pleasurevillain
patreon
Project Hieronymus Chapter 7 – Version B
🕑 Added 2023-03-21 00:42:14 +0000 UTCChapter 7
Another bad dream from a series of unrelated nightmares woke Harry up for the countless time. Both tired and annoyed by the inability to fall into a proper sleep, Harry decided to confront the painful thoughts occupying his mind. He anxiously turned around, ending on his back, and lifted his hands upon his face, rubbing his eye sockets and smelling the sweat of the palms of his hands that made him recall the memories from before.
~~~~~~
Despite the circumstances, Harry simply couldn’t resist the temptation of a horny girl almost begging to be played with. Not to mention Lavender’s body was meant to be caressed, every part of her body was in a perfect shape and consistency to squeeze, slap, or burry in whatever part of your body you wanted to. No surprise the girl herself was enjoying Harry’s hands wandering all over her body. Her senses must’ve been heightened even without her lewd personality. And just when the situation reached its climax, and Harry grabbed Brown’s pants to pull them down, he heard the word that reminded him of the situation he was in.
“Meh... Harry, it's always Harry in the center of attention, I'm glad Ron opened our eyes, egoistic prick.”
Just then Harry’s hands stopped, and he felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was splashed on his head, quickly flowing down his spine and surrounding his stomach.
‘Ron?’ Harry asked himself in his thoughts, trying to analyze the last couple of weeks, but couldn’t remember any memory of him and his best mate. The desperation rose with each millisecond as Harry was unfolding day after day trying to find even a single moment from which he could read the mood of the last encounter between him and Ron. But all in vain.
His dreadful desperation ceased, turning into feeling incomprehension, grudge, and hatred with each word of the Irish wizard.
‘HE!? BETREAYED. ME?! WHY? WHY RON? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!’ Harry’s thought process turned into those burning questions repeated one after one, only snowballing the tensity of his emotions.
He wasn’t himself at the moment, feeling the burning sensation in his scar and unknown feeling in his heart he realized what he was doing only when he felt the wet sensation on the tip of his stiff member pressing against Lavender’s entrance. Yet it was too late for him to get a grip.
With his jaw clenched so hard he heard a crack in his back teeth, he threw his hips forward with murderous intention. Usually being just eager to please a girl or explore new territory, and have fun, but this time he didn’t care about the girl’s feelings. He didn’t really care about his either, to be fair. Starting to fuck with the intention of killing, each thrust was meant to go as deep as possible, with intention of breaking and hurting Harry kept sending his member back and forth in a mad-like tempo. Each time the skin of his pubic bone hit Lavender’s bubbly butt, creating a smack-like sound, he exhaled an unnaturally large amount of air.
Driven by the dark emotions he snapped out of them just when a sudden force made him go up, synchronizing with his thrust, and making his dick literally crash against Lavender’s back wall. Just that incredible feeling of his glans getting in a collision with the hot place he has never experienced before made him reach orgasm, even feeling his own cum bouncing back from the wall and landing on his shaft.
Moments later he got separated from his lover and crashed onto some wooden surface with his back.
~~~~~~~~
Reliving the moments of the prior evening filled Harry’s blood with anger once more, clasping his face so hard the tips of his fingers turned all white, unable to reason Ron’s treason. Repeating the very questions inside of his head he has been asking himself back behind the bower brought nothing but an accumulation of bad emotions. Unable to handle these, he just let himself build them up, like gathering enough of it to form a mindset weapon, ready to be pointed in a brand new, never-before explored direction.
And so, after minutes of this tense state, he suddenly felt literally a release, rising in a blink of an eye he looked at the neighboring bed where snoring Ron was sleeping like a rock. All of the accumulated spirit left him, as Harry fixed his eyes on his best friend. All of the happy moments run before his eyes, but instead of bringing relief, they deepened his pain.
“You thought you can take my place? I will make you suffer so hard you will wish you never crossed me Ronald Weasley,” Harry spoke in a lowered voice, ending the sentence with a slight hiss filled with spite.
As he finished the sentence he felt the pressure leaving his body, that anxious nail in his heart simply disappeared, allowing him to fall into a deep and steady sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~
Minutes before 9 AM – Corridors before the Great Hall
Despite waking up in excellent shape, Harry woke up a bit too late, forcing him to rush his morning routine. And so with quick steps, he was marching through the absolutely crowded corridors leading to the Great Hall area. Hogwart has many pompous events a year, each time filling the school with a specific, often lively, and vivid energy.
But not a Christmas spirit, quidditch finals nor even the Triwizard Tournament could compete with the excitement hanging in the air due to today’s day. And with the school’s open policy for the day, many adult wizards could be found all over the school, naturally, mostly around the Great Hall where in moments the 5 champions were to officially state their picks. As the number-one student of the school was advancing, he would get almost only two types of reactions to his presence, he either met full of disrespectful glares or wide smiles and cheerful nods. Male students that was, as he didn’t spot a single female scholar, not until he reached the big square open area in front of the entrance.
