A World for Witches

Chapter 12 – Oral Heaven

There was only one thing that the school could talk about and that was of course the petrified cat. Most students were actually pretty happy that Mrs Norris would not be stalking the halls for the foreseeable future, but Filch was even grumpier than usual.

No one was sure of what to make of it, an extreme prank maybe. But it was Hermione, who could not help but research Petrification in the library, who came across a disturbing possibility. "The Chamber of Secrets," she said to Ron and Harry one morning. "It was opened before, in the 1940s, allegedly. And there were a spate of petrified victims."

"What's the Chamber of Secrets?" Ron asked, as he stuffed too much cereal in his mouth.

"Supposedly Salazar Slytherin left a secret Chamber behind that could only be accessed by his heir. But one has never been found despite the school being searched many times," she told them, shooting a disapproving look at Ron for his eating habits.

"What's a chamber got to do with being petrified?" Harry asked.

"There's meant to be a terrible monster in the Chamber, that can only be controlled by an heir of Slytherin."

"What's the monster?"

"No idea," Hermione shrugged. "There's not a lot about the last attacks or if they were the first in the library."

"Understandable."

"So I'm going to ask professor Greengrass today in History," Hermione said. "Maybe she'll be more enlightening."


"Yes, Ms Granger?" Ophelia Greengrass asked the brunette.

"I have a question," she started.

"Does it relate to the subject at hand?"

"No," Hermione admitted.

"Then it can wait."

"Can you tell us about the Chamber of Secrets?"

Ophelia sighed as the class broke in to scattered conversation at Hermione's question. She was of course aware of the legend of the Chamber, and aware of what happened the last time it was supposedly opened. But it was not something she necessarily wanted to talk to a class of second years about. "It's not on the course, Miss Granger."

"What happened the last time it was opened?" Hermione insisted on asking the question.

Ophelia could feel the class getting away from her. A lot of students stared at her curiously, eager to hear about this subject, or more likely anything but the goblin rebellion she was trying to teach. "If this is about what happened to Filch's cat I can assure you it is not related," Ophelia tried to regain the attention of the class. "Now back to the Goblins…"

"Weren't students petrified the last time the Chamber was opened?" Hermione's question brought several gasps and a cacophony of startled conversation.

"I can see you are not going to let this drop, Hermione," Ophelia sighed, accepting defeat. "You can see me after class," she told the bushy-haired girl, who nodded in acceptance. "The so-called Chamber of Secrets that Miss Granger is referencing is a 'secret' chamber that Salazar Slytherin supposedly built somewhere in the school. The Chamber can only be opened by a direct descendant of Slytherin's. It has been claimed to have been opened several times, but the last time it was supposedly opened was about fifty years ago," Ophelia lectured. "And yes, some students were petrified, and a student did die," this caused another outburst from her students. "But, a Chamber has never been found and the death was ruled to have been caused by a pet of a student, who was subsequently expelled. That is the reason for the strict pet restrictions we have in place today," she calmed them down. "The school has been searched many times, but no Chamber has ever been found."

"Why would he leave a secret chamber?" Hermione asked.

"Slytherin is the most controversial of our four founders. He took issue with the extremities of Witch domination, the same doctrine that still justly governs us today. It has been debated many times over whether to change the name of the house, but Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor made it clear that they wanted him remembered for his contribution to both Magical Britain and more notably, to the school. Anyway, Slytherin supposedly left a monster in the Chamber, one that could only be controlled by his heir. And if the school ever strayed from its purpose, to educate all Witches, witches and wizards alike, then the creature would strike. Given that I stand here today with all Witches, witches and wizards alike you can see how it is hard to believe. Many searches have been conducted, and again, the Chamber has never been found. Whilst Miss Granger has disruptively made an interesting point, there is no connection to the attack on the cat. And now we can return to the main issue at hand, the Goblins and their rebellions…"


"Oh, Miss Granger, you can use your mouth for better things…" Ophelia Greengrass moaned, as she held Hermione by her bushy hair in between her tanned thighs.

