Harry looked Narcissa straight in the eye, quite the feat, given that her cleavage was on full display in front of his line of sight. And her legs were just as dazzling. It was hard not to look at them, covered in those stockings.
However, Harry had some important information to find out.
"Your daughter told me that my mother was friends with Snape," Harry replied.
"We'll get into my daughter later," Narcissa said. "But, to answer your question, yes. They were childhood friends, they lived in the same area. Although your mother and her family were in a nicer area, while Snape lived…in the bad neighborhood. His mother was a brilliant potioneer, but she married a Muggle man and gave up her magic. And he was not a very kind man, although he managed to charm her somehow. They said Eileen Prince had an extremely low self esteem, and she was an average looking woman, who wanted to prove something. In many ways, she reminds me of the picture that Lyra has painted of your friend, Granger."
Harry never thought he would hear Hermione compared to Snape's mother of all people. Then again, he never thought about Snape's parents or anything about his past at all.
"She died in the summer before Snape's fifth year, the official police report said she had fallen down the stairs in a tragic accident and broken her neck," Narcissa said somberly. "Snape's father, Tobias, drank himself to death while Snape attended his fifth year at Hogwarts."
Harry doubted given the picture Narcissa painted of the Snape home, that Eileen Prince's death was an accident.
"I was a couple of years ahead of Snape and your parents," Narcissa informed him. "Lucius was a few years ahead of me, and he was the prefect when Snape was sorted into Slytherin. Lily made it into Gryffindor and that's when it began. And from the moment your father and Snape met on the train, they despised each other…my cousin Sirius as well, and their little group of Marauders…as they liked to call themselves."
"So, Sirius Black is your cousin," Harry murmured.
"Yes," Narcissa said. "Neither Snape nor your father could be painted as the victim in their little feud. Your father and his friends targeted Snape, and Snape's friends…well they never directly went after your father or Sirius, but they did try and hurt them through their less than skilled friends. And the real friction happened when one of Snape's Slytherin friends, Mulciber, targeted a Muggleborn in their year, named Mary MacDonald. It was disgusting what happened to her, but Dumbledore was either unable or unwilling to expel the parties who were responsible. Your father was adamant that Snape was involved and even your mother…well she wondered. There were a lot of people who were confused why your mother kept giving Snape the benefit of the doubt, despite there being warning signs."
"I'm guessing Mum saw the best in him, somehow," Harry said.
Narcissa took a long drink.
"Maybe, although Snape learned how to manipulate and gaslight, from how his parents interacted with each other," Narcissa said. "Of course, their friendship had been on thin ice…but Snape always played the sympathy card with his home life to pull Lily back in. It was quite disgusting. I even told your mother as much, as did a few others."
Harry had a question.
"Were you and my mother…."
"I wouldn't say we were friends, but we were friendly, we had common interests, and we talked quite a bit," Narcissa told him. "The situation between your father and Snape was going to get ugly real quick. Snape had been looking to get your father expelled."
Snape looking for a way to get a Potter expelled? The more things changed, the more they stay the same.
"And he suspected…something about Lupin, which I guess, you know, his condition," Narcissa said. "Snape did reveal it last year, for the entire world."
Harry frowned. Another reason to hate Snape. And there were many.
"I could tell you about this altercation between Snape and your parents," Narcissa said. "But, I should just show you."
Narcissa pulled out a piece of parchment and tapped it three times. It expanded, to the size of a movie screen, before she withdrew a strand.
"Pensieves are normally used for this, but I know a couple of more convenient tricks to show a memory," Narcissa replied. "It's not pretty…but it's what happened."
Harry saw, from Narcissa's point of view, the scene play out. James, along with Sirius, Lupin, and Wormtail, were confronting Snape.
"This was after the fifth years finished their OWL exams," Narcissa said. "I had just wrapped up my NEWTs myself…and…well it was as exhausting as they warn."
An argument occurred, and Snape lashed out, hitting his father with a curse, which cut his cheek. Harry just frowned when the scene and then Snape had been immobilized by James.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
Harry noticed Lily walking up. Extremely pretty, with emerald green eyes much like Harry's, auburn hair, a pretty face, a nice bust which would rank up with some of the most endowed girls at Hogwarts, a bubbly ass, and long alluring legs.
Perhaps it was not right for Harry to be attracted to his mother, but she was gorgeous. A real babe.
"Focus on the memory, if you please," Narcissa said, but she was smiling knowingly.
