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Tenebrae Et Lux Ch. 3 and 4
🕑 Added 2023-05-17 16:35:05 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Bondage, Caning, Masochism, Teasing, Rough, Deflowering.
Wednesday grinned as she was finally cornered in an upstairs bedroom of the delightfully dilapidated shack she had been running through. She slowly turned around to face her predator, trying and failing to look afraid. Unlike most prey, she wanted to be chased. She wanted to be caught, pinned down, and devoured.
There was just something about Harry Potter that drew her to him like a moth to a flame.
She slowly backed away from his large frame, an impish smile on her face. “Looks like you’ve caught me, sir,” she teased when her legs hit the bed. “Guess I’m yours,” she breathed, her pulse quickening as Harry closed the distance between them.
“Guess you are.” Harry reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, dragging her tiny body into his embrace. “Mine,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling her pale skin.
Wednesday shuddered in his arms, biting her lip to stifle the embarrassing moan that threatened to escape her throat.
Most people thought she despised companionship and romance. They thought wrong. While it was true that the idea of traditional romantic gestures and norms made her nauseous… she had also grown up in the shadow of her parents.
A part of her craved the love and devotion she saw on display day in and day out, but if there was one thing she had learned from her parents it was that her affection, devotion, and submission had to be earned by the right person. A person who wanted her for who she was, not who they wanted her to be.
And Harry Potter was doing a damn fine job of proving just that.
The thought of finally meeting a partner worthy of her devotion caused a trickle of arousal to seep out of her virgin pussy. She whimpered as Harry grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs apart, the tangy aroma of her juices hanging heavy in the air around them.
“Wednesday.”
The way he growled her name sent a shiver down her spine. He flipped her around, an arm wrapping around her slender waist and pulling her back to his chest before she could escape. The straps of her bra scraped against her soft skin as he dragged them down her arms. The flimsy lace fabric fluttered to the floor, her firm breasts gently bouncing as they sprang free.
“Do you think I’m going to fuck this now?” Harry asked in a whisper, caressing her dripping slit.
A pleasant haze had settled over her mind the minute his hand pushed between her parted legs. “Hmm?” Wednesday hummed distractedly. Her attention was completely focused on his calloused fingers tracing the slick petals that guarded her womanhood.
SMACK!
Wednesday felt the sting of the slap to her pussy deep within her core. She doubled over in Harry’s arms, gasping for breath.
Harry shoved her onto the bed, the rough treatment causing a gush of arousal to seep out of her aching core. Her lover was sweet, sentimental, and unfailingly kind, but there was a delightfully ravenous darkness within him that she loved to feed during their sessions. All it took was a tiny encouraging push from her and he slipped into Domspace, turning into her strict dominant.
“Pay attention when I speak,” Harry growled. He grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He lifted her right leg off the bed and bent it at the knee, pressing her ankle against her thigh and securing the two together with a piece of rope conjured from his wand. Her left leg got the same treatment, bound in place using rough hemp ropes. Her soles were now pointing up in the air instead of resting on the bed, the entire weight of her lower body supported by her poor knees. “Do you think I should fuck you now?”
“I think my answer doesn’t matter, sir,” Wednesday murmured, shifting her hands to ensure she didn’t lose her precariously maintained balance. She desperately tried to keep her composure, determined not to let Harry realize just how much his actions affected her. Unable to help herself, she added cheekily, “But I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how slow you are. No wonder it took you seven years to defeat that incompetent megalomaniac,” she teased, swaying as she wiggled her ass playfully.
“Careful, Miss Addams,” Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. He quietly padded over to grab the thin wooden cane resting in one corner of the room.
“Or what?” Wednesday challenged. “You’ll cuddle me as punish-”
The cane swished through the air, the loud CRACK when it made contact with her firm ass echoing around the room.
“HARRY!” Wednesday screamed. Her eyes flew open in shock, the pleasant haze surrounding her mind evaporating, then returning with a vengeance. Her ass was on fire, a pain unlike any other she’d felt before radiating from the long red welt that had formed on her unnaturally pale skin. A sob built up in her throat, spilling out along with tears when his thumb roughly traced the long bruise on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, princess, I didn’t quite catch that last bit,” Harry murmured calmly, daring her to be cheeky again. He shifted the cane lower, lazily tapping her unblemished skin with it.
Wednesday had never been one to shirk from a challenge.
“Pay attention when I speak,” Wednesday threw his own words back at him breathlessly. She braced herself for the next strike. She did not have to wait too long.
CRACK!
Harry brought the cane down on her ass with enough force to leave another parallel welt on her ass a few inches below the first one.
“SIR!” Wednesday screamed, her shriek echoing around the room. Tears streamed down her cheeks, washing away the last of her eyeliner. Her face was a hodgepodge of tears, mascara, and dried cum. She flicked her tongue to the corner of her lips, lapping up a dollop of cum stubbornly clinging to her skin. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the salty taste.
“What’re you doing, Miss Addams?”
“Well, sir,” Wednesday drawled, drawing out the title. There was nothing in the world she enjoyed more than toying with him, then suffering her hard-earned consequences. “Since you’re being so slow, I had to take matters into my own hands. I’m just a poor girl trying to get your seed in my belly,” Wednesday teased, demonstrating remarkable resilience. Most girls in her position would have stopped sassing their dominant, overcome by the combination of pain and Subspace.
Harry ignored her teasing. “What’s your safeword?”
Wednesday chuckled darkly. “I-if you think… if you think I’m going to need to safeword after-”
CRACK!
“MURDER! Murder is my safeword!” Wednesday whined, her legs trembling helplessly under the ropes binding them in place. Her mind went blank, overloaded with pain and a strangely blissful floaty sensation. The pain finally pushed the masochist deep into Subspace, stripping away her bratty tendencies. Suddenly all she cared about was obeying him, a feeling entirely foreign to her.
