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75. Sorcery and Seduction

Sorcery and SeductionRougeAtomicSummary:

As fifth year begins, Harry begins gathering his own set of allies to his side in order to gain power, information, and influence. He has become desperate in his quest to get stronger, and will do nearly any deed, seduce any witch, all in the name of building up his coven.

Harry x Multi

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Chapter 1Chapter Text

He couldn't help but notice how well maintained the hallways were in this part of Hogwarts, despite the fact him and Ron were probably the first students to walk this part of the school in years, maybe even decades. It alleviated the potential worry he had about them leaving footprints on layers of dust, and someone being back to track what they were doing.

"You've got to wonder how they clean the entire school. Even if some classrooms are dirty, these hallways are spotless." Harry remarked

Ron scrunched his nose. "I think the elves do the cleaning, mate."

He couldn't help but think he was dumb for not realizing that.

They reached the room Neville had mentioned to them earlier, a secret room to meet within the walls of the castle that no one but them could find. An ominous looking large wooden door with small dragon statues on either side stood in front of them, and Harry couldn't help but feel apprehensive by its grandeur. It had been exactly where Neville's Grandmother had told him, away from the rest of the school on the fourth floor in the abandoned part of the castle.

"The room is right where Neville said it would be." Harry noted, looking around to make sure everything was right, and that no one had followed them.

"It's perfect for spell practice, and if we decide to meet up with more people here, we're far enough away from the rest of the school that no one will notice." Ron said.

Harry walked up to the wooden door and entered, finding the room to be large and round, able to fit several hundred people if need be, with several big windows that overlooked the castle grounds. There were a couple dusty tables and chairs stacked against one of the walls, signaling the room hadn't been used in decades.

"It's brilliant mate." Ron said from his side. "Plenty of room for practice, that's for sure."

"It sure beats my idea about using the chamber."

Ron's nose scrunched up in distaste. "Definitely! Can you even imagine how smelly that place would be?"

"Not really." Harry replied absently.

Even though they had achieved a small victory by finding this place to practice, Harry still couldn't help but feel irritated by the entire situation. There shouldn't be a need for them to have to practice magic in secret, in a school meant forliterally learning was absurd, andthat womanhad done her absolute best to ruin Hogwarts in Harry's opinion.

On top of all that was the teachers' response to her, especially Dumbledore's, who seemed only too pleased to go along with what Umbridge commanded. The woman had effectively replaced their Defense Against the Dark Arts class with her own personal torture session, doing her absolute best to call out and humiliate students as she pleased, especially so if Harry was the student in question. He had spent the good part of the last month practicing his self control and restraint in her class, doing his best to not fall for one of her tricks and land himself in another gruesome detention.

He could feel his ire growing, that he, Ron, and Hermoine had to organize a secret club of all things to learn to defensive magic. He took out his wand with his bandaged hand and pointed it at a vacant desk against one of the walls, doing his best to channel his anger and frustration into the .

The bright spell left his wand without a word, slamming into the desk and blowing it to smithereens. Ron nearly fell, trying to shield himself from the tiny pieces that flew everywhere.

"Merlin, Harry!" Ron looked at him with wide eyes. "Give me some warning next time! I didn't even hear you speak!"

Harry shrugged, pocketing his wand. "I read about non-verbal casting, and decided to give it a try."

"Merlin's sack! Bill told me it took forever for him to get wordless casting down! Was that really your first time trying it?"

"I guess." Harry stared at the vaporized desk with a frown, before turning to Ron. "We should probably head back."

"Good idea." Ron grimaced. "If anyone heard that spell, then they'd surely be headed our direction anyways."

He nodded and left the room with Ron, thinking about future ways he could learn new spells withoutthat womanfinding out. She had practically been breathing down his neck since the year started, and the last thing he needed was her finding him practicing magic.

He felt it before it came into view, and he minutely turned his head to see a red stunning spell headed their direction. Harry cursed, pushing Ron down as he ducked to avoid it.

Harry's own wand was in his hand as he rose, carried by a hand that was wrapped in bandages. "Expelliarmus!"

Their attacker's wand flew into his free hand, and a pair of ropes left his wand nonverbally before restraining them.

Ron finally got off the ground, looking at the intruder bound in ropes that Harry had disarmed, then looking back at him with awe. "Merlin, that was bloody brilliant!"

"Thanks." Harry replied, looking down at the wand that wasn't his own. It was somewhat lavish and fancy, having a grip on it that looked phony in his opinion.

He walked over to their attacker, her form bound by his conjured ropes in a way that emphasized her curves. Harry couldn't help but notice how hot Pansy Parkinson had become since last year, her body growing out of her immature form to became a witch that guys would dream about in their free time. He couldn't help but stare, even as she glared up at them.

"Parkinson." Ron snarled, seemingly not as enthralled by her body as he was. "What are you doing here? And why did you attack us?"

"Hello, Weasley." Pansy greeted dryly, seemingly unimpressed as she laid on the ground tied up. "And you too, Potter, I didn't think you'd react that fast."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Answer the question."

"Fine, spoil my fun." Pansy sighed, before her gaze turned serious. "Umbridge sent me."

His own eyes widened, and he felt a flash of pain run down his bandaged hand. The pain was a reminder of what that woman was capable of, and the sheer corruption that existed in the Ministry of womanhadn't even been at Hogwarts for a month, and already she was starting to ruin his life.

It had started off as subtle jabs at first, things she would say casually to set him off. It then moved on to outright attacks and bullying, things like his cousin would resort to back at Privet Drive, and eventually she began giving him detention when that didn't get the response she wanted.

She had made him write with that nasty quill, a blood quill he believe it was called, using it in his detentions to write lines. A few bloody scratches on his hands were tolerable at first, but the problem came when she demanded he stay for overnight detention, having him write from dusk till dawn with the enchanted quill using his own blood.

Ever since then he had avoided detentions, using years of ingrained avoidance tactics he had learned from Privet Drive to do so. The woman was ruthless, and him having even a hair out of place could get him in trouble around Umbridge. Any excuse she could come up with was used to further her vendetta against him, meaning that Umbridge sending Pansy after them was very worrying.

"Bollocks." Ron swore. "We need to get out of here!"

"Agreed." Harry nodded, turning to Ron. "Let's go."

Ron glanced at Pansy, still tied up on the ground. Even if Umbridge didn't have solid proof, finding Parkinson tied up, or even just going off her word, would give the woman enough evidence to get him in trouble. "I'll take care of her."

"You sure, mate?"

"Definitely." Harry levitated Pansy's bound form. "You take off, and I'll meet you back at the dorms later."

"Alright then." Ron took off, running down the opposite hallway.

He levitated her with him as he strode down the hall and into an abandoned classroom. A notice-me-not and silencing charm on the door was enough to hide them inside. Even then he held her bound form against himself, so she wouldn't be able to wiggle away and alert the others outside.

Harry could hear them outside the room, the other on-duty prefects, mostly Slytherins by his guess, along with Umbridge. The fat toad was starting to get on his nerves, her constant taunts and punishments were something he had been able to avoid as of recently, but she was starting to get desperate.

Her being here was strange in his mind. Him and Ron had decided to explore the school for a place to practice magic, telling only their dorm mates where they were going. Neville had given them the location for a secret room his Gran had told him about, and Seamus along with Dean had been there as well. The fact that Pansy, along with Umbridge and the other Prefects knew exactly where they were had stark implications.

Pansy wiggled against him, growling at him in anger as he held her body flush against his own. He held her closer, trying to make her quiet, and his nose was pressed against her hair. Harry couldn't help but smell her hair, the magical shampoo she no doubt used had an amazing smell.

Her fat arse pressed tightly against his crotch, the fat cheeks squishing against his soft shaft. She had an amazing arse, and it only seemed to fatten and develop since last year, making it big and round. It was soft, the two big cheeks smothering his shaft through the layers of clothing between them.

He started to harden, the constant movement of her body against his organ sent blood rushing down to his cock.

Pansy suddenly froze, and he felt a wave of embarrassment rush through him. No doubt she could feel his shaft rubbing between her fat cheeks. He felt horrified, as if he was taking advantage of their situation, but he couldn't chance her getting free and telling Umbridge.

Parkinson moved suddenly, slowly rubbing her arse against his length as he held her. She moved faster, and soon she was clearly dry-humping his clothed shaft with her bound form.

Harry couldn't help it, he groaned as his cock became erect, his trousers becoming so tight that they might rip. Pansy only moved harder against him, dry-humping him with her bound form, panting hard as she did so.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Harry groaned.

The ropes suddenly fell to the ground, dispelling and leaving her still held against his body. Pansy breathed in sharply, her face red as she panted. "P-Please."

"What?"

"Please!" She begged, looking at him desperately as her arse still rubbed his clothed shaft. She could have run away at this point, but instead she stayed with him. "I want you! Morgana, I've never felt this good!"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, only for her to move. She moved in and claimed his open lips, kissing him lightly for what felt like forever until it suddenly changed, become aggressive as they devoured each other.

Pansy turned and moved back before pulling down her skirt, and his eyes widened as he took in her bubble butt held back by lace panties. Her shirt came off next, and he saw the back of her black bra.

Her arse was her best feature, the panties she wore barely containing the fat arse cheeks that he desperately wanted to grab and grope. She moved and pushed them down, her bare arse becoming visible along with the tiny lips of her pussy.

"You can have it." She said breathlessly. "Please just- I need you, Potter."

Harry tentatively moved, his hand reaching out with caution before resting gently on her right arse cheek. He gave it a soft squeeze, feeling the soft skin and cushioned fat. It activated something in him, a desperate need that he hadn't released.

His hands moved to his trousers, unbuttoning them swiftly, then his underwear. Pansy gasped as his cock was revealed, a massive pole of meat that was bigger than she could have imagined. It rested on her naked back, the huge mast heavily resting against her skin. It was huge, bigger than any cock she had seen or heard about, longer than her forearm and thicker than a broom. An angry red head rested at the tip of it, bigger than her fists, staring her down. A gigantic sack rested at the base, containing two huge balls closer in side to a bludger than a snitch.

Pansy knew that powerful wizards were rumored to have above-average genitalia, with the rumors about Merlin and all that, but this was simply obscene. Yet her pussy gushed at the sight, and she felt the instinctive need to worship him, to pleasure Harry Potter and let himbreed her.

Harry moved, slowly pulling his hips back as he lined up the tip of his shaft with Pansy's pussy lips. It was an obscene sight, attempting to fit such a large shaft into such a tight space.

He push forwards anyways, the head breaking in to her sacred place, as Pansy panted and moaned.

He moved gently, trying not to hurt her as he pushed more and more of his shaft into her as comfortably as he could. Pansy moaned and panted, sweat pouring from her form as her entire body quivered.

He tried to be gentle and to take it slow, he really did, but it got harder to do so as time went on. This was the bitch who had hung around Malfoy for years, who had bullied him, who had bullied Hermoine, and the rest of his didn't deserve comfort.

With a sudden violent slam he forced the rest of his massive shaft into her. Her fat arse collided with a thunderous clap against his thighs. Her pussy was stretched obscenely, so much so that he knew that she would be ruined for anyone else. His balls collided against her bare arse, making a smacking noise when they did so.

Pansy screamed in pleasure and pain. Her legs gave out and he gave a growl as only his arms and massive cock held her body up. Her arms moved everywhere as she desperately tried to cling on to something.

Harry didn't care. He began thrusting, slamming her body up and down his shaft as he focused onruiningPansy Parkinson.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK!" Pansy chanted, panting and moaning loudly as he thrusted into her. "H-How can you be so big?!"

Harry snorted, reaching up and grabbing her back bra strap for leverage as he pounded her. His other hand going to spank her arse cheek.

SLAP

"UGH! FUCK!"

SLAP

Pansy screamed in pleasure, her pussy squirming around him as he felt her cum. He ripped her bra off, throwing the black lace bra to the side as he reached up and groped both her breasts. They weren't exactly big, but Pansy wasn't exactly flat chested either. Harry roughly held them, his hands wrapping around her chest as he used her upper body as more leverage to fuck the shit out of her.

"Y-You've ruined me!" Pansy said shakily, desperately trying to adjust to the pounding he was giving her.

"For who? Malfoy?" Harry asked with some cynicism. "Why would that be?"

"You're so much bigger than him!" Pansy moaned out.

He felt his cock twitch with pride. It was weird to be praised during rough sex with his enemy's lover. It gave him a strange sense of superiority, to know that Draco's whore thought he was better at sex than him. Harry couldn't help himself, "How much bigger?"

"Fuck! Your balls are bigger than his baby cock!"

Harry groaned at her praise, leaning over her form to give himself more leverage as he fucked her. His hands roamed over her body, his right hand landing on her stomach and feeling the tubular bulge that was the imprint of his shaft on her stomach. His cock was so massive he could feel it through her stomach, hollowing out in insides as he got closer to his release.

The clapping sounds in the abandoned room now mixed with wet squelching noises, along with the screams and moans of Pansy Parkinson. Harry could feel his relief coming, and somehow thrusted even harder into her as his shaft seemed to double in size. His balls squelched with powerful magic, shooting the first of many massive loads into her.

Pansy moaned as he came, and he could feel her stomach bulge out as his load filled her. He didn't cum too often, but when he did it was always a mess due to the sheer volume of seed he could produce. It filled her to the brim, making the witch look pregnant, before it became too much and squeezed out of the crack between his shaft and her pussy lips, dripping down onto the stone floor.

When his release was over, he pulled his shaft out of her with a loud squelch, causing her to moan pathetically. Harry snorted and grabbed her sweaty hair, using it to clean his dirty cock, all the while Pansy stayed limp.

"P-Potter." Pansy moaned out, almost sounding incoherent. "We have to do this again."

"Maybe." Harry shrugged, putting his robes back on as the witch finally moved over and rested against a nearby wall. "That said, don't expect me to ask you on a date to Hogsmeade anytime soon."

"Any girl would be lucky to get asked out to Hogsmeade by you." Pansy snorted. "I don't consider myself so lucky as to get asked out by the great Harry Potter."

"I honestly doubt any girl would want to go to Hogsmeade with me." Harry replied bitterly. "After all, who would want to go out with the insane lunatic who everyone thinks is a murderer?"

"You would be surprised." Pansy gave a small laugh. "Chang has been following you around like a lost puppy since term started, that's not even mentioning all the girls who wanted to go to the ball with you last year. Hell, even that French girl kissed you."

