have been through so much already these past years and there is so much more we will all have to go through. After the Battle at the Ministry, she has been missing you, she's been ever so worried for you with Sirius being gone." She pulled the grief card, trying to get me softer to manipulate I reasoned.
"Molly it just isn't safe, maybe after the war or something, maybe she should find someone else without all this trouble hanging over them." I tried to reason, of course without any real effort. It wasn't like I was trying to change them; they had already chosen and followed their decisions when they continued drugging me over these years. I just simply continued playing the game for them. Molly looked pleased with my answer, like I had declared I liked Ginny but was scared for her safety, realistically I had just told her she wasn't safe with me. Not because of the war, because of me. Voldemort would mean nothing compared to me if I was stuck with her, now I was free I would fight constantly against her if I was still somehow forced into a marriage. I nearly laughed as I imagined her planning ways to kill me for my money while I dodged each effort and continued to mock and torment her.
"That is wise, Harry. Clearly you care for her, but maybe it is safer for you both to wait, but don't let that keep you from love Harry. Ginny is of age and wants only you from what she's told me." Molly stated like it was a update on the weather from the news and not too much information about her daughter. She had basically implied Ginny was a virgin waiting to be fucked by me, confirmed by her daughter herself. I felt a little sick. Now I had the images of Ginny starting to spread her legs and I actually forced my mind to freeze and restart like a computer. I made some images of Hermione laughing at a joke I told her appear to keep me from drifting to the dark side of being lured sexually into a trap.
I nearly yelled out in praise as I saw Fred and George come into the room, stopping me from replying to Molly as I moved over to them and started a conversation about their and our business. I told them I may have some personal pranks I was developing I could sell the designs to the shop and soon enough it was a regular funny conversation with the twins. I was grateful, they had saved me from their mother and sister, as the Rat was immersed in a quidditch magazine, and provided me with a laugh I had needed since getting here. My mind was firmly made. Fred and George had no part in the manipulations against me, I could guess Arthur didn't either. It must only be Molly, Ginny and the Rat, perhaps Percy but he was too focused on his career realistically. That shortened my anxiety of being surrounded by Molly and Ginny, but I knew it may be difficult for the rest of them to find out about all this at the reading. I decided to have the goblins offer them a potion to remove charms and potion effects on them until they could be properly cleansed before revealing to them what had happened.
Speaking of the will reading, I noticed how no one said anything about it. Molly and the youngest must have been made aware by Dumbledore not to mention it in front of me and I guessed Molly had made the twins swear not to mention it because I was still grieving, I bet. Quite elaborate, wasn't it? Their whole plans, I wonder if Voldemort could have been defeated with the amount of effort being put in to keep me controlled. Guess I wouldn't ever know.
After a while, Fred and George had to go for supply meetings for the business and I was soon bored. Between hearing the Rat complain about things like prefect duties and Hermione not replying to him and then Ginny with her moaning about O.W. L's and some clothes she couldn't get. I saw those eyes, gleaming with the hope I would jump to offer my money and pay for her, I glanced away and saw Molly approaching with a medium sized cake, she offered me a slice saying it was because they had missed my birthday, while she watched waiting for me to eat some. I glanced down looking at the piece of cake as it slightly glowed with the powerful love magic coursing through it. I could tell the potion was powerful, too powerful. I smiled back at Molly as I forced magic to subtly alter the magic to make the piece safer as the love magic changed. I managed to break the magic keying me to love Ginny, but I failed to make the magic disperse. The best I could manage was to alter the magic's course, changing the love to pleasure, I guess I had no choice either fall for Ginny or have my senses heightened and directed to pleasure.
It wasn't a hard decision. I wasn't going to be a slave to Ginny, but a slave to my own pleasure for a while that I could deal with. I moaned as I took a bite of the cake, feeling the magic course through me increasing my bodies' desire to feel pleasure. Molly grinned openly at my reaction, thinking I would soon turn to Ginny and be adored with her, unable to shift my mind from Ginny alone, she was wrong. My mind refused to shift from the idea of fucking Ginny yes, but not loving Ginny. My body soon started shaking as I ate a small piece more of cake and enjoyed the rush of magic. I wondered for a moment if love potions were illegal because they were like magic infused drugs? Whatever though my mind was focused on feeling good soon, but I knew I couldn't do anything. Ginny is a dirty manipulative bitch, desperate for me to love her only for my fame and money, there was no way I was going to let her have the chance to get my cum. Never mind I wouldn't touch her since I had my Hermione, damn. My mind locked onto some images of Hermione; I'm not going to go into detail but let's just say I they were my imaginations of Hermione at her dirties, all for me. I could feel me starting to harden under the table, my mind still thinking of Hermione I noticed Molly nod to Ginny who rose.
