Harry's Winter Wonderland (Ch. 10 - Kitchen Chaos)

Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll! Gabrielle Delacour won, with Hermione Granger and Penelope Clearwater a close second and third! So you will see Gabrielle in a chapter coming out real soon :) I'm also working on the next chapters of Bratty Daphne and The MILFs of Wizarding Britain, so expect more of that soon also. Enjoy!

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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.

The kitchen was warm and peaceful, a welcome sanctuary after the chaos of the morning. Harry stood at the counter, his hands working the dough for what he hoped would be a decent loaf of bread. After waking Susan with his tongue and ending up balls deep in her throat, then getting caught by the entire cabin full of horny witches, he had needed a moment to himself. To clear his head. To give his poor, overworked cock a chance to recover.

Fat chance of that happening, he thought ruefully, as his mind wandered back to the sight of Susan's massive tits bouncing as he'd fucked her throat, the way Hermione's plump arse had looked bent over the sofa, the feeling of Daphne's tight cunt gripping him as he'd pounded her against the mountainside...

He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. Lunch. He was making lunch. Something normal and decidedly non-sexual. The rhythmic motion of kneading the dough was oddly soothing, and for the first time since the holiday began, Harry felt himself starting to relax.

The soft click of heels on wood made him look up, and his breath caught in his throat.

Hannah Abbott stood in the doorway, and she was absolutely stunning.

The morning light streaming through the window caught her honey-blonde hair, making it glow like spun gold. She'd styled it in loose waves that tumbled past her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her blue eyes sparkled with something that made Harry's pulse quicken, and her lips... Merlin, those perfectly pink lips curved in a shy smile that transported him straight back to fifth year. They were full and inviting, glossed with something that made them shine, and Harry couldn't help but imagine how they'd look wrapped around his cock.

"Hello, Harry," Hannah said softly, stepping into the kitchen. "Mind if I join you?"

Harry's eyes couldn't help but travel down her body, taking in her outfit with growing appreciation. She wore a cream-coloured jumper that hugged her curves like it had been painted on. The fabric stretched across her generous breasts, outlining them perfectly, and Harry could just make out the hard points of her nipples pressing against the material. The jumper was cropped scandalously high, ending just below the swell of her tits, leaving her entire flat stomach exposed. Her skin was pale and perfect, her waist narrow before flaring out to those gorgeous hips.

But it was her skirt that really made his cock twitch. The denim was so short it could barely be called a skirt at all. It clung to her hips and barely covered the curve of her arse, showing off miles of creamy thigh. When she moved, Harry caught glimpses of something pink underneath, and his mouth went dry at the realisation that one wrong move would expose everything.

"Course not," Harry managed, his voice coming out rougher than intended. "Just making bread for lunch."

Hannah's face lit up with genuine interest, and she moved closer to peer at the dough. As she leaned forward over the counter, Harry found himself with a perfect view straight down her jumper. The cropped fabric gaped away from her body, and he could see the full, creamy swells of her breasts, the valley between them deep and inviting.

"Really? I've always wanted to learn," Hannah said, her voice warm and enthusiastic, apparently oblivious to the show she'd just given him. "I never quite got the hang of it at home."

"It's easier than it looks," Harry said, trying to focus on her words rather than imagining what those perfect breasts would look like freed from the confines of that cropped jumper. "Just takes practice."

Hannah straightened up and turned to face him, leaning her hip against the counter. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she moved even closer, her breasts pressing against his arm. "I do love a good hands-on lesson," she said softly, her fingers trailing along his triceps. "Will you teach me? I promise to be a very... attentive student."

The way she said it, the heat in her eyes, made it clear she wasn't just talking about bread making.

"Yeah," Harry managed, his voice rougher than intended. "I can definitely teach you."

Hannah's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Perfect. So... where do we start?"

"Come here," Harry said, gesturing to the counter. "Take my position."

Hannah moved to stand in front of the counter, and Harry couldn't help but admire the view from behind. Her arse was perfect, round and perky, the denim stretched tight across it. When she leaned forward to examine the dough more closely, bracing her hands on the counter's edge, the skirt rode up dramatically, exposing the lower curves of her pale arse cheeks. Harry's breath caught as he glimpsed a thin strip of pink fabric nestled between those perfect globes.

