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Voldemort Is Harry 2: Helpful Hermione
🕑 Added 2023-10-24 21:08:29 +0000 UTCThe days ahead were far more surprising than anything Voldemort had imagined. Not only could he enter Harry Potter's mind, but Harry Potter could also catch glimpses of what he was seeing and doing. It posed a great many risks, but above all, it brought the opportunity to make the boy and his blind followers believe whatever he desired.
Snape, the traitor, attempted to teach the boy occlumency while shuffling through the mind, but not on his watch. To him, the most powerful Legilimense to have ever lived, manipulating memories and counter-attacking the attacker, all without even being felt, was all too easy.
Time had passed, and the attempts to attack the Department of Mysteries continued non-stop. At the same time, Dolores Umbridge had been briefed on how to be a good little pet and not to ruin the game.
Dumbledore's Army was swiftly caught with his ability to see through the boy's eyes. And with that, Dumbledore was gone from Hogwarts, scared of being sent to Azkaban. Oh, how much joy it brought to see the all-almighty cower.
With the protection of Dumbledore gone, now was the time to play with the boy's mind and slowly take over. He would change his nature from within and slowly etch himself into Harry's soul. The game was slow but quite exciting, and patience was one thing he had learned over the years.
"Hahaha… Let's make you the finest hero the world has ever seen, Harry Potter—So I can relish in the glory."
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Hogwarts, Library
"What are you two doing this late at night?" Ron grunted tiredly, seeing Harry and Hermione going through various books in the library, still in their school robes, running on no dinner.
"Harry feels there is a clue to end Voldemort here." Hermione offhandedly replied, her head still deep into various books. "We don't know yet, but he felt it through the memories. Just stand guard outside and let us know if Filch comes."
Ron groaned and stepped back slowly with his blanket covering himself, "Alright, but don't get angry if I fall asleep—it's three in the bloody morning. We'll be expelled if we get caught."
"Worse things will happen if we don't do this," Harry commented and kept looking at the various books as he sat in a secluded corner with Hermione under the torch's light.
Ron didn't say anything and left to stand guard near the library's entrance. However, the only reason he came to speak with the two was because he had already fallen asleep once.
"Sorry, he’s so dense sometimes," Hermione whispered once Ron was gone.
Harry didn't bother and focused on the books, "It's alright, Hermione. Just… Just help me find this. I have a feeling it's something big."
"Of course."
They both continued to fumble through one book after another. However, Harry cursed himself continuously as he found himself aroused for no reason all of a sudden, and his bulge grew inside his pants. His eyes occasionally darted towards Hermione, glancing at her milky smooth legs while she sat to read. Her skirt always naturally creased up near her knees, giving him a view of her thighs under the shadows.
What’s happening to me? Is this because of Cho? Harry had no clue what was happening to his body.
His eyes, however, didn't always remain on her legs but also on her thin waist, her pert mounds, and her face, which he suddenly realized was so beautiful. The curly brown hair surrounding her face was just a sight to see, along with those eyes focused on the book and her thin brows worryingly creased up. He realized how amazing she looked and continued to get better.
No, no, no… I have to look for a clue. I can't be thinking like this about her. Harry told himself again and again. However, each time Hermione moved to go and bring another book over, he glanced at her to see her panties—white, and hugging the secret flesh he wanted to cherish with his hands.
No! I don't want to do that… Why? Just stop, Harry!
However, he soon had to go and get a book as well. But, just as he stood, he realized the massive bulge that had formed on his pelvis, forming a stretched hill. He knew Hermione noticed it as she jolted a little and dug her head into the book.
Great, now she knows. I hope she's not angry. Harry felt like crying and smashing himself in the head with the thickest book in the library. But to his dismay, no matter how much time he wasted walking around, the bulge did not go away; His erection only hardened instead, and his mind began to imagine Hermione without her clothes.
Finding himself at a loss, he picked a book and made his way back.
