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Moving Forward: Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2023-02-08 17:30:01 +0000 UTCWas it fate? Destiny? A written premonition of the days approaching?
Dumbledore had no idea, but what he was certain about was the existence of an otherworldly power that coalesced into seers all over the world and showed them glimpses of things to come. A higher being, toying with the lives of mere subjects such as them, slowly shaping events all according to its plan. And there always was a plan.
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to whose who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal… and he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches as the seventh month dies…'
Those words had haunted Albus Dumbledore for close to two decades now, and every action he had taken since then had been to bring this prophecy to fruition. He had hoped that the Fidelius cast by the Potters would work. Alas, a higher power had been at play. The unthinkable happened.
Harry Potter somehow managed to survive the Killing curse and came out of the ordeal with nothing but the Sowilo on his forehead.
Sowilo – the rune of success, victory, mastery, and above all, the seat of the soul.
The prophecy had been set in motion. Voldemort had marked the boy as his equal. However, they were not equal – not one bit. Voldemort was a behemoth of monstrous power, with his followers vying to answer his call at every opportune moment. On the other hand, Harry, although a remarkable young wizard, paled in comparison.
At least until this past year. Dumbledore had observed how the young man had come out of his shell and conquered challenges that most adult witches and wizards would fail at. But that had not been the end of it. What surprised and slightly concerned the venerable old wizard was the fact that the boy had come out of that maze a completely changed man.
Voldemort had returned, and Dumbledore predicted the fallout perfectly. He devised a hasty plan to distance himself from Harry. The boy didn't have the soul fragment inside him anymore, so he didn't need to hold back from fear of Voldemort extracting the information from his mind, but the close relationship he shared with Harry was bound to make him an even bigger target.
Dumbledore did not need to be honest with him, but he had chosen to. Although he justified his action to himself by saying that he needed to distance Harry from him, the truth was not so simple. His deliberate inaction wherever Harry was concerned had been taking its toll on his mind, and he needed to absolve himself of that burden somehow. If his confession served a dual purpose, then it was a no-brainer.
It also helped that Dumbledore had probed his mind to the extreme during his stay in the Hospital Wing and had been left stumped when he couldn't breach past the barriers that had seemingly sprung overnight.
Harry's reaction had been what he had expected. But it all played perfectly in the scheme he had cooked. Fudge had been livid with both of them, but word soon got out about the tension between him and Harry, and it seemed that Fudge had decided to target the bigger fish in the pond.
Harry had been ignored for the past week, and he had been subjected to every scathing article in the prophet or slander around the ministry.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore had hoped that Harry would realize what the future held for him, and he couldn't help feeling proud that Harry had started to prepare himself. Away from the vultures that would soon be circling them, he could now prepare in the shadows.
Severus had come in with his report from the recent meeting that Voldemort had called, and Dumbledore had been left with mixed feelings. Although it was a good thing that he was ignoring Harry as of now, it was worrying to think about the wizards who had somehow managed to leave Hogwarts during the school year and were now missing.
Contrary to what Voldemort believed, Dumbledore had a feeling that something else was afoot.
The ministry had been on his back ever since the reports had come out that the wizards had been missing, and with them being part of the pureblood elite, it came with extra baggage. The families had revealed that their heirs were dead, and the situation looked to be worsening.
With a reason like that and the fact that they had disappeared from Hogwarts grounds, Dumbledore had been expecting ministry intervention. He fully believed that the school would host a contingent of Aurors to patrol or extract evidence if possible.
Although it was something he could do without, he had already decided that he would not oppose such a directive.
His eyes once more fell on the floating figure of Sybil Trelawney. The woman had somehow decided the fate of the Wizarding World and she didn't even know it. A puppet of fate, she repeated the words once again and Dumbledore pulled away from the memory and banished the pensieve.
The reason he had been revisiting the memory of the prophecy was because of the change he had felt all those weeks ago. He didn't know what it was, but he was confident that something had changed. He had deliberated on the issue and pondered upon it for hours on end, only to come up short. However, he was certain that the change concerned Harry and this prophecy. And for the first time, Dumbledore wondered whether he was right in thinking that the power the Dark Lord knows not was love.
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Harry had been holed up in his room the entire afternoon, tinkering with the complex runic sequence. Nothing mattered more at the moment, and he had expressed as much to his three Harem members when they had come back after blowing off some steam in the dueling arena. They had been not happy, but he had simply smiled at their mocking yet irresistible pouts and sent them on their way to do something else while he worked on his project.