Fuck, he thought, his cock beginning to harden in his trousers. She's wearing a thong.

"What do I do?" Hannah asked innocently, wiggling her hips slightly as she adjusted her position. The movement made her skirt ride up even further, and Harry had to force himself to look away before he lost all control.

"You need to push with the heel of your hand," Harry explained, trying to focus on the task rather than the way her barely covered arse looked. "Then fold it back over. It's all about the rhythm."

Hannah tried to copy his movements, but her technique was tentative and unsure. The dough barely moved under her gentle pressure, and she made a small sound of frustration.

"I'm not doing it right," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. The movement caused her hair to fall across her chest, a strand catching between her breasts. Harry had to resist the urge to brush it back, to feel the softness of her skin.

"Here," Harry said, moving to stand behind her. "Let me help."

He stepped close, his chest almost touching her back, and reached around to place his hands over hers. The moment they made contact, he felt her sharp intake of breath, felt the warmth radiating from her body. She was so much smaller than him, fitting perfectly in the circle of his arms.

Merlin, he thought, breathing in the scent of her perfume. She smells like vanilla and sunshine.

"Like this," he murmured, his lips close to her ear. He guided her hands through the motion, pressing down firmly. "Push down and forward, then fold. Feel the rhythm?"

Hannah nodded, but her breathing had quickened noticeably. Harry could feel every rapid rise and fall of her chest, could feel the way her body trembled slightly against his. And then, as they worked the dough together, she pressed back against him, just barely at first, but unmistakably deliberate. Her arse brushed against his hips, and Harry felt his cock respond immediately, beginning to swell.

The kneading motion pushed her arms together repeatedly, and Harry's eyes couldn't help but drift downward to watch as her magnificent breasts were squished by her own arms, threatening to spill free from the cropped jumper with each forward thrust.

They continued like that for several long moments, the air between them growing thicker with each passing second. Hannah's breathing became more ragged, and her hips began to move in small, almost imperceptible circles against him. Harry's cock was rapidly hardening, and he knew she could feel it pressing against her.

"You know," Hannah said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I was such an idiot to wait this long."

Harry's hands stilled momentarily. "What do you mean?"

Hannah turned her head slightly, her blue eyes meeting his over her shoulder. There was vulnerability there, mixed with heat and determination. "Back in fifth year, when I asked you out... I was so hurt when you said no. Spent months wondering what was wrong with me."

Harry winced, guilt flooding through him even as his cock throbbed against her arse. "Hannah, I—"

"But now I understand," she continued, pressing back more firmly against him. "You had bigger things to worry about than some silly Hufflepuff with a crush. A war to fight. The world to save." She paused, her hips grinding against his erection in a slow, deliberate circle. "But the war's over now, Harry. And yesterday, when I saw you during that competition... when I saw how magnificent you are... I realised I never really stopped wanting you."

Harry's cock twitched hard against her at the mention of the competition. The memory of Hannah watching him, her eyes wide as Ginny pulled out his twelve-inch cock for all to see, as Lily ground on him until they both came...

"Yesterday was torture," Hannah admitted, her voice growing huskier. "Watching Susan wrap her massive tits around your cock. Seeing how thick you are, how long. Watching you explode all over Lily while she screamed your name." She let out a shaky breath. "I fingered myself for hours last night, Harry. Hours. And every time I got close, I'd hear Lily screaming from your room, and I'd remember that it could have been me if I'd been braver. If I'd pushed myself forward like she did."

"Hannah..." Harry breathed, his control rapidly slipping. His hands tightened over hers on the dough, his hips pressing forward involuntarily.

"And this morning," she continued, grinding back harder, "when we all walked in on you and Susan... seeing your cock covered in her spit, still hard and ready for more... I've been soaking wet ever since, Harry. I came here hoping, no, praying, that I'd get a chance to finally show you what you missed out on."

