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Harry's Legacy Chapter 2: Tending to the Garden
🕑 Added 2023-03-16 15:59:01 +0000 UTC“Good morning my precious roses!” A sing-song voice rang out from behind Harry.
A swirl of sounds, smells, and light assaulted Harry’s senses. He felt like had just been apparating for minutes rather than the seconds it normally took. His stomach heaved, but he forced his body to maintain its composure as he gathered his bearings. Harry had to blink a few times to make his eyes adjust to the bright light, but once he did, he realized two things.
First, he was inside of a greenhouse. It reminded him of the greenhouses at Hogwarts, albeit this one was much larger and the glass was much more heavily frosted to prevent anyone from looking in or out. Various plants were spread about throughout the greenhouse in planters of all shapes and sizes, and there were even some plants hanging from the walkway above his head that ringed the room. It was all quite beautiful to behold.
Second, Harry was surrounded by Hogwarts students. Dozens of unfamiliar faces stared at him, or, more accurately, past him. Most people seemed bored, though a few appeared to be quite enthusiastic about getting started with class. However, none of them seemed bothered or surprised to see Harry standing in front of them. Honestly, Harry wasn’t quite sure if they even could see him. Maybe that portal had killed him and he was just a specter now, or something far more esoteric. He raised his hand slowly as though to wave when a hand came down on his shoulder.
“I see you’ve all met our new assistant professor,” the lovely voice that had spoken early announced merrily.
Harry looked over at the woman who had her hand on his shoulder and was grinning at him. In short, this woman was beautiful. She was wearing long, green robes that clung to her figure nicely. Her long red hair was done up in two thick French braids that rested over top of both of her shoulders and framed her pretty face. She had a wide-brimmed green hat on top of her head that was covered with various red flowers and green leaves. She seemed quite young for a professor—perhaps in her mid-twenties. Her skin was fairly pale, but she had a warm, rosy glow to her cheeks that made her seem quite endearing.
“Now class,” she said, turning away from him. “Professor Potter here will be assisting me as we work to expand the greenhouses here at Hogwarts. I trust that you will all be kind to him and treat him with the respect and dignity that you would reserve for me. Now, shall we get started?”
Harry was caught in a whirlwind as the professor started off a short lecture about the value of Chinese Chomping Cabbages and how to best care for them. Everyone seemed to forget that he existed as she spoke, so he was left to drift around the room aimlessly as class went on.
It was so disorientating to be here, where here was exactly. It was clear from the professor’s words that he was at Hogwarts, but the question still remained as to when exactly that was. It wasn’t anytime recently, that was for certain. These greenhouses seemed new, so perhaps it was in the future? The letter from Percival Rackham implied that visiting both the past and the future were possible, so Harry supposed that he could be in either time.
Regardless, there was apparently a lesson for him to learn here. An interesting set of circumstances that would be unique to him and lead him to new experiences were meant to change him for the better. So why was he in a greenhouse?
“Professor Potter?” The professor’s voice rang out behind him.
Harry jumped in surprise. He’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized that the lecture had ended and the students were going about their work.
The female professor jumped back too, but she just laughed off the awkwardness. “Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
“It’s alright,” Harry smiled awkwardly. “I was just lost in my own world I suppose.”
“I understand completely,” she replied. “My name is Professor Mirabel Garlick, but you can just call me Mirabel.”
“And you can call me Harry.”
“Oh, splendid!” Mirabel clapped her hands together. “I was quite disappointed that you weren’t able to arrive at the Welcoming Feast, but it’s quite nice to make your acquaintance now. Headmaster Black assured me that your appointment would temporary but that you were quite the deft herbologist.”
That might be a bit of a stretch. He did take it every year he was at Hogwarts though, so he figured he’d be able to handle himself well enough. “I suppose I’m passable,” Harry replied humbly.
“Nonsense,” Mirabel waved him off. “I’m sure you'll be a wonderful addition to the garden here.” She gestured around at all of the students who seemed to be working diligently—at least more so than the students in Harry’s year had. “The fifth-year class is able to manage itself quite well, other than Mister Prewett. Perhaps I could show you around and help get you up to speed on all of the-”
“Professor Garlick!”
“Ah,” Mirabel sighed sadly. “After class then perhaps. Duty calls.”
