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Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2024-09-04 17:27:51 +0000 UTCHarry made his past the different shelves and isles of the Hogwarts library, grateful that he didn’t have to worry about being quiet and stealthy. He had spent too much time visiting the restricted section secretly at night, and found that he had grown weary of it.
It was a flash of yellow out of the corner of his eye that caused him to suddenly stop and peek around a nearby bookshelf. At a nearby table in the back corner of the library sat two witches he had been meaning to interact with, but hadn’t found the means to do so. Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, one blonde and the other a brunette, both beautiful, sat together while studying.
It was actually mind boggling for him to actually take in Daphne Greengrass’s appearance. She was a Slytherin, and someone he had accepted for being way out of his league years ago, and as such had given up any hope of being with her. Blonde and busty, insane curves under those Abraxan-hair made robes that she wore. She rich, intelligent, and downright sinful, but every guy knew she was an evil bitch with a mean-streak a mile wide.
And it just so happened she had a crush on him… according to Pansy, at least.
He took a deep breath and approached the table she sat at. Tracey Davis was the first to notice him, her eyes widening in surprise as she nudged Daphne. The Ice Queen looked up, her expression immediately hardening as she met Harry's gaze.
The only thing that kept him going was what Pansy had told him before, about Greengrass supposedly having a crush on him. But even that barely gave him enough courage to do what he was about to do. Asking her out was practically taboo among the male population of the school, as everybody already knew how it would go.
"Is there a reason for this intrusion, Potter?" Daphne’s voice was as cold as her reputation.
Harry swallowed thickly. "Can I talk to you for a moment, Greengrass?"
Daphne raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why? Are you lost? The Gryffindor common room is in the other direction."
Tracey snickered quietly beside her, but Harry ignored her. His attention was focused solely on Daphne. "I just… wanted to ask you something… in private."
Daphne’s expression didn’t soften, but she did glance at Tracey, who sighed and gave her a playful shove. "Just go, I'm curious to see what the famous Harry Potter has to say to you."
Daphne shot Tracey a look that could have turned her to stone, but she reluctantly stood up, her movements as graceful as they were deliberate. "Fine. But this had better be important, Potter."
Harry led her a few isles over, away from prying eyes and curious ears. He could feel her gaze on him, making him seriously doubt what Pansy had told him about her.
"Alright, Potter, what is it?" Daphne crossed her arms, her posture defensive and impatient. "I have studying to do."
Harry took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I… I wanted to ask if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend. Just the two of us."
Daphne blinked, her icy facade cracking for just a moment as genuine surprise flickered in her eyes. It was quickly replaced by skepticism and a hint of amusement. "Is this some kind of joke, Potter? Did Weasley put you up to this?"
Harry shook his head earnestly. "No, it's not a joke. I’m serious."
Daphne’s gaze searched his, looking for any sign of deceit or hidden motives. When she found none, her expression shifted to one of confusion and slight irritation. "Why me? Surely there are other girls more… suited to the likes of you."
Why does she make everything sound like an insult? Harry hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Because you’re different, Daphne. You’re strong, smart, and you don’t let anyone push you around. I respect that and I want to get to know you better."
For a moment, Daphne just stared at him, her icy exterior beginning to thaw ever so slightly. She had always been aware of the stares and whispers behind her back—people admiring her beauty but fearing her sharp tongue. No one had ever approached her with such sincerity, least of all Harry Potter, of all people.
Finally, she sighed, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. "You’re either very brave or very foolish, Potter."
"Maybe a bit of both," Harry admitted with a small smile.
Daphne’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but she quickly caught herself. He figured that she was still the Ice Queen, after all. "Alright, Potter. I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you. But don’t think for a second that I’m doing this because I like you. I’m just… curious."
Harry’s smile widened in relief. "That’s all I’m asking for."
Daphne nodded, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "But don’t get any ideas, Potter. If you disappoint me, you’ll wish you never asked."
She turned and left, doing so in a way that conveyed she had wasted her time speaking with him. Harry didn’t care, finally being able to take a sigh of relief. I hope she isn’t so uptight on our date.
After standing there for a while, seemingly in a daze, Harry finally moved on to a different part of the library. He found Hermoine easily enough, with Ron sitting next to her and looking bored, and took the seat across from them.
“Hermoine, is everything set for us to start the club?” Harry asked as he sat down.
“Almost, it was a major help that you and Ron found the room for us to use.” Hermoine replied, taking out a list she had written down. “There are just a few other things, one being who we will invite, and where we’ll meet.”
“We need to be careful about that first one.” Harry noted, remembering what Pansy had told him. “Umbridge has started using students to gather information. If we’re not careful, she could slip one of her spies into our group.”
“How did you know that?” Ron asked, looking uneasy.
