Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 28

Harry drank in the sights and sounds of London at night, watching through the large windows of his bedroom in Grimmauld Place. It was early in the morning, only a few minutes after 3, and he had only been asleep for only an hour before waking up again.

He stood naked as he looked out the window, admiring the city nightlife, his bed laying right behind him with a beautiful woman most men would kill to be with covered in his seed. The French blonde snoozed quietly, a content expression on her features that could only be achieved via a thorough pounding.

He had fucked Fleur to exhaustion once again, leaving her sweaty and soaked in his seed before letting her drift off to sleep. Their coupling had been enjoyable, in fact, it always was enjoyable, but for some reason it was never enough. And for Harry, he didn’t know when he would ever be fully satisfied.

He could tell every night was a struggle for Fleur, a battle to satisfy his needs that left her ragged and exhausted by the end. But it was a battle Fleur would never win by herself. His manhood was simply too powerful to be satiated by one witch, his balls too full and bloated to only be used on a singular hole.

And while Fleur was a Veela, meaning she was a powerhouse in bed, she still couldn’t match the benefits of him taking 2 or 3 witches in a single day. Back at Hogwarts, Harry had the Carrows, both Greengrasses, Pansy, along Susan and Hannah to satisfy his needs. That wasn’t to mention the MILFs, Narcissa Malfoy and Aspasia Greengrass who were skilled in their own right.

When he was done fucking one girl, he could always move on to the next. And if the girls at Hogwarts weren’t enough, he could then go out of his way to call in Narcissa or Daphne’s mum if need be. Yet now he was locked inside Grimmauld Place, the Order ensuring he wouldn’t escape, with only Fleur Delacour to use for relief.

He needed more.

Seducing more girls into his coven was becoming the obvious answer as the days went by. Fleur’s limp worsened and only became more noticeable as she took his cock night after night. That wasn’t to mention her own tiredness, as his Veela lover had to resort to potions to try and stay coherent the next day.

Even if he hadn’t been fully open to Fleur’s plan initially, it was becoming clear that seducing Hermione was the answer to his problem. He simply couldn’t wait another few weeks while trapped in Grimmauld Place without adequate release, and that meant he had to do both Fleur’s ritual, as well as take another witch into his coven.

Can I really do something like that to Ron? The thought of taking his best mate’s girl made Harry feel a twisted sensation, one that embraced his darkest aspects. And yet that was overpowered by the idea of impaling Hermione upon his cock.

He wanted to be with Hermione, to kiss the brunette witch who had been his best friend for so many years. And more than that, he wanted to see her lips wrapped around his thick shaft, to see her bushy brown hair get matted and sweaty while mascara stained her face. He wanted to ruin her, to mark her skin, and to make her his.

His cock slowly hardened as he stood there, contemplating his next moves and what his future conquests would entail. If someone was to walk into his room now they would see him standing tall and naked as the day he was born, with a massive protruding pole of flesh standing erect at his crotch.

“Fuck.” Harry groaned through grit teeth as he rubbed his shaft, imagining it was Hermione who was jerking him off. She wasn’t the prettiest witch, especially compared to the likes of Fleur and the Greengrasses, but he still desired her.

“Mon amour?” He heard Fleur call out to him then, her voice sleepy. Harry turned around to see her awake and staring at his hard cock, and he realized that she must have been awakened by sensing his lust. Veela really are something else. “Are you not… satisfied, ‘Arry?”

His Veela lover looked ashamed that he was still hard and full of lust, no doubt caused by her instincts that demanded she satisfy him. And yet she hadn’t been able to fully satiate his lust, something they both knew and that there was no point lying about. It was what led to him being up in the middle of the night with an erection after all. “No.”

He could tell his answer hurt her, even if she tried not to show it. Fleur pulled her legs in, wrapping her arms around them. “You need someone else to help satisfy you, mon amour. Your beeg cock is simply too much for moi to handle alone.”

His gut twisted, knowing she was right. “You were right about Hermione.”

“Ah, so you do want to be with her?” Fleur smirked. “Ze brunette is practically begging for you, and it should be no problem for you to take her now.”

He knew what Fleur was talking about, and that Hermione was trying to get closer to him as of late. While his best friend wasn’t the sexy and seductive type, he couldn’t help but notice her trying to get attention in ways she hadn’t tried before before.

Her outfits were more revealing, for Hermione standards at least, and she always tried to sit close to him during meals and when they studied in the library. It was like something had changed since the holidays began, as the brunette began showing a strange interest in him.