All of the girls were gathered there by the ministerial officials, standing in groups, mostly divided by their everyday social affiliations. However, the first thing Harry spotted was not the number of them, but rather their look. Each of them, without exception, was wearing the same black robes school uniform with the symbols of one’s house. On top of that, black, simple choker necklaces with dangling silver ball pendants the size of hazelnut were entwining their necks.
Harry looked in amazement, thinking once more about the impossibility of correct choice, seeing numerous gorgeous girls, each with some different interesting feature Harry was ready to fall in love with. As he was scanning the crowd in search of a particular person, his eyes stayed a little bit longer on a dark-hair Ravenclaw girl with a middle nose earring, smiling at him nicely. Just when he managed to take his eyes off her, his attention got drawn by another beautiful dazzling girl, a busty Hufflepuff this time, who even got the courage to wave to Harry. He swore to know her name. ‘What was it? Sophie? Seren?’ Harry racked his brain trying to recall the information.
Fortunately, before he got distracted by yet another tempting object of affection, he spotted the wavy brown hair he has been looking out for.
“Hey! You loook... rather unusual,” said Harry scanning Hermione’s outfit with his eyes with a smile on his face. “You think so?” She asked disconcertingly touching up her choker collar.
“Of course he thinks so, just look at the fire in his eyes, I bet he can’t wait to-” Romilda snorted in a friendly manner, but stopped, feeling Harry’s scolding gaze.
“You both look great,” he added after a moment. “I just wanted to make sure you have the book with you.”
Hermione gave him the look that look indicating the irrationality of his question, but honored him with the reply.
“Of course, I also remember the pages and paragraphs you asked me to.”
“Perfect, just remember not to do anything stupid, we don’t want to have a street fight, but rather to accomplish something. Speaking of, have you seen Daphne? I have to update her on the plan.”
“You didn’t tell her yet?!” Hermione asked indignantly.
“Geez, Harry, she’s there,” Romilda joined Hermione’s reaction, locating and pointing with a nod of her head at Daphne leaning alone against the wall. “Go and explain to her.”
“Merlin, what’s gotten into you? Girls solidarity? Fine, fine,” he raised his hand defensively and directed his steps toward the Slytherin girl.
“Potter?” She asked unconcernedly as the Champion approached her.
“There’s something I need to tell you, it might sound sly but I’ve come up with a plan that-”
“Is there something I need to do for it to work?” She asked quickly, focusing her sight on something behind him.
“No, but-”
“Then I don’t care, do what you have to do,” she interrupted him again, speaking firmly. “Behind you.”
Before Harry managed to turn around, he got grabbed by his arm and forcefully led backward.
“Mr. Potter!” McGonagall shouted. “I can’t believe you somehow consider it appropriate to have a little chit-chat with Mrs. Greengrass when you’re already late 3 minutes! Careless just like your father, I swear to Merlin-”
Harry only smiled at the Gryffindor’s Head’s actions, and secretly winked at Daphne as being dragged into the Great Hall.
After another minute of listening to McGonagall’s scolding, Harry got instructed to enter the Trophy Room and await officials of the Ministry. The insides of the room were already well known to him, seeing the design, countless decorations, cups, goblets, and other physical memorizations of one’s deeds. The memory of entering the room as the present and of the Triwizard Tournament filled his mind.
Not for long though, as just then he spotted the glances of the other four champions from all over the place. Even from that distance, he felt the tension in the room, almost like a pack of lethal animals stuck in the same cage.
“Look who finally honored us with his presence. Forgot your map, Potter?” Zacharias sneered, coming out from behind a gigantic golden cup in his yellow uniform.
“I doubt he even knows how to use it without the help of Granger,” Roger joined the act, examining some medal, clothed all in blue.
“I reckon you will have plenty of situations to prove who knows what,” said unexpectedly Blaise, sounding almost like he was defending Harry.
The only one who remained silent was Draco, standing with his back turned to the whole situation, tossing some crown.
Both of the lower champions gave green wizard looks that would put any snake to shame, but before they got the chance to bark some answer back at him, the front door got slammed wide open.
A horde of ministerial officials headed by Mrs. Gantari, dressed in her usual tight uniform, the Hogwarts Headmaster, and all four Heads of the houses entered the room.
“I’m glad to see you all in good shape today,” she said smiling, as all the champions gathered in the center of the room. “Words cannot express how proud I’m to see you all shining, showing the potential the Project unlocked in you,” she said, clapping her hands together.
Hearing that, an elder man stepped out from the crowd with a velvet pillow on which five, exactly the same rings were laying.
“Please take one of these each of you, they’re blood artifacts of a special class that will bind you with the collars of the students you pick. Please don’t try to remove them on your own under any circumstances, as you may end up losing much more than a finger.”
Harry picked up the middle ring and put it on his left index finger. The moment he let it go with his other hand, he felt an unexpected, slight cut on the inside, causing Harry to hiss. The ring vibrated for a moment, adjusting its size, and glowed with a red light for a moment, before tarnishing.
“As you hopefully learned from the manuals you received, the status of the champion might be lost in a variety of ways. It means that the ring is not your permanent possession but rather a privilege, designed in such a way it will get transmitted to a person who would take your place,” she explained calmly, hiding the previous excitement. “The binding between your rings and girls’ collars disallows them to permanently injure the owner and inflict any type of physical relationship with any other male against the current doctrines of the Project. These, are two simple, but very powerful spells that got cast to ensure meeting the projected assumptions of the project.”
