5. Teaching A Slytherin

Professor Slughorn joined the school faculty this year. On top of that, something was going on with Draco Malfoy.

Is he finally a Death Eater? Harry wondered about all those things but couldn't openly discuss them with anyone.

Already, over the few days spent at the Burrow, he had been 'helped' by Hermione five times, even almost getting caught once, if not for Hermione's quick wits. He found himself enveloping his arms around Hermione nearly every other night, and even during the day, he took a 'bath' with her.

He could only blame Voldemort for his greater sexual needs. In fact, he had already tried to seduce Ginny once but held back at the thought of Ron. To keep himself from making a mistake, he spent even more time with Hermione.

But at last, school was beginning, and he once again found himself sitting in the Hogwarts Express after all the meeting with Dumbledore. Yet, whenever he looked at Hermione talking on the seat before him, his gaze only rested on her lips, breasts, or the junction of her thighs.

He felt hot already, needing a release.

Why is this happening? What does Voldemort wish to gain by doing this? I feel like… I want to be pleased by every decent woman I see. Harry wondered silently, deep in thought. Could this be one of Voldemort's desires behind his thirst to rule?

"Harry is under the impression Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater," Hermione said, having noticed Harry's gaze and feeling somewhat amused by it.

"What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy?"

"Whatever he wants from Lucius. Don't you see it? From the very first day, we've seen Draco talk about how great his father is. So, why wouldn't he follow his father's footsteps and become a Death Eater?" Harry tried to reason with his friends. "Come on, Hermione. You know this makes perfect sense, right?"

"Let's not jump to any conclusions without real facts, Harry. We have to tread careful—"

Harry sighed and stood up, feeling a headache the more he looked at her. "I'm going to catch some air."

Annoyed and looking for answers, he eventually found himself close to the Slytherins' carriage. From there, he noticed Draco talking with his friends—Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.

Interested, he decided to go and take a look. For that, a minor prank came in handy for a smoke screen, and he quickly hid himself under the Invisibility Cloak. Then, with quick steps, he climbed onto the luggage racks and waited for Draco to sit back down with his friends.

"Let's just say I don't think you'll see me wasting my time in charms class next year," Draco growlingly said, contempt and hatred oozing from his voice.

"What are you planning on doing—ah!" Pansy suddenly yelped in the middle of talking.

"What happened?" Draco looked over with concern.

She groaned and rubbed her forehead, "Ugh… I don't know. Felt a headache… It's like a needle stabbing me."

Right at that moment, in the luggage racks above Draco, Harry felt a hint of pain as well. To his surprise, he was able to hear Pansy Parkinson's thoughts when she looked up for a split second.

This… This is Legilimency. But I never studied it… Voldemort? He's a master of Legilimency. Harry tried to make sense of what just happened. If we're inside each other's thoughts. Does that mean… I can gain his magical knowledge.

In any case, he gained something that day. He saw through Pansy's facade. Besides being a sadistic, mean-spirited, and petty person, she also held some hidden disdain from her supposed boyfriend for fame.

Draco was a tool, a stepping stone for her because he somewhat matched her family's status, be it wealth or blood.

But I saw insecurity as well. She's not that intelligent or talented in magic, is she? Harry wondered and focused below, now trying to enter Draco's mind. All he needed was for him to look up just once.

So he waited patiently, prepared for the moment. Sadly, the moment didn't arrive, and he felt the train slowly coming to a halt. Still, he remained there as moving now could grab attention.

"In any case, I'll be away from this rotten place…"

Draco got up and looked above to pick up his bag. That was it, the moment Harry had been waiting for. He was invisible, looking right into Draco's eyes when their gaze locked for a split second without realizing it.

"Argh!" Draco groaned and fell back abruptly, clutching his head. "What the… Who's prank is this? Blasted headache!"

"Draco…" Pansy came over to help him. "Let's go to the Hospital Wing. I'm also a bit dizzy."