They had been understandably interested in what he was working on, and Harry had simply replied that it was something that had the potential to tip the scales of this war in their favor.
"Come on, at least give us something more!" Nym had complained, but Harry had only shaken his head with a smile.
"Soon. I'm expecting to be done with it in a day or two. Have some patience. You know you'll be the first people I'll be telling when I'm done."
His reply had not managed to mollify Nym, but Nat and Fleur had shown their understanding and had dragged the reluctant metamorph away.
That had been three hours ago, and Harry had been busy at work since then. One tricky overlapping rune was creating a problem for him, rendering the entire structure unstable. Harry knew he couldn't proceed without solving that small issue since it was the most volatile fragment.
The only reason he had been ready to even try this on his women was that everything was going to be under his control. The rune would fail if and only if he wanted it to fail. It would hurt them if and only if he wanted to hurt them. Everything it did would happen only by his will.
And therein lay the complication. Voldemort had given his mark a second layer of safety by combining his magic with his blood, and it acted as insurance for his control over the complicated piece of magic. Even if his blood was compromised, his magic would ensure someone could not misuse the mark to circumvent its purpose or somehow use it to cause problems for him.
Unless that certain someone knew everything about that accursed mark, of course.
Harry had that trump card with him. His blood ran through Voldemort's veins, which gave him the power to circumvent the silly insurance Voldemort had. With the knowledge of the intricacies involved in the workings of that mark, he could exert full control over it to cause considerable damage to the Death Eaters. Although not as much as he would have liked, he could easily deal a massive blow to Voldemort's inner circle which had been bestowed with that hideous mark.
It was not an issue of knowledge. Harry knew everything there was to know about the mark. It was the skill or his lack thereof. Voldemort was a master of rune work, and he had crafted his mark so intricately that an almost novice like himself could barely compare. Even if he had all the knowledge at his disposal, it was the application of it that he was facing a lot of problems with.
The entire structure had been replicated by him and modified with absolute perfection, but it was one minuscule detail that was giving him so much trouble.
Harry cursed softly when the runic structure disintegrated once again. That had been his forty-fifth attempt and the result remained the same. He simply didn't have the expertise to replicate that delicate sequence yet, which meant he couldn't proceed further unless he either developed said expertise or enlisted the help of someone who was a fair hand at runes.
He sighed. It seemed he would need to involve them earlier than he had previously planned. Clicking his tongue, he leaned back and stretched, groaning when he heard a few pops. Getting up from the chair, he walked over to the door.
A few knocks made him frown as he reached the door, and Harry pulled it open. His eyes widened when he saw who was there.
"Can I come in, mate?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, come on in," Harry stepped to the side and allowed Ron entry. The lanky ginger shut the door behind him and stood silently in front of him for a while as Harry sat back on the chair.
"You gonna keep standing there?" Harry asked jokingly. Ron chuckled and took a seat on the bed.
"You mind if I ask something, mate?" Ron started.
"Sure, what is it?"
Ron asked gravely, "Did I do something?"
Harry looked at him in surprise.
"What do you mean?"
He frowned when Ron sighed before looking at him, "Things feel different ever since we came here. Earlier, we used to be together all the time – me, you, Hermione – but since we came here, we've barely spent any time together. Hell, I see you more with Tonks and the others than with me or even Hermione. And don't get me started on her. Seems like all she does is stay holed up in the library or her room. I tried to ignore it so far, hoping that it would change, but it doesn't feel like it. If I did anything, please tell me."
Harry stared at Ron in surprise. The thought of spending time with him hadn't even crossed his mind ever since the graveyard incident when Voldemort returned. Since then, he had come over to live with Sirius and immersed himself fully into preparing himself. Even when the Weasleys came over, he had barely spent a moment with them.
Now that he thought about it, the most time he had spent with any member of the Weasley clan was when he and Ginny had their little tryst in the library. Harry sighed.
"I'm sorry, mate. With so much on my mind right now, hanging out like we used to didn't even cross my mind. I know that's no excuse. Don't think that you did something wrong. It's all on me," he replied sincerely.
There was a moment of silence as they sat there, and for the first time, Harry felt awkward in Ron's company. They had their issues in the past year, but things had been hostile between them back then. This awkwardness was new.
