Chapter 21
The Christmas holiday was inching ever closer. It was now late November, and the first years at Hogwarts were no longer acclimating themselves to life at a magical castle. Now they had to acclimate themselves to living in a cold, drafty, magical castle.
Harry smirked as he walked the corridors between classes. Students were bundled up in their heavy, winter robes. Their cheeks were pink and frozen, and they were sniffling their noses. The wind howled outside, and those that were unlucky enough to have to go to Herbology could see the Whomping Willows swaying back and forth, its massive trunk creaking while its smaller branches whipped against each other, creating a wooden clacking sound that was nearly drowned out by the fierce gale.
If you had looked to the Black Lake, no sign of the Giant Squid could be seen. A thin layer of ice was beginning to form on the surface, and the beast was smart enough to stay deep where the water was a bit warmer. The normal cawing of crows from the Forbidden Forest was oddly absent as they had flown South in search of warmer feeding grounds.
The arctic storm battered the old school, causing unsecured shutters to bang loudly against their window frames, sometimes breaking apart or even shattering the windows that they were supposed to protect. Those inside curled their bodies inward, creating a smaller profile as they quickly traversed the frigid corridors. Misty smoke billowed from their mouths as their warm breaths hit the frozen air. Some students didn't have mittens or gloves, and those that didn't were easily spotted as they huffed hot puffs of air from their mouths into their cupped palms. Harry Potter, however, was happily walking down the corridor wearing his normal, everyday robe. His warm breath couldn't be seen as he exhaled, and he certainly wasn't hunched over in an attempt to avoid the cold drafts of air. In fact, he didn't seem to be affected by the cold at all. Beside him, a bushy-haired girl shivered while looking up at him with pure hatred in her eyes.
Harry looked at Hermione and laughed. "I still don't know why you won't make me warm," she complained.
"You'll be warm when you can make yourself warm," he told her. Hermione sighed and pulled her thick robe tighter.
"I've tried! It barely works," she said. She had tried it wandless like Harry had done before whipping out her wand and trying it again. It worked … for about ten seconds, then the spell collapsed leaving her cold and shivering.
"Keep practicing," he told her bluntly. "I won't have an apprentice that can't do the basics," Harry whispered to her. Hermione shuddered when she heard those words.
Over the last couple of months, Hermione had shown her devotion to him time and time again. He eventually allowed her to become his apprentice. Once they had done the ritual, she found herself magically bound to him for the duration of her apprenticeship. Hermione often thought about how close they were magically bound. The thought turned her on more than she would like to admit. Ever since the day he nearly choked her to death, Hermione couldn't help but wallow in his presence. It was almost as if her filthy soul was crying out to be near him. He was everything she wanted to be, and he was the key to getting everything that she ever wanted. Deep down, she now knew that she would never overcome him. He was simply too powerful. Even trying would end in disaster for her. So she did the next best thing. She gave herself to him, mind, body, and soul … and Harry greedily accepted all three.
Since then, he had stepped up her training. Most of the easier stuff she picked up quickly. The harder stuff took a bit more time, just like the special Warming Charm that Harry used. It wasn't the same one that people used to heat up their tea. Harry's charm created a very thin layer of swirling, heated air that clung to his body. He had tried it on her so that she would know what it felt like. She had to admit, it worked really well, and with winter coming so soon, she wanted to master it as soon as possible. Sadly, even the proper wand-waving spell was difficult to pull off. Still, she was very motivated. For one, she didn't want to be cold this winter, and two, she didn't want to disappoint her Master. Just thinking about calling him Master made her stomach do flips. Even shivering, she felt her pussy heat up and moisten. Hermione wanted to tell everyone. She wanted everyone to know that it was she who was chosen … That she alone was good enough for him. Unfortunately, Harry had ordered her to keep it quiet. He didn't want anyone to know that he took her on as an apprentice. Apparently, he had big plans for the future, and he didn't want anyone looking too closely. Hermione immediately promised though she couldn't have betrayed him even if she wanted. She was under multiple restrictions due to Harry's careful planning.
Right after doing the ritual, Hermione confessed that she had a deal with Dumbledore. Normally, she wouldn't confess such a thing, but she was afraid of the magical consequences if she didn't come clean. Harry, of course, already knew. He knew when they had met, and he knew exactly what was said between them. How? The hell if she knew. Harry was just like that. He seemed to know everything. As punishment, she was stripped naked and put over his lap. Hermione could remember screaming in pain as the leather belt created fat welts of swollen flesh every time it struck her bare bottom. She didn't know how long it had lasted, but when it was done, she had wet streaks down her cheeks and wet streaks down the insides of her thighs. Her pussy had never been wetter. When she got on her knees and sucked him off, she instantly came when he shot his load into her mouth.
All she could think about was going back to his room, pulling his trousers off, and sucking him off until her mouth was rewarded with a thick, creamy load. Harry knew how to tease her. How many times had she lay on his bed, completely nude? Her legs would part, exposing her wet womanhood. She was there for the taking. Her body was being offered, but Harry continued to resist. How many times had she teased him by running her finger up and down her naked slit until his room stank of her whorish desires? Still, he resisted.
At times, she was incredibly frustrated. Though they had done a lot … Actually, they had done practically everything, but what they hadn't done was the one thing that Hermione wanted most of all. Often she dreamed of her new Master. She dreamed of him throwing her down and choking her again as he penetrated her over and over. There were times when she thought that she could actually feel the texture of his shaft as it pistoned in and out of her wet depths. Much to her annoyance, they were only dreams. Harry had never penetrated her with his cock. His fingers and tongue? Many times, but Hermione wanted more.
She watched him take many sixth and seventh-year girls back to his room. All of them had left with their hair a mess and cum dripping out from their abused pussies, so it wasn't like Harry was against having sex. She wondered why he wasn't doing that with her. Hermione figured that maybe she was too young. Maybe he liked older girls. They did, after all, have bigger boobs, wider hips, and so on. Like most girls her age, Hermione was still on the small side. Even though magical girls and boys entered puberty much earlier than their non-magical counterparts, they didn't really begin blossoming until sometime during their second year. As such, her boobs were small and perky, and she had gentle curves instead of the hourglass figures that some of the older girls had. There were, of course, exceptions. Susan Bones, for instance, had large B-cups that were well on their way to becoming C's. Her waist was thinning, and her hips were expanding. Hermione noticed several boys staring in her direction. When she noticed the redheaded slut making eyes at Harry, Hermione instantly wanted to throw acid in the bitch's face. It wasn't that Hermione cared about who Harry fucked, but if he was going to fuck a girl in their year, it was going to be her.
She decided to continue with what she had been doing. Teasing him until he finally gave in and fucked her senseless. In the meantime, she would enjoy the things that they did do together.
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Harry had been keeping an eye on the room in the third-floor corridor where the entrance to the underground chambers was located. Like before, Fluffy the Cerberus was keeping guard of the trapdoor. Unlike before, Snape wasn't there to keep Quirrell away. Therefore, Harry kept his map on him almost all of the time.
Since the school year began, Harry made sure to befriend the half-giant, Hagrid. Harry knew that there was no way that Hagrid would have willingly betrayed him before. There wasn't an evil bone in the man's body. When asked about three-headed dogs, Hagrid had confirmed that he had bought one from a "Greek chappie" at the Leaky Cauldron. After that, Harry had done a quick check and found that the dog was indeed guarding the trapdoor.
It was late at night, and the corridors were freezing. For some reason, the ghosts of the castle were particularly lively that night. Quirrell was seen pacing back and forth in front of the room, his little, black dot moving from side to side. During the Halloween Feast, Harry had been waiting for the crazy Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to come bursting in and yelling, "Troll in the dungeon!", though he never had. Harry guessed that since Snape wasn't in any shape to watch Quirrell, the man wasn't as desperate as he had been before. The feast ended without incident.
Completely invisible, Harry silently crept down the stairs and into the third-floor corridor. As he did, Peeves flew by blowing raspberries. It didn't take long before he saw his professor standing in front of the door tapping his chin. Harry could barely hear the raspy, high-pitched voice of Voldemort being muffled by the thickly-wrapped turban. Harry pressed his back to the wall and waited. It was ten minutes later that Quirrell waved his wand and unlocked the door. As the door opened, Harry heard the low rumble of three massive dog heads growling. By then, Harry couldn't hear what Voldemort was telling Quirrell, but he could tell that Quirrell was hesitant. Slowly, Quirrell took a few steps until he was partway into the room. He momentarily stopped there, as if he was making a plan. As he took another step, Harry waved his hand and hit Quirrell with a Tripping Jinx. He cried out in a funny-sounding, warbling voice as his foot was caught up. His body tipped forward into the room and out of view with a hard, meaty smack.