She saw it again—such damned luck. Harry sighed as he noticed Hermione stealing glances at his ever-present erection every few moments. He felt ashamed, embarrassed, but more than anything, aroused.
I want to show it to h—No! I don't want to!
He didn't know what battle awaited him at the end of this school year, but he knew the battle going on in his head was going to destroy the friendship he cherished.
"I still can't believe it," Hermione suddenly said, placing her book to the side and staring at Harry, though her gaze lowering a few times was also noticeable. The faint blush was evident. "I've never heard someone do such a thing."
Oh no! She's angry at me. Harry groaned inside.
"W-What happened?"
Hermione blushed heavily. Her faint, almost negligible freckles became visible in the contrast to it. "How could you do it with Cho on the first day and the first kiss?"
Harry felt relaxed, seeing she wasn’t angry. But since she brought up the topic of that delightful memory, he felt his erection ache. "It just happened. I didn't plan it… Things just flowed, I guess."
"Hmm…" Hermione sighed and looked down at the book, though from the corner of her eye, she glanced at him as he tried to press down his crotch into a better position. "Is it painful?"
"Painful and annoying, Hermione."
Wait! I didn't need to answer that. Why did I tell her? God, she's almost drowned in the book now.
Harry noticed Hermione's ears turning red. He knew this was all going in the wrong direction, and before he made any grave mistakes, he had to leave the library. So he jumped to his feet, unknowingly brandishing the mountain of his black pants.
"Have you tried using your hands?"
Harry stopped as he was just about to walk. Shocked, he looked down at Hermione as she stretched her feet forward, keeping her knees a little high, which showcased her slender legs all the way to the higher part of her knees. She kept herself leaning forward, hiding her face with her hair around.
What is happening? Why is she acting like this?
Harry gulped and replied, "I-I have… But it doesn’t help. I-It's been like this ever since the kiss."
"Why not look for her then?" Hermione herself couldn't believe she was talking about such a thing with Harry. She tried to stop herself from stuttering and revealing her embarrassment, but a voice played with her thoughts whenever she looked at Harry’s face.
Harry's sad sigh made her look up a little, "She's been avoiding me ever since that evening. What happened between us was mutual, but I think she's not interested anymore."
"Is she mad?!" Hermione exclaimed a bit too enthusiastically and loudly, prompting her palms to cover her mouth quickly.
She's so beautiful… Those legs… I never knew they were so full and… Her face is so perf—No! No, no, no!
"Can you help?"
She what? What in God's name is wrong with my head? Why did I say that? Oh no, this is the end of our friendship.
"What? W-What? I mean… What do you mean?" Hermione finally began to stutter, rubbing and clenching her hands together tightly in shyness.
Harry sighed and rubbed his face, standing speechless with his own shameless mouth, "Forget it… I shouldn't have asked you. It'd ruin our amazing friendship."
He believed that was enough to end it all and move to their dorms. However, his mind suddenly felt a rush of arousal as Hermione pulled her knees up even more, sliding her skirt further and revealing some of her thighs, which weren’t as thin as he had expected.
"You’re beautiful, Hermione. You are smart, quick, funny, and simply amazing. I don't want to lose my best friend."
But Ron is my best friend. Harry reminded himself.
But he noticed the look in Hermione's eyes. The way her thin brows were creased, and her gaze locked with his, "I… I… Will my hand help?"
"Ye—What? Forget it, Hermione. You don't have to help me. I'll figure something out," Harry fumbled with his words, never to have guessed she'd agree like that. "I'll just go and sleep. It helps me forget the pain sometimes."
"But I want to help," Hermione reiterated, awkwardly glancing at his massive bulge. She looked focused and resolute but at the same time so damn alluring to Harry's eyes. Her breath was already ragged, and her flustered expression, the constant fight she was having with shame and desire to help, was a site to behold.
Harry felt a burning, warm sensation in his chest. He felt utterly excited at this opportunity, something he hated as well as loved at the same time.
