CHAPTER 27: BOUND BY LOVE AND LUST

In the aftermath, a wave of clarity and affection surged through her. She saw Harry in a new light, her feelings evolving from a mere infatuation to a profound and genuine love. It was as if her entire world had shifted, and she was now aware of the depth of her emotions, the strength of her commitment. Her heart swelled with a love so intense it was almost overwhelming.

Hannah felt a surge of creative energy and joy, as if she wanted to express her feelings through every possible medium—poetry, music, and laughter. It was a moment of pure connection and happiness, a bond that felt real and enduring.

With a playful grin and a hint of mischief in her eyes, she nudged him gently. "You tricked me," she said, her voice a mix of laughter and affection. The tears in her eyes were not of sadness but of overwhelming emotion, a testament to the depth of her feelings for him.

Harry looked at her, his own emotions mirroring hers, as they shared this profound and intimate connection. The bond they had forged was not just physical but deeply emotional, marking a new chapter in their relationship.

"Sorry," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse. Before he could say more, Hannah silenced him with a tender kiss, her lips conveying a depth of understanding and acceptance.

"You'll never need to lie to me again," she whispered against his lips. "My love is..." She paused, searching for the right words. "I accept all of you, you know that?"

"I will, in time," he assured her, his voice steady and sincere. They shared another kiss, deeper this time, as Hannah tried to pour all of her emotions into him, her body trembling with a mix of need and affection.

He gently stroked her back and hair, his touch soothing and calming. His hands then took hers and guided them to a new tattoo, a small black lightning bolt on her pelvis. Hannah traced the design with wonder, feeling a sense of connection as it seemed to meld into her skin, an invisible mark of their bond.

"For when you doubt," he said softly, "you can touch this and feel our connection. Over time, you might learn to communicate with me through this bond. At least, I hope so."

Hannah's gaze softened as she tugged gently at his lip, a contented smile playing on her lips. "You need a harem to defeat the Dark Lord," she murmured, her thoughts still sorting through the new emotions and connections she felt. A sense of transformation filled her—she was still Hannah, but now she felt like so much more, a woman deeply in love.

"Yes," he replied simply.

"There'll be others?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

"Many," he confirmed.

"There's already one?" she inquired, a trace of sadness flickering across her face. "You won't marry me, then?"

"You'll meet her in time," he said gently, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "I can't promise marriage right now, but you are incredibly important to me."

Hannah's expression reflected a mix of emotions—love, acceptance, and a touch of sadness. "I can feel her, sort of," she said quietly, trying to reconcile her place in this new reality.

His hand rested comfortingly on her shoulder. "I know this is a lot to take in," he said softly. "But you're special to me, and we'll navigate this together."

In that moment, their bond felt stronger than ever, an intricate tapestry of love, trust, and understanding that would guide them through the challenges ahead.

"Forgive me. It doesn't mean I don't care for you. It doesn't mean we can't love."

Hannah shook her head. "You don't need to apologize." She said firmly. "You have to live, to beat him. You need to take as many witches as you can."

"Yes."

"How can I help?"

He traced her jaw, and she nipped at his finger. She tightened her core, felt herself milking his member, enjoyed his ensuing groan. She'd need to practice that, get better at it. She had to be the best.

"You don't need to, you know. Your power, it's enough."

Hannah frowned at him. "My love, you are my reason. I want to do things for you. Please, let me help."

He withdrew from her, thinking. He could use her help.

"Clean me." He ordered distractedly.

"What?" Hannah blinked.

For a moment, Harry paused, realising he wasn't speaking to Narcissa, but a busty teenage girl, giddy and newly in love, unsure how to submit, obey, love. He'd teach her.

He pointed to his messy shaft and crotch, drowned in his cum and her juices. "Clean me, with your mouth."

"Oh!" Hannah blinked rapidly, like she hadn't realized that was something that was done, and then nodded determinedly. Before he could blink, he'd been pushing back against fluffed up pillows while she cleaned him with her mouth, her tongue lapping at their combined juices, her big blue eyes on him. She gave him a cheeky wink. He'd enjoy this one.

