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Project Hieronymus Chapter 2 – Version A
🕑 Added 2022-12-07 12:32:36 +0000 UTCHogwart’s hall – morning, 2 hours to the examination gathering
It was early in the morning, really early, the sun hadn't yet had time to warm the castle properly, so Hermione walked down the corridor with a slight shiver. Not only had she misjudged the temperature situation based on the common room, but she was also heading for a place that gave her the chills for completely different reasons, Professor Snape's office it was. A tour to the dungeons has never been particularly enjoyable, but a trip to a potions teacher was extremely repulsive. However, she had no choice, as far as she hated the man who almost terrified her, she could not deny him his incredible knowledge and skills in his profession. Snape, sadly, guarded his secrets and recipes more diligently than the Chimera of his eggs. Yet after years at Hogwarts, Hermione seemed to have figured out a way to deal with Snape, who, as any person who has achieved mastery of some kind, respected someone's efforts in his field. Therefore, Hermione, apart from tireless studies, has been applying to him for additional work, essays, and consulted him on practical matters. Of course, Snape always found a shortcoming and scolded her for it, but he also explained her mistakes and sometimes even showed some of his notes on the matter.
Hermione sighed at her thoughts as she entered the final corridor leading to the office of The Potions Master. This level of the castle was unpleasant for one more reason, she was forced to pass the entrance to the Slytherin's common room. As she was reaching this critical point, her heart missed a beat as she saw that the entrance was open as if someone were about to leave. The last thing Hermione wanted at this point was to bump into Greengrass, Parkinson or Merlin save, Draco. As the stone entrance was quite wide, the view into Slytherin's interior was also large. Hermione glanced as she entered the field of view, hoping that one of the Slytherins had just forgotten to close the entrance. The corridor leading to the center of the Slytherin room seemed empty except for the two standing figures that were talking. When she focused her eyesight a little more, she almost stopped in surprise. In the Slytherin common room was... Harry. What was even more stunning, the Gryff was talking to Draco! Hermione blinked vigorously, making sure she wasn’t dreaming. She was not. The two arch-enemies faced each other without obvious hostility and with their wands hidden. Harry was saying something as if explaining, gesturing, and counting something on his fingers. Draco stood visibly disgusted due to the person he was talking to, but not showing it as usual. As Hermione was to approach the point where she would lose the boys from her sight, she saw one more unimaginable thing. They... shook hands, then Harry started to turn to leave. Hermione somehow got scared even more than before because of that, and almost ran to the stairs leading to Snape's office. When she reached the entrance, it seemed that Harry didn't have time to see her. Unfortunately, she did not have much time to process what just happened, as she reached her destination.
Snape's office was a veritable dungeon, with potions everywhere, jars filled with pieces of animals, and other magical ingredients piled up on the shelves. On the ground, you could find a lot of books and various notebooks with sticky notes sticking out on the sides. The owner of the mess was sitting behind his modest desk and was scribbling something on a scrap of parchment, and glancing at a piece of seed that Hermione couldn't recognize. The seed was large and black, a piece of cut peel from which oozed tar-like juice. Snape, putting down his juice-soaked pipette, looked up at Hermione.
– Miss Granger. – Snape said sluggishly. – What time is it?
Hermione looked quickly at the clock in the corner of the room with many hands, showing even the exact seconds.
– 6.21 and 23 seconds AM, Sir. – She replied hastily.
– Precisely. – Snape said, standing up. – It means you're 1 minute and 23 seconds late. Do you know the consequences of brewing, let's say the Alihotsy Draught for 83 seconds too long?
Hermione didn't know.
– No? Pity. – Said Snape, snatching Hermione's essay from her hands. – So don't offend Alchemy by ever being late again.
As he said that he started to examine Hermione's paper. His eyes quickly traveled the distance of the page, occasionally glancing between the paper and Hermione.
– Well, Mrs. Granger. – Snape said more gently, stroking his chin and still looking at her work. – You are not mistaken by noticing the link in healing properties between Ditanny, Lionfish Spine, and Dragon lever. However, my studies have shown...
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The main hall – the same day, 7:59 AM
There was a lot of excitement in the room, all the students of age were gathered there, seated in the great hall, talking loudly, commenting, and arguing over the subject. Harry sat next to Hermione who, with the parchment unfolded, was analyzing their situation for the thousandth time, on the other side of the table sat bored Ron. Harry felt surprisingly relaxed, the feeling of having done the murderous work he had done in the last few weeks made him feel contented. He did everything he could, he didn't waste any time, he took up the challenge and he did it. He was the man, or at least he felt like one.