Harry walked closer to her and knelt down. He placed his palm on her shoulder, feeling the thin strap under her white shirt. He glanced into her brown eyes and warned her again. "Are you sure? I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"Harry… if this isn’t solved, you can't focus on training. You need to master Occlumency. If I can help you… I should. That's what best friends do." She replied, half trying to convince herself that she was doing no wrong and half actually meaning what she said.
"But this is… too…"
"Harry." She placed her hand on his, which rested on her shoulder and moved his hand away. "It's just normal biology."
Harry smiled appreciatively as well as sinisterly in secret, "Thank you… you've always been the most mature."
Hermione gulped and looked down at the junction of his thighs, "So… Umm… What should I do?"
Let's taste you now, my innocent swan.
Harry found his arousal taking over his mind. Rapidly, he stood up, grabbed his pants, and immediately unbuttoned it before unzipping it to lower it below the hips. So lost in excitement, he pulled the underwear as well.
Plop!
With a sudden, heated swing, his fully erected shaft presented itself to Hermione, leaving her utterly speechless with eyes wide and mouth open. Her nostrils flared up as she sensed the scent of his stiff member, not finding it as disgusting as she had expected despite it being her first time seeing it so close and… intimately.
Seconds passed, and her eyes remained glued to his girth as if she were in a trance. She looked at the little throbs it made, the bulging veins all over it, the plump, purple head, and the hanging balls below, behind the base.
She gulped, as did Harry, who needily watched her, checking his cock out with focused eyes. In his heart, he wanted just to grab her brown, bushy hair and shove himself deep into her thin lips and ravish in her wet warmth. But she was his best friend, and he wanted to respect that.
For now, that is.
"So…" Hermione, not wanting to talk too much, blushingly raised her right hand at his knob that rested just a foot away from her face. Her thin, warm fingers eventually found their way around his girth, unable to surround him fully.
Her hand was a foreign touch that felt heavenly. Harry felt a wave of pleasure cover his entire body, and the goosebumps found themselves rising. It felt amazing and quite exciting, clear from his furiously beating heart. The sight of Hermione constantly staring at his length while she tried to find out what to do made him feel akin to thirsty in the desert.
Ugh… Be gentle, Harry… Be gentle.
"Y-You need to stroke it," he hesitantly reminded her.
"Oh…'' Hermione came out of her stupor and stroked his cock hard, all the way back, and pulled the foreskin a bit too much.
"Ah!" Harry groaned from the soft pinch he felt.
Hermione quickly took away her hand, scared and teary-eyed. "I'm sorry, Harry… Did I hurt you?"
Plop!
Hermione tried to stand up, but in doing so, she moved a little too forward, and Harry's heating length hit her face.
"I-I'm fine… Just be a little gentle when stroking down," he explained. "The skin doesn’t always go down the whole way."
Embarrassed, she kept her eyes firmly down to Harry's feet and raised her hand again to stroke him. Already, she had felt some watery liquid glazed on her cheek when her face touched his shaft.
This time, she went gently, back and forth, stroking his entire length with focus. Soon enough, she began watching his length again as if marveling at it. No doubt it was her first time, perhaps the first time even seeing a real cock.
"Umm… going as fast as you can will… help." Blushing himself, Harry suggested.
Try all you want, but where this ends, only I shall decide—Am I sick? Is this the real me?
Hermione went as fast as she could, even taking support by resting her other hand on Harry's thighs and alternating with the other hand whenever she felt tired. The sounds that came from the utterly dry strokes with her hands worried him a little, but at the same time, excited him.
The shame was there, but the interest to see what comes from him was also there. Still, she never raised her face to look at Harry, knowing her resolve would be ruined otherwise.
"Hah…" She gasped.
Twenty minutes went by. Hermione panted uncontrollably, sweating so much that she had to loosen her tie and open a few shirt buttons near her neck. Her hands felt sore now, and tiredness overcame her a little.
"Just leave it, Hermione… I think this won't be enough, and the next thing is too…" Harry told her, stopping her struggling hand on his throbbing rod, as hard as before.