"Why do you target him anyway?" Lily asked James.
"Well, it's more of the fact he exists…."
Harry frowned. James really had a good reason to go after Snape but that was his reasoning.
"Evans won't be here to save you all of the time."
"I don't need some Filthy Mudblood to save me."
This caused Harry to almost want to strangle Snape for saying…saying that, after Lily defended him. How dare he say such a thing?
"Fine," Lily said coldly. "I won't bother next time. And maybe you should wash your pants more often, Snivellus."
Lily was trying to keep a brave face, but it was obvious she was hurt and betrayed. And on the verge of tears, she moved back, and it appeared that Narcissa was moving closer.
"Okay, Evans?" Narcissa asked.
"I'm….I'm fine," Lily murmured. "I'm fine."
Harry knew from himself saying those words, and not really meaning it, that his mother was trying to put on a brave face. He really wished he could give her a hug right now.
"Lils…what happened?"
"Nat…it was….I can't talk about it right now."
And then, Lily brushed past her friends, as Narcissa walked forward.
"So, who wants me see me take off of Snivellus's pants?"
"I do!" Peter cheered. "Please…make him suffer…oooh…that would be…."
"Calm down, Wormtail," Sirius said. "No one wants to see Snape's knickers."
Harry almost cracked a smile. Still, Snape deserved worse
"And that would make me no better than Snape and his little Junior Death Eater pals," James said. "I know what Mulciber did, and what the Lestranges and Avery and the rest did. You're the only one who can brew that potion that was used to paralyze MacDonald and…."
"Enough, Potter," Narcissa said. "Drop him."
James dropped him alright, right into the Hogwarts lake. Several people laughed at Snape's predicament, including some of his so-called Slytherin friends.
"Detention, for the both of you," Narcissa said.
"The Head Girl has spoken," Sirius said with a mocking bow.
And with that the memory cut out.
"They had a sit down with their heads of houses, McGonagall and Slughorn, he was the Head of Slytherin in those days," Narcissa said. "Nothing was resolved. It rarely was."
"Snape, I hate him," Harry said.
"Well, that's a popular opinion," Narcissa said coolly. "Snape tried to…tried to salvage his friendship with your mother."
Harry sensed dread and Narcissa was placing another memory for him. The Head Girl, at the time, came across an argument between Snape and Lily.
"Evans, I…I shouldn't have said that…"
"No, Snape, I'm glad you're finally honest. You said what you thought of me. What everyone said you thought of me. People tried to warn me about you, and I didn't listen. Patricia told me you were trouble from the first time she saw you…and Natalie and…everyone else. And Petunia…she hates me because of you."
"Petunia is useless…."
"Don't say that about my sister," Lily hissed through her teeth. "She wouldn't have married that Dursley if you…she had not wanted to have a normal life away from magic….because she thought you were creepy."
That was an interesting bit of information. Lily was not crying, but she was still obviously upset.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Lily," Snape told her. "Potter and his gang, they bring out the worst in me. It will never happen again, I swear."
Lily just frowned.
"You followed Lupin around, and then…I'm not sure what Black told you…but you should have had more sense to confront him when he was in that state," Lily said. "What the fuck were you thinking?"
Harry did wonder that sometimes.
"People have to know, but Dumbledore…I can't…he won't let me say," Snape murmured. "He said that if I exposed Lupin, I would be expelled as well for being out of bounds."
"Maybe you should be," Lily said. "And Lupin's not bad…."
"He's a monster," Snape said.
"You can't judge people for what they are, only who they are," Lily said. "How would you like it if people judged you for who your father was?"
Harry was intrigued to hear this answer, because that's what Snape did to him, the moment since he walked into Hogwarts.
"That wouldn't be fair," Snape murmured.
Really? You greasy fucking hypocrite.
"Exactly," Lily said.
"I need another chance, I'll be better…."
"No, I don't think so, it's over," Lily said.
"Please, Lily, my mother's dead, I don't have anything left…."
"I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I stuck my neck out for you," Lily said. "And what you're saying…I remember you telling me….your father told your mother the same thing…to keep her in that house…that house that she hated…that you hated…you've become your father…."
Narcissa rushed in when she heard the sound.
"Lily, I didn't…you shouldn't have said that."
Narcissa came across Lily, with a burn across the side of her face. And Harry wanted to learn a second Unforgiveable, for Snape hurting his mother.
