Sorcery and Seduction
"Harder."
His hips sped up, the slapping of flesh being the only sound in the broom closet they were in. The brown haired girl's fat peach booty bounced and rippled beneath him, his hand holding her waist tightly as he thrust into her.
"Harder!"
Harry growled and grabbed her braid, gripping the French braid tightly in his hand as he used it as leverage to fuck her even harder.
"AAAGH!" Tracey Davis moaned loudly beneath him. "Y-You- You're breaking me in half!"
He could feel her core squeeze his massive cock as she came, her juices lubricating him even more. Each of his thrusts now came with a loud wet squelching noise, soaking the area between his groin and her arse. The sounds of his hips colliding with her arse was thunderous.
"That's it, my Love, keep fucking her." The blonde witch stated fervently from his side.
Daphne stood to his side, watching like a hawk as he pounded the shit out of her best friend. It was something that normally would have made him apprehensive not too long ago, but it was actually her idea to do this.
He looked to the side at the fancy outfit she wore in preparation for the meeting in Hogsmeade, the stylish white coat she wore and those expensive pearls around her neck. They were the ones she wanted from their first date, and Harry had gifted her them after making her the first member of his coven.
But it wasn't her choice of clothing that was on his mind, but instead her delectable buxom form underneath. He had spent days on end worshipping and fucking his girlfriend's sinful body. "Show me those tits."
Daphne bit her lip at his command, and opened her coat before pulling off her shirt to reveal a lace white bra. It came off with a click, as her two large teardrop breasts were revealed. He didn't waste any time, loosing his grip on Tracey's braid and roughly grabbing one of her tits. Daphne bit her lip to stifle her moan, while Davis continued to moan loudly beneath him.
With a final thrust against Tracey's arse he came, shooting his massive load deep into her as Daphne moaned at his touch. He squeezed her tit with one hand, pulling Tracey's fat arse again his groin with the other.
The three soon got cleaned up, exiting the broom closet and preparing to make their way to a carriage and then down to Hogsmeade.
"Hi Harry!"
Two sets of voices caused him to spin around, and he found himself facing a pair of twins.
"Hi Daphne."
"Hi Tracey."
The twin girls greeted them as well, and Harry wasn't sure what to do. The two had clearly seen them leaving the broom closet together, and could probably guess what they were doing in there. It took him some time, but he eventually recognized the pair as Flora and Hestia Carrow.
"Flora, Hestia, what are you doing here?" Tracey asked, looking as unsure as him.
"We're going to the meeting in Hogsmeade." One of the twins, who he guessed was Flora, replied.
"That's great!" Tracey beamed from the side. "We're headed to the village too, if you'd like to come with us."
The next twin girl continued, a kind smile on her face. "That sounds good, if everything's okay with you, Harry?"
They're going to the meeting in Hogsmeade too? He couldn't help but wonder to himself. I guess it's okay. I was the one who asked Hermoine about inviting Slytherins, and Pansy said the Carrow twins liked him as well.
"Um… Sure." Harry replied, slightly taken off guard as he tried to recover. "You can ride in the carriage with us."
"Great." Hestia smiled. Or at least, I think she is Hestia.
They all crowded into one of the carriages, with Tracey and Daphne sitting at his sides, and Hestia and Flora across from them. It created a strange situation, with him surrounded by so many beautiful women. Tracey and Daphne were definitely hot, and very desirable witches, and the Carrow twins were similar in some fashion.
Flora and Hestia Carrow were both attractive individually, but together they were almost intimidating in a way. The two went everywhere together, warding away potential suitors as boys wouldn't dare ask one twin out in front of the other. They were both pretty hot, having slim curvy bodies underneath those robes, but their personalities would be described by him as strange at best.
That said, the two of them seemed to have taken interest in him, something that Tracey and Daphne had picked up on. It was why the two sat across from him in the carriage, because they could be potential members of his coven.
Is this what my life will be like from now on? Harry wondered, as Daphne rubbed his shoulder comfortably. He thought back to Aunt Petunia, and the shows about the wealthy celebrities she used to watch on television. The men on tv always seemed to have it all, whether it be Manors, Yachts, fine clothes, or women.