If she didn’t have her visions to guide her, the almost supernatural hold he had on her would have terrified the crap out of her. She didn’t have the greatest luck when it came to men after all. But even visions of a happy marriage and a delightfully terrifying family weren’t enough to prevent her body from trembling with fear as she awaited his next move.
Harry had put much more force into the final strike than the initial two, leaving an enormous welt right in the middle of her ass, in between the ones he had created previously.
“Do you find this arousing, Wednesday?” Harry teased. He shifted one end of the cane between her legs, the thin wooden rod pushing between her slick pussy lips. He rotated it slowly, letting the arousal dripping from her wet slit coat its surface. Although he had framed it as a question, it was obvious to anyone with eyes (and a nose) just how aroused she was.
He wanted to hear her admit it, Wednesday realized, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Unfortunately, her inner brat chose that moment to make a reappearance and she slowly bucked her hips, choosing to rub her pussy against the cane instead of answering.
It will be a cold day in hell before I give you the satisfaction-
CRACK!
While the strike was softer than the previous one, it was delivered precisely to her throbbing core.
“When I ask you a question, Miss Addams, I expect an answer,” Harry said coldly. He pulled the cane away from her pussy, striking the soles of her feet in quick succession.
Wednesday moaned loudly, her pussy gushing uncontrollably. “Yes, sir!” She sobbed as she collapsed onto the bed, her hands no longer able to support her. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her tiny chest heaved as she gasped for breath.
Wednesday tensed in anticipation of the next strike, but it didn’t come. Instead, she heard the bed creak after a minute, the mattress sinking under Harry’s weight behind her. The ropes binding her legs fell away and she sighed in relief as she was finally allowed to rest her sore legs on the bed.
Harry grabbed her pigtails and pulled her limp body flush against his bare chest, his eyes fixed on the gentle bounce of her creamy mounds. Harry slowly reached out with his hands to grab her pert breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to lazily knead her breasts.
“My little hellcat,” Harry teased, chuckling at her shameless mewls. She had finally lost all control. The masochistic submissive she worked so hard to keep under wraps and under control was finally free and out to play. And all she wanted to do was please the man who took such good care of her. “You’re mine, aren’t you Wednesday?”
“Body and soul,” Wednesday pledged. Her heart was a shriveled, useless thing, not a worthy offering for him. But the rest… the rest was his.
His hand pushed between her slick thighs, fingers gently caressing her bruised lips. Wednesday groaned at the sudden throb of pain from the increased pressure. “Who does this belong to?” Harry asked, toying with her.
“You, sir,” Wednesday breathed. The tension coiling in the pit of her stomach grew with every passing second and a part of her was afraid she’d explode before his cock got anywhere near her aching core.
“Correct.” Wednesday blushed at his amused chuckle. She growled and squirmed helplessly in his arms, trying to fight the overwhelming desire to be a good girl for Harry Potter. “Do you think I should fuck it? Have you earned that privilege, princess?”
The snarky retort she thought up in her head died before it even reached her lips. What emerged instead was a needy whine, followed by an equally needy and quiet, “Please!”
“There’s no shame in submission, Wednesday,” Harry whispered. His lips gently caressed her red face, kissing away the tears staining her skin.
Wednesday nodded and spread her legs further for him. He was right of course, but she’d never admit it to him. She wasn’t ashamed. In that moment, all she felt was pride. He had earned her submission, earned the right to see her at her most vulnerable.
“Mine,” Harry whispered, grabbing the base of his throbbing manhood. He slowly guided his tip to her pussy, kissing her to drown out the quiet shriek when he split her stinging lips with his girth.
“Yours,” Wednesday echoed against his lips. She bore down on his shaft, her walls aching as they stretched to accommodate him. Her virgin pussy was unaccustomed to anything thicker and longer than her fingers. She suspected she wouldn’t have been able to take him at all had it not been for her arousal coating his length and easing his way in.
Harry paused when his tip pushed against her intact hymen, giving her a minute’s reprieve to catch her breath.
The burning in her core subsided to a pleasant ache, the tension in her belly building up to unbearable levels. She was going to explode and she was determined to take him over the edge with her.
“Last chance to back out,” Harry murmured, kissing her shoulder. “Are you sure you want this?” His voice was shy, so very different from the confident and in-control dominant he had been just moments ago.
She didn’t need a clear mind to pick up on the question he left unasked.
Was she sure she wanted him?
She answered it by grabbing his thighs for leverage and forcing herself down on the shaft, letting it impale her. “Yes,” she moaned, a fresh wave of tears leaking out of her eyes as his cock tore through her hymen and plunged deep into her belly. “Yes, I do,” she whispered breathlessly.
Virgin no more, she thought as she felt the trickle of blood flow down her thigh. She slowly lowered herself on his cock, struggling to take the entirety of his length. Her walls screamed in protest as they were stretched to their limits yet she kept soldiering on, ignoring the dull throbbing in her core.
“Patience,” Harry whispered, grabbing her hips once he was halfway inside her. He stopped her from going any further, making sure her body had the time it needed to adjust to his girth. “We have all the time in the world,” he murmured, taking over from the inexperienced girl. His grip on her hips kept her in place while his free hand made its way between her spread legs. His fingers traced her stinging labia, drawing a quiet hiss from her lips. He kept going, locating her clit and giving the sensitive nub the gentlest of pinches.
“S-sir,” Wednesday moaned breathily, bucking her hips in an effort to bear down on his cock. He felt so so good, yet his denial of further pleasure was an exquisitely pleasurable torture all by itself.
“Hush darling,” Harry murmured. He slowly pulled her down on his cock, at a pace entirely unacceptable to the needy girl. “As I said, we have all the time in the world,” he murmured, lazily massaging her clit.
No we don’t! I’m going to-
“Haaaary!” Wednesday moaned wantonly. The orgasm surprised her unprepared body, the coil of tension in her belly exploding without warning. Thick dribbles of her juices dripped from her stretched pussy and splashed onto the bed below, staining the pristine white sheets. She was gasping for breath, had lost all control over her body and her tongue and he wasn’t even fully sheathed inside her.