"Snape, you…."
Lily hexed Snape back and Snape started to vomit slugs, screaming as if they were burning his throat.
"You ever touch me again, I'll do worse!" Lily snapped. "Don't you ever fucking come near me again."
Narcissa rushed in and cancelled the spell. Snape collapsed, fatigued.
"Burning," Snape murmured. "Burning."
"Regulus!"
A third year, by the looks of him, entered the room.
"You rang?" Regulus asked in a dry voice.
"Take Snape to the Hospital Wing, and then he'll be serving detention for the next week," Narcissa said.
"Cissa, I don't want to spend any time with Mr. Personality," Regulus whined.
"Do it, or I will tell Auntie that you framed Sirius for blowing up those toilets on the third floor," Narcissa said with a sweet smile.
Regulus helped Snape, not liking it. Narcissa turned to Lily, who had been in the process of applying some paste that she had in her bag to her burns. It gave Harry the unfortunate impression that this was not the first time Snape hexed her out of anger.
"It will be fine, just sting for a couple of hours," Lily said. "I know, everyone was right about him….why did I be so stupid?"
And Lily collapsed into Narcissa's arms, who hugged her. Harry was glad someone was there to.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Lily murmured into Narcissa's shoulder.
"You're not stupid, Evans, you wanted to see the best in your friend," Narcissa said. "Unfortunately, Snape's too damaged…you can't fix him. It would only do yourself a disservice to try."
Narcissa just smiled as Lily got herself together.
"I'll walk you back," Narcissa said. "I wouldn't be surprised if Muliciber and his friends would try something with you."
"I can handle it," Lily said.
"I know, sweetie," Narcissa said with a fond smile. "But…two can handle it better…and I'm a Black. I know Rakepick taught you some nasty curses to defend yourself…but we wrote the book on nasty curses."
Lily just smiled.
"Thanks, Cissa," Lily said. "You were right."
"I'm not happy about it," Narcissa said.
And with that, the memory faded. Harry just stared at the scene.
"So, that's how that spell is supposed to work," Harry said.
"Yes, your friend, Weasley, attempted to curse my daughter with that one, I'm certain he learned it from his oldest brother, who picked it up from Patricia Rakepick," Narcissa said.
"Who is Rakepick?" Harry asked.
Narcissa just flashed a sardonic smile at Harry.
"A very intriguing woman, with her own convoluted story," Narcissa said. "It's a good thing that the curse did not work Lyra…my husband was looking for an excuse to discredit Arthur Weasley."
"I thought he was well on his way with the diary," Harry informed her.
Narcissa blinked.
"Diary?"
"You didn't know?" Harry asked.
Narcissa just shook her head.
"Tell me everything."
And Harry launched into the story of his second year. Narcissa's expression just grew stormier and stormier when she heard more and more, leading to Harry tricking Lucius into freeing Dobby.
"So, my husband, decides to give a young girl, younger than our daughter, a dangerous magical artifact, which puts the entire school in danger because of a petty vendetta he has against Arthur Weasley," Narcissa said. "And he puts the entire school in danger and makes Hogwarts be the closest it ever has been to closing….and he loses our best house elf to boot."
Harry nodded.
"Well, I will inform the house elves that Lucius will be preparing his own meals for the foreseeable future, and I will inform our financial manager at Gringotts that Lucius's allowance to what he's allowed to take out of our vault will be limited," Narcissa said.
"You can do that?" Harry asked.
"Lucius made me the power of attorney for our vaults, for legal reasons after he was caught after You-Know-Who's fall," Narcissa said. "It was a small mercy that Crouch did not become Minister, because the Ministry would have everything from anyone remotely connected to a Death Eater, and my sister's status would be more than enough. Of course, Crouch's son was caught in the same raid…another rather nasty piece of business. Especially considering he was my cousin Regulus's best friend."
Harry just nodded. So, Regulus, he must have been Sirius's brother. And Crouch's son being caught as a Death Eater, that was interesting as well.
"I didn't know…."
"Lucius only tells me what I need to know, but he kept me in the dark for this," Narcissa said. "And he discouraged me from pulling Lyra after the first attacks, saying that she was not in danger. But, yet, if the Weasley girl mentioned to Riddle how Lucius disavowed him…she would be…first on the list."
"I stopped him," Harry said.
"Yes," Narcissa said. "You did."
Narcissa leaned in to him.
