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Beyond The Rules: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2023-01-05 16:29:55 +0000 UTCHarry walked out of the Great Hall after dinner, having spent the entire day in the Room of Requirement practising his magic. Maria had given him a significant boost, and he could feel it thrumming through his veins every time he cast a spell. Channelling such power would take him some time to master. Thankfully, he had the Elder Wand – the most powerful ever created, but it wasn’t limited to strength only.
The Elder Wand enhanced a wizard’s spellcasting as well as his finesse, improving the control one had over the spells significantly. He had tried his hand at some transfiguration with the Holly and Phoenix feather wand. The dog he had tried to create came out as a grotesque zombie before it sat in front of him and started wagging its bony tail. Disgusted, he quickly switched to the Elder Wand and vanished the botched transfiguration in an instant. Since then, he had started to further improve his spellcasting with the Elder Wand. Once he was satisfied with the outcome, only then would he switch to the other wand. There was no way he was going to cast another spell with the Holly wand until he had established firm control over his magic.
It was lucky of him that he had not blown Dumbledore apart when he had cast that disarming spell back in the ministry. Perhaps it was due to the situation, but luckily, it had worked out for the best.
As Harry crossed the corridor into another one, he saw a faint glimmer to the side that made him pause. As he walked closer, he was able to make out what was going on and sighed.
Malfoy was holding Pansy at wand point inside an alcove, hidden from the direct path but noticeable from the angle he was looking at them. He couldn’t see the blonde ponce’s face or make out what he was saying, but the way his shoulders were shaking, he was sure the man was not in a pleasant mood. Pansy didn’t seem to be taking what he had to say all that way if the look on her face was any indication.
His eyes wandered downwards and he saw Malfoy holding the brunette’s wand in his free hand. Having already decided what he was going to do, Harry looked around to ensure the coast was clear. He sighed when he saw Daphne coming from behind, no doubt ready for their rendezvous in the Chamber. The blonde paused when she saw him standing in the middle of the corridor, a questioning look on her face.
Harry raised a hand towards her, nodding with a smile when she stopped, and his wand flashed in an instant. The moment Malfoy pushed his wand further under Pansy’s chin, his body went slack and he slumped against Pansy, who although surprised, quickly pushed him off her and rushed out of the alcove.
Her eyes widened when she saw who had saved her, and she couldn’t help the relieved look that came over her face.
“What happened?” Daphne rushed forward, looking at Pansy with a frown before her eyes fell on the unconscious body on the floor.
“Nothing, looks like dear Draco finally found his balls. Was he harassing you?” Harry asked Pansy and walked over to where Malfoy was taking a nap. He pushed the sleeping ponce with his leg and turned him over before looking at the girls’ surprised faces.
“Well?” He asked Pansy with a raised eyebrow.
“He was not too happy about me keeping my distance from him.”
Harry nodded. “So he somehow managed to grab your wand and corner you. Tch. You’re my dear associate, Pansy. You gotta do better than that.”
Pansy glared at him, but before she could speak, another voice cut her off.
“Associate?” Daphne asked in surprise, looking at her housemate before her gaze fell on the man she had been getting attached to.
Harry smiled at her. “Long story. Since I have this feeling that you might want to join as well, I might tell you tonight, so wait a bit.”
Daphne nodded in confusion, filing away the joining bit for now.
“What are you doing to him?” She asked when she saw Harry tilting the blonde’s head with his shoe.
“Tell me, Pansy,” Harry asked in a calm voice, “did he threaten you?”
Pansy looked at him in surprise, before she nodded slowly. Harry nodded.
“I gathered as much. Cunts like him never understand. You might push them back for a while, but their vile colours indeed show up sooner rather than later. Until you do something to permanently get rid of them, there is no relief.”
Daphne’s eyes widened at his words, and she looked towards a wide-eyed Pansy who had taken a step forwards.
“W-wait a minute! Harry, you can’t kill him!”
What the two women didn’t expect was for Harry to look at them and laugh. He leaned against the wall and laughed for a few more seconds, before looking at them with a small smile.