As the clocks chimed announcing 8 AM, the voices in the room began to fade away until finally nothing could be heard in the room except of single whispers. From behind the long table of the teacher's box, Dumbledore rose, with his long robe, beard, and century-old cap. He moved nimbly for his age as usual, but Harry, knowing the headmaster better than the average student of the school, noticed slight changes. His robes masked it well, but his right hand seemed to remain in one, unchanging position. Additionally, his ever-lively gaze seemed to be duller, as if plunged into a fog.
The headmaster stepped onto the podium at the rostrum, and the golden owl statue spread its wings. “As you all know, – Dumbledore started his speech. – we’re facing a threat of dark times, and I believe you have the right to know why. Once, there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle's corridors, and slept under its roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name?” – Dumbledore made an effective pause. – “Tom Riddle. Today, of course, he's known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all today, I realize one thing. Both sides are fighting for the future of the wizarding world, and our future, is you. Just something to think about.” Dumbledore stopped and gave the crowd a moment to exchange brief comments before saying. “As you surely noticed, we're guesting officials from the new department of the Ministry of Magic. They´re here today, to conduct and measure the value of your skills, many of which we also cherish in our school. Please welcome, Madame Alice Gantari.”
A relatively short woman with brown skin and black hair, who looked about 30 years old, got up from the end of the table. She was dressed in a tight office jacket and striped skirt. As she approached the podium, Harry could see her amazing wasp waist and huge, full breasts.
"Bloody hell. – Ron muttered to Seamus. – These can't be real."
A woman, greeted by Dumbledore, took his place at the rostrum.
"My name is Alice Gantari,” – The woman smiled pleasantly, revealing a series of white teeth. – “and I'm the chief president of the Hieronymus project. As you surely know, today we will conduct a series of examinations, exercises, and tests to determine your reproduction predisposition. First, each male student of age will be taken by the medical staff. You will be asked to do a series of precise, physical exercises, nothing to be scared of.” – She smiled kindly. – “Then, your blood samples will be collected and tested in the laboratory. After that, you will have a break to rest, I’m sure you will be pleased to hear that all of your today classes have been canceled”. – She laughed gently, revealing once more her flashing white set of teeth that contrasted with her darker complexion. Harry couldn't get bored of that smile.
– “Then,” – She continued. – “after a lunch break a theoretical test will be overseen, this part is constructed of 30 closed questions, each for 2 points, and 5 open questions, each for up to 5 points. At the end of the day, you will only have a practical test left, each of you will draw a random card with a charm that you will have to present. Like I said, nothing terrible. Before we get to work, I would like to warn you all and each and every one of you that any attempt at cheating will end drastically for you. Under the new decree, a person caught cheating could even be expelled from Hogwarts.” – She said seriously.
– “But,” – Gantari clapped her hands together. – “I'm sure there won't be such a case, after all, the future of our world depends on today's results, I'm sure you're grown enough to understand it. Please go back to your rooms now, you will be divided into groups within an hour, we will also assign a female student to each group who will inform you about the details, as some of the male prefects also take part in the tests.”
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Gryffindor Common Room - One hour later
All the students of the house gathered in the room, some grouped, some started stretching, and some were simply sitting, engrossed in deep thinking. Harry was one of the stretchers, whatever the challenge might be, they want to examine their physicality, a strained tendon or spasm would have effectively shattered his chances of reaching the first place.
During the third repetition of the exercise, the entrance to the common room opened. From behind the picture, appeared no one else but the caretaker of the house, Minerva McGonagall, in her green robe, she walked into the room with a confident, yet gentle step. Minerva stopped and looked around the room as the students began forming a semicircle in front of her. When everyone gathered, Minerva said, – “As you know, the exam will start in a moment, I don't agree with this policy and I don't support the Ministry's actions, but... I’m afraid I can't do much. So, despite everything, I wish you all good luck.”– Minerva said, glancing Harry in the eyes as if she was addressing the last words to him. – “I believe you will not disappoint Godric Gryffindor's house. Now, follow me.”
As McGonagall said that, she turned around, and headed for the exit. The crowd of students followed her.