"Snape is a master Legilimens and if he catches wind of you finding out about his past, your life will not be pleasant," Narcissa said. "I will have some of the best books on the subject of mind arts delivered to you."
"Daphne Greengrass recommended me some," Harry said.
"Good, I'm glad," Narcissa said. "And there's the matter of your lessons with my daughter…I have to say, I don't know what she thinks she'll accomplish with them. I can sense your power…several times when Snape enraged you. You would like nothing better than to leave him a greasy smear on his own dungeon floor?"
Harry nodded in response.
"Lucius angered me today," Narcissa said. "And I know of ways to really make him suffer…if you will help me, Mr. Potter."
And with that, Narcissa decided to slide into Harry's lap. Harry wrapped his arms around her and started to snog him passionately. Harry returned the kiss, as the beautiful MILF in his lap, just hungered for him. Narcissa worked her tongue down Harry's throat and smiled.
"I've heard my daughter…dreaming about you," Narcissa said. "She thinks she's being discreet…but….mmmm…you're worthy to dream about."
And here, Narcissa unbuckled Harry's pants and dropped to her knees. The MILF popped Harry's cock out of his pants and she marveled it. She used her tongue to trace symbols, numbers, and even dirty words into it, making Harry twitch. The feeling of Narcissa's warm wet mouth wrapped around him. Harry groaned when she slipped down onto his cock, and made him groan, breathing in pleasure.
Narcissa dropped down and sucked on Harry's balls. Oh, she really had a filthy, dirty smile on her face, when she sucked on him. She licked him and pleasured him. She then decided to pull back and leave Harry's cock, twitching and dripping.
Narcissa slowly removed her dress, revealing her green bra which barely contained her massive bosom, and her matching green thong, along with stockings and a garter belt. Harry felt Narcissa's thighs rub against his cock, when she peppered kiss after kiss, stripping Harry's clothing off when she ground up against him. She rubbed up against his cock.
"Oooh, you're so much bigger than my worthless husband," Narcissa said. "And yet, you still have room to grow."
And Narcissa acted like a succubus, about ready to suck Harry's soul out through his cock. Harry balanced his hand against the back of her head and lightly jammed deep into her throat. Harry just let out another cry when Narcissa gobbled up his length until it was driven into the back of her throat.
"Cissa!"
Narcissa looked up into Harry's eyes, while she sucked him off. She leaned in, and sucked him off. Harry grabbed the back of Narcissa's head and throat-fucked her. She made several lewd sounds, slurping on Harry's manhood as he it pushed deeper into the back of her throat. Harry just groaned when she worked him, back and forth. Harry threaded his fingers through the back of her head and rapidly throat-fucked the MILF as her eyes just bulged out in pleasure for him.
Narcissa groped Harry's fat ball sac and stroked it hard. Harry then pushed deeper inside of her and then with one more push, he erupted deep inside of her. Narcissa just swallowed his cum.
"Mmm, yes," Narcissa said. "Your cum tastes so good, Daddy."
That breathy word brought Harry's cock completely back to life. Narcissa dragged a perfectly manicured finger-nail down his length and it made him just groan.
"I'm going to roleplay as my daughter today," Narcissa said. "And you are going to claim me, like the bitch I am…is that clear, Daddy?"
Harry just smiled and he pushed Narcissa down onto the bed, before he removed her panties. They were completely ruined and the hair on her snatch glistened. Harry buried his tongue into Narcissa and ate her out.
The Parseltongue was the undoing for Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa found herself succumbing to Harry's tongue, which might have been more powerful than if he placed her underneath the Imperius Curse. Then again, if he figured out he could speak the Imperius Curse in Parseltongue, it was game over for many witches. Because not even the strongest witch could resist that.
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"
"Yes," Narcissa breathed. "I've been a brat…trying to rile you up. I was hoping you would drag me into the Quidditch Lockeroom after you beat me to the Snitch…and shag my brains out."
Harry revealed Narcissa's delicious breasts and he groped them, sending a jolt through her. Harry leaned in and peppered numerous kisses over her cleavage. She let out another moan.
"You're asking for it, you pompous little bint," Harry said.
"I just need a big strong man," Narcissa breathed. "My father isn't cutting it. I need my Daddy, and I need him now."
Harry did wonder how much of that was Narcissa roleplaying and how much of that was Narcissa venting over the entire Chamber of Secrets mess. Regardless, Harry slammed deep inside of Narcissa and stretched her out. Narcissa just let out another cry, when he pushed into her.