He felt his trousers tighten at the mention of Fleur, and tried to move on to a different subject. His gaze suddenly turned serious, looking at her in a way that made her bite her lip. "You better not tell Umbridge anything."

"Don't worry, Potter, I know when to keep my mouth shut."

"Why did you even attack us anyways? Did Umbridge order you to?"

"Me and the other prefects got called to her office, and she ordered us to search this part of the school. She didn't explicitly say so, but it was pretty obvious she was trying to catch you."

"How did she even know that me and Ron would be in this part of Hogwarts?" Harry asked, feeling worried. If Umbridge had some sort of spying system set up their entire plan could be useless. That was unless one of their friends betrayed them. "Did you see anyone else by Umbridge's office? Any Gryffindors?"

Pansy rubbed her chin in thought. "There was one, Finnigan. He was leaving her classroom when we got there."

"Damn. He sold us out!" Harry seethed. "I guess Umbridge somehow got to him."

"She's started doing that lately." Pansy warned him. "Usually she likes to make promises and deals to get ahead, and when that doesn't work she resorts to threats. A fair amount of Slytherin students I know are working for her, passing her information and what not."

It seemed that Umbridge had gone much further with her plan than Harry had originally believed. He had thought the worst she could do was her simple bullying and detentions, but implanting spies among the student population was a whole other his own roommates.

His eyes narrowed as he remembered what Pansy said about Umbridge recruiting Slytherins. "Does that include you?"

"Touché." Pansy rolled her eyes. "But clearly not anymore."

"Truly?" Harry asked, sounding unimpressed.

"What will it take, Potter? Do you want me to suck your dick again? Maybe let you fuck me a few times prove to you that I'm on your side?" Instead of sounding bitter, Pansy actually sounded quite enthused about the idea, if that was even possible.

"Maybe." Harry rested a firm hand in her hair, and watched as she seemed to eagerly lean into his touch. "I'll pass you a note for when we should meet next. Or, better yet, I'll come find you."

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Chapter 2: Chapter 2Notes:

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Chapter Text

"Now, class" Umbridge begin, her voice dripping with false sincerity that made his head hurt. "We must remember that we are here to learn, not to play silly games or indulge in foolish fantasies about dangers that do not exist. The Ministry has seen to it that we are perfectly safe. There is nothing to fear, as long as we follow the rules."

She pauses, her eyes lingering on him. "Mr. Potter, is there anything you want to share with the class? Something to do with a certain article that came out this morning?"

She was referring to a nasty Daily Prophet article featured on the front page of the paper that morning, one putting him in the crosshairs. It was nothing new, but even he could admit the paper had taken a new approach to trying to defame him.

It was a classic bait she wanted him to take, one he had fallen for too many times already. She wanted him to respond withsome sort of defiant remark, one she could get him in trouble he was done playing her game.

For a moment his eyes glanced across the room, and he briefly lock gazes with Pansy Parkinson. She looked at him worriedly, biting her lip as she waited for his response. Clearly she was worried he would get himself in trouble.

Harry looked up, meeting Umbridge's gaze with a questioning look. He knows what she's trying to do, and he's determined not to give her the satisfaction. "I'm sorry, Professor, I don't regularly read the Quibbler, if that's what you're referring to?"

Snorts of laughter erupted from around the class, as the Gryffindors, and even some Slytherins, try and suppress their snickers. Umbridge went red, and he could swear he saw steam erupt from her ears. "I don't read that rag!"

"Oh, um… sorry, Professor." Harry profusely apologized. "You just seemed like the type that would."

Ron was cradling his head in his hands as he desperately tried to contain his laughter, all the while Hermoine looked like she was either going to chastise him or join in the laughter herself. Umbridge only seemed to get more angry at his response, glaring at him in hatred, before that ridiculous sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Oh, Mr. Potter," Umbridge finally said, her voice laced with mockery. "You do have such an overactive imagination. But let's not spread falsehoods in this classroom, shall we? After all, spreading lies is a very serious offense. Don't you agree?"

Lies. The back of his bandaged hand still hurt, and he could feel it pulse with pain at her reference.

"Of course, Professor." Harry replied easily.

The class went on from there, as they all read the ridiculous Slinkhard book that Umbridge forced them to buy. It was a waste of paper in his mind, a book full of useless words that did nothing but give him a headache every time he tried to read it.

When class ended he stormed out like he always did, grateful that another day passed by without him falling into one of her traps and landing himself in a detention. He didn't wait for Ron or Hermione, instead walking down random corridors as he vented frustration.

He turned a corner and came upon a familiar face, a girl he had been meaning to talk to since the start of the year. She was looking down sullenly. "Cho?"

Cho's eyes widened as she looked up at him, surprised by his presence. "H-Harry?"

He smiled hesitantly, already feeling awkward. "How have you been?"

"I-I've been alright." Cho answered, pushing a strand of black hair behind her hair.

"I've been meaning to talk to you," Harry swallowed his hesitance. "about Cedric."

"Oh." Cho stood straighter, suddenly seeming off.

"I didn't know Cedric well, but I knew he was a good person." Harry said. "He didn't deserve what happened to him. It… It should have been me."

"No!" Cho replied. "Don't say such things, it's not your fault."

"Thanks, but I feel like it is." Harry sighed, looking at the girl in front of him. "You must be a mess."

"It's been hard." Cho sniffed.

Harry couldn't help it, he reached out and hugged her. Cho stiffened, before seemingly collapsing into his embrace. She cried silently, and he held her as tears ran down her face.

"It's okay." Harry comforted. "Don't let anyone tell you to move on, or to forget about him. These things take time, and I'll be there every step of the way if you need me."

Finally they both pulled away, Cho wiping away the tear tracks on her face.

"Thanks, Harry." Cho smiled. "I needed that."

"Anytime."

Cho turned and left, heading down the hallway and away from him. Harry watched her leave, only for another voice to get his attention. "Comforting Cedric's widow, Potter?"

He turned, finding a unimpressed looking Pansy Parkinson staring at him. "Parkinson."

"You know, for how you treated me the other day, I'd almost guess you were a different person." Pansy remarked, scrutinizing him up and down.

It was clear what she was referring to, in how he treated Cho versus her the other day. Harry couldn't help but agree with her, not entirely knowing why his personality seemed so different was like he had this sudden lust for power, to dominate and destroy anything or anyone in his way.

"Is that how you want me to treat you? Like a fragile girl that will cry on my shoulder?" Harry asked, walking up to Pansy and groping her big bum under her skirt. "No. I think you want me to treat you like the whore you are."

"F-Fuck." Pansy quivered in his grasp. "You really know what to say to a girl."

"Do you know why that is, Pansy?" He asked quietly, pushing a finger deep into her panties and into her lips. She was drenched, soaked to the core because of his touch. "It's because you're my whore. Say it."

"I-I'm a whore." Pansy bit her lip, her back arching. "Your whore!Morgana!"

She came, and he could feel his finger inside her get soaked from her arousal. He ripped it out of her, causing Pansy to gasp, and shook the fluid off it. She was panting, desperately trying to get her lust under control as her body could take her in that moment if he wanted to, put her on her knees and watch as she sucked his cock.

"I'm going to visit the library this evening." Harry stated, uncaring for her current state. "I know you're a prefect, so I trust you can get me inside?"

"Yes,Master." Pansy replied, whispering the last word fervently.

It had been mere days since he had first taken her, but for her it had been an eternity. She had felt amazing after he had first claimed her, suddenly having more energy and magic than she knew what to do with. Her spells were suddenly stronger, her appearance more beautiful, and a unseen confidence seemed to fill her for the first time.

Then came the realization, the horror at the idea of never getting near his magic again. The mere thought of Harry drove her wild, and seeing him in class was nearly unbearable for her loins. She had masturbated for days at this point, doing so for hours on end to the thought of him.

He entered the room she requested to meet him in, closing the door behind him with a thud that made her heart jump. She wetted her lips in anticipation, the sound louder than she could have thought possible.

"Take off your clothes."

The command sent her scrambling, desperately unbuttoning her dress shirt and throwing away her tie and skirt unceremoniously. He stared at her, drinking in the sight of her body in a way that soaked her to the core.

"I'm going to be fucking you from now on." Potter stated, causing her to bite her lip in arousal. "Is that what you want?"

"Y-Yes!" Pansy gasped.

Her body was turned and pushed against the wall in an instant, as he held her in place. She could hear him unbuckling his trousers, and the weight of his massive cock against her was so huge,and he could care less for her own comfort as he shoved her panties down her thighs and lined his shaft up with her lips.

He grit his teeth as he sheathed himself fully into her, hearing Pansy cry out in pain and pleasure. This wasn't sex, it was an extermination.

He pushed her against the wall, holding her up by her fat arse so that her feet left the floor. She yelled and screamed obscenities, pounding the wall with her fists and he thrusted into her. He stared at her arse, watching it jiggle and bounce as he obliterated her insides. His hand reached out, grabbing Pansy's hair as he thrusted even harder into her.

"FUCK!" Pansy hollered at the top of her lungs, her mascara and makeup ruined by tears and sweat. "I-I can't stop cumming!"

She was right. His whore hadn't stopped cumming since he first entered her, and it helped lubricate her insides for his shaft.

He could feel his release coming, and sped up his thrusts. The noise of slapping of skin was so loud in the small room he thought his eardrums would burst, but he carried on. He beared down on her, doing his best to absolutely blow her back out as his release got closer and closer.

With a final full-body slam he sheathed himself fully inside Pansy Parkinson, roaring with power as his release filled her to the brim. She screamed and screamed, her body twitching uncontrollably beneath him as he came. His cum was powerful, filled with magic and energy, his load so massive that it bulged out her stomach and dripped from her obscenely tight snatch.

With a final movement he pushed her off his shaft unceremoniously, letting his whore fall several feet to the stone floor. She moaned on the ground, clutching her swollen stomach as cum poured like a river from her cunt.

He snorted at the pathetic sight, giving his unclean nasty shaft a jerk. "Suck my cock, bitch."

Pansy moaned, pushing herself slowly to her knees and wrapping both hands around the monstrous shaft. She was still a pureblood woman at the end of the day, and knew how to take care of her wizard as a result.

She cleaned his shaft, sucking on its head and licking the sides clean. Eventually she settled on jerking it with both her hands.

"You know, almost all the girls in Slytherin dream about you." Pansy whispered as she stroked his cock. "You could probably take any of them if you wanted to."

His cock pulsed, twitching violently in Pansy's grip as his arousal skyrocketed at her words. He didn't know if she was just trying to boost ego, and genuinely wanted to know if she was telling the truth. "Are you lying to me?"

Pansy flinched. "No!"

"Oh?" Harry's brow raised in doubt. "Tell me about them."

"About my roommates?" Pansy asked, looking off balance. "Well, Tracey Davis is rumored to have a shrine in her closet devoted to you. She's a half blood like you, so it would make some sense. It's hard to figure out what the Carrow twins think, but I'm pretty sure one of them stole your Quidditch jersey."

His cock was almost painfully hard at this point as Pansy stroked it, the veins bulging with blood and magic making a grotesque sight. The thought of so many girls, Slytherin girls, lusting after him did strange things to him.

"And who's the worst of the bunch?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Pansy seemed to genuinely consider the question, biting her lip in thought before she finally opened her mouth. "Greengrass. Definitely Greengrass."

He had often listened to his dorm mates discuss different girls around the castle. They all seemed to have similar opinions, rating the bums of certain girls above others along with intense arguing of the bust size of one witch against another. Unanimously they all seemed to agree that Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott were the hottest girls in the school, and Harry was sure there was a betting pool over who could get with one of them first.

But there was one girl in their year that no one seemed to mention, the risk in doing so seemingly too was a Slytherin, the meanest of the mean, rumored to be wealthier than Malfoy, and with a arsenal of dark spells no one wanted to see firsthand. He was sure his dorm mates didn't know what was really true when it came to her, but they all seemed to have the same consensus that she shouldn't be touched.

She was easily the most beautiful girl in the castle, something his roommates never argued over because there was no arguement to be made.

"Daphne Greengrass?" He asked incredulously. "Seriously?"

"Absolutely." Pansy nodded, dead serious. "It's hard to tell with her, but I've learned some of her quirks over the years. She stares at you all the time, to the point it's somewhat unsettling. Davis even makes jokes about it, and Greengrass always pays attention when your name comes up."

Harry felt strangely sick, a weird feeling of excitement mixing with horror within him. One one hand he wanted to believe what Pansy was telling him, that Daphne Greengrass genuinely liked him and that he could somehow get in a relationship with her. One the other, he wondered if this was some sort of insane joke, and that Greengrass really just hated his guts secretly.

"You're not starting a coven or something, are you?"

"A coven?"

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Just look it up in the library, Potter."

SLAP

His cock slammed against the side of her face, sending her sprawling onto the seemed Pansy had forgotten her place.

"S-Sorry!" Pansy squeaked, rubbing her cheek where he had cock slapped her. "Powerful wizards used to have groups of women that followed them, typically called covens. They haven't been seen in a long time, but supposedly a wizard would usually gain power from his coven. The bigger the coven, the more powerful the wizard."

"And witches would just follow these wizards around?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"There's more to it than that. Rituals, politics, and courtships, all sorts of things the coven would deal with. If you think about it, one wizard having many witches bound to him would increase his political power immensely." Pansy's cheeks tinted red. "That's not mentioning that witches are typically drawn to powerful of like me."

"Huh, I guess I'll look into it." Harry shrugged, putting his robes back on and heading to the library. "See you around, Parkinson."

"Of course, anytime, Harry."

The dim light of his wand illuminated the ancient, dusty pages of the book Harry had found deep within the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library. It was past midnight at this point, and the castle was silent, save for the faint rustle of pages and the occasional creak of the library's ancient shelves.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he read, his eyes scanning the words that seemed to pulse with a dark, forbidden knowledge. The book was bound in leather that had long since faded to a dull, cracked brown, its title beingThe Arcane Art of Coven-Binding.

His curiosity had led him here, far beyond the boundaries of what was taught in classes, and what he was now uncovering sent a chill down his spine.

In the days of old, the most powerful wizards would gather to themselves a coven—a select group of witches sworn to their service. These witches, bound by magic and loyalty, would amplify the wizard's power, lending him their strength, and in return, they would gain protection, influence, and a share in the wizard's magical prowess.

Covens were not merely a display of political power, but a potent source of magical strength. The rituals binding the witches to the wizard were complex and dangerous, requiring not only consent but a deep, mutual trust. Once formed, a coven could rival the might of the most powerful magical artifacts, granting the wizard unparalleled influence over both the magical and mundane worlds.

