Harry was true to his word and the next morning, everyone found out what he planned on doing. Draco Malfoy was hanging from the torches of the Great Hall, his robes stripped off of him, by his underwear and he whimpered as he was suspended for all to see.
"Nice underpants, Malfoy!" someone called from below.
"I see London, I see France, I see Malfoy's Underpants," a Muggleborn stated in an amused tone although the purebloods did not get the reference.
Daphne in particular was amused, Draco needed to get taken down a peg or two or ten.
"My father will hear about this!" Draco yelled as Flitwick took pity on him and lowered him down to the ground.
Harry arrived with Ron turning towards him.
"You missed the show," Ron stated, with Harry smelling his breakfast on his breath. Obviously these wizards never heard of a simple invention known as mouthwash.
The truth was that he had to establish his alibi to make sure none of this got tied back to him. Although his mouth curled into a smile when he watched Draco Malfoy dangling from the torch, kicking and thrashing his legs, and many of his fellow Slytherins did not seem too inclined to help him.
Harry waited for Malfoy to get cut down. As he watched, Daphne turned up, with a smile on her face.
"Well played, Potter," Daphne whispered to him so no one else could hear him.
"I am very disappointed in the students of Hogwarts for laughing at the misfortune of another," Dumbledore remarked from the Head Table, addressing the Great Hall as a whole. "There is nothing funny about what happened to young Draco Malfoy today and I hope that you would show more empathy towards his unfortunate plight."
"No, it wasn't funny," Tracey added in a somber voice before she added with a smile. "It was absolutely hilarious."
Dumbledore turned around, he knew that Draco Malfoy would be his own worst enemy from the moment that he stepped foot into this castle. He hoped, perhaps foolishly, that parts of his personality would be tempered and he would be able to do something productive with him. His father was savvy and his mother was among the top of her year.
Things did not look too promising for the young Malfoy.
Harry decided to get himself a brief bit of breakfast, although funnily enough he found his appetite to be less than abundant after seeing Malfoy's underwear. At least there was no view of his pasty white ass.
Anything that Harry did to Malfoy was perfectly within his rights as a head of an ancient and noble house because Malfoy challenged him to a duel and no-showed it like a craven coward. He was fully willing to exploit the rules and customs of the society for his own benefit. Malfoy got impaled upon his own sword.
The first couple of months at Hogwarts were mildly interesting. Once one got past the fact of "yay, magic" it was not that much different from many other schools. Harry noticed that the actual learning process was slowed down to a torturous crawl, covering what could have been covered in a lesson over several weeks, drilling mundane theory to the point of being repetitive. It caused his head to ring.
Lucretia commented that this was likely because of the Ministry of Magic did not want anyone to think beyond the parameters that had been established by the government and the International Confederation of Wizards backed them up. Therefore they slowed down the lessons. Harry thought that there was no problem at all with his ability to get ready to test out of first year by Christmas. In fact, the entire lesson plan for the first year covered maybe two and a half months worth of lessons stretched out.
In this world, Harry figured that someone could take a process that should take a day and stretch it out over a year. At least he had plenty to do around here, practicing the spells that he learned by reading through the Hogwarts library. He wished he could obtain a note to the Restricted Section but he had been shut down for his own good. That caused his teeth to gnash a little bit but he decided that he would learn every bit of magic he could in the allowed books.
There was a tiny bit of interesting knowledge in the library, although much of the knowledge about magical creatures and their cultures were oddly restricted. Other than magical creature books that described many of the races and their terms of savage brutality but while Harry knew that creatures were capable of savage brutality.
History of Magic was a glorified sleeping pill, how someone could make bloody battles sound about as interesting was reading a phonebook, he would never know. Harry would be interested in learning about some of the bloody battles between goblins and wizards. Although given his talks with Sersi, they decided that they were both in the wrong.
"Harry, I know about my race and I know what we're capable of," Sersi admitted one day after she read Harry's latest report of how his business holdings did. "While I think that your History of Magic course is too slanted against us, if goblins had a say, it would be too slanted against humans. It takes two sides to tangle."
"I'm sure it was thrilling and the goblins were capable of some brilliant tactics," Harry answered and Sersi pulled a disgusted face, which was uncharacteristic of a goblin.
"You should hear my grandfather tell the stories, he was there," Sersi stated, when she went over them. "So you want to double your holdings in the Firebolt broom company. You know, they're new, but….investor confidence states that they're going to be big someday. Especially if you buy now, with the last Quidditch Cup passing recently and the new one a few years away. The stocks will plummet around Christmas, and be at their lowest, so it will be time to buy. That's how it happened over the past four hundred or five hundred years."
"You've earned your pay with this one," Harry stated, he was sure that this was sound business advice. Invest when it was at its lowest, and then cash in right after the Quidditch Cup Finals where he could make the huge profit margins.
"Nimbus might be a safe investment, even if Firebolt is nipping at its tales," Sersi answered, with Harry leaning back in Charms class. He already levitated his feather and in fact did several charms that Flitwick requested for him to do. Once he performed about twenty or so charms, he was asked to sit in the back of the room, where he could do whatever he liked, as long as he did a silencing spell to prevent his activities from disturbing the students.
"Well if you're so smart, why don't you do it?
No silencing charm in the world could block the loud and obnoxious mouth of Ron Weasley.
"Also, Cleansweep….they're suffering," Sersi responded when she inclined her head. "That's a shame, because they were the champions for years, but they've decided to go for a safe business venture and nothing daring. The Nimbus 2000 and later the Nimbus 2001 brooms will be great, but Firebolt, my father thinks that will sweep the market."
"Sweep the market?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Little broomstick humor," Sersi stated, cracking a slight smile. "So, we'll revisit this plan after the holidays. And you want to double your holdings for Honeydukes."
"There's always a market for chocolate, one of the most addicting drugs in the world," Harry added, and Sersi could not argue that one.
The bell rang.
