In the Slightly modified words of Sergeant Schultz from Hogan's Hero's
(which I also don't own):
"I own nothing, I hear nothing, I see nothing, I know nothing! Nothing!"
A/N – trying to fix the sodomy that ff . Net is determined to perform on my stories. As an anonymous reviewer felt the need to call me a retard for posting this without fixing the errors, I felt obliged. Of course, next time, how about advice to fix the issue, rather than BS? Hopefully, the eighth time is the charm. In case this works, I am saving the file as a .html file and then uploading it. I tweaked a few things here and there, but mostly just formatting issues. Sorry for the alerts. :)
Harry looked around and noticed a witch that drew his eye and proceeded to head in her direction. The witch had an amazing arse, and filled out her outfit quite nicely. She was covered from head to toe in a red gauzy material, and all he could see were a few escaping strands of reddish blonde hair and enchanting blue eyes. He walked towards her, and as he held out his hand, heard muttering from the other witches.
Ignoring them was easy, as he had long ago learned how fickle they could be. He was entranced, and as he followed her to her room, he could feel his costume changing to suit hers.
Harry felt a sudden chill on his head, as his hair seemed to have disappeared. Oddly enough, he felt a full thick beard on his face.
While Harry was talented at many things, growing facial hair was not one of his talents. The only person who had been worse was Ron, who after months looked like he had either a severe case of mange, or had trimmed his pubes and attached them in haphazard sparse patches to his face. His costume now seemed to be some sort of loincloth, and he felt the weight of heavy chains on his ankles and wrists.
'Merlin, but I attract the kinky ones!' thought Harry, shaking his head. One nice benefit, was he seemed to be buffed up quite a bit. Normally, he went for the sleeker build in his workout routine, but it was an interesting feeling being so muscular. Maybe he was supposed to be Hercules or something?
While Harry was pondering his costume, the witch turned and cast the obligatory silencing and locking charms. As he heard the squelching noise of a successful charm he looked to the witch, and noticed her wand was an odd silver color and shape.
"Harry, I know trust is difficult for you, but I really need to do something, so let's consider this as a bit of a trust exercise." purred the witch, standing well out of Harry's reach. She waved her wand, and Harry felt the chains attach to the pillars he was standing between. He glared at the witch, and started to gather his magic to break free. The witches' eyes widened before she quickly reached down with her odd wand and ran it along her outfit. A gauzy red strip of cloth separated from her outfit, and she quickly blindfolded Harry with it. As she tied the fabric around her eyes, she whispered, "Please Harry, I need you to trust me!"
Harry tensed, never really liking not being able to see, and even less being restrained. He took a deep breath, and began his Occlumency exercises, trying to clear his mind, and focus on his other senses. Slowly his muscles relaxed, feeling slightly more in control of the situation, and with the knowledge that most of his enemies were no longer living.
He could feel sweat trickling down his back, the cold steel of the manacles, the slight tension as his muscles were just stretched enough to feel it. He could smell the scented candles in the room, as well as hints of fruit. Not to mention the arousal of the witch in the room with him. He heard the shifting of fabric as the witch moved. He heard an odd sound that reminded him oddly of his Aunt Petunia. He knew that sound, what could it be, metallic, almost scraping, not a knife, but...
"Here Harry, open wide." said the witch, gently placing a plump strawberry dipped in fresh whipped cream at his lips. She did not attempt to force his mouth open, merely patiently waiting for him to accept her offering. The cool cream on his lips, and the heavenly smell of fresh ripe strawberry, combined into a heady feeling. He bit into the succulent berry, and the burst of juicy nectar caused him to moan in pleasure. He could feel the juices trickling from his mouth, and he extended his tongue to capture all he could reach.