“Come now, Champions, let the Project Hieronymus come true,” Mrs. Gantari finished with her usual, child-like optimism, leading the boys back to the Great Hall.
When they climbed the stairs, Harry felt glad he had taken the load off of him yesterday with the girls, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to reason straight. The long line of girls was spreading across almost the whole length of the place. The sensation that the variety of types of girls were giving him at the moment was unspeakable. From busty, natural sport blondes, to dark sweet girls, all types of redheads, including dark-skinned witches, Asians, and Indian chicks... The list was just going on and on.
When they entered the scholar podium, the same ‘5 3 1 2 4’ marks were awaiting them on the ground, ready for them to take positions.
Once everyone was in place, Mrs. Gantari directed her words to the champions.
“I presume you have your choices already processed but don’t hesitate to spend a couple of extra minutes to make sure about your selection. Once you’re ready you can either state the name or point with your finger to lock your picks. Your rings will automatically bond. Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Potter.”
Harry stepped forward and looked around the place, the sight of over 50 pairs of eyes staring at him was intimidating even despite the fact that he was about to choose whom he wishes to freely fuck. He walked along the line, meeting many familiar faces, smiling, secretly biting lips or winking at him. Yet he stopped only once he found the one he was looking for, the brown pair of eyes he wanted the most. Widening his infectious smile, he took a moment before stating the name, making the other person uncontrollably smile as well.
“Hermione Granger.”
As the name cut the silence in the room, the silver ball hanging from Hermione’s collar changed its color to golden and started to magically melt, and transform, finally shaping a ‘H’ sign before hardening. Interested, Hermione touched the new pendant, and remembering the instructions of the Ministry she moved forward.
After walking her off with his eyes, Harry started to move again once Hermione took her place behind the ‘1’ sign on the podium. After a short walk, he found another of his main targets, stopping in front of the smug-looking redhead, and looking Ginny deep in the eyes. Unable to withstand his sight, she started shooting her eyes sideways, giving other girls confident, and proudful looks. And when Harry opened his mouth to say the name, she was already leaning forward, already in motion, just to be hit by the news and trip in place.
“Lavender Brown and Katie Bell.”
The smile on Ginny’s face faded away in a blink of an eye, turning into a gasp of air out of surprise when she met Harry’s telling eyesight. Meanwhile, before the girls’ pendants finished reshaping, they were already running to the podium together, giggling and holding hands.
“We’re done, you traitorous bitch,” Harry hissed with spite quietly, but loud enough so the girls around hear him as well. These words gave him more relief than picking additional 10 girls would. Not wasting any second more on his now ex-girlfriend he stepped quickly to the middle and stated another name without further ado.
“Romilda Vane.”
The girl immediately left the row, almost jumping happily, even looking around on her way and showing her tongue to some group of girls she apparently disliked.
“Angelina Johnson.”
The dark-skinned witch smiled discreetly and with her head high, she firmly joined the others, giving Harry a nice glance as she passed him.
‘Halfway through,’ Harry thought, looking around at all of these faces, each so interesting, so tempting. He felt as if he was ready to fall in love with each of their traits, but he quickly scolded himself in his mind and spoke another name.
“Cho Chang.”
Surprised, but clearly positively, the Asian girl walked only after her friend standing next to her pushed her forward, like she was unsure if she heard Harry correctly.
“Padma and Parvati Patil.”
The Indian twins looked at each other simultaneously in disbelief, and moved forward at the same time, exchanging some happy comments on their way to joining Harry’s collection.
“Luna Lovegood.”
Even with the blue uniform forced by the ministerial officials, she was standing out, with odd bracelets, hair pins, and other accessories hanging on her. Not showing too many emotions, she toddled up and stood beside the rest of the girls.
With his last pick, the tension in the room rose up to the roof, and almost every remaining girl had that one constant thought in her mind, ‘Please say my name, please pick me, pick me, pick me.'
Just before saying it, Harry unexpectedly looked back, not at his girls, but at the number 2 Champion. Looking Draco straight in the eyes, and put an ugly smile on his face and gave him a smug wink.
“Astoria Greengrass.”
The whole room started to whisper and comment on the situation, shocked, just like the girl herself. Even the chief president Gantari has shown surprisement, giving Harry a look of amazement with a sparkle in her eyes for a moment, before the Headmaster silenced his students.
With slow, averse movement, she started walking toward the group, meeting Draco’s eyesight just as her silver ball changed its shape to Harry’s initial. When she finally made it, Harry turned around and looked at the group he assembled, pleased with the final result.
Shortly after, he felt this specific, pleasant smell. ‘What was that? Cocoa butter balm? Is she using Muggles’ cosmetics?’ Harry thought as he felt the chief president’s soft hand shaking his own.
“A photo, Mr. Potter?” She asked, standing closer than the situation required, and inviting him with a gesture to pose with his group and her. “Smile, Mr. Potter, you and your girls rate the front page.”