"Talk to later, Sersi, we'll touch base after I get done with History of Magic," Harry answered to her over the mirror.
"Okay, Harry, enjoy your nap," Sersi responded but Harry looked at her. "You don't actually try and stay awake and pay attention do you."
"I enjoy a challenge," Harry answered, he and Hermione were the only two who remotely held the attention, even though Harry wondered why.
"Some might say that you enjoy being a masochist," Sersi stated when she sighed. "Okay, talk to you later Harry. May fortune shine upon you."
"And may your Galleons rain gold," Harry states with a smirk.
Harry walked off and heard Ron ranting, looking right towards Hermione.
"She's a nightmare honestly; I mean…who would want to be around her?"
Hermione walked away, in a huff and hiding her tears.
"Congratulations, you've reached the level of Neanderthal," Harry stated as he looked at Ron and he looked confused. "I think she heard you."
'Numbskull.'
"Well she might notice that she doesn't have any friends," Ron stated whilst he shifted guiltily, which was good. Harry hoped it ate him up inside and destroyed him all around. "I'm sure she'll be okay."
"For your sake, naturally," Harry stated before he cheerfully added. "I'm heading to the library."
Ron acted like Harry had hives and this allowed him to slip off. He would give Hermione a moment to cool off, before he would go after her. She should not really let a troglodyte such as Ron Weasley get the better of her.
"Troll, Troll in the dungeons!"
Professor Quirrell showed up and skidded to a stop, before he landed on the ground with a skidding thud and he looked up, his eyes carefully turned to them.
"Thought you'd like to know."
Harry for one, thought that Quirrell was being overly dramatic, but the people were screaming in terror. Everyone was running in horror until Dumbledore ran in horror.
"So who do you think let the troll in?" Ron asked Harry, trying to engage him into conversation but Harry moved away, kicking the passed out Quirrell in the ribs as he walked over the teacher. "Where are you going?"
"Hermione, I need to warn you and you might as well come with me, because it's your fault she's crying in the girl's bathroom in the first place," Harry answered when Ron followed him, and kept moving.
"How do you reckon it got in here?"
"You know, I have no idea, someone let it in, trying to be funny and cute, I'd imagine," Harry responded as he quickened his strides and nearly fell over his feet. He picked up the pace, before he moved faster, nearly at super speed.
"Hey, wait up."
Harry grabbed Ron roughly by the arm and jetted off quickly as he could.
"Hey, that's my shoulder."
"It will be your arse if you don't keep quiet," Harry hissed through his teeth as he focused his hearing. His hearing was sharp as always and he heard the grunts of the troll. He focused his vision and saw it going down the hallway, ugly and grotesque when it dragged a giant club behind him.
Ron moved away and turned the key in the lock, locking the troll inside. He looked pretty pleased with himself until Harry focused his vision. He found out that he could see through walls, doors and, women's clothing. He saw the troll advancing on the figure in the bathroom who screamed.
'That idiot.'
Harry nailed Ron in the back of the head, causing his head to bounce forward and smack across the door. He nailed him with half strength, full strength would have killed him. This gave him a concussion. Harry opened the door.
Hermione froze in the corner, this was the time where the courage that got her into Gryffindor failed her and her heart beat against her chest.
"Hermione, move it!" Harry yelled in a loud voice, before he blasted the mirror to get the trolls attention.
The troll advanced on Harry and he stood there, feeling a burning in his eyes.
Hermione ducked her head, wanting this to be a nightmare that she would wake up from soon.
A blast of heat fired from Harry's eye, slicing through the troll. It ripped through his skin and impacted through him, bouncing back off the mirror. It struck the back of his neck, ripping his head almost off.
The troll fell to the ground, blood splattering from his neck and chest. Hermione's eyes widened when she looked up, flummoxed and scared out of her mind.
"Is it…is it…is it…dead?"
Harry answered in a crisp tone of voice. "Yeah it's dead."
Hermione wondered what happened, what could have caused the troll's death, there was nothing that made any sense. She ducked her head and Harry stood over it, wand out. Surely a first year could have not fired a spell that quickly?
Harry blasted a few jets of flame out of his wand. They weren't anything like what he shot from his eyes but they would do.
"Is…is that what you did?" Hermione asked as she looked up at Harry, who pulled Ron Weasley into the room and deposited him next to the troll.
"Yes, that's what I did," Harry answered as he turned to Hermione, looking her dead in the eye. He supposed that he did not trust her enough with the truth, his other powers, like enhanced hearing, heat vision, and this X-Ray Vision.
"I owe you my life," Hermione stated in a breathless tone, looking at him with wide eyed adoration and Harry offered a shadow of smile towards Hermione, wondering if she appreciated what this statement meant. It had different ramifications in the Wizarding World than it did in the Muggle World.
Quirrell, McGonagall, and Snape arrived and Harry turned around. They looked at the troll and gasped, although Quirrell favored some bruised ribs.
"I overpowered by flame charm trying to save Hermione," Harry stated, answering their unasked question. "If you wish to verify that, you can check my wand. And Ron….well he tried to be a hero and it ended badly."
"I can see that," McGonagall stated whilst she wrinkled her nose at the smell of burned troll flesh.
Quirrell eyed the troll and then Harry Potter but he turned away from him. This was then when the wizard suspected something. Whenever he tried to focus his X-Ray vision on Quirrell's turban, he got a headache, which meant that there was something that blocked him. Although he did not know what that was.
The teachers had a mess to clear up. McGonagall turned to Harry and Hermione.
"Mr. Potter, if you wish to continue the feast, I will have a house elf send something up to your room," McGonagall stated and Hermione raised an eyebrow at the term "house elf" but Harry nodded carefully.
"Hermione should come with me, it would be unwise for her to be left alone after her ordeal," Harry responded when he carefully watched Hermione. "If she wants to of course."
"Yes, I will," Hermione stated, not wanting to return to the Gryffindor Common Room where she had no allies or friends. Sure she got along with people alright but they were distant to her. Harry was the closest person on her level, even if he might have been a bit more beyond her level.