The sound of growling quickly turned into snarling. Then the barking came. That was followed by the pained scream of Quirrell as Fluffy latched onto something. Harry watched in amusement as Quirrell stumbled out of the room, holding a badly bleeding arm.
"You incompetent fool!" he heard Voldemort hiss.
"What's going on over there?!" Harry heard Filch yell as the unpleasant caretaker stomped up the stairs.
"Run, you worthless imbecile! I cannot be discovered!" the voice said from Quirrell's turban. As he ran down the corridor, Harry hit him with the same Jinx again. Quirrell stumbled to the side and crashed right into a suit of armor. Harry would be surprised if the metallic bang wasn't heard clear across the school as the armor hit the ground and the pieces scattered.
"RULE BREAKERS!" Filch shouted with glee as he skidded around the corner. By then, Quirrell was turning the corner in the distance while Voldemort insulted him with every step. Filch took off in the same direction, following the sounds of Voldemort's voice. When Filch disappeared around the corner, Harry chuckled happily and went back to his room. He was certain that Quirrell was done for the night.
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It was only a couple of days later when Harry saw that Quirrell was at it again, only this time he wasn't outside Fluffy's room. He was making his way across the grounds, heading toward the Forbidden Forest. Harry knew that there was only one reason why. The bastard was going out to sip on a bit of unicorn blood.
Harry moved the blanket off of his body and found Hermione asleep with her head resting on his thigh. Her face was nuzzling his soft cock, and he could feel her warm breath as she slowly and steadily exhaled. He found it amazing how quick she was to devote herself to him. 'Even psychos get lonely,' Harry figured. Every night she slept in the same position, with her face pressed against his groin. On the nights when he didn't have "company" sleeping over, Hermione would suck him off, guzzle down his cum, and quickly drift off to sleep. Harry, of course, didn't complain about her behavior. In fact, he encouraged it by scratching her head and calling her "Pet". Hermione practically purred when he called her that. In return, she began calling him "Master". He made sure that she only called him that in private. He didn't want Dumbledore to take a closer look at their strange relationship.
Harry got up, which made Hermione groan in her sleep. Harry flung the blanket back over her head and got dressed. Grabbing the broom that he had smuggled in from his trunk, Harry opened the window and flew out. He stopped, closed the window back up, and magically marked the window so that he was able to easily find it upon his return. With that done, he put on the speed and flew toward the Forbidden Forest. The worst of the storm had already passed, but the air was definitely colder than it had been before. He wouldn't be surprised if the chill didn't go away until late spring. His magic flared, and he felt warm again. Harry stayed high and out of sight while he checked the map again. The dot was just entering the forest. Putting his map away, Harry shot forward in the direction of Quirrell. Once he was close enough, Harry activated his Mage Sight. Quirrell's light-blue form burst into color. Harry spotted a swirling vortex of magic on the back of his head. His turban couldn't hide Voldemort from Harry's powerful eyes. Grotesque and gangrenous in color, Harry fought the urge to send a Killing Curse his way. Harry wanted the events in school to play out as close to the last time as possible, otherwise, his memories of the future events were worthless.
With his Mage Sight going full blast, Harry was able to easily follow him, even flying above the forest canopy. At some point, Quirrell began flying without the use of a broom, but Harry easily kept pace with him.
'I really need to take the time to practice that,' Harry told himself. From Voldemort's memories, Harry already knew HOW to fly without a broom, but he lacked the practice. Flying without a broom was incredibly dangerous. Voldemort wasn't the first to figure it out. Not by a long shot. However, many had been seriously injured or even killed while attempting it. Only a raging lunatic would try. He decided to practice the coming summer.
It took a while before Quirrell was able to find a unicorn, and catching it wasn't easy. Unicorns were fast and nimble. Harry dipped low, breaking through the thin branches of the upper canopy. Positioning himself behind Quirrell, he waited until the perfect opportunity to strike. As Quirrell lunged, Harry conjured a fireball in his hand and tossed it at Voldemort's host body. The fireball arched through the air and hit the back of his turban. A small explosion later and his turban was a blazing inferno.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGG!" Quirrell's voice cracked through the quiet forest as he ran in circles. Voldemort's voice joined in, hurling insults and directions. During this time, the unicorn easily got away. Finally, Quirrell waved his wand and snuffed the fire out. His turban was a charred, smoking mess. He let out a pathetic crying laugh as he placed his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Just then … THUNK!
"AAAAAAAARRRRRGH!" he yelled again as a wooden arrow became lodged in his left buttock. His back arched violently, and he reached back, grabbing hold of the arrow's shaft.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Voldemort cried out in panic as another arrow narrowly missed the back of Quirrell's head. Soon after, the sound of Quirrell's fluttering robe was the only thing that could be heard. Once he was gone, the normal sounds of the forest returned.
Not eager to be seen by the Centaurs, Harry began making his way back to the school. With his Mage Sight still on, Harry wondered at the vivid colors that were on display in the forest. Eager for a closer look, Harry flew at ground level. Harry wasn't afraid of being ambushed by anything magical. He would be able to see Centaurs and Acromantulas coming from a mile away. As he lazily flew his broom, he noticed that one bush was covered in strings that were glowing silvery blue. Taking a closer look, Harry saw that they were unicorn hairs that had been snagged by the bush as the unicorns ran by. The ground right next to the bush had a trail trampled into the dirt. He figured that this was a unicorn trail.
Harry whistled in appreciation. The prices of whole unicorn hairs fluctuated anywhere from seven to eleven Galleons each. During the summer, they were selling for eight Galleons each, and the bush he was standing in front of had at least a hundred. Not only that but there were several bushes in the distance that had hairs on them as well. He damn sure wasn't going to leave them there to rot. Having a stash of them for his potions and rituals wouldn't be a bad thing. Harry cracked his fingers and got to work.
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Quietly slipping through the window, Harry was met with Hermione's look of intrigue. "Where did you go, Master?" she asked him, getting out of bed and not caring that her nude body was on display. The fire was low, and the room was getting chilly. He could see her soft, smooth skin erupt in goosebumps. Her little nipples became hard as rocks in the cold air, and she started rubbing her arms to keep warm. Harry waved his hand at the fireplace, and the flames grew large and bright, throwing heat into the room.
"A bit of late-night foraging," Harry told her the half-truth. He held up his conjured sack and shook it. She eyed the bag and caught it when he tossed it to her. "Some ingredients can only be harvested at night, or on certain days, or …"
"During certain phases of the moon," Hermione finished for him. Harry smiled and nodded. Hermione opened the sack and emptied it out on the table.
"That's a lot of unicorn hairs," she commented as she pulled out the bundle. "There's got to be hundreds in here!"
"Yeah. They should last me a while," Harry told her as he pulled off his shirt.
"What's this?" she asked, holding up a plant with green, fan-shaped leaves.
"Lady's Mantle," Harry said. "Not particularly rare, but it is pricey. They grow very slowly, and it takes several years for them to reach an acceptable level of maturity before they can be picked. This one's at least six or seven years old. It should produce some good potions," he said, not telling her that he already had a plan for the small plant.
Hermione spent the next several minutes going over the different ingredients that he had found in the forest. By the time she was done, Harry was already naked and ready for bed. As he lay down, Hermione crawled between his legs and wrapped her lips around his cock. He threaded his fingers through the busy hair on the back of her head while she began sucking his cock. 'She's gotten good,' Harry thought as he yawned. It didn't take long before he released into her mouth. His little minion happily gobbled down his spunk and fell asleep with his soft cock tickling her lips.
Chapter 22
"Alright … Hold still," Harry said, as he twisted his Veela hair wand through the air in very precise and intricate patterns. Hermione kept quiet as he did, not wanting to screw things up when she was so close to having the Trace removed. It didn't take long before a slight chill hit her body. Harry then pointed the tip of his wand at a plain, silver ring that was held between the fingers of his opposite hand. She then heard a tinkling sound, as though a crystal glass had tipped over on a hard surface. When he was done, he waved his wand at her again and nodded, proud of his work. Checking the ring, he smiled. "Finished," he said.
"It's done?" she asked in surprise. "That was fast."
"I'm a fast worker," he told her, taking her hand and slipping the silver ring onto her finger. Hermione held her hand up and looked at the ring. There was nothing spectacular about it. It looked like a men's wedding ring, only silver.