The humiliation of her current situation was surprisingly just as arousing as everything else he was doing to her.
Harry waited for her pussy walls to stop clamping and fluttering around his length before he continued his lazy push inside her, slowly driving the girl crazy with lust.
“Please…” Wednesday begged, her breathing ragged.
Harry pinched her clit and roughly twisted the nub, drawing a loud moan from her lips. “Please what, Wednesday?”
“Please fuck me,” Wednesday mumbled, helplessly grinding against him for relief.
“I couldn’t hear you,” Harry growled, scraping her clit with his nail.
The sharp sting sent a jolt racing up her spine, destroying the last shred of self-control she had stubbornly held onto.
“Please fuck me!” The embarrassed girl moaned loudly despite the heavy blush coating her cheeks. “Please,” Wednesday whispered, seeing stars as Harry slowly sheathed himself inside her. Wednesday watched her the tiny bulge in her stomach through half-lidded eyes, her mind gloriously blank.
Harry didn’t bother with gentleness or a gradually increasing pace. He pulled out of her until only his tip remained in her tight pussy. He lulled her into a false sense of security before ramming back into her with as much force he could muster, his girth roughly stretching out her walls.
“Please… Please… PLEASE!” Wednesday moaned, squirming helplessly in Harry’s arms as he effortlessly kept up the pace, driving the girl wild with his slow, deep thrusts. That, combined with his lazy massage of her clit meant that she was close to another orgasm within minutes, but this time she was determined to pull him over the edge with her.
She didn’t have to work too hard. Harry was barely holding on. His breathing was ragged and he was seeing stars with every insistent flutter of her tight walls. They massaged his shaft with every thrust, trying to milk him for his seed.
“Cum in me,” Wednesday demanded in a low growl, reaching back with a shaky hand to slowly fondle his balls. She rolled the cum-engorged orbs between her fingers, applying the barest hint of pressure. The unexpected groan spilling from his lips let her know she was on the right track and she increased the speed and intensity of her massage, both lovers holding onto each other for dear life as they tumbled over the edge.
“W-Wednesday!” Harry groaned, the tension building up in the pit of his belly and his balls seconds away from exploding. “Fuck, you feel so good!” he moaned as he came. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, peppering her sweaty skin with kisses as his throbbing manhood painted her walls with rope after rope of his cum, slowly filling her up with his warm seed.
The warmth slowly spreading through her core destroyed what little resolve she had left and she came with a loud moan, squirting all around the cock splitting her in two.
They held each other for what felt like eternity, both trying to catch their breaths and hold onto the fuzzy afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss.
I could get used to this, Wednesday thought, groaning in disappointment as Harry pulled her free off his softening cock and gently laid her exhausted body onto the bed below. The emptiness in her core felt wrong, unnatural.
He belonged within her, filling her womb with his seed. She closed her eyes, another vision of her presenting their daughter with her first knife flashing through her mind.
The loud creak of the mattress as Harry slumped down on the bed next to her pulled her free from the vision of their future before she could get too carried away. She struggled playfully as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her tired body on top of his before wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.
She fit perfectly on top of him. It was quite unfair, Wednesday decided, the way her tiny body could easily rest on top of his large frame. In the past, such size differences had made her feel quite murderous. The possessors of the large bodies had, without fail, been patronizing idiots who thought they were better and more powerful than her simply because of their size.
Harry could easily snap her like a twig if he wanted to. Of that, there was no doubt. She even suspected it would be a strangely enjoyable and interesting death. But he treated her like his equal while making it clear she was to be his submissive and the perfect dichotomy of the two realities caused a strange feeling to flutter in her chest.
Maybe it was the bloody cardiac anomaly finally coming to claim her mortal vessel.
Or, the voice in her head sounded suspiciously like Enid. You’re just nervous because you like him.
Shut up, Wednesday scolded herself, her fingers lazily caressing the firm muscles of Harry’s chest. She traced a pale scar, trying to ignore the ember of concern in the back of her mind at the wound’s location. It was far too close to his heart for comfort.
A gentle tug to her pigtails pulled her free from her reverie. She stretched languidly, peering up at her lover through her thick lashes.
“You look like a very content cat,” Harry teased, chuckling tiredly.
“You should have seen the cat costume Enid forced me into for a silly race,” Wednesday murmured. She lazily ran her nails down his chest, her eyes glowing with satisfaction at his quiet hiss. She had sharp claws and it would be beneficial for their relationship if he learned early on that she wasn’t afraid to use them.
“Cat costume?” Harry asked hoarsely, his cock twitching against her thigh as the image of his hellcat dressed in black kitty ears and a collar bearing his name coaxed it back to life. “Do you still have it?”
“No,” Wednesday lied. Like all gifts from her best friend, the silly costume she’d made her wear all those years ago was safely tucked away in the back of her closet. She felt a twinge of guilt at the lie, which she ruthlessly suppressed.
“What were you thinking about?” Harry asked, changing the subject.
“We should have a formal arrangement,” Wednesday said, responding to his question without directly answering it. She found the thought of lying to him to be strangely uncomfortable, but there was no reality in which she would admit to him that she had been worried about the old wounds scattered across his chest and give him (the entirely mistaken) impression that she was a sentimental sap who was concerned about his well-being.
“A formal arrangement?”
Wednesday flushed at the rumble of laughter echoing below her.
“What sort of formal arrangement, princess?” Harry asked before she could speak, his eyes sparkling.
“One where you do not see other girls. In exchange, you can use me whenever and wherever you desire,” Wednesday murmured, resting her head back down on his chest. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the steady THUMP of his heart. She drew strength from it, forging ahead with her demand, “We can also spend time together outside detention. If you want.”
“Are you asking me out, Wednesday Addams?”