Harry didn’t have to force the smile, recalling the memories of the last time he heard that phrase, the crooked smile put itself on his face.
*FLASH*
“I will not hold you any longer, Mr. Potter, you’re free to get off to your headquarters.”
“My headquarters?”
“Yes, just as described in the manual you supposedly read.”
“Ah! Yes, of course, now I remember,” said Harry clearly not remembering. He gave away his manual to Hermione the moment he got it.
“Great, as you know, each of the champions has the privilege of his own quarters, with the master’s office and bedrooms for each of the female participants. Here’s your key, your room is on the fourth floor, I will pay you a visit after the ceremony to disclose the details of the equipment and arrangement of the insides since the department got tremendous funding for the project,” Mrs. Gantari said, taking out a big, heavy key with Ministry’s sign on its bow.
Accepting the key, Harry looked at his girls, who quickly gathered behind him, and started heading to the double doors of the Great Hall. Once he passed the line of the remaining girls, he heard the voice of the Chief President.
“Your turn, Mr. Malfoy, whenever you’re ready.”
The response of the Slytherin leader was almost immediate and spoken just loud enough for Harry, who was about to open the door, to hear.
“Ginny Weasley!”
‘Predictable twit.’ Harry thought, smiling, as he pompously opened the double door with a swing of his wand.
As he stepped through the doorframe, the numerous crowd of both male students and visitors from outside Hogwarts welcomed him with applause. Caught by surprise, Harry stopped for a moment leading his eyes across the square, recognizing some of the smiling faces, including a few members of the Order of the Phoenix, while the others remained completely unknown.
His attention got drawn for a moment longer to a piercing eyesight in the distance, Lucius Malfoy was apparently trying to murder him with his eyes, clenching his jaw and clasping his cane. Next to him, a mature woman with black-white hair was standing, he recognized her as Draco’s mother, Narcissa of house Black. He recalled Sirius telling him stories about her and her sisters. With her red lipstick, she raised the corner of her mouth when their eyesight met, giving him a glance he wasn't sure how to read.
Finally, Harry moved forward, followed by his group, and got quickly surrounded by all types of people, all wanting to shake his hand and express their congratulations towards the Boy Who Lived.
After a short moment, he already felt his hands were already dirty, like a public good, touched and patted by dozens of people. With a forced smile, and bored look he was starting to pay less and less attention to those speaking to him, glancing at his girls, watching their diverse reactions to the attention they were getting.
‘Really, I would rather fight a dragon than be the monkey of this circus.’ Harry thought, having his arm almost pulled out by the iron-grip handshake of a short, fat clerk called in an uninteresting way, and being the head of the department Harry forgot the moment the words left the guy’s mouth.
Harry’s wish was to come true, although it was not a dragon he was supposed to fight. The sound of the double door of the Great Hall slamming open with a remarkable force filled the room, stopping the tumult around Harry and his group. All of the eyes focused on the person responsible for the mess.
Draco Malfoy was marching with a hasty and vigorous move, quickly locating Harry and locking eyes with him. The crowd around his target scattered like dust in the wind, the square got quickly cleared, and suddenly the two opposing groups were the only ones standing in it. And while Harry’s bigger group was quite diverse in colors, Draco’s whole team was bathed in green clothes and silver pendants, with one exception of the Gryffindor readhead. It only served to deepen the feeling of conflict between these two, before Draco got closer, Harry was able to recognize only Daphne, and Pansy Parkinson, but that was just enough.
“Potterrr!” Slytherin boy hissed, clenching his jaw in a similar manner as his father standing not so far away. “You bloody, treacherous, dead from the neck up knob! We had a deal, didn’t we? Give her back!”
“We?” Harry asked, frowning. “A deal? I don’t recall,” he said innocently, spreading his arms.
With a quick, learned move, Draco drew his wand from behind his belt, along with 6 of his companions who followed his actions, taking dueling posses. However this turn of events was anticipated, by the time Draco aimed his wand at Harry, his opponent was already standing in a ready-to-act position with his wand in his hand, just like 9 of his girls.
“It seems as if the odds are against you, Malfoy, you really want to give it a shot?”
“I won’t let you take her, understood? I won’t let you take Astoria! Give her back!”
“Hmm...” Harry tapped his finger against his lips, pretending to be putting some consideration into that. “Who would you give me in return? How about Parkinson?”
“Please, you must be absolutely mad if you think Draco is ever going to trad-” Pansy snorted dismissively.
“FINE! You can have her, just give Astoria back!” Draco shouted eagerly, cutting Pansy off, who lowered her wand in disbelief, clearly getting hurt by the unexpected outcome.
“Iiii don’t know, maybe her and Daphne?” Harry suggested, tauntingly.
“In no world that’s a fair exchange,” Draco responded through his teeth.
“You think so? Yeah, perhaps you’re right. That’s because I don’t really want to give her up either.”
“Then upon the Project’s law, I challenge you to a duel! I have that right as the second in the ranking!” Draco spitted out, smiling, clearly playing one of his aces.
“I see you've come prepared. Hermione,” Harry spoke her name like a command, without turning his head.