Hermione had practiced her cunnilingus skills on a very willing Lavender Brown, not to mention her summer of intense tutelage, and thus she had felt confident in her ability. With the way that Professor Greengrass had come completely undone at the end of her tongue only furthered her confidence.

She smiled smugly into the soaking pussy of her teacher, as her tongue insistently attacked the blonde's throbbing clit. Hermione certainly felt that this was an efficacious trade, garnering more insight into the mystery at hand, in exchange for munching on delicious cunt.

Her mind wandered over the attack on Filch's cat, and who could be responsible for it. A student, perhaps? And surely from Slytherin House if only the heir of Slytherin himself could open the Chamber. She was brought back to reality as Professor Greengrass' fingers twisted painfully in her hair, and she found her face being aggressively humped by the older woman.

"Let me use your face! Fuck!" Ophelia cried out as her orgasm got closer and closer. "Don't stop, don't stop! Fucking Morgana!" she exclaimed as she grinded her slippery pussy against her student's face, leaving more than a trail of her cum on Hermione's pretty features as she came. Her thighs squeezed the sides of Hermione's head and she rose out of her chair as pure pleasure rushed through her entire body. "Morgaaanaaaa!"

Hermione accepted that she was to be used and simply enjoyed the taste of her professor's tangy pussy on her tongue. It was meant to be a punishment after all.

"Feel suitably chastised, Miss Granger?" Ophelia asked as she released the Gryffindor's head.

"Suitably so, professor," Hermione smiled up at the woman, her face glistening with juices.

"And you can walk back to your common room with that on your face," she instructed.

"I wouldn't dare touch it."

"Alright you may go. And no more off-topic interruptions!" Ophelia said sternly. She was already picturing the talking to she was going to get from the Headmistress for fearmongering. 'Better they have the relevant facts than exaggerate and construct fiction amongst themselves,' was her thought.

Ophelia Greengrass was not that old but had forgotten what being a student was like. Exaggerated fictions had already run rampant. According to some there was a Minotaur loose in the school!

So far it had only been a cat, the fear was yet to truly take hold. But once students were attacked, it would.


Ginny had already completed her mission for the night, the one that Tom had set out for her. But he had dared her to do more.

"But Witches don't get fucked by wizards, Tom," she had so innocently protested.

"Why shouldn't they?" Tom asked her in her mind. "Witches have the same holes."

"True," Ginny had accepted.

"Fuck one and find out, I know you'll love it. You've been dreaming of it."

So at Tom's request Ginny stalked the evening halls of Hogwarts looking for a wizard to ensnare. Tom had suggested she try a Slytherin boy, so she made her way gradually towards the Slytherin common room, in the depths of the school.

It was nearby where she found her targets. "They'll be more than happy to fuck you," Tom's voice echoed in her head.

"Vincent, Gregory," Ginny greeted the two Slytherin boys from the year above.

They both turned and naturally bowed their heads, expecting to be asked to get on their knees. They did not attract much Witch attention, but they could see that Ginny Weasley's intent was sexual.

"I've got a favour to ask, but you have to keep it a secret," she said.

"Ok," they both agreed, now unsure as to what she was doing.

"I want to try a cock, a wizard's cock."

"Umm, what do you mean?" Crabbe asked. This was most unusual.

"I want to have your cocks in my mouth and ass. Do I need to spell it out further?" Ginny dropped to her knees in the corridor in front of them. The cold stone floor was harsh beneath her knees, but Tom's voice encouraged her on. She could not back out now, this is what she needed to do. To try it for herself.

Crabbe and Goyle were certainly surprised by this turn of events, but very pleased by it. They had both been raised in homes that outwardly supported the Witch agenda, but that had supported Voldemort in his anti-Witch stance. Both of their fathers had instilled in them the need for wizards to rebel against the status quo. They were simply biding their time, their fathers had told them, as they fucked their mothers in front of them. Crabbe and Goyle had also fucked their mothers, a present before they left for Hogwarts; "The Witch agenda is built on a lie to disguise the true nature of the Witch. They are sluts and they can only be tamed by the masculine force of a wizard."