"Oooh, Morgana, you're so big!" Narcissa screamed for him. "OOOH, YES!"
Harry just smiled when he plunged deeper inside of her. He rode the hell out of her, making Narcissa just cry when his big balls slapped down onto her.
"Please, Daddy, show me what a true wizard can do," Narcissa breathed.
Harry groped Narcissa's breasts, using them as his own personal toys. The older witch found herself being used all over as Harry's toy and she loved it.
"I bet you like it when I pull your hair, don't you, Lyra?"
"Oooh, yes, Daddy."
And Harry just gripped Narcissa's hair as she tightened around his cock. He forcefully fucked her into the bed and Narcissa let out another cry when he pushed down inside of her. Harry leaned in and sucked Narcissa's breasts when she leaned in to him.
Another orgasm, and Narcissa looked into Harry's eyes.
"Please, relax, and let me ride you…I want to make my Daddy feel so good."
Harry rolled over and Narcissa rode him. Narcissa was screaming her head off. She let out another cry when Harry groped her tits and channeled his magic.
"More, more!" Narcissa moaned. "Oooh, I'm fucking cumming so much…are you getting close? I don't want to waste a single drop of your cum."
Narcissa used her body to worship Harry's and got closer and closer to the edge. Harry just groped her and made Narcissa just lose it, when she climaxed for him. She milked and released his cock, breathing in pleasure. She collapsed, moaning when she tightened around him.
"Knock me up," Narcissa breathed. "L….my father, he would be furious."
And now, Harry pounded Narcissa to the edge. She let out another cry, before she tightened. Narcissa looked like she ran on pure adrenaline, riding Harry.
"Just wait until my father hears about this….do it, Daddy…shoot your powerful cum in my slutty pureblood womb."
Harry shoved Narcissa down and with another smile, rocked her. Narcissa tightened her walls around Harry and milked him before his seed spilled deep inside of her. Narcissa let out another cry when he finished deep inside of her.
Narcissa collapsed, multiple orgasms rocking through her. She breathed heavily.
"It's been a long time," Narcissa murmured into his chest with a smile. "I must have you over for dinner…once you've completely humbled my daughter."
And that thought had been very enticing for Harry.
Ginny Weasley worked up quite some nerve to ask Harry for these lessons. She had no idea why she went around pieces against him, but she did have a strong infatuation for him and those eyes were easy to get lost into. Ginny hoped she could look at him without going red.
Luna's advice to imagine Harry in his underwear had not been exactly helping for her. Especially considering Ginny imagined him wearing a lot less recently.
"Good, you made it."
Ginny smiled as Harry walked into the room.
"I wouldn't miss this at all," Ginny said.
"If you're sure about me putting you underneath this curse," Harry said.
"Yes, I'm sure," Ginny said firmly.
"Now, remember, they won't give you any kind of warning, so you have to be ready for anything…."
"Constant Vigilance, Moody keeps telling us," Ginny said. "Do it…before I lose my nerve."
"Imperio," Harry breathed.
Ginny felt a warm and pleasant feeling. Being underneath someone's power should not feel so good? It should not, but there was something pleasant about Harry.
"Just relax," Harry said. "And tell me something you've told no one else."
"I framed…Fred and George for putting Jalapeños in Great Auntie Muriel's tea," Ginny said.
Ginny could not resist giving that one up to Harry.
"Oooh, you are a wicked girl, Ginny," Harry said.
"Maybe you can punish me."
Ginny would not have said that unless she was under the influence. She grew red and almost slumped away.
"Stay put and stand up straight."
Ginny did.
"Okay, Ginny, I want you to do something that you wouldn't have the nerve to do, if you weren't underneath the curse," Harry said. "Something that would mortify you and….."
Ginny pressed her lips against Harry and snogged him hard. Harry had been surprised, but he returned the kiss. Ginny melted like a chocolate frog left out in the sun underneath Harry's kiss.
Ginny pulled away from him.
"Did you try to fight it?" Harry asked.
"Why?" Ginny asked.
Harry just frowned.
"Because, you didn't want to be controlled," Harry said.
"If it's you…it's okay," Ginny said. "You don't…really need the curse….I would do what you told me anyway…if you just asked."
Harry had been taken aback. He thought Ginny wanted to learn to fight.
"Okay, why did you ask me to train you?"
