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Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2024-08-17 17:24:56 +0000 UTCHe couldn’t help but notice how well maintained the hallways were in this part of Hogwarts, despite the fact him and Ron were probably the first students to walk this part of the school in years, maybe even decades. It alleviated the potential worry he had about them leaving footprints on layers of dust, and someone being back to track what they were doing.
“You’ve got to wonder how they clean the entire school. Even if some classrooms are dirty, these hallways are spotless.” Harry remarked
Ron scrunched his nose. “I think the elves do the cleaning, mate.”
He couldn’t help but think he was dumb for not realizing that.
They reached the room Neville had mentioned to them earlier, a secret room to meet within the walls of the castle that no one but them could find. An ominous looking large wooden door with small dragon statues on either side stood in front of them, and Harry couldn’t help but feel apprehensive by its grandeur. It had been exactly where Neville’s Grandmother had told him, away from the rest of the school on the fourth floor in the abandoned part of the castle.
“The room is right where Neville said it would be.” Harry noted, looking around to make sure everything was right, and that no one had followed them.
“It’s perfect for spell practice, and if we decide to meet up with more people here, we’re far enough away from the rest of the school that no one will notice.” Ron said.
Harry walked up to the wooden door and entered, finding the room to be large and round, able to fit several hundred people if need be, with several big windows that overlooked the castle grounds. There were a couple dusty tables and chairs stacked against one of the walls, signaling the room hadn’t been used in decades.
“It’s brilliant mate.” Ron said from his side. “Plenty of room for practice, that’s for sure.”
“It sure beats my idea about using the chamber.”
Ron’s nose scrunched up in distaste. “Definitely! Can you even imagine how smelly that place would be?”
“Not really.” Harry replied absently.
Even though they had achieved a small victory by finding this place to practice, Harry still couldn’t help but feel irritated by the entire situation. There shouldn’t be a need for them to have to practice magic in secret, in a school meant for literally learning magic. It was absurd, and that woman had done her absolute best to ruin Hogwarts in Harry’s opinion.
On top of all that was the teachers’ response to her, especially Dumbledore’s, who seemed only too pleased to go along with what Umbridge commanded. The woman had effectively replaced their Defense Against the Dark Arts class with her own personal torture session, doing her absolute best to call out and humiliate students as she pleased, especially so if Harry was the student in question. He had spent the good part of the last month practicing his self control and restraint in her class, doing his best to not fall for one of her tricks and land himself in another gruesome detention.
He could feel his ire growing, that he, Ron, and Hermoine had to organize a secret club of all things to learn to defensive magic. He took out his wand with his bandaged hand and pointed it at a vacant desk against one of the walls, doing his best to channel his anger and frustration into the spell. Bombarda.
The bright spell left his wand without a word, slamming into the desk and blowing it to smithereens. Ron nearly fell, trying to shield himself from the tiny pieces that flew everywhere.
“Merlin, Harry!” Ron looked at him with wide eyes. “Give me some warning next time! I didn’t even hear you speak!”
Harry shrugged, pocketing his wand. “I read about non-verbal casting, and decided to give it a try.”
“Merlin’s sack! Bill told me it took forever for him to get wordless casting down! Was that really your first time trying it?”
“I guess.” Harry stared at the vaporized desk with a frown, before turning to Ron. “We should probably head back.”
“Good idea.” Ron grimaced. “If anyone heard that spell, then they’d surely be headed our direction anyways.”
He nodded and left the room with Ron, thinking about future ways he could learn new spells without that woman finding out. She had practically been breathing down his neck since the year started, and the last thing he needed was her finding him practicing magic.
He felt it before it came into view, and he minutely turned his head to see a red stunning spell headed their direction. Harry cursed, pushing Ron down as he ducked to avoid it.
Harry’s own wand was in his hand as he rose, carried by a hand that was wrapped in bandages. “Expelliarmus!”
Their attacker’s wand flew into his free hand, and a pair of ropes left his wand nonverbally before restraining them.
Ron finally got off the ground, looking at the intruder bound in ropes that Harry had disarmed, then looking back at him with awe. “Merlin, that was bloody brilliant!”
“Thanks.” Harry replied, looking down at the wand that wasn’t his own. It was somewhat lavish and fancy, having a grip on it that looked phony in his opinion.