Suddenly, Ron chuckled, and Harry looked at him questioningly.
"Nothing," Ron shook his head, "just wondering how me and Hermione managed to become friends. Without you there, it feels like we don't even know each other properly. I can't recall I've even had one proper conversation with her since we came here. Any time we see each other, it's a polite smile and nothing."
Harry frowned. It seemed things were falling apart between them and he didn't even notice.
"Anyway, I just wanted to get it out, y'know? Don't worry too much about it," Ron said with a small smile and got up.
"Ron," Harry interjected and stood up, prompting the ginger to look at him questioningly, "let's have a game of chess."
Ron looked at him in surprise before he smiled. Even if it was for only an hour or two, Harry let himself be the older Harry again.
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The evening after dinner found Harry sitting in his room in front of Nat, Fleur, and Nym as he resolved to finally come clean.
"Alright then, let's hear it," Nym was leaning against the wall while Fleur was sitting with Nat on his bed. Harry nodded.
"Before I begin, I want to know how proficient you three are in runes."
Nym sighed, "Got an A on my NEWTs. So not much."
Harry nodded and looked toward the other two. Fleur smirked.
"A straight O," she was a little proud of the fact. Harry smiled.
"I don't have much knowledge in the subject but I have studied some in Sweden. I'll try to help as much as I can," Nat replied with a smile.
"Alright then. I hope among us four, we can somehow manage to properly create this array. Come on over," he invited them and turned around in his chair so that he was looking down at the table. He felt them come over on either side of him and quickly waved his wand to create the model of the runic sequence.
"Merde," Fleur whispered with wide eyes as she stared at what was the most complicated piece of magic she had ever seen.
"What is this?" Nat asked in wonder as Harry levitated the sequence until it was hovering in front of his eyes.
"As I told you this afternoon, something that can turn the tides of this war," Harry replied, "Look closely."
The three women bent forwards and Harry twirled his wand and brought the segment that had been troubling him to the forefront.
"See this part here," Harry indicated it to them, before pulling out a piece of parchment from the drawer and lining it up adjacent to the sequence, "and now compare it with this sketch."
Fleur grabbed the parchment from his fingers and held it close, alternating between it and the hovering sequence.
"Seems like a crude imitation. I doubt it's going to work," she observed. Harry nodded.
"That's the problem I'm having. I have created this entire sequence with the limited runic knowledge I have, however, this part requires another level of precision. That is why I need your help. If you can somehow make it work, I believe we will be able to strengthen ourselves and weaken Voldemort at the same time.
Fleur frowned as she brought her wand out and put the parchment on the table. Harry let her pull the levitating sequence towards her and watched as she traced the pattern carefully. The other two women watched in anticipation as the string of glowing thread left her wand and formed a clearly noticeable path between two segments before it crudely broke off. Fleur frowned.
They watched on as Fleur kept trying again and again, only for the string to either entangle or fall off. Harry sighed.
Dejected, Fleur pocketed her wand and looked at the array with a frown.
"It's just not working," she muttered, her eyes drilling through the segment with intensity. Harry chuckled.
"It's a bitch, isn't it? Wanna try, Nat?"
"Might as well. Don't expect success though," she smiled and fished out her wand.
Five minutes later, even Natalie put her wand away and admitted her defeat.
"Even if it's not working, it wouldn't hurt to tell us what it will do," Nym complained for the umpteenth time, and Harry sighed. He pushed the chair back and stood up before walking over to the bed and lying down. The three blondes stared at him.
"That was my version of the mark based on Voldemort's Dark Mark," Harry informed them, to their shock.
"What!?" Nym hissed and quickly strode over, dropping to her knees on the floor so that she was level with his face. Harry turned his head to look at her and smiled while stroking her hair softly.
"Say what you may, but Voldemort is a magnificent bastard. He created that thing all on his own, although he took some inspiration, and when I tell you what that mark can do, you can judge for yourself whether it's a project worth pursuing," Harry replied and started to regale them with everything the Dark Mark entailed.
Their eyes were threatening to pop out of their sockets as he continued to explain the characteristics of the mark, the power it enabled Voldemort to have over those who he granted the mark, the limitations of the mark regarding the number of people who could have it, and the fact that they could share their magical reserves to gain an upper hand in any battle.
"Holy fuck," Nym whispered in abject shock once Harry was finished. Nat and Fleur had already sat down on the bed on the other side of him and they were also staring at him with stupefied looks on their faces.