Harry’s best friend swiftly pulled out Project’s manual she had prepared and opened it on the needed page right away.
“Section 3, paragraph 1 of the Project Hieronymus’ manual, Each student has the right to challenge another participant to a duel for one’s assets, under the circumstances of points 1,2 & 3.”
“And these say?” Harry asked.
“Paragraph 1, point 1 Whose assets number is the same or smaller by 1; or whose ranking position is 1 below from the challenged.
Paragraph 1, point 2 The above claim can be executed not more often than once in 7 days.
Paragraph 1, point 3 The challenged cannot deny the duel, yet preserves the right to choose the place and the asset he chooses to venture,” Hermione read, in a smooth, formal tone, and closed the book with a loud sound of the parts hitting each other.
“Keep your mouth shut, you fil-thy mudblood.”
There was a time when Harry would lose his temper hearing these words, but that time was far behind him, he didn’t have to turn around to feel Hermione was already above meaningless insults. And Harry realized deep down that the reason he would fight Malfoy in the past was to defend her feelings, to make her feel safe.
“Save your venom for your own house, it doesn’t change the obvious. You can’t make me do anything,” Harry said with smug, but seeing the Slytherin Boy griping his wand harder Harry worried if he had not overdone in.
“What are you, scared, Potty? You allegedly fought You-Know-Who but you’re scared of fighting me?”
“Scared?” Harry asked passionately, pretending to be hot under the collar. “Of you? Please.”
“Great Harry Potter!” Malfoy shouted, addressing the crowds stuffed in the corridors leading to the square, watching the whole scene with interest. “Champion of the school. The Chosen One hides behind rules, and law gimmicks, petrified that his mythical power would get exposed in front of this honorable group,” Draco threw the accusations in an announcing way.
Showing physical signs of frustration, Harry’s mental smile kept widening with each of Draco’s words.
“Big talk, Malfoy, let’s have it your way. I will sweeten the deal for you then.”
“Which useless bitch are you going to pretend is worth for two pure-blood witches of Slytherin this time?”
“All of them,” Harry smiled cockily, spreading his arms, along his group behind him. “I bet all of my girls against your two. I doubt,” Harry announced loudly, addressing the people around them. “There’s a single person who would call that an unfair deal.”
The space got filled with a murmur and silent comments exchanged between the folk.
‘What is he up to?’ Draco thought, feeling the rising pressure of the pocking eyes. ‘Why didn’t he pick his girlfriend? Is he so confident he will try to beat me twice? No, but he can’t. Not until the next week.’ Draco kept analyzing the corner he drove himself into. Nevertheless, he couldn’t back down now. The last thought before he aired the words was ‘If anything goes wrong, I can always trade Weasley for Astoria and Daphne.’
“I accept your terms! Defend yourself, Potter!” Draco shouted, taking off his black jacket with the Slytherin symbol, and throwing it to one of his girls with short, dark hair. None of the duelists noticed, but for a brief moment, both of their rings glowed with the same, red light.
Before the covering met its destination, Draco’s wand was already aimed at his opponent.
“IGNIVIPERIA!”
The end of Draco's wand exploded. A thick line of something resembling mud and rock started to shoot out of it. As the stream was making contact with the oxygen, it started to pulse with fire. The line kept getting longer and longer as Draco was balancing his wand. And when the front part hit the ground, Draco made a sharp move, cutting off from his creation before the blaze could reach his hand holding the wand.
Long for 7 feet and in the size of a small cat, the snake shook off remnants of now solid rock, and hissed at Harry, exposing its two fangs made of pure fire.
Before the snake started to glide toward his master’s enemy, Harry was already mid-air, jumping away from the serpent. Increasing the distance between them, giving himself more time to cast the spell.
“AQUAFLUCTUS!”
Harry shouted, aiming his wand at the nearby drinking fountain, helping himself with the other hand to stabilize the cast. The water inside guggled loudly, and with high pressure blew up the tap. The geyser of water shot up, but instead of splashing uncontrollably all around, it started to form a stream of water leading to the ground.
Meanwhile, the serpent’s chase controlled by Draco started to give effects. Jumping back as quickly as he was able to, Harry couldn’t possibly outrun a fully grown snake. Glancing at the size of his water bubble, he made another jump, avoiding the collision with a group of wizards blocking one of the corridors. The snake rapidly changed direction as well, passing the crowd by less than two feet, causing the people in the front row to tremble and panic, feeling the hot air around the creature.
Harry felt it as well, knowing he doesn’t have more time, he swung his wand, allowing the bubble to splash against the ground, and with a slight move of his wand, he sent it at Draco. The bubble took now the form of a formidable wave, gliding on the floor. Harry looked at the snake that tightened like a spring, and he waited until the last possible moment, allowing the serpent to jump, before hitting it with a simple air-blow spell.
It couldn’t possibly harm it, in fact, it lightened it up, causing it to generate dozens of sparks on its way to the middle of the area. Right between Harry and Draco.
As the snake crushed against the ground, the wave gliding against Draco hit the beast instead. The collision of cold water and literally blazing snake created a boisterous hissing sound and started to pump so much steam, that Draco couldn’t even see the last moments of his congealing snake as the thick steam created a smoke-like area between the duelists.
