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Project Hieronymus Chapter 4 – Version B
🕑 Added 2022-12-24 15:10:35 +0000 UTCChapter 4
Bathroom of Gryffindor common room – 2 hours until the results announcement
Harry was brushing his teeth, trying to overcome his sleepy state. Not only the previous two days were physically challenging, but he also did not spend the right amount of time resting. Not to mention the exhausting intercourse with two, or rather three girls he has encountered in that time. Not that Harry was complaining, he tripled the number of girls he has ever been within such a short time. His manhood spirit was roaring, yet the body needed its time to recover, even with Mrs. Pomfrey's medicines. Despite his condition, he felt a strong erection rising in his boxers when he recalled yesterday evening.
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After waiting 15 minutes, he followed Romilda’s way to the dormitory, luckily meeting Katie and Lavender still awake, on one of the couches in the common room. This time he didn’t have to approach anybody with special caution, they not only knew the truth, but also needed, or rather wanted Harry. The girls welcomed him with smiles, and invited to sit, tapping the place between them.
“How was your day?” Lavender asked, leaning towards him, and placing her hand at his crotch, clasping around his soft member. “I can make it better.”
“What are you doing Lavi?!” Asked Harry almost jumped in surprise and looked around in search of any witnesses. Fortunately, nobody was around.
“Relax,” said Lavender, moving her hand along his length, trying to get him hard. “Everybody is sleeping by now.”
“Stop it,” Katie laughed. “I told you he fucked her.”
“What? No I didn’t,” he denied quickly.
“I didn’t even mention whom,” she smiled, pleased at tricking him.
“Well... I... But...” Harry started to stutter, trying to figure out some answer.
“Calm down Harry,” said amused Katie. “It’s not like we mind, I just argued with that cow slut over that. Her greasy hair, flushed face, and messed clothes were more than enough to deduct that,” she said, clearly proud of being right.
“I just couldn’t understand how he could fuck her when he had these available,” said Lavender, backing her hand and crossing her arms in a way that expose her huge globes even more.
“You know I would be more than happy to play with these some other day,” he said, still carefully looking around, yet grabbing and squeezing one of her nipples.
Lavender squealed slightly and started giggling, putting aside her fake-upset face.
“But now I got a different question girls, please focus and don’t ask any questions. From whom did you learn about Dean and Ginny?”
Katie rest her head on her hand and took a moment to think.
“I believe it was Seamus who told me as the first one. Poor chump is trying to get to my panties since last summer and runs to me like a little puppy every time he has the opportunity. How about you?” She said, turning her head to Lavender.
“Not sure, I love gossiping just for the sake of the talk, so I don’t really remember. I believed in it and started paying attention only when I heard it from you.”
“So Seamus it is,” said Harry standing up. “Sorry girls, I’m exhausted, really need some sleep.”
“Just don’t forget about us,” said Katie, as both of them lay frivolously across the couch, crossing their legs with each other.
“Will do,” Harry smiled and moved to the boys' chambers.
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‘How could Seamus not tell me? Sure, we had our ups and downs, especially after the Triwizard Tournament, but he still considered him a close colleague. Also, he felt bad about doubting me, so he should be more than eager to tell me about it to repel his guilt. Something is really off,’ Harry thought.
When he was finishing his morning routine, he spotted somebody coming in from the corner of his eye.
“Morning mate,” Ron mumbled lethargic as usual after waking up.
“Morning,” Harry said.
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The great hall – moments before the results announcement
The place was filled with vivid sounds of conversations, creaking benches, and many types of peals of laughter as always. Harry looked at Hermione, sitting beside him, who was biting her nails, the one habit she hated in herself, and which was the sign of the peak of nervousness. He wanted to scold her for that, knowing she will hate herself later for the state of her fingernails but he was not in a much better state. He felt as if his stomach was doing backflips, and his heart was participating in the marathon to hell. He looked around to see a few familiar faces in a similar state as his. Paradoxically, the boys who knew they didn’t stand a chance were the happiest at the moment, laughing the hardest. ‘Ignorance is a bliss,’ Harry thought.
At this moment the Headmaster rose from his ornamental chair with his long wand in his hand, and made a sweeping move across the sealing of the hall, clearing the magical sky of clouds. Harry felt the illusional feeling of sun rays on his face, compared to the heavily snowing outside, it really eased his nerves.
But instead of Dumbledore, it was Mrs. Gantari who took a place behind the rostrum, dressed in a tight office attire as always, she smiled and spoke.