Maybe it was that interaction we had before break? He remembered back to when he had taken the Carrows, and how his lust had become uncontrollable right after. Hermione had seen him then, felt his erection in the common room, and they had never talked about it since.

Maybe Fleur has something to do with it? While he had yet to see anything specific, he got the impression that his Veela lover was doing something to the brunette out of sight. Or maybe it’s just our loud lovemaking? The two of them had hardly been discreet in their passions.

“Maybe I should try and talk with her?” He pondered. “Tell her about the coven and our plan, and see if she’ll go along with it first?”

Fleur’s eyes flashed. “Non. You should just go in her room and simply take her, mon amour. Once she sees zis magnifique cock of yours, ze girl will hardly be able to resist.”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea.” He replied dryly, not wanting to entertain such extreme methods. “Maybe something less likely to end with me getting cursed?”

She frowned, looking deep in thought before she responded. “I know. Tell her about your conquests.”

“What?”

“Tell her about ze girls you’ve taken, about how you turned them in your whores.” Fleur spoke as if talking about the weather. “Tell her about zat Greengrass girl, and how you’ve fucked her and her seester and muzzer. Zen talk about ze twins you’ve taken as well.”

“Why would she want to hear about that? She’d just think I’m a freak.”

“Girls love to hear about sex from ze dominant male’s point of view.” Fleur lectured. “Hermione is one of them, a bushy-haired irritant zat is just begging to get dicked down. She may act all high and mighty, clearly having a supériorité complex, but at ze end of ze day she will fall as all ze other bitches do; begging for ‘Arry Potter’s cock.”

He hummed then, a sudden idea coming to mind that would be perfect for someone like Hermione. He had a problem that needed solving after all, and she would be the one to do it.

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Her white dress shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons too many at the top, her cleavage visible more than should be appropriate, but that was what she wanted. She made sure to lean forward over her textbook to ensure the boy she was with saw her dangling breasts, an act that was almost unthinkable for her to do a few weeks ago.

But Hermione was getting desperate, especially when she had to compete with a French Veela of all people for Harry’s attention. Her days were often spent standing in front of a mirror fixing her makeup while deciding what outfit would get Harry’s attention the most. After that came her many failed attempts at seduction, something Hermione would sadly admit she was terrible at.

She regretted not paying attention to Parvati and Lavender’s gossip sessions more in the past, as beyond sitting next to Harry at meals, and ‘accidentally’ touching him from time to time, she was horrible at attracting the male gaze.

And so she had been most surprised when he asked her to study with him, alone, and mentioned a problem that he needed help with. That gave her the perfect opportunity to get Harry’s attention all to herself, and possibly even to get him interested in her.

Luckily, he ploy worked, as she felt his eyes glancing over at her cleavage. Hermione couldn’t help but feel a bit of glee at that, and it was as he got distracted by something else that she propped her hand under her chin and spoke. “Harry, what was that problem you mentioned needing help with?”

“Oh, that.” Harry grimaced as if experiencing something painful. “It’s something that started when I left Hogwarts and came here. Usually I have people close to me that I trust who can help, but here? Not so much.”

“People close to you?” Hermione echoed the words. “Can’t Fleur help you with your problem then? You and her seem… close.”

She bit down on that irrational feeling of jealousy that reared its head, irritated that Fleur might be helping Harry with something Hermione could not. That said, she had to wonder if Harry hadn’t actually shared whatever problem he had with Fleur, and actually trusted Hermione more than her to help.

“Fleur, is… She isn’t enough for me.” Harry settled on saying.

“Isn’t enough?” Hermione bit her lip unconsciously, feeling her heart rate skyrocket.

Harry nodded. “Back at Hogwarts it was more manageable, having other girls to help deal with my… problem. But here it’s just Fleur.”

“I… I see.” She replied carefully, desperately trying to clamp down on the lewd part of her mind that kept twisting Harry’s words. The way he was wording it sounded almost sexual in nature, and it made her mind wander.

Her best friend was a philanderer. She knew that much, having seen him with all sorts of other girls. Back at Hogwarts he had Greengrass and Bones, and that wasn’t to mention Narcissa Malfoy and the others she probably didn’t know about. Yet the closest he had was Fleur at Grimmauld Place.

He leaned in close then, so much so that her face stared to warm up from their proximity. “Can I trust you, Hermione? Will you be able to able to help me, even if it’s something… depraved?”

Depraved? She shivered as her heart pounded in her ears. “Y-Yes.”