"I transferred the Trace from your body to that ring," he explained. "You need to wear it at the beginning of every year when you enter the platform and get on the train. Every student that's not seventeen is checked. Traces do accidentally break on occasion, so it'll be re-added to those that don't have it. If you have that ring on you, it won't be added again."
"But how am I supposed to do magic if I have this in my house?" she asked, confused. Harry handed her a small, metal box with Runes etched all across the outside.
"You can either hide it very far away from your house, which is what I'll be doing … Harry held up his hand, and she saw that he had an identical-looking ring on his finger.
"... or you can keep it inside that box. I made that box myself. Magic can't penetrate it as long as the lid is shut. When you get home, just put the ring inside, keep it closed, and hide it somewhere safe."
"Thank you, Master!" she said happily, placing the box in her bag.
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"I really wish that you could stay with us," Ron said as he easily crunched on a small sack of Pepper Imps. Harry looked on in fascination. Pepper Imps were a hard candy that caused the eater to breathe fire and blow smoke from their ears. Instead of sucking on them, as one was supposed to do, Ron popped them into his mouth and bit down, creating a loud crunch. Harry wondered if that sound was from the candy or his teeth breaking. As he spoke, no flames came from his mouth. There was, however, a bit of smoke coming from his ears and nose.
"Yeah … Maybe next year," Harry said as he turned away from the spectacle. Hermione rolled her eyes at the redhead and went back to reading her book.
"I asked my mum, but she said that my brother, Charlie, is paying for us to come visit him in Romania. That oughta be fun." As he spoke, bits of the white candy shot from his mouth and landed on the seat across from them. "He works with dragons, you know."
"Really?" Harry asked, feigning interest. Ron nodded.
"Who knows," he suddenly smiled with a smug expression. "Maybe this time I'll go one on one with a dragon."
"You definitely should," Harry got excited. "That would be brilliant! I can just imagine the newspaper headlines from around the world … RONALD WEASLEY: MASTER OF DRAGONS," Harry said. "It has a nice ring to it."
Ron's eyes were dazed as he stared off into space. His cheek was puffy from holding a mouthful of Pepper Imps in the right side of his mouth, like some redheaded chipmunk. "It does have a nice ring to it," he finally said.
Harry continued to egg him on until they finally pulled into King's Cross Station. After de-training, they escorted Ron to his family. Harry noticed that Ginny was staring at him with wide, devoted eyes. Molly had on her normal, motherly expression that Harry knew was a lie. The bitch was just as cold-blooded as Dumbledore. Probably even more so … Harry mentally added. Harry was going to have fun fucking up their lives. That would have to wait though. He couldn't act too fast. He had to be patient and slow. Ruining Ronald Weasley was just Act I of a very long show.
As Molly fussed over her children, Harry smiled at Ginny who blushed in return. "You must be Ginny," he quietly told her. Ginny's face turned bright red as she nodded. "It's nice to meet you," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
Ginny shuddered and gasped. She was forced to snap her legs together to keep the naughty sensation from embarrassing her. Her face suddenly felt hot … a little too hot if she was being honest. Her hand was still in his, and she desperately hoped that he would never let it go. Just the opposite in fact. If she had her way, he would take that hand and touch her anywhere and everywhere. He could touch her anywhere that he desired. If he wanted her to touch HIM, all he needed to do was ask. Even less than that, she thought. He could simply take her hand and place it wherever he wanted to be touched. There was no way that she would deny him. She would never deny him anything, she thought as he finally let her hand go. By then, her mother was now fussing over him.
Off to the side, Hermione snorted as the redheaded skank blushed like a horny, little bitch getting licked for the first time. She immediately knew that this Ginny Weasley girl was a nobody. She was nothing compared to Hermione Granger. She would be at Harry's side while the best Ginny Weasley could hope for was to be a cum-dump that was used and tossed away. No doubt that Ginny would accept and probably love that. She would come back crawling, begging for his cock to fill her loose asshole with another load of his perfect seed. No, Ginny Weasley was no threat to Hermione Granger. In fact, Hermione actually felt sorry for the little bitch. Maybe she would convince Harry to take her on as a sex toy. That would only happen AFTER Harry finally fucked her properly. Hermione would see to that. Visions of Ginny sucking on his fat cock while she viciously whipped her ass from behind filled Hermione's demented mind. Yes, she could have lots of fun with the youngest Weasley. She then turned her sights to Molly Weasely. She was hugging Harry and pulling his face into her big tits. 'Am I imagining it, or is that cow rubbing her cleavage against his face?' Hermione asked herself as she looked closer. It was very subtle, but there was no doubt. She is! Hermione actually found it terribly funny, though she kept herself from laughing.
Despite her amusement, Hermione actually wondered why the woman would do such a thing. As far as she knew, Mrs. Weasley was happily married. 'Maybe her marriage isn't all that happy,' Hermione told herself, thinking of her parents' marriage. 'Or maybe she's just a big fan.'
From an objective point of view, Hermione thought that Molly wasn't terrible to look at. She had some meat on her bones for sure, but she didn't look old or tired like so many women did after having a bunch of children. Her robe, which was probably a size too small, hugged her body a little more than normal. Hermione could see that she had an hourglass figure with wide hips and big tits. From what she could tell, Molly also had a nice, fat ass. She wouldn't be surprised if the woman got hit on frequently. Hermione could also tell that she likely only had five to ten years left of being a "sexy, older woman". After that, she would just be another woman past her prime. Hermione shook her head. Had she not had so many children, she may have had twenty to twenty-five years left. Magical women did, after all, age slower and more gracefully than non-magical women, but there was only so much that magic could do for you when you put your body under such stress. That was probably why so many pureblood women only had one or two. They were trying to remain sexy for longer, Hermione thought.
"Now you be a good boy! We'll have you over this summer for sure!" Molly's voice rang out as Harry walked over to Hermione. She guessed that Mrs. Weasley didn't give two licks about her. She didn't even introduce herself! Hermione instantly didn't like the woman, and she swore that she would get even for that blatant disrespect. However, she put that to the back of her mind once Harry was at her side. Hermione wrapped her arms around his bicep and directed him toward the exit where she knew her mother would be waiting.
"That woman's a cunt," Hermione said quietly. Harry laughed.
"If you only knew," he joked.
"You know … You put delusions of grandeur into Ron's head. He might accidentally kill himself in Romania," she told him. Again, Harry chuckled.
"If only we were so lucky." This time it was Hermione that laughed. She actually hoped that the boy would end up being eaten by a dragon during winter break, but she wasn't holding her breath. 'He's like a bad penny … He always turns up,' Hermione thought as she saw her mother's smiling face.
"Hermione!" her mother said happily. Hermione smiled back and let her mother hug her. She really didn't like the touchy-feely mother-daughter crap, but she kept her opinion to herself.
"Mum … This is Harry Potter," she said. "Harry, this is my mother, Emma Granger," Hermione said, introducing them.
Harry had, of course, seen Mrs. Granger before. She looked like Hermione, only older. Her hair was long and brown, just like Hermione's. Unlike Hermione's however, Emma's was styled nicely in soft, loose curls. She had big, brown eyes, a cute, little nose, and plump, pink lips. She was dressed smartly in a white blouse that was tucked into a waist-high, dark gray pencil skirt. Her feet were covered by shiny, black high heels. Over her shoulder was the strap of what looked to be an expensive handbag. Being dentists, Hermione's parents could afford the better things in life. When she smiled at him, he could see a row of perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth. Just as the last time he had seen her, his cock hardened from her lovely scent. "It's nice to meet you, Harry. I'm glad Hermione has made some friends at school."
Harry smiled back. "The pleasure's mine, Mrs. Granger, and yes, Hermione is a great friend."
Harry hugged Hermione and whispered in her ear. "I'll arrive at midnight."
After their goodbyes were said, the two girls left, and Harry slipped through the archway and back into the regular train station. Harry walked toward the exit and suddenly stopped. Kneeling down to pretend to tie his shoe, he looked behind him before activating his Mage Sight. 'Gotcha,' he smugly told himself. There was an invisible person following him around, and the foul stench of the person told him everything he needed to know. Dumbledore had put Mundungus Fletcher on him. Dumbledore probably wanted to know who was picking him up, and who he interacted with on the train station. Harry shook his head. He'd let the old man think that he's really getting one over on him, otherwise, he might just use someone a little more competent and pleasant-smelling the next time. Getting up, Harry began walking faster and slipped through a thick crowd of people where he knew Mundungus couldn't follow. Harry then bent low and doubled around before slipping into the public restroom. Once out of sight, Harry disappeared leaving Fletcher none the wiser.
