Harry trailed behind Gemma as they left the Slytherin common room behind, eventually finding themselves in an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor. The sixth-year prefect offered him a comforting smile as she pushed the door open and gestured for him to come in with her. Despite a slight hesitation, Harry decided to trust the older witch and stepped into the room after her.

Once they were both inside, Gemma firmly shut the door behind her and expertly cast a powerful locking charm on it using her wand.

Harry watched as the prefect then made her way to an empty desk at the front of the classroom and he sat down near her. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds until he finally cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence.

"So, you were going to tell me something, Gemma?" he asked her pointedly.

Gemma blinked in surprise. "Right. Of course," she murmured softly. Harry watched as she shook her head a couple of times before leaning toward him, a certain gleam in her eye. "Earlier in the common room, you asked me why everyone was so freaked out about you talking to that snake. That was because it's an unusual ability tied to only a single man and his lineage."

Harry nodded, intrigued by this new information. So, apparently, just like him, his ancestors were also able to hold a conversation with snakes. Okay. That was kind of nice to know Harry thought to himself. But still, that didn't answer his question as to why it is such a big deal. So, to get some more clarification about this, he raised the same question to Gemma.

In reply, she looked him deep in the eye and asked, "Can't you think of someone famous in our world who's also associated with snakes?"

Harry paused as he listened to Gemma's question and started to think hard about it. And suddenly, his heart started to beat a little faster as his mind flashed back to the symbol of the Slytherin house. He looked up at Gemma with shock written all over his face, and to his astonishment, her lips quirked up in a smile as she looked down at the snake crest on the front of his robes before nodding at him meaningfully. For a moment, Harry couldn't believe what she was trying to imply until finally, all of a sudden, everything clicked inside his head. Feeling like someone had knocked him over the head, Harry stared back at Gemma with wide, stunned eyes as he realized what she meant.

Gemma smiled as she saw Harry's eyes light up with understanding and she flashed him an encouraging look. "Only Salazar Slytherin and his descendants can speak Parseltongue, Harry," she explained to him softly, her voice trembling in excitement. "And you showed to everyone last night that you have the same ability as our founder. Everyone now believes that Salazar's blood flows through your veins, which if true makes you the heir of the most powerful magical family in Britain, Harry."

As Gemma finished speaking, Harry felt like his head was going to explode from this massive revelation. However, his focus quickly shifted to something even more significant as he finally understood why everyone in his house had suddenly changed their behavior towards him including the girl in front of him. Harry's eyes narrowed, and his lips twisted into a sneer as he fixed Gemma with a piercing gaze. "So, that's why you've been so nice to me this morning," he mockingly asked her. "You think I'm Slytherin's heir?"

Gemma blinked, taken aback by the sudden hostility in Harry's eyes. "That's not true, Harry," she tried to defend herself. "I... I'm not..." But he wouldn't listen; his anger was too strong.

Harry's face was set in a deep scowl as he interrupted Gemma. "Well, how else do you explain it?" he asked her with a sneer. "You certainly didn't come to my rescue last night. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're a prefect, aren't you? So, you could have definitely stopped Flint if you wanted to. But no, you didn't give two shits about performing your duties then. You just stood there and allowed that asshole to curse me."

Gemma couldn't help but wince as Harry brought up last night's incident. In hindsight, it wasn't her proudest moment as a prefect. Still, what was she supposed to do? If she had tried to stop Flint from punishing a mudblood, the entire Slytherin house would have turned on her. No one had any clue about Harry's real identity back then. Gemma shook her head, snapping out of her daze. She decided she could think about her mistakes later; right now, she needed to convince Harry to forgive her.

"I know I made a huge mistake last night, Harry" Gemma began her apology to him, trying her best to look contrite. "But please believe me, I had no idea who you were. If I did, I wouldn't have let Flint do what he did."