When they reached a long corridor in the northern part of the castle, the guide stopped and pointed to a series of 6 identical doors. – “I will now read your names and the number of the group to which you were assigned.” – She said, pulling out a piece of parchment. – “Finnigan - number one, Thomas - number two, Potter - number three...” – After each name, the boy headed for the proclaimed door. Once Harry was called out, he headed for door number 3, pulled the handle of the wooden door and stepped inside. The room was quite small and reminded him of waiting rooms you see in muggle clinics. There was a second door in front of him, presumably leading to the actual exam class. The waiting room contained a bunch of chairs and a standing coat rack. There were also 7 boys in the room, including him, 2 from each house except Gryffindor, Harry suspected that someone else of his own would be joining soon, making it eight in total. He quickly counted that since there are 6 rooms, about 50 students take part in the Hogwarts project, when he realized the number of competitors he suddenly began to sweat and felt a twist in his stomach.
Fighting the feeling, Harry looked carefully around the room, every boy was wearing the same tracksuit, but with the colors of one's house. To his left he saw two Slytherins, Blaise Zabini and Terrence Higgs, they were discussing something quietly. Next, the Hufflepuff's representatives could be seen, Harry didn't know many people from this house, but he recognized these ones, Philip Blagdon and Zacharias Smith were leaning against the wall and laughing loudly. The last ones were the Ravenclaws, seated apart and apparently analyzing something, Terry Boot and Roger Davis. As Harry found himself amused in his mind that a large number of current or past Quidditch captains had been assigned to this group, the door behind him opened and Cormac McLaggen marched into the room. Harry cursed silently.
– Potter, – Said Cormac savoring like a peacock and sweeping the room with his eyes. – glad I'm in the group with you. I would die if I were sorted with some absolute grind, not that you're so much different. – As he said that laughing, he poked Harry painfully with his elbow.
– The pleasure is all mine. – Said sarcastically Harry.
– Oh, by the way, when I win, I was kinda thinking about Granger, have you heard her saying anything about me? I know you two stay close, no hard feelings. – Said Cormac with so much smugness that a few words more and Harry could’ve grabbed it and hit him with it.
The tension of the room, the stress, and above all this arrogant prick made Harry switch for a moment. Harry looked him in the eyes with the kind of look that you see facing a lethal animal in the wild. Cormac, despite being much taller than Harry, suddenly felt small, Harry’s eyes were pocking him like knives.
– Winners dictate terms, McLaggen. – Said Harry staring into his soul, reaching somewhere deep.
Cormac instinctively backed a little bit, and as he was trying to squeeze out some riposte to that, the door leading to the next room opened. All people in the room stood up immediately, as it turned out the door was opened by... Hermione. With some kind of folder in her hands, she smiled and spoke.
– Congratulations, you were sorted to the third group of which I'm the Hogwart's female support. Now, I was instructed to provide you with any kind of information regarding the examination you’re going to take in a moment. I’m also going to guide you over the other parts of today's event. Now, you’re all going to enter the room one by one, in which the committee of three members of the department of magic will determine your physical capability. Just for your information, your parents or legal guardians have already signed all legal paperwork. If you have any questions, now is the time.
As nobody asked any questions, Hermione continued. – Very well, now, the first will be Mr. Blaze, please come in.
When Hermione said that, Blaze stepped forward and walked into the room, and Hermione closed the door behind him, staying with the rest of the participants.
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Castle periphery, garden area – 2 hours later
Harry was lying on the bench smiling from ear to ear with his eyes closed and his arms outstretched behind his head, still wearing his training clothes, enjoying the late fall sunshine. The weather that day was exceptionally good for this time of year, and Harry was in a great mood when a familiar voice woke him from his rest.
– Here you're hiding. – Said Hermione walking up to him.
Harry opened one eye with his smile still intact.
– What are you smiling at, you muppet? You better tell me how it went before I hex that silly smile into a permanent thing. – Hermione threatened, also smiling.
– Okay, okay. No need to go for violence. – Harry stopped for a moment, as preparing to begin the story. – It went well. – Said shortly Harry.
As he said that, Hermione's wand popped out of her sleeve, just then Harry quickly rose into a sitting position and raised his hands in a defensive manner.
– Fine! – He yelled quickly. – I yield! I yield!
Hermione put down her wand, sat next to him on the bench, and looked at him meaningfully.
– So, – Harry began. – I walked into the room...
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Opposite the front door, there was a big, oak desk behind which a committee of three members sat. Two men and a woman were dressed in ministry corporate attire and looked at him with the same official gaze.
– Mr. Potter. – Said the man with a thick beard and thick glasses sitting in the center, pointing to the seat standing in front of the desk. The other, bald and smooth-shaven, opened a briefcase and dictated. – “Harry James Potter, born July 31, 1980, son of James and Lilly Potter, Half-blood.” – The man in the center painstakingly filled out the boxes on the form and spoke.