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Hermione was sitting on her bed, impatiently tapping her fingers on her jean-clad thighs. For the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, she looked at the digital clock resting on the nightstand beside her bed. The red numbers remained at 11:57. She glared in annoyance, and as if sensing her anger, the number changed to 11:58. Tapping on her window made her jump in fright. She was so focused on the clock that she failed to keep track of her surroundings. Quickly turning her head toward the window, she saw Harry's face surrounded by darkness. Bolting from the bed, she quietly opened the window. "You're early," she said quietly. Her parents were asleep, and she didn't want to wake them up.
"I know. Is your ring in the box?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "Have you tried magic yet?"
Hermione couldn't help but blush. She didn't know why she was suddenly so embarrassed. It wasn't news to him that she desperately wanted to be able to use magic outside of school. Every student did. "Yeah," she said.
"Did you get a letter from the Ministry?"
"No, no letter. No warning. No nothing," she assured him. Harry nodded.
"Good. Seems I did everything properly. Remember … nothing big or flashy," he reminded her. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yes, you've told me." He didn't want her accidentally burning down or blowing up half the neighborhood. The Ministry would definitely find out about that.
Harry climbed through the window, and Hermione stood back to give him room. Once inside, he pulled down the window behind him. Pulling a flat circle of fired clay with Runes on it from his pocket, Harry tapped his wand against it and tossed it on Hermione's bed.
"That clay coin contains a powerful Compulsion Charm. It should keep your parents very confused for the next few days. They probably won't even think about you. It'll activate in five minutes. We need to be gone by then because it'll probably affect me too. When I bring you home, destroy it, alright?" Harry looked directly at her. Hermione nodded seriously.
"I will," she promised.
"Okay, take my hand, and we'll go."
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks. As quick as a flash, she took his hand in hers and held onto it tightly. Hermione suddenly felt as though her body was being compressed from all sides. The compression was so severe that the breath was being squeezed from her very lungs. Just when she was beginning to panic, the compression stopped, and Hermione nearly fell over. Harry steadied her by grabbing her upper arm. Hermione was gasping for breath. "That … was … terrible!" she huffed with every exhale. Harry chuckled, finding the whole thing amusing.
"You get used to it. Of course, it isn't so bad when you're the one Apparating," he told her as he went to check on his cauldron. Hermione trusted that he was telling the truth, and as much as she disliked the sensation, Apparition was much too useful not to learn. In fact, she wanted to learn how as quickly as possible.
"You'll teach me … right?" she asked. She saw him nod as he hunched over a large cauldron. Walking over to him, she looked in. "What's this?"
"Part of your bath," he said with a bit of humor. "Your bathtub is right there," he told her, jerking his thumb. She followed it and saw a copper cauldron sitting in the middle of what looked to be a ritual circle. Hermione's heart began beating faster. She watched as Harry dumped the first cauldron into the second. As he continued to work, he said, "Hand me your wand and then strip naked."
Without even thinking twice, she pulled her wand from her pocket and handed it to him. As she undressed, she looked around. It appeared that she was in some kind of potions lab that had seen better days. Still, it was loaded with awesome-looking stuff that she desperately wanted to play around with. Hopefully, Harry would let her later. Completely naked, she folded her clothes and placed them on a nearby bed. She guessed that that was where they would be sleeping. She was thankful that the bed was in much better shape than the crusty, old room.
"Into the cauldron. Mind the circle," Harry told her. Hermione tip-toed through the circle and stopped short. She squeaked when Harry grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. Hermione was lowered into the bubbling cauldron until everything below her breasts was submerged. Harry then left the circle. She watched as he pulled his wand out.
"When I tell you to, dunk your entire body into the liquid," he ordered.
"Will it hurt?" she asked, feeling slightly nervous.
"It won't hurt me a bit," Harry smirked. Hermione wanted to slap that look right off of his handsome face. Instead, she glared at him. She watched as he activated the Runes and called out the incantation. "NOW!" he called out. Hermione took a deep breath and dunked her head.
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A few hours later, Hermione woke up with a groan. Her body ached all over. She tried to sit up but fell back onto the bed. "You'll be sore all day," Harry's voice suddenly rang out from across the room. She turned her head and saw him preparing some ingredients. He stood up and grabbed a tray. Walking over to her, he sat down on the bed and placed the tray on her lap. There was a glass of orange juice and a bowl of cut fruit. As soon as she smelled the fruit, her stomach growled loudly. She couldn't help but blush in embarrassment.
"Don't worry about the pain. You'll be sleeping most of the day anyway," he told her. Hermione nodded and began eating. Just as he had stated, Hermione almost immediately fell back to sleep after eating. She woke up a few more times during the day and ate each time she did. The following morning, she woke up and felt much better.
Getting out of bed, she stumbled momentarily. She blinked her eyes. Was she taller? She didn't realize that she had asked that out loud until Harry answered her.
"A couple of inches."
Hermione looked down at her bare feet. She felt tall even though she was still of average height for a girl her age. Before she had been slightly short. Still, she wasn't going to complain. "My magic?" she asked in a raspy voice. Harry pointed to a glass of water on the side table. Hermione grabbed and greedily drank from it. Harry handed her back her wand.
"Try Lumos," he said. Hermione said the incantation and quickly dropped her wand with a squeal. A bright ball of light erupted from the tip. The light was so bright that she actually felt a tiny bit of heat radiating from it. Her wand clattered to the ground and rolled to a stop a few feet away. "Seems like a success," Harry laughed. Hermione squealed happily and jumped into his arms. He peppered his face with kisses.
"Oh thank you, Master!" she squealed, kissing him everywhere while not-so-subtly grinding her naked pussy against his body.
"There is one more thing that I want to do," Harry interrupted her. Hermione stopped kissing him but continued to rub herself against him.
"Anything, Master," she said sensually, pressing herself harder against him.
"I was hoping you would say that," Harry smiled, and faster than she could react, she was hit by a stunner. Hermione's body gave out, but Harry caught her. He took her back to the bed and got to work.
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned. Again, her body ached, though not as badly as when she took her potion bath. "Harry …," she called out. "What the hell happened?" she asked, confused.
"Sorry for knocking you out, but I wanted to modify your body a bit," he told her. She looked around for him and finally saw him coming up to her.
"Without my permission?" she asked, her hackles beginning to rise. Harry, however, raised an eyebrow.
"As your Master, I don't need any permission. Do you remember your vows?"
Hermione suddenly felt silly. Old habits died hard, after all. Her face began to heat up and she nodded.
"Good … and the next time you take that tone with me, I'll take a belt to your bare ass. Understand?" he asked in a threatening manner. Hermione felt her eyes sting in shame.
"Yes, sir," she said softly, lowering her head submissively.
"Stand up," he ordered. Hermione was instantly on her feet. This time, she felt different. Her body felt strange. "Turn around," he said. She did. As she turned, she came face to face with a full-length mirror. She suddenly saw herself with Harry standing right behind her. She looked like herself, only different. Her face … was prettier. Her hair wasn't a wild bush of tangles. Her eyes sparkled as though they were embedded with jewel dust. Her teeth were whiter and straighter than before. Her nose was still small, but it now had an undeniable cuteness to it. Her skin was still pale, but it now had a healthy sheen, and there was a slight, natural pinkness to her cheeks like she was already wearing makeup. Even her eyebrows were perfectly shaped.
"You almost made me regret all the work I put in on you," he said as he placed one hand on her hip and the other on her belly. He slowly slid his hand up until it pushed between the middle of her tits. His words felt like a punch in the gut to her. His hand crept even higher until it was wrapped around her thin neck. "That would have been such a shame. Look how good you turned out," he whispered to her. He used his hand to turn her head slightly. Her jaw seemed slightly more angular.
"W-What did you do, Master?" she asked.
"I created a permanent beautification potion and ritual just for you. As my little pet, I want you to look your best," he told her as his hand moved back down, and he cupped her tit. She felt his thumb flicking back and forth over her hard nipple. Hermione saw the size of her tits in the mirror and gasped.
"My breasts!"
Instead of A's, they were now large B's. Not only that, but her hips were wider as well. He turned her to the side and showed off her ass. It jutted out a little more than normal. Harry slapped it hard enough that a loud crack echoed through the chamber. Hermione yelped loudly, but she couldn't help but look on in fascination as the meat of her ass jiggled. She had a jiggly ass! Hermione was ecstatic! She knew that being sexy opened up so many more doors. "Your skin is also softer and smoother," he told her. His other hand snaked between her legs, and his fingers tickled her perfectly smooth mound. As he did, a fat bead of arousal dripped down her leg. "You'll never have to shave again."