He walked over to their attacker, her form bound by his conjured ropes in a way that emphasized her curves. Harry couldn’t help but notice how hot Pansy Parkinson had become since last year, her body growing out of her immature form to became a witch that guys would dream about in their free time. He couldn’t help but stare, even as she glared up at them.
“Parkinson.” Ron snarled, seemingly not as enthralled by her body as he was. “What are you doing here? And why did you attack us?”
“Hello, Weasley.” Pansy greeted dryly, seemingly unimpressed as she laid on the ground tied up. “And you too, Potter, I didn’t think you’d react that fast.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Answer the question.”
“Fine, spoil my fun.” Pansy sighed, before her gaze turned serious. “Umbridge sent me.”
His own eyes widened, and he felt a flash of pain run down his bandaged hand. The pain was a reminder of what that woman was capable of, and the sheer corruption that existed in the Ministry of Magic. That woman hadn’t even been at Hogwarts for a month, and already she was starting to ruin his life.
It had started off as subtle jabs at first, things she would say casually to set him off. It then moved on to outright attacks and bullying, things like his cousin would resort to back at Privet Drive, and eventually she began giving him detention when that didn’t get the response she wanted.
She had made him write with that nasty quill, a blood quill he believe it was called, using it in his detentions to write lines. A few bloody scratches on his hands were tolerable at first, but the problem came when she demanded he stay for overnight detention, having him write from dusk till dawn with the enchanted quill using his own blood.
Ever since then he had avoided detentions, using years of ingrained avoidance tactics he had learned from Privet Drive to do so. The woman was ruthless, and him having even a hair out of place could get him in trouble around Umbridge. Any excuse she could come up with was used to further her vendetta against him, meaning that Umbridge sending Pansy after them was very worrying.
“Bollocks.” Ron swore. “We need to get out of here!”
“Agreed.” Harry nodded, turning to Ron. “Let’s go.”
Ron glanced at Pansy, still tied up on the ground. Even if Umbridge didn’t have solid proof, finding Parkinson tied up, or even just going off her word, would give the woman enough evidence to get him in trouble. “I’ll take care of her.”
“You sure, mate?”
“Definitely.” Harry levitated Pansy’s bound form. “You take off, and I’ll meet you back at the dorms later.”
“Alright then.” Ron took off, running down the opposite hallway.
He levitated her with him as he strode down the hall and into an abandoned classroom. A notice-me-not and silencing charm on the door was enough to hide them inside. Even then he held her bound form against himself, so she wouldn’t be able to wiggle away and alert the others outside.
Harry could hear them outside the room, the other on-duty prefects, mostly Slytherins by his guess, along with Umbridge. The fat toad was starting to get on his nerves, her constant taunts and punishments were something he had been able to avoid as of recently, but she was starting to get desperate.
Her being here was strange in his mind. Him and Ron had decided to explore the school for a place to practice magic, telling only their dorm mates where they were going. Neville had given them the location for a secret room his Gran had told him about, and Seamus along with Dean had been there as well. The fact that Pansy, along with Umbridge and the other Prefects knew exactly where they were had stark implications.
Pansy wiggled against him, growling at him in anger as he held her body flush against his own. He held her closer, trying to make her quiet, and his nose was pressed against her hair. Harry couldn’t help but smell her hair, the magical shampoo she no doubt used had an amazing smell.
Her fat arse pressed tightly against his crotch, the fat cheeks squishing against his soft shaft. She had an amazing arse, and it only seemed to fatten and develop since last year, making it big and round. It was soft, the two big cheeks smothering his shaft through the layers of clothing between them.
He started to harden, the constant movement of her body against his organ sent blood rushing down to his cock.
Pansy suddenly froze, and he felt a wave of embarrassment rush through him. No doubt she could feel his shaft rubbing between her fat cheeks. He felt horrified, as if he was taking advantage of their situation, but he couldn’t chance her getting free and telling Umbridge.
Parkinson moved suddenly, slowly rubbing her arse against his length as he held her. She moved faster, and soon she was clearly dry-humping his clothed shaft with her bound form.
Harry couldn’t help it, he groaned as his cock became erect, his trousers becoming so tight that they might rip. Pansy only moved harder against him, dry-humping him with her bound form, panting hard as she did so.
“Fuck, what are you doing?” Harry groaned.
The ropes suddenly fell to the ground, dispelling and leaving her still held against his body. Pansy breathed in sharply, her face red as she panted. “P-Please.”
“What?”
