Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 22

His eyes slowly opened as he awakened in the dusty broom cupboard, a lighting charm making the room bright enough to see.

The last thing he remembered was the overwhelming sensation of magic flowing through his body before he passed out. In fact, his body was still throbbing with power while his head pounded in agony.

“How long was I out?” The words groggily left his mouth, all while he desperately tried to recompose himself.

“Not long.” Flora answered, sitting directly across from him while her sister sat adjacent to him against the wall. “We were worried when you passed out, but all the diagnostic charms we tried said you were fine. Once we were sure nothing was wrong, we used the time to sleep too.”

“You say that like you didn’t pass out as well, sister.” Hestia smirked deviously from the side. “Harry exhausted you.”

“More like he exhausted both of us.” Flora folded her arms, yet he spotted the embarrassed blush on her face. “I don’t know how anyone has that kind of power, he practically fucked you like some sort of toy before picking me up and having his way with me.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it!” Hestia grinned as she stood up, before turning around to show him her naked bum. “Look, we even have a way to tell each other apart now!”

On the inside of her arse cheek was the mark of his coven, a lightning bolt that pulsed green with power. Alternately, Flora spun around to show off the same mark on her own arse, yet on the opposite cheek of her bum than her sister’s. At least they’re proud to have joined my coven.

Harry snorted in amusement, trying to play off the scene casually when really he could feel his body reacting. His cock was beginning to stir once again, the twins increasing his lust with their teasing.

“What happened with Umbridge?” He tried to steer the conversation away from sexual topics.

“She gave up on looking for you a half hour ago.” Hestia answered. “The Inquisitor Squad didn’t find anyone, meaning everyone got away unseen. Umbridge was barking mad because of it, and Hannah looked so upset by the whole thing that I nearly felt sorry for her.”

“Don’t.” Flora cut in. “She chose her path.”

“Indeed she did.” Harry said darkly, making the twins unconsciously shiver as he stood. “I guess we better get back to our common rooms then.”

The reminder of Hannah’s betrayal still stung, along with the surprise of how unexpected it was. The girl was supposedly a Hufflepuff, loyal to a fault, and yet she still cracked and joined Umbridge after the woman put minimal effort in manipulating her.

“Wait, Harry.” Flora stopped him before he could exit the broom cupboard, looking at him with worry. “Are you sure you’re alright? After you brought us into your coven, you…”

“I’m fine.” He said quickly.

In truth he was anything but fine, yet Harry knew he could hardly visit the hospital wing for such problems. His cock begged for release while his magic pushed uncomfortably against his skin, all while dark and depraved thoughts whispered in the back of his mind.

He knew that he had hit some kind of barrier, the power of his coven being pushed to its limit as he reached the first true obstacle in the obscure branch of magic he followed. It made him wonder if this truly was the limit of his coven, and that he would now be blocked from recruiting more members and becoming any more powerful.

It’s something to worry about later. He pushed those thoughts off for the future, refusing to accept he had reached his limit.

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The portraits lining the grand staircase were asleep so late in the evening, allowing him and the Carrow twins to slip through unnoticed as they headed to their respective common rooms.

Harry soon slipped past the Fat Lady portrait, entering the dormant Gryffindor common room. He could hear voices from around the corner after he entered, and paused just shy of the fireplace where he listened to Ron and Hermione arguing.

“I’m telling you, Hermione, nobody has seen him since the meeting ended.” He heard the irritation lining Ron’s voice as he spoke to Hermione.

“Are you sure you asked everyone?” She asked tersely, using the condescending tone that often got on people’s nerves.

“I asked Neville and Dean, neither saw him after the meeting.” Ron stated. “Our best bet would be to ask Susan, or even Greengrass, but we can hardly do that, can we?”

That’s a bit harsh, Ron. It looked like the two had been arguing over his whereabouts for some time, and were likely about to have a row unless he stepped in. That was when he stepped around the corner, entering the dormant Gryffindor common room and revealing himself to its two occupants.

“Harry!” Hermione was the first to notice him, getting to her feet and rushing over. “Where have you been?”

“She was worried that Umbridge caught you, mate.” Ron said.

“I’m fine.” He waved their worries off. “I got close to Umbridge and the Inquisitor Squad, and had to hide in a broom cupboard for a while to avoid them.”

“So they didn’t see you?” Ron asked, to which he shook his head no. “That’s a relief. It would’ve been trouble if she caught you, mate.”

“Yes, it would’ve.” Hermione nodded along, yet she eyed him suspiciously as if he wasn’t telling them the whole story.

Umbridge did mention Hannah and Hermione working together. He tried not to let his suspicions show openly, continuing to pretend as if nothing was wrong as he interacted with Ron and Hermione.

“Good, it seems that Miss Granger was right about you.” Umbridge said to Hannah.