Here was their own opportunity.

They dropped their trousers and underwear revealing their hard cocks to the eager Witch. Both of them were about five inches in length, but girthier than one might expect. Goyle was particularly girthy, his veiny cock was the first of the two that Ginny took between her lips.

She moaned as the salty pre-cum hit her tongue. "Good girl, suck that wizard dick. Doesn't it feel so natural?" Tom's said. She could feel Goyle's length throbbing needily in her mouth as she took all of his five inches, his tip just reaching her throat.

Knowing that they had a very rare opportunity, Goyle took control. He gripped Ginny by her red hair and held her in place as he thrust back and forth. He fucked the Gryffindor's mouth, his cock sliding back and forth between her red lips, coating his dick in saliva. With a grunt he pulled Ginny off and turned her head towards Crabbe.

"I thought you were never going to share," he said as he did the same as his friend, taking control of Ginny's head and thrusting his slightly skinner dick in and out of her mouth.

"My father was right about the true nature of Witches," Goyle said as he slowly jerked his cock.

"Sluts in hiding," Crabbe finished the thought, bottoming out in Ginny's mouth and holding it there.

Ginny's cock hardened as she was used by the two boys. In her diary-influenced trance she let herself be passed between the two Slytherin's, her mouth moving dutifully from one cock to the next.

"Let's try the other hole," Goyle suggested. Crabbed nodded enthusiastically at the idea. The two pulled Ginny up from her knees and shoved her against the wall.

Goyle yanked down her skirt, revealing that she was wearing no underwear. "Filthy slut," he said as Crabbe stepped up behind her and pushed his cock between her ass cheeks.

Ginny groaned as Vincent Crabbe's cock was shoved roughly into her asshole, his dick wet enough from the blowjob to spear her unprepared hole.

"Take it fucking Gryffindor slut! Tell me how much you love my Slytherin cock!" Crabbe demanded as his balls slapped against her pale asscheeks.

"I love Slytherin cock!" Ginny cried out, making Tom chuckle.

Just as with her mouth the two boys swapped places, using her ass between them. Neither of them would have lasted much longer than a minute if it were not for the breaks in between.

They had both fucked their mums' asses, their fathers teaching them the importance of using all of a slut's holes. But they had never been in anything as tight as Ginny's ass. It gripped their dicks needily, squeezing them on every thrust.

Ginny's cock flapped between her legs, bouncing with every forward thrust from behind her, completely unused. She could sense Tom's satisfaction at her actions, and was pleased that he was pleased with her. Since she had started writing in the diary that had become her main goal.

"I'm gonna cum!" Crabbe announced. Even with the breaks in between fucking her ass, Ginny's tight hole just felt too good and Crabbe could do nothing but impale her one final time and let the pleasure rush over him as he erupted inside of her.

Perfectly content to have his mate's sloppy seconds, Goyle stepped up as Crabbe pulled his softening cock out and slid his own dick back in the wet asshole. He grunted and groaned as he too neared his release. "Tell me how slutty Witches are!"

"Witches are slutty little whores for wizards!" Ginny complied, making Tom all the more happier inside her mind.

Her demeaning words were it for Goyle and he came with a loud groan, adding his load to Crabbe's, making Ginny's hole a dripping mess. "Now clean us off," he demanded.

Ginny did as she was told, tasting her own ass on their dicks, making sure that all of their cum was removed from their cocks via her mouth.

"That was good slut. We'll do this again," Goyle told her.

"Come and find me," Ginny beamed up at them from below.

"And maybe we'll bring a friend or two," Crabbe added. The thought of another cock, or perhaps cocks, being added made the entranced Ginny very excited.

"Well done, Ginerva," Tom said to her. "You've made me very happy tonight."

She would wake up the next morning confused. "What a strange dream," she would mutter to herself before confiding in her new best friend.

"Did you like it?" he would ask.

"Yes," she would admit after a moment of hesitation, the guilt was overwhelming. It went against everything she had been taught, everything she thought she knew about her world.

"What is happening to me?"