– Very well, as you know the magic power of a wizard comes also from his vitality, – Saying this, the man took out his wand and charmed out something that resembled Bludger from Quidditch. – firstly, we will determine your strength, please hit it as hard as you can. Don’t worry, it’s way softer than it looks. To score maximum points you need to score at least 800 on the scale out of 1000. Please stand in the marked position, and make sure not to leave it with your feet during the exercise. – Said the man as he pointed at a white circle with his hand. – You have three attempts. Whenever you're ready.
Harry nodded, looked at the levitating ball, rolled up his sleeve, and took a fighting stance. “Piece of cake.” He thought as he focused all his strength in his fist and twisted his hips along with his arm creating a powerful blow. As his fist was a few inches from reaching the target, the ball made a slight move, dodging the main part of Harry's hand. His punch just somewhat hit the edge of the ball, causing it to whirl in the air a bit. As he backed to his primary position in shock, three glowing numbers popped out of the ball. “242,” said the chairman, as he noted down the result.
– The time of reaction and reflex is also an essential factor, Mr. Potter, please don’t forget about it. You have two more tries. – Said the woman, smiling.
Harry looked again at the ball levitating stable in the same place. Trying to predict every possible move of the target, Harry assumed that it couldn’t jump too far. It can only make a small movement, presumably a moment before the attack is about to land. Determined, he took a fighting stance once more, and this time he focused on the speed of the impact, stretching his arm to the limit, it fired like a spring. As the punch was landing, he carefully looked out for any motion of the ball to recognize the direction of the dodge as soon as possible. The ball trembled and this time moved slightly down, Harry tried to redirect the blow down as much as possible but succeeded only partly. His fist hit the ball with the bottom part of his fingers, causing it to fly off for about a meter. The ball stopped, stabilized, and popped out another number. "637."
Harry cursed in the spirit and clenched his jaw so strongly that his teeth started to ache. It was his best shot, he sharpened his senses as much as he could. As the ball returned to its primary position, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and remembered a maxim he had read once in one of the muggle books.
"You fight just for as long as you think."
When Harry opened his eyes, he looked at the committee and asked.
– All I have to do is hit it, right?
– Correct, Mr. Potter. – Said the chairman emotionlessly.
Harry took his position as close to the edge of the circle as possible. Twist of hips and the arm is sent flying toward the ball. However, this time, Harry intentionally set the jab a bit too much to the left. As the hand was a few inches from the ball, the orb made a slight move to the right, and Harry redirected his hit even more to the left, completely missing the ball. Then he leaned his upper body and twisted his arm strenuously, hitting the ball with full force with his elbow. The ball got sent flying for a good 4 meters until it hit the wall, bounced back, and suddenly stopped in the mid-air. The number popped out, "1000".
Harry just barely managed to stay within the circle, balancing on one foot. As he settled, he looked at the ball, exhaling slowly in relief, and looked at the committee.
– Exceptionally, Mr. Potter. – Said the bearded man with a smile, and wrote down the score.
– Now, – Said the other man, as he stood up and took out his wand. – the gravity test. You will be asked to do 10 push-ups with chosen gravity boost. You have 1 attempt, if you fail, you get zero points for that part. There are 3 levels of gravity, for 4 points you get a 1.2 gravity boost, for 6 you get-
– I want the maximum. – Harry interrupted firmly.
– Very well then, take the position.
Harry landed on his hands and toes. "How hard could 10 push-ups be?" He thought.
– Ready? 3... 2... 1... “Gravis.” – He said as he tapped his wand with his index finger.
Harry suddenly felt as if the Fat Friar came back to living and sit on his back. The first impression of the force was so intense he started to be afraid for his bones. Yet, he knew the time is his foe, so fought his thoughts and tried doing the push-up. Going down was quite easy, getting up was a nightmare, his muscles and joints felt like they were going to explode, but he kept going until his elbows were straight again. "ONE," he heard the man counting as he went up. Harry realized it was not just the arms, as usual, the gravity makes you fight it with each one part of your body, he felt like every single of his muscles was activated.
“SCREW THAT,” was his main, shouting thought as he forced himself down and up four more times. "You're halfway" he heard. But at this point he started to consider losing, he literally couldn't force himself to move, all he wanted is to just get down on the ground with his nose buried in the floor and lie down. Just then he thought about Ginny, and he thought about Dean. He filled himself with the emotions of the moment. The rage he felt. His mind went blank, as the flames run down through his veins. All of a sudden, he realized he was doing another rep. He didn't remember much up until the moment he heard “TEN.” After that, he truly collapsed on the ground and the spell was immediately released.