Harry stroked her hair. This was the life. "If you want to help, then, I need you to work on Susan. She wants the best for you, and she was right about me."

Hannah's eyes became fiery, raising her head off his cock as she spoke. "No, she thought you were a cad. You're so much more than that. She's just a girl, she doesn't understand what we have." Harry enjoyed her passionate defense of him, even if it was misplaced, and enjoyed it much more when she stroked with both hands as she spoke, immediately returning to her task as she finished her sentence.

"She will. You will call her sister, when she's ready."

Hannah considered it. "My best friend and the love of my life." She pressed a loving kiss to the ridge of his cock. "You are so thoughtful." She teased. "Will you have us suck you off together, naughty Harry? Have us share your cum between our lips? Or, will we put our tits together and fuck your cock between them?"

Harry groaned at the imagery. "Bad girl." He admonished.

"Your bad girl." She slurped on his cock, descending lower with laps and licks until she was at his balls.

"I need you to handle Susan," Harry said, his voice low and serious. "What exactly does she want? Marriage? We're involved, but I never promised her that. What does she truly want from this situation?"

Hannah paused, her eyes flickering with a mix of contemplation and mischief. "Susan wants the chance to make a real difference," she replied, her tone softening. "She wants to contribute to something meaningful, to change the Wizarding World for the better. I'll tell her you're willing to fund a charity for orphans, something close to her heart."

Harry raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. "And what happens when she brings up your family? They'll undoubtedly have opinions on the matter. What about your mother? What will she say?"

Hannah's expression turned slightly playful, though there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes. "I'll be honest with her. I'll tell her that my family will be frustrated they can't profit from my marriage contract, but they'll be relieved and even a bit impressed that I've aligned myself with someone as influential as you." She chuckled softly. "And, of course, they'll hear about your... impressive attributes."

Harry rolled his eyes with a smirk, amused by her candidness. He leaned back, watching as Hannah resumed her attentions with a determined look. "It's quite large, isn't it?" she said, pulling away momentarily. "I'll do my best to take it all, though it might take some effort."

Harry's expression softened as he watched her. "Don't push yourself too hard," he advised gently. "I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Hannah nodded, her smile reassuring. "I appreciate that. I'll make sure I'm comfortable with every step."

As she returned to her task, Harry couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and relief. The situation was far from ordinary, but there was a certain honesty in their conversation that made the complexities of their relationship seem manageable.

Hannah laughed. "You're not fooling anyone, naughty. Don't worry, I'm not completely sheltered. Me and Sue talk about what boys like. Anyway, when you make a small to moderately sized investment in one of the Abbott businesses, they'll soon realize that being tied to the Potter family is a good thing, even if their slut daughter has to be officially termed as a what? Concubine?"

"I prefer Mistress."

"Mmm," Hannah slobbered on his cock. "I prefer lover, but for you, my love, I'd take anything."

"Anything?" Harry wondered. How deep did the bond go?

"Anything."

"Slut." He tested.

"Your slut."

"Whore."

"Your whore." Hannah grinned.

"Cum bucket."

"Fill me up. A Hufflepuff loves forever." She promised, a spark in her eyes.

"Fucktoy."

Hannah giggled. "So naughty, I love it. I love you. I'm your fucktoy. Want to fuck me again?" This new Hannah was the same, but so much more confident, confident in him, in her love.

"Mmm, that sounds lovely, but you'd probably best rest and let your body consume all the cum I've pumped inside you." Her stomach was bulging from all his seed. "Besides, I'd best get back to my dorm before somebody notices."

"I have a better idea." She flopped onto her back, beside him, and opened up her bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of baby oil. "I give Sue massages, some time." She flushed red, taking a deep breath to get some courage. So she hadn't lost all her shyness. "I know what the boys say about me. Do what they can only dream of. Why don't you fuck my tits, stay the night and let her discover us in the morning? She'll be so jealous."

Harry paused, staring at her bountiful tits. Hannah squeezed oil all over them, her creamy tits becoming shiny, glistening. "Fuck," He moaned. She emptied the entire bottle, leaving her huge titties slippery and sliding as she massaged them with her hands.