Harry scoffed as Gemma finished her apology. For a moment, he couldn't believe her excuse—that she thought he was a mudblood—was the reason she didn't interfere. Once again, Harry shook his head in dismay, amazed by the sheer arrogance of these pureblood individuals.

As Harry was seething with anger, Gemma decided to open her mouth and asked, "Harry, are we okay now? Surely, you can now understand my position and forgive me."

Harry could feel his anger growing at Gemma's casual tone. He couldn't believe she actually expected him to easily move past everything. For a moment, Harry dearly wished there was some way he could teach this arrogant girl a lesson in humility when suddenly, he realized he now had the power required to do so.

A plan quickly formed in Harry's mind as he plotted his revenge. His emerald green eyes glimmered with intensity as he glared at Gemma. "You know what? No, I won't forgive you that easily, Gemma. Instead, I think I'll be sending a letter to your father, informing him of his daughter's failure to defend the Heir of Slytherin. I'm sure he'd be delighted to hear why the future Lord Slytherin holds contempt for the Farley family."

Gemma's mouth hung open in shock as Harry delivered his impressive threat and stood up, making his way toward the door. Reacting swiftly, she jumped to her feet and blocked his path before he could leave.

"Harry, wait!" she cried, sounding panicked. "Please, you can't do that. My Dad would literally kill me if he found out due to my actions the next Lord Slytherin declared a feud with our house."

Harry had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep himself from smiling when he heard the note of desperation in Gemma's voice. However, on the outside, he kept pretending that he was no longer interested in listening to her anymore. To further prove his point, he crossed his arms across his chest and said, "That's not my problem, Gemma. Maybe this will teach you a lesson to not to be so prejudiced to other people."

In all her years, Gemma had never felt so desperate. She racked her mind for a way to get Harry to change his mind, but she couldn't think of anything. To make matters worse, Harry had started to try to maneuver his way around her so he could leave the classroom. In her desperation, Gemma didn't think too deeply about what she was proposing, when she suddenly cried out, "Please, Harry, stop. I... I promise I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell my father."

Harry paused in his attempts to move past Gemma and looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Are you just saying that or do you really mean it? You'll really do anything I say?" he asked her seriously.

In response, Gemma quickly bobbed her head up and down, obviously willing to say yes to anything at the moment. Her only priority right now was to make sure her dad didn't find out about what had happened last night.

Harry smirked as he realized he had the older prefect exactly where he wanted her. "Alright. I'll give you a chance. You said you want my forgiveness. Well, take off your clothes then," he told her bluntly.

Gemma blinked, thrown off completely by Harry's unexpected demand. "Excuse me? What did you just say?" she asked him, shocked.

Harry didn't look upset about having to repeat himself. He looked Gemma in the eyes and gave her a little shrug of his shoulders as he answered her question. "It's your idea, Gemma. You said you'll do anything. Well, this is what I want. I want you to take off all your clothes and get naked in front of me if you don't wish for me to write to your father."

Gemma couldn't believe what the hell she was hearing right now. "But that...that's blackmail," she exclaimed in outrage, pointing her index finger at Harry. "You're blackmailing me!"

For his part, Harry didn't look the least bit bothered by her accusation. Instead, there was a tiny smirk on his face as he answered her question, clearly enjoying himself. "You can call it whatever you want. But that's the price for my silence."

Gemma lowered her raised finger when she realized Harry wasn't joking and that he was completely serious. Clearly, he was using this opportunity to punish her for the previous night. For a moment, Gemma wished she hadn't told him about his inheritance, but she dismissed that thought pretty quickly as she realized if not her then someone else would have just informed him.

Harry started tapping his foot in impatience as Gemma got lost in her thoughts. "Hurry up, Gemma. I don't have all day for you to make up your mind," he said to her sharply.

Gemma felt as if her mind had short-circuited, leaving her unable to decide about her next course of action. On one hand, she was quite hesitant to expose herself in front of Harry. However, if she refused to do that, he had all but threatened that he would declare a feud against her house which would cause her father to become so angry with her that he would most likely disown her. Gemma felt like she was trapped between a rock and a hard place, her gaze shifting down to her feet as she anxiously bit her lip, trying to make a quick decision.

