PATREON EXCLUSIVE: One Dark Deed Deserves Another

Summary: Harry Potter, the Man Who Won and Defeater of Dark Lords, finds himself in his 7th year as Head Boy. Hoping for a quiet year, the slayer of Voldemort is sorely disappointed when one night he happens upon the infamous Pansy Parkinson trying to sneak dangerous artifacts into the castle. Will the hero of the Wizarding World do the right thing and turn her in? Or will he begin to give in to his darker desires?

WARNING: This story contains dark themes and descriptions of rough sex with dubious consent. If this is not to your liking please scroll on.

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The castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry was quiet, almost eerily so. One would expect such a thing during the middle of the night, but not for such a magical place as Hogwarts. Paintings snoring and muttering quietly, ghosts floating too and fro droning about the days events, and even the occasional manic laughter of Peeves the Poltergeist would often echo down the stone halls. Yet Harry Potter heard none of these things as he patrolled the castle on this late September night.

It was like the castle itself still mourned. Mourned for those who were lost in the gruesome battle that scarred these very halls not 4 months prior.

Harry bit down the guilt he felt rising in his throat. He too still mourned, and though he healed physically, the mental pain still dwelled deep in him. Oh there had been celebrations and merry times after Voldemort was slain by his hand. The whole of Magical Britain celebrated and cheered as if there were not a mountain of dead still to be buried. He could not fault them, he supposed. Everyone had lost someone in the war and many wished to forget the loss and misery, and instead focus on the hope of the future.

He tried to be one of those people. Oh he desperately tried.

Yet a part of him still held on. Still held firm on the anguish and fear, for it was all he knew for so long. He supposed that was why he returned to the school for his 7th year. He certainly didn’t need too for job offers that’s for sure. They had flooded in along with the rest of the awards and invitations. From the auror’s, to research teams, to even the Wizengamot themselves, the invitations for work swarmed in. Ron had been quite amused at the offer from Playwitch magazine for a 6 issue cover spread. Hermione had been less so.

He turned them all down, one after the other caring not for the amount of galleons offered. Instead, he returned to the castle, Hermione and a kicking and screaming Ron in tow. He told them it was important they finished their schooling, a poor excuse but one they both believed. He didn’t intend to tell them the real reason.

That his misery had brought him here. That the thought of his former home mourning alone pained him worse than any survivors guilt he could feel. That Hogwarts was in pain and he knew a little about the subject himself. It’s why he accepted McGonagall’s offer of Head Boy. Who else would be the best at patrolling the grief stricken castle than the grief stricken boy who grew up there?

So he took up his duties, assuring his friends he could handle it and the intensive studies of the NEWTs. Not like he could sleep anyways.

Harry made his way down the dark hall on the 5th floor. A wandless lumos spell hanging in the air above him illuminating his way. The castle still remained quiet. It had taken much damage during the battle and due to the extent of it, some parts of the castle’s long prevailing magic faded. The staircases no longer moved without the help of a teacher and many portraits remained earthly still. Professor Flitwick had to create a guardian statue similar to that of the Headmistress’s gargoyle in order to open the Gryffindor dormitories as the Fat Lady moved no more.

It slightly unnerved the green eyed hero, the quiet of it all. He much preferred the deep silence to the sounds of spell fire and screams however.

Unfolding the battered Marauders Map, he scanned the floor quickly, looking for any wayward students. Back in their 5th year he had denied Hermione the use of the map for her own Prefect patrols, stating that it was created to avoid detentions, not help give them out. Yet now he could hardly find it in himself to care. He wouldn’t take any chances these days and would use all the tools in his disposal. Though he did leave his cloak behind. Wouldn’t do to catch sneaking students without a tiny bit of a challenge now would it?

On and on he went. Searching classrooms and cupboards. He caught a lone 3rd year Ravenclaw trying to sneak into the Library on the 4th floor, spouting excuses of overdue books. He sent the girl off with a few docked point and quick reprimand. He found a pair of Hufflepuffs 6th years secluded in a dark alcove on the 2nd, thankfully fully clothed. A few more docked points and a hint at a more secluded place the teachers didn’t check, and the pair were off to bed as well.

