I'm not sure yet if this will be a multiple chapter story or a oneshot, so I'm just leaving my options open.
Harry lay on his back, his hands linked behind his head, listening to distant howls. The ceiling itself—along with the rest of the room—was dark and foreboding. Back at Hogwarts, he always thought it was insane Slytherins lived in the dungeons. Surely that was too gloomy. Then he came here, to Nevermore Academy, and discovered that they made an entire school that was even gloomier. Was this place really a step up for him?
Yes, he decided reluctantly, it was. After defeating Voldemort he thought about returning to Hogwarts, but it just wasn't to be. He was too famous. Everywhere he went he got awed looks, attention, and had people wanting to do things like shake his hand. They swarmed him. He'd always been a celebrity, but suddenly he couldn't ever breathe. That was no way to go to school.
Harry really wanted one more year to be a kid, though. It was something he hadn't had much of a chance for. So he pulled some strings and found a place that would take him in.
Nevermore Academy would take anyone. They proudly boasted about the many magical creatures who attended this strange school in Vermont. Harry was honestly a normal kid compared to most of the students, who had all manner of quirks, powers, and secrets. Yet somehow, Harry was bored.
He'd gotten a room all to himself. Nice for sprawling out, but he missed having Ron and the other Gryffindor boys around. For once in his life, he didn't have a single mystery of conspiracy to unravel over the course of the year, which was exactly what he came here for. He just didn't expect going to school to feel this hollow when all you were doing was learning.
He sighed, standing up and grabbing his Firebolt. A quick fly about would make him feel better. It always did. However, after he picked up his broom, the door opened.
Three people stood there. They had to be family, because the resemblance was striking. There was a tall beautiful woman with silky black hair, a squat man with darker skin and moustache, and finally a girl that looked halfway between the two of them.
The girl's dark hair was pulled into pigtails. She wore all black just like her parents, with large eyes and a prominent chin. There was absolutely no emotion on her pretty face. Harry's first impression of Wednesday Addams was that she looked like if Nevermore Academy was given a human body. Dark, gothic, beautiful nonetheless, and utterly boring.
"There's a man here," she said in a monotone. "Why?"
"There's a creepy little girl here," Harry said. "Why?"
"Creepy." The girl tilted her head. "I like that."
"Larissa warned us about this," her mother reminded her. "Your transfer wasn't expected, and the timing is difficult. The only open room was with another unexpected transfer student. I know it isn't ideal, but Larissa promised me that this was the best she could do. Try to bear with it."
The girl heaved a heavy sigh.
"I am Morticia Addams," the woman said, addressing Harry now. "This is my dearest husband, Gomez, and our lovely daughter, Wednesday. She's just transferring to the academy."
Although the first impression wasn't the greatest, at least the mother was polite. Harry decided he could at least be the same.
"Harry Potter," he said, holding out his hand. "Your roommate, apparently."
Wednesday looked at his hand, then looked straight into his eyes. "I don't do touching."
Harry's smile grew tight. He lowered his hand and kept the urge to grab his wand contained to a mere twitchy finger.
"I'm glad to see you two are already getting along so well!" Morticia said. "I just know you'll be the best of friends. And on that note, Gomez, we ought to be off don't you think?"
As quickly as they arrived, the Addams parents gave a heartfelt goodbye to their daughter, whose face didn't change once. Then they were gone, and Harry was left alone with this doll-like girl. Despite Harry's thick skin for this kind of thing, the atmosphere was awkward enough to get to him.
"It's not often that someone transfers in halfway through the year," he said. "Why'd you change schools now?"
"Piranhas," Wednesday said impassively.
"You were attacked by… Piranhas?"
"Of course not. That's ridiculous," Wednesday said. "I made them attack my enemies. Not well enough, though. They lived."
Harry began considering that maybe he hadn't appreciated the solo dorm life enough while he had it.
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It was Harry's "duty" to show Wednesday around the school as a new student. But after dealing with her personality, he decided to forget about it. Wednesday didn't complain. He did feel a little bit bad when he saw a cut on her forehead after the first day, implying she got into some kind of fight, but Harry could be stubborn. Wednesday didn't speak to him after the first day, so he didn't speak to her either. They moved around each other seamlessly, and that was just fine! Harry's life didn't get worse after her arrival. It just stayed kind of boring.