“While I admire how much you two seem to care for your housemate’s life, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill him. As much as it would be easy to do that and get rid of his stain permanently, the questions that would arise would cause even more headaches. I’d rather not endure that.”
The two women sighed as one in relief, before looking on as Harry levitated Malfoy until he was hanging off the ceiling with the back of his collar pierced through with a hook that he had previously attached to the concrete. With another wave of his wand, the front of his shirt was torn off. Harry turned to look at the two surprised women and smiled.
“Now you can pick a message you’d like to leave him with. Remember that it is likely that whoever finds him, probably the entire school itself, might see what’s written.”
Five minutes later, the echo of six footsteps was heard across the corridor as they walked up the stairs towards the female bathroom on the second floor, leaving an unconscious fifth-year hanging off the ceiling.
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“You don’t mind that she’s coming with us, do you, Daphne?” Harry asked with a small smile as he looked sideways at the blonde. They were walking up the stairs to the second floor. He was in the lead with Daphne by his side, as Pansy trailed behind them with a frown on her face.
He knew Daphne had something she wanted to talk to him about, but he didn’t want to leave Pansy alone after that encounter. It wasn’t as if he had somehow started to care about the brunette; the real reason was that he didn’t want her to do something idiotic, such as taking out her anger on someone else. He didn’t know her well, but what he had seen in her mind had been enough for him to have an inkling as to how she might react in such a situation.
‘No, it’s better to keep her under watch for a few hours and make sure she’s not gone round the bend.’
Daphne looked at him with a small frown and shrugged. She and Pansy had never been close, and their interactions over the years had been limited to being dormmates. The company of Tracey had been enough for her, and Pansy preferred to fawn over Malfoy to give them any grief.
She had no clue what was going on between Harry and Pansy. It wasn’t anything romantic as far as she could tell. Even the thought of it seemed weird to her. Pansy and Harry were as contradicting characters as any, and the thought of them being together in that sense simply felt wrong to her.
However, there certainly was something going on between the pair. She needed to know just what it was before she could approach him with her idea. Factoring in everything was what a Slytherin did, and if something was unfolding here, it was better for her to know and fit it into her scheme before acting upon it.
“Don’t worry,” Harry began, “you just have to renew your oath, and I’ll tell you. And I’d like you to do that now,” Harry said seriously as they reached the bathroom.
“Why did you bring us here?” Pansy asked in bewilderment before Daphne could respond. She frowned when Harry raised his hand to shut her up.
“Now Daphne, the oath, if you please.”
Daphne sighed before she gave a nod. Internally, she hoped their talks went positively and she wouldn’t have to take any oaths in the future.
“Just what is the deal with you two?” Pansy asked incredulously, looking at the pair. Harry chuckled.
“Don’t be impatient, Pansy. You have a lot to learn. Come, you can see it as well. Just keep your hands to yourself. There would be dangerous stuff down there.”
Pansy frowned.
“Down where?”
“The Chamber of Secrets,” Daphne replied as she gave another oath. Pansy could only stare at the blonde in disbelief as Harry chuckled.
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Harry and Daphne walked in front as usual, with Pansy slowly trailing behind them, looking around and taking everything in. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would ever see the legendary Chamber of Secrets, nor had she thought that it would be Harry Potter who would be showing her.
She shivered when he spoke in Parseltongue once again, and watched as the metallic door swung open.
“Mind your steps, it’s slightly messy in there,” Harry smirked. Daphne shook her head and walked with him, leaving Pansy to follow. They walked inside the chamber properly and Daphne sighed before leaning against the wall to the side as Pansy followed behind Harry. The sight made the brunette shriek.
The carcass of a massive snake was thrown on the floor, its head crushed entirely. Blood was sprayed around that pond, and Pansy swallowed the bile that threatened to rise in her throat.
“What the fuck happened here?” She whispered in shock. Harry smiled.
“Let’s just say it was a flashy way to get rid of something and leave it at that,” Harry remarked, “if that’s all, how about we check this Chamber out properly?”