Suddenly he felt a hot, wet tongue tracing the lines of his pectoral, following the dripping juice from its' initial point of impact along the planes of his chest. He shivered as the air cooled the trail of moisture left by the witch's questing tongue. Finally the tongue came to his nipple, swirling around it before nipping gently. Harry rose to the balls of his feet, partially wanting to escape, partially wanting to get more of the feeling. The tongue continued it's languid journey, slowly moving down his side before tracing his obliques to his six pack. The witch then circled his belly button, before plunging her tongue in. Harry pulled back violently, squirming and laughing.
"Well, well! It seems someone has a ticklish spot? I wonder if I will find any more tonight? Before I continue my...explorations, I have to admit, I feel a bit over dressed. After all you are just in that tiny loincloth, and I am totally covered. It does seem to be getting awfully warm in here doesn't it Harry?" asked the witch, slowly dragging her fingernails across Harry's body. Suddenly the sensations stopped, and Harry found himself unconsciously leaning forwards, trying to recapture the feeling. He heard the familiar sound again, and it repeated several times over the next few minutes.
It was a rhythmic, dimly familiar sound. He knew he knew it from somewhere, but where?
His ruminations were suddenly halted, as he felt the silky material being tied around his left wrist, before it was pulled taut. He had no more room to move than before, but he realized the cold steel was no longer on that wrist. The same silky fabric was slowly dragged across his left shoulder, following it's own curving path. It wound around his right arm, and tied itself around his right wrist before he felt it too, pull taut. He felt the procedure repeat on both legs, and relaxed somewhat.
While he was still trussed up like the proverbial Christmas Hen, he no longer had the harsh metal cutting into his skin.
Harry suddenly tensed as he felt a piece of cold sharp metal gently poke him in the inner part of his left knee. "Crap! Please don't let her be some crazy goth cutter!' thought Harry. Tensing up again, he felt the blade slowly trace up and across his left thigh. He relaxed after a moments panic, when the blade moved on, up to his hip, and slid underneath his loincloth. He heard the familiar sound again, and as the loincloth fell away from his hip he suddenly remembered it's source.
Scissors!
He had only had one haircut that he could remember, but the traumatic experience of being trimmed nearly bald still stuck with him. He had cried himself to sleep, and when he awoke the next morning, his Aunt was furious to find his hair had all grown back!
She had cursed and yelled, but had been afraid to try cutting his hair again.
"Hmmm, nice hat rack you have there Harry. But I can think of something more useful than holding up an old loincloth for it to do." purred the witch, slowly stroking his now firm member. She removed the remnants of the loincloth, and he relaxed in his bonds, feeling her skillful hands excite him. While he didn't recognize the witch, or her technique, he was actually beginning to enjoy himself. When the stroking suddenly stopped, he couldn't resist letting out a groan of disappointment.
Coming from much lower, he suddenly heard, and felt the witch's warm words. "Now, now, we wouldn't want to call you Mr. Pouter, would we?" breathed the witch. Her warm, moist breath tantalized Harry, as he tried not to instinctively play an erotic version of Pin the tail on the Donkey. He felt the witch's nose nuzzle his scrotum, as she seemed to be using her other senses as well. She deeply inhaled, and he felt her tongue sensuously lap at his balls, before tracing the throbbing vein up his waving shaft. Her tongue swirled around the crown, before she suddenly engulfed the head and began to suck lustily away. Harry was suddenly glad that he was blindfolded, as the witch would be unable to see his eyes roll to the back of his head. More importantly, the added visual stimulation would have been too much, as all of his other senses seemed even more heightened. He could hear the sloppy slurping, and gasps as she attacked him. The feel of her head bobbing up and down, all the way to the base before pausing, and slowly and gently dragging her teeth back to the crown was an excruciating torture. Her arousal now overpowered any other scent in the room, and his imagination ran wild. He could visualize liquid trails of her excitement, slowly running down her leg. His mouth watered at the thought of being able to trace the trail back to it's flowing source. The sensations combined were overwhelming, he would not be able to take much more.
"Take off the blindfold..." whispered Harry, wanting to see the face of his tormentor.
With a loud pop, the witch detached and coyly said, "Now what do we say?"