At the end of the week was the Harvest Festival. It was mandatory to attend, which was the only reason it was on Harry's radar at all. Normally, he'd skip an event like this to get some quality flying time in, but even he had limits on how much trouble he liked to get in. Principle Weems wasn't one to cross lightly if rumors were to be believed. So when the time came, Harry wandered out to the festival, determined to stay for as short a time as possible.
Nevermore Academy was fascinating to him. He knew for a fact that it was filled with all sorts of strange powers and various different creatures, but at times it felt like an ordinary boarding school, just an unnerving one.
He thought of this again as he wandered the Harvest Festival. It all looked ordinary in a way. There were young couples on dates, friends playing together, and all sorts of excited shouts from the various booths spread around. It seemed like a happy Muggle festival… yet all the kids in uniform had their own magical powers that could be unleashed at any time, Harry included.
He sighed. He was lugging around three different stuffed animals he'd won from various booths (which he definitely hadn't used magic to do). They were his proof that he showed up in case any teachers gave him a hard time later. Now, he could leave early and no one could claim he skipped the festival entirely.
As he planned to do exactly that, Harry saw something that made him stop. He lifted his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and set them back down to look again.
No, he hadn't seen that wrong. That was definitely his roommate running beside a boy he'd never met, being chased by three locals with baseball bats.
"That damn personality of hers," Harry muttered. "What has she done now?"
The light from torches glinted off one of the bats. It was metal. Harry heaved a sigh and dropped his stuffed animals.
"So much for my proof," he muttered sadly.
Something else appeared in his hand: his wand. He cast a few quick charms and suddenly the stuffed animals—two monkeys and a panther—stood up all on their own. He transfigured their stuffed hands and paws into steel.
"Go," he said.
The stuffed animals sprinted across the ground. As the boys with bats ran past, they never saw the miniature animals until they pounced on them. The monkeys plastered themselves onto the faces of two of the boys, using their new fists to pound their heads until the boys collapsed. The panther went for the boy with the metal bat, swiping at his heels and cutting them, making the boy fall. It pounced on his back, mauling him through his shirt.
"Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!" the boy shouted.
As soon as other people started looking, Harry canceled the animation charms he'd used, so all they saw was three boys losing fights with ordinary children's toys. By that point, he was already jogging in the direction Wednesday had gone.
Near the edge of the festival, Harry found the boy he saw Wednesday fleeing with, but he saw no sign of the girl herself. The boy was in a pretty bad state, too. He was sitting against a tree panting and his skin was pale.
"You're this tired after one run?" Harry said. "Maybe people ought to chase you with bats more often. At least that way you'd build up some stamina."
The boy looked at him with bloodshot eyes. "Who are you?"
"The roommate of that girl you were running with," Harry said. "Where is she?"
"I don't know," the boy said.
"So you can't run for more than thirty seconds, and you can't tell me the one thing you wanted to know." Harry shook his head. "Is there anything you can do?"
The boy was starting to twitch.
"You need to go." He took a deep breath. "Just… get out of here. Your roommate went into the woods. She followed some other guy."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Go!"
"Fine, fine." Harry pushed a hand through his hair as he walked away. This whole business was starting to be more trouble than it was worth. What exactly was Wednesday getting involved in after being here for only one week?
He found the place where she split off and entered the woods, marked by footprints in the mud. Harry walked that way, grumbling about all of this, when he heard a voice ahead of him. Harry's face got serious.
"You'll ruin everything!" the voice was saying. "You'll destroy it all! The whole school, the town… all of it! Unless I stop you. I have to stop you. IT HAS TO BE ME!"
Harry slipped quietly between the trees, looking over. There was a boy there in a Nevermore Academy uniform and glasses. Harry vaguely recognized him from classes. He had his arms outstretched like they were doing something, even though all he was holding was a picture.
"My mom left this task to me, and I'm going to finish it," he said. "I'll finish YOU!"
Harry walked a little bit further and froze. He saw Wednesday now. She was pinned against a tree, struggling against an invisible grip. The other boy was using his powers on her. He meant to kill her. Harry recognized the insanity in this boy's voice.
He didn't hesitate to act.
A red beam shot from Harry's wand and hit the boy in the side. Immediately, the boy fell over unconscious. Wednesday slid down the three, landing on the ground and touching her throat, coughing. Harry walked out from behind the trees, having hidden his wand back in his pocket. Wednesday's eyes locked onto him.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I should be asking you that first," Harry said. "First you're getting chased by boys with bats, then you're ducking into the forest with a guy who wants to kill you. What could've made him go that far?"
