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Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2024-11-06 19:25:21 +0000 UTCIt 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 Greengrass. Harry 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 closet. Her 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? Hermoine 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 her. Hermoine 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 Hermoine watch as he took the Ice Queen. Hermoine 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 Hermoine with his massive cock in hand. “Why don’t you take care of the rest, Hermoine?”
Greengrass would surely be unconscious at this point from his fucking, and Hermoine would be forced to take her place. She 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, Hermoine.” 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 out. She 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 judgemental 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 coincidence. Perhaps 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.
Comments
Erinnyes
Really not a fan of Ron/Hermione. They have about the same level of chemistry as a brick in a blender. Wonderful chapter otherwise.
jp9901
Snitches get stitches...I mean boils! Snitches get boils!
yan boul
How she reads... she needs a man who is able to take control of her and Harry is that man in this story. Finnegan's going to end badly for you.
Daeron Targaryen
You’d best keep Ron away from Hermione; he will never be worthy of her.