Harry's mind raced. The idea of a coven—of wielding such power—was both thrilling and terrifying. He had never heard of this in any of his classes, nor had it been mentioned in any of the history books he had read. The thought of wizards commanding the loyalty and magic of others in such a way felt almost...wrong, yet undeniably alluring.

Many of these covens became legendary, their deeds etched into the very fabric of wizarding history, though much of their existence has been obscured or erased from common knowledge by the passage of time and the shifting tides of power. It is said that those who mastered the art of coven-binding could challenge even the most feared Dark Lords, their collective magic rendering them nearly invincible.

Harry swallowed hard, the flickering light from his wand casting eerie shadows across the pages. He couldn't help but think of Dumbledore,of Voldemort,and of all the powerful wizards who had shaped the world he now lived in. The temptation to delve deeper was overwhelming, but he knew he was treading dangerous ground. This knowledge, though fascinating, was likely forbidden for a reason. Yet the idea of it lingered in his mind—what could such power do in the hands of someone like him? Could it be used to defeat Voldemort?

That last thought burned in his mind, and he thought back to the graveyard from last year, of Umbridge and her meddling, and of Cho. Seeing Cedric's widow and what Voldemort did to people had changed him, made himruthless.

He thought of how he treated Pansy earlier, used her for his own personal would doanything to defeat Voldemort.

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Harry made his past the different shelves and isles of the Hogwarts library, grateful that he didn't have to worry about being quiet and stealthy. He had spent too much time visiting the restricted section secretly at night, and found that he had grown weary of it.

It was a flash of yellow out of the corner of his eye that caused him to suddenly stop and peek around a nearby bookshelf. At a nearby table in the back corner of the library sat two witches he had been meaning to interact with, but hadn't found the means to do so. Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, one blonde and the other a brunette, both beautiful, sat together while studying.

It was actually mind boggling for him to actually take in Daphne Greengrass's appearance. She was a Slytherin, and someone he had accepted for being way out of his league years ago, and as such had given up any hope of being with her. Blonde and busty, insane curves under those Abraxan-hair made robes that she wore. She rich, intelligent, and downright sinful, but every guy knew she was an evil bitch with a mean-streak a mile wide.

And it just so happened she had a crush on him… according to Pansy, at least.

He took a deep breath and approached the table she sat at. Tracey Davis was the first to notice him, her eyes widening in surprise as she nudged Daphne. The Ice Queen looked up, her expression immediately hardening as she met Harry's gaze.

The only thing that kept him going was what Pansy had told him before, about Greengrass supposedly having a crush on him. But even that barely gave him enough courage to do what he was about to do. Asking her out was practically taboo among the male population of the school, as everybody already knew how it would go.

"Is there a reason for this intrusion, Potter?" Daphne's voice was as cold as her reputation.

Harry swallowed thickly. "Can I talk to you for a moment, Greengrass?"

Daphne raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why? Are you lost? The Gryffindor common room is in the other direction."

Tracey snickered quietly beside her, but Harry ignored her. His attention was focused solely on Daphne. "I just… wanted to ask you something… in private."

Daphne's expression didn't soften, but she did glance at Tracey, who sighed and gave her a playful shove. "Just go, I'm curious to see what the famous Harry Potter has to say to you."

Daphne shot Tracey a look that could have turned her to stone, but she reluctantly stood up, her movements as graceful as they were deliberate. "Fine. But this had better be important, Potter."

Harry led her a few isles over, away from prying eyes and curious ears. He could feel her gaze on him, making him seriously doubt what Pansy had told him about her.

"Alright, Potter, what is it?" Daphne crossed her arms, her posture defensive and impatient. "I have studying to do."

Harry took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I… I wanted to ask if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend. Just the two of us."

Daphne blinked, her icy facade cracking for just a moment as genuine surprise flickered in her eyes. It was quickly replaced by skepticism and a hint of amusement. "Is this some kind of joke, Potter? Did Weasley put you up to this?"

Harry shook his head earnestly. "No, it's not a joke. I'm serious."

Daphne's gaze searched his, looking for any sign of deceit or hidden motives. When she found none, her expression shifted to one of confusion and slight irritation. "Why me? Surely there are other girls more… suited to the likes of you."

Why does she make everything sound like an insult?Harry hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Because you're different, Daphne. You're strong, smart, and you don't let anyone push you around. I respect that and I want to get to know you better."

For a moment, Daphne just stared at him, her icy exterior beginning to thaw ever so slightly. She had always been aware of the stares and whispers behind her back—people admiring her beauty but fearing her sharp tongue. No one had ever approached her with such sincerity, least of all Harry Potter, of all people.

Finally, she sighed, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. "You're either very brave or very foolish, Potter."

"Maybe a bit of both," Harry admitted with a small smile.

Daphne's lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but she quickly caught herself. He figured that she was still the Ice Queen, after all. "Alright, Potter. I'll go to Hogsmeade with you. But don't think for a second that I'm doing this because I like you. I'm just… curious."

Harry's smile widened in relief. "That's all I'm asking for."

Daphne nodded, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "But don't get any ideas, Potter. If you disappoint me, you'll wish you never asked."

She turned and left, doing so in a way that conveyed she had wasted her time speaking with him. Harry didn't care, finally being able to take a sigh of relief.I hope she isn't so uptight on our date.

After standing there for a while, seemingly in a daze, Harry finally moved on to a different part of the library. He found Hermoine easily enough, with Ron sitting next to her and looking bored, and took the seat across from them.

"Hermoine, is everything set for us to start the club?" Harry asked as he sat down.

"Almost, it was a major help that you and Ron found the room for us to use." Hermoine replied, taking out a list she had written down. "There are just a few other things, one being who we will invite, and where we'll meet."

"We need to be careful about that first one." Harry noted, remembering what Pansy had told him. "Umbridge has started using students to gather information. If we're not careful, she could slip one of her spies into our group."

"How did you know that?" Ron asked, looking uneasy.

"Just trust me on this."

"So who do we invite?" Hermoine asked.

"The Quidditch team for sure." Harry remarked. "We can at least trust them."

"Some Ravenclaws too, they seem upset over Umbridge." Ron added.

"Maybe some Hufflepuffs." Harry shrugged. "Probably Susan Bones-"

"Seriously?" Hermoine cut him off, looking annoyed.

"What?" Harry asked.

"We're not starting this club just to fill it with pretty girls." Hermoine ranted. "You just want to stare at her tits, don't you?"

He couldn't help but feel his eyebrows raise in suprise, it was rare for Hermoine to be so did have big tits."No, it's because her aunt is Head of the DMLE, and she helped me a lot at my trial. And where did that come from, do you not like Susan?"

"Sorry!" Hermoine squirmed in embarrassment. "I just thought that boys your age are… you know…"

Ron snorted. "Anyone else?"

"I'll ask around the dorms to see who's interested."

A sudden, radical thought occurred to Harry. One he was hesitant to voice, but knew it would payoff tremendously if it worked. "There's someone else I'd like to invite. Or more specifically, some people, but I don't think you'll approve."

Hermoine frowned. "Who?"

Harry looked around, as if to make sure no one was listening. "Slytherins."

"What?!" Ron demanded loudly, getting shushed and glared at by the librarian. "Are you mental?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Harry." Hermoine commented.

"Trust me on this one." He said. "I'll be subtle about it, but if we can get some Slytherins in the group it will give us an advantage over Umbridge as well as Voldemort. They are in the same house as Malfoy, meaning they'll know more than we do if something's up. Plus, some diversity in the group would be good."

"I don't think stuffy purebloods count as diversity, mate." Ron sniffed in distaste.

"Harry does make some good points though." Hermoine conceded, but still looked unsure. "If you manage to pick out some good ones, then maybe…"

"Don't worry, I'll pick out the good Slytherins." Harry reassured her, ignoring Ron's disbelieving stare.

"As for how we'll meet," Hermoine began. "I figured we could have our first meeting in a few weeks at the Hog's Head. The place is out of the way, and I doubt Malfoy or anyone else will look for us there. Maybe this weekend we could start getting the word out?"

Harry suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. "About that, I'm afraid I can't help out this weekend."

"And why is that?" Hermoine almost demanded.

"I've got a hot date."

"You and Harry Potter are going on a date!" Her best friend cheered.

"Ugh. What was I thinking?" Daphne Greengrass felt like she was bathing in her own stupidity at the moment. It was those evil green eyes of his,those dashing, bright, emerald eyes…Once she was under his gaze, it was as if she couldn't look away. "I'll have to find Potter and tell him the date's off."

"What?!" Tracey Davis nearly shouted. "Absolutely not!"

"But I can't date Harry Potter!" Now Daphne Greengrass sounded miserable. "The whole school will know! They'll see us together in Hogsmeade, and Harry will hold my hand, and we'll-"

"Be happy together?" Tracey finished her sentence, causing Daphne to glare. "What? You and I both knowHarrywould be a great boyfriend."

"Hey! Don't talk about Harry as if he's yours." Daphne glared at her for the perceived slight.

"Oh? So youdowant to date Harry Potter?"

Daphne pinched her brows. " 're right, we'll go on our date, it will be nice and quiet, and then after that… I'm not sure."

"I doubt your date with Harry Potter of all people will benice and quiet. Do you really think you can handle all the excitement that comes with it?"

Of course she could imagine all the excitement that came with Potter was easily the most famous wizard alive, and practically everything he did managed to get on the front page. The boy was a heartthrob, even if he clearly didn't want to be, and was the dream boy of every witch her age.

No doubt her being his new love interest would also provoke the ire of every witch her age as well. Although the Prophet might slander him day after day, there was no doubt in her mind that everyone would change their tune when he began datingherof all people. Witch-Weekly would begin publishing special editions focusing on their fabled romance, with Daphne plastered on every page of the magazine.

It would be such a she could imagine the ridiculous rumors that would pop up about her having seduced him with love potions or the like. It would also cause a panic among the female population of the school, and she was sure that there would be a rush to seduce Harry before he could get too attached to her.

But I won't let them. He's mine!She internally seethed over the idea of girls trying to seduce her Potter needed a proper pureblood wife to take care of him,and Daphne knew that she was the best option.

She imagined herself on Harry's arm, the prim and proper trophy wife as she had been raised to be. Harry would take care of her, and the many children they would bit her lip, feeling her core heat doubt her husband would have use for her after a long, hard day at work, and would take out his frustration on her when he got home.

He would use her body for his own pleasure, pounding away relentlessly as he filled her with load after load on their marriage could feel her breath getting heavier as she imagined her future with he won't wait till marriage, maybe he'll simply take her after their date in Hogsmeade. Not that she would complain.

"Daphne? Hello?"

"W-What?" She stuttered, finding Tracey trying to tell her something as she broke out of her reverie.

"Already dreaming about the Golden Boy?" Tracey teased.

"No." She managed to get out, but her blush gave it away.

Tracey let out an amused snort. "I can't say I blame you. He's practically the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding World."

The words came out teasing and congralutory, but Daphne could tell her friend was upset. Even though her best friend was praising her, Daphne couldn't help but hear the sadness in her best friend's voice. She knew that Tracey in particular liked Harry Potter, but had long ago given up any chance of getting with him.

The girl had been instead relegated to practically being her servant in Slytherin, doing so in order to get the protection of House Greengrass. Slytherin House was a nasty place to be for Half-bloods, and Daphne knew her best friend had to give up a lot of her future hopes and dreams to survive. Otherwise the expectations and politics would crush the girl, and there was no way she could have faced all of that alone.

Daphne Greengrass would admit she wasn't the most giving person, but she always planned on helping Davis in at least some fashion after Hogwarts. She always planned to make Tracey her mistress, or at least provide her best friend with some sort of protection after Hogwarts, whether that be financial or something else. But with her starting to date Harry Potter, it opened a new avenue to greatly rewarding her friend.

Surely Harry could use a mistress? And why stop with just her? Surely Harry could take Astoria too, and even her Mother-

You're thinking too far ahead, shook her head, knowing that she always seemed to get too far ahead of herself with her go on the date first, and then you can figure things out from there.

He could feel the wrinkled, dusty pages of the book he held in his hands, a piece of ancient magical literature that belonged in a museum,or knew this book was dangerous,but he could justify doing anything to defeat Voldemort.

After many nights of spending hours searching through the restricted section he had found what he had been searching for. It was the solution he needed to get stronger, a way for him to claim the women he needed for his coven.

gluckglurkglurkThe rhythmic sounds of Pansy sucking his cock sounded from below, and he widened his thighs to look down at her.

She sat on her knees below the desk, both hands submissively resting on her lap as she massaged his shaft with her mouth. Her hair and makeup was ruined, as a pool of spit and arousal seemed to stain her abdomen.

He could feel his release coming, and he gripped her hair tightly before pressing her against his groin. His massive shaft filled her mouth completely, entering and bulging out her throat as he used her as a cheap way to get off. Harry pummeled Pansy against his groin, growling as his release got closer and as she lathered up his shaft.

"Make sure you swallow it." Harry demanded, still reading as his other hand used her like a cheap cum-bucket.

Pansy sucked even harder on his shaft, going through hell as she did her best to please him. She could feel his hand gripping her hair harshly, the stench of his ballbag, and the massive veins full of blood and magic that ran along his good…

His load filled her, making her see stars as it went straight down her throat and into her stomach. Pansy didn't move, guzzling down the massive load of cum as Harry held her. He eventually stopped cumming, and pulled her off his shaft by her hair.

Harry didn't pay any attention as she coughed and gagged, desperately trying to recover from the face fuck he just gave her. Instead his eyes stayed focused on the book in front of him, reading every page and memorizing it word for word.

It says here that I need a rune, a mark, a way to transfer power between each coven realized exactly what that meant, that he would have tobrandeach member of his coven.I already have that ridiculous scar, so maybe I can use that in some way…

He flipped to another section of the old book, one that seemed to focus on hierarchy and tradition within the coven. Specifically, that part of the book was more like a guide for keeping the coven stuff kind of goes over my head, but I guess it makes sense? Having tons of girls together all in a relationship with the same guy could be draining.

"D-Did you find what you wanted, my Lord?" Pansy asked from beside him, still on her knees. She looked looked like a sweaty, well-fucked mess, a sight he had seen many times the past few I should take her into my coven?

He thought about it for a moment before deciding not . At least, not now. If this book is right then I'll want only respectable, powerful witches to start my coven. Not a whore like her.