"I don't know," Wednesday said. "It was something about that drawing."
There was a piece of paper next to the unconscious boy. Harry looked at it and discovered an image of Wednesday with white hair, standing in front of Nevermore Academy with the school on fire. What was strange was that it looked old. Much more than a week old.
"You don't have a hobby in arson, do you?" Harry asked.
"I do, in fact," Wednesday said. "But I wouldn't burn the school. That would be no fun."
"There you have it then," Harry said. "This guy is crazy. He wouldn't be the first one to lose it in this place. We can take him back to the staff—"
Wednesday's eyes widening was all the warning that Harry needed to know something was wrong. There was a crash next to him. He managed to draw his wand and cast a shield seconds before a huge clawed hand struck. It bounced off of Harry's spell. Without a shield, it would've disemboweled him in a heartbeat.
Whatever it was was hideous, with bulging bulbous eyes, sharp uneven teeth, and skin like a drowned corpse. Harry had seen trolls that were nicer to look at. But the monster had incredible strength and speed. After one hit from it, his shield was showing hairline cracks.
He was in danger. If his shield fell, the creature would be on him faster than he could create a new one. Before that could happen, Harry laid into it.
A blast of flames seared the creature, forcing it back. A blasting curse knocked it off its feet (but didn't manage to break the skin). A cutting curse left a gash on its body across the chest, and the creature screamed.
It ran. Harry was content to let it retreat, because he didn't know what it would take to end something like that permanently. As the creature fled from his spells, however, it made a sudden detour.
Wednesday scrambled back as the monster turned toward her. Instead of going for her, it jumped on the boy Harry had knocked unconscious. One slash and Harry knew his crazy fellow student was dead.
The monster fled right away after that. It disappeared among the trees while Harry and Wednesday both ran to the boy who had been attacked. They could tell as soon as they got close that a miracle hadn't happened.
Looking down at the body, Harry asked, "Who was he?"
"His name was Rowan," Wednesday said. "I helped him in school. He tried to kill me tonight for something I haven't done yet. I don't understand any of this."
She was still talking in a monotone, which Harry had learned was the only way she ever talked.
"They'll think we did it if they find us," Harry said.
"And you know this how?" Wednesday asked.
"Because that's how it always happens," Harry said. "It doesn't take much to be suspected."
Just look at his second year with the Chamber of Secrets. Or how no one believed he didn't enter his name in his fourth year. Or even how readily people turned against him when he told them Voldemort returned. The public always blamed easy targets.
"What do you propose we do?" Wednesday asked.
"The thing I've been wanting to do all night," Harry said. "We go home."
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The silence was back. Harry didn't expect any different. He didn't try to break it himself, content to revert back to their old way of interacting. He couldn't forget that strange monster, or the strength it attacked him with. Harry was sure he could've beaten it in a prolonged fight, but he was just as sure that it could beat him, if it caught him at the wrong time or he made a single mistake. The longer he thought about it, he became increasingly sure that the monster was there for the boy it killed. That had been a coordinated strike, not a random mauling.
Still, this school could have its secrets, and he'd keep his nose out of them! That was what he came here for, right? To be a normal student. He carefully ignored the fact that he'd been finding student life ridiculously boring.
Harry faced the wall to make it clear he wasn't looking so that Wednesday could change her clothes. He heard her stripping and was unable to help imagining what the sight would look like. For all her awful faults, Wednesday's looks were an incredible strength. She was even prettier than Cho or Ginny.
When he was sure she was done, Harry went to the light switch. He looked back, got a nod from Wednesday, and plunged the room into darkness. He returned to his bed and crawled under the blankets.
It had been a long time since Harry fought. He wasn't sure how this situation came about, but it still made him happy to let loose for once. He fell asleep quickly, feeling good.
A hand was touching his face.
Harry's hand snapped open. He snatched his wand from under his pillow, aiming it at the perpetrator, but it was only Wednesday.
"The bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Harry demanded.
He could barely see her in the moonlight leaking through the window. Wednesday was wearing an opaque nightdress, and she was looking up at the ceiling heedless of the wand aimed at her. She'd seen what it could do that night. There was no way she wouldn't care about having a weapon end pointed at her neck… unless she wasn't aware of it.
Her eyes were even wider than usual. She looked like Trelawney when the seer was having a vision. Harry waved a hand in front of Wednesday's face and got zero response.
Suddenly, with a gasp, Wednesday's head jerked back down and she returned to normal.