“It is with great pleasure to announce the results of the Hieronymus Project’s exams. I know that many of you have studied and trained hard in the last couple of weeks for the sake of the future of our kind. And today comes the fruit of both the reward and the honor of that work. But before I disclose the names, I want to tell you about certain decisions the Ministry has made. It is true, that we successfully excluded the most precious genes, but the war we’re currently fighting forces us to ensure the willingness of all of the students. That’s why, when in 3 days the champions are going to pick their partners, it won’t be over for the ones who lost. Through the system of duels that will embrace your ambitions and magical capabilities, you will have the opportunity to challenge the ones above, to win their partners. All of the details are in this manual,” the women raised a thick book. “Copies will be distributed to each of you later today. We hope it will keep up the rivalry spirit that is so essential for your growth as wizards,” she said, shining with her perfect, white teeth.”
“But now, I’m sure you all cannot wait to hear the verdict, I’m not going to keep you in the unknown anymore,” saying that she took out her white wand and tapped five times, aiming for the places in the middle of the scholar platform. Glowing numbers started to appear on the floor ‘5 3 1 2 4’. “Please stand on the number equivalating your position in the leaderboard when I say your name.”
The pressure seemed to stop the time in the hall, not a single whisper was heard, for all that could be told, most of the students held their breaths.
“Rank number 5, Mr. Zacharias Smith of house Hufflepuff, with the possibility of picking 3 partners.”
The absolute silence was sustained until the chief president started to clap. Just then the boy rose and headed to take his place, accompanied by the applause of the whole school, with each step getting more confident.
“Rank number 4, Mr. Roger Davis of house Ravenclaw, with the possibility of picking 3 partners as well.”
This time the students started to clap immediately, as one of the most popular Ravenclaw boys, known for being Fleur's date at Yule Ball, rose and took his place with wide smile.
“Rank number 3, Mr. Blaise Zabini of house Slytherin, with the possibility of picking 6 partners.”
The dark-skinned wizard rose with no emotions shown, as the result was something he anticipated, and joined the others.
“Rank number 2, Mr. Draco Malfoy of house Slytherin, with the possibility of picking 8 partners.”
The reaction of this snake was completely different, he quickly stood up and it looked like he was to issue some objections if not the applause of the hall. Muffled by the reactions of others, especially the Slytherin sector of students, he went to take his position.
“Rank number 1, – Harry’s heart literally stopped beating at this point, while Hermione grabbed his hand almost painfully strong, looking for support in her best friend. – Mr. Harry James Potter of house Gryffindor, with the possibility of picking 10 partners.”
As far as in the previous cases the applause was quite resonant, this time the loudness of the hall was on a completely different level. Many of the students rose, and girls' shouts and cheers might be heard, along with even the teachers clapping at his victory. Harry started to put the oxygen in his blood flow again and looked at Hermione who backed her hand and started to acclaim him as well, with a wide smile. Harry finally got up and left to take his place in the middle. When he arrived and faced the hall along with others, Gantari spoke again.
“I sincerely congratulate all of the champions, however, as I mentioned the Project is far from being over. The champions have 3 days to consider their choices, naturally, the hierarchy priority applies, while the Ministry prepares all of the technicalities. Each of the remaining 22 girls that won't be picked by any of the champions, will be randomly assigned to the following 22 ranked boys. As for the duels, the students will be allowed to challenge both the ones below and above, creating the never-ending circle of your skills improvement!” Gantari said fanatically, spreading her arms. “Details might be found on page 89,” she added, with her usual, formal tone.
Although Harry couldn’t see her, he felt the shivers caused by the almost demonical change in her voice. He looked across the great hall just to see a pack of keen hounds, instead of students.
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One of the inner greenhouses – an hour later
Harry was glad he didn’t have any classes today, even though he had a lot to celebrate, he just wanted to be left alone for a while. And what he found remarkable about himself was that since the time he began to study with Hermione he got able to raise joy in many new hobbies. Hobbies, that he would never think would give him any fun. Although the activity was not the only thing bringing him delight right now. The inside of the construction felt comfy and intimate, the walls covered with various creepers of diverse thicknesses, pots with herbs, and some flowers hanging down required a certain temperature. And since this greenhouse was designed strictly for the non-dangerous herbs, the heat was kept at room temperature, nicely contrasting with the intense blizzard seen outside the windows.
Harry smiled at that pleasant feeling and took a sip of the coffee he brought with him. Nobody should worry him for the next few hours, the only people visiting this place were Mrs. Sprout, who was holding today classes in a different greenhouse, and Neville who for all Harry heard was crying in his bedroom over losing Luna due to the Project. Harry felt sorry for the poor soul, so sorry he gave Hermione his manual and asked to look if he can pick Luna and just let them be together without getting expelled.