Well at least I have one of those. Harry mentally noted, feeling Daphne's and Tracey's thick thighs rubbing against him. I guess a Manor wouldn't be too bad, or maybe a yacht? Perhaps I could get it enchanted, and then sail away with my coven on board?
He imagined himself and his large coven sailing away on his yacht, filled with satisfied and happy witches along with one lucky wizard. It would be himself, his beautiful girls, and just the open ocean to keep them company. And that doesn't mention the sex. Lot's of it. And we wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort anymore…
The carriage shook as it came to a stop, knocking those thoughts out of his head, and Flora followed by Hestia exited the carriage first. They held the door as the rest of them exited, and soon the group of them were walking through the streets of Hogsmeade on a crisp, cool Saturday in early October.
He could feel the stares of the other students in the village, no doubt surprised to see Harry Potter enjoying the village with an entire female Slytherin retinue. The girls didn't seem to mind it, almost seeming to enjoy the attention, as Flora guided the group into a nearby café.
But Tracey stopped him before he could actually enter behind the group, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're not getting cold feet, are you, Potter?" she teased, stepping aside to let him in.
"Not at all. Just… thinking." He was careful with his words, knowing that the girl was likely referring to how he would inevitably add the twins to his Coven. "The Carrows, can they be trusted?"
Harry knew that he should be having this conversation with Daphne, seeing as Tracey wasn't a true member of his coven yet, despite her having sex with him. She just so happened to be Daphne's friend (or slave), and his Greengrass girlfriend was more than happy to include her in their lovemaking.
"Depends." Tracey glanced at the two as they prepared to enter. "I think so, but just be careful."
He nodded, and stepped into the warm café, the smell of fresh pastries and brewing tea hit him, calming his nerves slightly. He shrugged off his cloak, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders as he approached the table that the rest of the group had already sat down at.
Harry slid into the seat between Flora and Hestia, and then glanced around the table. "So, anything specific you wanted to discuss?"
Tracey leaned forward, her chin propped in her hand, ready to banter. "We thought it'd be fun to grab a drink before that meeting Hermione's so keen on. You know, get to know each other a bit more."
"We would like to interrogate him." Hestia teased, nudging Flora. "You're dying to figure out what makes 'The Chosen One' tick."
Harry laughed awkwardly. "I don't think there's much to figure out."
Flora raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying his modesty. "Everyone knows there's more to you than meets the eye, Potter. Slytherins are just… better at seeing the parts people don't talk about."
Harry shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Flora's words hang in the air. He had wanted to learn more about the Carrow twins, and not the other way around. "Well, I'm not sure what you're hoping to find."
"Oh, nothing too scandalous." Hestia piped up, a playful grin on her face. "Just curious how a Gryffindor like you plans to deal with Umbridge and all the chaos she's been stirring up."
Flora nodded in agreement. "It's been brutal. Our Defense lessons are completely useless."
Harry nodded, grateful that the conversation had shifted away from him personally. "That's what the meeting's about. We're all in the same boat, being that she's not teaching us anything useful, and we need to learn how to defend ourselves."
Daphne sipped her tea, watching Harry carefully. "I didn't think you'd be the kind of person to lead something like this."
"Neither did I." Harry admitted, glancing out the window. "But… someone has to. If we don't, we're going to be helpless when—" He stopped himself, eyeing Flora and Hestia intently. "when Voldemort comes back."
Flora didn't really have that much of a reaction, seemingly cool and collected. Hestia did though, as her eyes widened making the girl looked scared.
Tracey, sensing the tension, smiled warmly. "I think it's brilliant. And maybe, just maybe, it'll show people that Gryffindors and Slytherins aren't that different when it comes down to it."
Harry blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, we all want the same thing, don't we?" Tracey said, her tone light. "To be prepared. To stay alive. We might go about things differently, but it's not like we're on opposite sides of this fight."
Harry wasn't entirely convinced, but he nodded, appreciating Tracey's attempt at unity. He had never thought of Slytherins as people he could align himself with, but sitting here, with them sharing their frustrations about Umbridge, it didn't feel so strange. That's not mentioning all the girls I'm fucking are Slytherins.
The only Slytherins he really had a problem with were Malfoy and his ilk- and luckily he had Pansy spying on them to know if they were up to no good. I should probably tell Daphne about Pansy being my spy at some point.