"I knew that would work," she said, smirking slightly.
"What did you just do?" Harry demanded.
"I see visions," she said. "That's what makes me special. I can't control when I get them, but they're triggered by touching things. Objects. People. I see all kinds of visions. They're usually violent, and often include deaths."
"So you touched me. What did you see?" Harry growled.
"Lots of things," Wednesday said. "More than I've ever seen before. Lots of green lights and dead bodies. You've fought bloody battles. You've even KILLED."
"Not by choice—"
The hand Wednesday hadn't removed from Harry's face stroked his cheek delicately.
"Don't ruin it," she said. "I've never been so turned on."
Wait… what?
Before Harry could convince himself that he hadn't heard her correctly, Wednesday was kissing him.
She smelled like the moist earth you bury a coffin in. Her fingers were incredibly, impossibly soft. Her other hand joined the first on his face, cupping Harry's jaw. Her tongue sank between his lips, rubbing his own. Harry reacted, kissing her back the way he'd snogged Ginny and Cho in the past. He didn't have a lot of experience in bed, but this was one thing his body did know, and it played along while his mind remained shocked.
Wednesday crawled onto the bed with him. He felt the nipples on her small breasts sticking out against the fabric, pressing into his body. Wednesday's legs slotted between Harry's, her knee rubbing his crotch. She yanked the blanket out from between them, leaving only clothes between their bodies. Harry's dick was hardening quickly, growing so fast that his pants bulged out.
Harry grabbed Wednesday's shoulders and pushed her away. He could feel her tongue sliding out of his mouth while her leg stayed pressed to his crotch.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" he demanded, slipping back into wizard phrases out of sheer surprise. "We've barely talked to each other, even after what I stumbled on tonight, and suddenly you're jumping on me? What? What could I be missing?"
Wednesday sighed. Even now her face looked impassive. She made it seem like HE was the weird one for being confused.
"I saw your past," she said. "That pale faced man hurt those close to you, but you got revenge. You took it all the way and killed him! I tried to do that, but I failed. You succeeded. You're powerful and you know how to be vindictive. I WANT you."
She saw Voldemort then. If not Harry's whole history with him, then at least most of it. He was also coming to terms with the fact that he really couldn't understand Wednesday Addams.
But he was starting to think it wouldn't be so bad to try.
Now that he didn't think this was a trap (Wednesday was genuinely overcome with lust) Harry had a sudden feeling that maybe he was about to find something fun at Nevermore Academy.
Harry kissed Wednesday again, this time with him taking the lead. His tongue entered her mouth instead of the other way around. His fingers squeezed her nipples. Her nightdress was surprisingly thin. Harry could feel every detail of their texture, including how sharp they'd become from arousal. Harry gave them a sharp twist and Wednesday's hands came up, squeezing his shoulders.
Her leg grinded against him harder. It was almost painful, but just soft enough to be pleasurable. Harry pulled her toward him by the nipples, something sure to sting her breasts. For the first time ever, Harry heard her laugh. She giggled into his mouth as he physically handled her body.
Her hands pushed Harry to sit up further, shoving him back against the headboard. Harry let go of her breasts to grab her arse, squeezing the squishy skin. His fingers dug under the hem of her short nightdress, and he felt nothing but smooth skin underneath. Harry was momentarily shocked. When she changed clothes, she had stripped off everything underneath. No wonder he could feel her nipples so clearly.
Harry himself slept in boxers and a tank top usually, but he'd added shorts since the day Wednesday moved in. After avoiding each other so thoroughly for the whole first week, here they were, pawing at each other's bodies like animals.
Wednesday slipped her leg out from between Harry's, straddling his waist instead. She plunged her hips against his body, rubbing his bulge violently. Harry groaned, knowing that beneath the bottom of her nightdress was nothing but her pussy.
Their kiss deepened. Soon their tongues were as deep as possible. Harry was still groping her bum, while Wednesday was riding him even harder. The legs of the bed were beginning to thump and rattle under their weight.
Wednesday moved on from the kiss first. She moved her lips away from Harry's, planting them on his cheek. Next, they pressed into his neck, before going down to his collarbone. Her hands lifted off his shirt, Harry holding his hands up so that she could get it off. He had to do the last bit himself because Wednesday was so much smaller that she couldn't get it past his forearms without standing up.