“Just trust me on this.”
“So who do we invite?” Hermoine asked.
“The Quidditch team for sure.” Harry remarked. “We can at least trust them.”
“Some Ravenclaws too, they seem upset over Umbridge.” Ron added.
“Maybe some Hufflepuffs.” Harry shrugged. “Probably Susan Bones-”
“Seriously?” Hermoine cut him off, looking annoyed.
“What?” Harry asked.
“We’re not starting this club just to fill it with pretty girls.” Hermoine ranted. “You just want to stare at her tits, don’t you?”
He couldn’t help but feel his eyebrows raise in suprise, it was rare for Hermoine to be so crass. Susan did have big tits. “No, it’s because her aunt is Head of the DMLE, and she helped me a lot at my trial. And where did that come from, do you not like Susan?”
“Sorry!” Hermoine squirmed in embarrassment. “I just thought that boys your age are… you know…”
Ron snorted. “Anyone else?”
“I’ll ask around the dorms to see who’s interested.”
A sudden, radical thought occurred to Harry. One he was hesitant to voice, but knew it would payoff tremendously if it worked. “There’s someone else I’d like to invite. Or more specifically, some people, but I don’t think you’ll approve.”
Hermoine frowned. “Who?”
Harry looked around, as if to make sure no one was listening. “Slytherins.”
“What?!” Ron demanded loudly, getting shushed and glared at by the librarian. “Are you mental?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Harry.” Hermoine commented.
“Trust me on this one.” He said. “I’ll be subtle about it, but if we can get some Slytherins in the group it will give us an advantage over Umbridge as well as Voldemort. They are in the same house as Malfoy, meaning they’ll know more than we do if something’s up. Plus, some diversity in the group would be good.”
“I don’t think stuffy purebloods count as diversity, mate.” Ron sniffed in distaste.
“Harry does make some good points though.” Hermoine conceded, but still looked unsure. “If you manage to pick out some good ones, then maybe…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll pick out the good Slytherins.” Harry reassured her, ignoring Ron’s disbelieving stare.
“As for how we’ll meet,” Hermoine began. “I figured we could have our first meeting in a few weeks at the Hog’s Head. The place is out of the way, and I doubt Malfoy or anyone else will look for us there. Maybe this weekend we could start getting the word out?”
Harry suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. “About that, I’m afraid I can’t help out this weekend.”
“And why is that?” Hermoine almost demanded.
“I’ve got a hot date.”
-
“You and Harry Potter are going on a date!” Her best friend cheered.
“Ugh. What was I thinking?” Daphne Greengrass felt like she was bathing in her own stupidity at the moment. It was those evil green eyes of his, those dashing, bright, emerald eyes… Once she was under his gaze, it was as if she couldn’t look away. “I’ll have to find Potter and tell him the date’s off.”
“What?!” Tracey Davis nearly shouted. “Absolutely not!”
“But I can’t date Harry Potter!” Now Daphne Greengrass sounded miserable. “The whole school will know! They’ll see us together in Hogsmeade, and Harry will hold my hand, and we’ll-”
“Be happy together?” Tracey finished her sentence, causing Daphne to glare. “What? You and I both know Harry would be a great boyfriend.”
“Hey! Don’t talk about Harry as if he’s yours.” Daphne glared at her for the perceived slight.
“Oh? So you do want to date Harry Potter?”
Daphne pinched her brows. “Fine. You’re right, we’ll go on our date, it will be nice and quiet, and then after that… I’m not sure.”
“I doubt your date with Harry Potter of all people will be nice and quiet. Do you really think you can handle all the excitement that comes with it?”
Of course she could imagine all the excitement that came with it. Harry Potter was easily the most famous wizard alive, and practically everything he did managed to get on the front page. The boy was a heartthrob, even if he clearly didn’t want to be, and was the dream boy of every witch her age.
No doubt her being his new love interest would also provoke the ire of every witch her age as well. Although the Prophet might slander him day after day, there was no doubt in her mind that everyone would change their tune when he began dating her of all people. Witch-Weekly would begin publishing special editions focusing on their fabled romance, with Daphne plastered on every page of the magazine.
It would be such a scandal. Even she could imagine the ridiculous rumors that would pop up about her having seduced him with love potions or the like. It would also cause a panic among the female population of the school, and she was sure that there would be a rush to seduce Harry before he could get too attached to her.
But I won’t let them. He’s mine! She internally seethed over the idea of girls trying to seduce her boyfriend. Harry Potter needed a proper pureblood wife to take care of him, and Daphne knew that she was the best option.
She imagined herself on Harry’s arm, the prim and proper trophy wife as she had been raised to be. Harry would take care of her, and the many children they would have. She bit her lip, feeling her core heat up. No doubt her husband would have use for her after a long, hard day at work, and would take out his frustration on her when he got home.