"I did." His deep, manly voice unintentionally sending shivers down her spine.

He thought of his upcoming date with I can make her my first coven member? That is, if our date goes well, and she agrees to go along with all this.

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The chill of Hogsmeade's air seemed to bite into his skin as he waited for his date at the entrance to the village.

He had dressed in some of his finest robes, something he realized wasn't good enough for who his date was. Especially when Daphne Greengrass was probably the richest girl in the school, and dressed better than most purebloods, including Malfoy.I really need to get some new robes.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the carriage carrying his date arrived. Tracey Davis along with the beautiful Carrow twins left the carriage first, followed behind by Daphne Greengrass.

She dressed like the noblewoman she was, looking more akin to a beautiful pureblood Lady than an actual Hogwarts student. She wore a fancy beige coat and cream-colored undergarments with brown boots, an outfit that looked perfect for a winter date, and not suited to be going out with someone like him who looked more akin to a beggar.

"Potter," Daphne greeted him coolly as she approached, her eyes flicking over him with a hint of scrutiny before settling on his face. "You're on time, good start."

"Uh, yeah," Harry stammered, scratching the back of his head nervously. He was just glad she didn't immediately comment on his appearance. "I didn't want to keep you waiting."

Daphne raised an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed. "And yet, you didn't think to meet me at the castle and escort me here?"

Harry blinked, taken aback. Meeting her at the castle and travelling down in a carriage would have been something a normal couple would do, and something he had completely overlooked. "Oh… I didn't think of that."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she sighed, shaking her head slightly. "Well, you're learning, I suppose. Let's go."

Harry nodded quickly and started walking beside her, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that he'd already messed up. They made their way into the village in silence, the bustling crowds of students around them only adding to Harry's anxiety. He kept stealing glances at Daphne, who seemed completely composed, though he couldn't help but notice a slight tension in her posture.

Just like couples usually did in public, he held out his arm for her to take. They wouldn't exactly be holding hands, but he would be escorting her. Daphne seemed to get the hint, and graciously clung to his arm properly.

The students already in Hogsmeade seemed to part around them like water, staring incredulously at him and his date. A flood of whispers followed them, as younger girls either stared excitedly at the couple or glared murderously. Harry knew that him dating Daphne Greengrass of all people would cause a stir, but already it seemed as if he had caused a riot.

They wandered through the streets for a while, Harry fumbling through awkward attempts at conversation. Daphne responded politely but with little enthusiasm, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the more interesting items in the shop windows.

As they passed Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, Harry spotted a few couples inside and hesitated. "Er, would you like to go in for a bit? Maybe have some tea?"

Daphne glanced at the tea shop, then back at Harry with a hint of disdain. "Do I look like the type of girl who enjoys frilly, overcrowded tea shops, Potter?"

Why did I even ask?Harry winced. "Right, sorry. Just thought… never mind."

He quickly moved on, feeling more and more like he was drowning. He had no idea what Daphne wanted, or how to make this date go smoothly. Every time he tried to make a decision, it seemed to be the wrong one. Finally, they ended up at the Three Broomsticks, where Harry thought he could at least get her a Butterbeer.

He remembered to at least hold the door as they entered, and Daphne strolled past him as if he wasn't even there. They found a quiet table near the back of the pub, and Harry hurried to get them drinks as Daphne sat down. He returned with two foaming mugs of Butterbeer and set one down in front of Daphne, who accepted it with a cool nod.

"Thank you." she said politely, as if talking to a servant, before taking a sip.

Harry sat down across from her, trying to relax, but the tension between them was palpable. He wracked his brain for something to say that wouldn't annoy her, but nothing came to mind.

"So, um, how's… how's the school year going for you?" he finally asked, wincing at how lame it sounded.

Daphne set her mug down and looked at him, her expression unreadable. "Is that really the best you can do, Potter? We're on a date, not making small talk in class."

Harry flushed. "I just… I don't really know what to talk about. I'm not very good at this."

Daphne sighed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "Clearly. You're supposed to be making an effort to impress me, you know. Show me that this isn't a complete waste of my time."

Harry felt a stab of frustration at her words. He was trying, wasn't he? But everything he did seemed to just make things worse. "I'm sorry, Daphne. I'm just… not used to this. I don't really know what you want from me."

Daphne's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Harry thought she was going to snap at him. But then she took a deep breath and her expression softened—just slightly.

"I don't want anything from you, Potter," she said quietly. "But if you're going to ask me out, then you'd better be prepared to put in the effort. You're not dealing with some simpering, lovesick girl who's just happy to be noticed by the Boy-Who-Lived. If you want to date me, you need to prove that you're worth my time."

I don't know if anyone is worthy of your swallowed, feeling the weight of her words. "I understand. I'm sorry I've been messing this up. I really do want to get to know you better, Daphne. You're just not someone I've talk too all that much over the years."

"Well it's not like you put in much effort!" The girl seemed to reach the end of her patience with him. "You haven't even talked to me before this year! That's not mentioning that even if you were so interested in me, you could of asked me to the Yule ball last year."

He winced at her rebuke, and again at the memory of the Yule ball.I never should of gone to the ball with Parvati. You would have been a better date, or even Fleur of all people."Sorry-"

"-And stop apologizing." She cut him off.

"Okay." Harry swallowed. "But I should at least tell you that you would be a much better date than Parvati to bring to the ball."

He might of imagined it, but for a brief moment he could swear that Daphne blushed. As soon as it came, it seemed to dissapear, and the same bitchy look appeared on her face. "Let's get going, Potter. I have shopping that I want to get done."

"Potter!" A feminine voice hissed from nearby, and Harry turned his head to find who was silently calling his name. "Psst, Potter!"

This was the third store he had visited with Daphne since they left the Three Broomsticks, being an expensive clothing and jewelry store filled with stuffy pureblood robes. Harry was tempted to buy some new clothes, but didn't want to risk anything with his date already going the way it was.

He turned a corner behind a nearby shelf, searching for the person trying to silently get his attention, only to find Pansy nervously standing there.

"Took you long enough." Pansy scolded, glancing at Greengrass from across the store. "She's really being a bitch, isn't she."

Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. "What is it?"

"Malfoy found out about your little date, and he's on his way with Crabbe and Goyle to ruin it."

"Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse." Harry swore under his breath, watching Daphne out of the corner of his eye to make sure she didn't see them. "Thanks for letting me know, I'll take care of it."

He went to leave, only for Pansy to grip his arm and stop him. "You need to put her in her place."

"What?"

Pansy leaned in. "Greengrass will walk all over you if you let her, you give her an inch and she'll take a mile. Be authoritative, dominant even, just like how you are with me. Pureblood girls love that stuff."

He sighed before nodding, making his way back across the store to where Daphne stood. She was eyeing the jewelry selection, specifically a nice pearl necklace he was sure cost more than all of Privet Drive.

"We need to get going." Harry said to her, keeping an eye out for Malfoy.

"Not yet, I'm shopping." Daphne replied, pointing out the necklace. "I like this one."

"Cool." Harry replied, not really paying attention.

"Buy it for me."

Harry stiffened. "What?"

"Buy it for me." Daphne said simply. "I want it."

"Are you nuts?" Harry looked at her as if she was insane. "I'm not buying that."

Daphne sent him a glare. "If you want me to be your girlfriend, you'll buy it for me."

"You're insane." He shook his head, before grabbing her and pulling her towards the entrance of the store. "We're leaving."

He led her out the front and down a nearby alley, all the while looking every which way. If Pansy had managed to alert him about Malfoy so quickly, then it meant the ferret must be nearby.

"Is there anything else you'd like to do on this terrible date?" Greengrass complained as he led her along.

Harry suddenly stopped at he felt his patience snap. He was getting to the point he didn't care anymore. He didn't care if she was beautiful, smart, or even if she secretly liked him. Daphne Greengrass was infuriating him. "You're a bitch, you know that?"

Her eyes narrowed at him dangerously. "You know, my mother said that our partner in life is typically a mirror of ourselves. So as the saying goes, it takes one to know one, Potter."

"I pity the guy who becomes your boyfriend, you know that?" Harry said bitterly.

"Well I certainly won't be your girlfriend, that's for sure!" Daphne snapped back. "I'd cheat on you everyday if I was with you!"

Daphne Greengrass had set her expectations for their date so high,too high,and she knew that she had set herself up for failure. She had watched Harry Potter for years, and should have known he wouldn't have blown her socks off on a first date. But instead she had expected a pureblood-trained princeling, someone who would maintain the highest degree of pedigree while drowning her in gifts and compliments.

In her mind, Daphne Greengrass was panicking. Her pureblood training demanded she eviscerate him for his behavior, while the more rational side realized that their date was going good enough, and that she needed to calm down. Sadly, it seemed that Daphne was anything but rational at the moment.

What are you doing?!Daphne screamed at herself internally for saying such ridiculous on Harry Potter?! Are you nuts?!

Her eyes widened in panic, seeing Harry grow furious with her as she stood there. She opened her mouth to speak,to apologize, to beg for his forgiveness for her behavior,only for the last person she wanted to see to appear.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Came a familiar, annoying drawl.

It seemed Malfoy had shown up at exactly the wrong time.

"What do you want,Malfoy." Harry spat, sounding more livid than she could have imagined.

"Nothing much." Malfoy smirked, his eyes dancing between the pair of them. "I just wanted to see how your date with Greengrass is going, but it seems it's not going well, is it?"

Prick.

Harry turned to her, his eyes conveying his anger. "No, it's not going well at all."

I really fucked things up, didn't I?

Tracey Davis sighed as she made her way to her dormitory, wanting to do nothing more than lay down after a long day of studying. While other students tended to spent their Saturdays visiting Hogsmeade or generally fooling around, she instead used the time to get ahead on her class work and to owl her mother.

She entered the fifth years girl's dormitory, and found Parkinson leaving just as she herself entered.

"Davis." Parkinson greeted, the greeting sounding less hostile than usual.

"Parkinson." Tracey greeted back, before a strange noise got her attention.

The sound of sniffling intermingled with sobs came from across the room where one of the beds had its curtains closed. It didn't take her more than a moment to realize it was Daphne's bed where the noise was originating from, something that made her silently could possibly happen that would make Daphne Greengrass cry?

"Look…" Parkinson glanced at Daphne's bed, and for a moment she thought that the girl had a bit of worry in her gaze. "Can you do something about her?"

Since when did she care about Daphne?Pansy seemed to hate Daphne with a passion, and it was pretty obvious why. The blonde had everything Parkinson dreamed of; wealth, beauty, a rich pureblood ancestry, and boys falling over themselves to be with her. It was actually something most girls in the castle seemed to hate about the blonde, and it just so happened that Parkinson was roommates with her.

"I didn't think you cared, Parkinson." Tracey rolled her eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

Pansy barged past her, exiting the dorm in a hurry.I wonder where she's headed?

She hesitantly made her way over to Daphne's bed, the girl's sobs getting louder with each step.

"Daphne? Are you okay?"

She pushed the bed's curtains out of the way, finding the girl resting against the headboard of the bed. Her clothes, and appearence overall, was a complete mess. Smeared mascara and makeup from tears, harshly unbuttoned clothes, all of it making her realize this was probably the worst she had ever seen Daphne Greengrass.

"Tracey, I… I-" The girl looked heartbroken. "I really messed up."

She must be talking about her date with Harry Potter."Was your date really that bad?"

"Mmhm." The blonde nodded. "I wasterribleto him."

"There's other boys out there besides Harry Potter, I'm sure you can find someone else."Even if he's the most desirable boy in the school, and you fucked up your chances of getting with him.

That statement only seemed to make her even more upset, as she bit her lip as fresh tears flowed down her cheeks. "No. It has to be him."

"You still want to be with him after your first date ended up like this?" Tracey asked incredulously.

"You don't get it." Daphne sniffed. "I had this whole plan, one where I would be with Harry and I'd be able to get what I wanted. And then he'd be able to take care of me and Astoria, and maybe even you as well."

"Me?"

Daphne nodded. "I figured, if you wanted it, I could have him make you a Mistress of House Potter. That way you would be secure for the rest of your life. And if you don't want that, it would be okay, I'm sure mother-"

But Tracey wasn't listening anymore, her eyes wide as if she was in a trance.A Mistress of House Potter.

Harry Potter's Mistress.

It was a provocative thought that sent shivers down her spine and to her core. Years of accepting that she would never be able to live out her dreams, much less be with the boy she wanted, had made her complacent with her life. The very idea of her dreams almost becoming a reality was life-changing, and she felt a sudden sense of urgency.

Tracey Davis found herself more motivated than she had been in years, suddenly desperate to do anything that might help. She looked at Daphne, a sudden sternness filling her as she readied herself.

"You need to get with him again." Tracey said suddenly.

"What?"

"You need to get back with Harry." She repeated. "Please. I'll do anything to help you get back with him."

"I-I don't know how to." Daphne confessed.

"Then I'll help you." Tracey stated, feeling more sure than she had in a long time. "That blithering idiot. He doesn't know what he's missing out on by not being with you."

Although her best friend might be known as a bitch to the rest of the school, Tracey knew better. Daphne Greengrass might be frosty and bitchy on the outside, but on the inside she was as warm and cuddly as a teddy bear. She truly meant that Potter was missing out by not being with her, and she knew deep down that Daphne Greengrass would make a greatwifeto Harry Potter.

Daphne blinked, her cheeks turning red from Tracey's praise. "Thank you."

"Just make sure that if you do manage to get back together, I get to be his Mistress."

"I'll make sure sure of it." Daphne nodded, sighing and resting her head against the headboard. "I should probably go find him and apologize now."

A sudden thought entered Tracey's mind at that moment. "You know what, go get cleaned up. I will go get him for you."

Before Daphne could respond she was out the dorm and storming out of the dungeons. The halls of Hogwarts seemed to go by in a blur, as she began searching every nook and cranny in the school for the Gryffindor Golden Boy.

As she walked, she began to think through things. As much as she wanted her best friend to get together with Potter, there was the small issue of their terrible date. Tracey realized she needed to make them reconcile, and for Potter to forgive her. But the problem was how to do this, and especially how to get the two back in a relationship that would satisfy both of them.

But as she came around a corner in one of the many abandoned sections of Hogwarts and found Harry Potter, a sudden anger filled her. She realized that this was the wizard who hurt her best friend,who make Daphne cry,and that she wouldn't let him get off that easy.

"Potter!" Her angered yell got his attention, as he jerked around. "What the hell did you do to hurt Daphne?!"