Daphne looked at Pansy and frowned. She didn’t know what the arrangement between her and Harry was, but he had not asked her for an oath. Harry noticed her look and smiled.
“Don’t worry, Daphne. Pansy will keep my secrets, won’t you Pansy?”
The brunette stared at him before she nodded with a sigh. Daphne frowned.
“Just what is the deal with you two?” She asked.
Harry looked at the blonde before he confidently walked forward. Daphne’s eyes widened as Harry trapped her between his body and the wall, his arms coming to rest on either side of her head as he leaned closer. At this proximity, she could smell the cologne he was wearing and her mouth dried up when she gazed into those emerald pools that were bearing down on her.
“H-Harry I…”
“Shh…”
Harry pressed his finger against her lips, and Daphne’s eyes widened. Her lips felt his finger that was resting atop them and her breathing got laboured as Harry seemed to close the distance between them.
“You want to know what’s going on between Pansy and me?”
Daphne could only give a slight nod, her heart thudding in her chest as Harry smiled down at her before looking at Pansy, who was staring at them with a shocked look on her face.
“Something wrong, Pansy?” Harry asked with a smirk as he looked at the brunette. Clad in her Hogwarts uniform sans the robe, he could see her excitement through her white shirt. The brunette quickly turned to the side as she noticed his gaze with a flush. The memory of what she had done after he had extracted the vow from her came to the forefront of her mind unbidden, and her nubs hardened even further.
“N-nothing,” she muttered and looked away, ignoring his smirk.
“I know we decided to keep it a secret, but do you mind if I tell Daphne? I believe it would be good for you if someone in your house knew everything, don’t you think?”
Pansy abruptly turned to look at Harry, a refusal on her lips before she stopped. His words ran about in her mind and she realised how helpful it would be to have someone behind her. She had never been close to anyone in her house other than Malfoy, so the help would be most welcome. However, she didn’t know how much she could trust Greengrass. She admitted as much to Harry, who nodded.
“What do you say? If you want to know, you’ll have to take a vow of silence. You can only divulge this information if Pansy permits you to,” Harry told Daphne with a whisper.
Daphne nodded, still flushed from his proximity. It didn’t seem too much in her opinion, and she quickly recited the vow.
“Merlin, I’m doing a lot of those lately,” she said with a shaky smile as she looked up into his eyes. Harry chuckled.
“I wouldn’t have asked for it without genuine reasons.”
Daphne nodded in understanding. Harry smiled and pulled back, smirking when she seemed to frown at the loss of contact, however minimal it had been. His gaze trailed up and down her body, and he reaffirmed his desire for her. She seemed very receptive so far, and he had already gathered that she would be open to it. After all, she wouldn’t have shown so much agreement with him, even taking those magical vows, if she was not interested. The only thing he didn’t know was where this sudden attraction on her part had come from.
They had previously been cordial with one another, and he wouldn’t have even called them friends. That made it a very fast progression for him, and it roused in him the desire to ascertain what had changed between them. However, he could find it out later. Right now, he had an expectant blonde to placate, so he began with everything that had happened in that isolated classroom between him and Pansy.
Daphne had her eyes wide and her hand on her mouth in shock as she stared horrified at Pansy. Unabashed, she darted forward and took the brunette in her arms, who could only squeak in surprise as she stared at a smiling Harry.
Daphne pulled away from her and smiled sadly.
“No one deserves to be treated like that. You did the right thing. The further away you are from that ponce, the better it is from you.”
Pansy could only nod, still reeling in surprise. Daphne smiled at her and gave her hand a soft squeeze, before turning to look at Harry.
“Should we start then?”
Harry smiled and nodded, before looking towards the statue of Salazar Slytherin’s head.
“There is nothing in these passages. If there indeed is a secret in this chamber, it’s bound to be hidden inside that statue.”
Daphne nodded, “Parseltongue again?”
Harry shrugged, “Might as well.”
Turning towards the statue once again, he hissed. The mouth through which the Basilisk had slithered out slid open.