Chapter 4
She flushed at the amused tone of his voice. “I told you. I do not date,” Wednesday growled, sinking her nails into his skin. “Do I look like the kind of girl who enjoys the notion of tea shops and roses?”
“Is Hermione taking Enid to Madame Puddifoot’s?” Harry guessed, groaning quietly. Her nails were digging into his chest with enough force to draw blood, tiny drops of red staining Wednesday’s digits. He was utterly and irrevocably fucked, and he knew it. His plans for a quiet, uneventful year? Tossed out of the window by a tiny hellcat named Wednesday Addams.
“Yes. Why?” Wednesday blinked.
“Nothing. Enid’s going to love it,” Harry chuckled. “But, circling back to us-” His hands roved over her body, finally resting on her firm ass. He lapsed into silence for a minute, trying to figure out a term to define their relationship that would be acceptable to his girlfriend who wasn’t a girlfriend. “Would you prefer to be my submissive, Wednesday Addams?”
“S-sir,” Wednesday groaned quietly as his fingers caressed the red welts on her skin left by the cane. The dull ache in her ass flared, and she struggled against the haze that threatened to overcome her mind. “What does that mean?” she asked cautiously. She knew what it meant in theory, but a part of her (the part that very annoyingly felt like kissing Harry every time Parvati Patil eyed him in the Great Hall) wanted to hear it out loud.
“It means… it means I give you my dedication in exchange for your submission,” Harry murmured, gently massaging her bruised ass. Wednesday mewled, her cheeks burning at the embarrassing sound that escaped her lips. “It means you sit with me in the Great Hall and you kneel under my desk gagging on my cock in the evenings. It means picnics by the Whomping Willow and late-night floggings in the newly repaired Room of Requirement,” Harry whispered, kissing her head.
Wednesday considered his proposal. He understood her in a way that bordered on the supernatural, and if she didn’t know any better she would have suspected him of being a very adept Legilimens. “No dates?”
“No dates. No roses. Definitely no afternoon jaunts to Madame Puddifoot’s. I will not go out with anyone else but-” Harry paused, chuckling internally at his own words. He’d said it as if he had any desire to date other girls. A single month with the dark-eyed goth on top of him was enough for him to realize that when it came to romantic partners, no one would ever be as good for him as Wednesday Addams. “You’re not my girlfriend.”
“I’m your submissive,” Wednesday echoed with a satisfied groan. His fingers had found her tight slit, the gentle caress to her bruised petals causing her to black out for a second. Her hips subconsciously bucked against his hand, her body betraying the desire she worked so hard to keep hidden.
“There’s just one thing to discuss then,” Harry whispered.
“What’s that?” She had an inkling of what he would ask. He’d negotiated cuddles and aftercare after every spanking during her detentions with him, so much so that Enid had taken to cracking extremely unfunny ‘sub’ jokes around Harry. Wednesday lowered her head to his chest, gently kissing his scratched skin. The man had enough scars to last him a lifetime. The part of her that wasn’t envious decided she would try to heal some, not add her own.
The idea of following in her mother’s footsteps and doting on a man worthy of her attention wasn’t… entirely revolting. She’d stomach the disgustingly smushy parts for Harry.
“The notion of an arrangement implies an exchange…” Harry murmured, groaning at the gentle caress of her soft, dark lips. “What do I get out of this?”
Wednesday snorted, then rolled her eyes fondly. She should have realized her extremely witty lover would come up with some novel way to get what he wanted. She still didn’t understand his preoccupation with wanting to take care of her. What kind of man turned down uncomplicated hard fucking in favor of taking care of the girl who offered it?
“Sex is much more fun when you’re not hungry,” Harry murmured, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I know this was your first time, but you’ll see what I mean.”
“You lied when you told me you’re horrible at Legilimency,” Wednesday accused. She stared at him, her dark eyes boring into his face, searching him for evidence of dishonesty.
“No,” Harry laughed. “I didn’t. I’ve just gotten very good at guessing what’s on your mind, Wednesday Addams. So, what do I get from this arrangement?” he asked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
If he wanted to make it a game, she’d play along.
Wednesday pushed herself away from his chest, her knees resting on either side of his body as she straddled his waist. She tilted her head and arched her back, unashamedly putting her petite body on display for him. “This,” she whispered with an impish grin, slowly grinding against his twitching cock. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes hungrily roved over her slender figure before finally settling on her firm, pert breasts. They quivered with every breath and she arched her back further, inviting him to take what she was offering.
To his credit, he resisted the irresistible.
“I… want… more,” Harry gasped. He clutched the bedsheet under him so hard that his knuckles turned white, the man desperately holding out for a better bargain.
“What do you have in mind?” Wednesday gently flicked her nipple, exaggerating her breathy moans for his benefit. Every moan was louder than the last and each was a dent in his resolve. Wednesday knew he’d break sooner or later, flip her over, and fuck her raw. All she had to do was stick to what she was already doing.
A lesser man would have already broken by now, Wednesday mused, increasing the pace of her humping.
“If you’re… fuck…” Harry groaned, his cock already hard and raring to go. “If you’re satisfied with our… arrangement after a week… I get to collar you,” Harry mumbled, clutching the sheets tighter.
Wednesday nearly fell off his lap in surprise. “You want to collar me?” she asked, her normally deadpan voice animated. “I thought you’d negotiate for cuddles.”
“Cuddles are an implied and intrinsic part of our arrangement, princess,” Harry said with a breathless chuckle.
“We’ll cuddle for ten minutes and only after you do something that involves bruises, welts, or me crying,” Wednesday offered. She rested her dainty hands on his broad chest to keep her balance, her eyes locked with his. “My best and only offer.”
“I thought we were negotiating your collaring.”
“There’s nothing to negotiate,” Wednesday replied with a shrug. “I’ll let you collar me.” She bent and captured his lips for an uncharacteristically gentle kiss.