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When Harry left the room, he was exhausted, every inch of his body ached furiously from overload, he was so tired that he didn't pay attention to almost anything. As he left the room, most of the boys in his group were still waiting for their turn, he passed both them and Hermione, who invited inside the next person on the list, and walked out into the corridor. He thought about taking a shower, but in the end, he decided that he didn't have the strength for it, he just wanted to rest for a while. As he walked down the corridor, a few rays of sunlight fell on his face, giving him a pleasant warmth. This convinced him to get outside and just take a nap somewhere. And so, Harry headed for the outer reaches, around the gardens.
As he walked down the corridor, he was staring at the ground, rubbing his right arm, thinking about the next part of the exam. As he turned a corner, a sudden hit to his chest surprised him, he shook his head and saw that someone had bumped into him. He looked up to see Katie Bell bouncing off him and landing on the floor. She was breathing heavily as she was running a moment ago, she also looked a bit panicked. Harry wanted to help her up, and apologize, but before he had a chance, Katie had sprung herself up and grabbed Harry by his arms.
– It's you, Harry! Thank Merlin I met just you, come quickly, something is happening to Lavender. – She said quickly, in a shaky voice, as she grabbed Harry's hand and started to run with him. – We were trying to make some potion, but when she tried to taste if the decoction was ready, she suddenly collapsed. I had no idea what to do! – Katie explained chaotically while running.
– Here! – She said getting into one of the smaller, alchemy classes.
In the center, there was a table with all sorts of ingredients laid out, vials, and a cauldron. Lavender laid motionless beside the table, her eyes closed, with a small vial laying nearby her hand. Harry ran quickly, crouched down, and sniffed the residue remaining in the vial, but couldn't sense anything that would lead him to what might have happened. Then he quickly checked if she was breathing and looked around the room. Unfortunately, smaller rooms like this one were poorly equipped, especially with antidotes. Harry figured whatever it was, the best he could do was try to get her breathing back. He grabbed Lavender's shirt and tore the top open in one confident motion, exposing her bra and enormous breasts. As the buttons kept rolling all around the floor, Harry quickly targeted the sternum and began heart massage. After 30 pushes he grabbed Lavender's face and pulled it back slightly, then linked his mouth to hers and tried to perform artificial breathing. At that moment, Harry felt something was wrong. Too late. Lavender suddenly grabbed the back of his head, and hang her hands around his neck, causing him to lose balance. Harry felt some movement of her tongue and suddenly found himself in a deep kiss. The weight of her body, which Lavender had used as a lever, made Harry fall completely on top of her. As that was happening, he felt a small amount of liquid in his mouth that Lavender poured into him, using the moment of disbalance. Harry felt a pleasant, sweet taste as he subconsciously swallowed the entire contents.
When he recovered from the shock, he tried to release himself, breaking away from Lavender, who started giggling merrily. Harry, still crouching, immediately reached for his wand in his pants pocket, only to realize it wasn't there.
– Looking for this? – Asked Katie standing behind him, with his wand in her hand.
– Give it ba- – Harry wanted to shout furiously while standing up, but suddenly felt hot. Like something prevented him from being angry at her. – What did you do to me? – Asked Harry confused.
– Oh nothing special, you just got a bit of a love potion, we wanted to make sure you are going to give yourself the chance to listen to our... arguments. – Said Lavender standing up, and giggling again.
– Now, be a good boy and sit for a moment. – Said Katie pointing at a nearby wooden chair.
Harry felt an incredible need to fulfill her wish, like the thought of doing what she wanted, would make him extremely happy. So, Harry stood up and did as was told. Girls exchanged a brief look and burst into a peal of loud laughter.
– The potion was quite costly, but it's worth every galleon. – Said Lavender, wiping off the tears of joy from her eyes.
– Will you finally tell me what is it all about? - Asked Harry embarrassed.
– Okay, okay, enough of that, we know you have another part of the exam soon, Mr. Champion. We are not here to sabotage anything, quite the opposite, we know you're going to take first place, Harry. But before we get into that, – Katie took out her wand and charmed out a rubber tether, binding Harry to the chair. – we’re not sure for how long will the potion’s effect last, and we wouldn’t want you to interrupt before we finish our presentation.
– So, since we will be forced to fuck the shit out of some lucky guy, we figured we prefer it to be someone worthy of us. And who better than The Boy Who Lived? Shush. Before you start protesting about your loyalty to Ginny or whatever, we want you to tell something. – Said Lavender.
– She is cheating on you with Dean. – Said firmly, Katie with all the seriousness.