Harry watched Mirabel rush over to help the student in need, paying particularly close attention to her fit behind. Her robes did wonders to show off her figure. When she bent over the table to help the student adjust the placement of their Chinese Chomping Cabbage, Harry swore that he was going to chip a tooth from how hard he gritted his teeth to keep himself under control. All he wanted to do was rush over there and grab those two perfect orbs of flesh in his hands, tear off her robes, and-
“Honestly,” Harry shook his head in annoyance at himself. He was here to learn something important, not to fool around with a beautiful woman.
So, Harry did his best to ignore Mirabel as class went on, but he just couldn’t keep her out of his head. She was just so bubbly and gorgeous and it was like she danced around the room to wherever she was needed, moving at a beat that only she could hear yet seemed to be perfectly natural. It didn’t help that every few minutes someone would call out “Professor Garlick” and Harry would instinctively look over and see Mirabel already on the move. Her voluptuous body was a feast for his eyes, and it was impossible not to admire it. Harry tried to make himself busy and even answered a few questions that he knew the answers to, but his attention always seemed to return to Mirabel.
Finally, after an hour, class came to a close and the students filed out of the greenhouse, leaving Harry and a beaming Mirabel alone again.
“So?” She prompted him as she came up beside him. “How was your first class here? I can’t say I’ve ever given a lesson in front of another adult before. I’m curious as to your opinion on my teaching style.”
“You’re brilliant,” Harry answered honestly. “You always seem to be moving towards students who need help just before they ask a question, and it's clear that you really know your herbology. Honestly, if I’d had you as a professor, I can only imagine how much better I would’ve been.”
“And more attentive too,” Mirabel added.
“Exactly, more . . . err,” Harry trailed off as he noticed the cheeky grin on Mirabel’s face. It seemed like he’d been caught out. “Was I that obvious?”
“No, not really,” Mirabel answered. “I just have a knack for keeping an eye on everyone and everything here, so it wasn’t a surprise I noticed you watching me. I was watching you too.”
“You were?” Harry frowned. “I didn’t see you looking at me.”
“Ah,” Mirabel giggled. “I’m just a bit more careful about it. Tell me, Harry, have you ever tended to a garden before?”
“Of course,” Harry replied instantly, thinking back to the many years he spent maintaining the back garden at Privet Drive and helping to de-gnome the Weasley’s garden. “I’ve worked with lots of different plants, magical and mundane, and I’ve-”
“No,” Mirabel shook her head as she interrupted Harry. “Not that type of garden.”
Harry was confused as to what she was getting at until Mirabel hopped up onto a table in between a Fanged Geranium and a Flutterby bush and hiked up the hem of her dress robes. She planted her heels on the edge of the table and revealed her pink pussy, glistening with moisture, and a small patch of red hair above it. “This type of garden,” Mirabel smiled devilishly. “I’ve been looking for someone to tend to it for quite some time now. Do you think you’d be up to the task?”
Fuck, Harry couldn’t help but bite his lip and groan at the erotic sight in front of him. He wasn’t going to let this chance pass him by, regardless of whatever type of lesson he was supposed to be on the lookout for. “I am,” Harry responded confidently.
“Good, good,” Mirabel cooed. “Well now, I think the first thing to be done is a bit of watering, don’t you?”
Watering. What did she mean by-
Oh, right!
Harry dropped to his knees in front of her, not minding the dirty floor in the slightest as he placed his hands on Mirabel’s thighs and spread them open wider. Her pussy was a sight to behold as Mirabel used two fingers to spread it open for him. Her wet folds smelled musky in the most intoxicating way.
“Go on,” Mirabel urged him. “We need to make sure that the garden is nice and ready for your seed later.”
The implication behind her words made Harry dive in eagerly. Given how excited she already was, there was no need to warm her up. Harry just went straight forward and licked the juices that were on the verge of dripping out of her.
“That’s right,” Mirabel moaned as she grabbed onto Harry’s hair, holding his head in place. “Just like that.”
Harry lapped up all of the juices before him, not minding in the slightest as Mirabel pulled his head in further. He could just barely see her swollen, red clit starting to peek out from underneath its hood. He slowly licked his way up towards it and then brought a finger up to tease her hole. He just barely pushed the tip of his finger into her vagina when it clenched down on him. She felt tight, even around his finger, which was surely a good sign for things to come.
When Harry’s tongue reached Maribel’s clit, he lovingly lathered it. He tested the waters first by applying just a slow and gentle touch, which he gradually increased the speed and pressure of until he found the sweet spot that maximized Mirabel’s pleasure without being too much as to overwhelm her completely.
“Oh yes! That’s very good! Very good indeed,” Mirabel cooed as her grip on Harry’s hair tightened.
It felt good to hear her encouraging words, and it pushed Harry to try to bring her even more pleasure.