After Harry and Hermione ate, he turned to her, because they had to address a certain situation.
"Today, you said that you owed me your life," Harry responded and Hermione carefully nodded.
"And I meant every word of that Harry, believe me," Hermione answered and she slipped off her robes, to reveal the white school blouse top and skirt that she wore, along with socks and shoes. Harry took a moment to look at her body. Like with most witches, she had the curves of a fifteen year old Muggle at age twelve.
"And that means you owe me a life debt," Harry responded when he looked at Hermione, before he handed her a blue potion. "Please drink this."
Hermione took it and swallowed the potion. She felt a rush of a sensation through her teeth and felt them shrank down to a normal size. She gave a gasp of astonishment; magic did something that dentistry could not accomplish.
"I want you to feel your very best about yourself and I think that those teeth were something you were bothered about," Harry answered as he put his hand on Hermione's bare thigh, who shivered for some reason at the contact. Which was strange as her body began to heat up. "I don't know how much you've read into this, but witches and wizards; we're different from normal mundane humans."
"Different?" Hermione asked as she felt a warmth rise between her legs and the sudden desire to give her master pleasure.
Master, where did that come from? She had a really weird night but then she thought about her duty towards Harry. She owed him and that was a debt that she could never fully repay.
Harry sighed, he figured that being in the Muggle world and Hermione's eleventh birthday coming fourteen months ago, she would experience some sort of backup regarding her magic. Whilst it wasn't potentially fatal for witches as it was for wizards, there could still be some circumstances where there might be problems.
The fact Hermione was wound pretty tight clued Harry in that she had been suppressing something.
"We mature in our younger years at a most different rate and because of the magic, our sex drive increases at a much different age," Harry continued as he looked at her, seeing her heaving chest between her breasts. "We have certain urges much sooner. Upon our eleventh birthday, we hit a maturation, where we age to that of a fourteen year old Muggle. There is more, and our aging eventually slows to a crawl when we hit our full maturation at twenty one years old. Some of us age half as quick after that. Some of us age a third as quick, others a fourth. A fortunate few stop aging at all, past their twenties, being forever young."
"Do you…do you think that's fortunate?" Hermione asked, feeling herself get wet at the thought of Harry doing all kinds of things that she never deemed to be possible before. She wondered what was happening to her.
Harry smiled to her.
"Perhaps," Harry stated before his hand traveled underneath her skirt and caused her to close her eyes, he smelt her arousal. "But it depends, we are put on this Earth for one reason, to make the most out of our lives. And if we're young and willing, we shouldn't worry about what taboos society claims to have."
Harry pulled Hermione forward onto his lap, snaking his arm around her, before he pulled her into a deep kiss. She sighed rather long and hard as his mouth worked on hers, essentially kissing the breath out of her. The wizard pulled away from her and caused her to nearly fall back, feeling faint.
"Society is flawed to begin with," Harry stated as his breath hit her ear and she shivered. "Why should we let them tell us where to have our fun?"
Hermione's blouse unbuttoned to reveal her C-Cup breasts straining in a bra. She felt her mind fog over, no logic, no thoughts about this was wrong or it was too soon, that kind of logic did not have any place in a world without logic. All she thought about was giving Harry pleasure.
"Let me pleasure you, master, I want to make you feel good," Hermione stated, the desire for him washing over.
He was a strong Alpha Male, who was the leader of the pack, and could have all the women he wanted. She worked his pants open and got down on her knees.
"That's a good girl," Harry stated whilst he looked at her chocolate brown eyes that stared back at him with desire.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Hermione fished Harry's cock out of his pants, to see it in front of her, in her hand and she held it in her hand, studying it intently.
"It's so big," Hermione breathed in awe.
"Make it bigger, stroke it," Harry commanded and Hermione stroked his cock, feeling it pulse in her hand. "That's it, now lick the shaft."
Hermione dove down, licking Harry's cock and tasting it like it was her lifeline to this world. She drew her tongue over his throbbing manhood, going down and licking his balls. She worked her nice tongue around him, and continued to warm him up, while her pussy burned with the greatest desire to have him inside her in the worst way.
Harry arched back and his cock in all of its size and glory entered her mouth. He grabbed her head and thrust his cock into her throat, drilling it into her throat, and Hermione rocked forward, with his strokes meeting her bobbing mouth. He buried his cock into her throat and she leaned back, taking him into her. He felt good, her hot throat muscles massaging him.
"Oh, that's it, that's the stuff," Harry grunted as he grabbed her face and speared into her mouth.
Hermione wrapped her lips around his member, making sure to give him all that he needed, when he continued to work into the back of her throat. His cock cut a steady pace into the back of her throat, and he continued to push into her. The two continued their motions, rocking back and forth before Harry shot a stream of his cum into her throat.
She felt his thick essence spilled down her throat and she slurped it up happily, making lewd sounds with her mouth. The brunette bookworm rocked back and forth.
"Time for next part of my payment," Harry stated, when he removed her bra to reveal her breasts and her nipples that were erect. He squeezed them, made them his, making her understand the nature of what she owed him.
Hermione felt more moisture pool down from her pussy, it burning from desire when he played with her breasts. Her skirt got stripped off and he pulled her panties down to reveal her mound with a small strip of brown hair before him.
"I'm ready for you, master," Hermione breathed, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. Harry took the head of his cock, erect once again and rubbed it against her slit, working her over. She watched him with widened eyes. His cock head brushed against her slit and her juices dribbles down her thighs. "Yes, come on, I need it."
Harry grabbed Hermione's hips before he pushed his cock into her, ripping into her and making her his woman. She screamed when she felt her barrier give way but the pain numbing charms quickly changed that. He rocked into her body, before he thrust his throbbing penis into her, sawing into her with super powered thrusts.
"Oh yeah, such a tight pussy, you know how to work me," Harry breathed as Hermione lifted her hips up, unknowingly matching what Harry wanted thanks to the life debt bond.