Harry ran his hands up her sides, and he lifted her arms into the air. They moved back down, and his fingertips caressed her incredibly sensitive underarms. Hermione shuddered badly. By then, drops of pussy juice were dripping down onto the floor. His fingers played with her breasts, and her nipples ached and longed to be in his mouth.
"I can't wait to see what you'll look like in a few years," Harry teased her. Hermione moaned like a whore. Unable to control herself, she crawled back on the bed and arched her back. Her now shapely ass lifted into the air like a cat in heat. Harry could see her perfect pussy glistening with wetness. She wiggled her ass tantalizingly.
"Please fuck me, Master … Please," she quietly begged as she reached underneath her. He watched as she used two fingers to spread her lips. Harry positioned himself behind her and tickled her clit with one finger. Hermione was mewling and rubbing herself against his finger.
"You need to earn my cock, Pet," Harry teased her by pinching her clit. Hermione squealed and shuddered. Harry then lashed out with his magic and telepathically began to massage her asshole. Hermione was dripping like a two Galleon whore.
"How, Master?" she asked, rubbing his crotch with her foot.
"Help me seduce your mother, and you'll earn my cock," he told her. He then molded his magic and penetrated her asshole with it. He saw her ass puckered before screaming in pure pleasure. She violently came while squirting juices all over him.
"I WILL, MASTER! I PROMISE!" she screeched as he violated her asshole over and over with his magic.
Chapter 23
Harry smiled down at Hermione who was on her bed, completely nude and lying on her back. Her head hung down over the edge of her mattress where she was taking him down her throat. Harry moaned as he slowly and steadily thrust into her open mouth. Her legs were spread wide, and her fingers were rubbing circles over her hard clit. Since the beautification, Hermione especially loved to be nude.
"Here it comes … Don't spill a drop," Harry groaned as he thrust a bit harder. After a few more seconds, he sighed as he emptied his balls down Hermione's throat. Like a pro, she was drinking it down until he pulled his cock from her mouth. Hermione was breathing heavily while he examined his still-hard cock. It was shiny with wetness and completely clean. By then, Hermione had sat up and was wiping her mouth. Harry laid on her bed and stretched out. Hermione took the opportunity to straddle his thigh and slowly move her hips back and forth. Her lovely eyes, which looked bigger since the ritual, fluttered in pleasure as she smeared her juices all over his leg. Her mouth was slightly open, and Harry could see her little, pink tongue poking out from between her perfect, white teeth. Her lips were a bit fuller since the ritual, and they were certainly a healthier shade of pink. He wasn't going to lie, Hermione had turned into a little sex kitten.
"M-Master!" she gasped in pleasure as she rode his thigh. He could feel the intense heat of her pussy as she pressed it harder against his leg.
"Yes, Pet?" he asked with a smile, palming her B-cup tit his hand. He flicked his thumb over her hard, pink nipple a few times which made her arch her back and moan.
"I was thinking …" she choked out as he felt his leg getting wetter. "I can use a compulsion on my mother … you know … like you did when you took me away for the ritual. I think that would be the easiest and quickest way," she told him.
"That's cheating. No mind or body-altering magic can be used against her. Inviting me to bed must be her choice," Harry told her the rules.
"But that will make it way harder!" Hermione complained as her hips began to move faster.
"No doubt it will," said Harry. "Just think of it as a test. When you pass, you'll be greatly rewarded," Harry smirked, flipping her over and spreading her legs wide. He rubbed his thick head up and down the length of her slit and smacked it a few times on her swollen clit. Hermione's back bowed, and her toes curled as she came hard.
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Later that day, after Harry had gone back to France, Hermione sat in her room thinking. How was she going to make her mother horny for Harry's cock? That was going to be difficult. The age difference was a major hurdle, as was the fact that her parents were still married. Why they were still married, she didn't know. They argued all the time, and even though they tried their best to hide it from her, Hermione could always tell when they were angry with one another. Hermione never complained. She enjoyed the tension between them, and as much as she liked when they argued, that was going to have to come to an end. Her mother couldn't be with Harry if her father was always hanging around. But how to end their marriage? Hermione tapped her chin as she thought deeply about the subject.
Her parents were both nice enough people, and they gave her the space that she wanted. Hermione didn't like to be babied after all. Even so, she preferred to be left to her own devices. Her father rarely if ever tried to spend time with her, which earned him some points with her. Her mother tried sometimes, but much less so than a normal mother would. In truth, she wouldn't care one bit if her parents got divorced. The only thing that she would truly miss was their arguing, but she could do without it. The only question was how to go about it. Hermione thought hard as she sat there in her silent room. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and a smile formed on her cute face. Harry said that she wasn't allowed to use magic on her mother. He said nothing about using it on her father. Hermione giggled as she started to make her plans.
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Hermione jolted from her bed when she heard the front door slam shut. She could hear her parents' voices, loud and angry. She smiled widely and quietly slipped through her room's door. She hid against the wall right next to the stairs so she wouldn't be seen but still be able to hear what was going on.
"I can't believe you did that!" her mother cried out. "And right there in broad daylight!"
"I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me," her father began. Hermione's smile grew.
Hermione had known for a couple of years that her father had a crush on the woman who lived two houses down. She was in her late twenties and was fairly good-looking. What had caught her father's attention was the fact that she was rocking double F tits, and all her sweaters were very tight. Hermione had seen him many times chatting her up and flirting when her mother wasn't around. All it took was for her to put a compulsion on her father and another on the busty bimbo down the street.
"The neighbors all saw you and her going at it like a couple of horny teenagers! Did you think that I wouldn't hear about it?" her mother's shrill voice rang out. Hermione's smile grew wider. She had hoped that she performed the spell correctly. It seemed that she had.
"Listen … I …"
"OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP, DAN!" her mother screamed. "I'm sick of pretending that everything's okay. I'm sick of always being miserable, and I'm especially sick of you !"
"Now look here!" her father's angry voice chimed in. Hermione giggled happily and went back into her room. She flopped onto her bed and happily listened to her parents swearing at each other. At some point, she even slid her hand down the front of her panties, and she began playing with herself to the sound of their hateful fighting. She hadn't counted the number of times she came before her parents went to bed in separate rooms.
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Harry walked down a backstreet in Diagon Alley. He couldn't remember ever being on this particular road. He didn't recognize any of the shops other than Pelott's Potioneering Supplies, which sold specialty equipment that the average person would never need. Harry had owl-ordered a few things from the shop. He checked the letter that he had received that morning again. "Cafe Mageia," he read. Putting the letter away, he continued to walk. It was a couple more minutes of walking before he saw the small cafe. Harry wasted no time in going in.
The bell above the door rang as he walked in. As the door closed behind him, he saw no one at the counter. Looking around, he could see a dozen or so tables scattered around, none of them filled. That wasn't shocking since it was well past lunchtime and before most of the shops in Diagon Alley closed. The cafe wasn't anything too fancy, though it did look clean. He was about to call out when a woman just past her prime came in from the back and smiled at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter," she told him.
"The pleasure's mine," Harry said almost automatically. She smiled again.
"She's waiting for you in the private room. Down the hall, last door on the right," the woman told him, pointing. Harry nodded and thanked her before slipping down the hall. When he reached the correct door, he opened it and walked inside.
Sitting in a chair with her legs crossed was none other than Narcissa Malfoy. Harry had received her letter by owl that morning. She asked him to meet up at this cafe, at this specific time. Harry quickly wrote back stating that he would. He really had no idea what she wanted, and even though he very much doubted that she was trying to set him up, he remained ready and vigilant.
The room was completely empty other than her. Her chair was turned so that she was facing the door. As soon as he entered, he caught her full beauty right in the face. As was Pureblood tradition, her skin was very light, like she hadn't spent a moment in the sun in at least a year. Somehow, her skin still looked healthy. In fact, her legs looked very healthy, Harry thought. She was wearing a striking red dress that was scandalously short for a woman of her station. Had she been caught wearing that in a picture, there was little doubt that it would have been plastered all over the gossip magazines that the Pureblood housewives loved so much. Harry, however, didn't mind at all. She looked fantastic in his opinion. The short hem was riding up her thighs, exposing most of her gorgeous thighs. The neckline of her tiny dress was cut low enough to show off a deep valley of cleavage. The dress was held up by two very thin strings that left most of her shoulders bare. On her feet, she wore matching red high heels.