The raw honesty in her words, the desperate need, made something snap inside Harry. His hands moved from the dough to her hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled her back against him, letting her feel every throbbing inch of his massive erection.

"You should have said something sooner," Harry growled into her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Should have told me you wanted this cock."

Hannah whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder. "I'm telling you now," she gasped. "I want it, Harry. Want you. Please, I've waited so long..."

But in her distraction, her fingers loosened their grip on the dough. It slipped from her hands and dropped onto the counter with a soft thump, landing directly in the mound of flour they'd been using. A white cloud puffed up around them, dusting their clothes and exposed skin with fine powder.

"Oh!" Hannah gasped, looking down at herself. A light coating of flour dusted her jumper and exposed stomach, clinging to the fabric and her skin. It settled in the valley between her breasts, highlighting her curves. "Look what I've done!"

Harry glanced down at his own flour-dusted state and couldn't help but chuckle. "Bit messy, aren't we?"

Hannah giggled, attempting to brush at the flour on her jumper, but the motion only seemed to spread it further, making the cream fabric cling even more obscenely to her breasts. Her movements grew more deliberate, slower, as she traced the curves of her body under the guise of cleaning. "Oh dear. It's really stuck to the fabric now."

"Your jumper's ruined," Harry said, his eyes tracking the path of her hands. "You should probably..."

"Take it off?" Hannah finished, her eyes dancing with mischief and heat. She bit her lower lip, holding his gaze. "You're probably right. We wouldn't want it to get worse."

She reached for the hem, her fingers playing with the edge teasingly. "Though I think I've got flour in other places too. You'll have to help me clean up properly."

Harry watched from behind as Hannah's fingers traced along the hem of her cropped jumper, the fabric already riding dangerously high. "I can see that," he said, his voice rough, watching the flour dust her exposed stomach. "It's everywhere."

"Mmm hmm." Hannah lifted the jumper slightly, and Harry's breath caught as more of her torso came into view. The movement revealed the gentle curve where her ribs met her waist, her flat stomach dusted with flour. "It got under the fabric somehow..." She lifted it higher still, exposing more of her toned midriff, the fabric bunching just below her breasts. "All over my chest..."

In one smooth motion, she pulled the jumper over her head and tossed it aside.

Harry's brain short-circuited.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Hannah stood before him, topless and glorious, flour still dusting her perfect skin like she'd been decorated for his pleasure. Her breasts were absolutely perfect, full and perky with dusty pink nipples that had hardened into tight little peaks. They weren't as large as Susan's massive tits, but they were the perfect handful, sitting high and proud on her chest.

"Hannah," Harry breathed, drinking in the sight of her. "Fuck, you're absolutely gorgeous."

She turned around, her hands coming up to rest on his chest, her naked breasts pressing against him through his shirt. "I've wanted this for so long, Harry. Wanted you to see me. Really see me. Not just as the quiet Hufflepuff girl, but as a woman who knows what she wants."

"I see you," Harry said fervently, his hands coming up to cup her face. "Merlin, Hannah, I see you. You're fucking incredible. And I'm sorry it took me so long."

He kissed her then, pouring years of missed opportunities into it. It wasn't gentle; it was desperate and hungry, full of regret and desire. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Hannah kissed him back just as fiercely, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard points even through his shirt.

When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily.

"I need you," Hannah whispered against his lips. "Please, Harry. I've waited so long. I need to feel that big cock everyone's been raving about. Need you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, even as his hands skimmed down her sides, tracing the curves of her waist before settling on her hips. "Hannah, once we do this..."

"I'll be yours," she finished. "I know. That's what I want. To be yours. To have you claim me like you should have years ago. To have you fuck me so hard everyone in this cabin knows who I belong to!"

That was all the permission Harry needed. With a growl, he spun her around and bent her over the counter. She braced herself on her forearms, her back arching beautifully, presenting her arse to him like an offering.

"Fuck, look at you," Harry groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her tiny skirt higher. The denim was so short it barely covered anything, and as he pushed it up, it bunched around her waist, revealing the tiniest pink thong he'd ever seen.

