This chapter is pretty fucked up but it helps to illustrate how depraved a certain character is.
Gryffindor Table, 9/17/1995, 1995
Draco was still trying to process what he had seen last night, Potter and Ginny had kissed. He thought Ron was jumping to the wrong conclusion but he couldn't deny what he'd seen.
Draco watched Ginny enter the hall followed seconds later by Ron and Hermione.
Ron looked beside himself, clearly what they had seen last night was still at the forefront of his mind.
"It's about time you two got up," Draco admonished as his two friends took a seat.
"Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night" Ron scowled.
"Yeah I get that, it has me a bit boggled as well," Draco admitted.
"What are you two talking about?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"Potter was out with Ginny again last night," Draco answered and was surprised when Hermione's face tightened.
"Oh?" Hermione said stiffly.
"Yeah, they're going on a date this afternoon," Ron scowled.
"And then they kissed," Draco added surprised when Hermione looked like she had swallowed a lemon, her countenance closely resembling Ron's at the moment.
"She kissed him?" Hermione hissed.
"Yeah," Ron said with a scowl as Ginny entered the hall with Demelza Robins.
"That little bint," Hermione muttered darkly as she glared at Ginny.
"Oi, that's my sister," Ron exclaimed, giving Hermione an indignant look.
"Sorry but she has no business coming onto him," Hermione huffed indignantly.
"I guess that rumour I heard from the Slytherins is true after all," Neville said, giving Hermione a disgusted look.
"What rumour?" Draco demanded.
"From what I heard, Harper saw Granger and Potter shagging in a secret passageway," Neville answered.
"Hermione, please tell me that isn't true," Draco said
"Whether it is or not is none of your business," Hermione hissed before she got up from her seat and stormed out of the hall.
"You can't be serious," Ron said, giving Neville a horrified look.
"That's the rumor going around Slytherin," Neville shrugged.
"I am not sure I believe it," Draco said flatly.
"I didn't either until I saw her reaction a moment ago," Neville shrugged.
"But he hates muggleborns," Draco said, having a hard time accepting what Neville was saying.
"Granger is very attractive, I imagine his bits overrode his pureblood sensibilities," Neville chuckled.
"I can't believe she would sleep with Potter," Ron scowled.
"You don't use your eyes, do you? She has had a thing for him since third year," Neville snorted.
"She does seem to stare at the Slytherin table a lot," Draco said thoughtfully.
"I think Potter may have gotten may have gotten more than he bargained for messing around with Granger," Neville smirked.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked dumbly.
"It looks like she is becoming obsessed with him," Neville shrugged.
"She did look furious when she heard about Ginny kissing him," Draco conceded.
"Ginny is another matter altogether, she and Potter are getting close so you might want to keep an eye on her when Hermione's around," Neville warned.
"I'm more worried about Potter being around Ginny than Hermione," Ron exclaimed.
"I wouldn't be," Neville shrugged.
"Why not?" Draco asked before Ron could give a heated retort.
"Word is, he plans to court her, if he goes by the old ways then nothing untoward will happen between them until an agreement is reached," Neville explained.
"You can't be serious?" Ron muttered.
"All of the signs are there if you think about it, I'll bet you anything he will give her something expensive as a show of his intentions very soon," Neville predicted.
"Mum and dad would never agree to an arrangement with a Potter," Ron exclaimed.
"It's not up to them, Septimus Weasley is your bead of house," Neville pointed out.
"Bloody hell, my grandfather would go along with it in a heartbeat if the brideprice was right," Ron said, his face showing how horrified he was at this realization.
"And James Potter would gladly pay twice the normal price to have Ginny as a daughter-in-law," Draco said as he thought about what Neville had just said.
"He would, Ginny is the only Weasley girl born in seven generations which makes her a valuable commodity since it's a proven fact that the Weasley line sires male heirs," Neville agreed.
"So what do we do, my grandfather won't listen to anyone?" Ron asked
"No idea, all I can tell you is that you need to watch Ginny around Hermione. I have a feeling she is going to try something," Neville said before he swept from the table.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered as he pushed his half-finished plate away looking very troubled.