Her hair was long and luxurious and was styled in very loose curls that twisted down her back and over her shoulder. Unlike her two sisters, she was the only blonde in her family. Like her sisters, she shared the same stunning beauty that made men's cocks hard every time they passed by. Narcissa had gone all out with the makeup. It wasn't overdone as though she were going out to some fancy gala. Instead, her makeup was light and sparingly used to enhance her beauty. Her eyes, however, were smoky and sensual, and her lips were wet and pink. Harry knew that since she was going without her normal robes, she meant business. What business that was, he would have to find out. As the door shut behind him, Narcissa stood up, revealing that her dress ended halfway up her thighs. While it wasn't skin-tight, the dress did hug her body in some very nice ways. He could see that her stomach was slim, and her hips were wide. A small, sexy smile formed on her beautiful face.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Potter," she told him, holding out her hand. "Narcissa Malfoy."
Harry took her hand in his and immediately hit her with a low dosage of his special magic. He felt her body jerk before she pulled herself together. Harry brought her hand up to his lips where he kissed her soft skin. He let his finger lightly tickle the palm of her hand while his magic was oh-so-lightly rubbing her clit. Before his very eyes, he saw her nipples harden and begin to show through the thin, silky material of her dress.
"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Malfoy … and please, call me Harry," he smiled as he let go of her hand. He needed to play innocent for a bit.
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Narcissa didn't know what was going on with her. The moment she touched his skin, her pussy began to throb like never before. She didn't know what it was. It had been a while since she had last been in anyone's bed, but she didn't think that was it. Maybe just the thought of what she was attempting to do had her flushed and excited, she thought. Perhaps his magic was interacting with hers in a pleasurable way. She had heard about that happening before, though it had never happened to her. Whatever was happening, she enjoyed it immensely. Her pussy was quivering with excitement, and the crotch of her tiny panties was soaked through. She wondered if Harry could smell her aroused pussy in the small, unventilated room. As soon as he let go of her hand, that incredible feeling in her groin suddenly disappeared. The loss of it threw her for a loop. Still, she was able to carry on.
"Only if you call me Narcissa," she smiled sexily at him. She threaded her arm through his and led him to the back of the room where a large couch was located. The little cafe that they were in belonged to the cousin of a dear friend of hers. As such, whatever she wanted, she usually got. Getting this private meeting room set up was no problem at all. Narcissa didn't want to invite Harry to her manor since Draco was still there, and she definitely didn't want to meet at the Leaky Cauldron or the Three Broomsticks. Those places were far too public, and they would definitely be seen together. It would be front-page material for every newspaper and magazine in town. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was trying to sink her claws into the boy, especially that nosey, old, coot, Dumbledore. She only wanted it known after she actually DID get her claws into him. This place was perfect for her plans. This time of day, it was practically deserted. As she sat Harry down, she made sure to sit as physically close to him as possible. She crossed her legs, showing off most of her smooth thigh. If she sat at the correct angle, he might even get a glimpse of her satin panties.
"Of course, Narcissa," he replied. She smiled wider and beamed at him.
"You must be wondering why I asked you here," she told him as he looked into her eyes. Harry nodded. "I'm happy to say that I'm a very big fan of your heroics, Harry," Narcissa told him, trying hard to make her cheeks blush.
"You are?" he asked her. His big eyes were wide with wonder, reflecting the soft light of the oil lamps that were flickering on the walls. Narcissa dipped her head once.
"Indeed I am. How can I not be? You're so selfless and brave," she told him, turning her body a bit more. Her tits were now almost pressed against his face. "I've been hoping to meet you for a long time."
"That's very nice of you to say, Mrs. … I mean, Narcissa," Harry told her, clearly flummoxed by her forwardness. She had him right where she wanted him, Narcissa thought. Right on cue, the wine she ordered was brought in with two glasses. Her friend's cousin didn't stick around. She simply nodded and bowed out.
"It's the truth, my dear," she smiled and filled up both glasses. "Now please, have a drink with me."
Harry had a drink with her. Then another and another until the bottle was nearly empty. By the end, Narcissa was the one that was tipsy. She was giggling as they chatted about their lives. At one point, she took Harry's hand in hers and held it.
"I was thinking," Narcissa said. "Perhaps you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night … just the two of us. We can get to know each other better and strengthen our newfound friendship. What do you say?" she asked and placed his hand on her thigh. Harry opened his mouth to respond, and Narcissa slid his hand even higher until his fingers were underneath the hiked-up hem of her tiny dress. She made it look like an accident, or at least she tried.
Harry knew exactly what was going on. With Lucius dead and her fortune mostly gone, Narcissa was likely having a hard time with her finances. The easiest way to fix her current problem was to find someone with more money than they could spend. It was obvious that she had chosen him. Harry was the perfect candidate after all. He was supposedly young and vulnerable and had more gold than he knew what to do with. Too bad for her that Harry knew about the future, and while Narcissa wasn't the worst person alive, she wasn't one of the better ones either. She was, however, incredibly sexy. Not only that, but she could be very useful. Narcissa Malfoy was a textbook Pureblood Princess. She knew the ins and outs of pureblood society. She likely knew a lot of information and secrets that he didn't. If he could get her on his side, she would be a major boon to his future plans. Luckily for him, he had several ways to go about it. He would have to think about it for a bit. In the meantime, he was more than happy to let the MILF seduce him. Harry gave her thigh a soft squeeze and hit her with his magic once again. Like before, he gave her a low dose and used his magic to tweak her little clit. He felt her body buck slightly. "That's a great idea, Cissy!" he said, pretending to sound overly enthusiastic.
Harry saw her pretty face flush pink and her porcelain cheeks tint red. Her eyes fluttered, and her sweet lips parted slightly. A soft, almost inaudible gasp left her lips while her body shivered. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her hand left the top of his, but she quickly crossed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. Her perky tits were rising and falling as she tried to steady her breathing. Then, she cleared her throat and opened her eyes.
"That's wonderful!" she said with a big, beautiful smile. Her eyes were sparkling, and Harry thought that she was very good at the whole seduction thing. Had he been a normal first-year, he would have been tongue-twisted a hundred times by now. Of course, he probably would have cummed in his trousers by then as well. He was grateful that he was no longer so young and pathetic. "I'm thinking we meet somewhere a bit more intimate. I'll send an owl with a Floo address. You do have access to a Floo, don't you?" she asked, her fingers now dancing across his arm.
"Yes, I do," Harry nodded. He used his magic to flick her clit, and she jumped slightly.
"Good. I need to run some errands, but I will definitely see you again tomorrow," she smiled sexily at him. Narcissa leaned in and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. Harry had a hard time not shoving his tongue into her mouth. Instead, he caressed the inside of her super smooth thigh with the tips of his fingers. Narcissa squirmed as she held the kiss longer than was appropriate. When she broke the kiss, she stood up. Harry did as well, and he escorted her to the door. He was already looking forward to the following day.
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Almost as soon as he stepped foot in Apolline's house, he heard a door open. " 'Arry? Is that you?" Fleur's voice echoed across the small house.
"Yeah, it's me. Where's your mum and sister?" Harry called back.
"Maman took Gabrielle to one of 'er little friend's birthday party," Fleur called out. "Come to my room!"
Harry went into her room and saw the young Veela standing there naked. His eyes lowered over her perfect breasts and down her slim, toned belly. His eyes feasted on her hairless mound and smooth, shapely legs. Fleur didn't bother shutting the door as she walked up and dropped to her knees. Her hands began fumbling with the button of his pants until she was able to open them up. She tugged his trousers down, causing his already hard cock to spring up and nearly slap her in the face. She caught his bouncing cock in her hand and began laying soft kisses up and down the shaft. As she did, she looked up at him with her big, doe eyes.
" 'Arry?" she said softly. Harry moaned as her tongue tickled the bottom of his throbbing head.
"Yes, Fleur?" he asked as she licked his sack.
"My friends are going on a trip. Christmas in 'awaii," she told him. Apolline and her friends had already planned to spend Christmas in the Swiss Alps. Gabrielle was going to spend the holiday with her grandmother.
"Sounds expensive," Harry replied just as she leaned forward and took him down her throat. She pressed the flat of her tongue against his shaft as she pulled him from her mouth. Harry threaded his fingers through her luxurious hair. She looked at him while wiggling her tongue against the tip of his cock.
"I am worth it, no?" she asked with a cute expression on her face. She was gently rubbing the head of his cock against her lower lip as she looked at him.