Harry noticed how indecisive Gemma looked and realized she was still unable to make up her mind. Clearly, it looked like she needed a little push from him to hurry things up. "Okay. That's enough. I'm leaving, Gemma," he declared loudly and slipped past her.

Gemma snapped out of her thoughts when Harry moved past her, and she swiftly reached out, grabbing his wrist. "Alright, alright. I'll do it," she yelled at him loudly, her fists clenched in frustration.

Harry stopped as he heard Gemma's words and gave her a small nod. "Alright. Well, go on then," he told her with a small smirk.

Gemma gritted her teeth before she slowly began to unbutton her plain white shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, she hesitated slightly before reluctantly slipping it off her shoulders. As she dropped her shirt to the ground, Gemma saw Harry licking his lips in anticipation as he gazed at her large, beautiful breasts encased in her sexy, black bra.

Looking at Harry's expression, Gemma could see he was really enjoying this. Finally, she understood that there was no way she getting out of this.

In the end, Gemma released a tired sigh and decided to just get it over with. She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to slide down her body. The black skirt pooled at her feet, and she easily stepped out of the material.

Harry whistled appreciatively as Gemma stood before him in nothing but a matching pair of bra and panties. "Good, good, luv. Keep going," he told her with an encouraging smile as he stared at her taut stomach.

Gemma felt a slight flutter in the stomach as she caught the excited look in Harry's eyes. For a brief moment, she couldn't help but feel a hint of satisfaction as she realized how eager he was to catch sight of her in the nude. All of a sudden, Gemma started to feel a little better about the present situation. And as a result, her hands didn't shake as much as before as she unhooked her bra and pulled it off.

Harry tilted his head to the side and watched with bated breath as Gemma bent over and pulled down her panties. His mouth immediately turned a bit dry as he got his first glimpse at her smooth, hairless mound. Her pussy lips were pressed together tightly between her silky thighs. Harry could also see her pink inner lips slightly poking out from between her plump outer lips.

As she stood before Harry completely naked, Gemma was blushing furiously and her hands were itching with the desire to cover herself. Unfortunately, one look into his eyes and she knew that he wouldn't be very pleased if she did that.

"Holy fuck! You're so fucking hot, Gemma. I can't believe how fit you are under those baggy robes," Harry whispered to the older girl in a husky voice as he started walking around her in a circle, admiring her naked body from all angles. His eyes, especially, kept focusing back on her big, juicy breasts that seemed to defy all notions of gravity and were definitely her best feature in his humble opinion.

Gemma dipped her head a bit as she felt her face heat up in response to Harry's compliment. Despite her current mortification, she couldn't help but feel a little pleased that he found her to be attractive.

Meanwhile, Harry decided he had seen enough, and now it was time for him to take things to the next level. So, with a mischievous grin, he lifted his hands in the air and placed them on Gemma's pale, beautiful breasts.

Immediately, Gemma's head snapped up in shock as she felt Harry's hands on her tits, and she glared at him in upset.

"Hey! What are you doing? I didn't give you permission to do that," she snapped at him angrily.

Unfortunately for Gemma, Harry wasn't deterred by her anger. He stared back at her without a flinch and said, "Remember our little deal, Gemma. You said I could do anything I wanted."

In response, Gemma's shoulders slumped down in defeat and she closed her eyes. Harry smiled as he realized she wasn't going to complain anymore and he returned his focus to the task at hand.

Gemma let out a surprised moan and quickly bit her lip in embarrassment as Harry's strong hands cupped her sensitive breasts and he gave them a little squeeze, causing her to shudder in pleasure. Mortified, by the sound that had just slipped past her lips, she tried her best to not make any more noises but failed to hold back a breathy moan when he started squeezing and massaging her tits a bit more firmly. Slowly, with every passing second, Gemma could feel herself becoming a bit more aroused as Harry stimulated her breasts in an expert manner, causing her nipples to become incredibly hard.