"We'll just have to keep an eye on them," Draco said bracingly as the bell rang over the hall and the two of them rose from their seats.
"Do you think that Hermione would hurt Ginny?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Nah, but we could see a nice catfight," Draco assured him as they exited the hall. though he was not feeling nearly as confident as he let on.
"I hope you're right," Ron muttered apprehensively as the two of them were swept into the throng exiting the hall.
'So do I, mate,' Draco thought to himself as they began climbing the grand staircase.
Black Lake, 9/17/1995, 17:39
Harry sat with Ginny down by the lake throwing the leftovers of their meal to the giant squid. They were sitting on a sandy section of shoreline that formed a small beach.
"I made starting seeker this year, Angelina just told me at lunch," Ginny said as they watched the squid's tentacles dragging bits of floating food under the surface of the still water.
"I thought you were already on the team," Harry said as he lay back on the sand and stared up into the sky.
"She hadn't made her mind up between me and Neville so she had us both trying out for the spot. The other day she released a game snitch and told us whoever caught it got the spot," Ginny explained as she lay down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.
"So you caught it?" Harry asked.
"I did, I was pretty sure that meant I got the spot but I didn't want to say anything until she told me herself," Ginny admitted.
"What are you flying?" Harry asked as he looked over at her.
"A Cleansweep 7, it was Charlie's old broom," Ginny shrugged.
"Well we can't have you at a disadvantage," Harry said thoughtfully as he sat up much to her disappointment.
"Dilbert," Harry called and his elf appeared in front of him with a soft 'pop.'
"Yes, Master Harry the Potter family elf chirped excitedly.
"Dilbert, please bring me a broom from our shed," Harry instructed.
'pop'
"What was that abou-
'pop'
Ginny was cut off mid-sentence as Dilbert appeared clutching a Firebolt in his hands and offered it to Harry.
"Thank you Dilbert, please don't say anything about this to my mother if you can avoid it," Harry said.
"Of course, Master Harry," Dilbert answered before disappearing with a final 'pop.'
"That's a Firebolt," Ginny said in awe as she admired the broom with a look of reverence.
"You can have it," Harry said as he offered her the broom.
"You can't be serious?" Ginny asked incredulously as she stared longingly at the broomstick in his hands.
"I am, dad has fourteen of them for our quidditch pitch, he'll never miss it," Harry assured her as he pressed the broom into her shaky hands.
"I couldn't possibly," Ginny said softly as she absentmindedly ran her fingertips over the highly polished ash handle.
"Sure you can. I doubt it's ever been flown and it would be a shame for a broom like that to go to waste," Harry said, giving her a reassuring smile.
"I don't know what to say," Ginny said breathily.
"Don't say anything, just beat Harper to the damn snitch and knock him off of his broom if you can manage it," Harry said as he lay back on the sand.
"Okay," Ginny nodded as she set the broom on the ground beside her.
"I hope you can handle that thing, a Firebolt flies faster than anything I've ever ridden," Harry smirked.
"Don't worry about that, I'm the best flyer in Gryffindor," Ginny assured him as she glanced over at the broom again, her eyes lighting up happily.
"If you're sure, I can show you how to fly that thing if you want," Harry offered.
"Do you fly much?" Ginny asked as she lay down beside him and snuggled into his side.
"Yeah, I'm alright on a broom but I never cared much for quidditch," Harry shrugged.
"How can you not like quidditch?" Ginny exclaimed sounding incredulous.
"I was never a fan of bludgers," Harry answered as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"I don't like them much myself," Ginny snorted.
"Yeah I saw," Harry grinned as he leaned over her and captured her lips in a soft kiss oblivious to the three people watching them from afar.
Out on the island in the center of the lake Draco and Ron were sitting at the lake's edge observing Harry and Ginny through omnioculars, Ron was seething as he watched his sister kiss that death eater brat.