Flowers, she hated with a passion. A band of leather around her neck symbolizing her commitment to her dominant?
That, Wednesday decided, she could do.
It took Harry a minute to get over his shock and reciprocate. “I didn’t think you’d agree to my proposal this easily.”
A permanent symbol of our bond around my neck driving all those insipid girls circling you like sharks crazy? Where do I sign up?
Putting self-appointed ‘Queen Bees’ in their rightful place was a simple pleasure she had enjoyed since her early years in Nevermore. The thought of Parvati Patil seething with rage at the sight of Harry choosing her out of everyone in the castle to be his collared submissive was almost enough to bring a smile to her face.
“I’m a complicated creature, Harry Potter,” Wednesday replied, her eyes alit with amusement. She slowly rolled off him, ignoring his disappointed groan when the pressure around his throbbing manhood disappeared.
“What’re you doing?” Harry demanded in a low growl, turning to his side to face her. Wednesday had fished her bra off the floor and was lazily slipping it back on, letting him have an unobstructed view of her body but staying tantalizing out of reach. Harry’s eyes flickered to her gleaming thighs and the white trickle slowly making its way down her right leg.
“We should check on Enid and Hermione,” Wednesday replied, pulling her hair free from the two black scrunchies holding them in place and quickly redoing her pigtails. Her face she cleaned with a simple wandless charm, washing away the make-up and tears staining her skin. “I’m worried about them.”
My girl-submissive is a fucking tease, Harry thought grumpily, trying to ignore his rock-hard cock.
“You’re not. You’re just being difficult,” Harry groused. He reached out to grab her arm, only for her to nimbly step away from him. Harry finally gave up and slipped out of bed, reluctantly padding around the room to retrieve his clothing.
“I’m always going to be difficult,” Wednesday whispered. She hugged him from behind, wrapping her slender arms around his waist. “Nothing will change that, not even a collar,” she added, slowly peppering the tanned skin of his back with black lip prints. She reached up and trapped his earlobe between her teeth, gently tugging on it.
“Wednesday…” Harry groaned. His cock was throbbing in his boxers, begging for attention that was nowhere to be found.
“I waited a month for you, sir, surely you can wait an afternoon?” She slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, giving it a playful squeeze before retreating. “You’re not the only one who can play this game…” Her voice was barely audible. Her hot breath tickled his skin as she leaned up to kiss his cheek before slipping away. She padded over to the door and waited for him to join her.
Harry had no choice but to follow. She deliberately stayed in front of him the entire time, swaying her hips with every step she took. His eyes were fixed on the gentle bounce of her bruised ass, the throbbing in his pants getting worse with every passing second.
She was egging him on with her actions and the teasing glances she shot back at him every few seconds, enticing him to give in and lose control. But he stubbornly held on, just as determined as she was to win their duel.
They walked down to the living room and Wednesday retrieved her short black dress and his cloak. She took her time pulling them on, giving him a slow and sensual reverse striptease.
“Mhm. I do love a strong man. I wonder what’ll happen when you finally snap?” Wednesday smirked. She leaned up to kiss him, her body pressed against his, giving him one last chance to lose the impressive level of self-control he had displayed throughout their courtship.
“There was a piece of a murderous maniac’s soul in me, Wednesday. I spend sleepless nights worrying not all of it left,” Harry whispered against her lips. “You won’t like it when I snap.”
“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. You won’t find out if you keep holding back,” Wednesday whispered before pulling away. She took his hand and pulled him through the house, trying to find the front door so they could go crash her best friend’s date.
They didn’t have to go far to find Enid and Hermione. They emerged from the house, arguing about whether or not the gashes on the walls left by Remus’ claws needed to be repaired.
Preoccupied as they were, they didn’t notice the couple walking up the short pathway leading to the house. Harry crashed into Enid, nearly sending the tiny blonde crashing to the ground. Only Hermione’s hasty intervention prevented that from happening. The Head Girl reached out to grab Enid’s arm, glaring goodnaturedly at Harry.
“Did your girlfriend finally make good on her threat to pluck out your eyes?” Hermione teased, staring at the disheveled couple in front of her with an amused smile on her face.
“She’s not-”
“I’m not-”
Harry and Wednesday spoke out at once before lapsing into silence. Harry’s cheeks turned pink. Wednesday on the other hand glared at both Enid and Hermione, daring them to say anything.
Enid, more than immune to her best friend’s threats and glares after years together clapped her hands and squealed in excitement. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Wednesday, pulling her into a hug.
Anyone else (even Harry) attempting something like that would have been an automatic death sentence. But with Enid, Wednesday merely tolerated the hug. Her arms remained firmly by her side, the girl determined not to feed her friend’s worst instincts.
“I can’t believe you finally did it!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Enid,” Wednesday said flatly.
“I smell him on you, silly!” Enid leaned closer, just as Wednesday leaned away. Wednesday begged Enid with her eyes to stop, only for the excited werewolf to completely miss the silent request. “All over you.” Enid frowned. “Even your hair. How did you get it in-”
“I uh… I slipped on a sock and my… essence… well it went flying everywhere,” Harry said with a straight face and a serious voice.
Enid turned to him with a frown. “Are you hurt?”
“Completely fine,” Harry reassured the peppy blonde with a smile.
Enid grinned and turned her attention back to her best friend.
“What’re you doing here?” Harry whispered to Hermione, trying his darndest not to smile at the sight in front of him. He was certain the retribution for any amusement he expressed at Wednesday’s current predicament would be both swift and brutal.
“Well, we finished with our tea date and I thought I’d show Enid the little present we’ve been working on for her. Imagine my surprise when on my way here not one, not two, but three different couples told me that new ghosts have taken up residence in the Shrieking Shack and are shrieking away,” Hermione said with a chuckle, her amused eyes not missing the changed dynamic between her best friend and the strange new exchange student from across the pond. Something had changed. “A terrified third-year Hufflepuff even mentioned that the word ‘murder’ was being yelled.”