"Because, I wanted an excuse to be free," Ginny said. "I can't…I can't get over this….over my….I just want to do anything I want to without being embarrassed…and I figure if you put me under the curse, I can fight it off…with others."
And Ginny rubbed Harry's crotch, because of course she did.
"So, if I told you to stop doing that, you would?"
Ginny pulled her hand away.
"You don't want me to take care of that, Harry?" Ginny asked, biting down on her lip.
Well, that was enticing as hell, but Harry had to keep with his business.
"Just testing to see if you would do something you didn't want to do," Harry said.
"Fair enough," Ginny said. "But, you should know…I'd do anything for you, Harry…including….this."
And there was an eep, as Hermione had been pulled into the room. In two movements, Ginny disarmed Hermione and bound and tied her up.
"Ginny, you should untie me instantly!" Hermione yelled.
"Should I, Harry?' Ginny asked. "Should I really?"
"Yes, she should, and you are out of line Harry Potter!" Hermione yelled. "You can't just put people underneath the Imperius Curse if…."
Ginny just reached into her bag and pulled out a roll of duct tape which caught Harry off guard. To be honest, that was one of the last things he expected.
"Dad's got me interested in some interesting Muggle inventions," Ginny remarked. "And this has so many interesting applications…right, Hermione?"
Ginny Weasley slapped a piece of duct tape over Hermione's mouth, and she just was muffling frustratingly.
"Now that you can't talk, you're going to finally listen to me," Ginny said. "You are so against slavery, and yet you treat Harry and Ron like slaves all of the time."
Hermione just moaned through the duct tape.
"You do too," Ginny said.
"Yes, she told us what we would be doing in spew," Harry said.
Hermione's instinct to correct that had been muffled by the duct tape Ginny put on her mouth. Truly, Ginny Weasley, with the handyman's ultimate weapon, was a formidable force.
"And she harassed people, she's insufferable about it, telling others what to do," Ginny said. "Mum made me put up with you, because you needed a place to sleep, but just because we're both girls, it doesn't make us friends."
Ginny took Hermione's bag for a second. Hermione looked at her, with widened eyes.
"You rifled through my stuff and criticized how you kept my room…that's okay," Ginny said. "Mrs. Hermione Lockhart? Not sure why you didn't burn this after we found out how much of a story stealing creep he was."
Hermione looked embarrassed and Harry was even more embarrassed on her behalf.
"A Beautification Potion?" Ginny asked. "Well, it's a start…although I think your personality and your attitude are the real problems…not that you're much to look at….with your bushy hair, buck teeth…flat chest…no arse…if you had a wonderful personality to back it up, it would be one thing."
Harry frowned. While Hermione did deserve criticism for a lot of her personality, Ginny took it a step too far.
"Ginny, be nice," Harry said.
"Sorry, my parents instilled a sense of honesty in me, Harry," Ginny said. "Still, if it made you a vapid airhead bimbo, that might be a step up from the bossy bully you are. And if you ever tell me how to live my life again and criticize where I put my things, I don't care what Mum says, you will be sleeping up in the attic with the ghoul. I daresay he has better etiquette than you do."
Ginny just smiled when she looked through Hermione's bag, but there was nothing, to be said. Ginny turned her attention to Harry.
"Before you rudely interrupted us, Harry was going to have me suck his cock," Ginny said. "Weren't you Harry?"
Hermione just moaned and groaned.
"How big do you think it is?" Ginny asked.
Ginny just smiled and she removed her robes.
"I'm a third year, and I still have a larger chest than you do," Ginny said.
And sure enough, Harry got a good look at her chest. He unchained Ginny and now she was completely wild, although he could tell her to back off and she would. Ginny's round breasts came up. About a lower C-Cup, in Harry's uneducated estimation.
"The new first years might have to beat, that's sad," Ginny murmured. "Of course, I wouldn't be too hard on you, if you weren't asking about it, with your attitude. And you do have a beautification potion marked. Your Mum does have a nice set of knockers, doesn't she?"
Harry played with Ginny's breasts and she moaned before she slowly worked his pants over and rubbed them.
"I bet Harry would like to have them," Ginny said. "I saw Harry checking her out at the train station. She's…what is that word again…."
"A MILF."
Hermione just was obviously fuming, and yet she was also moaning a little bit at being humiliated like this.
"Harry could put you underneath the Curse and force you to follow through on making that Potion," Ginny said. "Just like Harry is going to make me follow through on this."