Hermione's tight box squeezed him when she had her first orgasm with a cock inside her and he continued to work into her, not even slowly down the pace. He thrust himself into her, working through her pussy and his cock pulsed into her, pushing into her and working her over.
"Mine, more, more, more," Hermione panted and chanted, whilst her hips thrust upwards to meet his cock spearing into her moist center.
Pleasure did not even begin what she felt. If she was bound to Harry for life, at least she would get something out of it. Perhaps someday she would be much more but not today. There was something about the way that he pleasured Hermione that she felt was inhumane and she loved it, she loved his cock, she lived for his cock, she pushed her lips together, and rubbed at his cock. She needed him inside her, working her over, in the worst way.
Harry felt the same thing, before he drilled it into this beautiful girl, she was smart, and she moaned loudly, worshiping his cock with her hungry pussy lips. He drove her to one nerve racking orgasm after another.
"This is it, this is what I want," Harry responded as he thrust into her and then pulled out.
"Master, please, I need your cum," Hermione begged but Harry taunted her.
"Flip over," Harry stated and Hermione got on her hands and knees, where her hands and wrists were now on the bed, bound together.
Her pussy dripped, her fluids dropping to the bed, she could not believe how turned on she was and Harry's cock once again slammed into her pussy.
"Yes!" Hermione screamed, hugging against him. Her pussy clenched against his probing rod.
"Why…is it that the smart one's are always the naughtiest?" Harry asked when he kept his cock moving into her pussy, drilling it inside her with fury, with multiple thrusts. He worked her pussy over with his throbbing cock.
Hermione thought that if she died, her life would be fulfilled. This cock inside her, it was the best thing ever, and the two continued their activities for a little bit longer. His cock went into her pussy, burying into it, and beating into her. She knew she would get a good night's sleep tonight, after his cock pounded her into submission. Already, Hermione drooled from the thoughts of what happened.
Time passed, far too much time.
"In me, please, I can't take it," Hermione whispered, biting down on her lower lip in pleasure, when Harry used his cock to torture her pussy when she was bound to the bed.
"Time for this slave to get her reward," Harry stated, getting into the moment when he plowed into her.
"Yes master, this slave has been a good girl, reward her," Hermione pleaded and his balls tightened. "Oh, such a good reward, yes!"
Harry splattered his semen into her inviting pussy, splattering it into her. There would be no consequences thanks to the contraceptive potions placed in the Hogwarts Pumpkin Juice, but he indulged her with his sticky seed. He sprayed it in the inside of her, as she screamed and passed out after an ear shattering scream and orgasm.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Hermione fell asleep, her heart beating steadily, and Harry wrapping an arm around her. He got the smartest girl in his year under his belt and she would only get better with age, in both looks and intelligence. That was a winner and she would be devoted to him, always a benefit.
He could sense her mind shift to suit him, her old devotion to teachers and authority fading. Harry was the only authority, the only one worthy of her loyalty, and that made him smile. She would be a valuable asset to him.
Upon Hermione's neck was a small mark that resembled a "Z", to signify that debt that she had towards Harry's bloodline.
Dear Pamela:
Thank you for your last letter, and yeah it was really unfair what happened, but that's big business for you. I'm sure you'll have your moment. Just don't do anything that will get you arrested, or anything like that. Keep a cool head and beat them at their own game. Well except for the poisoning the Earth thing, that's not something we want to do.
So my first Quidditch Game was yesterday and I got a good broom, Nimbus 2000. Its fine, pretty good, hands a hell of a lot better than the school brooms. My teammates are fine, even if Wood is a bit of slave driver. He's obsessed, just a tiny bit, just a little bit, okay maybe not that bad. Katie, Angelina, and Alicia, well they give me something interesting to watch to make things a bit more challenging. Otherwise I would have caught the Snitch in nine seconds flat. I figured I'd allow them a few goals, to build up the morale of the team. And the Weasley twins are the Weasley twins. They're a bit immature, but they're pretty good at what they do. And they do have potential if their ambition is directed in the right direction.
A weird thing happened today, someone tried to jinx my broomstick. Hermione thinks that someone was Snape but I think it was Quirrell. Either of them are worthy of a closer look. My flame blasting charm might have gotten overexcited again. Everyone was too busy watching the game to notice but Quirrell and Snape got a hot foot. And a hot other parts of their body.
Despite that fact, I got the Snitch. Higgs really doesn't know his own arse from the end of the broomstick. Not that much of the Slytherin team is better. I would say that they would be considered to be trolls, but the troll that I fought on Halloween was far more literate.
Speaking of trolls, Ron Weasley had to go home, because the head injury he suffered on Halloween, well it knocked him loopy. I didn't really notice the difference but Pomfrey must have and sent him home. He might miss this year and will have to start all over again. At least he remembers his name. His pretty loopy and punch drunk all things considered.
I hope you'll well and I think I have a good idea what the guard dog might be hiding, but I'm not going to publicize it in a letter. Although the Hogwarts Gamekeeper is not the best person to tell your secrets to unless you want to have them publicized but if I get him drunk, I have a pretty good idea that I could have him tell me anything that he's been told.
And since Dumbledore does seem to be cheerfully trusting, I have a feeling that he told Hagrid a lot.
That is all for today.
All the Best,
Harry.
"I'm not sure if I've learned enough, maybe I should dial things back a little bit," Hermione answered as she bit down on her lip and looked at Harry, who stood by Lucretia and Tonks, the four of them sitting around their hang out. "There's a lot of material in our first year, you know."
"There really isn't," Lucretia stated as she put her hand on Hermione's knee in a consoling manner. "I know it seems like a lot and I really wish that I knew of this option during my first year."
"I wonder why they didn't tell us it," Tonks stated but Lucretia smile and watched her.
"Well it's obvious isn't it?" she asked and Tonks wondered what was obvious about it. She waved her hand and offered Lucretia the chance to continue. "The Ministry wants to control how quickly we learn their information. Would they want some fourteen year old that's smarter than half of the people in the Ministry? I don't think they would."