Enraged, Draco stepped back a few steps from the fog and decided to take a defensive approach, waiting for the fog to fade away or for Harry to attack, being in a disadvantageous position. For a good 20 seconds, nothing happened, until...
*CRACK*
Draco briskly turned to his left, in expectation of his enemy, instead, he looked at pieces of a small, long flask rolling on the ground. Only due to his excellent dueling skills and incredible luck the whole encounter didn’t end for him in the next second.
Without looking the other way, Draco cast his spell in the dark, based purely on his instincts.
“BOMBARDA!”
“FLIPENDO!”
Simultaneously, the spells passed each other, hitting different targets. Harry’s dueling spell landed right between Draco’s heart and left arm, sending him spinning into mid-air for a good 20 feet until he crushed against a wall. Unfortunately for him, with his left hand.
At the same time, Slytherin’s exploding charm hit the wall on Harry’s left, sending dozens of sharp rock shards against Gryffindor’s face. Cutting his nose, the left side of his forehead, and part of his neck, luckily for him, a missing artery. Blood flooded his left eyesocket, forcing him to close it. But, even with only his right eye, he saw his target just fine.
His heroic opponent rose quicker than could be anticipated from someone like Draco and didn’t pay any attention to his unnaturally twisted left wrist. It was already too late. Weakened, Draco was no match to enraged Harry, especially with the potion he drank a minute ago. They crossed their wands, starting to cast defensive and offensive charms alternately.
With each exchange, Harry was gaining more and more of the upper hand, it was only a matter of time before...
“AFFLIGO!”
Caught between his casting, the charm hit Draco right in the center of his chest, causing him to drop his wand and fall back for around 3 feet, landing flat on his back. The duel was over.
On his way, Harry picked up Draco’s tool and approached his defeated adversary.
“Greengrass sisters are from now on under my protection, anyone trying to get them, has to go through me. Make sure to deliver the message to those above you,” stated Harry, looking like a demon, with his one eye closed and both face and neck marked with blood trails. Right after he threw Slytherin’s wand on his stomach and turned around, trying to wipe the blood out of his eye.
Surprisingly, the first one reaching Harry was one of his new assets.
“You’re bleeding!” Daphne shouted with care in her voice, trying to stop the already sluggish flow with the sleeve of her black robe.
“Everyone’s looking,” Harry whispered, noticing the silver ‘D’ melting into golden ‘H’ on her necklace. Harry smiled warmingly.
“I don’t care anymore,” Daphne whispered back.
“Wait-” Draco wheezed, lying on the ground. “W-Wait! I will give you Weasley. I will give you Weasley for Astoria. Just her.”
“Ginny?” Harry asked, looking at the mentioned girl. “Nah, I think she’s right in the place she’s supposed to be.”
A howling sound of the double door cut the room and no one else but Blaise Zabini entered the room, along with 6 of his girls, most of which were Slytherin. He looked around quickly evaluating the situation in the room. Then he shot his eyes between his and Draco’s girls, like comparing them. But Harry knew better, he was counting.
Finally, Blaise moved forward, passing Harry, and approached Draco who was trying to get on his feet with visible difficulties.
“Draco Malfoy, upon the law of the Project I hereby challenge you to a Duel. I put Tracey Davis on the line, pick your girl.”
“Have you gone crazy? Do I look like I can fight? Besides, I got 7 days of cooldown!” Draco protested furiously, both shocked and enraged at his former colleague.
“That cooldown is between you and Harry, not the other participants.”
“What? That's just an unprecise record! It’s clearly a law loophole, what it is!”
“Perhaps, but for now, it’s the law in force.”
Harry only smiled, looking away, getting surrounded and dragged away from the situation by 12 of his girls.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
10 minutes later – Fourth floor, 1st Champion’s chambers
To Chosen One wasn’t surprised by the door-size painting of a barely dressed wood nymph being the guard of the entrance of his chambers. After setting his password, the lady of the woods nodded and unlocked the entrance.
A wide corridor with two rows of three pairs of doors on both sides and one significantly different doorway opposite to the entrance got revealed. Without any further ado, Harry invited his excited girls to look around. And most of them did, with visible excitement they started to open door after door, only to discover all six rooms were identical. Spacious enough to accommodate up to 3 people in one room, they were a bit... roughly decorated. All there was, were three beds, wardrobes, and modest bathrooms.
Seeing the disappointment of his girls, Harry explained calmly that they can arrange and decorate their rooms at their will, having everything funded by the Ministry. Their eyes sparked. Squeaks and cheers could be heard, as they instantly started to discuss their visions of their new rooms.
“Because each of the rooms has enough space just for the three of you, I’m leaving the decision of choosing who you want to share it with up to you.”
“What about this door, Harry, it’s locked,” Luna asked, standing next to Cho, pointing at what seemed to be some kind of the main room.
“Let’s find out,” said Harry taking out the golden key he got from Mrs. Gantari, and with a metallic click he turned the key twice, unlocking the door.