Draco felt a bit conflicted as well, he had been developing a crush on his best friend's little sister since the previous summer but had never acted on it for fear of causing a rift between him and Ron. He felt his stomach twisting in knots as he watched the couple kissing and he felt pangs of jealousy as he saw Ginny's eyes light up before she deepened tb kiss as she slid around so that she was straddling Potter.
Neither Harry and Ginny nor Ron and Draco noticed the bushy-haired brunette watching them from her hiding place a few hundred yards down the shoreline.
Hermione was furious as she watched Harry and Ginny share a kiss as the sun set over the lake.
"Play with that little whore all you want Potter, you'll be mine one way or the other," Hermione muttered as she turned to head back to the castle to begin looking into ways to deal with the ginger harlot.
Three Broomsticks, 9/23/1995, 11:39
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Harry knocked on the door to the room and was rewarded a second later when a voice called from the other side.
"Come in, Harry."
Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed open and stepped into the room to be greeted by the sight of his mother reclining back in a leather chaise lounge with her feet stretched out looking completely at her ease as she sipped from a glass of elf-made wine.
She was wearing form-fitting robes of emerald green that matched her eyes and black dragonhide boots that seemed to shine in the glow of the candles lighting the small room.
Her emerald green eyes seemed to glow with power as she gazed upon him. Harry shuddered under her scrutiny. It was thought that his mother was one of the five most powerful magical in Britain and Harry could feel her magical power pressing against him.
"Mother," Harry said as he shut the door behind him and stood by the door waiting for her to acknowledge him.
"Harry baby, we need to talk," Lily said sweetly as she gestured for him to take a seat at the other end of her chaise.
"What do we need to talk about?" Harry asked warily as he took a seat next to where her feet were stretched out.
He was lucky that his mother was so short standing a little over five feet tall, otherwise there wouldn't have been room on the chaise for him to sit with her stiletto high-heeled boots.
"I have heard that you have taken to diddling the Lovegood girl," Lilly said as she lifted her leg and jiggled her foot, giving him a nonverbal command as to what she wanted.
Taking the cue, Harry reached over and slipped her boot off of her foot.
"How did you hear this, mother?" Harry asked as he began to massage her foot.
"Ah, you still remember how to rub mummy's feet but do take my sock off first dear," Lily instructed.
"Yes Mother," Harry answered dutifully as he gently peeled her sock off.
It looked as if she had just gotten a pedicure her nails were painted a dark black that stood out against her pale skin. Her feet were as pale as the rest of her except for the sole which was a rosy pink colour and incredibly soft.
As he set her sock and boot on the floor, she offered him the other boot to take off and smiled happily when he removed the offending garments.
"To answer your earlier question, Severus has informed me that the Lovegood girl has moved into your dormitory," Lily continued when Harry began to massage her foot.
"I see," Harry nodded, plotting ways to make Snape regret tattling on him to his mother.
"I have no problem with you playing with whoever you wish but you know you cannot court a girl from a lesser house," Lily said before sipping her drink and groaning her approval as he worked the kinks out of her foot.
"I know mother," Harry said dutifully, as he continued to apply pressure to the arch of her foot as he knew from experience, his mother preferred.
"I know you do, I just thought I would remind you," Lily said as she lazily flicked her wand at him.
Harry flinched as her spell transfigured the chaise they were sitting on into two separate high-backed leather armchairs. With another flick of her wand, Harry's chair was turned ninety degrees to face her.
Lily smiled sweetly at him as she lifted her feet and placed them into his lap, making him jump in surprise as the arches of her tiny feet rested on either side of his crotch.
"I hate it when you do that," Harry grunted as he lifted the foot he'd been ignoring, causing her to sigh in contentment as he began to use his thumbs to apply pressure to the ball of her foot.
"I know you do sweetie," Lily said as she pressed her other foot painfully into his groin, making him grunt in surprise.
"M-mother," Harry gasped as he felt his eyes well up from where she was crushing his testicles.
"Keep massaging mummy's foot or I'll crush them, baby," Lily cooed as she flicked her wand again, and vanished his robes so he was sitting in front of her completely nude with the sole of her foot pressed into his bits.
