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Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2024-09-18 13:56:24 +0000 UTC“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 suffering. She needs to learn to be obedient, not to try and order me around. He 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 do anything, 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 that. And 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 how massive he 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 start sucking 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 that this was what she had been looking for. Opportunity.
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 to. Am 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 respect. And if she had to give him a blowjob to do so, then she was going to make him see God while doing it.
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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 form. Surely Harry will enjoy seeing me in this.
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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 back. Oh, 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 wizard. Her 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 do anything.”
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 it. She 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 her. Take 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.”
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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 eyebrows. She’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.”
A/N: I ended up splitting this chapter into two, as it started getting away from me. Also, I plan to put out a poll at some point in the next few weeks for a new upcoming story!
Comments
Rogue
I like that you had the drama in the beginning to show who Daphne is and how she will grow as a person. I really like how you didn’t draw out the drama unnecessarily. You executed it very well. Looking forward to the next chapter.