"Come on, Harry, there's no need to be shy with me." Hannah encouraged him. She gulped over a lump in her throat, a glimpse of the shy girl inside. "I love you."

Harry couldn't take it anymore, kneeling on either side of her chest as she giggled. His cock was absurdly large, but it disappeared into her tit-cleavage, the head popping out for her to suckle on. "Mmm, that's an unexpected treat." Hannah tittered. "You really love my tits, don't you?" She said, looking up at his awed expression.

"They're a work of art." He pushed in, groaning with the slippery sensations as she pushed her tits together, creating a tunnel for him.

Hannah moaned, holding her mouth open for his cock to fuck into, on his upstrokes.

"Yeah, do you like using my tits like a Knockturn alley whore?"

"Fuck yes." Hary stroked faster, eyes locked on Hannah's teasing grin.

"You like having your big cock between your f-f-fucktoy's big titties?" She stumbled on the word.

"Fuck, yes, I love it." Harry felt like a dumb automaton, just pumping away mindlessly, too lost in the insane pleasure, the squirting sounds, Hannah's tongue and her hot mouth, her words in his head, her jiggling, wobbling titties, the image of his cock between them.

"This is what you've always dreamt of, isn't it? Staring at them in the Great Hall, in Herbology? I've seen you. Do you wank off, thinking about them?

He groaned. "Han-Hannah, fuck, I do, I do!"

Harry was a slave to her big breasts as he thrust, bucking his hips again and again, desperate to climax, to drown her in his cum. All the while, Hannah lapped at his cock when she could, proudly holding her tits tight for him. This felt right, she thought. This was what she'd be missing in life. A purpose. How simple life was, now it had been made clear. Love him. Love him in everything she did, and life would be happy.

The slap-slap of skin on skin filled their ears, Harry reaching his limit. He'd planned to unload in her mouth, down her throat, but her plump tits around his cock simply felt too good, his cock pulsing again and again as he unloaded. Thick shots of cum splattered with force onto Hannah's face, coating her. She kept her tongue extended, happily catching his seed as he kept thrusting, using her tits to milk himself.

She giggled blissfully as he kept cumming, her face glazed completely, his seed dripping down her blonde locks, splurging onto her breasts. This was a real wizard, she shivered in joy, though she wasn't sure when she'd be able to open her eyes. She'd been plastered.

Harry sighed with relief as he tapered off. "Good girl." He murmured, and even blind, she lit up with his praise. She began eating his seed off her face, enjoying the taste. It didn't really matter what it tasted like. It mattered that he'd enjoy seeing her do it, that he'd enjoy it if she enjoyed it, and so she did enjoy it.

After they had tidied up the remnants of their evening together, Hannah gently draped the quilt over them, its rich, velvety texture offering a comforting embrace. As she nestled against Harry, she felt an overwhelming sense of rightness in their shared warmth and closeness. It was a deep, unspoken connection that wrapped around them both, cocooning them in a bubble of serenity and affection.

The enchanted quilt on her four-poster bed shimmered softly with constellations, each star twinkling like a tiny beacon. They were the stars she counted each night to drift into slumber, their familiar light a constant source of solace. The gentle glow of the fabric cast a soothing luminescence over the room, and as Harry's breathing grew steady and calm, his arm resting limply across her back, Hannah allowed herself a contented smile.

She knew sleep would come easily tonight, for she had found a new kind of peace. When she closed her eyes, the bond between them was vividly present in her mind's eye. It was like a majestic, unbreakable pillar, solid and unwavering. The strength of their connection was palpable, a fusion of their emotions and magic.

Hannah could feel her love for Harry rising within her, a powerful, swirling force of magic that she poured into the bond. It was an act of devotion, a tangible expression of her feelings that wove itself into the very fabric of their shared connection. As Harry murmured softly in his sleep, a contented smile gracing his lips, the pillar seemed to thicken, reinforcing the bond they shared.