"Harry why don't we go upstairs for a bit? I could show you something about quidditch I've been waiting since earlier too." Ginny leaned over to me to say in my ear, my eyes were glued to the breasts staring right in front of my face. Oh, damn I actually did want to go up and see what she had to give me. My cock throbbed as it agreed in my trousers. No! She wouldn't get what she wanted, me or my money or my cock. I belonged to Hermione as she did to me, with that I nearly growled as I thought of the Rat trying to trick Hermione like this. The growl made Ginny shiver as she thought I was liking her idea; she began pulling on my arm and I couldn't stop myself from rising. My pants were clearly hiding something from view as they bulged out, Ginny and Molly dropped their eyes to gaze at it, gasping while I felt Ginny tighten her grip on my arm. Ron the Rat however burned red, at first, I thought it was anger that I could be about to sort his sister right out. But then I laughed actually out loud as I realised, he was burning with jealousy and embarrassment as I remembered how little he was from sharing a dormitory with him for years. Ron must have realised what I was laughing at and soon glared at me before his mother made him leave the room, knowing he could do something and ruin whatever plan they had. Now I was stuck between a mother and daughter who were trying to drug me and bed me, with a massive hard on. 'Fantastic.' I thought sarcastically, my mind drifting to what Hermione was going to be like when I told her. Of course, I had to tell her, otherwise she would find out and wouldn't understand since I didn't tell her, duh!
Thinking of Hermione of course made things ten times worse. As Molly and Ginny both drifted closer to me and hugged each side of me, I felt Ginny trail her hand down to my bulge. My mind racing with the idea of Hermione doing this was soon met with the thought of her mother joining in and jacking off my hard dick, just as Molly started to lower her hands. That snapped me out of it, was I fuck going to be basically molested by Ginny and her mother! My mind cleared for a while which I thanked Magic herself, as I moved across the room with my pants standing out proudly in front of me.
"No, I must leave now thank you for the cake, Molly." I began seeing the way I said her name make Molly shiver. Her eyes were still glued to my dick before I said that, as were Ginny's whose eyes remained unlike her mothers', snapping up to my face at my words. "I erm have to go, my stuff isn't here I'm see you soon. Winky!" I shouted out; my mind still stuck between not revealing how in control of myself I was, in mind at least, and the pleasure the magic was pumping into my body, specifically my piece of equipment. I didn't realise what I had done as a female elf popped into the room, scaring both Molly and Ginny at her appearance, not to mention the elf herself as she looked at her master with a hard dick in his pants. It was the first time since she came into service, she had ever witnessed me like this, my mind registered before realising how I revealed my house elf to Molly, who would tell Dumbledore as soon as she could. Molly assured me off this as she quickly argued that I should free her, resulting in Winky wailing as she cried for me not to release her. Coming up with a quick plan, for this situation and the one at whole I moved over to the table, my cock still throbbing hard as I moved and grabbed the cake. I looked over to Molly and Ginny who were still watching the scene with an awed look as their eyes settled back on my large moving bulge.
"Molly, this is Winky. A house elf Dumbledore decided to give the Dursleys' after Sirius' death to convince them to take me back." I explained, trying to minimise the damage of what Molly now knew. I smirked as she nodded her head understanding while just starting at the outline of my cock, straining in the blue jeans I wore. "Thank you for the cake, goodbye." I stated, not waiting for a reply as they would only try to stop me, I grabbed hold of Winky's hand and popped out of existence from the Burrow.
Me and Winky popped back into existence in my bedroom at Privet Drive, the elf giving me a fearful look as I gave her the cake I had hold off while my raging dick ached in my pants. "Winky, I'm sorry you have to see and hear what you did back there, I'm currently under the influence of a love turned pleasure potion. Can you take the cake to Dobby and ask him to take it to Amelia, tell him what I said and to tell Amelia too?" I told her softly, she was a bit embarrassed to be so close to me as I was like this, I could tell and when she nodded, I was glad she left the room. That didn't solve my problem, however.
Damn I was frustrated. After ten minutes the potion and charms weren't wearing off or even down a little as my cock still stood at full length. I started at it as I lay on the bed, my clothes scattered round the room, my hand ached to sort myself out, but I refused to give into the magic, I didn't want it to control me even to give myself release. My mind oddly thought about asking one of the elves to ask Hermione to see me, but I knew that seemed a little weird like I was asking her to do me instead of when we were ready. Sadly, that thought brought to mind the images of earlier, Hermione naked and under me, begging to some satisfaction just like my cock as it pulsed. 'Damn fucking lust potion, I'm going to have to do something or my balls are going to explode.' I thought, raging with arousal and anger that Molly had drugged me. Great, there was those thoughts of Ginny and her mother touching me as if they were both going to do me right there and then in that kitchen. Fuck I needed to cum so badly. My mind couldn't resist thinking of the possibilities from in the kitchen, me fucking Ginny in front of her mother hard and fast before taking Molly after her daughter. The threesome was so fucking hot, and it made my cock heat up even more, it felt like a god damn fire. The fantasy soon turned to Hermione, taking off my pants and grasping me before taking me in her mouth. I broke. My hand wrapped around my shaft to begin pumping as the vision continued, Hermione begged me to fuck her and make her scream. I groaned as the feeling of pleasure quickly increased since I gave in, the magic finally doing what it was supposed to do and building my release. I felt like I was a dam, with the magic as a bomb about to explode to let the water be released. My eyes closed I saw Hermione deepthroating me and Ginny to the side on the floor sharing my massive dick between them as the cum started to rise in my balls. After a few more minutes the scene changed to Hermione and her mother, the thought breaking me in half as I saw them suck my cock like a lollypop. The cum shot out of me and I could imagine it covering them as it covered my stomach. 'That was the hottest fantasy I have ever had.' I thought when I was done. I cleaned myself off and thought how I shouldn't be imaging my fiancée's mother fucking me with her daughter.