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"Potter!"

Harry spun around, facing a brunette Slytherin girl that he recognized as Tracey Davis. She was Daphne's friend, and one of the girls that Pansy said liked him.

"What the hell did you do to hurt Daphne?!" The girl practically demanded.

The day had been one of his worst ones to date. He didn't have to fight a basilisk, nor battle Voldemort in a graveyard, but instead had to deal with the petty bitch that was Daphne Greengrass. Their date had been terrible, even worse than he have could possibly imagined, and had left him stewing in anger since it ended.

He had returned to Hogwarts, and rather than face his friends in the Gryffindor common room, he had instead spent his time furiously pacing the old castle as he tried to vent his anger. It had largely been unsuccessful, and any hope of getting rid of the frustration disappeared as Tracey Davis accused him of hurting her best friend.

Harry fumed, feeling the anger from his date return. "What did I do?! You're kidding right? Our date barely started and she was mad at me!"

That seemed to stop Tracey in her tracks, as the girl paused and pinched her brow with a sigh. "It looks like it really was her fault after all. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure Daphne was telling the truth, and that she really did mess up."

"Huh?" Harry looked at her strangely. "You were testing me?"

"I'm a Slytherin, Potter, it's what we do." Tracey smiled teasingly. "But seriously, Daphne is really upset about your date. I've honestly never seen her so upset before, and just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything that really hurt her. The girl knows she was wrong to do what she did, and she wants to apologize, and to also start all over if that's possible."

Harry felt like he was imagining things, as he squinted at her as if she spoke Gobbledegook. He figured, if anything, Daphne Greengrass was probably livid with him, and more than likely stewing in rage in her dorm right now. For Tracey to say she was upset, and even wanted to try and be in a relationship with him again, made absolutely no sense in his mind.

"You're kidding, right?" He asked incredulously. "She was the one who seemed to hate my guts the whole time. She even said she would cheat on me!"

"Okay, that is pretty bad." Tracey winced in sympathy. "But you need to understand something Potter, that right now my best friend is very upset and currently crying her eyes out in our dorm. I came here to do whatever is needed to get you two back together, and so we're going to have to figure this out."

He cringed at the thought of Daphne being upset. Despite how angry he was at her, the last thing he wanted was an upset girl crying her eyes out because of his own stubbornness. Even though their date had gone poorly,to say the least,he didn't want things to get even worse.

But there was still part of him that was angry with her, and silently satisfied that the woman who slighted him was needs to learn to be obedient, not to try and order me pushed down those intrusive, dominant thoughts.

"It's going to take a lot to get us back together." Harry admitted.

"Tell me what it'll take." Tracey moved closer to him, making eye contact. "I'll doanything,Potter."

She was so close he could feel her warm breath against his chin, as he looked into her eyes that exuded nothing but with desperation. He let his gaze wander, his eyes taking in her attractive form as he felt his lust suddenly grow for the Slytherin girl standing in front of him.

Tracey was like the attractive girl-next-door, the friendly neighbor who you couldn't help but watch when she jogged or went out to pickup the mail. Average height, unusually tan skin from summers spent outside, with surprisingly large assets. Even through her shirt he could tell she had very large breasts, maybe not as big as Susan Bones', but much bigger than normal girls. He could feel his shaft growing within his trousers, his eyes conveying his lust.

He saw an opportunity with her, as Pansy's words about her ran through his mind. He needed to grow his coven, to get closer with more girls in order to gain the power to defeat his enemies. And it just so happened that Tracey Davis presented an opportunity for him to do just if Davis is offering, why not take advantage?

"You know, I have a way for you to solve all this right now." Harry finally spoke.

"You do? What is it?" Tracey perked up, finally getting somewhere with him.

"It's simple,you."

"Me?" Tracey felt like she was imagining things.

"You can solve all this right now, Davis." Potter answered, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He wore underwear underneath, but even she could tell just howmassivehe was based on the bulge in his undergarments.

"I-I don't think you know what you're asking, P-Potter." Tracey stuttered, her face heating up. She felt as if she was living in some sort of dream, the best type of dream, as she desperately tried not to hyperventilate.

"Oh, I think I do." His confident voice sent shivers down her spine, straight to her core.

"Daphne will be furious if she finds out." She whispered, as if trying to come up with an excuse.

It really was a dumb excuse, especially since she actually planned to be Harry Potter's Mistress if Daphne managed to get back with him. That also wasn't mentioning how she herself wanted nothing more than to be in a relationship with Harry Potter.

"If she really wants to be with me, then she'll have to accept it." Harry stated. "Now then, how about you startsucking my cock."

She bit her lip at his blunt words, shakily nodding her head as she fell to her knees. She hadn't done this before, but knew enough from her muggle friends and magazines she had read over the years to know what to do.

She reached up and pulled his underwear down, and his hughmungus shaft flopped down and directly onto her face. It wasn't fully hard,yet,but it still stretched all the way from her chin to her hairline, covering her eyes so she couldn't quite see around it.

"It's way bigger than I thought it would be." Davis stared cross-eyed at his humongous shaft.

Most girls would have run in her position. They would have crumbled, fled, or even screamed at the situation she was in. If it wasn't Harry Potter's clear forwardness that would have scared them off, then his massive cock surely would have caused them panic. But Tracey Davis had spent years being bullied, manipulated, and abused in Slytherin, and as a result she was tougher than most girls.

There was the urge in the back of her mind telling her to flee, to run away from the situation in front of her. But another urge was stronger, the Slytherin ambition that was hidden deep down finally showed itself after so long, telling her thatthiswas what she had been looking .

For years she had searched for opportunity, the chance to prove herself and get out of the dead-end life she found herself in. And now the chance had finally presented itself, a way out, and a way to live her life as she finally wanted I really about to let this all go?

No!She reached back and tied her hair into a ponytail as she stared with renewed resolve at Harry's massive cock. Tracey decided that she would do whatever it took to get Harry's attention, to earn his trust and if she had to give him a blowjob to do so, then she was going to make him see God while doing it.

She began her plan in the same abandoned classroom she had visited for years, using it for spell practice and studying, but now it would serve a different role. The room came with a fantastic view of the Hogwarts grounds, something she liked, and was spacious enough to enact her plan.

A flick of the wrist, and her wand was in her hand, allowing her to begin casting. Daphne first changed the floor, transfiguring the nearby ruined rug into something more comfortable to stand on. The walls came after that, as she conjured red curtains around the room, styling them in Gryffindor red.

The hardest part of all came after that, and it took her more than a few tries to get the conjured bed right. She used transfigured desks from around the room for it, and had to transfigure the sheets independently. After that came the mirror, chairs, and candles needed to prepare for her guest.

Daphne then made ready for the final preparations, as she hesitantly opened her trunk, and looked in at the custom outfit her mother had ordered her over the summer. It was an outfit she didn't think she'd wear till her wedding night, and she made her way over to the mirror before putting it on.

She had to remove her robes in order to do so, finding that each piece of erotic clothing fit perfectly over her Harry will enjoy seeing me in this.

GLURK GLURK GLURK

Harry threw his head back and groaned, as Davis continued to bathe his shaft in copious amounts of saliva. He looked down at her, finding the brunette staring back at him as she continued to slobber and suck on his cock.

With a loud pop his cock left her mouth, and she smiled wickedly up at him. "Does that feel good, darling?"

The brunette witch was giving him the sloppiest blowjob possible, slobbering of his shaft as his pre-cum mixed with her saliva to pour out of her mouth like a waterfall and onto her clothed breasts. She seemed to very much enjoy it, smiling as she sucked him off and making overindulgent slurping noises.

"Oh, you got my shirt all wet." Tracey pouted, looking down at her soaked shirt and unbuttoning the top of it.

She was putting on a show, one Harry quite liked watching, as he stared down at her newly-exposed soaked cleavage. Two perfectly tanned large breasts sat inside a black bra, and he felt his shaft twitch violently at the sight. He was on a hair-trigger, his cock ready to explode at any moment, but Davis seemed to have a special ability to draw out his lust.

The girl had been sucking him off for close to half an hour at this point, stopping intermittently when she seemed to sense he was close to release. Each time she would pull away, and gently let his cock soften before diving back in.

Just like before, she moved back in, ready to get him as close as possible to his next ejaculation again, but she did something differently this time. Davis grabbed his huge shaft with both hands, jerking it while pointing it at her mouth while holding his cockhead it over her cleavage.

"You're going to cum, aren't you?" Tracey breathed, sounding as if the thought of him cumming was beyond exciting. "Cum on me, Potter! Cover me and my breasts in your powerful wizard cum! Do it!"

Yes!With a harsh manly groan he let himself go, allowing his release to splatter over her. Her hands jerked it out, and Tracey gasped as his first big wad of cum landed and completely covered the top of her right breast. The second shot blasting into her open mouth, another on her chin, and the next landed in the crack between her breasts.

When it finally ended, he looked down at the cum-covered brunette witch. "Merlin."

"Y-You said it." Tracey muttered, looking down at her cum-soaked upper body. "I knew you were powerful, but this is insane."

"Y-Yeah." Harry replied.

A sudden white glint got his attention, as out of the corner of his eye a paper airplane slowly soared towards them. He reached out and grabbed it, and it opened on its own to reveal a note.

"That must be from Daphne." Davis said from below, glancing at the note.

"Daphne?" He asked, the events from that day coming , right, Daphne is the girl you went on the terrible date with… I guess Davis did her job a bit too well to forget about that.

"You'll still agree to meet with her, right?" Davis asked hesitantly. "I mean, I did suck your cock for you to forgive her."

He couldn't help but feel guilty about that."Yes, I'll meet with her."

She lit the last of many candles that she had conjured with her wand before placing it aside.

It was a witch's job to pleasure her wizard, to serve them and take care of their needs. At least, that was what Daphne's Mother had taught her growing up, knowing that one day her daughter would wed a strong and virile wizard and go on to be the Lady of her household. And Harry Potter would be that future husband.

She wore a beautiful white set of lingerie, custom made to fit her beautiful buxom form. A white lace bra covered her large, round, perky teardrop breasts, with matching white panties to go with it. A garter belt reached over her child-bearing hips to hold up stockings which covered her thick thighs and ran right underneath her big round arse.

It was an outfit made for a real woman to wear on her wedding night, something that only her husband should see her wearing. And Daphne Greengrass wore it in preparation for Harry Potter to take her.

The door to the abandoned room she had chosen opened ominously, and the first thing she saw in the darkness was his glowing green eyes. It sent shivers down her spine and to her core, simply having such a powerful wizard staring at her.

"I would like to apologize." She swallowed away any doubts, filling herself with resolve. "I treated you terribly on our date, and it is my responsibility to make up for it. I want our relationship to work out, for us to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and eventually, for us to one day be husband and wife. To do this, to make you happy, I am willing to doanything."

She finished her speech passionately, but still waited with her heart beating loudly for his response. She could feel gaze on her, the way his eyes raked over scandalous form, and especially the way her body reacted to wanted him. And she knew that he wanted her too.

He moved in closer, his soft footsteps sounding like thunder with each step. When he was close enough he moved in, and she found her lips on his own as he devoured me. Please make me yours.

"I need to tell you something before we do this." Potter said as they embraced, sounding oddly serious. "I'm starting a coven."

She stared at him wide-eyed and shocked. "That's… incredible."

"Yeah." He rubbed his neck in semi-embarrassment. "My plan is to find witches to join, and eventually get strong enough to defeat Voldemort. So I just wanted to tell you before we… you know."

Daphne jumped up and kissed him, heatedly doing so, and they both pulled away breathless. "Now I'm even more excited."

"You are?" Harry asked, feeling odd. "Even though I'll be… seeing other girls"

"Of course." Daphne replied. "It's an honor to join your coven, Harry. And it benefits me to know you are not opposed to being in a relationship with other witches. Tracey, my sister, and maybe even my mother would be great additions to your coven."

Harry stared at her for what felt like a long time, before he let out a laugh. "And here I thought this would be what ended our relationship."

"Hardly." Daphne snorted, before she looked at him in a seemingly new light. "Harry… Do you understand your position? How most Witches view you?"

"You mean how everyone seems to hate my guts?" Harry asked meekly.

He thought of all the glares he seemed to get, how Umbridge hated him, and how the Prophet and the Ministry was after him. That wasn't mentioning the whole mess with Voldemort, and how it felt like the whole world was against him.

Daphne giggled, something that made him raise his 's so pretty when she laughs."Sorry. While that might be true now, the truth is that any witch would be lucky to get with you. The position of Lady Potter is coveted, and most girls can only dream about getting to be your wife."

"Seriously?" He asked increduesly.

"Yes." Daphne nodded. "That's why I'm sort of glad we're taking about this now. Most women who you could marry would be worried about you cheating, seeing other witches behind their back. Because you already having plans for a coven, it eliminates the risks for affairs and ruined relationships."

"That's an odd justification." Harry remarked.

"I guess." Daphne shrugged, before looking at him with a look that made him gulp. "You know, I didn't wear this outfit just so we could sit around and talk."

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There was something different about being in a relationship with such a beautiful witch. Daphne wasn't like Pansy, the girl he used as his booty call whenever his balls felt too full or when he wanted information from inside Slytherin House. His new…girlfriendwas hotter, ten times more beautiful, and carried just the right amount of beauty mixed with a silver tongue to make her so desirable.

The girl was a shark, equipped with a nasty streak a mile wide (which he had seen on their date), and was one of the most gifted witches he had ever met. Both of those things granted her independence, a special privilege within the school's population that left her untouched but wanted by every boy. But no boys would dare ask out a girl so dangerous, especially when doing so could result in them being hexed to hell and back. And Slytherin's Ice Queen had a track record of ruining boys who dared to ask her out.

And now she was his girlfriend. His super-hot Slytherin knew the school population, and even the papers, would have fun with that one. He was sure that Skeeter would be slobbering over the story, and expected to see a salacious article about the two of them very soon.

But that would come later, he decided, as Harry looked over Daphne Greengrass's naked buxom form laying beneath him on her hands and knees. It was a symbol of her submission, of what she was willing to do in order to get back in a relationship with him.

He looked down at her, eyeing the way her blonde hair led down like a waterfall, pointing straight to her big round bubbly sure has a nice arse.

SMACK

"Oh!" Daphne moaned, but didn't flinch, even as the impact of his palm upon her arse left it submissive.