“Please!” She begged, looking at him desperately as her arse still rubbed his clothed shaft. She could have run away at this point, but instead she stayed with him. “I want you! Morgana, I’ve never felt this good!”
Harry opened his mouth to speak, only for her to move. She moved in and claimed his open lips, kissing him lightly for what felt like forever until it suddenly changed, become aggressive as they devoured each other.
Pansy turned and moved back before pulling down her skirt, and his eyes widened as he took in her bubble butt held back by lace panties. Her shirt came off next, and he saw the back of her black bra.
Her arse was her best feature, the panties she wore barely containing the fat arse cheeks that he desperately wanted to grab and grope. She moved and pushed them down, her bare arse becoming visible along with the tiny lips of her pussy.
“You can have it.” She said breathlessly. “Please just- I need you, Potter.”
Harry tentatively moved, his hand reaching out with caution before resting gently on her right arse cheek. He gave it a soft squeeze, feeling the soft skin and cushioned fat. It activated something in him, a desperate need that he hadn’t released.
His hands moved to his trousers, unbuttoning them swiftly, then his underwear. Pansy gasped as his cock was revealed, a massive pole of meat that was bigger than she could have imagined. It rested on her naked back, the huge mast heavily resting against her skin. It was huge, bigger than any cock she had seen or heard about, longer than her forearm and thicker than a broom. An angry red head rested at the tip of it, bigger than her fists, staring her down. A gigantic sack rested at the base, containing two huge balls closer in side to a bludger than a snitch.
Pansy knew that powerful wizards were rumored to have above-average genitalia, with the rumors about Merlin and all that, but this was simply obscene. Yet her pussy gushed at the sight, and she felt the instinctive need to worship him, to pleasure Harry Potter and let him breed her.
Harry moved, slowly pulling his hips back as he lined up the tip of his shaft with Pansy’s pussy lips. It was an obscene sight, attempting to fit such a large shaft into such a tight space.
He push forwards anyways, the head breaking in to her sacred place, as Pansy panted and moaned.
He moved gently, trying not to hurt her as he pushed more and more of his shaft into her as comfortably as he could. Pansy moaned and panted, sweat pouring from her form as her entire body quivered.
He tried to be gentle and to take it slow, he really did, but it got harder to do so as time went on. This was the bitch who had hung around Malfoy for years, who had bullied him, who had bullied Hermoine, and the rest of his friends. She didn’t deserve comfort.
With a sudden violent slam he forced the rest of his massive shaft into her. Her fat arse collided with a thunderous clap against his thighs. Her pussy was stretched obscenely, so much so that he knew that she would be ruined for anyone else. His balls collided against her bare arse, making a smacking noise when they did so.
Pansy screamed in pleasure and pain. Her legs gave out and he gave a growl as only his arms and massive cock held her body up. Her arms moved everywhere as she desperately tried to cling on to something.
Harry didn’t care. He began thrusting, slamming her body up and down his shaft as he focused on ruining Pansy Parkinson.
“Fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK!” Pansy chanted, panting and moaning loudly as he thrusted into her. “H-How can you be so big?!”
Harry snorted, reaching up and grabbing her back bra strap for leverage as he pounded her. His other hand going to spank her arse cheek.
SLAP
“UGH! FUCK!”
SLAP
Pansy screamed in pleasure, her pussy squirming around him as he felt her cum. He ripped her bra off, throwing the black lace bra to the side as he reached up and groped both her breasts. They weren’t exactly big, but Pansy wasn’t exactly flat chested either. Harry roughly held them, his hands wrapping around her chest as he used her upper body as more leverage to fuck the shit out of her.
“Y-You’ve ruined me!” Pansy said shakily, desperately trying to adjust to the pounding he was giving her.
“For who? Malfoy?” Harry asked with some cynicism. “Why would that be?”
“You’re so much bigger than him!” Pansy moaned out.
He felt his cock twitch with pride. It was weird to be praised during rough sex with his enemy’s lover. It gave him a strange sense of superiority, to know that Draco’s whore thought he was better at sex than him. Harry couldn’t help himself, “How much bigger?”
“Fuck! Your balls are bigger than his baby cock!”
Harry groaned at her praise, leaning over her form to give himself more leverage as he fucked her. His hands roamed over her body, his right hand landing on her stomach and feeling the tubular bulge that was the imprint of his shaft on her stomach. His cock was so massive he could feel it through her stomach, hollowing out in insides as he got closer to his release.