I sat down on the bed just before Dobby popped in, thank whoever was watching out for me it wasn't before I was done, and listened as he told me Amelia was enraged with the dangerous love potion mixed with charms to become more effective. The evidence for a case between the Weasleys and Dumbledore was ready. I grinned, knowing this would soon be over with. At least until I looked back down after Dobby has left, seeing a tent starting to grow back in my pants. 'Powerful indeed.' I thought as I laid back down and began another fantasy, this time trying to imagine Daphne from what I had seen of her in Hogwarts, with Hermione. I moaned imagining them with their tongues out…
Third Person POV:
Harry suppressed a groan as his hand reached his thick dick. The imagination was a powerful thing and becomes even more visual when desire and pleasure was mixed in. Never mind magic. His length ached as he beat it, slowly as the Hermione he imagined was with her mouth around him. He wanted her and he wanted her bad. Then he moved his gaze to the right of him, imagining another person slowly engulf his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Daphne. He shivered, his imagination running wild thinking of the girl he had never actually spoken too gagging on his girth. She moved back and forth with precision, even though he didn't know what she was like with a cock in her mouth. His balls scrunched as he thought of Hermione playing with them, as Daphne licked his cock from the base to the tip. 'Her tongue was a delight,' He thought. After another few minutes, his imagination had run its course, as were the creamy thick cum from his balls. He grunted loudly, not caring about being heard as the cum raced through his veiny dick, splattering on his chest as each rope continued intensely. A minute later, Harry's chest was laden with his potent cum, causing him to think of how a girl would look if he had done this to her. The thought caused his slowly softening cock to bob, refusing to rise once again but liking the thought, as it returned to its usual length of five inch. Now he was soft he cleaned his chest and began his usual training again.
At the Burrow:
Molly Weasley was beside herself. Never had she acted in such a way to another male other than her husband! And to the much younger Harry Potter of all people too! She didn't know what had overcome her, 'The magic she had made into that cake should have only affected Harry.' She thought. A younger boy, the same age as her son and who she was trying to make her son-in-law and would have loved if she weren't planning to have him impregnate Ginny, marry her and then die to leave his fortune to his large new family. She frowned at herself as she remembered reaching to touch the huge bulge in his trousers, where Ginny already was and became disgusted as she found it arousing in the moment. Now though as she thought of her actions and could her the soft bouncing moans coming from her daughters room, she shuttered, sickly at her actions but knew she now wanted a small taste of the Chosen One, Harry Potter.
Ginny is a different story; she wasn't raging at her actions like her mother was. In fact, she was quite pleased even though Harry had eventually refused and left all of a sudden. She blamed that on her mother, scaring him off like that instead of leaving like she had when she made Ron leave. Ginny let loose another moan as her fingers drifted in her wet soaking pussy imagining Harry and his hard cock taking her like she had dreamed off since her mother and Dumbledore first told her what she should do after her second year. Fuck Harry Potter. Bear a child and make him marry you. That was what she was told to do, and she wanted to do it. Her pussy trembled as her fingers stuck deeper inside her, her moans soft to the ears but reflecting her pleasure in intensity. Her moans were loud, and she knew it. She couldn't give a damn, her mother had made her crave Harry and her brother knew her role while the rest of her family was out, working and providing for the family. She thought of his eyes, his deep green emerald eyes and how beautiful they would look on their son, yes, she imagined having his son above all as she fingered herself and played with her clit. Crying out as she came, imagining the big cock spurting inside of her, the thick seed finding her egg and making her bare a child. She loved it and her pussy loved it, gushing over her hand and mattress below her she lost herself in her pleasure. Little did she know on the other side of her wall, a small hole allowed Ron the Rat to see his younger sister fucking herself, as he moaned jerking what seemed like a pre-teen's cock compared to the beast Harry carried under those pants. He moaned softly seeing his sister cum over her hand and bed as his cock spewed weak little jets of cum twice on the wall. It was thin and ghostly, barely able to do its job and find an egg. See Ron had liked to use his sister as a visual aid to get off for some time now, ever since she started growing into a real woman, as he thought about Hermione, he used his sisters body to imagine taking her and making her his. The Rat moved close the little hole, making sure he wasn't seen as he moved to go downstairs and find more food to eat.
A/N: I hope some of you decide to review with suggestions on the PJ story or if this scene was good/bad, before I make up some more of them for later on in the story. Thank you for reading, enjoy the next chapter.