They were both looking at Harry, probably expecting some kind of radical response that they anticipated. To their astonishment, Harry didn’t react at all, he was just looking at them, uninfluenced by that news.
– Oh Merlin, he knows. But how? I saw them just a few days before, goofing around in the main hall. – Mumbled Katie flabbergasted.
– It had to be Granger, nobody else in the school would have the stones to tell him that. – Concluded Lavender. – But well, it makes things only easier, we just have to convince him we’re worth of his pick. – She smiled devilishly.
– It’s not like it was not part of the plan anyway. – Katie smiled as well, both girls came closer to Harry placing their hands on both of his shoulders and leaning close to him.
– Just remember. – Whispered fondly Katie, leaking the inner part of Harry’s ear.
– We’re a package. – Lavender finished, whispering as well, as she gently bit his other ear.
Just then Katie started to kiss his neck, while Lavender looked at her chest critically, and started to unbutton whatever was left of her shirt.
– Merlin's beard, look what mess you’ve done with me, you beast. I barely stopped myself from ruining the plan by pouncing on you back then. – She said excitedly while looking at Harry, who was just staring at her breasts. – Oh, you like these? Well, I guess I can give you a taste.
Lavender took off her shirt and unzipped her bra, causing her smooth globes to pop out. Surprisingly, despite their size they jutted from her chest pretty nicely. Harry looked hungrily, and instinctively tried to grab them, but the charm was forcing his hands to stay in the position.
– My, my, you really crave them, huh? Bon Appetit. – She said, as she sank his face into her tits, motorboating him.
Meanwhile, Katie switched her attention to his lower parts, and started to massage his crotch, driving her hands along his length back and forth. Harry, tired of the powerless situation, groaned and grabbed Lavender’s nipple with his mouth, sucking it hard and biting. “Fuck,” she squeaked as the pleasant pain was sent down her spine. Harry couldn’t believe he was playing with the best pair of tits in the school, he already felt like he had won the competition. Although, the inability to squeeze them, was incredibly frustrating for him. Nevertheless, all of his muscle soreness seemed to suddenly fade away. As the situation at the top started getting more intense, Katie finally untied the track trousers knot and set Harry's beaters bat free.
– Get down here you cow slut, time for the main meal. – As she said that, Lavender backed off, visibly annoyed, and got on her knees next to her friend.
– Geez, took you long enough, I just hope you don’t expect to have any priority only because you were such a slouch. – Said Lavender and glanced at Harry’s fully ready, throbbing length. – HO-lyy fuck. Are you a centaur? – Lavender asked uncontrollably.
– Scared? – Said Harry with open satisfaction after all that tits play.
– Kidding me? She’s now wetter than the Pacific Ocean. – Katie snorted.
Indeed, Lavender started to breathe heavily when she suddenly grabbed both of his inner thighs and took a long, loving nuzzle of his cock. She moaned in admiration, licked her lips, and got close enough with her open mouth so Harry could feel her hot breath on the tip of his member. Just as she was to give him a promising head, she got grabbed by her hair and pulled away from him by Katie.
– Have you completely lost your bloody mind? You would seriously just blow him dry without any finesse? Here, that’s how it’s done. – Said Katie as she took Lavender’s place and started provokingly clucking and licking Harry's shaft.
Seeing that, Lavender gasped irritated but started to do the same to the inner parts of his thighs, the bottom of his torso, and the close area of his crotch. The pleasure flowing from two girls playing delicately with him caused Harry's blood flow to soon achieve the speed of light. His hard rock cock kept throbbing, begging for some solid action. As Katie used her tongue on his nuts and started to stroke his dick subtly, some of the precum started to flow from the glans.
– Mhmm – Katie purred, – Someone got really excited. – and went up with her tongue outlining a saliva path from the bottom of his sack up to the top of the shaft. After reaching it, she winked to him and sucked the moisture off, swirling her tongue on just the very top of the tip. – Should we get down to business for real? Or should we call it a day, I wonder. – Katie pretended to be wondering, tapping her index finger against her chin. – Yeah, I think we should go, Lavi. But you, you think about it, if you pick us, you could get everyday revenge on these two dirty whores that lef-
– Enough is enough. – Interrupted her Harry suddenly, who turned as red as a beetroot. He tightened his arms to the limit, feeling again the injuries he suffered during the exam, and with a slight crack, he broke both of the bands binding him down. As the pair of girls widened their eyes astounded, his hands launched way too quickly for them to react. In the next moment, he got his hands full with the girls' hair.