He would use her body for his own pleasure, pounding away relentlessly as he filled her with load after load on their marriage night. Daphne could feel her breath getting heavier as she imagined her future with Harry. Maybe he won’t wait till marriage, maybe he’ll simply take her after their date in Hogsmeade. Not that she would complain.
“Daphne? Hello?”
“W-What?” She stuttered, finding Tracey trying to tell her something as she broke out of her reverie.
“Already dreaming about the Golden Boy?” Tracey teased.
“No.” She managed to get out, but her blush gave it away.
Tracey let out an amused snort. “I can’t say I blame you. He’s practically the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding World.”
The words came out teasing and congralutory, but Daphne could tell her friend was upset. Even though her best friend was praising her, Daphne couldn’t help but hear the sadness in her best friend’s voice. She knew that Tracey in particular liked Harry Potter, but had long ago given up any chance of getting with him.
The girl had been instead relegated to practically being her servant in Slytherin, doing so in order to get the protection of House Greengrass. Slytherin House was a nasty place to be for Half-bloods, and Daphne knew her best friend had to give up a lot of her future hopes and dreams to survive. Otherwise the expectations and politics would crush the girl, and there was no way she could have faced all of that alone.
Daphne Greengrass would admit she wasn’t the most giving person, but she always planned on helping Davis in at least some fashion after Hogwarts. She always planned to make Tracey her mistress, or at least provide her best friend with some sort of protection after Hogwarts, whether that be financial or something else. But with her starting to date Harry Potter, it opened a new avenue to greatly rewarding her friend.
Surely Harry could use a mistress? And why stop with just her? Surely Harry could take Astoria too, and even her Mother-
You’re thinking too far ahead, Daph. She shook her head, knowing that she always seemed to get too far ahead of herself with her schemes. Just go on the date first, and then you can figure things out from there.
-
He could feel the wrinkled, dusty pages of the book he held in his hands, a piece of ancient magical literature that belonged in a museum, or destroyed. He knew this book was dangerous, but he could justify doing anything to defeat Voldemort.
After many nights of spending hours searching through the restricted section he had found what he had been searching for. It was the solution he needed to get stronger, a way for him to claim the women he needed for his coven.
gluck glurk glurk The rhythmic sounds of Pansy sucking his cock sounded from below, and he widened his thighs to look down at her.
She sat on her knees below the desk, both hands submissively resting on her lap as she massaged his shaft with her mouth. Her hair and makeup was ruined, as a pool of spit and arousal seemed to stain her abdomen.
He could feel his release coming, and he gripped her hair tightly before pressing her against his groin. His massive shaft filled her mouth completely, entering and bulging out her throat as he used her as a cheap way to get off. Harry pummeled Pansy against his groin, growling as his release got closer and as she lathered up his shaft.
“Make sure you swallow it.” Harry demanded, still reading as his other hand used her like a cheap cum-bucket.
Pansy sucked even harder on his shaft, going through hell as she did her best to please him. She could feel his hand gripping her hair harshly, the stench of his ballbag, and the massive veins full of blood and magic that ran along his shaft. So good…
His load filled her, making her see stars as it went straight down her throat and into her stomach. Pansy didn’t move, guzzling down the massive load of cum as Harry held her. He eventually stopped cumming, and pulled her off his shaft by her hair.
Harry didn’t pay any attention as she coughed and gagged, desperately trying to recover from the face fuck he just gave her. Instead his eyes stayed focused on the book in front of him, reading every page and memorizing it word for word.
It says here that I need a rune, a mark, a way to transfer power between each coven member. He realized exactly what that meant, that he would have to brand each member of his coven. I already have that ridiculous scar, so maybe I can use that in some way…
He flipped to another section of the old book, one that seemed to focus on hierarchy and tradition within the coven. Specifically, that part of the book was more like a guide for keeping the coven organized. This stuff kind of goes over my head, but I guess it makes sense? Having tons of girls together all in a relationship with the same guy could be draining.
“D-Did you find what you wanted, my Lord?” Pansy asked from beside him, still on her knees. She looked looked like a sweaty, well-fucked mess, a sight he had seen many times the past few days. Maybe I should take her into my coven?
He thought about it for a moment before deciding not to. No. At least, not now. If this book is right then I’ll want only respectable, powerful witches to start my coven. Not a whore like her.
“I did.” His deep, manly voice unintentionally sending shivers down her spine.
He thought of his upcoming date with Greengrass. Maybe I can make her my first coven member? That is, if our date goes well, and she agrees to go along with all this.
Comments
yan boul
I can't wait to read more of this story.
Daeron Targaryen
Wish this was longer