"I suppose," he teased. Fleur put the head back into her mouth and began sucking him off like there was no tomorrow. Harry's hand fisted her hair, and he groaned as he filled her mouth with cum. Not long after, he had her on the bed with her ass up in the air. She was spreading her cheeks apart and winking her asshole at him while he massaged her wet slit with cock. When he entered her, Fleur's toes curled as she threw her head back and screeched like the wild Veela that she was.
Chapter 24
"I'm going to work."
"I don't give a damn where you go. You can go to hell for all I care, Dan."
"Just because you're a bitter, old hag doesn't mean you must be rude."
The sound of a coffee mug shattering against the wall was quickly followed by a terrified yelp and the sound of the door slamming shut. Then, before all the commotion ended, Emma Granger let out an angered screech. Hermione was in her room listening with a devious smile etched across her beautiful face. Everything was going to plan.
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Narcissa was on a mission as she sat in front of her vanity mirror and meticulously did her makeup. 'Not too heavy, but not too light either,' she told herself as she ran some lipstick over her plump lips. She didn't want to overdo it in case Harry preferred a more natural look. However, she didn't want to underdo it and not look her absolute best. The middle ground was her best choice, she thought as she smiled at her own reflection. She had to admit, her tits looked great. In a tiny, black dress, her breasts were pressed together snugly which created a cock-hardening spectacle of cleavage. The tops of her breasts were spilling out so much that she was having a hard time keeping the tops of her light pink areolas from showing. The paleness of her porcelain skin really popped in contrast with the darkness of her dress. It was almost a mirror of her true intention toward the boy. On the outside, she was putting on a show of love, devotion, and pure seduction mixed with honeyed words. On the inside, however, her intentions were as dark as the stretchy material that composed her alluring dress.
There was nothing to be done about it though. Narcissa had problems, and she had always been a problem solver. She took her time to think things through and came up with the easiest solution. In this case, the easiest solution was to secretly align with the boy until she had drained him dry … of his money that is. It wasn't arrogance that made her completely confident that she would accomplish her goal. Looking at her reflection, Narcissa shook her chest a bit and watched her tits jiggle. She giggled like a schoolgirl. What schoolboy could deny her anything? What boy could turn away her seductive advances? Harry Potter stood no chance. Narcissa stood up and walked over to the ornate, Goblin-made, full-length mirror and did a spin. Her long, blonde hair fanned out. Her legs looked fantastic in her five-inch stiletto heels. Her ass fit tightly in her dress, showing off her womanly curves. Her hips were wide and inviting, and there was no doubt in her mind that Harry would be aching to touch her sweet body. She would allow it … for a price. Of course, he wouldn't know of his debt until the astronomical amount was already taken from him. Narcissa giggled again as she slowly ran her hands down her sides and over her hips. The boy wouldn't know what hit him.
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Harry drank deeply from his glass of wine as Narcissa leaned into him so much that she was practically lying on top of him. Dinner was done, and they retired to the large and comfortable couch in the lounge. As they had planned, the pair had met up in a small, cozy cottage that the Malfoy family owned. It was an agreeable place that was situated pleasantly. Being by the coast, the air was salty and filled with the smells of the ocean. When outside, one could hear the waves pounding against the rocks. Inside, the only scent was Narcissa's lovely perfume, and the only sound was her tinkling laughter as she told him a story of her in her youth.
"I was so preoccupied that I forgot to put on my panties," Narcissa giggled and took a sip of her drink. Harry suspected that she was acting a bit drunker than she really was. Even so, Harry knew that she must have a pretty good buzz going. With Harry's ritual-enhanced body, he was able to handle alcohol much better than the average person. Still, he was a bit buzzed as well. "And that Hogsmeade day happened to be very windy," she giggled again, with her thigh resting on his lap. Harry's hand was gently caressing her soft skin.
Harry giggled as well, playing the part of the drunk, little boy with no experience with a full-grown woman like her. "Then what happened?" Harry asked, pretending to be transfixed by her story. In truth, he didn't need to pretend very hard. Her stories were quite sexy, whether they were true or not.
"Well … I accidentally dropped my bag of galleons, and when I bent over to pick them up, a violent gust of wind blew my robe up and exposed my bare backside to half of the third-year Slytherin boys. More than half jizzed in their trousers at the mere sight of my naked derriere," she claimed and both giggled. Harry's hand instinctively moved higher up her thigh until his fingertips were grazing the bottom of her fleshy cheeks. Narcissa didn't seem to mind. In fact, she continued to encourage his gentle exploration. Her hand would occasionally "accidentally" brush against his groin.
"I wish I was there to see that," Harry exclaimed before pretending to be horribly embarrassed by what he said. "W-What I meant was …" Narcissa cut him off.
"Such a naughty little boy," she giggled, moving her leg even more onto his lap until her knee was pressed firmly against his erection. "I'm old enough to be your mum, and here you are, lusting after my backside. For shame," she tsked tsked him with happy laughter. Harry opened his mouth but was cut off when she pressed her finger to his lips.
"On the other hand … You are a hero to us all … and especially to me," she smiled naughtily as she leaned in and brushed her soft lips against his cheek. Her leg was moving so that her knee continued to stimulate his erection. Her hand was gently pawing at his shirt-covered chest while Harry feigned a minor bout of hyperventilation. "If you don't deserve it then who does?" she asked. "Perhaps a little show of appreciation wouldn't hurt," she smirked and pushed off of him. Standing up, she did a little twirl just as she had done in the mirror earlier in the day. Like before, her long, beautiful hair fanned out as her back was presented to him. Narcissa produced her wand from somewhere and gave it a wave. A low, enticing beat began to play on the wireless … one good for dancing. Narcissa ran her fingers through her long, luscious locks of golden hair and lifted her heavy tresses up, exposing her shoulders and upper back. Harry's eyes raked down her sexy body and onto her hips which were swaying seductively. His cock strained in his pants. It didn't matter if you were young or old, Narcissa Malfoy was a very sexy woman, and her body demanded a response. Then she placed her hands on her knees, looked back at him with a sexy smirk, and dropped down into a squat with her ass thrown out. Like magic, the hem of her incredibly tight and short dress was sucked upward and over her hips. Her thick cheeks exploded out and practically clapped together. Harry could see the string of her tiny, white thong disappear between her two pillowy cheeks. Narcissa bounced and wiggled her sweet ass, keeping Harry's eyes glued to it. "What do you think, Harry? Is it as good as you imagined?" she teased and stood back up.
"Even better," Harry honestly replied as Narcissa spun back around and didn't bother lowering the hem of her dress. Harry could now see the front of her lacy, white panties along with her lower belly. Her panties rode low over her hips, and the top of her hairless mound could be seen. One of her nipples had popped free of her dress and again, she did nothing to hide it. Her black high heels had already been taken off earlier, so she walked over to him and stepped up onto the couch with her bare feet. Harry looked up as she towered over him. Narcissa turned around so that her back was facing him. She dropped down and straddled his lap in a reverse cowgirl position.
"Would you like a closer look?" Harry heard her ask. His hands were already exploring her hips.
"Yes," Harry gasped as she ground her crotch against the tent in his trousers. Narcissa then leaned forward and stuck her ass up in the air. With her ass right in front of his face, Harry saw how the crotch of her white panties could barely contain her puffy pussy lips. They were so tight that they were virtually molded to the shape of her womanhood. Then, the scent of her pussy hit him right in the face. Harry began to squirm which only egged the blonde MILF on. After fucking Apolline and Fleur so often, Harry should not have been getting so worked up over Narcissa Malfoy. However, the thought of violating Draco's mother was enough to nearly set him off. It was just another little piece of revenge, one that happened to be quite pleasurable. There was also the fact that Narcissa was a very seductive woman who was quite good at getting what she desired. At that moment, she was pulling out all the stops.
Her ass bounced, and he could hear the soft clap of her cheeks smacking together. The scent of pussy was pouring off of her. Harry was transfixed by the sight of her pale cheeks opening up and revealing not only her panty-clad pussy but also her tight asshole which wasn't even properly covered by the thin, white string. Less than a second later, her cheeks closed back up with a smacking sound before opening up once again. It was maddening. Harry wanted nothing more than to pin the old whore down and fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. He had to bide his time and wait. She needed to think that she was still in control. His resolve was tested even further when her face pressed against the crotch of his trousers.
"Are you enjoying being so close to me, Harry my love?" she asked him while wiggling her ass right in his face.
"Y-Yes … A lot," Harry pretended to stutter slightly while enjoying the show she was putting on.