– Damn tarts, you were planning on leaving me blue-balled, huh? You better show me now, how sorry you are. – Said Harry who turned into a primal mode of sexual frustration, as he forcefully directed Katie’s head at his cock, and plunged Lavender’s face into his sack. As expected, none of them were protesting. Katie started getting up and down as far as she could, with her hand stroking his shaft simultaneously. She was sincerely trying, but apparently, Katie was not the type of girl that is able to swallow the whole thing over and over again without sharing a tear. However, her incredible tongue work harmonized with powerful sucking skills was enough to completely overwhelm Harry with pleasure. With each move he was being sent further and further away to an absolutely different world. Meanwhile, sweet Lavender was eating his balls so much, Harry was afraid she will swallow them. He was not sure if it was due to the love potion, but he felt like he was far more sensitive than usual.
– Look at me, – Harry gasped, and as he didn’t address any of the girls precisely, both of them looked him in the eyes, multiplying the experience. – Merlin that’s good. – He moaned, and released the hair grips altogether.
Girls seemed to smile at that compliment, and now free Katie, pulled the dick out of her mouth with sloppy noise and a string of viscous mixture of saliva. With her look locked with his, she spat on the dick and started to stroke it with both of her hands. As a result, all of the spit gathered on Harry’s cock started to flow down and drip on Lavender, who was still absorbed in gobbling his balls. That sight was just too much.
– Can’t hold it for much longer. – Harry hissed.
Hearing that Lavender rose up, and shouted in indignation. – Make some place you greedy bitch!
Katie moved more to the right and removed one hand, but the other she just shifted to the base of the shaft.
– Here, have some, slut! – Katie giggled as she placed her free, greasy hand at the back of Lavender’s head and stuck Harry’s whole dick into her throat in one go. Then, she clasped her hair and started to deepthroat her all the way down over and over again, with her right hand still stroking the base.
*GULP GULP GULP*
Despite Katie’s rough treatment, Lavender didn’t back down nor resist, Harry guessed that without her friend’s help she would’ve done exactly the same. And what a different kind of head it was, Quidditch’s Chaser was precise and subtly, with some certain technique. While Lavender just kept shoving it as far down as possible, gagging, and throwing spit all over him. The feeling of having his cock buried in her tightening throat, and the touch of her drawn-out tongue was just something different. It was only natural that Harry couldn’t last for much longer, the spasms of pleasure made him writhe like a fish out of water. He looked down at the girls just to see Katie lewdly biting her lips as she’s pressing down her friend’s head, then he reached his limits.
– Fuck! I’m gonna-! – Screamed Harry uncontrollably.
At this moment Katie tried to push Lavender’s head back. Not quick enough. The first shots of Harry’s thick cum got released straight into his busty lover’s throat. A clear gulp could’ve been heard as some tears run down from her eyes. The rest of the massive load got released in her mouth, which she happily accepted, sucking off until the very last drop. When the source run dry, she pulled Harry’s dick out, and opened her mouth, showing the mess he has done. As the result, a thin white line leaked from the corner of her mouth. Seeing that, Katie dragged her face closer to her, squeezing both of her chicks with her hand, and lustfully licked up whatever got out of her mouth.
– Merlin, at least don’t be wasteful. – Katie laughed, and bind with her in a french kiss. Both girls started panting as they kept exchanging a mixture of Harry’s cum and their fluids in a tongue fight. In a moment though, they seemed to forget about aesthetics, with stuff getting out of their mouths, messing their chins, necks, and breasts. After a few more moments, each kiss was getting finished with a gulp, and as they emptied their mouths they opened their eyes, looked at each other, and started laughing hysterically.
– Merlin, you’re quite of a story. – Snorted Harry who got infected by their laughter.
In response both girls opened their mouths, and stuck out their tongues, showing him that nothing was left.
– May I have my wand now? – Asked Harry with a smile on his face, standing and putting his pants back on.
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The sun was falling on his face, and Harry, with his eyes closed, absorbing the rays of the sun, narrated. Hermione had been staring at him throughout the story, why was she staring at him like that? "Harry isn't just doing this for you, you idiot", she thought. She shook her head slightly, snapping herself out of her thoughts.
– Later they told me to undress and analyzed my body with medical charms, and took my blood sample. – Harry finished the story.
– So, so far so good? Your structural tests will surely turn out perfect as well. – Said Hermione.
– Yeah. By the way, how did u end up being my group's student guide? You caught me off guard back then, when you walked out of that room. You should've told me. – Harry laughed.
– I wish I knew! – Hermione protested. – It was all McGonagall, she approached me about 20 minutes before the exam and told me that she chose me for that role and that I rolled 3rd group. I suspect she did it on purpose for some reason. Putting you and me in the same group I mean.