Harry blushed. “I’d be careful about putting stock in unsubstantiated rumors, Hermione. Because I heard one that said you topped an adorable werewolf in the bathroom of Madame Puddifoot’s. Said werewolf was so distracted afterwards that she wore her skirt inside out and walked through all of Hogsmeade without noticing her mistake,” Harry whispered, nodding to the visible seams on Enid’s skirt.
Hermione’s eyes widened. “We should get back to the castle. It’s getting late. I can show you the Shrieking Shack the day of the full moon,” Hermione muttered, hastily grabbing Enid’s wrist and leading her back towards the village.
Wednesday sidled up to Harry. They were close enough that their hands brushed every few seconds as they walked. “Thank you,” she whispered, finally speaking up once they had crossed the village’s Main Street and were well on their way back to the castle. “Enid can get carried away sometimes,” she added, staring at the laughing couple in front of her.
“So can Hermione. They’re quite suited for each other.”
“Harry, I have to let you know, if Hermione breaks Enid’s heart-”
“She won’t,” Harry said firmly. “But if she does, I won’t stand in your way. Hermione’s a big girl. She can defend herself,” Harry said with a quiet chuckle. “Just… nothing too bad.”
“Minor maiming,” Wednesday offered.
Harry shook his head. “Minor bruising.”
“Severe bruising.”
“Moderate bruising,” Harry countered.
“Deal,” Wednesday murmured, bumping her shoulder with his.
Their trek across the grounds was interrupted by a loud, pitiful cry. Harry turned towards the sound, frowning when he realized it came from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, just a small distance away from Hagrid’s hut.
“Did you hear that?” Harry asked.
Hermione nodded, drawing out her wand. Harry followed suit, while Wednesday’s hand disappeared under her cloak and into the folds of her dress, clutching the hilt of the knife tucked away in a carefully made sheath that was a feature in all her dresses.
Enid tilted her head and stuck her nose in the air, sniffing the still winter air. “Smells like blood,” she murmured, suddenly worried.
Harry and Hermione exchanged quick glances before rushing in the direction of the cry. Wednesday was not far behind with Enid bringing up the rear.
At the very edge of the forest lay a tiny unicorn. It was a foal, not more than a few months old and very obviously injured.
“This isn’t good,” Harry murmured, slowly kneeling next to the injured unicorn. It shied away from the touch of a man, but was too weak to stop Harry from pushing away its mane so he could study the large gash in its skin.
It was clearly agitated however and Wednesday kneeled next to Harry, tugging on his wrist to pull his hand away from the poor creature. “Let me,” she whispered, gently pressing her palm against the wound to staunch the bleeding. To everyone’s surprise, the creature neighed in relief and immediately calmed down.
“Enid, can you go get Professor Hagrid? He should be in his hut. I can see smoke rising from the chimney,” Hermione said. She had her wand out and was facing the Forbidden Forest, her entire body tense.
Harry scrambled to his feet and quickly followed suit, whipping out his wand as his eyes scanned the treeline for signs of a threat.
“What’s going on?” Wednesday asked, looking up at them in confusion. She awkwardly ran her fingers through the distressed unicorn’s mane, trying to soothe the poor creature’s pain. She scowled when the creature neighed quietly and pushed its head up into her lap, snuggling into her for comfort.
Despite the terse situation Harry had to fight hard not to smile when Wednesday didn’t push the unicorn away, instead wrapping her free hand around the foal protectively.
“The last person to hurt a unicorn in this forest was Voldemort,” Harry replied, shifting to his right to shield the foal and Wednesday with his body.
“He’s dead,” Hermione replied, clutching her wand tight enough for her knuckles to turn white. The slur carved into the skin of her arm throbbed, an ever-present reminder of the suffering and misery they had suffered.
“We think he’s dead,” Harry reminded her. He focused on his scar, trying to call on his connection with the Dark Lord. Nothing. The gash had stayed quiet ever since that fateful night in the forest. “We think we destroyed all his Horcruxes. Do we know for sure?” Harry challenged.
“He can’t have split his soul into more than seven parts, Harry!”
“If anyone is insane enough to try, it’s him. Maybe Dumbledore missed one during his research and we didn’t pick up on it either. It doesn’t matter. We’ve beaten him before and if he has somehow returned, we’ll beat him again. How do we find out for sure if all his Horcruxes were destroyed?”
“I suppose the books will have some way to test for their presence,” Hermione muttered thoughtfully. “A lot of the magic in them escaped me when I first read them, but now that I’ve spent two years studying advanced Arithmancy in my spare time…”
“Where are they? Please tell me you didn’t destroy them.”
“What?!” Hermione sounded aghast at the idea of destroying knowledge, no matter how dangerous it was. “No! I didn’t want to risk leaving them in my dorms so I kept them in a box under a shelf in the Forbidden Section of the library. I placed a Fidelius over it so only I’d have access to them. I was going to take the books with us when we left.”
“We need to go to the library,” Harry muttered, relaxing slightly at the sight of Hagrid. His old friend closed the distance between them in a few steps, Enid running behind him in an attempt to keep up.
“Enid says there’s a hurt unicorn?” Hagrid asked, his bushy eyebrows pushed together in a frown.
Harry nodded and stepped aside, revealing Wednesday and the distressed foal in her lap.
“Do ya know who-”
“Sorry Hagrid.” Harry shook his head apologetically. “It was already wounded and alone when we got here on our way back from Hogsmeade.”
“Right. I’ll take her back to me hut. She should be fine as long as I stop the bleeding. Could do with some help tending to her wounds?” Hagrid asked hopefully. He bent and easily lifted the tiny unicorn in his arms.
“We’ll swing by later, Hagrid,” Harry said apologetically, ignoring Enid’s crestfallen expression. “We have somewhere to be right now.”
“Right.” Hagrid hurried back to his hut, knowing he had to stop the bleeding before the blood loss became too severe.