He walked further and further down the castle floors. His wand grasped firmly in his hand, though hidden in his sleeve. The echoes of Moody shouting constant vigilance following him along his route. Finally, he came to stop after checking the first floor and finding nothing. It had been a relatively normal night thus far and he had half a mind to skip the Dungeons all together, thinking one of the other Prefects must surely be down there. Besides the bags under his eyes felt heavier than usual and he did have a Charms quiz first thing in the morning.

Before he could turn back, however, a small itch in the back of his mind urged him his to double check. Cursing under his breath, Harry once more drew the Marauders Map from his robes and located the dungeons of the school. What he saw confused and concerned him.

Not a single Prefect down in the dungeons at all, despite himself having personally scheduled for two to

patrol the area until 1:00 a.m. Glancing at the dented watch gifted to him by Mrs. Weasley, he noted it was only half past midnight. Sighing, he assumed the pair had probably begged off early in favor of a bit more sleep.

He stalked down the entrance of the dungeon, annoyance fraying the edges of his mind. He’d make sure to have a word with the two come morning, but for now he had to finish their job. Glancing back down at the map his march was halted. He thought the map had said no one was down here outside the dormitories. Yet there, in an old potions storeroom stood the small blip of Pansy Parkinson.

‘What in Merlin’s name could she be doing?’, he thought, pondering all the possible reasons for Parkinson’s night time excursion. None of his theories ended positively, and so the messy haired wizard crept forward towards the offending blip, expunging his light source for some added stealth. After a few moments he arrived at the hallway of the storeroom. Quickly noticing the open door and warm lantern light leaking out from the entrance, Harry stepped back behind a stone arch. He could hear Pansy’s voice filter out from the doorway, yet was too far away to hear anything being said.

Forming a plan quickly, Harry tapped his wand against his head and shivered at the cold dripping egg feeling of the Disillusionment Charm. Flicking a quick silencing spell at his feet, he made his way slowly towards the storeroom.

”No, I already told you this shipment was too big to begin with! How the bloody hell am I supposed move another two by the end of the month? It’s still only fucking September for Merlin’s sake!”, the hushed voice of the girl filtered through.

Arriving at the door, Harry peered in. There pacing around the room was the sneaking Slytherin girl. Her words from earlier were being whispered into what appeared to be a small rune stone clasped within her hand. The girl’s face was set in her usual scowl, however, it seemed a bit more panicked this time. Behind the muttering witch, a large worn trunk sat opened on a table. Various curious looking items piled inside it, but what they were exactly, Harry couldn’t determine. Not without taking a closer look.

Deciding to first try and glean more information from the girl’s conversation, Harry listened on.

“Stop pretending like you’re the only one with anything to lose from this! Do you know what will happen if I’m caught with even one of these items?!?”

Harry raised his eyebrows at that. He couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but from Pansy’s arguing he could guess that whatever was in that trunk was bad news.

“No Draco, I’m not risking it. I told you I would handle this last shipment and that was it! Find someone else to sell the rest of this shit. Maybe you could convince that Greengrass bint between making her spread her legs for you. I know from experience that your romps with the little whore don’t last long at all so her schedule should be wide open!”, Pansy hissed, slamming the rune stone of the floor causing it to shatter.

Deciding he had heard enough as soon as Malfoy’s name had been uttered, Harry made his move.

With lightning fast speed his wand stabbed forward, firing a red stunner into the girls back. She crumpled to the floor instantly.

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Sometime later Pansy Parkinson blearily opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the pounding in her head. She tried to reach up to cradle her pain filled skull only to find her hands and feet bound and her body lying on the cold stone ground. She was still clothed in her school blouse and skirt yet panic still rose in her as she snapped her head up the search the room for her captor.

She didn’t have to search long for right in front of her, scanning his wand over her collection of illicit goods stood Gryffindor Golden Boy and Defeater of You-Know-Who, Harry Potter.

She struggled against her binds, trying to quickly escape but it was useless. The ropes that held her were magically reinforced. Probably conjured by the very teen in front of her. She sagged back into the chair with defeat, shooting a glare into the back of the Man Who Won’s head.

“Tsk, tsk, shame Parkinson. Smuggling dark artifacts into the castle breaks about 50 different school rules. I should know since I’ve broken most of em anyway.”