"P-please stop, it hurts," Harry grit out as she applied more pressure to his genitals.
"Of course it hurts, mummy is punishing her bad boy," Lily smirked as she eased up the pressure causing Harry to audibly sigh in relief.
"I have heard that you've also lain with that mudblood friend of Draco Malfoy's," Lily said, as she lifted his cock with her toes and pinned his shaft to his stomach with the ball of her foot.
"Ju-just once," Harry grunted as she applied pressure to where it was almost painful once again.
"Keep rubbing mummy's foot, baby," Lily cooed as she moved her foot up and down his length causing him to harden much to his horror.
"M-mum?!" Harry asked as she cast a spell to make her foot slippery.
"Well since you can lay with filth, it's only fair for you to take care of mummy's needs," Lily said as she gently pressed her heel into his sack making him involuntarily shudder.
"S-stop it," Harry gasped as he let go of the foot he was massaging and tried to stand up.
Lily giggled before she flicked her wand as if flicking a fly, a powerful force pushed Harry back into his seat before a second spell forced his hands to the armrests and stuck them there.
"Baby you're being punished, you can't just run away from me," Lily scolded as she sped up her motions, the feel of her soft soles feeling amazing on his now raging erection.
"Mum, please stop this," Harry gasped as precum began to form on the tip of his cock and she ran her big toe over it making him shiver.
"Hold still, Harry," Lily instructed as she used her toes to lightly tease his sack.
Harry was trying to think of non-arousing thoughts but was having trouble with this, especially when she trapped his erection between the balls of her feet and began to stroke him.
Harry watched in horror as her size six feet began to move with more urgency, it seemed that his mother was intent on making him shoot his load.
"Do you want to cum on mummy's toes?" Lily taunted as she pressed her heels into his balls again.
"N-no, now let me up," Harry pleaded as he felt the slight ridges on her toes brush across the head of his cock.
"You can't fool me, baby, I can see it in your eyes," Lily said giving him a knowing smile before she drained her glass of wine and vanished the glass.
"M-mum, please stop," Harry begged as he felt himself nearing his release.
"You are about to cum on mummy's feet," Lily taunted as she pressed her cold heels into his sack making him hiss in surprise.
"Oooooooh god," Harry grunted as he used every ounce of his willpower not to shoot his load as her tiny toes brushed over the head of his cock once again.
"If you don't like this punishment, I suppose I can do something different," Lily said with a thoughtful look before she slid her feet to the floor and stood up.
Harry watched in horror as her robes seemed to fall off around her so that she was standing completely nude before him.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, terror creeping into his voice as she moved closer to him.
"Mummy knows how much you like Auntie Andi's feet. I had to get you ready for your punishment," Lily smirked as she stood over him.
"You c-can't mean-
"Oh, that's exactly what I mean, baby," Lily cooed as she lifted her leg and pressed the sole of her foot into his shaft again, causing him to groan in pleasure.
"Mum?" Harry gasped as he saw her shaven mound between her parted legs before she closed the distance between them.
"Oh you're all excited for mummy's punishment," Lily whispered, sounding almost... giddy.
"You can't do this," Harry almost pleaded as she moved toward him so that her knee was resting against his hip, and her core was pressing into the underside of his erection.
Harry gasped as her arm came around the back of his neck, pulling his face into her pert breasts as she climbed onto his lap so that she was straddling him, trapping his cock against her core.
"Oh baby, I promise you I can," Lily giggled as she began to gyrate her hips, sliding her wet folds over his shaft.
Harry tried to squirm away as he felt her reach underneath her and grasp his erection with her small hand.
"G-get off, mum," Harry grunted as he felt the head of his cock brush over her hot wet folds as she sat up high on her knees.
"I plan on it, baby," Lily purred as she moved him so the head of his cock was lined up with her entrance.
"Mum ah what are you doing," Harry gasped as he felt himself inching inside of her.
"I am going to fuck you silly. Next time you can come to see mummy instead of some nasty little mudblood," Lily whispered as she impaled herself on his length, her warm heat surrounding him.