Although arranged just as modernly as the rest of the rooms, this one was much bigger, containing king size wooden bed with a massive canopy, and a heavy desk with a closed structure. Other than that, the room was standing out with the long, for good 9 feet, windows placed behind the desk.
“Woooow!” Padma and Parvati sighed in admiration, running up to the glass and appreciating the view across the entire landscape around Hogwarts.
“Now now, you will have plenty of time to look around. I have no taste for decorating insides, really, so I’m going to need somebody’s help,” he said, embracing both of them by the shoulders and directing them to the exit.
“As I said, team up, pick your rooms, and go pack your things for the moving,” Harry smiled, trying to address all of the girls, even the two silent Slytherins.
Surprisingly though, all of the Girls listened to him right away and started asking each other if they want to be with them like on some art project in the classes. Seeing everything going down smoothly, Harry turned around admiring the view behind the glass himself. Hearing the girls leaving, he allowed himself to think sink in his thoughts about the current situation.
He wasn’t swimming in them for too long though, as he heard somebody sneaking from behind him. The chances of attacking intentions were minimal, so he pretended he doesn’t see her.
“Heeey...” Romilda purred to Harry’s ear, hugging him from behind, with one of her hands placed on his crotch and the other wandering around his chest.
“Hey,” Harry responded with warmth in his voice and a firm note at the same time.
“I was just wondering... Seeing you in action really turned me on, how about a quickie on the desk?”
“I’m a bit tired right now,” Harry lied smoothly, hissing at Romilda's kisses covering the shallow wounds on his neck.
“Then how about a blowjob? I bet you could make use of those lips. Come ooon... Don’t make a girl beg you.”
“We’ll have plenty of time later Romi, go, don’t make the others pick the best beds,” Harry laughed, but decisively unstuck her hands from him.
“You promise?” She asked sweetly, seeing there was nothing to be gained from forcing things.
“I promise,” he responded and gave her a kiss.
Satisfied with the words, she smiled and almost run to the doors, probably wanting to catch up with the others, closing the door on her way out.
‘That was easier than I thought,’ Harry said to himself rather surprised, the girl respected his words right away. He expected some more bragging about it or even stubbornness. ‘I guess I’m just the man now,’ he thought, staring through the window again, feeling more manly than ever, just when he heard the door getting opened.
“Arghhh...” Harry sighed annoyed, as it ruined the confidence he just built. “I told you I’m gonna fuck you later!” He scolded her without even turning around.
“Is that a promise?” A mature female voice asked.
Hearing that, Harry almost jumped in place, quickly turning around, and seeing... nonother but rather surprised, Narcissa Malfoy standing in his doorframe. Dressed in her luxurious green-silver robes, with her lips bathed in deep red lipstick, and her stylish two-colored white-black hair.
“Mrs. Malfoy? I’m sorry I thought it was somebody else. Wait, how did you get in here?”
“May I?” She asked, not waiting for the response, and entered the room. “Och please, what password could Dumbledore’s fanboy possibly set?”
‘Well, she’s got a point,’ Harry blamed himself, realizing setting ‘Dumbledore’ could’ve not been the smartest of his ideas.
“Not gonna argue over that,” Harry said, trying to hide his embarrassment, feeling the dominance she just established by that little of conversation they already had. “So? What do I owe the pleasure? I’m a bit busy.”
“Yes,” Narcissa snorted, amused. “I heard. I’m here to kindly ask you to reconsider the choice of Greengrass sisters,” she continued, casually wandering and sweeping the room with her sight.
“’Kindly ask me to.’ What is it? A carrot and a stick tactic? A bit late for it, isn’t? First, your husband sends a school bully to assault me during the game, later he visits and threatens me, and now, I should just forgive your family and forget about the whole thing? What do I look like, Jesus?”
“Who?” Narcissa asked, taken unawares.
“Nevermind, the point is, you can’t seriously expect to take anything out of that conversation. I already beat your cowardly husband and even dumber son. What do I have to fight YOU now, before you leave me alone? Cut the crap and tell me what you want.”
“First of all, young champion,” she started with the natural superior tone in her voice that comes with age. “I’m nothing alike my stupid family that I didn’t choose. I’m sure your godfather Sirius told you enough about it.”
“Second of all,” she said softer. “I’m much better at handling the stick, than playing with the carrot,” Narcissa continued, grabbing Harry’s already noticeable bulge triggered by Romilda’s touch.
Mostly because the whole situation caught him off guard, he managed to back down, until he crushed against his new desk.
“The boy tries to resist? How sweet. You said something about fighting me, here,” she said taking out a round, pocket timer and throwing it to Harry. “I'm cutting the crap. I bet I can make you cum in 60 seconds, if I do, you’ll give Astoria Greengrass back to Draco. That’s easy, right? To last a minute with a woman for such a stallion.”
“And if I win?” Harry responded, not believing he just said that.
“You get to be blown by your rival’s mother, I bet that’s some kind of achievement you can cross off your bucket list. Wouldn’t you say?”
“I say, not good enough.”
Narcissa frowned slightly like she was impressed the boy dared to stand up to her offer. But didn’t say a word, waiting for him to speak.