Her special set of sexy lingerie had not lasted long once they got into it, as Harry had ripped it to shreds in his mission to claim her. The blonde witch had been left reeling in his lustful onslaught, and that was how she ended up ready to have doggy-style sex with him so quickly.

His cock was already out of his trousers and erect, ready to fuck Daphne Greengrass and fill her with his seed. Harry smirked and pressed the head of his shaft against her labia lips, spreading them slowly as he readied himself.

Daphne looked back at him suddenly, her eyes wide as she stared over her shoulder at his massive cock. She was taller than Pansy, and also had a big bubble butt, but his huge shaft really did put things into was hung, even she could recognize that."Y-You're really big, I don't know if it'll fit."

"And what if it doesn't?" Harry asked in return. He was ready to fuck her, and his shaft was twitching in anticipation. He didn't exactly care whether she was hesitant or not, as he had already decided to seed Daphne Greengrass before the night was over.

Daphne swallowed before gritting her teeth, a new resolve entering her gaze. "I'll make it fit."

"Good."

SMACK

Her gave her bum another spank for good measure, and pushed his shaft in. It immediately felt tight and hot, like a warm inviting home at the beach, and Harry decided then and there he would be fucking Daphne Greengrass more from now on.

Meanwhile, the blonde witch inhaled sharply. Panting and moaning as she felt Harry's massive cock fill her to the absolute brim. "Shit you're big!"

SMACK

"S-Sorry!" She blushed, but the Slytherin witch strangely liked how dominant he was.

You'll be taking this huge cock for the rest of your felt faint at the thought, and somewhat hot. Even though some girls might view it as a bad thing, Daphne viewed things differently, viewing the big cock as a fun challenge more than anything. Her future husband being so hung was a gift, something she was sure would bring her happiness when he pounded her.

She finally felt Harry's thighs collide with her big bum, and moaned loudly as he bottomed out in her. He didn't waste a moment, immediately pulling back and slamming back into her in a way that made her see stars. And then he did so again.T-This is insane!

Harry groaned deeply in satisfaction as he pounded her, feeling better than ever before. Daphne Greengrass was beautiful, smart, a Slytherin,and she was his.

He pumped his shaft in and out of her, his thighs colliding with her curvy arse with each thrust. The rhythmic pounding of flesh filled the room, as Harry watched as her arse rippled and bounced. He enjoyed watching her body too, even if he could only see her back, the waves of her beautiful blonde hair along with her attractive back was one of the finest things he had ever seen.

With a sudden movement he flipped her around, causing Daphne to gasp as she found herself suddenly facing her lover. Harry meanwhile stared into the blonde beauty in front of him, her cheeks red from lust as her blue eyes stared at him framed by beautiful golden blonde locks.

"You're beautiful." Harry breathed.

Daphne blushed harder, biting her lip at his compliment. Even in the midst of hot, passionate, rough sex, he managed to touch her heart with his words. "T-Thanks."

He let out a small laugh, looking down to her big round perfect breasts. He had yet to examine her large mammaries, but he did now. They were big, not overly huge to the point of being obnoxious, but enough that anyone could tell Daphne Greengrass had big tits no matter what she wore.

Her breasts were akin to large teardrops in shape, unnaturally perky and sticking straight out. They were large enough to overflow his hand, being big and juicy, and Harry could only wonder how she had such good tits.

"You have nice tits."

Daphne let out an amused snort, even while impaled on his cock. "I got them from my mother. Good breeding in the Greengrass family leads to witches with big breasts."

"Huh, that's interesting." Harry replied, now wanting to meet Daphne's mother.

His right hand moved up, and he grasped her right breast. The first thing he noticed was how soft it was, and then how his palm sunk into the juicy flesh. He was enraptured by the erotic sight, and it was only Daphne's moan that got his attention.

"Fuck Potter, that feels good." She breathed, looking up as she panted.

"Harry." He correct.

She looked at him then, a strange intimacy in the moment as they met each others gazes while he held her boob. "Harry."

He looked down, and brought his other hand to grasp the other boob. Now he held both of her boobs, and Daphne moaned and breathed heavily as he massaged them.

"I'm going to enjoy playing with these." He noted.

"T-Their yours." Daphne breathlessly replied. "My body belongs to you."

He moved in quickly then, live a viper, sucking on her right tit as his tongue made contact with it. Not knowing what came over him in that moment, his next word came out in parseltongue. "Mine."

Daphne screamed, her body shaving in rapture as her core squeezed and milked his shaft.

"AAAAAGGGHH! haRRRY!" She squealed, shaking as her hands grasped his hair and dug into his scalp.

He began fucking her then, moving his hands to her waist as he hoisted her up and down his huge dong. His massive cock pounded into her, as it was the entire weight of her body that slammed down on his cock. With a glance down he could see the impressive outline his huge cock made, the bulge in her lower stomach as he continually thrusted into the beautiful blonde.

"Harry! Harry! Harry! OOH!HARRY!" Daphne continually chanted, before another orgasm overcame her.

He could feel his own release getting closer, and knew that if he wanted to bring her into the coven it would have to be soon. Only during his own release when he seeded a woman could he claim her, as Harry picked up the thrusts.

Daphne became a sweaty, panting, moaning mess in front of him as he focused on his own release. The girl rested a hand on his chest, her big heaving tits jumping but not sagging in front of him as he fucked her. It was a beautiful sight, and her beauty along with the sounds she made egged on his release.

With a manly groan he slammed her down for one final thrust, releasing his seed deep into her and filling the blonde witch to the brim with his cum.

"S-So good~M-More!" Daphne moaned, almost out of it.

He moved his wand to her groin, right by her sex, and hissed the spell in parseltongue to bring her into his coven. Daphne gasped as he branded her as his own, a lightning scar like his own appearing next to her sex. It was painless, and left him feeling more powerful than ever.

He could feel her magic then, but not only just that, but the power of her very soul. It was insanely intimate, allowing them both to share magic between each is it. She was now part of his coven.

"Mine."

Cho Chang had messed up.

When she heard about Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass's newfound relationship, she had gone nearly into a state of shock. It was the thought of never being with the boy she liked that terrified her, especially if the witch he was with wasDaphne Greengrass.

The Slytherin witch in question was strong and cunning, and there was no doubt in Cho's mind that the girl wouldn't let a prize like Harry Potter escape her grasp. She wanted to tell herself that the girl had ensnared Harry, with either a love potion or with her buxom body, but Cho wasn't dumb enough to believe that, even if other girls did.

Harry was famous and powerful enough that his wife would have to be on his level, and Daphne Greengrass certainly had enough status to qualify. The Greengrass fortune was immense, paired with the girl's own academic and magical abilities, meaning that the Greengrass heiress would be a great match for someone like Harry her.

Harry was a powerful wizard with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he didn't need some weepy, emotional girl clinging to him. She had embarrassed herself the other day, having dumped her emotions on Harry and cried in his strong arms. And he had given her the emotional support she needed, something no one else could give her, and since that moment Cho had decided something.

She wanted to be with him.

She wanted to be Harrry's wife,his Mistress,or whatever other role he desired her to serve, as long as she got to be with him. But being with Harry at this point meant getting along with Greengrass, someone notoriously snobby who wouldn't letCedric's widowof all people near her wizard.

There was the hope of what Malfoy had told everyone being true, and that Daphne and Harry really had a terrible date together, but she was sure those were just lies. To think Greengrass had broken up with Harry in some Hogsmeade back-alley arguement after a terrible first date was a poor lie. Everyone knew Malfoy had it out for Harry, and every word that came out of the ferret's mouth was garbage.

But that still left the question,what does she do now?

Approaching Greengrass wasn't feasible at the moment, especially with every eye in the school on the girl, and neither was trying to steal Harry from her. Cho knew she was beautiful, but she definitely wasn't beautiful enough to beat out Greengrass in the looks department.

A thought struck her then, an event in Hogsmeade she had heard in a passing conversation that provided her the opportunity to get closer to Harry. Granger was organizing a Defense Against the Dark Arts club of all things,from what Cho had heard, at least,and there was no doubt Harry would be part of it.

She sat up straighter, feeling motivated at the small opportunity this gave her. Cho deduced she would attend the Hogsmeade meeting, get closer to Harry (or even Greengrass) and worm her way in from there.

Hermoine Granger stared long and hard out the window from inside the Gryffindor dorm.

No matter how much she tried to forget it, the imagine of her best friend withthat witchwouldn't go away. Every time she closed her eyes or opened a book she would image of Harry with that blonde bimbo in Hogsmeade simply couldn't be forgotten.

Everyone had seen it, Daphne Greengrass handing off Harry's arm in Hogsmeade as they enjoyed their date together. Hermoine would have normally gone into a rage at seeing the Ice Queen with her best would have stormed over and given Harry a piece of her mind, and ran that girl off!

But Hermoine didn't do she had become paralyzed, unable to look away as the gorgeous blonde witch whispered sweet nothings to her best friend. It had hurt her, the mere thought of Harry with that woman, and it went far deeper than simple jealousy.

Hermoine always considered Harry a potential partner, whether that be a boyfriend or future husband. She knew that no matter who Harry dated, she would always be able to intervene and get with her best friend. But Daphne Greengrass put all of that into jeopardy, as Hermoine knew there was no way she could stop the two's relationship.

Daphne Greengrass was more beautiful than her. Daphne Greengrass dressed better than her. Daphne Greengrass was pureblood compared to her. Daphne Greengrass had more wealth than her. And Daphne Greengrass was just as smart as her.

It was the last one that stung. As much time as Hermoine spent in the library studying, doing homework, or asking questions in class, Daphne Greengrass put in less than half the work she did but scored just as good. She was the one girl in the school Hermoineknewshe couldn't she just so happened to be Harry's lover.

Hermoine buried her face in her hands.

"Hermoine? Are you okay?"

She looked up from her seat, to see Ron staring at her strangely. Her mouth opened to tell him everything was alright, but she changed her mind. "No, Ron, I'm worried about Harry."

"Harry? What's he done now?"

Hermoine felt like someone hit her upside the Ron not know?"He's dating Daphne Greengrass."

Her voice came out monotone, almost a drawl, and Ron shrugged casually. "Oh yeah, her. I know she's a Slytherin and everything, but it will all work out. Good for him!"

"What?!" She nearly hissed. "B-But Harry can't be with her!"

"Why not? She's hot." Ron said casually.

Nowthatwas unacceptable.

"Ron!" Hermoine hissed, her thoughts about Harry's love life suddenly vanishing. "You don't just say that!"

Ron's eyes widened in horror, hastily moving as if to get up.

"Sit down!" She ordered sharply, and the redhead stopped moving instantly. "Now listen here-"

Susan Bones stared at the same page of the book in front of her for what felt like hours, finding that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't make sense of any of the words in it. The same thought for some reason wouldn't leave her head, something that the rest of the school was talking about excitedly.

Harry Potter was dating Daphne Greengrass.

It was a suprise to be sure, one that her best friend, Hannah Abbott, had spent hours on end gossiping to her dismay.

Although Potter might be going through a rough stretch, the fact that he was the Boy-Who-Lived would carry him for the rest of his life. The infamous Potter family wealth, his influence in the Wizengamot, and the sheer amount of prestige that would come with the position of Lady Potter made any girl dream of being his wife.

It was something the Minister, and especially Umbridge, seemed to have forgotten as they slandered and slighted Potter to hell and back. But it seemed that as Potter had been low, while everyone had dismissed him and counted him out, the viper of Slytherin had taken her shot.

DaphnefuckingGreengrass. Susan felt herself invulnerability snarl at the girl's name, cursing herself for her stupidity. The Ice Queen had clearly, in her mind at least, seen Potter at his most vulnerable and struck, wrapping him around her finger and probably had a Marriage Contract ready to be signed.

The Slytherin Ice Queen's actions had sent waves of panic and horror through the female population of the school, as everyone seemed to realize what was position of Lady Potter? honor of being Harry Potter's Girlfriend? with the Boy-Who-Lived?No chance.

Where did that last thought come from?Susan shook her head, and went back to glaring at her book.

And now, when Potter walked through the halls, girls no longer sneered or glared at him, instead flashing smiles or arching their backs and sticking out their assets to get his attention. They all acted like sluts, desperate to get his attention and to save him from the manipulative Ice Queen. Not that she could blame them, as most girls would give up their dignity if it meant spending a day as Lady Potter.

Would I make a good Lady Potter?Susan bit her lip at the thought.

She imagined Harry holding her, his hands gripping her wide hips as her big breasts bounced in front of his face. He would thoroughly enjoy her body, sucking and fondling her heavy tits as he took her-Susan felt her breathing getting heavy, desperately trying to not think ofHarry Potter and his beautiful green eyes and how big-

"Susan?"

"Eep! Hannah!" Susan squeaked, jumping in suprise as she turned in her chair to face her best friend. "What is it?"

"I just wanted to let you know I got approached by Granger, and she invited us to a meeting." Her best friend said, sitting down next to her. "It's taking place Saturday, at the Hog's Head."

"The Hog's Head?" Susan frowned as she recalled the crummy establishment. "Why? What's the meeting for?"

Hannah leaned in. "She said it was about Umbridge, as well as what to do about Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Susan winced, feeling all the negative and horrible thoughts in her mind come forward about Umbridge. She suddenly realized something, that where Granger happened to be, Harry Potter always seemed to be nearby. "Will Potter be there?"

Hannah snickered. "I asked her that, Granger scowled and muttered something about everyone asking that."

"And?"

"He'll be there." Hannah smiled knowingly. "Why do you ask? Hoping to see if he's still dating Greengrass?"

"No! No reason at all!" Susan hurriedly answered before returning to her book, all the while ignoring Hannah's knowing smirk.

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"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 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, andverydesirable 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 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 would be himself, his beautiful girls, and just the open ocean to keep them 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 '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 , 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 andout 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 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 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 was every bit of the wordblonde 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 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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"Now I think it's time we pick a name." Hermoine began from her spot at the front, a large piece of parchment in front of her as she wrote on it with a quill. She looked up, her eyes scanning the room questioningly. "Any ideas?"

"Maybe something like the 'Defense League'?" suggested Dean Thomas from the back, his voice barely carrying over the chatter.

"That sounds like a Quidditch team." Seamus muttered, earning a few laughs from the Gryffindors nearby.

Cho Chang, seated near the front, raised her hand thoughtfully. "We should make sure it's something that won't immediately make Umbridge suspicious if she hears about it."

"That's exactly it." Hermione agreed with a nod, scanning the room. "We need something subtle. Something that won't screamwe're rebellingbut still captures what we're doing."