The thong was soaked through, the fabric dark with her arousal and clinging to her pussy lips. He could see every detail through the wet fabric, from the shape of her swollen lips to the little bump of her clit. A string of arousal connected the thong to her pussy as she shifted, and Harry's cock throbbed painfully at the sight.

"You're drenched," he said, palming her perfect arse. The pale globes were firm and round, fitting perfectly in his hands. "How long have you been this wet?"

"Since yesterday," Hannah admitted, her voice breathy and desperate. "Since I watched you during the competition. Since I saw that massive cock and knew I had to have it. I've been dripping wet for you for almost twenty-four hours, Harry. Please, I can't wait anymore!"

Harry hooked his fingers in her thong and pulled it down slowly, watching as strings of arousal stretched between the fabric and her cunt. She was absolutely soaking, her pussy lips swollen and glistening with need. Her little pink hole clenched and unclenched as he stared, practically begging to be filled.

"Please, Harry," Hannah begged, spreading her legs wider. "Stop teasing. I need you inside me. Need to feel that fat cock stretching my pussy."

Harry freed his cock from his trousers, all twelve thick inches springing free. Hannah looked back and whimpered at the sight. It was even bigger than the rumours suggested, thick as her wrist with a bulbous head that was already leaking pre-cum. The prominent veins pulsed with each heartbeat, and his heavy balls hung low, full of cum just waiting to fill her.

"Still sure?" Harry asked, gripping his cock at the base and rubbing the swollen head through her folds. The contact made them both groan. He was coating himself in her juices, teasing her clit with each pass, watching as she tried to push back and impale herself on him.

"More than ever," Hannah gasped. "Please, Harry. Make me yours. Claim this pussy like you should have years ago."

Harry positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her tight hole. He could feel how wet she was, could feel her pussy trying to suck him in. And then, in one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

The sensation was incredible. Hannah's pussy was impossibly tight, impossibly wet, impossibly hot around him. Her walls gripped him like a velvet vice, pulsing and fluttering as she adjusted to his massive size. He could feel every ridge, every fold of her inner walls as they clenched around him, trying to milk his cock already.

"FUCK!" Hannah cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the counter. "You're so big, Harry! I can feel you so deep! You're in my fucking stomach!"

Harry held still for a moment, letting her adjust, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He watched, mesmerised, as his cock disappeared inside her, watched as her pussy stretched obscenely around his girth. Her lips were stretched thin, clinging to his shaft, and he could see her arousal already starting to leak out around him.

"You're taking me so well," Harry groaned, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. "Such a good girl, Hannah. Such a perfect little slut for me."

He started to move properly then, setting a steady rhythm that had the counter shaking. Each thrust was deliberate and deep, his pelvis smacking against her arse with a loud slap. The sound of their coupling filled the kitchen, the wet squelching of his cock plunging in and out of her soaked pussy mixing with the slap of flesh on flesh and Hannah's increasingly loud moans.

"Yes!" she cried, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, Harry! I won't break! Fuck me like you mean it!"

Harry obliged, picking up the pace until he was properly pounding into her. Her arse cheeks rippled with each impact, the pale flesh turning pink from the repeated slapping. Her tits swung freely beneath her, still dusted with flour, bouncing with each powerful thrust.

"That's it," Harry grunted, one hand leaving her hip to reach around and find her clit. The moment his fingers made contact with the swollen nub, Hannah's entire body jerked. "Let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel. Let them know who this pussy belongs to now."

"Yours!" Hannah screamed as he rubbed her clit in tight circles. "This pussy is yours, Harry! Always yours! Oh fuck, I'm already close!"

Harry could feel it too, the way her walls were beginning to flutter around him, gripping him tighter with each thrust. He shifted angles slightly, aiming for that spot that would drive her wild. When he found it, Hannah's whole body convulsed.

"RIGHT THERE!" she wailed. "Oh fuck, Harry, right fucking there! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"You going to cum for me, Hannah?" Harry asked, his fingers working her clit faster while his cock continued its relentless assault. "Going to cum all over my fat cock like a good little slut?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm so close!" Hannah's voice was getting higher, more desperate. "Make me cum, Harry! Make me cum on that huge fucking cock!"