"I was planning on marking those who are closest to me, people whom I trust beyond any doubts whatsoever. Obviously that includes you three. Once I was sure that the mark was ready to be put to use, I was going to test out a theory of mine. If it worked, then it would've dealt a massive blow to Voldemort's inner circle. And even if it didn't, the boons it would grant us are nothing to scoff at either," Harry admitted.
"No shit," Nym scoffed as she laid her head against the side of the bed and stared at him.
"I don't understand one thing," Fleur began with a frown, "exactly how are you able to replicate that mark? I don't imagine Voldemort giving you such information or you even understanding it. Merde, even I couldn't understand half of that runic structure."
Harry sighed.
"You sure you want to know it?"
He knew it was a massive secret, but if there was anyone he trusted beyond all others, it was this trio. He was sure they would die for him if it was needed, which he obviously won't let happen, ever.
At their shared nod, he released a small breath and looked up at the ceiling.
"Right after Voldemort was resurrected, he forced me to duel him. Unsurprisingly, I lost and he hit me with the killing curse. That is common knowledge now for everyone who believes that he has returned. However, there is something no one apart from me knows."
He took in their expressions and smiled.
"Ever since I woke up after that ordeal, I had been feeling something in the back of my mind. It was not until later that evening when I saved you, Fleur, that something came to the surface."
Fleur looked at him with a frown before her eyes widened.
"The spell you used to blow their heads off."
Harry nodded, "And recognizing your Flames of Purification as well. I had no idea what those were, but there was this hidden chest of memories in my mind which sent flashes through my psyche and gave me that knowledge. It took me some time, but I finally managed to uncover the truth."
Their eyes were staring at him in anticipation and did not lack in apprehension as Harry remarked, "Turns out there was a fragment of Voldemort's soul living inside me ever since he first came to attack me."
"What!?" Nat cried out in shock as she stared at him in horror. Beside her, Fleur was no better. Nym had clutched his hand tightly, as if afraid that he might vanish right then.
"Voldemort has created these vile trinkets that house a part of his soul and has scattered them in different places. As long as these trinkets are intact, his soul stays tethered to the plane of existence. Basically, he is immortal as long as his soul pieces are safe and whole. However, the moron has torn his soul apart so many times that the one inside his body is unstable.
"What he came to kill me all those years ago, his killing curse rebounded due to my mother's sacrifice and tore a fragment of his soul, which attached itself to me. Fast forward to the next time he hit me with the killing curse – he destroyed that soul piece instead, and I survived once again. However, the magic behind it is so complex that even I have no idea how I managed to survive or how it happened. Perhaps it is due to the protection my mother gave me, or the fact that Voldemort used my blood to resurrect himself, or even the fact that a piece of his soul resided in me. It might be a combination of all those factors for all I care, but something happened that buried all the memories of that soul piece deep in my psyche. Over the next few days, I slowly uncovered all those memories, and that is how I know everything Voldemort knew up to the day he came to Godric's Hollow on Halloween all those years ago," Harry finally finished.
A perverse silence reigned inside his room as all three of his women stared at him in wondrous shock. He kept his eyes glued to the ceiling, with a small smile on his face as he waited for them to digest the truth. Finally, as he expected, Nym broke the silence.
She laughed. A loud, tinkling laugh rang around the room as the other two women stared at the blonde metamorph in surprise before looking at him. Harry couldn't help it. He laughed as well.
"Only you," Nym gasped out between her laughs as she laid down beside him and clutched his shirt, laughing in disbelief. Nat and Fleur exchanged shocked glances before looking at him. He had been looking back at them and laughing.
"I can't believe this," Fleur whispered faintly as she palmed her face and rubbed it before holding her head. "Merde, my head hurts."
Nat could only sit there in shocked silence and stare at him with wide eyes as Harry and Nym brought themselves back under control.
"So, you know everything about him," she finally got out. Harry shrugged.
"Basically," he replied as he absently stroked Nym's hair, "at least what he knew until that night. Anything beyond that, I have no clue."
Nat nodded faintly.
"Can you dig up some information for me if you have it?" She asked seriously, and everyone shut up to look at her. It was uncharacteristic of Nat to be like this.
"What is it, Nat?" Harry asked in concern and sat up, taking her hands in his.