The kisses continued once his shirt was out of the way. Wednesday slid down Harry's bicep, crossed his upper abs, and only stopped when her head was in front of his crotch. As she sank lower, she went down on all fours, crawling backwards. Kiss marks the same color as her plum lipstick were visible all the way down Harry's body. Looking up at him from his crotch, Wednesday grabbed both his shorts and boxers, pulling them down.
Harry's breath quickened. He'd gone this far. Once. Ginny was very excited to give him a send-off to America, even if the two weren't exactly dating. He struggled to imagine a girl more different from Ginny than Wednesday was. The youngest Weasley was bright and loud in appearance and personality. Wednesday was gloomy and macabre, the kind of girl to admit that vengeful killing got her pussy wet. The only similarity was that both of them had freckles. Harry got a great view of Wednesday's as she unhinged her jaw to swallow his cock.
Her twintails hung down as Wednesday sunk her head onto Harry's dick. He was pretty big, if what he'd read about other men's sizes was all true. His dick certainly LOOKED massive as a small girl like Wednesday did her best to devour it.
Harry moaned as her mouth pressed down around him. He felt Wednesday's tongue lapping at him. When she got halfway down, Wednesday stopped with a noise that sounded like, "Urp!"
She glared down at Harry's crotch like it was his fault for being so big. She pulled back, and when she did, Harry was able to see a ring of that plum lipstick all the way around his shaft.
Wednesday had already gone deeper than Ginny did, who used a lot of spit and hands in order to get Harry off. Wednesday was no quitter, though. She was a girl of commitment, dedication, and POSSIBLY a bit of masochism.
She plunged back down, earning another inch. This process repeated, where she would pull back, look determined, and then offer a slightly improved effort. Harry could track her progress toward his base by counting the rings of lipstick. When she got three quarters of the way down his dick, her progress stalled out. She tried three times, but could only tie her best score.
Wednesday dragged her face off of his dick, letting it slip free with a small shower of spit.
"I need help," she said.
"Help?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"That is what I said. I require more force than I can generate."
"How am I supposed to help with that?" Harry asked.
When he'd touched the back of Ginny's head too hard during her blowjob, Ginny had nearly bitten his dick in half. But Wednesday just sighed at him like an idiot.
She lifted her pigtails and held them out to him.
"Grab on," she said, "and pull."
Harry reached out shakily, grabbing her silky braids with a feeling like he was being handed the keys to a fancy new sports car.
Wednesday returned to his dick, placing her lips around his cockhead and looking at him, awaiting. Harry took a deep breath…
And yanked.
Wednesday's head shot all the way down his shaft. She blew past her previous best, kissing his crotch and creating a new lipstick stain around the very base of his dick. Wednesday's eyelids fluttered from a combination of discomfort and pleasure. Knowing her, those two probably went together a lot.
While Harry held her down by the hair, practically suffocating her against his crotch, he felt her tongue sliding all along his shaft, stroking him. Combined with the feeling of her tight throat, Harry busted, giving his roommate a taste of his thick load.
Harry let go of her as soon as he came, and Wednesday lifted her head. She did it gradually, like she was in no rush. When his dick popped from her mouth, a little bit of cum still leaking from the slit, Wednesday massaged her jaw.
"Not bad," she said, "for someone with so little experience. Not bad at all."
"How do you know I don't have experience?" Harry asked defensively.
Wednesday rose up on her knees, touching the straps of her nightdress.
"My visions show me moments of great intensity," she said. "People are often shocked to learn that includes both violent events, and sexual ones."
"You saw me with my old girlfriends?" Harry asked.
"There wasn't much to see," Wednesday said. "You'll have more sexual memories by the end of this week than you've had in your whole life before this."
Harry was momentarily surprised by the confirmation that this wasn't going to be a one time thing. During this moment of inaction from him, Wednesday swept the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders, letting it fall away.
It slipped down her body, showing Harry everything there was to see. Her A cup breasts had dark areolas to go with the sharp nipples Harry had been twisting earlier. She was extremely skinny, with a naturally tanned body and dark hair above her crotch. Her vulva was prominent, with lips sticking out from her crotch and a clear slit between them. Harry saw all of this in just a few seconds because Wednesday wasn't stopping for anything.
She grabbed Harry's shoulders, pushing him down flat on his back, and straddled his crotch. Her slit rubbed against him, and Harry could already feel moisture leaking out.
"You only have to follow my lead," she said. "I will make a skilled lover out of you, no matter how many times I must impale myself to do it."
She drove her hips down without any other warning, Harry's dick jutting into her crotch. As impassive as she usually was, Wednesday couldn't help but gasp as she felt him enter her. She began to ride him properly, and Harry started seeing stars.