Will you back down? Or fall deeper into this game? Harry questioned Hermione in his mind, though a second later, he doubted why he was even doing it.
"What is it, Harry?" She asked with worry.
"Maybe… Maybe…" Harry stuttered. "You… you can try to use… your mouth?”
"What?!" Hermione immediately pulled back her face and looked up.
Harry shook his head and accepted his fate, "It's alright..."
Hermione noticed his pained expression, the squinted eyes, and the reddened eyes from controlling it for so long, "No, Harry."
"Aaaa, ah!" Harry abruptly groaned in pure ecstasy.
Hermione's face suddenly moved closer, and her lips parted open before taking him in the mouth. He felt his length melting in her right away, resting on her tongue, matching his throb with her rapid breath. Her teeth touched the sides, her stickiness coating him well; as she took as much of him in as possible without gagging.
Hahah—In the end, you must play it my way.
"Ummm…" Hermione pulled her head back and pushed forward again. She kept herself slow and gentle, still getting used to the feeling of his cock stuffing her mouth so fully.
She kept her eyes closed, trying to stop herself from the chaotic, self-deprecating, and questioning thoughts.
"Oh!" Harry found pleasure in her tight mouth.
He looked down at her actions, the way she struggled to take him in and out. Her stretched lips slid over his girth. The slimy saliva mixed with the mucus of his sex dripped a little from the corner and rolled down from Hermione's lower lips.
To drive in more pleasure, his hands dug into her bushy brown hair, and he began guiding her mouth for the perfect amount of length and speed. She allowed him to do it, surprisingly; being tired from the intense handjob before.
"Ummm mmmm…" She moaned or mumbled something as Harry began to move his hips without realizing it.
Her eyes were closed the entire time, and he wanted them to be open, so he tried to hit deeper and feel her tight throat contracting against his penetration, leaving Hermione flaring her nostrils in a gagging motion.
No! I need to stop… This is too hard.
He didn’t stop and only got more rough instead. His length slid between her tight grip of the lips, giving him shivers of ecstasy. Her face turned red, sweat covered her, and her eyes remained squeezed shut. He fucked her mouth like it was meant to be used with no mercy, something that confused even Harry as he had never thought of himself as such a man.
"Ummmm hmmm haaa…" Hermione voiced with her mouth still stuffed. She opened her eyes and looked up at Harry with a pleading gaze.
Harry, as if he was suddenly brought back to reality, stopped and pulled out of her mouth. He quickly knelt down and caressed her face with worry. "I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to be so rough… You just felt so amazing… Are you alright, Hermione? Does it hurt?"
Tired, panting, and somewhat sore in her jaw, Hermione helplessly looked at him, the light of the flaming torch flushing her face, revealing the alluring charm of her arousing blush. Her hair was slightly soaked, and her entire face was stained with the fuck juice that came from her mouth.
"N-Not done… yet?" She asked helplessly.
Harry sighed, looking dejected. His swollen rod was still unsatiated. In fact, it looked even more tight, standing virtually erect like a straight line. "I think… only that… can help me."
He knelt down suddenly and rested his palms on her thighs, which were still covered with her skirt. Swiftly, gently, he pushed his palms upward, pulling her skirt up and seeing her creamy flesh, so soft and spotless that he felt like taking a bite.
His eyes stayed matched with hers the whole time, as he soon placed his right palm on her bare thighs and the other hand on her face, caressing her cheeks.
No sign of rejection came from Hermione as she dreamily looked at Harry, almost passionately. Her hands also came up and rested on his chest, feeling his breaths and beating heart.
"Thank you," Harry muttered and leaned forward to plant a kiss.
In a moment, they felt each other's soft, trembling lips. Hungrily, Hermione raised herself on her knees forward and pressed her lips harder, wrapping her arms around his head.
But Harry didn't explore the inside of her mouth, as his desire was to explore somewhere else, somewhere deep. To prepare her, he shifted his palm from her thigh to the middle of her legs. Her skirt raised, he easily reached for her loins and felt the drenched steaminess.