"I want to know who planned and led the attack on the small colony we had set up in this country after fleeing Sweden. I want to know who was responsible for the eradication of my people, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened and he nodded before focusing intently. The women watched with bated breaths as Harry dug through the memories.
"That slimeball," he hissed and looked at Nat with a feral grin, "Lucius fucking Malfoy. Asshole wanted a few playthings because he got bored with the prostitutes he used to hire. Wanted some exotic taste. Voldemort didn't care. They had been winning, so he didn't bother stopping them from having some fun on the side. Killing them was not on the cards, but one cannot control giants."
Nat closed her eyes and forcefully kept the tears at bay before looking at him firmly.
"I want him dead," she declared firmly. Harry nodded.
"You don't need to convince me. That bastard has been on my shit list for so long. I would be happy to bring his head to you."
"No," Nat shook her head, "I will be the one to take his head and put it on a spike. Then you can decorate it and send it to his master as a good little present."
Harry smirked, feeling an odd thrill shoot through him on seeing this side of Nat, "I'd be happy to be of service."
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The evening after their discussion found Harry walking into the kitchen. He looked around and saw that no one was present. Shrugging, he walked over to the stove and cast a heating charm on the kettle and an Aguamenti inside, heating it up for some tea.
A soft rustling from the entrance made him look up, and he smirked at the slightly apprehensive visage of Ginny Weasley as she came in.
"Hey Gin," he smiled. She came closer and wordlessly sank to her knees in front of him.
"What are you doing, Gin?" Harry asked, feigning innocence as she got inside the small alcove under the kitchen counter and fished his cock out.
"You gave me so much pleasure last time, Harry," Ginny whispered as she gave a tentative lick around the head, and Harry could help but grip the countertop, "I would love to return the favour now."
"Is that so?" He breathed as she took the head between her puckered lips and sucked on it.
"Mm-hmm," she whispered around his cock, "I've been practicing, you know? Every time I'm alone, I conjure a dildo to practice this. I didn't know conjuration, but I read in advance just for this. Did I do good?"
Harry looked into those orbs framed with flaming red hair and found nothing but utter devotion this young woman had for him.
"Yes Gin, you did very good," he smiled. Ginny grinned and went back to her job, kissing along the veins of his shaft. Her tongue trailed a sinful trail of saliva over his organ before she took the head inside her mouth once again. Meanwhile, Harry tried to act as nonchalant as he could and added the tea leaves to the boiling water before stirring it properly.
"Mmm… I would love to do this every day," Ginny moaned around his cock and Harry felt her hot, wet mouth slowly sink down until she had engulfed it entirely.
Her tongue swirled around his hard-on, swishing and swathing it in her thick saliva as the young redhead started to bob her head back and forth, making his cock slither out of her oral canal before plunging in.
"When will you fuck me, Harry?" She asked softly as she took his cock out of her mouth and started to stroke the saliva-covered phallus slowly. "You know I want you, right? I've always wanted you. You just have to say the word and I'll be all yours for as long as you like, in whatever way you like, and whenever you like."
She sank her mouth on his cock once again, and Harry released a deep breath as he added the sugar cubes to the kettle. He didn't bother to reply. He didn't have to. Both knew that it was only a matter of time before he made her his.
His hand went under the countertop and started to softly caress her cheek, and Ginny leaned into his touch like a lovely little kitty and continued to swirl her tongue around his erection.
"You've gotten bolder, Gin," Harry whispered, feeling her hum around his cock in agreement before she popped it out of her mouth with a sinful wet sound and grinned up at him.
"I've always been bold, Harry. You were the only one I was shy around, but after you showed me how much you liked me as well, I don't have anything holding me back. I am going to take what I've always wanted, Harry. I've spent a lot of time watching. Now it's my turn to have some," she retorted hotly and started to bob her head on his cock with wild abandon. Harry's eyes widened slightly as he fisted her hair and started to slowly rock her hips, making Ginny moan around his cock as its head hit the back of her throat with every thrust inside.
"Harry dear, what are you doing here?" A motherly voice made him look up sharply, and he saw Mrs. Weasley enter the kitchen with a small frown on her face.
"Oh, nothing much, Mrs Weasley. Just wanted some tea, but there was no one in, so I decided to make it. You want some?" He asked politely. Inwardly, he was thinking about how to make her go away until Ginny was done, or rather, he was.