As he got tired thinking about the damn Project, he leaned over the table, looking closer at the chaotically twisting vines of Tentacula. Luckily for him, it was not the venomous type, which was one of the most dangerous plants kept in Hogwarts, but merely an unharmful version. Sure, it could grab your hand, arm, or even neck, but it wouldn't have enough strength to leave even a bruise, not to mention any serious damage.
Harry picked up a pair of herbal scissors, cut one of its heads, and put it on a piece of alchemy papyrus. The head kept moving for a bit just to freeze with its jaw wide open. Harry put down the scissors and started to look for a specific small flask. As he couldn’t see it anywhere on the workstation he crouched and opened the cupboard, loudly moving equipment and glass vessels of diverse sizes and forms. Finally, after a few long moments, he found the one he was looking for, closed the cupboard doors, and stood up, only to almost drop it. The blonde hair was the first thing he spotted, then the lips, tie, and uniform, all in the same shade of green. The person was leaning against the edge of the table next to him, Harry flinched, fighting to keep the flask in his hands.
“Courage and bravery, was it?” She snorted, with the note of predominance.
“Came here to mock me, Daphne?” Harry asked defensively, embarrassed at his reaction.
“No, but it’s certainly a side delight.”
“Glad I amused you, how did you find me exactly?”
“You’re not as special as you might think,” she responded, making another biting remark.
“I see. So you actually took all the way down here to insult me? Is that so?” Harry asked, looking her in the eyes.
“No, actually I came here to make you an offer,” she said, withstanding his gaze.
Harry blinked twice, making sure he heard her correctly.
“An offer?” He asked, not even trying to hide the surprise.
“You’re the champion, it means you’re choosing first. Pick me and Astoria,” she said, making an effort to air each word.
“I-”
“I know about your deal with Draco. He told Astoria the day you shook hands, believe me, he wouldn’t honor it in a million years, so why should you?” She interrupted.
“Let’s say I know what you’re talking about, it still doesn’t explain why you come to me with that. I thought you despise me, in the end, I’m just some half-blood Gryffindor,” said Harry getting sick of her tone of superiority and impudence.
“I despise my Father more,” she said, clenching her jaw. “He sold my sister to those Malfoy mediocrities a long time ago, just to gain some more Ministerial influence. But now, he’s going to get defeated by the very power he loves so much. His little contract means nothing in face of the Project's doctrines,” Daphne said it so wickedly he thought she was going to villainy giggle in a moment.
“Brilliant, but why should I care?” Harry asked, trying to act unimpressed.
She looked at him for a moment, and spoke firmly, clearly having the line prepared.
“You can have me. Once a week. Nothing weird, and no kissing.”
“Pass,” said Harry after a moment, making sure she was desperately trying to read his answer and got back to his activity.
This time it was Daphne who got caught by surprise.
“What?” She asked flabbergasted.
“What? You’re not as special as you might think. You’re a malicious, pompous, and spoiled brat that doesn’t see anybody else. I have no interest in helping you, besides, I got friends who deserve my help much more,” he answered with a stone face, totally ignoring the fact she was the Slythering queen half of the school would die to even talk to. Yet inside he felt incredible, sullying her after all those years of seeing her glowing with that ancient house pride.
“Friends like that Granger? If you’ve done it all just to shove some mudblood, you should be honored to be offered me,” she snorted, throwing back her blonde hair. Usually, a girl would back off or even cry after hearing the hard truth, but not her.
“Don’t call her that,” he said angrily, putting down the herb, and getting closer to her.
“Make me. Or is that all a play, and you’re a weakling just like Malfoy?” She said smiling provokingly, leaning so close he felt her mint breath.
‘Fucking bitch, who does she think she is?’ All that Harry wanted to do is take that smudge smile off of her face, even for a slight moment.
“You’re done with making the rules, you do what I say, when I say, and whatever bloody way I say. These are my terms,” Harry hissed fiercely.
“Done,” she replied immediately, as she got what she wanted. “Can’t wait to see what you come up with, maybe you will even leave the lights on? I hope you don’t have performance issues?” Daphne asked mockingly.
“Oh you don’t have to wait, bitch. Bend over,” Harry ordered with satisfaction in his voice, pointing at the workbench.
“What?” She asked for the first time a bit weakly.
“Oh you thought I would just give you what you want and then hope you keep your word? For me you’re even less trustworthy than Draco, if you want my help, our deal starts right now. And I said bend over, you Slytherin bitch.”