"Ummmmh," Hermione moaned.
So you want me as bad as I want you?
Harry didn't hold himself back and immediately squeezed his hands down from her waistband and felt her silky, smoothly-shaven entrance. The wetness was mind-numbing. Her panty was drenched in the entirety of what was between her legs.
"Ah!"
He earned her moan as soon as his two fingers teased her soft petals. He wanted to see her already and quickly began pulling her panty down with the sheer force of his hand. Her waistband got loose and stretched. Slowly, it slid down her pale, soft ass and fell as she still stood on her knees.
"Oh Harry…"
His fingers immediately began to play with her slippery slit. She was tight, and he could feel it with his one finger.
She felt warm everywhere, with him invading her most private part, feeling his finger glide inside her. It made her squeeze her legs tighter and rub his hand in between, getting wetter and wetter, yet wanting more.
"Harry…"
Every time she took his name, Harry felt his length twitch. His rod, already exposed, resting near her lower stomach, able to feel the warmth steaming from her fiery core. He wanted to take her and invade her with his manhood, right there, and then take her virginity that remained unexplored for so long.
"Hermione… You are amazing," he whispered to her, throwing her into a mental rush of fondness, pleasure, and excitement with his words.
His fingers increased from one to two. Both of them slowly slithered into her wild love hole, using her juices to lubricate his quick movements. With his thumb, he squeezed the button of her scorching desire, making her moan uncontrollably in a suppressed voice.
He strongly pushed her back with his lips and made her sit down on her ass. Thanks to her skirt, her hips didn't meet the cold hard floor. But Harry didn't stop and kept pushing her until her arched back rested on the bookcase behind her.
He never pulled out his stroking fingers and used the other hand to remove her panties entirely from her feet. Then, with just one hand, he unbuttoned her shirt all the way to the last lower button. Then, with another swift pull, he removed her bra rather rashly.
His eyes turned a little unfocused at the sight of her bare, delectable breast. They were small but sizable, with pink nipples that instantly hardened in the airy place.
Finding herself so exposed, Hermione felt embarrassed and pulled Harry on top of her to cover herself. He swiftly did so and leaned over, pressing his weight gently over her, and nestled his face on her neck, beginning to lick her body as if it were the sweetest candy in the world.
His tongue explored her entire neck and slowly went lower to reach the swollen breasts that ached for attention. He took her budding nipple in his mouth and suckled, playing with it using his tongue.
"Ummmh!" Hermione tried to raise her back in peak arousal, only to give Harry more of her flesh to eat.
Her hips quivered at the same time as his fingers continued to fuck her. He was no muscular hunk, but still, his frame covered Hermione's slender, charming body underneath him.
Soon, using his knees, he parted Hermione's legs apart while keeping her pressed on the floor, her head resting on a book. His lips went back to hers, and with one hand, he guided his length to her slippery core.
"I'm going to…" He warned her.
Hermione clenched her eyes closed and warped her arms around Harry's neck, knowing this was going to pinch. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but in the moment of arousal, she found it fitting that Harry took her virginity, someone who she could trust, who wouldn’t judge.
"Ah!"
Harry eased himself just barely inside her, letting his purple tip coated in her sex juice rest. She was tight beyond belief, more than Cho. But it awoke a wild animalistic instinct inside his body, wanting to plunder her.
Let's start slow first.
He couldn’t believe he was thinking all those things. But at that moment, he didn't care. The pleasure and the desire to fuck overwhelmed his mind.
"Ah… It's… Too big…" Hermione tried to push back with her hands, but not as strongly.
Harry slowly slid in her and felt half of his girthy length of pleasure sink inside. Then, he moved back a little and again pushed in with a stronger intensity, letting her sheath swallow him almost entirely, but he wanted to go all in.
"Oh! Oh, Harry!" Hermione moaned as she felt a sharp sting and something snapping. She knew it was done… Harry had taken her virginity. The pain was still there, but not as much as she had expected.