"And my scent? Do you like the smell of a woman?" she asked him with a hint of humor in her velvety voice.
"Yes! Very much," Harry gasped before Narcissa pressed her ass right against his face. Over and over she ground her panty-covered pussy against his mouth and nose. Harry felt her undoing his trousers. Before long, she had pulled his fully-hard cock out and began stroking it.
"My goodness, Harry!" Narcissa gasped. "You're only a boy but have the cock of a man! I can only wonder how big you'll be once you've fully grown," she complimented him. He could feel her warm breath against his erection. Harry moaned from her expert ministrations.
"Does this feel good, my darling?" she asked him, her hand slowly working his cock up and down with slow, deliberate strokes. It felt really good, but Harry needed her to think that it was driving him wild.
"YES!" Harry cried out and bucked his hips a little. "Really, really good!" he shuddered as she placed kisses all around his large, domed head.
"Would you like to taste me now?" Narcissa asked him just before her tongue began wiggling against the tip of his head.
"Please!" he cried out, hiding his inner smirk. The woman didn't know what he had in store for her. Narcissa grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her pussy to him for the first time. Her lips were perfectly smooth, and Harry could see her inner lips just poking out from between her plump outer ones. Narcissa's tongue gave way to her lips, and she lowered her head and took half of his cock into her mouth. Harry moaned until she pressed her pussy against his mouth.
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Narcissa smiled around the boy's cock. He was already putty in her hands. There was no doubt in her mind that all she needed to do was suck on him for a minute or so before he blew his load. After that, he would belong to her. That's why when he grabbed her hips and buried his face in her pussy, she was never expecting a bolt of pure pleasure to race up her spine. Her back arched, and she squealed around his cock. His tongue felt divine as it slid up and down between her lips, massaging her soft inner labia. Somehow, she was feeling pleasure in every inch of her body. Like before, she suspected that his magic was interacting with hers, causing massive amounts of pleasure to course through her body. As he licked her dripping slit, she could suddenly feel her nipples being pinched and pulled. She could feel her clit being rolled, and it felt as though her asshole was being played with. Narcissa couldn't stop her own moan from escaping her mouth and vibrating against his surprisingly big cock. Remembering that she had a job to do, she pressed the flat of her tongue against his shaft and sucked him hard.
She found it difficult to concentrate with so much going on. The anal play was especially distracting. As a proper pureblood woman, engaging in anal sex was a major faux pas. A woman of her standing wouldn't dare and sully her body by engaging in such scandalous behavior. Such activities were saved for Mudblood whores. However, she was beginning to think that maybe it wasn't all that bad. The sensation of his magic rimming her asshole had her body quivering and her toes curling. When his magic suddenly penetrated her tightest hole, Narcissa's eyes went wide, and she bucked wildly. Harry's magic didn't stop there. It continued to penetrate her over and over. There was a sensation of being stretched without any of the pain that would normally come from it. Her lovely eyes fluttered as she hummed on his cock. At one point, she was forced to pull his cock from her mouth. Her mouth was open, and she was panting loudly like a dog trying to catch its breath. His magic was beginning to move faster, and it reached the deepest parts of her bowels. Harry's mouth moved down and captured her hard and swollen clit. When he sucked on it hard, Narcissa's eyes flashed white, and she violently came against his face.
Her body bucked and thrashed, and she accidentally smeared her juices all over his face. "Are you okay, Cissy?" Harry asked as he let go of her clit with a wet pop. She answered him, but it came out as loud, squeaky gibberish. She didn't even really know what she had said. Her hand was rapidly jerking his cock as she lightly bit down on the inside of his thigh. She heard the sounds of slurping and knew that he was lapping up her wetness. Narcissa wasn't even aware of how close to cumming he was until a long jet of cum spurted out of the tip of his cock. It barely missed her face and whizzed by her head. Angling his cock, more cum erupted from the tip while she worked him with long, deep strokes. Once he was empty, she kissed the tip of his cock and felt his hips buck while he gasped. She dropped off him and straddled his lap again, this time facing him. She dove in and kissed him deeply, moaning as she tasted herself on his tongue. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her panties.
'I have to control myself. I need to show that I'm in charge,' she reminded herself. Breaking the kiss when his hand began sneaking down the front of her panties, she said, "I'm sorry, Harry, but we need to stop. This is all happening a bit fast, isn't it?"
"But I …" Harry began but she quickly hushed him by kissing him again.
"We can meet again very soon," she told him with a breathy voice. She rolled her hips and listened to him plead for more. "Until then …" she said, getting off of him and standing up. She wiggled her hips and pulled the hem of her dress down to cover herself back up. "... you'll have to behave yourself. Can you do that for me?" she asked him.
"I promise, Cissy," she heard him say pathetically. She smiled at him and kissed him one last time before showing him to the fireplace. She would let him stew for a day or so and then really put it to him.
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Harry chuckled at the thought of Narcissa trying to work him. To be fair to the woman, if she had done this the first time around, Harry probably would have given her whatever she wanted. Sadly for her, Harry wasn't the same sad, pathetic boy. She was going to be his, not the other way around. He was already counting the hours until he got another crack at her.
Popping into Hermione's room, he saw her face light up when she turned his way. "Master!" she squealed quietly, getting up and standing at attention. She watched eagerly as he stripped naked. He laid on her bed and said, "Strip."
Hermione was naked within a minute's time. She climbed on the bed and straddled his lap. Harry loved the feeling of her hot, wet pussy lips being pressed against the underside of his hard, throbbing shaft. Without needing to be told what to do, Hermione's hips began rocking, and she massaged his shaft with her wet pussy. "How is our plan with your mother coming along?" he asked her, looking up at her face.
A look of rapture was spread across her pretty face. Her hands slid up her slim belly until she was cupping her perky tits. Harry watched as she kneaded them and rubbed her hard nipples. Her hips, meanwhile, were rolling back and forth. He could feel that his cock was slick with her juices. "Hermione?" he asked again with some amusement.
"Oh!" she gasped as her hips moved faster. "Sorry, Master! My mum and dad are arguing, and I plan on encouraging it further. Once they're separated, then I'll begin working on my mum," Hermione shuddered as she slid her pussy from the base of his cock all the way up to the head. Harry's hand crawled up her belly and chest until his hand was wrapped around her slender throat. Hermione moaned deeply when he squeezed it. He let his fingers glide up her neck and onto her chin where she began sucking on one of his fingers.
'She's turning into quite the little sex toy,' Harry thought happily as she came for the first time that night.
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Harry had spent a bit of time slowly chipping away at Parkinson's ward scheme before deciding to leave. There was no need to rush and end up screwing things up. If he suspected something, it would make it all the more difficult when Harry finally decided to attack. With nothing left to do for the day, Harry went to waste a few hours in Diagon Alley.
The alley was lively with Christmas shoppers, and Harry had been stopped multiple times by fans, well-wishers, autograph-seekers, and even rabid fangirls. Harry didn't mind the fangirls at all. With the others, he smiled and played the heroic Boy Who Lived character that everyone read about in the papers. In many of the shops he visited, he would receive freebies or discounts simply for being the country's hero. Harry didn't mind those either now that his bag was laden with free candy, chocolate frog card packs, Quidditch magazines, and prank items from Zonko's. Around lunchtime, Harry spotted a couple of people who he recognized. Sitting outside a cafe was none other than Amelia Bones who was having lunch with her niece, Susan. Susan was a cute redheaded first-year from Hufflepuff who was well beyond the "sprouting" phase. Her chest was already rocking large B-cups, and they would probably be C's by next year.
'She would be a nice piece in my collection,' Harry thought to himself. In the magical world, if you planned on being someone with power, then you needed followers. Voldemort had them, and Dumbledore did as well. It only made sense if Harry had them as well. Already he had Apolline, Fleur, and Hermione, and he was working on Narcissa. The Bones women would be perfect, he thought as he watched them eat their pasta salads. But how to go about it? Harry tapped his chin in thought. A smile spread across his face. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone.
He quickly wondered if it was a good idea to only collect female followers. Sure, having a large harem of women ready to kill and die for him as well as spread their legs was great, but was he limiting himself? Harry quickly perished the thought. No one would ever suspect that his supporters were all female. No other leader had ever even done anything similar. If played right, no one would ever suspect that he had any supporters until it was too late. He wanted them to have their hands in every aspect of society. Having Amelia would be a major boon. Leaving the women to eat in peace, Harry continued through the alley, smiling and signing autographs all the while thinking about who else he could "recruit".