– You think so? It doesn't give me any advantage nor disadvantage. At this point, the chosen girls just help with the organization of this circus.
– I'm not sure, it's just a feeling she gave me when I was talking with her. Anyway, I wonder how other competitors did, the 3rd group was somehow made of many favorites.
– Doesn't really bother me, every guy in the school is my opponent at this point, remember? – Harry asked as he massaged his arm, and looked her in the eyes. – I'm to be number one. – Said Harry, straightening up and pointing at himself with his thumb, imitating cartoonish heroes.
Hermione laughed sincerely.
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DADA classroom – the following day, 1 PM
Harry was sitting by a desk in his favorite class, with him, were all the members of the 3rd group, and several representatives of the Ministry. Surprisingly, Harry couldn't wait for the tests to roll, usually, he would have prayed for easy questions in such a situation. Now, he couldn't wait to see if anything will surprise him. One of the officials clapped his hands and all the students turned their eyes to him.
– Here we start the theoretical part of the exam, you have 45 minutes for the whole examination, good luck to everyone. – He said toneless, then tapped his wand on the pile of copies on the desk. The sheets lifted up and flew to each student's desk.
Harry took out a pen, dipped it in the inkwell, and opened the first page. "Here we go." He thought.
Harry started the closed part of the test quite briskly, the questions seemed easy to him, although hearing McLaggen and Smith's grunts he knew they certainly weren't. As Hermione instructed him, he firstly focused on the ones he knew the answer for sure, returning to the ones that required some consideration later. He had 25 minutes left on the clock when he entered the open part of the exam, good time, but just then the problems started. Harry knew a lot of things, thanks to his friend’s help, but he didn't have so much experience to solve practical problems at this level. Questions of this degree of difficulty were usually found at the end of school exams, for those who wanted more, Harry was not one of them. For this reason, combining knowledge from many fields into one answer came with terrible difficulty to him, and he could not afford to make a mistake. One task is worth as many as 5 points, Hermione's calculations showed that Harry can afford to lose a maximum of 2 points to a real have chance for the first place. Harry gritted his teeth as the next task turned out to be as intricate as the previous one. After completing the 4th exercise, Harry breathed in a sigh of relief, as only the last one remained, he straightened in his chair and looked at the clock. 7 minutes left, which means he wasn't doing as bad as he thought, statistically he had 2 minutes to spare for this task, he returned to his hunched posture and started reading.
4 minutes later, Harry was sweating more than a mountain troll, stalled on the last task. The crucial part of it was to describe the process of creating one of the most coveted potions, Felix Felicis. He couldn't for the life of him recall the number in which shape the spell had to be performed at the last step of brewing. Harry had brain mush. "That's all it takes, just one more thing, and the hardest part of his job will be over. Could it be 6? Or maybe 8? Or was it 9?” Thoughts were attacking Harry, who in his desperation started to lead his sight between the clock and the parchment, unable to think.
With 60 seconds left on the clock, Harry was watching every movement of the clock's hand, each second seemed like a stab. When suddenly, he saw a tiny movement in the corner of his eye, something was moving on his parchment. He looked at his work and saw a miniature version of an ink-black mouse. The mouse was smaller than a pin and ran vigorously along the sheet, finally turning and ending up in the upper corner of the sheet. Then it lifted its head, looked at Harry, jumped, and dived into the paper, splashing and drawing a thick number "8". Harry glanced around the room timidly, but none of the guards hovering around the desks paid him any particular attention. Harry, without thinking much, erased the mouse residue and added the number eight to his potion diagram. He looked at the clock with 10 seconds left, put down his pen, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair with relief. The bell on the teacher's desk began to howl, announcing the end of time.
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After the theoretical exam, they were not given much rest, 15 minutes later he was called into the office for a practical test. Here, however, he was not afraid of literally anything, with his already solid skills in charms, he only completed some blank spots with Hermione. Any other student would have called it a curse, but Harry was glad when he drew a Patronus charm. After a brief focus, he conjured up a glowing, human-sized deer, the committee nodded their heads and awarded Harry maximum points.
Harry left the room and found himself alone in the corridor. He looked around, took a deep breath, and shouted joyfully to himself. – “YES!”
Comments
Kayro
Hey, they do not have a sexual encounter in this chapter, I assume you talk about the tags from an Archive of our own. They do have some relationship ongoing, that's why they're included. The story is meant for 15+ chapters tho, so please follow to see how their affinity evolves :)
Romavictrix
Wait so is hermione included or no? Lol