“Hermione said something about me?” Hannah sounded surprised.

“Indeed.” He could just hear the smugness in Umbridge’s voice. “She mentioned your concerns about Mr. Potter earlier, when the two of us just so happened to have a nice chat in my office.”

The three of them were the only ones left in the Gryffindor common room, the sun having long since set with nothing but darkness visible through the tower windows. Everyone was asleep at such a late hour, meaning it was just the three of them alone.

Ron yawned. “Anyways, I think I’ll be heading to bed.”

“Me too.” Hermione agreed with a grimace. “I don’t think I’ve stayed up this late in a while.”

Ron left first, ascending the steps to the boys dorm while Hermione soon reached the base of the stairs which led to the girls dorm. Harry looked around, making sure nobody was around along with no awake portraits to see them.

“Hermione.” He called out, making her stop at the base of the steps.

“What is it, Harry?” She stopped and made to turn around, but that was when he struck.

His hand wrapped around her neck, restraining her against his own body. He dragged her into a nearby alcove, out of sight from where anyone could see them. She was frozen stiff against him, likely never expecting him to pull such a move and was in a state of semi-shock because of it.

“H-Harry, you’re hurting me.” She didn’t scream, yet sounded unnerved by his behavior.

His nose unintentionally pressed against her hair, inhaling her scent. His cock twitched in his trousers, coming alive to press against her skirt-clad bum.

Hermione gasped at the movement. “H-Harry!”

“Umbridge mentioned you.” His voice was deep and gravelly, sending jolts of alarm through her. “She said you had some concerns about me, and what you told Umbridge led her to work with Hannah to find the DA. Did you tell her anything?”

“N-No! I mean… I don’t know!”

“You don’t know?” He frowned.

“I know that I met with Umbridge before the school closed. The problem is that I don’t remember doing so.” Hermione scowled in frustration. “I remember receiving detention, heading there… and then waking up the next day and getting on the train. It wasn’t until Ron mentioned anything that I even knew that I attended detention with Umbridge!”

He deduced immediately what had happened, as he recalled memories from all the way back in second year. “You’ve been obliviated, just like Lockheart used to do to people.”

“What?! But how?” She gasped suddenly as if reaching a dark realization. “S-She’s a Professor! How could she even do such a thing!”

“I think Professor is a loose term to describe Umbridge.” He spoke bitterly. “That woman is Fudge’s agent, sent here with the goal of making my life a living hell. Think about it, if you accuse her of using a memory charm on you she’ll just deny it. The woman has the Ministry backing her up, and even if she admits it then she’ll will just say it was within her power as High Inquisitor.”

Hermione sagged in defeat at his words, merely nodding to acknowledge the hard truth of it all. It was then he realized that he was still holding her tight against his body, and that he was uncomfortably close to the brunette girl he considered one of his best friends.

Harry couldn’t help but notice she had filled out in the years he had known her, her breasts growing heavy while her bum became nice and thick. She lacked the model-like proportions of women he typically laid with, and could probably lose a couple pounds, yet he considered Hermione a beautiful woman nonetheless. Ron is lucky to be with her.

“H-Harry, y-your…” She stammered, her face red as she looked down while biting her lip.

Harry followed her gaze, and realized what the problem was. His cock was fully erect, his pole extended where it was lodged between her skirt-clad bum.

Even worse, precum was flooding out of his cockhead in large amounts, staining his trousers and even getting Hermione’s skirt wet.

“B-Big, so big...” He heard Hermione mutter under her breath. “How can there be so much?”

Harry groaned, his limbo being so much higher than it once was after taking the Carrow twins. It made the situation increasingly worse, as he was unable to move nor restrain his lust.

Take her. Fuck her. A voice whispered in the back of his mind. Give her what Ron never could. Make her yours.

His hands tightened on her body possessively, his cock growing so hard that it began to hurt. He could hear each one of Hermione’s individual breaths, his nose picking up the stench of her weeping cunt, her body reacting to his powerful presence.

What would Ron say if he saw you? The old Harry begged for him to release her, while the dark part of his mind conjured images of him putting the bookworm on her knees.

No… I can’t do this to Hermione. He was clenching his jaw so hard that it nearly snapped, his arms loosening their hold on her till she was free.

Hermione stepped away from him in a daze, her eyes wide as she looked at him, before she turned and walked up the steps leading to the girls dorm.

Harry just stood there frozen, the worst part being that his cock was still harder than ever.

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Shaky hands pulled the curtains of her bed shut.

Breathe, Hermione, just breathe.

Her breaths came out as harsh pants, her pupils dilated in pleasure as her core ached. Her fingers dug under her skirt, bypassing her panties to find the overflowing wetness that was her sex. Her pussy was gushing like a waterfall, more wet than she ever could have imagined. And it was all because of him.