Harry's pace became almost brutal, the sound of their coupling growing even louder. The counter was shaking violently now, pots and pans rattling, and Hannah's screams of pleasure were surely echoing through the entire cabin.

"That's it," Harry encouraged, feeling her pussy beginning to clench rhythmically. "Cum for me, beautiful. Show me what a perfect little whore you are. Scream my name so everyone knows who's fucking this tight cunt."

With a scream that could have woken the dead, Hannah came. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock like a vice, spasming wildly as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her arms gave out, and only Harry's firm grip on her hips kept her from collapsing completely.

"HARRY! OH FUCK, HARRY! YES, YES, YES!" she wailed, her voice echoing off the walls. "I'M CUMMING! YOUR HUGE COCK IS MAKING ME CUM SO HARD! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!"

Harry fucked her through it, not slowing down even as her pussy tried to push him out with the force of her orgasm. But he wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot. As her first orgasm began to subside, he shifted angles again, making sure to hit that perfect spot with every thrust.

"Oh Merlin!" Hannah gasped, her body already building toward another peak. "What are you—AHH! I can't! It's too much!"

"You can take it," Harry said confidently, his fingers resuming their assault on her oversensitive clit. "You wanted my cock, Hannah. You've been teasing me all morning, showing off this perfect body. Now you're going to get every inch of me, and you're going to take it like the good little slut you are."

His pace increased even more, becoming almost violent. Hannah's entire body was being rocked forward with each thrust, her tits swaying wildly, her arse cheeks rippling. The wet sounds of their fucking were obscene, her pussy so wet that her juices were running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor.

"YES! USE ME!" Hannah screamed, abandoning all restraint. "FUCK YOUR LITTLE SLUT! POUND MY TIGHT CUNT WITH THAT HUGE COCK! RUIN ME FOR ANYONE ELSE!"

Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. She screamed Harry's name until her voice grew hoarse, her pussy gushing around his cock, squirting her juices all over his pelvis and thighs in a torrent of pleasure.

"HARRY! MERLIN, HARRY! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! YOUR COCK IS TOO GOOD! IT'S RUINING ME! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUUUUCK!"

And this time, Harry couldn't hold back. The sensation of Hannah's pussy milking his cock, combined with her filthy words and desperate screams, pushed him over the edge. With a roar that rivalled Hannah's screams, he buried himself as deep as he could go and came.

"Take it all!" Harry grunted, his hips jerking with each spurt. "Take every last drop of my cum, you gorgeous little slut! Let me fill this tight cunt until you're overflowing!"

Rope after rope of thick, hot cum flooded Hannah's pussy. Harry came harder than he had all morning, his cock pulsing endlessly as he pumped her full of his seed. Hannah moaned weakly, her body going limp as Harry filled her. She could feel his hot cum coating her walls, so much of it that it began to leak out around his cock despite how tightly she gripped him.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting heavily, Harry's softening cock still buried inside Hannah's cum-filled pussy. And then, slowly, Harry pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum immediately began to leak from her well-fucked hole. Thick white streams dripped down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her.

Hannah collapsed forward onto the counter, her legs trembling too much to support her weight. Her arse was still raised slightly, her pussy on full display, gaping slightly and dripping with his seed.

"Worth the wait?" Harry asked, helping her stand on shaky legs.

Hannah turned in his arms, pulling him down for a soft, sweet kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes were bright with satisfaction and affection, a tenderness there that made his chest tighten.

"Worth everything," she murmured against his lips. "Though I think the whole cabin definitely heard us."

As if to confirm her words, they heard giggles and whispers from the hallway. Harry laughed, holding her close, not caring in the slightest who had heard them.

"Let them know you're mine now," he said possessively.

"Possessive," Hannah teased, but her eyes were soft with emotion. "I like it. Though I hope you know what you've started. Now that I've had your cock, I'm going to want it all the time."

"Good," Harry said, kissing her again as he felt himself already beginning to harden against her stomach. "Because I plan on making up for all that lost time!"

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.