"I’ll move, Hermione," Harry cautioned her and moved his hips back and forth, slow at the start and eventually picking up the pace.
It was a very ordinary pose, and he could think of many others to try. But in that time and moment, he just wanted to draw out pleasure from her body and make it an intense, memorable fuck.
His torso rested on top of her, his shaft pumping in and out. Hermione's legs were parted wide with his weight in the middle, and her knees were raised to give him space. Her hands constantly caressed Harry's hair and sometimes scratched his back whenever she felt something warm rising inside her.
"Ah, ah… Harry… it feels so good… oh my god…!" Hermione let herself go and moaned into his ears while hugging him firmly.
Plap! Plap!
Harry's hits explored her wild depths, moving restlessly, pounding into her in a fierce spasm. His rhythm was frenzied. Their warm and erratic breaths hit each other's faces at the same time, as both occasionally looked at each other's faces.
Tap!
Suddenly, from his irregular pounding, his glasses fell from his eyes onto Hermione's face.
"Hehe…" She sucked in a moaning breath and giggled before picking up his glasses and putting them on, slightly lowered to not restrict her view. She then stared into Harry's green eyes, hungry to devour her, which aroused her to no end.
Knowing he loved it as much as she did made her want to feel nothing but him at that moment. So she plastered her face on his lips again.
"Ah, ah, ah… I'm coming, Harry!" Hermione warned him. Without realizing it, she opened her knees and pressed her legs around his waist, squeezing Harry on her inviting core.
"Ummmmh!" She kissed him to hide her loud moan and screamed against his throat while being seized by a rush of sensations so intense.
Her hips lifted up to meet his constant poke, and her walls clenched tight all around him, making it hard for him but at the same time more pleasing.
As soon as her juices spilled out with Harry's shaft, the sounds of their sex became much more audible. The rhythmic, fast motion created loud squashes constantly, sending ripples of pleasure all around her body.
"Oh!" She gasped.
Harry pushed forward, raising her hips higher with his knees that supported her under the thighs. He made her back curve with that and pounded harder, deeper than before, with even more ferocity.
"Hermione…!"
"Harry!"
"Aaaah!" Harry didn't warn, being so concentrated on ravishing this beauty.
Having licked and explored her fine features and tasted her breasts, it was time to let her test his nectar—but not in the mouth.
He planted his face on her cushiony breast and hastened his thrust as if looking for something in a rush. Harder, more savage, he hit deep into Hermione with each move. The warm sensation spread all across his legs and the base of his shaft, and with that, he groaned in a frenzy of explosions inside her, spilling his seeds into her blissful depth.
Hermione hugged him tightly once she felt the warm, moving sensation deep inside her, slimy and soft, silky as a feather. She didn't mind being filled by him, as there were potions to take care of it. But what did surprise her was how Harry didn’t stop even then.
"Harry?"
"Still not finished… Hermione… Please bear with me," Harry muttered and continued to mindlessly fuck her. His shaft only rested for a few seconds and went erect again, something that shocked even him.
He pushed further against Hermione's body, almost raising her entire hips up along with her back as he straightened his body and pounded into her.
He slowly kept changing his position and almost stood up on his legs while curving Hermione's back all the way until her knees rested near her face, and he fucked her from above.
Feeling ashamed in that erotic position, Hermione moaned in ecstasy as she felt another release coming closer. Her flushed face and ruined eyes leaked tears in that moment as she saw how wildly Harry fucked her, making her feel painfully sore.
"Oh!" Harry groaned in pleasure, never knowing it was even possible in such a position. With Hermione's thighs raised and pressed forward by his palms, her knees almost touching her face on the sides, he couldn't help the desire to etch this forever in his memory.
"Oh, oh, oh… yes, yes Harry… please…" Hermione had no clue what she was saying and found another climax around his shaft. Her molten juices came out faster and stronger this time, spraying outwards with Harry's pumps.
This is heaven!