“Come on, let’s see what’s inside,” Harry smiled and walked forward. The two women looked at each other before Pansy shrugged. She and Daphne followed behind him.
They walked on the bridge that Harry conjured over that pond, impressed with his magical prowess and made their way inside the dark tunnel, taking the path to the left since it seemed like the one on which a human would walk. Harry hissed once again. Instantly, the lamps lit up on the walls and they could make out where they were going. Walking through the pathway, they reached a metallic door that seemed to be glowing.
“Well, looks like we’re here. I didn’t expect it to be this easy to find though,” Harry remarked, staring at the door.
“Makes sense, doesn’t it?” Daphne interjected, “I mean, who else but a Parselmouth could enter?”
Harry shrugged before hissing once again, and the door clicked before it slowly swung open. Daphne looked at Harry who nodded and they walked inside.
“Huh? That’s it?” Harry muttered softly, looking at the sparse room with only a short table on the floor and what looked like an old scroll on it. They walked over, looking around for anything else, but there was nothing.
“Well, I certainly expected more from this,” Harry remarked, looking down at the old scroll. Daphne waved her wand over the parchment as the remaining two watched on.
“I cannot pick up any harmful curses or such.”
Harry nodded and used his wand to unroll it before levitating it in front of him.
“A blank scroll?” He said with a frown, looking at Daphne who seemed to be staring at the suspended piece of parchment in confusion. He hissed at it, clicking his tongue when nothing happened.
“Wait, something’s happening,” Daphne interjected in surprise, and Harry abruptly turned to look at the parchment. Words seem to appear, and the three leaned forwards slightly to read them.
‘TOUCH THE PARCHMENT, MY HEIR.’
“Well, that makes it clear,” Pansy remarked. Daphne stared wide-eyed at the scroll before looking at Harry.
“You’re Slytherin’s heir as well?”
Harry shrugged. “First time I’ve known of it. How can I be though?”
Daphne frowned.
“Only one way to find out then, go ahead. Touch it.”
Harry nodded and grabbed the parchment between his fingers.
“Shit!” He cursed and shook his hand. The parchment fell to the floor as Daphne shouted his name in surprise.
“What happened?” She asked with wide eyes as Harry held the hand which had held the parchment before looking at it.
A gold ring with a glowing emerald sat on it, the motif of a Basilisk inscribed on the stone.
“It’s the ring. It appeared on my finger,” he muttered, before levitating the parchment and opening it. The words inside made his eyes widen. Daphne and Pansy stared at him, before looking at each other.
Daphne looked back at Harry who seemed to stare at the parchment in silence.
“Harry? What is it?” She asked with slight trepidation in her voice. Harry wordlessly held out the parchment to her, and Daphne hesitantly took it from him.
My heir,
I am immensely proud of you that you managed to find this letter. There are many things I want to tell you about, but I feel myself fading faster than I expected, so I will get to the crux of the matter.
In my youth, I was cursed by a Maledictus. I would not go into details but it rendered me unable to be with a woman. Without the possibility of having an heir of my blood, I performed a ritual of my design that would grant a random male child every generation the ability to speak Parseltongue until someone came to this chamber and claimed my final will.
I remain hopeful that the magic of my family will continue to run strong in the future. You might not be a man of my blood, but you carry within it an essence of my magic.
I wish you the best of regards in whatever future you decide to carve for yourself. I solemnly wish it is filled with nothing but happiness. Find what I never could in my life, my heir. Find a lovely woman, or more if you like, and cherish everything. Live without any regrets, my heir. Live your life on your terms. Do not let anyone else dictate life for you. My family magic is forever at your disposal now.
You might find me in the future in an alternate form. I have created a small chamber right beside this one for my next adventure. I have not been able to change my shape so far, so I do not know which animal I would be. I can only hope it is a snake and not some lion that Godric seems to love.
Salazar Slytherin
Her eyes widened and she looked at Harry, confused when he started to chuckle.
“This…” She whispered as Harry started to laugh earnestly. Pansy stared at him bewildered, before looking at her.