Harry moaned contentedly as he indulged in his favourite activity. Lying on his front, his head raised up, he eagerly worshipped the intimidating cock in front of him. Intimidating to most anyway, but not to him, at least not anymore.

He wiggled his butt teasingly as he slobbered on the hard shaft, smirking cheekily when he saw where Professor Black's eyes had fallen. They had had another productive bonus Defence session, and Harry was thanking her for her time as he did at the end of each one. He was now very well acquainted with her dick, as he was with some basic spells. His Protego was really coming along.

Bellatrix too greatly enjoyed these sessions, not that she would ever admit it to anyone. Harry was eager to learn and worked hard every time. Moreover, the progress of her student was clearer to see in these one-on-one sessions than in a class, making them all the more fulfilling. And then there was how they ended each lesson. Harry knew his way around a cock, but now he really knew his way around hers. His tongue would press and lick at each sensitive spot, he sucked her just as she liked and could switch in an instant from deepthroating, to focusing on the head, to bathing her balls in his mouth.

She leaned back in her seat and simply relaxed, allowing Harry to do his thing. It was a contrast to her usual more active participation in sex. But it was a great way to end the week, their extra lesson falling on a Friday evening this term. It was one of the few times in which she felt truly relaxed. And every Friday night she slept better than she ever did.

"Oh, Harry," she groaned as she approached her peak. Her head rolled back and she simply basked in the bliss of her orgasm as she pumped Harry's greedy mouth full of her load.

Harry had to work quickly to swallow down all of the salty treat he was being given, it would be an affront to decency to let even a drop escape from between his lips.

"I'll walk you back to your common room," Bellatrix told Harry once her balls had been sufficiently drained.

"Thank you, Professor."

Bellatrix and Harry both stood and reclothed themselves, Harry had only slipped his trousers and pants down to tease his teacher, which had worked.

Bellatrix led the way striding down the corridors. "Your Protego is really coming along," she told Harry, trying to keep her pride out of her voice. She disliked letting anyone but a few people know that she ever felt any more than a detached cynicism.

"Thank you, Professor! I'm feeling really good about it…" Harry trailed off and stopped walking. The voice was back again, the high-pitched cries of murder.

"Kill!Kill!Kill!" echoed around the stone walls.

"What is it, Harry?" Bellatrix asked, concerned by the look on the boy's face.

"Can you not hear that voice?" he asked, the fear making his voice tremble slightly.

Bellatrix paused for a second and listened. "No," she finally replied, her brows furrowed. "Follow them," she held out her hand for him to take. He gratefully clasped her hand and led her to where the voice sounded like it was coming from.

They walked quickly through the empty corridors of the school, the voice getting louder in Harry's head. Bellatrix's wand had slipped into her hand, and Harry could feel the magic almost rolling off her. It was calming to him, it wrapped around him like a blanket.

Then they turned a corner and the voice stopped. Silence.

Bellatrix pulled up short at the sight ahead of them. Frozen in mid-air, as if paused, floated Nearly Headless Nick, and just the other side of him, on the floor was a body. Bellatrix hurried forward and knelt at the student's side. She identified the student as Hannah Abbot, a Hufflepuff in Harry's year.

"Is she…?" Harry asked.

"No, just petrified," Bellatrix replied. "Morgana knows what's happened to Nick."

Bellatrix stood back up and swished her wand in the air, sending bright white lights in several directions. They moved too quickly for Harry to be sure, but they seemed to resemble feline creatures of some sort.

Bellatrix stood close to Harry, her wand still in her hand. Her feelings for the boy were obvious in this moment. If whatever it was that was doing this to her students chose to appear now, she would not hesitate for a second to tear it to pieces. A litany of vile, dark and forbidden spells came to her mind, as if waiting in the chamber to be blasted at whatever unfortunate person, or creature got in her way.

After a couple of minutes footsteps approached from both directions, and much to Harry's relief, Headmistress McGonagall, Professors Dumbledore, Sprout, Prewett and Black came onto the scene.

"Oh, Miss Abbot!" Sprout cried out.

"She's petrified," Bellatrix said. "You ever seen a petrified ghost, Albus?"