“Let me go Potter! You can’t just tie me up like some fucking wild animal! McGonagall will never stand for this.”, she screeched.

The teen simply chuckled at her cry of indignation. Instead her levitated another artifact wandlessly and rove his wand around it. “I don’t think any of the professors will give a damn what I do to you when they find out what you’ve brought into their school. I mean seriously Parkinson? Just with this little trinket here, you’d land yourself in Azkaban for five years. Daddy Parkinson too for that matter.”, he chimed off handily.

It was true and Pansy knew it. Many of the ex-Death Eaters had been immediately hauled to the wizarding prison after a short series of trials. Only a few had managed to stay free and even then only with serious concessions. Her father was one of the lucky ones, with only 90% of the family businesses and assets seized for reparations and a clear order to stay on the right side of the law for the rest of his days. A single toe out of line from him, or any of his direct family members, would see the disgraced Lord carted off to Azkaban and the Parkinson family stripped of what little they had left. And what Pansy had in that trunk was much more than a toe out of line, it was a cannonball straight into a long list of felonies.

“It’s not mine! Draco told me to sell them off for him. He- He threatened me! Coerced me to do it!” she retorted. Though it was a half-truth at best and they both knew it.

“Oh I know who these really belong to. Heard your little conversation with the ferret earlier. But we both know he didn’t threaten you with anything. Though it makes me wonder, you were always so quick to kiss Malfoy’s ass back in the day that I had assumed you’d try taking the full blame for this. Yet you surprise me now by trying to throw him under the bus. Why? What is Draco not fucking you properly anymore?”

The girls faced flushed red with anger and she bit out a retort before she could stop herself.

“Better than you were fucking Weasley apparently. Is that why she left you Potter? Cock wasn’t up to the task of actually pleasing a woman?”

Green eyes finally snapped to her. Alight with fury, they bore down upon her on the ground. She realized very quickly she had made a mistake, the man’s breakup with the female Weasley happening only a month prior. She was quickly reminded of who she was taunting. The man who had faced hoards of skilled Death Eaters and defeated them all. The man who had dueled with the most powerful dark lord to date and destroyed him once and for all. That man now stood above her, magic seeming to hiss and crackle around the powerful wizard. And suddenly he was gone, in his place was once more the skinny Harry Potter she was used to.

He chuckled at her expression before turning once more to observe the dark artifacts.

“Is it because he’s shagging someone else now? The ‘Greengrass bint’ as you so said earlier. Last I heard, Daphne loved tasting witches just as much as blokes do, so it can’t be her. So that just leaves Astoria. Well, I can’t blame Draco for that then. She is much prettier than you.”

She winced at the verbal jab but said nothing.

“Though I suppose that answers my question then. Malfoy shacked up with some other bird and left you out to dry. I’d blame him for everything too. But, if you’re so angry at him for warming another witch’s bed then why are you helping him sell this at all?”, he questioned, gesturing at the pile of cursed items. Turning back to her, his eyes bore deep into her soul once more, expecting an answer.

Pansy ducked her head with a mumble.

Sighing irritably, Harry flicked his wand at the girl causing the ropes to untie themselves and making her body levitate off the ground in front of him. She let out a surprised cry at the sudden spell. Crying out again when he grabbed her roughly by the chin. “Try again dear. Didn’t quite catch that.”, he said darkly.

Harry was hiding it well but he was pissed. If any of those artifacts had made it into the wrong hands, people could have seriously been hurt. This school had faced enough pain in the last year and didn’t need this twisted *bitch* causing any more.

“M-money!”, she finally cried, a few tears threatening to spill from her eyes. He let go of her face and took a step back waiting for her to continue.

“My family is broke now! Father doesn’t know if we’ll even be able to keep our family estate by year’s end after paying off all our debts. The Malfoy’s are still fucking swimming in gold, even after the ministry reparations. So when he offered me a hippogriffs weight in galleons to shove off a few of his father’s cursed objects I agreed okay?”

Harry just stared at the girl floating in front of him. He grimaced angrily. The audacity of her to bring these items into a school for a few coins outraged him. He dropped his spell uncaringly, causing the girl to fall to the ground in heap.