"No, I don't think they would," Hermione agreed carefully as she turned to Harry.
Harry spent a moment deep in thought, he was ready for the exams for the first year and hell, he was about ready for the second. However it was discouraged that they take more than one set of exams at a time. The young wizard thought about his studies and how he studied most of the books that he was allowed to in the Hogwarts library. He actually was glad for Quidditch because Wood's obsession with training gave him a lot to do in his free time, other than the girls he was doing.
His homework, he breezed through it within a matter of moments, there was no problems at all.
"We'll be ready to take our exams on Thursday," Harry stated and Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Harry put a hand up to stop her. "Yes, Hermione, no matter what, you'll be ready, there's no question about it. If you've been able to keep up me for this long, you'll be able to stay the course and finish the exams, and we'll be ready for our second year courses after the holidays."
Hermione nodded, she was ready. Despite these exams being expanded to cover some second year material, they were ready after the first four months. They had some help from Lucretia and Tonks, when they were not preparing for their NEWTs, but they had to take this on their own and be ready.
Harry smiled, he could see the confidence rolling off of her, she was ready, and so was he. It was time for them to prove that they earned it. There were less than a dozen people to take this particular route with the history of Hogwarts. Hermione and Harry, if they succeeded through this three and a half year fast track, they would be ready to go.
And the sooner the better, although Harry found that the next three or so years would be prudent for him to collect certain resources before he properly moved on to the real world, because a secluded world did not fit his ambitions although he did admit that there were a few useful things that he would grab on his way out.
Aurora Sinistra turned her head around a little bit, when she took a careful look from the Astronomy Tower. The first term at this year of Hogwarts was nearly over, and she smiled when she thought about it. Teaching was a rewarding experience, something she did for the past ten or so years. She stood, thirty seven years old, with chocolate skin and dark hair, along with black eyes. Her curves were hidden by the Hogwarts robes.
The first years as always were a spirited bunch, and once she got them settled down to learn their lessons, she actually got to know them pretty well. This was also the year that Harry Potter joined Hogwarts and Aurora thought of that one rather carefully, placing her hands on her hips. There were many expectations that the teachers had regarding Harry Potter.
She took a moment to think about him and think of the fantasies that entered her head. The Muggleborns and the Muggle raised always raised an eyebrow with the looser sexual standards of the Wizarding World, where the age of consent skewed much younger, due to the maturation of the young wizards and witches. Granted, it wasn't wise to advertise the fact that one was having a relationship with a student or even feelings for a student, but it was there.
Aurora thought about Harry Potter standing behind her when she was pressed against the wall. She thought about him and knew that he could really pleasure anyone. Teaching really did not offer many opportunities for self-gratification.
The woman stood and paused, carefully listening for something. She was supposed to be on patrol to make sure that no one was out of bounds. The students would head home tomorrow, well those who agreed to sign up for the winter holidays. Still that meant that they had the last night before they went home to themselves and since they had no classes, trouble making and people out of bounds could be problems.
Aurora stopped and paused, and her eyes widened when she saw what she saw. She watched everything that unfolded and she felt a heat rise between her lips and she ran her tongue over her lips when she saw Harry Potter, and two girls, who were rather busy and on their knees before him.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Lucretia was on her knees before Harry and went between his knees, licking his balls, while Nym speared his cock down her throats. The girls were sitting in bra and panties, with Harry stripped completely naked. Lucretia wore a silky red set of bra and panties whilst Nym wore a lacy white set. Both of the girls went down on his cock, working it over with their mouths and tongues.
"Oh that's so good," Harry breathed as he felt the talented mouth of Tonks wrapped around him when she blew him. Her nose bumped up against his pelvic bone when she brought his throbbing meat down her throat. "Shit, yeah,"
Lucretia reached down and pulled the panties of Tonks down, spreading her lips, before she shoved a finger into the dripping cunt of Nym.
"Oh, your cunt always feels good, Dora," Lucretia breathed as she inserted a second finger then a third one, before the woman felt the powers of her lover tighten around her. "Oh yes, I love that, oh yes, you have such a tight pussy."
"Eat her until she comes, Lucretia," Harry breathed as his hips pressed against the wall and Tonks took him deep into her throat, feeling his cock spear down the back of her throat. His balls squeezed together by her hand and he watched while Lucretia drove her tongue between the legs of Tonks.
Tonks gave a shudder of pleasure when her cousin's tongue delved into her juicy cunt lips. Her tongue really licked around her, feeling good. She squeezed Harry's balls and sucked him down her throat, slurping on his sausage.
Harry hissed, when her mouth did magnificent things to his throbbing prick, and he grabbed her head, pushing his cock down her throat. His head hit the back of her throat and he pushed down in her a little bit.
Lucretia grabbed the hair of Tonks and pulled her back, before she straddled the lap of her cousin. The two kissed each other, squashing their bra covered breasts together. Harry waved his hands and their remaining undergarments faded. The two pressed their hard nipples together and rubbed their pussies together, creating a delicious amount of friction between their burning loins.
Tonks shifted herself, getting on her hands and knees.
"Harry," Tonks pleaded before Harry grabbed her hips.
"Here it comes," Harry grunted, as he pushed his cock into her cunt. She screamed heavily, before he thrust into her again, pushing his throbbing penis between her walls. It squeezed him, pressing against him, and he sped up his actions to spear into her. "Oh yes, so fucking hot, oh yeah, I love this, fuck yeah, work me with those hips."
Tonks did so, using her powers to give Harry's standing prick a work out, before she dove between her cousin's lips.
"Yeah, eat me Dora, that's the spot," Lucretia breathed as she threaded her fingers through the now blue hair of Tonks. She even made her pubic hair blue because that was the nature of her powers.
Harry pushed into the cunt of his lover, quickening his thrusts, when he pushed into her. He felt her squeeze against him when he continued to beat into her. The dark haired wizard hammered into her, carefully working her ass and squeezing her cheeks.