This time she didn’t say anything, pursing her lips, and did what was told, placing her hands flat at the table. Harry came closer and pushed her onto the table, sticking out her bum on the edge. Then, he lifted up her skirt, exposing part of her ass, as white as the snow falling outside. Harry kept pulling it up until a white pair of panties, with green Slytherin symbols, got revealed.
“Merlin you’re full of it, I think we should start with that issue,” Harry said, caressing her chick gently with round movement. “You won’t scorn Hermione anymore by calling her in such a way, got it?“
“You mean the mudblood?” Daphne asked, not giving up her stone face and arrogant tone.
*SMACK*
Just as her question ended, a loud slap landed on her right chick, almost immediately adding some red accent to its whiteness.
“You will call her Hermione.”
“But it’s not my fault her blood is dir-“
*SMACK*
Another slap landed in the exact same place. This time a high-piched crylike exhale might be heard.
“Her name is Hermione, and you will treat her with respect. Understood?”
“Yes.”
*SMACK*
A third whack might be heard, turning the previous color accent into the dominant blend of Daphne’s right ass chick.
“Ooouch! What was that for?” Cried Daphne, finally showing her real emotion, probably because she got caught off guard.
“It is “Yes, Sir,” You will call me that today, as you clearly need some education. Understood?” Asked Harry, taking the reprimanding tone of a teacher.
“Yes... Sir.”
“Good, see? All you needed was some guidance, you might be pretty, but your thoughts are a completely different story, any objections?” He asked, gently moving the tips of his fingers on her swollen chick.
“No,” she said, but realized her mistake as he stopped moving her fingers. “NO, SIR! NO, SIR!” She squealed just in time to avoid the punishment.
“Good girl. Now, there’s one matter remaining, tell me, which house is the best?” Harry asked, knowing she wouldn’t admit it so easily.
“Fuck you, it’s Slytherin.”
*SMACK SMACK SMACK*
Harry started to torment the other chick, enjoying both the sound of the bouncing flesh and the sequels of the girl. He continued so, ignoring her objections until her bum had the same shade. Once done with his doing, he asked the question again.
“Which house is the best, Mrs. Greengrass?”
“I would rather not say, Sir,” she answered, breathing heavily, completely collapsing on the workstation.
Just as he was deciding which side to play with next, he spotted a darker piece of her underwear. Curious, he ran his two fingers along it, causing Daphne to moan.
“No way, you got wet just from getting spanked?” Harry asked, amused.
“No! No I didn’t!” Daphne barked back, turning her head, still breathing heavily and flushed, just to deliver another piece of evidence in favor of Harry’s thesis.
“I see, I think I’ve been just using the wrong educational method Mrs. Greengrass,” Harry said, making an effective pause. “I will simply have to fuck the knowledge into you,” Harry smiled, pulling her underwear down to her knees.
“What are yo-” Daphne tried to protest, but her own moan tamed her, when she felt Harry’s long lustful lick along her cunt. The cascade of pleasure flowing from his hot tongue messing between her folds made her cross her weakened legs.
“Interesting,” said Harry with his mouth glowing from her juices. “Aristocrats taste just as good as commoners,” and he dived again with his nose buried in her butt.
Each munch was done with an animalistic route, he was madly eating her out, gulping her juices, working hard with his tongue, and sucking on whenever he felt the opportunity. The existence of his technique might have been debatable, but his effort and the effects it bringed certainly proved him in his doing. With her fluids dripping down his chin, he literally started growled and acting like an animal. And upon his arms entwining around her legs, with his hands ending around her inner thighs she was desperately writhing, unable to bare the enjoyment.
“Bloody... Animal...” She groaned, in a cry-like way.
Without stopping, he released one of his hands and landed a heavy blow on her chick. Sending the vibrations through her bum, he felt inside her pussy with his mouth.
“You’re a bloody animal, SIR!” She screamed, reaching her climax after feeling both the pleasure of his doing and the burning pain of her butt. Her legs started to tremble, and Harry slowly ceased his moves.
“Once again,” smiling Harry said, standing up, and looking down at panting, absolutely exhausted Daphne laying on the table. “Which house is the greatest?”
In response, she... smiled back and spelled it soundlessly with her mouth, panting.
‘Gryffindor.’
“Excellent, Mrs. Greengrass. With that in mind, we can sit down to an actual business. – He stated, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, and freeing his ready erection.
Daphne didn’t have the strength to turn around, so she just stayed as she was, anticipating his size. She felt something was not right when his enlarged glans started rubbing her entrance.