Ginny heard her mother's voice and heard her come closer, but instead of getting nervous, her arousal spiked. The fact that she was blowing Harry right in front of her mother with her being none the wiser sent a sort of forbidden thrill through her.
Her eyes stared up at him and she saw him looking straight ahead, probably at her mother, and she grinned before slowly dragging her mouth upward until only the head remained. Grinning lecherously, she started to swirl her tongue around it, probing and prodding the sensitive skin.
It took all his self-control for Harry to not buckle or hiss as he felt Ginny work her tongue all over the sensitive surface of his cock, and he listened as Mrs. Weasley politely declined and insisted to make the tea for him.
"Oh! Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, I'm almost done anyway. Just need to take it off the boil and let it cool down slightly. You know I can't drink it scalding hot," the pitch of his voice was slightly higher, but Mrs. Weasley didn't pay it any mind.
Mrs. Weasley nodded with a smile, before frowning, "Have you seen Ginny anywhere? I've been looking for her for the past half an hour but she's nowhere to be found. Hermione said she left their room some time ago and hasn't returned."
Harry shook his head with a small smile, hiding the pleasure he was feeling as Ginny diverted her attention to his balls, taking one in her sinful mouth and sucking harshly. Her hand was stroking his cock and he chanced a glance down to see her looking up at him with lust apparent in her gaze. Merlin, he really wanted to fuck this daring temptress now. He had never imagined that underneath that shy exterior was a woman as adventurous as this one, and his attraction for Ginny intensified.
"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. But I haven't seen her. I'll tell her that you're looking for her if I find her though," Harry replied with a small smile, expertly hiding his true thoughts from the woman.
Mrs. Weasley sighed before she nodded.
"I will look in the library then. Hermione said Ginny went there a few days ago. It's good that she's at least taking her studies seriously. Merlin knows the twins and Ron wouldn't."
Harry chuckled and nodded toward her, and the woman smiled at him before turning around to walk away.
The moment she was out of the door, Harry put a stasis charm on the kettle before fisting Ginny's hair harshly and ferally smiling down at her. Ginny's eyes widened.
"You really are a horny bitch, Gin," he whispered and started to forcefully slam his cock inside her mouth, beyond caring now. If this slut wanted it so bad, he will give it to her.
Harry allowed her no respite, and Ginny did all she could to take him in as he continued to ram away inside her mouth. His spit-covered cock invaded her oral cavity, and his tight grip on her hair didn't give her any room, and all Ginny could do was stay there on her knees, with her saliva dripping down her mouth and onto her clothed breasts as Harry used her like the wanton whore she was.
"You're such a dirty bitch, Gin," Harry grunted between his thrusts, "getting all excited at the thought of your very mother catching you in the act, Merlin you've surpassed all my expectations."
Ginny could do nothing but stare up at him with teary eyes as Harry used her mouth like his personal cocksleeve, and she further surprised him by bringing her hands up and grabbing his ass to pull him even closer.
"Oh? You naughty slut! You're loving this so much, huh?" Harry asked with a wicked grin as Ginny blinked and raised her eyebrow as if challenging him to do it. Harry was all too happy to oblige.
The head of his cock erupted inside her wanton mouth and Ginny felt the first spurt of his hot, potent seed splatter against her throat. Involuntarily, she swallowed his cum, and before she could regain her bearings, another load of his seed shot inside her mouth. Ginny's hand came up to hold his shaft and she started to stroke it as Harry grunted and continued to blast her oral cavity with his semen, painting her mouth white. The redhead eagerly lapped it all up, her tongue coming up and tasting his seed before swirling around the tip and licking it clean.
Harry looked down in between his breaths as Ginny stared at him before poking her tongue out. The sight of his white seed covering her tongue as she took it inside and swallowed it whole sent another thrill of satisfaction through him. His hand came down to grab her by the hair and he yanked it upward to make her look at him.
Smirking, he stated, "You're mine, Gin. Soon, I'll give you what you want. Don't worry, I'll eagerly take you up on your offer. Whenever, wherever and in whatever way, right? You got it."
The brilliant smile that lit up Ginny's face at that proclamation was worth it in his opinion, and Harry grinned before waving his wand and wiping her face and clothes clean.
Without another word, he poured his tea into a cup before picking it up and walking away.
"Soon, Gin. Very soon. And go see what your mother wants," he said without a backward glance and walked away, leaving a highly aroused and excited redhead who stared at his retreating back with a look of primal hunger.
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To be continued…