Harry smiled evilly as he played with Gemma's Double-D breasts causing her knees to start trembling from the pleasure she was feeling. He then allowed his fingers to toy with her nipples, watching mesmerized as they hardened and crinkled under his gentle machinations. Harry chuckled as Gemma released a muffled squeal and threw her head back in joy when he suddenly pinched her pink, puffy nubs between his fingers.

Gemma was breathing heavily when Harry replaced his hand with his mouth and started sucking on her perfect, pink nipples. All of a sudden, she could feel tiny beads of arousal starting to leak out of her pussy and begin sliding down her legs.

Harry smiled as his hound-like nose caught a whiff of Gemma's increasing arousal and realized she was also getting into the mood of things. So, in order to help her along a little, he slid his hand down her smooth belly and slipped it between her legs, fondling her wet pussy.

Gemma let out a loud moan when she felt Harry's fingers slide between her damp folds and begin to sensually stroke her pink insides. Unable to control herself, she gasped out his name as her pussy tingled wildly at his touch. Almost immediately, Gemma's face turned red with embarrassment as she realized what she had just done. However, before she could think about it too much, Harry suddenly flicked his thumb over her clit, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head.

The corner of Harry's mouth pulled up in a big smile as he felt Gemma climax all over his hand. He continued to suck hard on her nipple, looking up and watching with glee as her mouth fell open in a silent cry and her body began spasming uncontrollably in overwhelming pleasure.

Gemma felt fireworks explode behind her eyes as she was rocked with a powerful orgasm. At the moment, her pussy was fluttering like mad as it drenched Harry's hand with her juices. To add to everything she was already feeling, his tongue was still swirling over her hard nipple causing her to feel even more pleasure.

Finally, Harry finished playing with Gemma's pussy as she came down from her orgasm and realized just how painfully hard he was at the moment. So, to give himself some relief, he grabbed the older girl's hand and moved it down to his crotch, forcing her to squeeze his dick through his pants.

Gemma snapped out of her orgasm-induced haze as she felt Harry wrap her hand around his covered shaft and force her to squeeze it a little. "Wh-what are you doing?" she asked him breathlessly.

Harry removed his mouth from Gemma's nipple with a wet pop. "Come on. It's time for you to return the favor," he said to her with a smirk.

Gemma thought about it for a second before she decided it was only fair. However, before she agreed to his request, she wanted to make sure Harry didn't get the idea that she would be willing to do other things with him. After all, being a pure-blood witch, she had to remain a virgin for her future husband.

"Okay, but this is the last thing, Harry. Don't even think for a second I'm going to do anything else with you," she informed him sternly.

Harry's lips twitched in amusement as Gemma delivered her warning before slowly going down on her knees. 'We'll see about that darling' he thought to himself as he tried to contain his excitement. In the end, Harry couldn't help it and decided to speed things up a little as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down alongside his underwear.

Gemma squeaked in surprise as Harry removed his clothes, revealing his massive dick. Ten inches long and six inches in girth, his horse-sized cock was already rock-hard and sprang free from its confines, pointing straight at her face.

Harry felt a massive boost to his ego as he noticed the way Gemma was eyeing his cock fearfully. "Come on, Gemma. Don't be shy," he told her with an encouraging nod.

At last, Gemma finally snapped out of her shock at Harry's words. Blushing madly with embarrassment, she slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft and gasped in surprise when her fingertips refused to touch each other.

Gemma looked up at Harry and gasped. "Merlin, it's so big!" she exclaimed in wonder. "Do all boys have cocks as big as yours?" she asked him with fear.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Gemma's innocent question. "Not really, no. Everyone has different sizes," he answered her truthfully. "As for me, personally, I think I'm a lot bigger than the normal average."