"Mother, pleeeease st-ooop," Harry groaned as he felt himself enjoying the feel of her silky tunnel much to his horror.
"Oooooooh, you're much bigger than your father," Lily moaned as she sank further down his length, her warm wet heat squeezing him like a vice.
Harry felt her tunnel pulse around him feeling incredible as she stretched out to accommodate his girth making him feel disgusted with himself for enjoying it.
"Pl-please stop," Harry grunted as he tried to lift his arms to push her off of him but his wrists were still stuck firmly to the arms of his chair.
"I don't think so, if you can sleep with those dirty little mudbloods, you can give mummy a ride on your big cock," Lily cooed as she began to gyrate her hips, causing him to grunt in surprise.
"Oooooooh shit," Harry exclaimed as her tunnel squeezed him in ways he couldn't describe.
"That's right baby, mummy's honey hole feels good doesn't it," Lily whispered into his ear making him shudder.
"This is wrong," Harry gasped as she sped up her motions.
"Don't fight it, Harry you know you love this," Lily taunted as she began to ride him so hard that the chair began to slide across the hardwood floor underneath them.
"Please mum, s-stop this," Harry begged as she began to kiss the side of his neck
"Would you rather we do it in a bed?" Lily taunted as she flicked her wand at the chair he was sitting on.
Harry gasped as the chair underneath him turned into a kingsize bed and he fell backwards under her weight. Harry tried to sit up but he found his arms were stuck to the mattress.
"If you don't want the little Lovegood girl to die, you'll give mummy what she wants," Lily warned as she sat up on her knees.
His mother placed her hands on his chest, giving him an unimpaired view of her small breasts and flat stomach as she begin to ride him much harder. He would concede that if she wasn't his mother, he would find her very attractive.
Her auburn hair was cut at shoulder length and was quite wild, framing her face and sticking to her sweaty forehead. Even though she had red hair, there wasn't a single freckle on her porcelain skin. Her small round breasts were bouncing in tune with her motions and her emerald green eyes were locked onto his
Harry could feel the cheeks of her tight bum smacking his balls every time she slammed her hips downward. She was starting to let out whorish wails as her juices soaked his groin and she was playing with her hardened pink nipples making her moan that much louder.
"Does mummy's honeypot feel good?" Lily asked and twisted his nipple hard when he didn't respond.
"No... this is wrong," Harry gasped as he fought not to shoot his load inside of her.
"I know it is. It's turning me on sooooo much," Lily gasped as she began moving her hips with more urgency.
"Cum inside me baby, give mummy your load," Lily taunted as she pinched his nipples harder, making him hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Lily leaned down and captured his lips in a dominating kiss while grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling hard so that he screamed into her mouth.
Lily began moving faster pressing her breasts onto his chest as she ground her hips faster, moaning into his mouth as she came hard.
Harry felt a pressure building in his balls and he tried with all of his might to hold it back. His mother seemed to sense this because she began to ride him even harder, her moans getting even louder as she chased a second orgasm on the tail end of the first as she added a roll to her hips.
Harry tried, he really did but it was impossible to hold back the load yearning to be released when her pussy began squeezing him and seemed to milk the load right out of him.
Harry saw stars as he shot his seed into his mother's womb and felt his balls draw up and his rectum pucker from the intensity of the orgasm. Harry bucked his hips involuntarily as he sprayed his spunk into her, groaning into her mouth as he continued to ride him with abandon.
Harry felt her tunnel squeezing him as it milked the cum from his balls as she came to a stop with him buried to the hilt inside of her.
"Oooooh that was wonderful, Harry," Lily cooed as she broke the kiss and relaxed on top of him with his semi-hard cock slipping out of her slippery pussy.
"C-can I g-go now?" Harry asked as he wanted nothing more than to obliviate himself.
"Oh no sweety, I've already informed Severus that I'll be keeping you out of school all weekend," Lily giggled before kissing the side of his neck.
"W-why are you doing this?" Harry asked as he felt himself getting aroused again.
"You are much better equipped than that plaything Dumbledore sent to spy on the dark lord and you need to be punished," Lily giggled.