All he could think about was that THIS was what sex felt like. Were all women this tight? He had no way of knowing, but he didn't think so. It was like Wednesday's insides were crushing him. She looked absolutely gorgeous bouncing on his dick.
Her breasts were bouncing on her chest. She had one hand back, resting it on Harry's thigh to balance as she rode him, while her other hand was twisting one of her nipples. Her dark lipstick stood out against her skin, slightly smeared by all the slurping she had done on his dick. Harry could admire all of her body now, including her perfectly flat stomach and shapely thighs. The pigtails he'd yanked flailed around as Wednesday's body bounced. Harry was the only one moaning, but he could hear Wednesday's breathing becoming irregular, her chest rising and falling quickly.
The feeling of her pussy sliding up and down on him was fantastic. There was only one problem. Wednesday was too damn hot.
Harry had never been a passive kind of person. When he wanted something, he tended to go for it. There's a reason he always got into so much trouble at school. And right now, lying down watching Wednesday simply wasn't good enough for him.
It was his first time. He didn't know what he was doing. But when had he let that stop him before?
Harry grabbed Wednesday's bucking hips. His hands slid higher on her body, then flipped her over in a flash. Wednesday became the one on the bed while Harry loomed above her.
"What are you doing?" Wednesday asked slightly hostilely. "I told you to stay still."
"That isn't really my thing," Harry said. "We're still having sex, so I'm sure you won't mind."
He didn't do this completely without thinking. As Wednesday stared at him trying to get a read on what he was up to, Harry met her eyes. He used a little bit of Legilimency just to skim her surface thoughts. That was all it took for him to get a clear picture of her desires.
Harry thrusted into Wednesday. Then he did it again. Wednesday went from looking doubtful to gasping. A moment later, a moan left her lips.
"What was that?" Harry asked teasingly.
She glared, but was helpless to stop a second moan, then a third. Soon she was squeaking and groaning underneath him. Each of Harry's thrusts was better than the one before it as she skimmed her thoughts, picking up on anything she thought could be better. She wanted him to go faster? He went faster. She wanted him to hook his hips more? Done. It was perfect communication in bed, achieved without a word. Harry completely bypassed his lack of experience by cheating. Why bother guessing what your partner wants when you could just read her mind?
"Ah, ah, ah!" Wednesday moaned.
Her back arched up, pointing her bouncy little breasts toward Harry. He grabbed her nipples, twisting them again. He sensed something he couldn't understand in her head. It wasn't until he felt a wet sensation inside of her and Wednesday's pussy grew tighter that he realized what it had been. She'd just orgasmed.
Wednesday's eyes were half closed, but not in the emotionless way that was normal for her. Instead, she was looking at Harry with pure lust. A sudden desire was fed into Harry's brain via legilimency. At first, he thought he misunderstood. It seemed crazy. But no, this was what Wednesday wanted.
Harry wrapped both his hands around her throat and squeezed. Wednesday's eyes bugged out. He would've been terrified of hurting her, but his legilimency let him modulate his strength perfectly. Pleasure flooded Wednesday's mind. While Harry was still thrusting into her, her hands reached down and frantically rubbed the top of her slit, stimulating her clit.
Wednesday's mouth opened. Her face started to go slightly red, but Harry could tell she would KILL him if he let go now. She screamed hoarsely (which definitely went through the walls) and hurled her head back. This orgasm made the first one look like something else entirely. She came so hard that her whole body shook. The cute, breathless noises she released drove Harry over the end. He pulled out of her at the very last second. There were no contraceptive potions at Nevermore Academy. Instead of filling her pussy, Harry let go of Wednesday's neck and sprayed cum across her body. He gasped, feeling his balls tighten almost painfully because of how aroused he was. Wednesday's stomach, tits, and even her face saw globs of cum landing on them. The last part of her orgasm was still going, squirting out juices without Harry's dick to act as a stopper.
Harry could see pink marks around her throat where his fingers had been. Wednesday looked like a wreck as she reached up, stroking his dick with uncharacteristic affection. One look into her eyes, and Harry knew that he wasn't going to have any more boring nights for as long as the school year lasted.
She pulled his dick forward without warning, making Harry push out his hands to keep from falling over completely. Staring up into his eyes, Wednesday said, "You are now going to be mine until death's warm embrace pries us apart."
Harry decided he could think of worse fates than that.
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