Harry slipped a second finger into Mirabel’s tight hole, much to her delight if the sound of her moan was anything to go by. He slid it in until he was knuckle-deep inside of her wet pussy. Then, he rotated his hand so that his palm was towards the ceiling and he started to apply upwards pressure with his fingers. He moved his fingers around until he found the right spot that made Mirabel’s thighs squish his cheeks together.
“Harry!” She squealed, trembling on the table.
Harry repeatedly stroked her inner walls with his fingers in just the right spot while his tongue circled around her clit, occasionally applying direct pleasure whenever he wanted to give her that extra little push. Within seconds, Mirabel started babbling nonsense as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Harry didn’t stop until he felt her pussy clench down hard on his fingers and Mirabel let out a scream of pleasure that he swore was likely to break the glass panels of the greenhouse. Her body kept rocking back and forth as it trembled from her orgasm, and Harry just rocked with her, never once breaking contact with her pussy.
When she finally came down from her high, Mirabel let out a shuddering breath. “That was quite excellent.” She released her thighs from either side of Harry’s head, and only then did he finally pull back and look up at her face.
“I’m glad I could be of service,” Harry smiled at her before licking his lips clean of her juices.
“Yes, well, I’d say that service of that caliber is due a proper reward,” Mirabel said as she stood up on her unsteady legs. She gave Harry a teasing look before spinning around and holding her dress robes up around her waist, revealing her shapely, pale behind. She bent over the table she had just had an orgasm on and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart for Harry’s viewing pleasure. “I think planting your seed would be a good reward, no?”
That would be an excellent reward. Harry’s cock had been throbbing needfully for the last several minutes, so he was more than eager to pull it out.
Stepping in place behind Mirabel, Harry readied himself. His cock practically jumped out of his trousers and smacked Mirabel’s ass. Then, it slipped in between her ass cheeks. The feeling of those two bountiful, pillowy cheeks on either side of his cock made him groan hard and instinctively thrust up against her.
“My,” Mirabel grinned as she looked back at him. “I never expected you to be quite so big. Do you think you’ll be able to even fit inside of my little planter?”
“I’ll try my best,” Harry assured her as he pulled his hips back and lined the tip of his cock with her dripping entrance.
It had been too long since he last sank into a woman like this, Harry thought to himself. The steaming heat that engulfed his cock was simply divine, and the sound of pleasure that escaped Mirabel’s lips told him that she was enjoying it as much as he was. Her pussy seemed to try to suck him in deeper even when he slowed his movements. Thankfully, he’d watered her garden well enough to ensure that she was nice and wet for him, and her juices helped to lubricate his cock’s passage deep inside of her.
Harry pushed forward to the hilt. His cock was fully submerged in Mirabel’s delicious, tight pussy, and her plump ass was pressed right up against him too. She looked very pretty bent over the table in front of him with her red hair resting on either side of her head. Her modest, robe-covered breasts were pressed down onto the table, leaving a small gap between it and her face. Her hands left her ass and gripped the far edge of the table, as though she was worried that Harry was going for fuck her right off of it.
Well, given how good she felt, that might be a possibility.
“Merlin,” Mirabel panted as she wiggled her ass back against him. “Your cock is fucking thick. It feels like it’s going to split me in two.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” Harry chuckled. “If it did, then neither of us would get what we were looking for.”
“Right,” Mirabel grunted. “You still have to plant your seed.”
Oh, he was going to plant it all right. He’d plant it deep in her pussy where it could flourish if she so chose. But there was the matter of getting himself ready to deliver his seed before he could plant it.
Given how wet Mirabel was, Harry didn’t bother taking things slow. Instead, he focused on her body’s reaction as he pulled his hips back. Her pussy clung to his shaft like it didn’t want him to leave, making it a little difficult to pull most of his cock out of her. However, once he did and slammed his hips forward again, her pussy eagerly received him. His hips smacked loudly off of Mirabel’s ass as he sank into her, and she let out a little yelp as the table rocked beneath her. Her feet scrambled to find their footing, but that didn’t stop Harry from thrusting into her again.
Harry had to hold onto Mirabel’s hips to stop her body from flailing about. It was quite clear that she’d never taken a cock as large as his before because she seemed like she was losing control of both her mind and body as Harry fucked her. His long, deep thrusts into her tight pussy brought upon intense waves of pleasure that shot through her body.
“Yes!” Mirabel screeched as her knuckles went white from how hard they were gripping the table. “Fuck me!”