The Carrow twins giggled softly, breaking the silence. "So, Harry," Flora said, her voice teasing, "are you ready to be the poster boy for resistance?"
Tracey grinned. "It's got a nice ring to it—The Boy Who Fights Back."
Harry chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not looking to be anyone's poster boy. I just want us to be able to defend ourselves. And for everyone to pass their exams as well."
"And that's why people will follow you," Daphne said quietly, her eyes meeting his. "Because you're doing it for the right reasons."
There was a pause as Harry took in her words, unsure how to respond. For a moment, he saw past Daphne's usual cool exterior—there was something deeper there, something thoughtful. Even if she was his dark, evil, Slytherin girlfriend that they liked to joke about, she still loved the part of him that was kind and courageous.
Tracey clapped her hands, breaking the moment. "Enough with the deep stuff. We've still got time before the meeting. Let's enjoy ourselves a bit, shall we?"
Daphne Greengrass loved shopping. Even more than that, she absolutely love to buy expensive things. She loved her big manor back home, the expensive clothing her mother would buy her and Astoria, and especially her large collection of jewelry that she barely bothered to wear.
She could feel the expensive pearl necklace resting around her neck that Harry had bothered to buy her only a few days prior. Well, I do love to wear this one.
Harry would be back soon, scoping out the meeting place before it started, as he wanted to make sure someone like Malfoy or Umbridge wouldn't ruin things. She meanwhile took the time to shop, and was enjoying herself in the back part of a clothing store when a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"What did you do to Potter?"
The sudden demand caused her to turn elegantly to the side, and face the last person she had expected to confront her. She had expected Hermoine Granger to be the first one to approach her, maybe even one of Harry's Quidditch teammates, but she hadn't expected Susan Bones of all people.
The busty redhead glared daggers at her, something Daphne was used to, but it was such an unexpected sight that it actually took her off guard. Daphne couldn't help but let out a laugh, something that somehow made her seem even more evil than she already was, and it clearly unnerved Susan, before the busty redhead glared even harder.
"Don't laugh." The girl hissed, still glaring at the Ice Queen. "I asked you a question."
Daphne finished laughing, and flicked a carefully piece of dirt off her coat. "I haven't done anything to Potter, and I assure you that our love is entirely mutual."
"Hippogriff shit." Susan spat. "There is no way a wizard like him would go for you!"
"Are you sure about that Susan?" Daphne asked. "Are you really sure? Because it sounds to me like you are projecting, knowing that Harry is now mine and out of your reach."
"Go fuck yourself." Susan seethed, her face the same color of her hair.
"No. I believe I have a boyfriend to do that for me now." Daphne smirked.
She expected more insults, or even for the redhead to start casting curses, but what she didn't expect was for her to loose all traces of anger and blush. It started at her neck and ears, an embarrassed blush, as it slowly made its way through her facial features until her face was steaming red.
Daphne actually found herself taken back, looking at the embarrassed and blushing Susan Bones as if seeing her for the first time. The girl was one of the most desired girls in the school, having a soft, kind face, beautifully long red hair, and assets that seemingly only existed in boys wet dreams. Daphne would admit she had big tits, but Susan's were simply ridiculous due to their sheer size, something that got the attention of most boys in the castle.
The girl had been raised by the infamous Madam Bones, a ruthless woman if there ever was one, and someone nobody in the Ministry dared to cross. Daphne would have expected her to raise Susan accordingly, to be bold and intelligible, and not the blushing schoolgirl that currently stood in front of her.
Has she never talked about sex before? Daphne asked herself, staring oddly at the blushing redhead. The girl had seemingly shutdown when Daphne mentioned sex with Harry, something she only would have expected from a first-year.
But where she normally would have humiliated the girl further, Daphne instead took a different approach. Where others would have seen weakness and nothing more, she instead saw opportunity. Susan will make a nice addition to Harry's coven.
"Do you like the idea of my boyfriend fucking me? Does that turn you on?" Daphne asked, taking pleasure in how the redhead only seemed to get more embarrassed. She made her way around the frozen girl, and leaned in with a whisper. "Do you want that too?"