"Take this bloody blindfold off, NOW!" growled Harry. His aura, was now flaring, a dark emerald green, and it seemed to caress the witch.
She shivered, and then laughed. "Now, now, I will take the blindfold off, but I need you to do something...well, odd for the lack of a better word. Will you promise me Harry?" asked the witch in a hopeful tone.
"As long as it doesn't involve me buggering Odd Lovegood, FINE! Now get this damnable thing off of me! I want to see your face witch!" thundered Harry.
"Somehow, I doubt you'll say that in a minute, but fine Harry. Just a moment." With that, the blindfold seemed to disintegrate, leaving only glowing motes that encircled the pair. Harry was much too distracted, as the witch had resumed her earlier activities with a vengeance. Harry threw back his head, letting out a feral growl, as he once more tested his bonds.
As he tried to control himself, both he and the witch were too distracted to notice that his hair had started to grow back. While before, he looked like he was about to leave for basic training at Auror school, he now had at least an inch of hair sprouting all over his head.
Harry shook his head, trying to clear it enough to be able to focus his eyes on the witch...the witch wearing nothing but a head dress that obscured her face, leaving her ample charms on display. She was a toned beauty, curvy and fit. Her firm breasts danced proudly on her chest, and he was glad to see her nipples were rosy and erect. He could see a light dusting of reddish blond hair on her mons, neatly trimmed. He could see every inch of her, with only one thing hidden.
But why was her face hidden behind the head piece and veil? Was it Lavender? He knew she had issues from the scarring attack from Fenrir, but he thought she was over it. He thought briefly of the jokes that circulated on the boy's side of the Quidditch locker room.
Was this the much maligned "ButterFace" he had heard taunts and whispers of?
Whoever she was, her eyes were beautiful and seemed to draw him in, he didn't care what her face looked like, he was going to see all of her.
With a grunt, Harry pulled his right hand free, stretching and snapping the restraining cloth. The witches eyes opened wide and she squeaked, causing quite the odd sensation, considering where her mouth was. Harry reached down, placing his hand under the veil to gently stroke the left side of her face.
He did not feel scaly skin, oozing pustules, or some other atrocity.
Merely smooth, soft skin.
He gently said, "Please, take off your mask." He felt a splash of hot tears on his hand, as she closed her eyes, and shook her head slightly from side to side. "Come now, I don't have any secrets from you, surely you can show me your face?" probed Harry, wondering what she was so desperately hiding.
The witch pulled back, laughing bitterly, looking down as she sat back on her heels. "If only you knew, Harry. Secrets are the root of this whole experience. But I suppose I asked you to trust me again, and you did so, not even knowing my identity. Very well then, but please don't flinch or turn away...I...I...don't think I could take it after how you looked at me earlier." whispered the Witch, looking pleadingly into Harry's eyes.
With that the witch tilted her head down, reached behind her head and muttered a spell under her breath. As she traced her fingernail down the back of the seamless veil, it parted, the ends glowing like a hot weld. She sniffled, as she removed the veil and set it aside. Harry's heart ached as he watched her hot tears fall to the floor.
She sighed, and then seemed to find an inner strength. The witch straightened, and suddenly looked Harry straight in the eye. Harry was so awestruck by the fire in her eyes, he did not notice anything else for a few seconds. The witch's eyes suddenly turned to liquid pools, as Harry continued to look directly at her, and did not recoil or strike her as she feared.
Harry blinked, as he tried to pull his locked gaze away from the witch's soulful eyes, slowly realizing the witch was Marietta Edgecombe!
The once beautiful girl had bags under her eyes, as she seemed haunted. The word "SNEAK" still remained on her face, faded with time, but noticeable. He gently put both hands to her face, and slowly encouraged her to stand. He bent forwards, and gently kissed her forehead, and then softly kissed her full lips. She sighed, and threw her arms around him, pressing herself firmly against him.