"Such a delicious arse," Harry stated as he squeezed it and stuck his tongue down it when he pounded into Tonks from behind. "Oh fuck, so tight, I love this."
"Need a break, love?" Lucretia asked when Tonks devoured her pussy. "I'll take over on Harry for a while."
Lucretia allowed Harry to side out of Tonks, before she wrapped her arms around him and her legs, slipping around him. She passionately pressed her lips against his, before she ground her hips against him. She aimed her dripping slits against him, before she speared herself down on his cock.
Harry laid back and enjoyed her riding his cock. He grabbed the hips of Tonks, and dragged her over onto his face, before he pushed his tongue up into her dripping cunt. His tongue worked circular motions into her pussy, licking and pressing the tip of his tongue into her, causing her pleasure.
"Oh yeah, this is a ride!" Lucretia stated before Tonks wrapped her arms around her before they kissed, and groped each other's breasts.
Harry enjoyed the pleasure of having a lovely pussy grinding on his face and a second beautiful pussy riding his cock. He thrust himself up, and felt his two beautiful seventh years kiss each other. His thrusts got deeper into Lucretia's pussy and she moaned sexily into the mouth of Tonks. She pulled herself back, before she raised herself up, and lowered herself down on the base of his member, practically impaling herself on it.
She rode his cock for everything that is worth.
"Oh Harry, oh Harry, oh yes, oh Harry!" Lucretia panted heavily with her eyes flickering a little bit, when she gyrated her hips down onto him. It stretched her center out so much and beat into her in a lovely way.
Harry thrust himself up, when she came with a shriek. His balls tightened, when he tasted the lovely pussy of the seventh year Huflepuff. Then he came, splattering his seed into the pussy of Lucretia. She moaned and bounced onto him, clenching him, riding him, and bringing every last drop of seed out of his balls into her pussy.
He pulled out of her and the two girls slid down, feeling their pussies beaten raw by his throbbing cock.
There was a surprised moan and Lucretia got up, a surprised expression. She stepped forward, walking forward before she opened the door and saw Professor Sinistra standing there watching.
"Professor," Harry stated, like he was not standing there with a massive erection. "What can I do for you?"
Aurora tried not to stare at his massive member, her heart beaten rather heavily against her chest, when she cupped her pussy through her robes.
"Mr…Potter, I don't think that….you are out of bounds," Aurora managed as she stepped forward but Harry reached forward and helped her into the room.
"Professor, you look a little flushed," Harry responded, with a slight grin across his face and his two girls smiled back at him.
"She does look a little flushed, doesn't she?" Lucretia remarked, before she helped slide the robes of Sinistra off.
She stood there and could barely process what was happening. She stood there wearing a black bra that covered her heaving breasts, a pair of black thong panties, and black stockings along with her shoes. Her body was covered in sweat and her crotch was covered in arousal.
"She might have been a bit frustrated with what she saw," Nym commented whilst she brushed her thumb across the arousal of Sinistra who shuddered at the contact.
"That…." Sinistra stated but Harry placed his hands on her flat stomach, running her hand down her flat stomach, and carefully moving down her. "That's…."
"Yes, what is that?" Harry asked as he placed his fingers on the underside of her panties with a thinly disguised grin crossing his face. "These robes hide a lot, don't they, Professor?"
"Yes, they do," she agreed in a whimper, before she felt the pleasure heat up between her legs and then she found Harry move around, pinning her against the wall.
"So are you sure that you don't want anything?" Harry asked, with a grin, pushing her against the wall and lightly grounding his throbbing cock against her heated mound.
"Y-yes I want something," she breathed when he placed his hands on her dark face, running his hands on either side of his face. "I want, I want…mmm."
Harry pressed his lips against hers and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth and assault her. She felt herself succumbing to him and his body, wrapping her arms his sculpted body, running her hands down him and cupping his ass with her hands.
Lucretia and Nym got down on their knees and grabbed her panties, to reveal her pussy, dripping wet, with black hair. The two girls dove between her legs, licking and playing with her sopping cunt, licking and taking turns tasting before the blonde moved between her legs, licking her center, whilst Tonks moved and sucked on her clit, causing her to scream in pleasure.
Harry unhooked her bra strap, tor reveal her chocolate orbs, with standing dark nipples, that pressed against him, before she kissed him. She lustfully moaned into his mouth, when his hands grabbed her breasts and sculpted them to his own liking, making them his.
"Oh, you're so hot," Harry stated with a grin, and no sooner did those words leave his mouth; he began to suck on her breasts, getting the taste into his mouth, when he licked his tongue around her. She moaned and bucked her hips towards the invading tongue of the Head Girl, who went down on her, licking her.
She felt her eyes fog over with lust and she grabbed Harry's crotch into her hand, squeezing him with fury and Aurora turned towards him, hungrily and licking her moist lips.
"I want you, now," Aurora stated, as she backed him off, and straddled his lap when he sat on the edge of a desk. Lust flickered over her dark eyes as her entire body heated up with want. "Fuck me."
Harry grabbed her hips, and hoisted her up, before he positioned her and speared her onto his cock. She gave a lustful scream of pleasure when she started to ride him, rocking her hips on him.
"Oh yes, Harry, yes, that's it," she screamed whilst she bounced up and down on him, riding his cock. Her dark hips sank down him, riding it, her pussy clamped against him and he thrust into her in response.
"You haven't been fucked like this for a long time, have you?" Harry asked whilst she bounced up and down on his phallus and he grabbed her bouncing breasts, squeezing her, while Tonks and Lucretia played with each other out of the corner of his eye.
"No never, yes, fucking yes," she moaned, riding him carefully and rocking her hips down against him. She felt him thrust into her hot cavern and stretched her out. He had his hands rolling over her nubile body when she cocked to rock back. Aurora Sinistra felt the heat of this personification of manhood spearing into her deep center.