“Why can’t we go help?” Enid asked, pouting slightly.
“We need to go to the library,” Hermione replied, pulling the shorter girl into a hug and kissing her forehead. “But after that, I’m sure Hagrid won’t mind us dropping in to check on how she’s doing.”
“You alright?” Harry asked, helping Wednesday to her feet.
“Slightly nauseated.” Wednesday gestured to the cuteness on display in front of them with her blood-stained hands. “But I’ll live.”
Harry pressed his wand against her skin, cleaning the blood with a gentle scourgify.
“Wednesday Addams has a heart. Who knew?” Harry whispered as they followed the couple in front of them to the castle. Hermione was holding a visibly distraught Enid’s hand, their fingers threaded together. Harry knew better than to try the same with his girl-submissive.
Submissive. He had to get in the habit of calling her his submissive. He had no idea what she would do if he accidentally called her his girlfriend out loud and had no desire to find out.
“Speak of this to anyone and I will smother you in your sleep,” Wednesday replied coldly.
“No you won’t,” Harry grinned.
Wednesday scowled at him but was prevented from retorting by Professor McGonagall. The Headmistress was standing patiently by the large, iron-wrought doors of the castle and she was seemingly waiting for them.
“Miss Addams, a minute of your time please?”
“Is everything alright, professor?” Wednesday asked, adopting a neutral tone. She’d get her revenge on Harry later. After all, it was a dish best served cold.
“Yes. Your parents wrote to me about your familiar,” Professor McGonagall replied. “After giving the matter careful thought, I am inclined to allow you an exception to the cat, owl, or toad rule that Hogwarts enforces.”
She stepped aside, a small smile on her face.
“Thing!” Wednesday exclaimed. She scooped up the disembodied hand hiding behind the Headmistress.
I missed you too, Thing gestured.
Thankfully, the only person other than Wednesday who understood the gesture was Enid, who squealed and clapped her hands together in joy.
“Yes, I know. Enid is still just as insufferable,” Wednesday said, a small smile on her face. “Hasn’t learned a thing.”
Her best friend rolled her eyes.
“The rules that apply to other familiars also apply to… Thing,” Professor McGonagall reminded Wednesday.
“Understood, professor.” Wednesday nodded, raising her hand to allow Thing to hop onto her shoulder.
“Potter. Granger. Miss Sinclair.” Professor McGonagall nodded to each in turn. “I wish you all a very good day.” With that, she walked around them and out of the castle.
They watched her take the path that led to Hogsmeade, waiting for her to disappear from sight before resuming their journey to the library. Harry didn’t know why he didn’t tell his old mentor about the unicorn (it wasn’t as if it would stay hidden from the Headmistress for too long), but it was a beautiful day and she had just as much a right to enjoy it as anyone else. Besides, he wanted to get his facts straight before he approached her or Kingsley.
The library was deserted, devoid even of the normally ever-present Madam Pince.
“Why is it called the Forbidden Section? Do people in this castle just like slapping ‘Forbidden’ before the names of places?” Wednesday asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s a misnomer. It’s not really Forbidden,” Hermione explained. “You just need a teacher’s permission to access the section. It used to be called the Restricted Section, I have no idea why they changed the name.”
“Or our permission, which is much easier to obtain,” Harry smirked. He grasped the brass doorknob, the door unlocking once the wards recognized his identity.
“Harry! We’ve had this discussion before,” Hermione growled, slipping into the secluded section after Wednesday and Enid. “You can’t just give permission to everyone who wants a peek. This place is dangerous!” She shook her head. Her friend had grown up a lot, but some parts of him would never change. Hermione walked over to the second aisle, kneeling to dispel the Fidelius. She retrieved the trunk neatly tucked under the bookshelf, checking it carefully to ensure it hadn’t been tampered with.
“It’s just books,” Enid said with a confused shrug.
“Books with instructions for making Deadly Draughts and casting the worst Hexes ever invented. Once I came across a book that meticulously laid out every poison without any known antidote and how to brew them,” Harry explained, looking around at the tattered and ominous texts arranged neatly on every shelf. “There’s this book that melts the flesh off your face if you open a certain page.”
Wednesday and Enid had very different reactions to this titibit of information. Enid appeared to be horrified that such texts existed and were stored in a school.
Wednesday had moved closer to Harry, trying her best to control her breathing. Near-death experiences. Eerie houses. Deadly poisons. Harry Potter really did know how to spoil a girl. “Logic dictates that this is a bad place to open that,” she said before Hermione could pop open the trunk. “You should take it back to your dorms. Enid you should go with her.”
Enid blushed heavily at the not so subtle suggestion. Hermione was not too different, both girls staring at the trunk with red cheeks.
“Why?” Enid squeaked, hastily withdrawing her hand from Hermione’s grasp.
“You can hear and smell someone before they even enter the dormitory and warn Hermione,” Wednesday suggested, her tone neutral. “There’s a reason why the contents of that trunk are being kept under the strongest protection charm in existence, yes?”
“I mean, it won’t be so bad here. The library is-”
Wednesday grabbed the bulge in Harry’s pants, immediately shutting him up. She tilted her head to look up at him with dark eyes filled with mischief, her hand discreetly massaging his growing erection.
Enid immediately smelled the arousal in the air and whipped her head up at Wednesday, giving her a look that clearly said, ‘Seriously?’
Wednesday gave her best friend a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug.
“Come on Hermione, she may have a point,” Enid huffed, single-handedly lifting the trunk. Hermione followed her, thoroughly confused by the sudden turn of events.
“Thing, go with them. Keep them safe,” Wednesday instructed. Her familiar nodded and hopped off her shoulder, scampering after Enid and Hermione.
“Let me guess, you want to see the book full of recipes for deadly poisons,” Harry guessed, watching Wednesday shut the door once they were alone.
“I want you to bend me over this desk and ravish me with my face buried in it,” Wednesday whispered, breathing heavily.