She slowly stroked Harry's cock and blew on his tip. Harry just smiled.
"Go for it, Gin."
Harry just smiled. Ginny matured quite nicely, and was no longer the little waif she was when he rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets, developing breasts and hips, with a nice set of cock sucking lips. Hermione had been forced to watch as Ginny took his cock straight down her throat.
Ginny hummed delightfully for Harry. She could not believe it took her that long. She still owed Harry a reward for saving her from Tom. And this was a good start. Harry leaned in, and thrusted deep inside of her mouth. Ginny let out another cry as she sucked him.
"Oooh, damn, Ginny, that's some good stuff right there."
Ginny made sure Hermione was watching, as she gave Harry some messy, sloppy, depraved head. She licked back and forth, swirling her tongue.
Hermione hoped someone would come across them, to end her humiliation, but it was just beginning. Ginny bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock, grabbing the back of her head. Harry slammed deep inside of Ginny and Hermione watched.
She would never get Harry Potter's big cock.
Wait, why was she thinking about that?
She tried to think of it as a penis, it was more scholarly, and less raunchy.
Penis, penis, penis.
Ginny sucked it hard.
Oh, it was a cock and Hermione wanted to slap herself for thinking that word.
Penis, penis, penis.
The book with the Beautification Potion recipe laid on the ground, almost taunting Hermione. Just as much as Ginny sucking Harry's cock. The gorgeous young witch proved that age was nothing compared to power.
Did Ginny have to be so lewd and loud? It was almost like she was rubbing it in. Hermione wondered if apologizing for going through Ginny's things and telling her where she thought they should go would help.
Although, Ginny really should organize her things better. It drove Hermione nuts when things were not in the order they should be.
People this young should not be having sex. They should wait until marriage. Hermione closed her eyes and really wished for some relief.
Ginny sucked Harry endlessly, until her jaw was sore. After some time, Harry erupted inside Ginny's mouth. Harry emptied what appeared to be endless ropes of cum down her throat. She smiled.
For a brief second, Ginny painfully removed the duct tape from Hermione's mouth. She grimaced, and Ginny walked over to her.
Hermione opened her mouth, and Ginny leaned in, acting like she was going to snowball Harry's cum down Hermione's throat. However, she stepped back and pulled away.
Ginny made a production of swallowing every single last drop of Harry's seed, leaving none for Hermione.
"You bitch," Hermione hissed.
Ginny just shamelessly jacked off Harry's cock and Hermione just watched it. The cock hypnotically waved and made Hermione get more progressively annoyed.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Hermione yelled.
"Oh, it's not enough, not for a wizard like Harry," Ginny said. "We can do this all night long, can't wait…."
"What's going on here?"
The door opened and one of the newest Hogwarts Professors, the revolving door that was Defense Against the Dark Arts aside, stepped into the room. She was a rather buxom blonde woman, with the robes stretching against her figure, with an arse that many young wizards and quite a few witches appreciated.
"Hi, Professor Burbage!" Ginny said in cheery voice, acting like she was not jerking off Harry's cock.
"Oh, thank God," Hermione groaned. "These two…they're inappropriate…they tied me up and forced me to watch them have….intercourse with each other."
"To be fair, we hadn't gotten to the actual intercourse part yet," Ginny said, sounding disappointed.
"Is that duct tape?"
Professor Burbage's interest had been caught by the duct tape roll on the floor.
"Professor!" Hermione shouted.
"Oh, right that…she….she….oh my."
Professor Burbage. caught sight of Harry Potter's large cock and she found herself completely transfixed by it. She almost had to slap herself to get back in line.
"Well, something like this, should…be dealt with," Professor Burbage said, obviously flustered. "Miss Weasley and Miss Granger, I'm sending you to Professor McGonagall….and Mr. Potter…I will personally discuss this matter with you, in my office."
She could be a bit more authoritatively, providing she would not stop staring at Harry's cock. Ginny discreedtly pumped it to make it bigger.
"I will escort you two there personally," Professor Burbage said. "And you, Mr. Potter will come with me."
Ginny clapped her hand over her mouth, but it did not stifle her giggles. Hermione rolled her eyes and tutted at what she thought was Ginny's immaturity.
"That's not what I meant, Miss Weasley."
Although, the Muggle Studies Professor looked rather flustered. And she could not keep her eyes away from Harry's crotch, even after his pants were back on.