Gemma looked back down at Harry's enormous cock and gulped loudly. "I... I can believe that," she mumbled softly. For a moment, the older witch thanked her lucky stars that she had already told Harry that she wouldn't be doing anything else sexually with him. She couldn't help but shudder as she imagined having to had sex with such a beastly cock. That thing would most likely split her in half!

Finally, Gemma shook her head to snap out of her daze. Her curiosity satisfied, she refocused on the task before her. Her eyes filled with determination as she started stroking Harry's cock up and down firmly, while occasionally gliding her thumb over his sensitive purple tip. Soon, she could hear gasps and soft groans starting to slip past Harry's lips as she steadily increased the speed of her strokes until she was jerking him off at a mad pace.

Harry tilted his head back and groaned loudly as Gemma started stroking him at a nice, gentle pace but then within a couple of minutes sped up to such a fast speed that her hand almost became a blur as it moved up and down on his dick. In the end, her actions caused Harry to feel so good that it didn't take long for him to reach the point where he was only a scant few seconds away from cumming. As Harry realized he was nearing the end of the road, he grabbed hold of his dick himself and started stroking it furiously, while ordering Gemma to, "Start playing with my balls."

Gemma blinked, taken aback by Harry's command. However, she quickly got over her surprise and moved her hand down to his bulging balls, cupping them gently. A moan slipped past Harry's lips as she started fondling his heavy testicles, rolling them around in the palm of her hand in a gentle manner. A few seconds later, Harry's eyes closed and he groaned loudly in absolute bliss as he finally reached his climax.

Wide-eyed, Gemma watched as Harry's body shuddered and he threw his head back in pleasure. Immediately, thick ropes of cum shot out of his tip and landed squarely on her face. Sputtering in surprise, she quickly pressed her lips together to make sure none of it landed inside her mouth. Unfortunately, that didn't prevent her from being hit in the face over and over again.

Harry grunted as he squeezed his cock tightly, and the last few drops of his cum dribbled out of his slit and landed dead square on Gemma's pretty face. To make sure he was completely dry, he shook his slab of meat a couple of times, but as he had expected, nothing more came out. Harry finally decided his balls had stopped churning out any more cum, so, he released his cock and slumped back into a nearby chair. Leaning back in his seat, he looked down at Gemma's caked face and sighed happily at a job well done.

Gemma kept fondling Harry's balls as he finished painting her face white. However, once he was finally done, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that it was over. Luckily, her mood quickly improved as out of nowhere she had a strange thought. All of a sudden, Gemma couldn't help but feel curious about how Harry's cum tasted. So, in order to find out the answer to her question, she used her fingers to scoop some of it onto her digits and brought them up to her mouth. Immediately, Gemma's eyes closed in pleasure as the wonderful taste of Harry's baby batter registered on her tongue. Filled with a sudden need, she sucked down the rest of Harry's delicious cum until no more remained on her face. Once she was finished with her task, Gemma crawled forward towards Harry on all fours until she was sitting between his legs. She then looked up at him with her big doe eyes and started licking his cock from tip to the base, giving him a complete tongue bath until his penis was shining clean.

Harry sighed as Gemma kissed his tip one last time before finally letting him go. She then leaned back on her haunches and smacked her lips in satisfaction before looking up at him with a massive blush on her face, asking cutely, "Do you forgive me now, Harry?"

In response, Harry flashed Gemma a pleased smile as he tucked his now flaccid cock back inside his pants. "I guess you'll have to just wait and see," he teased her cheekily.

Harry chuckled at her non-answer; Gemma let out a cute little growl before she climbed to her feet and started picking up her clothes from the floor. As she was busy dressing herself, Harry offered her a small wave before walking out of the classroom, whistling merrily.

Harry then started making his way back to the Slytherin common room to pick up his bag from his bedroom. On the way to the dungeons, his mind danced with images of beautiful pureblood witches that he could fool around with, courtesy of his new status as the Heir of Slytherin.

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