The clapping sounds in the abandoned room now mixed with wet squelching noises, along with the screams and moans of Pansy Parkinson. Harry could feel his relief coming, and somehow thrusted even harder into her as his shaft seemed to double in size. His balls squelched with powerful magic, shooting the first of many massive loads into her.
Pansy moaned as he came, and he could feel her stomach bulge out as his load filled her. He didn’t cum too often, but when he did it was always a mess due to the sheer volume of seed he could produce. It filled her to the brim, making the witch look pregnant, before it became too much and squeezed out of the crack between his shaft and her pussy lips, dripping down onto the stone floor.
When his release was over, he pulled his shaft out of her with a loud squelch, causing her to moan pathetically. Harry snorted and grabbed her sweaty hair, using it to clean his dirty cock, all the while Pansy stayed limp.
“P-Potter.” Pansy moaned out, almost sounding incoherent. “We have to do this again.”
“Maybe.” Harry shrugged, putting his robes back on as the witch finally moved over and rested against a nearby wall. “That said, don’t expect me to ask you on a date to Hogsmeade anytime soon.”
“Any girl would be lucky to get asked out to Hogsmeade by you.” Pansy snorted. “I don’t consider myself so lucky as to get asked out by the great Harry Potter.”
“I honestly doubt any girl would want to go to Hogsmeade with me.” Harry replied bitterly. “After all, who would want to go out with the insane lunatic who everyone thinks is a murderer?”
“You would be surprised.” Pansy gave a small laugh. “Chang has been following you around like a lost puppy since term started, that’s not even mentioning all the girls who wanted to go to the ball with you last year. Hell, even that French girl kissed you.”
He felt his trousers tighten at the mention of Fleur, and tried to move on to a different subject. His gaze suddenly turned serious, looking at her in a way that made her bite her lip. “You better not tell Umbridge anything.”
“Don’t worry, Potter, I know when to keep my mouth shut.”
“Why did you even attack us anyways? Did Umbridge order you to?”
“Me and the other prefects got called to her office, and she ordered us to search this part of the school. She didn’t explicitly say so, but it was pretty obvious she was trying to catch you.”
“How did she even know that me and Ron would be in this part of Hogwarts?” Harry asked, feeling worried. If Umbridge had some sort of spying system set up their entire plan could be useless. That was unless one of their friends betrayed them. “Did you see anyone else by Umbridge’s office? Any Gryffindors?”
Pansy rubbed her chin in thought. “There was one, Finnigan. He was leaving her classroom when we got there.”
“Damn. He sold us out!” Harry seethed. “I guess Umbridge somehow got to him.”
“She’s started doing that lately.” Pansy warned him. “Usually she likes to make promises and deals to get ahead, and when that doesn’t work she resorts to threats. A fair amount of Slytherin students I know are working for her, passing her information and what not.”
It seemed that Umbridge had gone much further with her plan than Harry had originally believed. He had thought the worst she could do was her simple bullying and detentions, but implanting spies among the student population was a whole other ordeal. Including his own roommates.
His eyes narrowed as he remembered what Pansy said about Umbridge recruiting Slytherins. “Does that include you?”
“Touché.” Pansy rolled her eyes. “But clearly not anymore.”
“Truly?” Harry asked, sounding unimpressed.
“What will it take, Potter? Do you want me to suck your dick again? Maybe let you fuck me a few times prove to you that I’m on your side?” Instead of sounding bitter, Pansy actually sounded quite enthused about the idea, if that was even possible.
“Maybe.” Harry rested a firm hand in her hair, and watched as she seemed to eagerly lean into his touch. “I’ll pass you a note for when we should meet next. Or, better yet, I’ll come find you.”
A/N: Since option (B) won the poll, this will be the first chapter of the new story! You can expect Harry to be paired with considerably more witches in this story, and not limited to older women like he is in Maturity of Magic.
Comments
Pierrick Giannetti
Génial ! Et j'adore Pansy
yan boul
I feel that Harry is going to have fun... plus he started with the hardest house.
Daeron Targaryen
Good start but I think Harry might be a bit too hung.
Aditya viswanathan
The idea sounds interesting. But will he use Bellatrix as a fuck slave? Or will he make Mrs. Zabini his mistress like in Maturity of Magic? Both ideas are pretty good to me. Oh can't forget Narcissa and Andromeda as well.