“Hold on, Sir. Let me see, I’m not sure it will fiiiiiiiit!” She howled as Harry slowly pushed his manhood, fighting her rising tightness. After reaching a satisfying length, he backed his cock and started to move back and forth at a medium pace. Harry enjoyed the gorgeous Slytherin beauty laying inertly under him, every time he pushed his hips and her soft ass touched pressed against him. Daphne kept purring, but Harry felt she was rather enjoying that lesson way too much.
“Your wand, Mrs. Greengrass,” he said, sticking his hand next to her head, but not stopping shagging her.
“What?” Daphne rose on her hands, as woke up from a pleasant dream.
*SMACK*
Daphne squealed, but understood the message. She took out her dark wand out from behind her shirt and handed it to her partner. Harry, took it and put in his other one, as the first one went back, still awaiting something. Daphne looked back at him with a confused look but didn’t speak, afraid of another spanking.
“Spit,” he said, closening his hand to her mouth.
Excited, Daphne gathered all saliva she could gather and spat, there was something hypersexual about that action. Or was it maybe because she was ordered, not asked?
“We need to make sure you remember today’s lesson for a long time,” said Harry covering her wand with her own mixture. When most of it was coated, he leaned over her to the limit, burying almost all of his cock inside of her, grabbed her green tie, and spoke.
“You. Obey. Me.”
He straightened up, bending her neck, and choking slightly with the pull of the tie. As his cock was still pulsing deep inside her, he started shoving her own wand inside of her upper hole. Daphne groaned, surprised by that feeling, as her own tool sank inside of her, drawing some mind-numbing pleasure from getting her boundaries pushed.
“Try not to break it, as I break you,” Harry whispered straight to her ear, still arching her with the tie.
Straightening, he backed his cock, and slammed her gate with all his might, then again, and again and again until his dick was raging inside her hot cunt. Even though Harry gave her the opportunity to adjust to his size, not to mention the absolute dampness, the tightness of her insides didn't pass. With each thrust, he had to put some actual effort to reach her insides.
“What a tight whore you’re, I guess nobody fucked you properly before?” Harry asked, but Daphne didn’t seem to be able to answer as she was fighting for her breath not only due to the exhausting pounding she was getting served, but mostly because the tie wrapping her neck kept clogging her every time Harry threw a thrust.
“Answer me when I ask you a question!” Harry shouted angrily, even though he knew the reason for her silence, and started whooping her ass with every few strokes. Loud skin sounds kept filling the greenhouse until the words were spoken.
“Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” Somebody asked in the most casual and a bit awkward at the same time way possible.
Harry froze and looked sideways. Luna was standing next to the door, with an absolutely straight face of her unique style. She seemed utterly uninfluenced by the view of the Slytherin beauty bend of the table, with her wand stuck in her ass, Harry’s cock buried in her, or the tie-leash he was holding.
“Luna?” Harry asked, still unable to move, just looking baffled at her, actually, they both were.
“I’m sorry, I was looking for Neville, is he anywhere here?” She asked, getting on the tip of her toes and looking around.
“No, he should be somewhere in Gryffindor's common room,” Harry mumbled after a moment.
“Thank you, Harry,” she said smiling and glancing and his dick, and... left as unexpectedly as she appeared.
“What a lunatic,” Daphne barked with disgust, breathing heavily.
*SMACK*
“What?!” Daphne groaned in something between a cry and a laugh. “She’s your friend too?”
“Shut up,” Harry couldn’t help not to laugh back, as he started moving again.
Feeling close even before the guest, he released the tie grip and grabbed her hair, pinning her head down to the table.
“Time for a souvenir so you remember your new place, Mrs. Greengrass,” Harry said, grabbing her by her waist with both of his hands, and fucking her mercilessly. The murderous tempo of his dick filling her cunt made him cross the edge after a few more moments. Just when he was about to cum, he popped his dick out of her and began stroking it quickly with his hand.
“Fuuuck!” Harry shouted, as he reached his climax, and started spraying her hole, and the wand stick inside with his huge amount of thick semen. Daphne opened her mouth in surprise, and turned her head, barely seeing the hot loads landing, flowing down between her chicks, and dropping on the floor.
As Harry run dry, he squished the tip of his dick a few more times, wiping it on her red ass, and rested with his hands based on the table, next to her.
“What did you learn today, Mrs. Greengrass?” Harry asked, slowly catching his breath.
“Not to judge the book by its cover, Sir,” Daphne responded, in an absolutely devastating state.