"W-who is Dumbledore's spy?" Harry asked distractedly.
"Cedric Diggory," Lily shrugged as she rolled off of him and snuggled into his side her hand coming down to tease his semi-hard cock.
"So why isn't he dead?" Harry asked trying to ignore what she was doing... and failing.
"He is very handsome and the dark lord allowed me to use him as I wish until his purpose is served," Lily shrugged before she kissed Harry's neck again
"Oh," Harry muttered as he felt the spell sticking his arms to the bed release.
"I will kill him myself soon enough but for the moment he amuses me," Lily shrugged.
"So you will leave Luna alone?" Harry asked, not wanting to think about Cedric's fate.
"Yes, but you cannot court her officially," Lily answered as she kissed his chest and then his stomach.
"What about the Weasley girl?" Harry asked trying to squirm away from her.
"Stay still, baby," his mother ordered as she grasped his balls in her tiny hand and began to squeeze them painfully, making him hiss and stop trying to move.
"Good boy and yes, the Weasleys are a sacred twenty-eight family. Regardless of their other faults, I have no problem with you courting her," Lily said as she slid down the bed and placed a kiss on his lower belly
Harry knew why his mother was so obsessed with blood. She was orphaned as a baby and placed in an orphanage. When she was six she had been adopted by the Evans family.
She didn't discover that her birth parents had been run over by a drunk driver in downtown London until her third year at Hogwarts.
Her birth name was Lilith Fawley born to Malcolm and Allison Fawley. She had been believed dead by the rest of her family and had been forced to grow up as a common muggle.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted as she kissed the tip of his cock.
"Stop daydreaming Harry, you still have to give mummy some more of this magical cock," Lily teased before she took him into her mouth.
Harry jerked in surprise as he felt one of her tiny fingers pressing into his rectum.
'I know a spell that will turn my clitoris into a cock, if you don't behave during our playtime, Mummy will be the one fucking you," Lily warned before she took his cock back into her mouth and pushed one of her fingers into his ass.
'God please make this end,' Harry thought desperately as she began to bob her head quickly bringing his cock to full hardness again.
Great Hall, 9/16/1995
Harry entered the hall feeling exhausted having just been allowed to return to school an hour ago.
"You look awful," Daphne commented as he sat down across from her.
"I am going to kill Severus Snape... slowly," Harry said as he poured himself some coffee.
"I take it your mother was upset about Lovegood?" Daphne asked.
"No, she was mad about... another of my conquests," Harry admitted.
"I told you not to mess with Granger," Daphne scolded.
"I know," Harry sighed.
"So what did your mother do to you?" Daphne asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," Harry said with an involuntary shudder.
"So what are you going to do about Granger?" Daphne asked.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion.
"She's staring at you," Daphne smirked.
Harry glanced over at the Gryffindor table to find Hermione staring at him almost dreamily.
"I guess I made an impression," Harry shrugged.
"I think so," Daphne agreed, shooting Harry a knowing look.
Harry knew what Daphne was getting at since his run-in with Hermione, the girl had made a point of approaching him.
Harry had treated her as he normally would but this only seemed to make matters worse as her cheeks would flush crimson every time he called her a mudblood.
"Don't give me that look, Daphne," Harry sighed.
"You must have impressed her, Granger is becoming a bit obsessed with you," Daphne said, giving him a meaningful look.
"I don't know why, I wasn't very gentle with her. I degraded her quite a lot, actually," Harry admitted.
"Maybe she likes being degraded," Daphne shrugged sounding almost amused.
"She did," Harry admitted as he took a deep drink of his coffee.
"Neville seems to think that Ginny is in danger from Granger," Daphne confided.
"I'll keep an eye on her," Harry said.
"What are you going to do about Granger?" Daphne asked again.
"Stay the hell away from her," Harry muttered as the previous weekend flashed through his mind and he gave an involuntary shiver.
"I should hope so," Daphne sniffed as the bell rang and the two of them rose to their feet.
As Harry followed her to charms class, he couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to get himself into the mess he was currently in.