He turned quickly, the patronus charm on his lips ready to send a message to McGonagall, yet he stopped. Facing the girl again he stared down in contemplation. She had ended her message with Malfoy before he had struck, meaning that the blonde ponce had no clue Pansy had been caught.

Harry grit his teeth. He had vouched for the Malfoy’s at their trial, trying to repay the debt he owed Narcissa for lying to Voldemort. He had thought Draco had changed afterwards. Had seen the damage he helped cause and repented, but no. Days after the trial Harry had come across the ferret in Diagon Alley and it was back to the same taunts and schemes as before. Now he couldn’t care less what happened to the ponce. He even had the chance now to send him to Azkaban like he had first deserved, to hell what he owed Narcissa.

Yet a case full of dubious artifacts in the hands of Pansy Parkinson wouldn’t be enough. Malfoy could easily claim they weren’t his and while there would still be an investigation, it would give him enough time to get rid of any other dark objects in his possession. No they needed to catch Draco in the act and what better way than with the person he had first trusted with the illicit goods. Parkinson just had to agree.

Eyeing the girl in question, he made up his mind.

Seeing his stare and not knowing what it meant the witch spoke up, “W-what happens n-now?”

Snapping out his thoughts the hero answered, “Well that depends entirely on you Parkinson.” he stated flatly.

From Harry’s point of view it was quite simple. He would soon explain his plan and depending on what the girl decided, would go from there. Yet from Pansy’s point of view, his statement came out differently.

To her, it seemed like Potter was giving her a choice and in her mind’s eye she only had two options. Let Potter turn her in, causing her and her family to lose everything. Or ‘change his mind’. The latter of the two usually meant doing so on her back with her legs spread wide. She couldn’t allow her family to be ruined completely by her actions so it wasn’t really a choice to begin with.

Reaching up with her now unbound hands, the girl started to unbutton her white blouse. Harry’s eyes bulged in shock and confusion. “What the bloody hell are you doing Parkinson?”

“Don’t you want to a peak Potter? I could give you that and so much more. I’ll take care of that cock better than Weasley ever could.”, she said huskily, yet the trembling of her hands spoke her true feelings.

“Parkinson stop. I didn’t mean-“

Harry was cut off by Pansy removing the last button and shucking off her top. Her large breasts heaved with every breath she took and caused them to jiggle slightly in their bra clad prison. Before he could regain his words, the buxom brunette quickly reached up behind her and unlatched her bra as well. The offending material fell down her arms and her tear shaped tits bounced free. His eyes tracked their movement, gaze searing the sight into his mind. The fleshy mounds drooped slightly under their own weight yet still remained mostly firm. Each was capped off with small budded nipples atop large pink areola.

“Bet Weasley’s can’t stack up to a set like these.” she said, emphasizing her pronounced chest even more with a squeeze of her arms.

He could stop her right now. He could tell her to put her clothes back on and explain what he actually meant. Yet something stopped him. Some dark place in the back of his mind whispered to let her keep going. To use her as a tool for his pleasure. To fuck her into submission. He tried to ignore the voice but it proved persistent and soon it was hard for him to differentiate between the voices whisper and his own thoughts. Maybe there was never a difference to begin with? After all why shouldn’t he? She was offering up her body like some cheap slut anyway, so what did it matter if he treated her like one? He deserved to have some fun. After the war his life still held onto all the pain and misery while everyone else moved on. Ginny had left him because he couldn’t move on. Because he wanted to go back to this damned castle to sulk while she wanted to move on with her life, to play quidditch and leave the dead where they lie. He was tired of it. He was tired of the pain, of the grief, of the **anger**. So with an outlet ready to take it anyway, why shouldn’t he accept? His mind was made up then. He wanted to break her.

“You think flashing a pair of tits is gonna be enough? You are pathetic. I should just call for McGonagall now cause this will clearly be a waste of my time.”, he scoffed.

The topless girl scowled, all previous apprehension forgotten. Instead it was replaced by anger at his verbal barb. Growling the girl stood, stalking towards the dark haired teen before dropping back to the ground on her knees in front of him. Hastily she grabbed his belt, yanking the leather object off.