The sexy teacher rode on his lap, but Harry wanted a different tactic. He pushed up against her, before he pushed her off when she reached her peak. With a fluid motion, he grabbed her hips and caused her to be pressed face down on the desk, with her luscious rear parted up in the air.
"Fuck me hard, Harry," Aurora stated as he grabbed her hips and speared into her. This caused the teacher to gasp. "Oh yes."
Her pussy squeezed around his cock, when he pushed his throbbing member between her moist lips. He continued to pick up the pace, working into her carefully. The dark haired wizard's eyes glazed over when he pushed into her, with each step of the way, getting into her. The young wizard continued to hammer into her beautiful and tight pussy.
"Oh yes, this is it, oh yes, more!" Aurora panted heavily.
"You live for my cock, don't you?" Harry asked as he slowed his thrusts to a crawl, to draw out her pleasure.
"Yes, yes, I hunger for your cock," Aurora breathed, as she felt his hands grope her breasts and it felt good. It caused pleasure and heat to warm up in her body. His cock thrust into her cunt, pushing his throbbing menace into her hard.
Harry smiled when he continued to go into her, she was driven to multiple orgasms and he could see it in her eyes. He was going to fuck her into a stupor and he watched Lucretia and Tonks pull themselves into sixty nine position, munching on each other's pussies. It was an erotic sight that caused Harry to thrust faster into her.
"Mmm…cumming, please, in me," Aurora breathed as he thrust into her hard, cutting a path and stretching her out. He was so thick and he filled her so nicely, it really drove her mad.
Harry felt her warm tightness squeeze him and she begged him for his cum, he rode her out through two more nerve racking orgasms. The mage pushed into her, slamming into her, when he slammed into her, going into her, harder and harder.
"Are you ready?" Harry grunted into her, when she nodded furiously, biting down on her lip, when he thrust into her, his balls slapping against her flesh tightly.
He exploded into her hot cavern as he sent juices splattering into her, feeling her pussy filled up. She screamed when his own orgasm brought her to another one of her own. He continued to cup her swaying orbs in his hands, beating into her with his thick meat.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Harry dressed himself and left Aurora sitting on her desk, cross eyed and drooling from what happened.
"She'll be okay, here, this should sustain her until morning, and won't make her as sore," Lucretia stated as she tipped the potion she had on her and offered one to herself and Tonks as well. "I'm sure she'll be up for another round of star gazing eventually."
Harry and Tonks smiled at this but Harry in particular knew that he would be up for another round as well.
The day where they would receive the results for the first year examinations rapidly approached and Harry for one could not wait. Granted he knew that he passed with flawless marks but it was a matter of seeing everything on paper that clinched everything for Harry. The young wizard carefully waited but despite his desire to see everything that was written, as it was down on paper, that was nothing compared to Hermione's desire.
Hermione rocked herself back and forth to the point where Harry was both amused and kind of annoyed. She was most certainly the type of person that would obsess over things and despite the fact that she nearly studied herself into a coma, she worried that she failed everything. Harry deduced that there was a lot of pressure put on her, by her father at least, to be the best and anything less was a disappointment.
Harry found it abhorrent but knew that if Hermione relaxed and merely applied herself, she would still achieve the same results if she worked herself into a level of stress.
"I can't believe it," Hermione stated as she eyed the window outside of the Tonks residence, where she and Harry were staying for the holidays. Her parents were on a business trip or so they told her, so Harry invited Hermione to come stay with him, Andromeda, and Nym during the holiday season. "I know this was a mista…."
Harry placed his mouth on Hermione's, shutting her up; she was kind of giving him a headache about her obsessions with examinations. He thought that she relaxed a little bit when his mouth worked onto hers.
If they would have gone anywhere further, neither would have had the foggiest notion. The flapping of owl wings could be heard and Hermione broke the kiss when she stood rigid. It was funny how time slowed down to a crawl at instances like this but she turned, and eyed them all. The dark haired witch waited, she was on pins and needles when the key to her future.
"This is it, oh this is it," Hermione stated, she wanted to move onto second year courses. "I know we've got through the first year stuff and most of second year, but what if…what if it was for nothing?"
Harry did not have the heart to tell Hermione that he delved a little bit into the third year course material, sneaking a tiny little peak. If he had not been held back for his own good and because of some excuse about how it was a strain to learn that much magic in a year, Harry suspected that he would have been done with Hogwarts much sooner than the three and a half years. He did admire Hermione for cutting a steady enough pace to keep up with him.
Not many people would have kept up with his pace but Hermione was one of the people who tried to keep up with him. She was a bit nuts in that regard but then again most people were. And that was one of the things that Harry admired about her. She actually was willing to apply herself to a higher level and not allowed herself to get held back by what is suspected.
The letters dropped into the hand of Hermione, so much so that her hand trembled when she held it in her hand. She nearly dropped it on the ground, her hand shaking a little bit. Harry gently picked the letter up and handed it to her, which she took graciously.
"Anxious, sorry," Hermione responded as Harry eyed her firmly with a look that quite frankly told her that she should knock it off for her own health.
"Anticipation is often worse than the event," Harry responded as he crossed his arms, with a slight eye turned towards her. "Go ahead and open it up, face the music, it will be over before you know it."
Hermione grabbed the letter in her hand; she slowly opened it, before she held it in her hand. The brunette witch pulled out the letter and placed it in her hand, before holding it carefully and she watched it. The suspense built as she read her results.
"So, how did you do?" Harry asked which broke the silence.
"I passed everything with top marks," Hermione responded in an excited tone.
"Really, I did as well," Harry stated in a bored and unimpressed voice. It wasn't that big of an accomplishment given rudimentary teachings. "Then again, first year material really isn't that pushing when you think about it."
"Maybe," Hermione admitted in a grudging voice.
"It's a shame we couldn't get second year out of the way," Harry answered as he turned around and watched her carefully out of the corner of his eye, before he added. "Congratulations."