Sobs racked her body as Harry softly whispered sweet nothings in her ear, gently cradling her head to his body by the nape of her neck. With a tug he snapped the other ribbon, allowing his other left hand to stroke her back in comforting small circles.
After a few moments they parted, Marietta running her hands through Harry's hair, that now looked like it had never been cut at all. She shivered at the feel of the silken cloth that trailed from Harry's encircling arms, to the cleft of her arse. She sighed contentedly, before firmly nodding, and dropping to her knees to finish her self appointed task.
Harry tried to stop her, as he was quite enjoying the feel of the svelte witch in his arms.
Marietta laughed, and began to speak as she resumed stroking Harry. She looked doubtfully up at Harry, before finding something inside herself that made her press on. "Harry, remember I asked you to do something odd? Well, it's not buggering Odd Lovegood, but you may still find it distasteful. I need you to ejaculateonmyface." explained a blushing Marietta, whispering the last out in a rush.
"You want me to what?" asked a befuddled Harry. "Why in the world would you want me to do that?"
"Well, the curse was only supposed to last a few weeks, but it seems someone cast a memory charm on me, causing me to forget exactly what I had done. I still felt the guilt, so the contract stayed in force. If I had just honestly apologized, it would have cleared up before school started back up at the latest. My healer says it is something the Muggles call a repressed memory, and as long as I feel guilty towards you, the sneak stays on my face. So this is basically a way to publicly apologize, and try and regain control over my life. Please Harry, I have fulfilled all my other obligations, and this would be a cleansing experience for me." pleaded Marietta, looking up at him with those entrancing liquid pools of blue. She then proceeded to engulf his member with her mouth, and began to hum, weakening his resolve quickly.
Harry groaned, and placed both of his hands on Marietta's head. At that moment, he would probably have agreed to resurrect Draco Malfoy to keep her happy and continuing her actions. He nodded at the pleading eyes of Marietta, and saw her smile once more around his member.
She suddenly seemed to be moving under a speed enchantment. Both her hands were stroking him while her mouth did amazing things to him. With all of the teasing, Harry was on a hair trigger. He grunted, and pulled back from Marietta's hot mouth, but was unable to escape from her furiously stroking hands. He howled as he felt himself explode.
After a moment, as he twitched and tried to gather air back into his lungs, he looked at Marietta, and bit his lip...hard!
Marietta snickered, and said "It's alright, Harry, I imagine I am quite the sight!"
"You...you...you look like a glazed donut!" laughed Harry, conjuring a mirror for her wandlessly.
Marietta blinked, and then started laughing uncontrollably. "It looks like I used a meringue custard as a facial! Goodness, the others warned me, but I thought they were exaggerating!" She ran a finger across her lips giving her a bizarre smile, before placing her finger in her mouth and moaning. "Oh, that genius witch is a Saint! I so owe her!"
"Owe her? what do you mean, Marietta? What did Hermione do?" growled Harry, as his eyes narrowed in anger.
Marietta froze at the look in Harry's eyes. "Um, nothing BAD per se. She just sort of made your ejaculate increase in volume." explained the now nervous witch.
Harry merely arched an eyebrow, and growled, "You think?!" while gesturing at Marietta's coated face. He then proceeded to cast an Evanesco on Marietta's face. He smiled at her pout, as she studiously licked the last remnants of her fingers. Then he gasped.
Her face was not only free of the SNEAK pustules, it almost glowed!
She looked like a fresh faced teen again, all wrinkles, blemishes, and imperfections gone. The bags under her eyes were gone, and her eyebrows and hair seemed even more lustrous and vibrant.
Quite simply, she was breathtaking, and Harry felt a strong stirring in his loins.
Unfortunately for Harry, Marietta took this moment of distraction on Harry's part to look into the floating mirror he had cast earlier.
With a squee! that nearly burst Harry's eardrums, Marietta started to run out of the room. She made it to the doorway, quickly removed her charms and almost left. She suddenly stopped with one hand still in the doorway, and her posture slumped. She looked over her shoulder at Harry, blushing.