Susan panted lightly, her eyes wide as her legs quivered. Daphne could tell she was wet at the sheer idea of Harry fucking her, and the redhead looked ready to fall unconscious over her ruthless teasing. She ran a hand lightly through Susan's hair, enjoying how the girl shivered, before reaching out and gripping Susan's left breast.
The girl flinched, but didn't resist, instead she seemed to enjoy Daphne's touch, relishing the way Daphne held her big boob and falling into her embrace. Daphne knew what she was doing at that moment, she was dominating the redhead, and more importantly, she was preparing her for Harry.
"That's what you want, isn't it? To be with Harry?" Daphne whispered to Susan, pressed against her back. She gave the girl's huge breast a squeeze, being able to feel how soft and huge it was even through all her clothes. "Answer me."
"Y-Yes." Susan stuttered breathlessly.
"And what would you do to be with him?"
Susan's breath hitched. "A-Anything."
"Good girl." Daphne praised her, taking pleasure in how Susan preened at her words. "Now all you have to do is follow my lead, and I'll gladly share Harry with you."
"Y-You will?"
"Of course." Daphne smiled. "Harry needs good girls for his coven, after all."
"His coven?!"
The Hog's Head was even more cramped than Harry expected. It smelled of stale butterbeer and something much worse that he couldn't quite place. Students crowded together in mismatched chairs, huddling under their cloaks against the cold air that seeped through the cracked windows. The dim light from a few smoky candles barely lit the room, casting long, shifting shadows that made the whole scene feel even more secretive than it already was.
Hermione stood at the front, looking more determined than ever, though Harry could see her nervousness in the way she gripped the parchment in her hands. Ron, to her right, was fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable. Neville stood to the side, trying his best to look calm, though his flushed cheeks gave him away.
Harry found himself following the Slytherin girls he came with to a table in the back. The table they sat at was out of the way, yet they somehow still managed to get attention from the rest of the room. Harry rolled his eyes as people stared at them, knowing it probably had to do with him sitting with a bunch of Slytherins.
"Hi Daphne!" A pretty brunette made her way towards them, waving at his girlfriend who sat next to him.
"Astoria, what are you doing here?" His girlfriend practically demanded.
So this is Astoria Greengrass. Harry looked at the younger girl for the first time, noting just how attractive she was. She wasn't thick or buxom like her sister, instead being thin, but more akin to a supermodel in that regard. He also noticed she seemed to inherit the infamous pair of large breasts and arse that was common in the Greengrass family.
She sat down next to Daphne, and gave Harry a kind smile. "So you must be the boy dating my sister, it's a pleasure to meet Daphne Greengrass's boyfriend."
"A pleasure." Harry chuckled, while Daphne glared daggers at her sister.
The blonde opened her mouth to respond, likely with some scathing retort, but he stopped her by resting a dominant hand on her thigh. The Ice Queen went quiet and submissive at his touch, adjusting her posture as she bit her lip. All the while Astoria looked on curiously.
"Hi! Do you mind if we sit here to?" A voice got his attention from the Greengrass girls, and Harry looked up to see Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones looking at them.
Or more specifically- at him.Hannah was every bit of the word blonde bimbo, with big tits and a fat arse, and she was clearly giving him fuck-me eyes as she smiled sexily at him. Susan meanwhile stood beside her friend, looking embarrassed for some reason.
What's up with these two? "Yeah, go ahead."
Hermione cleared her throat, bringing the murmuring conversations to a halt. "Thanks for coming." she began, her voice firm, though she sounded more like she was giving a class presentation than leading a resistance meeting. "We all know why we're here—because we're not being taught anything useful in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and we need to do something about it."
She glanced around, but the silence that followed was thick and awkward. Some students, mostly Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, nodded, while others simply looked skeptical.
Zacharias Smith, who'd been lounging in the corner, spoke up with a sneer. "And what, exactly, are we supposed to do? The Ministry's running things now, and Umbridge is just waiting for us to step out of line. We're not going to get away with this."
Ron bristled. "So what, Smith? You're just going to sit there and do nothing while we get spoon-fed rubbish? She's not teaching us a damn thing, and you know it."
There were murmurs of agreement, but just as many people looked wary. A Ravenclaw girl crossed her arms, looking around nervously. "If Umbridge finds out about this, we could all be expelled. Is it really worth the risk?"