"I can't say I have, Bellatrix," Dumbledore frowned at the sight before him. It was rather queer.

"So this confirms it, the Chamber has been reopened," McGonagall said, the weight of responsibility plain on her face.

"I would assume so," Andromeda agreed.

"I think it would be for the best for Alice to escort Mr Potter back to the Gryffindor common room."

"That seems sensible," Andromeda nodded.

"Come, Harry," Alice held her arm out for the student. Harry was both reluctant to leave Bellatrix's side, and wanting to hear what they were going to say next, but he did as he was told and left with Alice to return to his common room.

"Voices again?" Andromeda asked Bellatrix. She nodded. "How strange. Presumably you did not hear this."

"No, but he led us straight here," Bellatrix said. "What possible connection could there be?"

"One of many questions, Bellatrix," Dumbledore said unhelpfully.

"Any answers, Albus?" He shook his head in response.

"Let's move Miss Abbot to Pomfrey first, then we'll convene in my office afterwards," McGonagall said.

"Anyone know how to levitate a ghost?" Andromeda asked.

"I'll summon the Baron," Bellatrix sighed.

The night just got stranger and stranger.


Bellatrix Black had had a stressful evening. Another student (not to mention a ghost) petrified. Talks about suspending school had already begun. The governors had naturally been informed and they planned to convene for an emergency meeting the following morning.

Bellatrix felt helpless. Without knowing who or what was doing this there was nothing that she could do about it. It was meant to be her speciality, defence, but she was stuck. She had to get to the bottom of it all soon, and she felt that going back to the past might help.

She was deep in thought as she turned a corner and walked straight into another body. "What are you doing out of bed?" she asked the blonde.

"The Nargles stole my shoes again, have you seen them?" she asked earnestly from her position on the floor, where she had been knocked to.

"The what?" Bellatrix asked.

"Nargles," the blond repeated. "I could do with my shoes before lessons tomorrow," she pointed out.

Bellatrix's forehead creased as she frowned, somewhat befuddled by the queer, pretty witch in front of her. "How about we look for them together then," she offered up her hand.

"That would be so fun!" Luna said as she was yanked up to standing.

"What house are you in?" Bellatrix asked, the girl being dressed in only pyjamas, cute stripy shorts and a top that barely reached her bellybutton. Bellatrix suspected some bullying may be involved, at least she imagined that to be more likely than whatever strangeness the girl thought occurred.

"Ravenclaw," she replied, happily skipping along the hallway next to Bellatrix. Bellatrix made a note to mention this to Aurora.

"Your name is Lovegood isn't it?"

"Yes, Professor," Luna confirmed.

"Well then let's find these shoes and then get you to bed."

The two of them walked in silence for a while with Luna merrily humming some tune to herself as she continued to skip. Bellatrix strode.

"Has this happened before?" Bellatrix asked.

"The Nargles are always stealing my shoes," Luna told her, in a voice that held no concern.

"Where do they usually hide them?"

"All over the place, but I normally have a good sense for where they are."

Bellatrix's wand light only extended so far, not helping their search. Nor were the grumpy pictures complaining about being woken, at least until they saw who it was.

"Here," Luna said suddenly, stopping dead.

"I don't see them," Bellatrix waved her wand over the area. Luna simply pointed up. And she was correct, there were her shoes, dangled over a wooden beam, close to the ceiling.

"The Nargles always let me know eventually."

"Accio shoes," Bellatrix said, pointing her wand at the stolen item. They rushed towards Bellatrix and she caught them in one hand, handing them to a delighted Luna.

"I can only just about get them to fall off," she says.

"That's good for a first year," Bellatrix compliments. "Now let's get you back to your dorm."

Once Luna had her shoes on, the two walked back through the corridors towards the Ravenclaw common room.

"This one time I won't take you to Aurora," Bellatrix said. She had had a bad enough evening as it was, she did not need to discipline the sweet girl, who had clearly had her things stolen. Bellatrix for once forewent dishing out punishment. "But next time, look for your things in the morning. The castle might not be as safe as I'd like," she admitted.