“If I win, you will become my secretary for a week. I could use your management skills with administrating that mess.”
“You got yourself a deal then, Mr. Potter,” she smiled diabolically, reaching out to Harry with her hand.
Foolishly, The-Boy-Who-Lived reached out as well, expecting a handshake. Before he realized, Narcissa snapped her fingers, causing his pants to drop, and fell on her knees, grabbing his boxers on both sides. With one, firm move, Harry’s member got freed and happy at once. With noticeable skill in her hands, she spat on her right hand and started stroking her lover’s cock, putting both her lips and tongue to use on his lower parts.
The feeling struck Harry so overwhelmingly intensely, that for a good few seconds, he even forgot to turn the stopper on. Just when Narcissa managed to get him all aroused, he pressed the button, causing the metallic click to send the second hand for a race.
And what a race it was indeed, having Harry hard, Lady Malfoy shifted her attention, accepting his cock to her mouth with gratitude. Her warm insides felt unearthly incredible, swirling her tongue around the most vulnerable parts of his cock, she somehow kept finding without failure. Meanwhile, one of her hands reached for his nuts, caressing, and pleasingly scratching the skin with her nails.
The whole experience felt so incredible Harry wasn’t sure if he could ever enjoy vanilla blowjob again.
Managing to somehow open his eyes he was clenching in the hope to lower the level of pleasure Narcissa was serving him, he looked at the stopper, being fairly sure seconds were separating him from the full minute. To his astonishment, according to the timer, only 25 seconds have passed.
With difficulty, he focused his sight on the hand, to discover it was moving way slower than supposed to. ‘That bitch hexed it,’ he thought, feeling another powerful suck on his dick. He looked down at Narcissa, just to meet a happy expression, her crimes were written all over her face, aside from Harry's precum, her lipstick, and spit all around her mouth. Seeing that he figured out her little trick, she winked, and intensified the work, sweeping her tongue along his whole shaft each time she backed her head.
‘You just made it personal,’ Harry thought, feeling as she was driving him closer and closer to the dangerous state where he could reach the climax at any moment. Using an old trick Sirius told him, he painfully bit the insides of his chicks, focusing on the pain, instead the pleasure.
Seeing that, Narcissa hit back with a verbal arousement.
“Bloody hell, Champion, you’re so much *SPIT* so much bigger and harder than my useless husband. I can’t imagine what you would’ve done with my pussy. Cum *SPIT* cum for me darling,” she said passionately, not stopping the most harmonious handjob Harry ever received for a moment.
Unable to resist the temptation anymore, he looked down again, seeing his whole dick glancing with saliva, and marked with remnants of Narcissa’s red lipstick all over it. The view made him hiss out of the excitement of the pleasure that Draco’s hot mom kneeling like slut, was sending him with her warm mouth.
*SLURP SLURP SLURP*
In all that excitement, he desperately managed to glance at the clock, 45 seconds, although Harry was sure over two minutes have passed.
Seeing his state, and the running time, Narcissa reached for her final, brutal weapon. She released the grip of her hand, and placed both of them on his ass chicks, sticking her nails deep into his skin. With no stabilizer, she backed her head and stick her tongue out, letting Harry’s glans rest upon it. Then, she winked at him, and went all the way down with one go, swallowing the absolute entirety of his dick.
With her nose buried in his short, sharp pubic hair, she kept it that way for a few seconds, before backing down. Just then, her moves become savagely rapid, pushing Harry’s cock back and forth down her throat, helping herself with the hands gripping his ass.
*GULP GULP GULP*
Every second was worth its weight in gold now, and they were both fighting for them. Afraid of opening his eyes, not to cum at the sight, Harry couldn’t check the time but was sure that even with the slowed seconds, it must’ve been really close. Just when he was sure he can make it, he felt something he haven’t felt ever before. With the sloppy sounds coming from beneath him and the heat covering his cock, he felt yet another sensation, on the other side of his body.
Unnoticed, Narcissa’s hand slipped forward, and after her index finger run a circle around Harry’s bottom ring, she sunk just the tip of it, making Harry fly over the edge.
Feeling the unexpected, the Champion opened his eyes wide open and clenched his fists, uncontrollably stopping the timer with a click, and releasing it on the ground. Immediately after, he grabbed Narcissa’s hair with an iron grasp and backed her head all the way back, grabbing his cock with the other of his hands.
Not a single stroke was needed, as Harry reached the climax right away after pulling his cock out of his lover’s mouth. Trying to aim, he shot load after load of thick cum on her face, leaving fat strings on her nose, left eye, and some on the black part of her hair.
All in a state resembling a shock, panting Harry was trying to come back to his senses. Just then, he realized the open door and a figure standing in them.
“Mr. Potter, a wrong time I presume, my apologies, I knocked. Another time, perhaps,” chief Gantari said casually, like interrupting Harry in some paperwork he would be doing. And closed the door, as if nothing happened.
Harry looked back down in disbelief at Narcissa, who was squeezing the timer in her hand.
“And?” Harry asked.
In response, she just raised the clock up, showing him the 1:03 on the clock face.
“Well, you’re not suing for workplace sexual harassment I take it.”