"I guess I haven't really changed after all, huh? You have been so caring and sweet to me, and as soon as I get what I want, I go running off on my own. I just got so excited, and..." whispered a tearful Marietta.
"Go! Heaven knows you have suffered enough for doing what you thought was best for your family. Go and share your happiness with your friends, Mari." said a smiling Harry, as he made shooing motions with his hands.
Marietta wiped her tears, and gave a bright, gleaming smile that lit up the room. She started to turn to leave, and the smile shifted to a mischievous one. "Don't suppose I could get a raincheck to finish up a bit later, could I?" asked Marietta, coyly batting her long eyelashes at Harry.
"Minx! Fine, fine, I'll see if I can't save you a little something. Better not take too long though!" laughed Harry.
Marietta jumped in joy, and resumed squealing, skipping out of the room like a carefree toddler.
Harry shook his head, idly wondered how long it would take her to realize she was naked out there, or if she would even care at all.
Then he realized that he was still tied to the pillars in the room, and his costume had been cut to pieces as well. He sighed, reaching out to lean each hand against the pillars. He was quite surprised when they toppled over, and he flinched, expecting the ceiling to cave in on him.
After a moment without a painful crushing death, he opened an eye, and felt his head and body. Finding himself intact, and still unfortunately erect, he sighed. With a shrug, he picked up his cut loincloth and headed out the door.
He found Marietta, still nude, bouncing quite enticingly with a cluster of other witches. He cleared his throat, and all eyes, and certain other witches' body parts in the room, were instantly directed at him.
"Ahem, eyes up ladies! Would someone care to fix my costume here?" asked Harry, as he leaned against the doorway, grinning with his arms crossed.
While his muscular bulk had vanished, other parts were all Harry. One part in particular seemed determined to wave at all the pretty witches in the room, proving it was nothing to be scared about and was a friendly penis after all.
Suddenly there was a cacophony of shouts from the waiting witches. Harry noticed the SPPEW board light up as numbers began to spin rapidly on it. The ringing noise that accompanied the flashing nights reminded him strongly of the casino's he had visited in Monte Carlo.
Just then, Hermione came running forward, covering Harry up, to a chorus of boo's and hisses. "Honestly, Harry! Is it too much to ask that you take better care of your clothes? I can't take you anywhere!" hissed Hermione. She seemed to be working herself into a spectacular rant. Harry merely shrugged, before looking towards Marietta. She bashfully waved, and upon seeing Hermione's sudden glare, blanched and hid the scissors behind her back.
Hermione turned back towards Harry, and with a "Hrmmph!" seemed ready to tear into him regardless.
Until Luna came breathlessly dashing up, and grabbed Hermione by the ear. After furiously whispering in the captive ear for a moment, she forcibly directed Hermione's attention towards the still spinning, flashing and ringing SPPEW Board.
Hermione's eyes lit up and she smiled a quite scary smile. She patted Harry's penis like one would a favored pet, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She quickly placed his costume back on him, and repaired it seamlessly. "No harm, no foul! Now off you go stud! Lots of apparently quite well to do witches here tonight! Back to the grindstone and all!" laughed Hermione.
She turned him back towards the gathered crowd of witches and smacked him on the arse. "Now go out there and shag somebody!" she cackled.
Harry narrowed his eyes, already plotting his revenge, when he noticed...
A/N: I am trying to clean my stuff up and move everything over before ficwad dies a sudden death. It's where I first started posting my stuff, so I will be sad to see it go, but, since I am unwilling to make my own site, I am moving everything here. Thanks to all the folks at CaerAzkaban, 3_or_4 Part Harmony, and See'lvor's sites on Yahell. Plus the ever so interesting folks at DLP.
One interesting thing? I think I ended up being much nicer to Mari than Susan. I think I resented all the crashes I had while trying to write her chapter. I am about 1/3 of the way through the next chapter, and I am definitely getting some interesting feedback. :)