“You call me pathetic Potter? Rich considering we’ll see just how small and pathetic you are. I bet you won’t even last a few seconds with me touching your little dick. If I can even find it-“

She was cut off abruptly as she pulled his pants and boxers down in one sweep and something large slapped her in the face. Staring in wonderment she took in the sight of his thick meaty cock. She had never seen anything like it. Draco wasn’t even half Potter’s size and the bloody thing was still growing! Her wonderment ceased at a dark chuckle.

“You were saying Parkinson?”, Harry leered down with a smirk.

Pansy huffed under her breath. ‘He’s got a big cock, whatever. He’ll still probably cum just from a single touch’ the girl thought, yet something told her that wouldn’t be the case.

Tentatively the witch reached up with one hand and grabbed hold of the lengthy member. She inspected it with a hint of wonder, eyeing the engorged head and purple veins running down the length. Giving it a few test strokes, she watched in rapt attention at the way the taut skin rippled from her caresses.

“Merlin Parkinson, if you keep at it like that we’ll both have died of old age before I cum!” Harry exclaimed with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest.

The girls eyes narrowed, quickly getting fed up with all the barbs and taunts that the war hero was sending her way. She couldn’t wait to have him under her control, whimpering at her every touch and begging to be allowed to cum. She shivered at the thought, her panties growing moist at the idea of dominating the boy who lived into a submissive slave.

Before she could remind herself that this was just to get the bloke off and not at all something she should enjoy, Pansy leaned forward and wrapped her pouty lips around the tip of his cock. Swirling her tongue around the girth, she bobbed her head slightly, teasingly taking in more of the dick, millimeters at a time. She used her free hand to caress the bloated balls underneath, switching between squeezing and caressing them. The silence of the boy threw her off. She knew she was quite skilled at the art of blowjobs, Draco used to have her perform them on the Slytherin Prefects in order to make them turn a blind eye to his more dubious activities. Not one had ever managed to remain completely unresponsive to the smallest of her ministrations. Yet here was Potter, seemingly uncaring as if there wasn’t a sexy witch currently sucking his cock.

Deciding it was time to up the ante, Pansy closed her eyes and braced herself before sinking further down his length. It felt like eternity as inch by inch of his massive meat slid into her mouth before suddenly his tip hit the back of her throat. She fought down the urge to gag, having enough practice over the years to control her spasming throat. Opening her hers and ignoring the rest of his length she hadn’t been able to swallow, she started bobbing her head back and forth viciously. Her tongue wriggled wildly upon the underside of his cock, making sure to sweep along the sensitive glans located on his base. Drool dripped down the corners of her mouth from the intensity of her movements, splashing upon her swinging breasts. He still had yet to even make a single noise, simply staring down at her with a blank expression. Desperately, the girl brought her other hand up, the one not fondling his balls, to wrap around the remaining few inches near his base and pump it in time with her sucks.

‘WHY. WON’T. HE. MAKE. A. FUCKING. SOUND!’ she screamed internally. The logical side of her brain told her to slow down, that she could only take so much, yet the louder part, the one filled with rage and more than a little lust quieted it. Throwing caution to the wind, she grabbed onto his thighs for support before slamming herself upon the rest of his cock. The large member forced itself down her throat, way farther than any other had before. Her mind blanked at the feeling before she felt the absence of air. Her throat spasmed wildly in panic causing the girl to shoot off the dick. Her chest heaved, breathing in gulps of air in between coughs.

A dark chuckle drew her eyes back to the obstructive dicks owner. “Now that actually felt a little good.” he said with a wicked smirk.

Harry was intrigued. He had never experienced a blowjob like that before, even Ginny wasn’t that good and she was an oral freak. In truth, Pansy’s mouth felt incredible and her skills made it even more pleasurable, but he wouldn’t let her know that. He wanted to see how far she would truly go and he had more than enough willpower to stop any noises of appreciation from leaving his mouth. Though when she forced herself down upon his cock it surprised him. Both at her tenacity and how much he loved it. Seeing the sight of her eyes widening, feeling the contractions of her throat around him, and hearing her gasps for breath after swallowing him fully drove him mad. He wanted more.

“Tell you what, I’ll make it easier for you. You just kneel there with your mouth wide open like a good little whore and I’ll take care of all the rest.”