Harry’s chair moved back as he undid his trousers, making her eyes widen before her mouth went agape as he pushed them down. She gasped loudly when his cock sprung upwards, longer and thicker than she could’ve possibly imagined, and already hard. It’s so much bigger than I thought it was… That must be so painful for him!

“This is what I need your help with, Hermione.” Harry’s voice sent shivers up her spine. “Fleur isn’t enough, and I need you solve this problem.”

She was frozen, her eyes locked onto the humongous shaft of her best friend while her body refused to move. She understood the situation she was suddenly in, something she had dreamed and fantasized about for so long, and yet it was like her mind had short-circuited when it finally happened.

You want this, Hermione. A deep, dark, and depraved part of her mind whispered, knowing she had pleasured herself in bed every night thinking of this exact scenario. Just think, Ron could never compare to him.

“Am I bigger than Ron?”

“W-What?” She stuttered out, guessing she had misheard him. Did he just read my mind?

“Am I bigger than Ron?” Harry repeated, a dark glint appearing in his gaze.

“H-Harry, you can’t just ask something like t-that!” She tried to scold him, but her uneven tone failed to get her words across.

He ran his hand up and down his meaty shaft then, making a schlck noise as its skin tightened around his thickness. The movement took the wind out of her sails, enthralling her as she couldn’t help but stare mesmerized at his massive cock.

“Do you know why I’m so hard, Hermione?” His gaze went from his mighty shaft to her in that moment, pinning her in place with its intensity. “It’s because of you.”

“B-Because of me?” She breathed.

“You did this to me.” Harry stated, all while griping his penis like a beater’s bat. “And now it’s your job to undo it.”

Hermione understood what she needed to do.

She reached out and took it in hand slowly, as if it would bite her, or in this case, defile her innocence. And that was essentially what Hermione Granger was doing, preparing to jack off the shaft of her best friend. There would be no turning back from this, and certainly no way that her and Ron’s relationship would ever be repaired.

Harry’s cock was steaming to the touch, so much so that it nearly startled her, and Hermione nearly let out a yelp when his cock jerked in her grip. Her fingers didn’t come close to fully encircling it, and she silently dreaded the thought of trying to take him in her mouth. Yet at the same time, she had heard Fleur Delacour slobber and gag on what could only be Harry’s shaft, and Hermione did not want to fall short of his expectations.

She moved her hand—both hands—slowly up and down at first, cautiously studying the intimidating manhood as if to make sure she wasn’t provoking it, before gradually increasing speed. Soon her hands were a blur, moving up and down quickly as his cock grew painfully hard in her grasp.

“Fuck, Hermione.” Harry groaned in relief, and she felt a shiver of pleasure run up her spine. It wasn’t so much the act that was pleasureful, but rather that it was Harry who she was pleasuring.

She realized in that moment that she wanted him to come undone, to release his heavy load, and that she wanted to be the one to help him do it.

Thick precum poured from the tip of his shaft, running down the sides like a waterfall, coating her hands and making the job messy. That said, the substance certainly made her actions easier, adding a layer of lubricant that made her hands pump even faster.

SCHLK SCHLK SCHLK

The noise was obscene, and Hermione felt her core get more wet the longer it went on. Now it was time for her to be the one in the throes of pleasure, all from the action of giving Harry Potter a handjob. What would the other girls think of me for doing this?

She could imagine her dorm mates back in Gryffindor, and the varying degrees of disgust or excitement they would feel if this was to get out.

“Good job, Hermione!” Lavender would say. “I knew you always had it in you!”

“I can’t believe you did this.” Ginny would glare at her. “You took my crush away from me, and betrayed my brother!”

“H-Harry…” Hermione murmured, her chest heaving with arousal from the whole situation.

“I’m going to cum.” Harry grit out harshly, doing so in a guttural tone that she had never heard before. That was when he grabbed his cock and pulled out from her grasp, before pointing it at her. “Take it, whore.”

Hermione barely had a moment to process what was happening before his cock twitched and expanded in size, before unloading its massive load onto her. Once again, her mind seemed to go blank, or in that case, white.

He hosed her down with his seed, load after load raining down on her body. Thick white seed got in her hair, then landed on her face, before covering her all the way down to her breasts. It was obscene, it was disgusting, and it was disgraceful. Yet Hermione loved it.

Her core leaked like never before, her juices running down her thighs. She had been marked and humiliated by her best friend, covered in his seed as if she was his property. His newfound dominance had completely overpowered her, and Hermione found herself helpless to resist him.

Harry ran a hand through her hair. “You’re my bitch now.”

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18