“Just what’s finally broken him?” She asked. Daphne sighed and wordlessly passed the parchment to the brunette, whose eyes widened as she read it.
“Really Potter!? How many lordships do you exactly want!? Three were not enough?”
Harry heaved slightly and chuckled as he took the parchment from Pansy and put it in his pocket.
“I’m sorry, it was just too funny. I was just imagining how those idiot purebloods would feel now when they realize there is no drop of Salazar’s blood in their bloodline. I mean, most of them believe that there is at least a trace of his blood in their family, no matter how many generations previously or how diluted it might be. This certainly kills all speculation.”
Daphne nodded with a chuckle as Pansy frowned. It was true, after all. Every pureblood supremacist family prided itself on having trace amounts of Slytherin’s blood. Her father often proclaimed how they were the blood of Salazar and deserved to sit in the upper echelons of the Wizarding society. That had been the primary calling card for the pureblood families to heed the call of the Dark Lord – his proven link to the house of Slytherin that he displayed prominently.
“Not to mention the fact that you, a half-blood, are now the Lord Slytherin,” Daphne remarked, “how that would offend them.”
She expected Harry to agree with her, so his shake of the head surprised her.
“Let me tell you something, my dear Daphne. Voldemort is a half-blood. His followers know it, yet they don’t care.”
Two pairs of eyes widened.
“What!?”
Harry chuckled. With a nod, he leaned against the wall and looked at the two bewildered witches.
“His mother was Merope Gaunt, the only daughter of Morfin Gaunt. She ensnared a muggle aristocrat named Tom Riddle with a love potion and gave birth to their son, Tom Marvolo Riddle, who we now know as Voldemort. The Dark Lord these esteemed witches and wizards worship is nothing more than a half-blood. And they know it all. Yet they don’t care. Goes to show how much it is about the purity of blood.”
“But why then?” Pansy asked in disbelief. It seemed all her previous notions were getting shattered one by one.
Harry turned towards the brunette and glared. Pansy took a step back in surprise.
“Why? Power. Why else? They have a figurehead to further their greed for power. It helps that Voldemort is magically so capable that they dare not challenge his will. Their goals align. That is all.”
Daphne stared neutrally at Pansy who seemed to evaluate everything she had been taught since she was little. She knew what it was like, after all, she had been the same once. Luckily she had a loving mother who had opened her eyes early on, otherwise, it wouldn’t have surprised her if she had turned out to be like Pansy or perhaps even worse.
“Blood means nothing. Your origins mean nothing. All that matters is how much power you can wield. The old houses revere their origins because it gives them power in this society, but take it from them and what separates them from other regular magic users? Nothing!” Harry continued, his voice echoing inside the spartan room as Pansy stared at him with wide eyes.
“You are a bigoted witch, Pansy, both of us know that. However, does that bigotry truly matter? Where did your pure blood take you? Malfoy? The cunt who offered you to be his buddies’ plaything? Where did you find refuge? With me. A filthy half-blood. So much for the power of blood, right?”
Pansy couldn’t form any words now. Deep inside her, Harry’s voice resonated, amplifying with every second that passed. Suddenly, she took a deep breath as she felt him come close and palm her cheek. She looked up at him with eyes full of unshed tears.
“I know your entire worldview has been challenged right now. It’s understandable for you to feel this way. It’s okay. We all have our eyes opened. We all change with time. Our views change, our perception changes, and so does what we want. That’s life.”
His voice was soft and she couldn’t help the tears now.
“I- I don’t even know what I stand for. I’ve known this… deep inside, I’ve known that this supremacy is a load of utter crap. I just didn’t realise it for myself.”
Harry smiled. “It happens. What matters is how you use this experience to move forward. People are not born evil, Pansy. Their circumstances make them what they are. You were born and raised this way. Now it’s time to cast it aside and take the step forward.”
She looked at him in surprise when he caressed her cheek softly.
“I promised you sanctuary, didn’t I? You have nothing to worry about. Yes, I’ll need you to carry out your part, but don’t think that you’re alone in this journey. Find yourself, Pansy. You’ll find life more beautiful than ever before.”