“Fuck that Potter, I am not doing that again. That fucking thing is way too big.” Pansy retorted, still trying to catch her breath. Harry smirk at the girls words before responding.

“I wasn’t asking Parkinson’s.” He growled out, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her close till his cock rested atop her face. “Now I said. Open. Wide.”

The girl did so after a few second of reluctance, taking the head of his girth back within her pouty lips.

“Good girl.” Harry said with a smirk. Without warning he grabbed two fistfuls of her brown hair before slamming himself back deep within her throat. The girls eyes widened at the intrusion once more. Her hands flying up to his thighs, trying to push herself off. Yet Harry held firm, keeping her in place for a few seconds longer before pulling back out. The girl pulled in a sharp breath through her nose yet he didn’t plan to give her long to recuperate. He plunged back into her mouth until her nose hit his base once more. Pulling out again he repeated this process over and over, fucking the girls face viciously. He would only give her a few moments each time to draw in breath before stuffing her throat once more with his cock. Before long tears streamed down the girls face causing her mascara to bleed. Spit and drool poured down her breasts. On and on it went, using her mouth for his pleasure, pumping in and out with more and more speed. His balls slapped against her chin with each thrust. Sharp squelchy sounds echoed from the girls mouth, her throat constricting with each forced intrusion resulting in a loud *gak* sound.

It wasn’t long before Harry could feel the pressure building up in his member. The torrent of pleasure given to him by the girls tight throat felt heavenly and even with his massive resolve he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Picking up the pace, he hammered his cock into her mouth with even more ferocity, not even trying to hold back. It wasn’t long before he finally erupted, slamming himself all the way down her abused throat with a loud grown. He released his load deep into her, torrents of his cum splashing directly into the girls stomach, holding her there while basking in the pleasure. He pulled out slowly, still releasing small strings of his seed onto her tongue, before finally releasing the girl entirely once he was fully spent.

The girl fell to the floor limply. Coughs wracked her body while her lungs burned for air. A small puddle of spit and cum formed on the floor below her. Something stirred within the hero at the sight of the witch on the ground before him. Mascara was scarred down her face from the tears and small droplets of cum still hung on the corners of her mouth. He could feel himself hardening once more at the sight and he smirked.

“That was truly fantastic dear, don’t you think? If that’s how your pretty little mouth feels, then I can’t wait to try your pussy.”, he rumbled out.

Pansy snapped her head back up towards him, her gaze landing on his once more inflated cock. Cursing under her breath she stood on shaky legs.

“Fuck, fine. Let’s just go find a bed and get this over with.”, she said, moving towards her discarded clothes. Bending over to pick them up, she didn’t expect the sudden introduction of the boys body pressed up against her ass, his impressive cock nestled between her still clothed cheeks.

“No no no, you misunderstand Parkinson. I’m not gonna bed you like a proper lady. I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are. Right here in this room.”, his voice whispered in her ear. She felt his hand reach down, cupping her warm mound and she had to fight the moan from escaping her lips. “I think you like that idea, judging by how wet your cunt already is. Tell me does it turn you on? The thought of me bending you over that filthy table and ramming my cock into you like some Knockturn Alley whore?”

Fuck it did. It really turned her on and she hated the fact that it did. She had thought her romps over the years with Draco were pleasurable, but looking back she couldn’t ever remember a time when she didn’t have to finish herself off with her wand after the boy had simply rutted on top of her for a few seconds. Now with a large cock pressed into her ass and the dark words of cock’s owner slithering into her ears, she found her pussy practically weeping in excitement.

Harry pulled on her hair sharply, exposing her porcelain neck to him. “I asked you a question slut.” he growled, bringing his mouth to the soft skin and sucking on it sharply.

“OH FUCK! Y-Yes! Yes it t-turns me o-on!”, she screamed. The pain from her hair mixed with the pleasure of his mouth on her neck drove her wild. She could feel her arousal leaking down her leg and smell the musky scent of her sex filling the room.

“Good”, the man muttered, before pushing her forward. She came to a stop in front of the table, still littered with the dark artifacts. Though with a sweep of his hand, the messy haired wizard cleared the table instantly, flinging the expensive treasures across the room uncaringly. He grabbed her by the neck roughly. Reaching up he seized one of her breasts with his other hand and gave it a hard squeeze. Another throaty moan echoed from the busty witch’s mouth from the treatment.