One finger touched her soaked pussy, and a jolt of pleasure zapped through her body. She nearly fell unconscious from such a simple touch, her body unable to deal with so much pleasure.

“Harry, Harry, H-Harry…” His name came out in soft pants.

She was thinking of her best male friend, someone who she wasn't even in a relationship with. If anything, she was fantasizing about cheating on Ron with his own best friend, someone she viewed more as a brother than of anything else.

Her wetness had stained her panties and skirt at that point, and was spreading to spill onto her sheets. Hermione didn’t stop however, her fingers increasing their tempo against her core.

She imagined Harry with his shirt off, his muscular form sculpted from years of Quidditch along with all the adventures he went on. Those powerful green eyes of his stared down at her, taking in her naked body as she laid before him.

A monument of masculine power stood erect between his legs, ready to defile her and stretch her core to its absolute limits. His cock was big. Bigger than she could have possibly imagined.

She had witnessed it when he fucked Narcissa Malfoy, and felt it just moments ago in the common room. There’s no way Ron can possibly compare.

“I’m going to fuck you, Hermione.” Harry’s voice was like a growl, so deep that it sent shivers down her spine.

He loomed over her, lining the head of his massive shaft up with her tiny pussy lips, the sight looking downright absurd. She knew that he was about to ruin her, and that she would never be able to feel Ron’s dick if they ever got back together.

“Please! Please Harry, this is wrong!” She begged.

“Is it really wrong? Or do you just not want to hurt Ron?”

“No… I just don’t want Ron to find out.” She admitted quietly, feeling ashamed.

Her boyfriend had always been jealous of Harry, and for him to find out Harry had taken her from him… and even fucked her… It would be too much for him to comprehend.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell Ron about this.” He assured her softly, his coarse hand brushing the side of her face as he comforted her. But that was before his tone took a sinister turn. “Instead, he’ll find out through your screams.”

That was when Harry grabbed her hips and slammed himself into her.

“GAAAH!” She squirted like a hose, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the fake scenario she had made up in her mind. “Oh! Oh Harry!”

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They met at a house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

The risk of using the same inn as before was too high, especially without the excuse of a Hogsmeade school weekend to use as cover. He showed up late in the evening, taking one of the secret passageways down from Hogwarts before traveling the rest of the way through the village under his invisibility cloak.

Harry nearly threw himself on top of her once he arrived, his body burning with lust ever since he took the Carrow twins. The gorgeous blonde woman tried to resist his dominance, even going as far as to put on a show to take him off guard. She would bounce on his cock while trying to wave her tits in his face to hypnotize him, only for him to grasp her skull and slam her down onto the bed.

What came next was hours worth of the roughest sex imaginable till the sun rose the very next day. He had rutted Draco’s Mother like a mad bull, ravaging her cunt with his massive cock and using her body till she couldn’t go on.

He would pull her hair before spanking her fat arse. Sometimes he would fuck her straight through his own orgasm without slowing down, while other times he would pull his cock out of her core before blowing his load all over her body.

It all happened while he listened to her beg, intermittently asking him either to stop or just to fuck her harder. It ended with the same result regardless, with Harry powerfucking Narcissa Malfoy through yet another orgasm as he relentlessly pursued his own release.

In the end she was soaked head to toe in sweat, her blonde hair a mess with her body splattered intermittently with his seed. He breathed in her scent like a man starved, every one of his senses seemingly in overdrive.

“I tried to resist, to stay loyal to my husband like I promised.” When it finally came to an end, Narcissa laid in his arms as they rested in bed, her body exhausted as she tried to comprehend the insane pounding he had given her. “What does that say of a woman like me? Morgana’s bloody tits, I gave that man a son, only to abandon him for you!”

His cock was still rock hard and massive, refusing to be satiated after so many hours of brutal lovemaking. It pressed against her fat bum and gaping pussy lips, all while both his and Narcissa’s juices poured out from her stuffed cunt.

Her words made him that much more excited, feeling arrogant at having taken the woman of one of his worst enemies. Harry hated the Malfoy family-almost as much as he hated Voldemort-and to see their matriarch reduced to his whore ignited a dark vengeful fire in him.

“I’ll give you a new son.” He reached around to grasp her heavy breasts, the sacks of flesh still red from their earlier passions. She didn’t reply, instead letting out soft breaths as she tried not to succumb to his lust. His control over the woman was nearly absolute, her willingness to do what he wanted having no limit, but Harry wanted to make sure. “Are you willing to do what I ask of you, Narcissa?”

She looked down at her desecrated, cum-stained, sweaty body, clearly as if to communicate how ridiculous such a question was. And yet she confirmed his words nonetheless. “Yes.”

“I want you to pass a message to the Death Eaters, but not directly to Voldemort.” He stated his intentions clearly. “Are you able to accomplish that?”