Mirabel’s ass was starting to redden from how hard Harry was fucking her; it looked just like the rosy glow on her cheeks had when he’d first seen her. Her pussy was gushing juices, and Harry could feel some of it starting to drip down onto his balls every time they smacked off of her clit when he thrust back into her.
When Mirabel’s feet left the floor and the table tipped dangerously forward, Harry realized that the table wasn’t going to hold up under the rough pounding he was giving Mirabel.
“Give me your hands,” Harry grunted as he rammed forward one last time before pausing.
“Okay,” Mirabel answered in between gasping breaths. Her face was flushed and she had the most lewd expression of a woman who was being thoroughly fucked. She released the edge of the table and held her hands back out behind her for Harry to grab onto.
Releasing her hips, Harry grabbed Mirabel’s wrists and pulled back on her arms. Her head jerked back a bit, leaving only her breasts on the table. He’d have to fuck her like this unless he wanted both of them to be eating a mouthful of dirt once the table gave way beneath them. Harry didn’t mind though; with this position, he’d be able to fuck her as hard as he wanted without worry.
It took a second to get used to holding Mirabel’s arms back while thrusting into her pussy, but Harry got used to it after a few attempts. By holding her arms back, Harry got an even more visceral view of just how hard he was fucking Mirabel. Her entire body jolted now when he plowed into her, and it was only thanks to his firm grip on her that she didn’t go flying forward.
Mirabel’s knees came together, bending slightly, as Harry went back to really giving it to her.
“Oh, fuck! Harry! Please, please, please!” She moaned as his cock plunged in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace.
“Please what?” Harry grunted. It was hard to talk and fuck at the same time, and, truthfully, he was more focused on how good her pussy was making his cock feel.
“Please breed me!” Mirabel screamed as she threw her head back. “Plant your fucking seed in my pussy! Do it!”
Harry groaned at her erotic words. He wanted to cum in her so bad, but she felt so damn good that he didn’t want this to end so soon. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like he’d have much of a choice as his cock started throbbing and his balls tightened.
At the very least, Harry was intent on squeezing out every last bit of pleasure before he came inside of her. He used all of his strength to ram his cock into her, making Mirabel cry out in pleasure, over and over again. He could feel her walls fluttering around him again, and he knew that she was close too.
“Breed me! Make me your fucking bitch and breed me damn it!” Mirabel cried out. Her body was trembling and it all became too much for Harry.
With a deep roar, Harry slammed himself forward one last time, knocking both himself and Mirabel off of their feet and onto the table. The table rattled hard, but it miraculously didn’t collapse under them. As they landed, Harry felt his orgasm hit and his seed shot out powerfully into Mirabel’s garden.
As soon as she felt the first spurt inside of her, Mirabel let out a triumphant cry. “Yes!” And her own orgasm overtook her two.
Like two heartbeats working in time together, Mirabel’s pussy spasmed around Harry’s cock and helped him to shoot out his cum deep inside of her. The trembling witch moaned more loudly than any witch Harry had ever heard moan before as every drop of his cum spilled out inside of her. He rocked his hips against her ass, pushing out the last few drops as his orgasm subsided.
Instead of feeling drained like he’d expected, Harry felt unusually invigorated. He fell back onto his feet and pulled out of Mirabel’s tight pussy, much to her disappointment. He could see his thick, milky-white seed start to spill out of her red and engorged pussy, but Mirabel quickly brought her fingers to her abused lips and started pushing Harry’s cum back inside of her.
Not wanting to stuff his messy cock back into his trousers, Harry walked around the tables of potted plants to the other side of the one Mirabel was laying on and presented his cock to her. She opened her mouth eagerly and Harry pushed forward. She seemed to have no trouble taking his cock into her throat as her tongue licked off every bit of residue of their tryst until he was perfectly clean again.
Harry pulled back and stowed himself back in his trousers, but Mirabel seemed too tired to move.
“Thank you for the wonderful time, Harry,” Mirabel sighed contently. Harry could faintly hear the sounds of her fingering her squelching pussy, undoubtedly pushing his cum deep inside of herself again. “I think you’ll make a wonderful assistant to me here. I think I’ll need your help planting your seed again if this first one doesn’t take.”
Fuck, that sounded incredible. “I’d-”
Harry had barely opened his mouth to speak before a swirl of white light engulfed his vision. He had to close his eyes from how bright it was, but the light faded moments later.
Blinking away the afterimages in his vision, Harry let out an annoyed groan as he realized that he was back inside of the portal room at Hogwarts.