Neville nodded, his voice quiet but his cheeks red. "It's got to be about defense, though. That's why we're here."

A few students murmured in agreement, but the room fell silent for a moment as people thought it over.

"I still think we should call it something that lets people know we're serious." Ron added. "We're not just messing around, we're preparing to fight back."

Zacharias Smith rolled his eyes. "Fight back against what, Weasley? We're just learning defense, not starting a revolution."

Ron bristled, and Harry noticed Daphne roll her eyes from across the table.I should probably tone things down.

"We're not here to fight anyone." Harry said, his voice calm but firm. "But we are here because we need to learn how to defend ourselves and to pass our OWL exams. That's the point. We're not getting that in Umbridge's class."

The room buzzed with murmurs of agreement. It was clear everyone was fed up with the Ministry's interference, but the risk of outright rebellion was too great to speak of openly.

"So, what do we call ourselves then?" Parvati Patil asked, leaning forward on her elbows. "Something withdefense? definitely. That's the whole point."

Several heads nodded, and Harry could see they were all waiting for someone to come to an eventual decision on what to do. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to think up an answer as he sat there. He didn't want anything too bold or obvious, and certainly nothing that would land them in more trouble if Umbridge found out.

"Dumbledore's Army" had been tossed around some, mostly as a joke, but even Hermione had agreed it was too risky. Using Dumbledore's name would draw way too much attention, and besides, they didn't want to make it seem like they were rallying under the headmaster's banner.

But Harry liked the idea of something subtle—something that wouldn't give them away if they talked about it in public.

"What if we stuck with the initialsD.A.?" Harry suggested, his voice cutting through the low buzz of conversation. "But we call it something different. Something that doesn't immediately screamrebellionbut still gets the point across."

Hermione looked thoughtful. "Like what?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't know… something likeDefense Administration. It's vague enough that if Umbridge or someone else hears about it, it won't sound too suspicious."

Ron blinked. "Defense Administration? Sounds like a boring Ministry department."

"That's the point," Harry said with a grin. "It's boring on purpose. No one would suspect it's a group of students learning how to fight back."

The room was quiet for a moment as the others mulled it over. Slowly, heads began to nod.

"I like it." Neville said, his voice firm. "It sounds official, but not dangerous."

Tracey Davis, who had been sitting quietly near him, chimed in, looking amused. "It's clever, people hear Defense Administration, and they think we're filing paperwork or something."

Seamus snickered. "Yeah, it's so dull, even Umbridge wouldn't look twice."

Hestia Carrow, sitting beside him, grinned. "And we still get to call ourselves the D.A., that's what matters."

Hermione smiled, clearly pleased that the group had reached a decision as she wrong on her parchment. "It's subtle, but it's perfect. Now I'd like for everyone to line up and write their name down here so we know who agreed to sign up."

The rumbling of chairs sounded as everyone got up and formed a line through the pub. Harry followed, standing behind the Carrow twins and Tracey. He was towards the back of the pub, being close to last in line, knowing that it didn't really matter if he put his name down or not.

Daphne suddenly grabbed him when no one was looking, pulling him close and whispered in his ear. "Do you want to have sex with Susan Bones?"

"What?" Harry asked, wondering if he misheard her.

"Susan Bones." Daphne repeated, staring at him. "Would you like to fuck her?"

A million jumbled thoughts ran through his mind, all surrounding the strange situation he found himself busty redhead that so many boys lusted after, and apparently he was being asked if he would have sex with her.

In the end, the answer was simple. "Yes."

"Good." Daphne preened, looking satisfied. "After the meeting has ended, head down the road to the inn up the hill from here, and you'll find us waiting in the best room they have."

She went off to stand in line, while he simply stood like an idiot and processed what just happened. Finally he shook his reservations off, and soon realized that the line had moved and he was standing in the middle of the pub like an idiot.

"Harry?"

A familiar voice got his attention from the side, and he turned to face Cho Chang as she timidly approached him.

"I need to speak to you." She said, glancing at the group on the other side of the pub. "Please."

"Now isn't the best time." Harry answered, knowing Susan was waiting for him.I'm going to fuck Susan Bones!

Cho instead grabbed him, pulling him by his arm into a nearby storage room in the pub. She locked the door behind them, before turning around in order to stare at him strangely. "I need to speak to you."

"What is it?" He asked.

"It-It's that Greengrass girl, is she-" She began, but Harry moved as she spoke.

He knew what she was doing, that she was trying to get to away from Daphne. It was something a few girls had already tried to do, and the lasting thing he wanted was to listen to Cho as she told him to stay away from Daphne.

"W-Wait!" She panicked as he began leaving. "I want to be with you!"

Thatstopped him in his tracks. "What?"

"I want to be with you!" Cho exclaimed. "I shouldn't have gone to the ball with Cedric, and I should have gone with you! I want to be with you, for you to love me and us to be together!"

He had always viewed Cho Chang as beautiful, being tall with a fit body, with the best feature being her big, perky, fit arse. The Asian girl had small breasts, or at least small in comparison to what he was used to, being a bit smaller than a handful. But it was the mature, exotic look of the Asian girl that attracted him to her.

He had watched her too many times in the Great Hall, and been distracted by her beauty during quidditch matches a handful of times as well. That was why he had asked her to the ball last year, something she declined and was clearly regretful over. And now he had the chance to be with her again, but Harry didn't want to leave Daphne as it seemed she was suggesting.

"I'm not leaving Daphne." Harry said, getting ready to leave the storage room. "If that's what you want, you can forget it."

"P-Please!" She begged. "I'll do anything! I'll show you my tits and suck your dick! I'll even be your whore if you let me be with you! I-I don't mind sharing you if that's what it takes!"

If she agrees to share me, then perhaps she can join my coven?A sudden dark change seemed to go through Harry at that moment, one that made him stand taller and made Cho Chang gulp. He approached her in that storage room, getting close enough she could feel his breath against her face.

The next words were a question, but almost sounded like a demand. "You'll be fine with sharing me?"

Cho swallowed thickly. "Y-Yes."

"Then turn around and bend over."

Cho shivered at his command, wondering just how Harry Potter became so dominant. She followed his orders, turning around and facing away from him, before bending over a large wooden barrel of butterbeer. Her arse was out and facing him, with only the back skirt she wore concealing it. It was a nice fit arse, formed from years of Quidditch, and made up of two perfectly round fit cheeks that stuck out like a shelf.

And Harry rested two rough, coarse hands on those cheeks, gripping her arse tightly. Cho breathed heavily at his he going to fuck me?

She imagined Harry pounding her in that storage room, ripping off her skirt as he pummeled the shit out of her with his beefy cock. Her eyes widened, and she felt a pool of arousal leave her core. She was a squirter, and it squirted back and on to Harry's clothes.

"You got my trousers dirty, whore."

The rebuke was brutal, and Cho gasped. She wasn't mad, quite the opposite,as she loved how he degraded her."S-Sorry!"

Harry moved then, and she felt his tight grip as he squeezed her cheeks. And then she felt his breath against her sex, and then wetness, as his tongue touched and then entered her core.

"S-Soo good~" Cho moaned, breathing and panting heavily as he ate her out. She had not expected him to do that, and felt her admiration of Harry grow because of how he treated her. It said a lot that he didn't make her suck his dick immediately,even though she wanted to,and instead prioritized her own pleasure first.

His tongue was better than anything Cho had ever felt, so good that it-

HISSS

"AAAAGGGHHH!" Cho hollared, screaming in pure ecstasy.

Her core was on fire, her cervix a raging inferno as her labia quivered in pure pleasure. She could feel herself wetter than ever, squirting like a firehose as she came and came. All the while Harry enjoyed himself, lapping up her arousal and swallowing it like some he had conquered her so damn easily.

"SSHHIIITTT!" Cho breathed harshly as she desperately tried to recover. Her legs were shaking under her, her eyes fluttering, as her poor pussy still felt like it was on fire. "W-What was that?"

"Parseltongue." Harry answered simply. "I have to get going now. See you later, Cho."

"O-Ok." Cho replied awkwardly, still haphazardly knelt over that wooden barrel for support. In truth she expected their session to last longer in that room, and for him to even fuck her. But in reality she was at her limit, her body feeling overstimulated by it's good that we stop here, I don't think I can take much more."W-Well do this again, H-Harry."

He nodded and left, leaving the Asian Ravenclaw to clean up her mess.

"Are you ready for this?" The blonde Slytherin whispered in her ear. "Are you ready for Harry to take you?"

They were in one of the more luxurious inns within Hogsmeade, having reserved the best room on the top floor for their rendezvous. A large room with an ornate carpet, fireplace, and a view over the village that came with it, along with the huge bed Susan and Daphne Greengrass sat on.

The beautiful blonde held her buxom form, groping one of Susan's large tits and giving it a squeeze, prompting a pitiful gasp from her.

"Y-Yes!" Susan squeaked.

"Good." Greengrass stated. "He'll be here soon."

As if on queue, the door to their room opened, and a male form with glowing green eyes entered. Susan met those green eyes with her own, and found herself enraptured in Harry Potter's gaze.

It was probably Harry's most attractive attribute, being the beautiful pair of emerald green eyes that almost seemed to glow. Most girls liked them because of how pretty they were, almost like two glistening emeralds that belonged in a high-class wizarding family. Others said Harry's gaze was powerful and commanding, and that his gaze seemed to glow with power.

Susan agreed with the latter, as Potter seemed to freeze her entire body with his stare alone. It was as if he was a powerful wizard (which he was), so powerful that his magic alone made his eyes glow with sheer power. It added to her own feelings about Harry, and the ways she wanted him to have power over her.

He moved across the room and towards them, letting his coat fall off his back and onto the floor. Each stride he made caused her anticipation to rise, and each footfall made her heart race.

Harry's eyes examined her, as if checking for any imperfections, before looking to Greengrass. "Is she ready?"

Daphne bit her lip at his question. "Yes, sir."

"Good." Harry stated, but his voice sounded more like a growl to her ears. It made her wet, and if anything made her want to be even more submissive.

He moved in even closer, examining her even closer, and Susan knew what was about to happen. She examined Harry's own features then, admiring how handsome he was, as well as the strange white spot next to his nose…

"Hey, um… what is that next to your nose?" Susan asked hesitantly.

He wiped his nose, and stared at the strange liquid he wiped off his face. "Oh, it's Cho."

The world seemed to stop in that moment, and even Greengrass seemed surprised. She imagined the things Harry did to Cho while sitting there in shock, likely having reduced the girl to a moaning mess before making his way the Asian Ravenclaw reduced to merely a drop of cum?

C-Could Harry not make it here without release?She imagined Potter taking Cho Chang aside and absolute destroying the poor girl as he made his way across the must have an insane limbo to need sex so frequently, and it was as exhilarating a thought as it was terrifying.

"C-Cho?!" Susan squeaked.

"Yes." Harry nodded, as if talking about the weather. "We had some fun before I came here, but how about you get on your knees for now."

She bit her lip at his command, moving off the bed and getting on her knees as if his very words were laced with magic. He didn't even yell or anything, but he was just that dominant in the bedroom.

Susan sat like the proper pureblood lady she had been raised to be, hands on her lap and shoulders square as Potter unzipped his trousers. Everything onwards from there rendered her speechless, her mouth agape and eyes wide as she stared at the sight in front of her.

His massive cock erupted from his trousers, springing up towards the sky before being falling down and leveling under its own weight. Susan was sure it was longer than a foot, and as thick as Harry's biceps. An angry red head sat at the front of it like a battering ram, staring her down as she struggled not to panic at his sheer size.

There's no way that will fit inside of me!Susan internally cried out, feeling hot at the thought of Harry forcefully pushing that thing into her.H-How can a cock be this big?

"He's big, isn't he, Susan?" Greengrass asked from the side, as she continued to stare at Harry's shaft as if in a trance. "Are you ready to take it?"

"No." Harry said, but his voice sounded like a deep rumble to her, sending vibrations through her body and straight to her core. "We're not going that far today."

Susan couldn't help but internally sigh at that, feeling relieved that she wouldn't have to have sex with such a big cock just yet. But she also felt dissapointed,did Harry not want her?

"I see." Greengrass smirked from the side. "A blowjob to start off? Susan will be your good littleGluck Gluck Girl?Isn't that right?"

Susan blushed at her crassness, never imagining Greengrass would ever say something so lewd.

Harry snorted, his large hand wrapping around his shaft yet his fingers being unable to wrap all the way around it. Susan couldn't help but fell a small amount of wetness leak from her core at the sight.

"We'll be doing something else today." Harry stated. "Susan, all you have to do is not cum."

"W-What?"

"You heard me." Harry said simply. "Just don't cum."

She was already hot and bothered, and was sure that just the head of Harry's huge shaft would give her the best orgasm of her life. His strange command made sense when his hand ran up and down his cock, giving it a huge jerk, and she bit her lip at the sight.

He was going to make her cum only by jerking himself off.

His hand moved passionately up and down the massive dong, each jerk making it quiver and jerk as it seemed to grow in size. Even worse, Susan could feel her own core heating up in rhythm with his movements.

"D-Do you want me to help?" Greengrass asked from the side, staring at the sight as if enraptured. Susan couldn't blame her, as she struggled to look away too.

"No." Harry let out a groan of pleasure in tandem with his movements. "I just want you to watch as I cover Susan in my huge load."

Greengrass gasped from the side, and Susan inhaled sharply as she felt a sting of pleasure through her ! Harry said not to cum!

"F-Fuck!" Susan grit her teeth, sweating under the sheer pleasure she containing.

"Show me those big tits." Potter's ruthless command met her ears, and she instantly followed, nearly ripping her blouse as she exposed her bra-covered breasts.

Susan knew she had big tits, and that it was probably fuel for Harry's masturbation. His hand seemingly pumped faster, as she went full red in the face in embarrassment. But all it did was make her even more horny, more hot, to the point her poor pussy felt like it was on fire.

She could do this. She could do this. She could do mentally chanted, pacing her breathing as she refused to let her lust get the better of don't cum!

And that was the moment when everything stopped. Harry's hand stopped pumping his shaft, right as it jerked and seemingly grew even larger in size,and he came.

A huge, white liquid erupted from his shaft, covering her face in it's entirety. The next one went lower, covering the top of her left breast, and the one after that landed on her hair.

Susan's vision seemed to go white after that, and she couldn't help it as she came as well.

Her body shook, her vision blurring as she felt the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced course through her body.