Hermione, always quick to find the logical argument, stepped forward again. "If we don't do something, we're not going to be ready for anything. The Ministry doesn't care about what's really going on. All they care about is controlling the school and keeping us from learning how to defend ourselves."
Neville, who had been quiet until now, took a step forward, his voice soft but steady. "I think we all know what happens if we don't learn how to protect ourselves. We can't just wait around and hope for the best."
The room was silent for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. But then Zacharias scoffed, folding his arms. "What are we supposed to do, then? Teach ourselves? That's a great way to get Umbridge breathing down our necks even more."
The argument started to heat up. People were talking over each other, the tension rising with every passing second. Harry watched from the back, his frustration growing. He could see it, everyone here knew how bad things were getting, but they were too afraid of Umbridge, too afraid of stepping out of line. Harry clenched his fists, feeling the pressure building inside him.
Someone needed to do something.
Before the bickering could spiral further, Harry pushed his chair out and stood up, all eyes turned to him in an instant. He hadn't planned to say anything, but watching everyone argue like this-it was too much.
"Look," Harry started, his voice low but firm. "I get it. You're scared of what Umbridge will do. But sitting around like this, arguing, is exactly what she wants. She wants us to be scared, to be divided."
The room was dead silent now, everyone watching him closely.
"She's not teaching us a damn thing that's going to help." Harry continued, his frustration bubbling up. "She wants us unprepared. Helpless. So that when something happens—and trust me, something will happen—we won't be able to fight back. And if we don't start getting ready now, we'll be completely screwed."
His bluntness caught a few people off guard, but he could see it in their faces—everyone knew he was right. The past couple years at Hogwarts had been dangerous-with basilisks, dementors, and dangerous tournaments- and they everyone knew it.
"What do you think is going to happen if we just keep going along with her little games?" Harry pressed, his anger rising. "You think you're safe because you're following the rules? You think she's just going to let us off easy if we don't fight back? She's already making our lives hell."
He looked around the room, making eye contact with as many people as he could. "This isn't about breaking the rules for the fun of it. It's about learning how to protect ourselves because no one else is going to do it for us."
Dean Thomas spoke up from the side, his voice uncertain. "But what if we get caught? What if she shuts us down?"
Harry clenched his fists, his frustration hitting its peak. "If we get caught, we'll deal with it. But if we don't do this—if we don't learn how to defend ourselves—we're completely screwed when the real trouble comes. You all know what I'm saying is true! Think of Cedric last year, of the dementors the year before, and all the petrifications and the troll before all of that!"
There was a long silence, the weight of his words settling over the room. People shifted uncomfortably, but Harry could see the fear in their eyes starting to change. Slowly, it was being replaced with something else—something more determined. They knew that they needed to do something.
"I'm not asking you to break rules just for the sake of it," Harry said, his voice softer now but no less intense. "I'm asking you to think about what happens if we don't do anything. If we just sit here, too scared to act. Do you really want to be caught off guard when things go bad? Because that's exactly what's going to happen if we don't start getting ready now."
Neville nodded quietly, stepping closer to Harry. "I'm in. We have to do something."
Ron, standing next to Hermione, crossed his arms. "I'm not sitting around and letting her make us useless. I'm in too."
One by one, others started nodding, murmuring their agreement. Even Zacharias looked like he was reconsidering.
"This isn't about picking a fight with the Ministry," Harry said, looking around the room. "It's about making sure we're ready when the time comes. Because it's going to come, whether we like it or not."
The room was quiet again, but this time, the silence wasn't from fear. It was from determination. Slowly, the students began to nod, some standing up straighter, others exchanging glances that showed a shared sense of purpose.
Harry glanced around one last time before stepping back. "So," he said, his voice quiet but steady, "are we just going to sit around and wait for Umbridge to make us completely useless? Or are we going to start learning how to defend ourselves?"
The answer came in murmurs of agreement, heads nodding, and hands raised in support. The students of Hogwarts were ready to fight back—not with reckless rebellion, but with the knowledge and preparation they'd been denied.
And Harry knew, as he looked around at their determined faces, that they weren't just resisting Umbridge anymore. They were taking control of their own future. And more than that, they were taking back their fucking school.
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