"Of course, Professor," Luna said. "Would you like me to suck your dick?" she asked, her tone never changing.

Bellatrix was slightly taken aback by the forwardness, particularly from a witch. But the idea was very appealing. It had been a hard evening after all (though she had already received one quality blowjob).

Luna very efficiently retrieved Bellatrix's hardening cock from beneath her black skirt. The length popped up against Luna's face. She giggled and held the dick, admiring it. "You have a very nice cock," Luna opined, licking the tip.

"Thank you," Bellatrix smirked, she found the strange girl to be very amusing.

Luna appraised the cock from all angles, licking up and down the length several times. Her tongue bumping along the veiny shaft.

Growing slightly impatient given the lateness, Bellatrix placed a hand on Luna's head and guided it to where it needed to be. Luna was more than happy to comply; she opened her mouth just in time for the thick length to be pushed in.

Bellatrix was expecting somewhat of a fight with the slight, inexperienced girl's mouth and throat. But there was none. Her cock slid right in, all the way to the balls. Luna's nose was soon in the tangle of black hairs at the base of Bellatrix's cock. "Ohhh Morgana," she groaned in pleasure. Luna's throat was so tight and yet also so receptive to have a cock shoved down it.

Testing this wonder, Bellatrix slid her cock in and out, faster and faster. Luna simply looked up at her with big, grey eyes. "What are you?" Bellatrix could not help but ask. Her cock was swaddled beautifully by the silky throat, even as she slammed herself in and out.

Luna's eyes were tearing, and her chin was caked in saliva, and yet there seemed to be no struggle. Bellatrix looked down at the girl's pretty face, her mouth stretched obscenely wide, and saw only serenity. "Oh, fuck," Bellatrix exclaimed as she removed her cock from between Luna's pink lips. "Where did you learn to take dick like that?"

"My daddy says I get it from my mummy. She died when I was nine, but he showed me some photos of her being gangbanged. I can't wait for my first gangbang!"

"Wow. Maybe dicksucking is genetic," Bellatrix chuckled. "I'm pretty close already," she admitted. "Your throat is absolutely magical and I'm going to cum down it."

Bellatrix placed both hands on Luna's head and held her in place. The blonde remained with her mouth open, tongue out and hands behind her back. She was ready to be used.

"Fuck! You're even better than my niece!" Bellatrix cried out as she thrust all eleven of her inches straight down Luna's throat. It felt similar to the way that Nymphadora morphed her body to easily take obscene inches of cock, but Luna might have been even better. And although both Harry and Nymphadora were both more skilled at the art of fellatio, Luna was the best oral fuckhole of the three. One of the best Bellatrix had ever had, as proved by how quickly she came undone and exploded down Luna's throat. "Fuuuuuuuuck," she groaned. Her cock spasmed in Luna's tight throat, spewing jets of hot cum straight into the girl's stomach.

Luna reached one hand to cup Bellatrix's balls, enjoying feeling them pulse in her palm, knowing they were pumping their load into her.

"You're incredible. Aurora will love you if she hasn't already discovered your talents."

"She has not, but I would also enjoy having her staff in my throat. I am told it is very big."

"It is," Bellatrix confirmed. "Same length as mine, though a little slimmer."

"I look forward to it," Luna smiled up at Bellatrix, her tummy below where her crop top ended bulging slightly.

"You get to bed now," Bellatrix said as she tucked herself back away. "And no more night-time walks."

"Yes, Professor," Luna agreed, before turning and quickly answering the week's riddle. Bellatrix got it too.

And then the perennially moody teacher walked herself off to bed. The stresses of the evening having been slightly relieved by the miracle of Luna's mouth. It was all Bellatrix could think about as she went about her bedtime routine; that silky, tight throat.

Then she fell into a peaceful sleep, the kind that can only be triggered by a pair of drained balls.


A/N: A bit of a shorter one this week, but still enjoyable, I hope. Things are getting serious now, and poor Ginny is in deep now. Plus the introduction of everyone's favourite quirky girl! Hope you all have a lovely weekend :)