When it was all over she was a cum-covered mess, only being able to see after she wiped the cum off her eyelashes.

"You came, didn't you?" Harry asked from his position over her. "I can see the wetness on your skirt."

He was humiliating her,and she was loving it."I-I did."

"I think you need to be punished for your actions." He stated darkly, and Susan felt herself get wet yet again.

"You should bugger her." Greengrass snarked from the side, looking over her cum-covered body with interest. "Fuck her arse before you take her virginity."

Harry's eyes narrowed, as if considering the thought, and Susan somehow felt even more humiliated if that was is so much fun!

"No." Harry decided after a while. "In fact, I'm not going to fuck you at all."

"What?!" Susan felt horrified by his decision. "N-No! Please!I'll do anything!"

"You'll already do anything for me." Potter stated, and she knew he was telling the truth. "Let's let our relationship develop, and maybe I'll wait till our wedding night to finally take you."

His words were a greater punishment than anything Susan could have imagined, as she stared up at Harry Potter with newfound horror.

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It wasn't hard for him to sneak into the Slytherin dorm. His Slytherin girlfriend had happily given him the password, and from there he simply slipped under his invisibility cloak before sneaking in.

He crept through the empty common room, the only light in the dorm being from the lit fireplace and torches. The view out into the Black Lake was nonexistent, and he had to guess that one would only be able to see anything at night during a full moon. From there he made his way up a nearby stairwell and into the girls wing of the dorms, and sighed in relief when he realized the different dorm rooms were numbered by year. The last thing he wanted to do was search each and every room for Pansy.

He eventually found the door numbered with a '5', and slipped right in. It was a large, circular room, with the bed spread out along the walls with their own vanity and bathroom. He spotted Pansy sitting in front of her own vanity, dressed in a tan nightgown, and he sat on the front of her bed.

Pansy eventually finished getting ready for the evening before slipping into her bed. She spelled the curtains shut, silencing them before putting her wand under her pillow.

Harry pulled the cloak off then, revealing himself to her. "Hello, Pansy."

She gasped in shock. "Master!"

Pansy was on him in an instant, peppering him with kisses as he felt her pert breasts pressed against him.

"Thank you for visiting me, Master." She hugged him tightly. "I thought you forgot about me."

"I would never." He gave her head a pat. "Tell me how things are going."

Pansy sniffed. "I've gotten closer with Malfoy, as you've suggested, and been able to earn his affection. Our relationship is becoming quite serious, and he's even started to involve his mother in things."

"His mother?" Harry frowned, vaguely remembering an attractive blonde witch he had seen before.

"Narcissa Malfoy." Pansy nodded. "She's quite well regarded in high society, and she's been sending me letters to get to know me more. It's fairly typical stuff, to be honest, but I can tell there is more to it than trying to get to know her future daughter-in-law."

"How so?"

"Narcissa is… testing me. It started with polite inquiries about my studies and my family's health. But then, the letters grew more probing. She's asking about my loyalties, Harry. She hinted that the Dark Lord has noticed certain families, and mine is among them."

"She's trying to recruit you." He realized. "She probably wants to know if you're willing to take the Mark."

He knew that Lucius was definitely one of Voldemort's Death Eaters, but never really thought about Malfoy's mum being one as well.

"It makes sense." Pansy voiced his own thoughts. "Narcissa is the sister of Bellatrix Lestrange, the Dark Lord's former right hand, so it would make sense for her to be a Death Eater as well. She's also formally a Black, meaning she probably knows a fair amount of dark magic."

He didn't immediately blurt out what he knew about House Black, with Sirius having told him a fair amount over the summer, but instead memorized what she said about Narcissa. He would look into that later, but for now he focused on the girl in front of him. "What else?"

Pansy suddenly looked like she swallowed a lemon. "Draco has also shown interest in Greengrass's younger sister… especially since you started dating Daphne."

Astoria remembered the bubbly brunette from Hogsmeade, and felt his ire grow at the thought of Malfoy dating her. "Do what you can to throw him off, I don't want him anywhere near Astoria."

Pansy nodded. "I'm working to keep him interested in me, but I wanted to warn you in case he does anything. That's really all I have for information at the moment."

"Good job." He rubbed her cheek, and the girl preened at his touch. "I want you to get closer to Draco's Mum, and see what you can learn from her."

Pansy nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "She's being subtle, but the message is clear. She believes I'm a suitable candidate for service to the Dark Lord, and she wants me to prove myself. I really doubt I can learn anything else without taking the mark."

"You can't become a Death Eater." He decided, feeling his gut twist uncomfortably. As tempting as it was to have Pansy embed herself in Voldemort's circle as a Death Eater, the risk was far too great. "It's too dangerous, Pansy. We'll find another way to get information if that's what it takes."

Pansy shook her head, her eyes fierce. "I'm not afraid, Harry. I'm in Slytherin, and I know how to play these games. If Narcissa thinks I'm one of them, it keeps me close to the ones who are plotting against us. I can help you!"

His eyes softened, though the worry didn't leave his face. "You're putting yourself at too much risk. If they find out you're loyal to me-"

"I know," Pansy interrupted, her voice firm. "But this is my choice. You have enough to worry about with the Dark Lord, Umbridge, and everything else. Let me do this for you."

The idea of someone sacrificing so much for him was difficult to accept. "I don't want you hurt because of me."

Pansy's expression softened, and for a moment, she looked very vulnerable. "I know, But you're worth it, Harry."

"Just promise me you'll be careful."

"Ok." She acquiesced, before looking apprehensive. "Can we, you know…"

It took him a moment to realize what she wanted. "You want me to fuck you?"

Pansy bit her lip and nodded, before turning around so her fat arse was facing him. It was a sign of her loyalty that she was so easily subservient to him, letting him take her as he pleased while she dated another wizard. Harry grinned before pushing up her nightgown. His cock hardened at the sight of her soaked lips, no doubt yearning for his cock after so long.

He smirked. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

"Yes." She gasped. "All I want is to be filled by your big cock!"

He lined up his massive shaft with her cunt before pushing in, not caring at all to lube it in order to soften the pain. Pansy gasped and moaned as he entered her, and he gave her arse a spank.

SMACK

"Ugh! O-Oh!" She moaned wildly, covering her mouth with a hand to stifle the noise.

He slammed his hips forward, pounding his thighs against her fat arse before pulling back and pushing in again. Pansy moaned wantonly, while he let a vindictive grin overtake his features. It gave him a perverse pleasure to fuck the shit out of the girl dating Malfoy, knowing that he could give her pleasure that Malfoy never could.I'm going to enjoy this.

She stared at the dozens of enchanted coins laid out in front of her, tucking an out of place hair back in as she let out a tired sigh. Weeks of work and she had finally finished her not-so-small project for the club, right as they prepared to have their first meeting.

The Defense Administration needed a way to get the word out for meetings, and her coins would do just that. They were enchanted to display messages so each member would know when the secret meetings would take place, and Hermione had to say she was quite proud of her work.

She picked up one of the fake galleons and headed down from her dorm to the common room, making her way over to Ron who sat alone by the fire. He was reading some sort of quidditch magazine, and it felt weird to see him alone and not with Harry.

He's probably off with Greengrass in some broom eye twitched at the thought, a feeling of jealousy pooling in her stomach of that blonde bimbo snogging her best friend.

It didn't matter that she had time to adjust since the two started going out, Hermione Granger still felt like all she could think about the past few weeks was Daphne Greengrass. The thought of Harry with her was always at the front of her mind, and it seemed like the two were in a steady relationship with him spending so much time out of the dorm.

How far along are they?Hermione wondered, knowing that Harry and Greengrass had been together for some time now. There was no telling what they got up to, and Hermione felt even worse when she imagined the two doing…other things.

They were probably off in some broom closet somewhere as they kissed each other heatedly, with the top of Daphne's blouse open to show her big tits. Harry would massage them expertly, dominating the Slytherin girl as he prepared to take felt her breathing get shallow, suddenly imagining herself finding the two in that very broom closet. She was a prefect after all, and it was her job to stop students like Harry and Daphne from getting intimate.

Harry wouldn't let her stop them, and would make Hermione watch as he took the Ice Queen. Hermione would be powerless as he made the Slytherin girl scream his name, pounding her over and over as she watched.

Finally he would be finished with the blonde bimbo, and turn toward Hermione with his massive cock in hand. "Why don't you take care of the rest, Hermione?"

Greengrass would surely be unconscious at this point from his fucking, and Hermione would be forced to take her felt her head spin at the fake situation she was imagining, the world becoming blurry around her because of her lust.

"Hermione?Hermione?"

She blinked, leaning on a nearby table as Hermione realized she was standing in front of Ron. She blushed, realizing that she had gotten so wrapped up in her head that she lost track of her surrounding. "S-Sorry! I just got distracted."

Ron looked at her strangely before shrugging. "If you say so."

She finally stopped in front of Ron, and handed him a coin. "Ron, would you mind checking this out for me."

"I don't need charity, Hermione." Ron scoffed, thinking she was trying to give him money.

Her eye twitched. "It's not money, Ron, it's enchanted galleons I made for the club. They're for each member so we can get the word out when we schedule meetings."

The coin changed to show the time for the hypothetical next meeting, and Ron's eyes widened. "Merlin's beard! This is bloody brilliant!"

"Thanks." She blushed at his praise, feeling her heart speed up in her chest.

She liked Ron, something she had known for some time, but even then she wasn't entirely sure what to do. They were good friends, and she didn't want to ruin their friendship by dating. But Harry of all people had made her desperate, and seeing him going out with Greengrass had lit a fire in her.

I should just ask him decided, knowing that Ron wouldn't ask her anytime soon. It took a lot of courage for her to summon up the energy for what she was about to do. "Ron?"

"Hmm? What is it?"

She took a deep breath. "Would you go out with me?"

"To where? Just us, or should I invite Harry?"

"No, you idiot." She scolded with a grin. "On a date. Would you go out with me on a date?"

"Oh." Ron said faintly, before his eyes widened in realization. "Oooh."

Pansy's fat arse was red from slapping, the constant impact of his thighs against her mound was bouncing out her cheeks and creating rhythmic smacking noises. His hands gripped into her hips, marking them red as he gripped harder and sped up his thrusts. His whore moaned wantonly, pushing her face into her pillow to stifle her loud moans and screams.

There wasn't any risk of someone hearing her with the curtains silenced, but Harry was glad she was trying to be quiet nonetheless. He pulled his hand back and gave her arse a spank.

SMACK

SMACK SMACK

Pansy let out a loud moan at each spank, and he reached up before pushing her head further into her pillow. For some reason this seemed to get her off, as her twat tightened around his shaft as juices flowed from her core.

His cock was now even more wet, as the pounding noise had a loud squelch sound to it with each thrust. He could feel his cock get even more stimulated, as his balls continually smacked against her.

Harry threw his head back as he finally reached his orgasm, speeding up his thrusts to stimulate his shaft before violently pulling it out. He let his massive cock come to rest on her back before blowing his load. He covered her entire back in seed, his shaft pulsing with each load before he finally pulled away.

Pansy fell to the bed unconscious, covered in his seed and naked as the day she was born. He sighed before putting his clothes back on, getting ready to sneak back to the Gryffindor dorms. He pushed the curtains aside, only to be greeted by the last thing he expected.

"Hello, Harry." Two voices greeted.

The two Carrow twins stood right in front of him, dressed in matching green nightgowns that made them look quite cute in his mind. They were clearly ready to go to sleep, but instead had stood and waited for him to exit Pansy's bed. It meant that they knew he was here, but hadn't intervened and ambushed him while he was having fun with Pansy.

"Hestia, Flora." He grimaced. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

They glanced behind him at Pansy's unconscious, cum-covered form, before both of them looked at him and raised a judgmental brow. Harry stared back, knowing the two wouldn't betray him to Daphne, or anyone else for that matter. Not that his girlfriend would care, but Harry still wanted to keep Pansy as his secret spy.

This was the second time now that the Carrow twins had caught him having fun, and he was starting to think it might not be they enjoy watching me?

"Having fun, Harry?" Hestia asked.

"You could say that." He answered. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry, we won't." Flora said flatly, and something in her expression told him she meant what she said.

"Thanks." He sighed in relief. "See you two around then?"

"Of course."

It wasn't his first time sneaking out of the dorm after dark, having attended a few parties over the years past curfew. But this time he was trying to be a lot more subtle than before, knowing that if any of his classmates found out what he was doing, then there would be hell to pay.

He arrived at the empty Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, opening the door before closing it behind him. He made his way to the attached office, knocking on it and waiting till the door opened on its own.

"Ah, Mr. Finnigan, have a seat." Came a familiar voice from inside.

Seamus swallowed entered, moving to the free seat and sitting down, a pink cup of tea waiting for him. He looked up and into Umbridge's ugly smile, something that just made him want to puke.

"Tell me, how have classes been going so far, Mr. Finnigan?"

"T-They have been going well, Professor."

"That's good to hear." She gained a predatory look. "Now, don't keep me waiting. You had promised me you had some information to share about Mr. Potter."

He didn't want to be here, but at this point he realized he had no choice. Seamus knew the woman would expel him and ruin his life if he resisted, and all he had to do in turn was rat on Potter. His roommate was up to no good in his opinion, but even he recognized that what he was doing was wrong.

The boy had lost himself in his chase for fame, even going as far as to organize a resistance group to keep it. It was clear in his mind that Potter organized the whole thing in order to form a cult around himself, no doubt some last ditch effort to hold on to his notoriety inside Hogwarts because of the threat Umbridge presented to him.

He opened his mouth. "A weekend ago we met in Hogsmeade at the Hog's Head to-"

He suddenly stopped speaking, and he didn't know why. It was a bad feeling in his gut, a warmth on his skin that hadn't been there before. He felt sick suddenly, a nauseous sensation that was felt throughout his entire being.W-What is going on?!

"Mr. Finnigan?Mr. Finnigan!"

He looked up at Umbridge, seeing that she was angry with him because he stopped talking. But then her face changed, looking concerned, and then horrified as the feeling within him became worse.

He brought up his hand, and his eyes widened in horror. It was covered in boils, bloated beyond recognition as if he was some ugly troll. The same could be said for the rest of his body, becoming fat and ugly as if he was some creature.

His mind suddenly went back to that day in Hogsmeade, at the dirty pub they had all met at. He remembered Granger, and the list she had made them all sign. There was only one explanation, being that the list had been cursed, and he activated the curse by telling Umbridge.

Shit.