Harry found the greatest sensation in the world when Hermione tightened around his shaft. Every part of her body felt simply delightful to taste and fuck, but even he found himself nearing his mortal limit.
"Gah! Oh, Hermione… You're… so fucking hot…" He said words he never knew he could. "Please… sit up!"
Harry immediately beckoned from her squeezing hole that attempted to milk everything out of him again. He stroked himself so fast and hard that his own arms went sore in a few moments while Hermione rose to her feet, crouching to her knees.
"What?" She had no clue what Harry wanted.
But, before getting any answers, her intoxicated eyes saw his shaft throb and explode in the climax, rocketing out all his white juices on her, drenching her with his seeds of love.
On her exposed breasts with her shirt falling to the sides of her shoulder, on her skirt, on his glasses atop her nose, on her face and hair—everywhere, Harry's mark was left in white.
"Mouth!" Harry exclaimed and moved forward and shoved himself in without mercy.
In too much shock, Hermione accommodated him and soon felt his last few pumps explode in her throat, filling her up and coating her tongue with his silk until she began swallowing to make room for breaths.
Harry never stopped moving his hips, albeit slower now.
I wish I had a camera.
Harry lost himself to pleasure, as was the case for Hermione. Squatting on her feet, her pussy lips spread apart naturally and oozed out the slimy, sticky mix of their sex fluid with the blood of her virginity.
"Hah… ha…" Harry eased himself out of her mouth, out of breath.
He pulled his pants up and sat down, reclining on the wall to rest. Not wanting his best friend to feel any guilt, he gently pulled her over and hugged her body, making her rest her head on his chest while her petals remained filled with his seeds, feeling the soreness.
None of them said anything, still trying to find meaning in what they just did.
"That was so risky," Hermione mumbled.
Harry chuckled and caressed her arm on the side while hugging her, "It was worth it."
Hermione turned red in embarrassment as she returned to her normal state of mind.
But that wasn’t the case for Harry, for even when normal, a dark aura always lingered within his mind, constantly affecting the smallest of his decisions.
"Can we… If I feel the pain again…"
What? When did I become so shameless? Harry questioned himself.
"Hehe…" Hermione giggled instead and looked up at him. She raised herself to peck on his cheek, "I'll think about it."
So it's a yes.
Satisfied in mind and body, Harry didn’t say anything else. Knowing what a big line they had crossed in their friendship, he just wanted to calmly accept the reality now.
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Malfoy Manor,
"Haha, the mudblood shall be a wonderful toy to play with once I rise to my final form," Voldemort amusedly laughed in the room alone, having enjoyed toying with his favorite pawn.
Knock! Knock!
"My Lord, the preparations are done for the attack."
"Ah… Lucius," Voldemort looked at the blonde man and just remembered something. "Where is Narcissa?"
"S-She's… In France to gather allies." Lucius uncomfortably answered.
"Is that so?" The Dark Lord rubbed his chin while his dangerous eyes glowed with a hint of madness. "Call her back. It’s time she proves to me her loyalty—with a test."
"U-Understood, my Lord." Confused, not knowing what the Dark Lord had in plan, Lucius nodded and left the room with his saliva stuck in his throat.
Once again alone in his room, the Dark Lord sighed, feeling his body getting warm below. It annoyed him, for all his loyal Death Eaters were busy planning an attack on the Department of Mysteries.
"Hmm… Don't we have another Black Sister… A blood traitor?" He smiled devilishly, appearing frightening in his new form that he disliked himself. "She will be enough for entertainment tonight."
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[Question: Are you comfortable if I write seggs scenes of Voldemort himself as well? I know he looks more like a monster at this point, so I don’t know if you will like it.
Also, make sure to check out the artwork for this chapter. ]
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Alatoic
Voldemort seggs are ok, will be interesting if there is some influence from Harry, maybe he become more randy, less focused. By the way, great with Hermione, I can see her as a recurrent "helper" for Harry and maybe be more involved as she become aware she is not enough to satisfy him.