"Thanks, you as well," Hermione responded with a nod, as the two settled down to watch a movie and have a rare night. The Tonks residence was equipped with Muggle electronics in this particular room, given Andromeda's late husband and she kept it around as a memorial to him.
Harry's eyes snapped open when he saw himself standing in the middle of a row of crystalized towers. He stepped forward, turning his head, curious and also suspicious a little bit at where he was. He heard the whispers in the back of his head. The chants in the back of his head and he could not quite make out what they said. However, one thing that he could make out was the towers were glowing before him.
They were not only glowing but they pointed him forward and he took a few steps forward. The chanting got louder and louder when he proceeded forward. He stood in front of a pair of gates with a glowing symbol, it was shaped like a "U" only it was slightly crooked. Underneath it was a "Z" scratched out of the gates.
The other symbol was underneath the gate and he reached forward, pressing his hand on it. The gate glowed and opened, swinging back and forth. More crystal towers lit up as Harry walked forward, carefully taking a few steps forward and looked up.
He saw her floating there, with shoulder length dark hair and glowing blue eyes, dressed in black robes with a similar family crest that the "U" that was on the door. Harry watched her, she was gorgeous beyond all measure and that put Harry on his guard.
"Welcome home," she stated with a smile crossing her face as she stared him down. He reached forward, taking a step or two, albeit very tentatively, towards her.
"Who are you?" Harry asked as he watched her, hovering from side to side.
"Soon you will know who you truly are, soon you will understand," she stated carefully as the crystals sparkled across from him. "Soon all shall be clear. It has been a long time since I've seen you. But for the first time I glimpsed you, you were there, in a lab, merely in crystalized form but you are now flesh and blood."
The young woman calmly watched him before she added, a smile crossing her face. It was then where Harry noticed that there was a glowing chamber to the side of her but as of yet, he could not get a good enough look at it.
"My flesh and blood."
She paused and added, whilst Harry saw the figure in the tube, she was a strikingly beautiful blonde female dressed in white garb. Currently she floated, asleep, but he had a feeling that she would awaken soon enough.
"Did you ever wonder where you truly came from? Do you wonder where you truly are? You are not like them, you are someone who will lead them into a new age. That is your purpose."
She shifted momentarily pausing as she did. The dark haired girl placed her hand on the outside of the glass of the girl and reached through, stroking the cheek through.
"Her purpose," she added, stroking the blonde's cheek whilst never breaking eye contact. Our shared purpose is to rule beside you when we change this world into something more habitable."
Harry found his voice. "You're a figment of my dream, aren't you?"
"A figment of a deep rooted connection we have shared since your conception," she corrected as she watched him. "It was not supposed to be this way, you were not supposed to be raised by barbarians, but you have turned out well despite them. That serves well for you."
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"My name is Faora, I'm your sister," she responded with a smile. "I am currently asleep, much like she is, so the two of us can only speak on the plane of dreams."
Harry nodded before she continued to explain information that she was certain that he wanted to know.
"Our father lost a child in the destruction of the original Kandor, along with his first wife. I was named after that lost love. That ignorant fool Jor-El spurned him when he pleaded for him, pleaded to use the cloning process to restore his son back to life. Despite my father's pleading, despite the fact that he saved Jor-El from being sentenced to death for treason, Jor-El refused to return the debt. My father, our father, thought highly of him, almost like a brother."
Faora decided to allow that to sink in before she explained about herself.
"I was born to my mother, Ursa, but the pregnancy was high risk and we needed to use a vessel for a second child."
"A vessel?" Harry asked as he watched her, he watched her, waiting for more information to come forth.
"Your mother came into contact with a crystal that contained my father's DNA and a bit of my mothers;s," Faora explained ot him. "Your mother is both Lily Evans and Ursa Hu-Ul, she gave birth to you and the crystal she touched gave you extraordinary abilities. It also projected a camouflage upon you that made you resemble the flesh and blood of James Potter, at least initially. It wears off more with each passing year, although I'd keep the hair the way it is, it becomes you."
"Thanks, I think," Harry stated. "So my father is…"
"Dru-Zod, a brilliant man, at least at first, until he was driven mad by his obsession and desire to conquer the planet, along with his unhealthy obsession of making other men kneel before him, " Faora responded when she closed her eyes. "Our planet was known Krypton; it was a world of wonder with technology that exceeded that of Earth. I must inform you of more sometime but our connection is not strong enough yet for me to be here for this long."
"So you're here, on Earth," Harry stated.
"Yes, I am, I'm hidden away until our connection officially strengthens enough to allow me to safely awaken," Faora responded as she dropped down next to him. "Sometimes I will be able to appear in your dreams, sometimes I will not but fear not, I shall visit you whenever I am able to."
"You said there was another? Is that her?" Harry answered as he watched her with interest, she practically swayed in the wind. Both of them were beautiful beyond measure. Sister or not, one could not deny Faora's beauty, and Harry found himself captivated by it for a few moments.
"I managed to subvert the niece of Jor-El over to our cause, although Kara didn't need much prompting, given what I was able to offer her," Faora responded as she licked her lips and thought of her encounters with dear Kara. "She is loyal to you and me, as I am to you. The best kind of girls are the kind that can and will kill for you, dear Har-Zod."
Harry watched her as the scene started to fade around him.
"And how do I know you're real?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I'm very real," Faora stated before she threw her arms around Harry and pressed her lips against his mouth in a searing kiss. He returned it, the taste was wild and full of unbridled passion, unlike anything he ever experienced before.
He wanted to do much more to her, with her, but he faded out of the dream land, pulled out before things could get interesting.
When Harry woke up, he ran his tongue across his lips, tasting the same delightful sensations from his dreams upon them. He only had one thing to think.
'Yep, she's very real,' Harry thought to himself, looking forward to more intimate encounters, both in the dream world and maybe, eventually in the flesh. He had been so distracted by the information that she gave him that there were questions that he wanted answers to.
He would get those answers, and more, much more.