She wasn’t going to try to hide just how much he turned her on. Not when they were alone. The Whomping Willow, the Shrieking Shack, and now a library filled with dangerous and deadly books, he had tried to tailor their entire day together in accordance with her tastes. He hadn’t shied away from her love for the macabre, he had happily taken part in it.
He’s annoyingly endearing, Wednesday mused, keeping her dark eyes locked with his wide green ones as she tugged his shirt over his head.
“I’ll go find the book.”
“I’ll be right here,” Wednesday murmured. She leaned against the table, trying to fight the growing warmth in her chest.
My cardiac condition’s back, she mused, glaring halfheartedly at her chest in an effort to get her heart to behave. It seemed to flutter far too often in her dominant’s presence.
Thing’s heavy fingers pattering across the lone wooden table in the Forbidden Section drew her attention away from Harry. Wednesday turned to look at her familiar with a frown. Years of being together had turned them into masters of silent communication and their conversation went unnoticed by Harry, who was still two aisles away trying to find the book that contained the recipes for the deadliest poisons known to Wizarding Kind.
What’re you doing here? I thought I told you to go and keep an eye on Enid! Wednesday gestured, glaring at Thing.
Thing nodded, then scampered over to the edge of the table and jumped up to the ledge of the only window in the Forbidden Section. Unlike the other windows in the Library, it was an internal window, looking out at the rest of the Library instead of the castle grounds. Thing insistently tapped the glass, causing Wednesday to roll her eyes and walk over. She frowned when she noticed the two girls seated at the table just below the window.
To her surprise, it wasn’t Lavender and Parvati. The blonde she recognized. Patricia Thornberry, a fellow American and Seventh-Year Ravenclaw who hated her guts for reasons unknown. She had always pegged it down to the long-standing rivalry between Nevermore and Ilvermony, but now she wondered if there was a deeper reason for her animosity than a silly feud between their previous schools. She had no idea who the other girl was, but she wore a tie with the same shades of red and gold as Harry’s. Wednesday’s frown deepened. To her knowledge, Patricia had no Gryffindor friends. The only people she hung out with were Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson, and when she wasn’t with them, she spent her time browsing through inane Witch Weekly articles and passing snide comments on Enid’s choice of clothing and make-up.
Are they plotting?
Thing nodded.
Thanks, Wednesday gestured. She pressed her ear against the pane, picking up pieces of the hushed conversation.
“... you already tried a potion before. Are you insane?”
“I tried a love potion. And was stupid enough to…”
“So you’re not looking for a love potion?”
“No… nausea potion…”
“... what’s the plan here?”
“... he’ll be stuck in bed… nurse him back to health… he’ll see I’m much better than that stuck-up bitch… no way she’ll bother to take care of him…”
Wednesday pulled away, having heard enough.
“Juvenile,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Was that truly the best idea they could come up with? If she wanted to, she could have cooked up a better plan to entrap Harry in her sleep.
She quietly stepped away from the window and padded over to the table. Thing followed her, surprised by his mistress’s nonchalant response to what she had just overheard.
Thank you, Wednesday gestured. Now go be with Enid.
Thing stayed unmoving, causing Wednesday to sigh quietly.
I have a plan. Don’t worry. Be quiet when you leave, I don’t want them to know I’m here just yet.
Thing shot her his version of a smile before hopping to the floor and scampering out of the Forbidden Section, leaving Wednesday alone with Harry and an unwitting audience.
Time to completely shatter their fantasies, Wednesday thought with grim satisfaction. Her initial thoughts had (naturally) strayed to a slow and painful death for the hags planning to harm her Harry, but she realized she had a much better option to put them in their place.
She slipped out of her dress and bra, letting her clothes pool around her ankles. She stepped out of the frilly fabric and hopped up onto the desk, slowly turning in Harry’s direction and pushing her legs apart so the first thing he saw when he returned was just how wet she was for him.
Won’t take care of him? Wednesday scoffed. Her fingers gently separated her pussy lips, leaving her pink core and the hint of white staining her walls on full display for Harry.
“I can’t find the book I’m sorry-” Harry emerged from behind the tall bookcase, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. Wednesday was sprawled on the table, lazily fingering her pussy. Her fingers were coated with his cum, the digits picking up a little more of his seed with every thrust into her tight slit. Her free hand toyed with her bare breasts, tugging and twisting on her rapidly stiffening brown nubs.
“Forget the book,” Wednesday whispered, beckoning him over with her gaze. She moaned, just loud enough for the sound to carry through the window and over to the part of the library adjoining the Forbidden Section. “Let me take care of you, sir…”
Notes:
Ooh, things do be heating up. On a lot of different levels. These two chapters were such a joy to write, I honestly hope my supporters keep enabling me to work on this story. The ship is perfect, they now have a new mystery to solve, and Wednesday has new people to terrorize. Things are looking up for our adorable couple! If you'd like to talk about the next chapter, join my Discord Server through the link in the pinned post! We even have Wednesday Art related to this story there!
Comments
R. Collins
I do like think Harry is perfect for her because he perfectly balances out her more negative traits and brings her positive traits into the spotlight. Honestly this ship turned out to be more fun than I was expecting!
Erinnyes
Absolutely love this one. I've said it before and I'll say again you've done a wonderful job at preserving Wednesday's character without making her someone unlikable or someone for whom it's impossible to imagine "the good guy" actually wanting to be with.
R. Collins
It was posted a while back and is visible for me! I dunno what's the issue, so I'll just drop the direct link for it in this comment. I think I messed up the tags on this post, but if you search for 'Harry/Wednesday' or 'Tenebrae Et Lux' you'll find all chapters for the story! https://www.patreon.com/posts/tenebrae-et-lux-82060614
Mark Shook
is it just me? i cant see chapter 2 lol
Bovinerage
I'm Thoroughly enjoying this story and can not wait for the next Chapter