“I will admit, you do have rather lovely tits my dear. I’ll be sure to spend some time enjoying them thoroughly later.”

‘Later?’ the girl thought. Her mental questioning was interrupted quite quickly though, as her torso was forcefully pushed down onto the table. Her massive tits were squished under her and her skirt was pushed up her waist, exposing her shapely bum to the air. She felt the strong hands of the man slowly caress her soft globes for a few moments. Softly exploring her the creamy skin of her ass. She decided to be a bit brave and wiggled her hips from side to side enticingly. A sharp slap to her left cheek was her answer, the stinging pain doing nothing more but to soak her panties even more.

The green eyed man soon grew bored of caressing her bum it seems. Because in the next instant her wet knickers were yanked down her legs.

“Such a lovely pussy my dear. I take back my earlier words, Draco must truly be an idiot for giving this up.” the sultry voice of the man stated. Peeking back she saw him staring down at her womanhood, one hand still on her ass massaging the supple flesh.

“His loss and your gain. Now c’mon Potter, fuck a girl already.’ she whined out, her pussy aching with a need to be filled.

She didn’t have to wait long however, as soon she felt a large thick pole pushing past her lower lips. It was unlike anything else she’d felt before. His cock was stretching her to unbelievable lengths. Her inner walls flexing hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fuuuuucccccckkkk” she moaned out, stars appearing in her vision just from the first penetration. Soon enough he was hilted entirely inside of her, his tip pressing hard into her cervix. She had never felt so full before and it was driving her wild.

Harry simply chuckled at the girls exclamation. He gave a quick slap to her ass one last time earning another soft moan from the curvy witch. Grabbing both of her hips, he pulled back quickly before thrusting back into her. The girl screamed in pleasure, not expecting the sudden movement. He began to set his pace, fucking her with hard and deep thrusts. Her pussy was clinching around him, creating a vice like grip that just made him slam into her harder. It felt fantastic, her walls massaging his cock with every thrust, doing their best to milk every last drop of seed from him. The girls slutty moans kept stirring him on, pushing him to fuck her harder and harder every second. Her sweet cunt could barely keep up with the pace and it wasn’t long before she tensed under him.

“O-o-ohhhhh fuuuuccccckkkk!” She cried, pushing her chest off the table. Her sudden orgasm wracked her body, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. Juices gushed out of her pussy, coating the thrusting hero’s abdomen. He refused to relent though. Not stopping even after her body finished convulsing from the orgasm. He only started to fuck her harder, balls slapping hard against the girls clit. She howled and moaned her way through two more peaks after that, nails digging into the aged wood of the table beneath her.

She was in heaven, pure and joyful heaven. The pure ecstasy running through her nerves right now was unlike anything she’d felt. Somewhere in the back of her mind she made plans to have the man catch her in the act sometime in the near future so that she could experience this mind numbing pleasure again.

The man in question would certainly have no qualms about that. His own pleasure rising with each thrusts. With each orgasm the wild convulsions caused her pussy walls to tighten harder around him, bringing him closer and closer to his own peak. He hammered into the witch’s tight snatch with lightning speed. The slaps of the flesh hitting together mixed with the loud squelches and moans, creating a symphony of sex. He knew he should probably slow down a little and enjoy the feeling for longer but he didn’t care. His only thought to keep battering her abused pussy until he filled her with his seed. Another orgasm pulsed through the girl, her loud cries echoing off the stone walls once more. This proved to be too much from the wizard, as her tightened walls finally achieved their goal and pushed the teen to erupting deep inside the girls womb He groaned out throatily, burying himself as deep as he could. He cock pulsing again and again as jets of molten hot cum coated the girls inner walls. Even after the last drops of cum were milked out of him by her tight snatch, Harry stayed sheathed inside of her, savoring the feel of her hot core.

After a few moments the girl picked her head up off the table and looked back at him with a smirk.

“So, Potter. Same time next week?”

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Author’s Note

Hope you all enjoyed this little exclusive one-shot. There will be definitely more like this in the future so keep an eye out