Daphne stared at Harry in wonder. With only a few revelations, he had somehow turned a bigoted woman into this crying mess. She had never liked Pansy much because of her views, but now that she saw her, she truly empathized with the brunette.
Her respect and admiration for Harry intensified further; a flutter in her stomach as she looked at him. If she had any doubt in her mind, it had been erased root and stem. She was going to approach him and there was no one else she wanted anymore.
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The rest of their time in the chamber passed very quickly. With nothing else to find, they walked upstairs. The tunnel leading to the Chamber of Secrets closed behind them.
“Well, I’d planned to visit Neville and Luna when they left the Hospital Wing. Seems I’ll see them tomorrow at the earliest,” Harry remarked as he looked at the time, before looking at Daphne.
“Sorry Daphne, we got a bit sidetracked there, didn’t we? Can our talk wait until tomorrow? We can talk on the train if you want,” Harry offered with a smile. Daphne frowned.
“I’ll be going. It’s been a long evening and a good sleep would be nice,” Pansy interjected before Daphne could reply. The pair looked at her and nodded. The brunette glanced at Daphne before she walked off.
“Well?” Harry asked Daphne once Pansy was gone. Daphne sighed before giving him a small smile.
“Okay. Tomorrow, on the train. Would you like to sit with us?”
Although slightly surprised, Harry smirked.
“If you insist. Why would I turn a pretty woman down?” He replied. Daphne flushed slightly and looked away, as Harry chuckled.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he replied, before pulling her into a soft hug. Daphne stifled a surprised squeak as she felt his arms wrapped around her slender frame.
“I’d like it if we could do away with all these oaths someday, you know?” Harry whispered in her ear, and Daphne’s breath hitched. Harry continued, “I didn’t like forcing you to take those oaths, but I hope you understand that I could not take any chances. After all, we don’t know each other that well.”
Daphne nodded against his chest, and Harry smiled.
“I hope we can be friends, Daphne. I’d like to place my trust in you without having to rely on magic to enforce it. After all, you are the only one apart from Pansy who knows that I have the lordship of Slytherin, and she is bound to keep my secrets.”
“I think there is something we can do to ensure that,” Daphne whispered, pulling back slightly to look at him. Harry kept his arms wrapped around her and looked down with a small smile.
“Is there?” He asked softly. Daphne nodded.
“We can discuss everything tomorrow then,” he whispered, looking at her lovely face for a long moment. Daphne knew her face was flushed at the proximity and she didn’t know what was going on right now. His eyes dipped to her lips for a moment, and the loss she felt when he pulled away left her breathless. His hand which was softly holding her close by her waist also left her and she saw him take a few steps backwards.
“I look forward to the talk then,” Harry smiled at her before he turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Daphne could only stare at his retreating figure with a longing smile on her face, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her breathing.
‘Yes. There is no one else I’d rather be with.’
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It was right after curfew that the door to the Gryffindor Common Room swung open. With a smile on his face, Harry Potter walked in.
The common room was completely deserted as he entered, apart from one occupant who looked up as he exited the archway.
“Finally here, huh?”
Harry smiled and walked over to the couch where she stood, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“Waiting for me, were you?” He teased, nuzzling her neck as his hand trailed downwards to cup her ass through her robe.
“Well, we’re leaving tomorrow. Makes sense to end the year properly, doesn’t it?” Katie gasped as he started to nibble on her earlobe before she felt him lower her on the couch, his body on top of hers.
“You won’t find me complaining,” Harry grinned before he quickly untied her robe and pulled it apart.
“Wow,” he whispered when he saw what she had underneath, or rather, the lack thereof, “You certainly won’t.”
“You sure you wanna do it here? What if someone sees us?” Katie asked in a whisper, and Harry smirked.
“Tell me it doesn’t excite you,” he whispered against her lips, before softly claiming them. Katie moaned into the kiss, her hand coming up into his hair and caressing softly as she moved her lips against his. Her mouth opened and Harry quickly pushed his tongue past her lips.