This bond was more than just a connection; it was a testament to her infinite devotion and the depth of her feelings. It was something she could work with, something she could nurture and grow. With a heart full of love and a mind at peace, Hannah settled into the embrace of their shared warmth, feeling more secure and connected than ever before.

As Hannah's thoughts danced between dreams and reality, she felt the gentle rise and fall of Harry's chest beneath her. The rhythmic motion was like a lullaby, soothing her further into a tranquil state. The room was quiet, save for the occasional whisper of the night breeze rustling through the curtains and the soft hum of magic that lingered in the air.

The bond, now a solid, pulsating presence in her mind, seemed to respond to her every thought and emotion. It was as if it were alive, shifting and adapting with their shared energy. Hannah could almost hear it, a faint, harmonious hum that resonated with the beat of her heart.

She shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Harry's peaceful slumber, and traced a gentle hand along the contours of his arm, still draped over her. Her fingers lingered, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength of his muscles. The sensation was grounding, a reminder of the tangible reality of their connection.

"Harry," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

In her mind's eye, the pillar of their bond seemed to shimmer brighter, reacting to her whispered words. She could almost see the magical threads intertwining more tightly, reinforcing the structure of their shared connection.

Harry stirred slightly, his face relaxing into a deeper smile. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "Love you."

The simple, heartfelt declaration sent a wave of warmth through Hannah's chest. She leaned in closer, her cheek resting against his, and sighed contentedly. "I love you too, Harry. More than you could ever know."

The room felt more intimate now, the boundaries of their individual selves blurring into one. Hannah could feel their shared magic expanding, growing stronger with every beat of her heart. The bond was not just a reflection of their love but an active force, something they could both influence and strengthen.

As her thoughts drifted towards the possibilities of their future, Hannah felt a sense of purpose and determination. This bond was a foundation she could build upon, a source of strength and inspiration. She resolved to cherish and nurture it, to make it a source of joy and resilience for both of them.

With a final, contented sigh, Hannah closed her eyes, allowing the soft glow of the enchanted quilt and the steady warmth of Harry's presence to lull her into a peaceful slumber. She was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that the bond they shared was a powerful, unwavering anchor in her life.

As the night deepened, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the cocoon of warmth and love surrounding Hannah and Harry. The gentle glow from the enchanted quilt painted soft patterns of stars on the walls, their twinkling light reflecting the tranquility that now enveloped the room.

Hannah's thoughts wandered to the bond they shared, and she began to focus on the details of how she could enhance it. The magic between them was like a living, breathing entity, and she imagined it expanding, reaching out to fill every corner of their lives with positivity and strength. She visualized the pillar becoming more intricate, adorned with threads of golden light that represented their shared dreams and hopes.

As she continued to concentrate, she could feel her magic responding to her intentions, intertwining with Harry's own. It was a beautiful dance of energies, a harmonious blend that seemed to amplify their love and commitment. She felt a deep sense of gratitude for this connection, one that had grown from something delicate into a powerful, unshakeable force.

Harry stirred once more, his arm shifting slightly as he mumbled in his sleep. "Hannah… what are you…?"

Hannah smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "Just thinking about us, about our future. Nothing to worry about, Harry. Just dreaming."

Harry's response was a sleepy murmur, barely coherent but filled with warmth. "Good dreams… always with you…"

His words were a balm to her soul, and she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, savoring the moment. "Always with you too," she whispered.

In the stillness of the night, Hannah felt an overwhelming sense of peace. She was filled with a quiet confidence about the strength of their bond. It was more than a mere connection; it was a testament to their enduring love and shared journey.

As sleep began to pull her under, Hannah let her mind drift to the many possibilities that lay ahead. The future was uncertain, but with Harry by her side and their bond as a source of strength, she felt ready to face whatever came their way. The love they shared was a beacon, guiding them through both the challenges and the joys that awaited them.

With one final glance at the shimmering quilt and the twinkling stars, Hannah let herself relax fully into the embrace of their shared warmth. Her dreams were filled with promises of a bright future, where their love would continue to grow and thrive. And as she slipped into a peaceful sleep, she knew that whatever obstacles might arise, they would face them together, their bond a constant source of strength and hope.

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