His hands didn’t stay idle. Supporting himself atop her with his left, his right grabbed her naked breast and started to fondle the soft flesh. Lips trailed down her neck as he leaned over her, placing soft kisses over her skin as he reached her chest. Katie panted as Harry kissed his way onto her tits, and jolts of pleasure flew from her hard nubs as he gently flicked his tongue over them.
Instinctively, she grabbed the back of his head as he continued to lavish both her tits with his attention and forced her nipple inside his mouth. A loud moan escaped her lips before she quickly quietened herself as he sucked it harshly.
Harry chuckled as he pulled away and looked up at her.
“There will be no silencing or privacy charms, Kitty. So bear that in mind,” he whispered against her tits as she looked down at him, her chest rising and falling as her breathing grew ragged. She could already feel her moistened core as she rubbed her legs together. Harry smirked.
His lips continued down her body, and soon, he was swirling his tongue around her navel. Katie felt like she was on fire.
“I uh…” Katie gasped, looking at him, “I think I’m getting a bit short-changed now. I’m entirely naked here and you haven’t taken anything off. How is that fair?”
Harry looked at her with a smirk before his wand flashed and he vanished all his clothes in an instant.
“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Katie remarked, as Harry smirked before getting back to his job. He teased his way up her inner thigh, kissing and licking her toned skin before he stopped a mere inch away from her aching pussy. She couldn’t stand to wait any longer, and she pushed on the back of his head, forcing his head to her slick wetness.
Katie threw her head back in pleasure, biting her hand to stifle her moans and cries as his tongue explored her folds. He took his time, licking over her soft naked lips before his mouth captured the hardened nub. This time, she couldn’t hold back the moan as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive clit.
“In me, please!” She cried out in a whisper, her eyes frantic, and Harry quickly obliged. He placed his cock over her swollen slit and massaged her slippery folds with the engorged head, teasing her with a nasty smirk on his face.
“Do it, idiot! Fuck me!” She panted.
Her slick pussy welcomed his hard cock in one thrust, and she held Harry’s gaze, relishing in the expression of pleasure on his face as he felt her pussy walls envelop his erection.
The filling sensation sent waves of ecstasy through her body, but what drove her beyond pleasure was the sentiment of what was happening. The whole idea of being fucked in the middle of the common room where anyone could come at any time and watch them was so indecent, yet so breathtakingly exciting.
She pulled Harry on top of her, muffling her cries of pleasure by biting his shoulder. Her body rocked on the couch as he continued to constantly pound her pussy roughly. Her moans might be muffled, but there was no stopping the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin, and she was sure they could be heard even from the first floor. Luckily there were no dorms there, or they would’ve been giving them some free non-visual entertainment.
“I’m close Harry,” Katie panted, and instantly, Harry pulled out of her. Katie almost cried out in outrage, when she was manhandled and flipped over on all fours. In no time, Harry started to pound into her from behind, and all she could do was bite the cushion as hard as she could to keep her cries of pleasure in. His hands greedily grabbed her ass and hips as he further built the force of his thrusts. This was purely carnal, and they both knew it.
“Inside?” Harry asked, and all she could do was nod frantically as she felt her orgasm crash through her. She screamed into the cushion, and the thought of someone possibly hearing her in this moment of vulgar ecstasy made her climax spiral out of control. Her pussy walls contracted around his cock as she felt him shoot his load deep inside her, intent on milking it dry of all its cum.
A few minutes passed before she could regain a sense of what was going on, and she sensed him leaning against her back as they lay on the couch in the aftermath of their explosive climaxes.
“Well…” Katie sighed, “that was one hell of a way to end this shitty year.”
All Harry could do was smirk as he looked at the shadow that disappeared behind the wall that led to the girls’ dormitories.
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To be continued…
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DJ Monroe
Just FYI if you didn't know. Merope was Morfin's sister, not daughter. Marvolo was the father of both Merope and Morfin.
GhostnKC
I admit I wasn't sure of what to think of this story. Now 7 chapters in I'm enjoying it. the idgaf Harry is kinda growing on me.