They left, and slowly, the carriage was emptied. However, Harry never removed the cloak as he suffered from a worse headache than Draco. It felt piercing, searing through the curse mark on his forehead as if it were melting his brain.

What happened? I saw nothing through him. Did Voldemort do something? Harry asked himself while trying to remain as silent as possible. I can't… this headache is killing me.

Thud!

Once he saw the carriage was fully empty, he jumped down from the storage racks and tried to get up and sit on a seat and relax. He clutched his head the entire time, rubbing his forehead. Every second felt like an eternity, waiting for the pain to disappear.

From now on, I should test out the knowledge before trying.

He took long and deep breaths and slowly felt the pulsating headache receding. Eventually, he found his senses returning.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry looked up at the door, "Luna? What are you doing here this late?"

"Looking if anyone left their copy of the Quibbler. What are you doing, Harry?" Luna asked with interest and walked closer. "You look tired."

"Ah… Nothing. Just fell asleep. We should head to school," Harry changed the topic and stood up. "I think we'll have to walk."

"It's alright. I don't mind walking a little," she replied quite jovially. "It'll be like taking a stroll with a friend."

Harry smiled and walked out with her to leave the train and start their journey. With a carriage, it would have taken a few minutes, but by walking, it was likely going to take twenty or so minutes. "You are my friend, Luna. We are really good friends, and I will never forget what you did for me last year. You fought really bravely at the Ministry."

"That's a very nice thing to say, Harry," she smiled merrily and walked beside him, a little closer now, as friends do. "So, what do friends usually do?"

Don't tell me she has no real friends in her house. Harry felt somewhat bad for her. Are they still bullying her?

"Friends? Well, we look out for each other in times of trouble. Help when we can, make each other laugh when we can… Just be normal and kind, maybe," Harry answered while thinking about Ron, and especially Hermione. "Do anything we can to aid each other."

"Help? Be kind?" Luna seemed excited to hear that. "That sounds great. Maybe we can go look for Nargles, Gulping Plimpies, or Crumple-Horned Snorkack."

"Well, if it makes you happy, we sure can," Harry agreed right away. That was the least he could do, although he knew very well those creatures weren't real. "But I might be busy this year for the most part."

"Maybe I can help?" She volunteered right away. "That's what friends do, right?"

"I don't think it's something you can help me with," Harry said, sighing at his task. Uncovering Draco's plot, getting closer to Professor Slughorn for some reason, and so much more. It was going to be a hectic year, even more so as the Quidditch team captain.

"But we're friends," Luna still insisted while humming some song. "I should help you with something… anything?"

Harry sighed and looked at her while shaking his head.

"There is nothin—" He lost the words when he saw her skipping beside him. Her cheerful persona was very refreshing with that petite frame of hers. As she jumped, her waist-length, straggly, dirty-blonde hair shuffled around on her back and sides, while her silver eyes stared at him. Her skirt also rose and fell with her movements, giving him a view of her legging-clad flesh.

No. Leave me alone, Voldemort. Harry tried to take long breaths and clean his mind despite the rising hill on his pants. He couldn't help but continuously think about their situation. Being with an attractive girl while in the middle of nowhere at night, with no one close by.

"Anything?" He asked.

Is Voldemort really controlling me? Or am I falling into depravity? I don't remember being this uncontrollably aroused at all times before.

"Of course, Harry," she nodded merrily.

For a few seconds, Harry contemplated. "I… Forget it. It's not something normal friends can help one with."

"What is it?"

Harry suddenly stopped in his path and stared at Luna. Her pale face shone under the moonlight as she eagerly looked back at him.

"Luna…"

Why am I telling her this? He wondered. But then another voice came from deep within. Because I want to.

"Luna, things have been tough ever since the fourth year. Vold… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did something to my mind and body… It's uncontrollable. Sometimes aching, sometimes frustrating, it's not something that can be solved by simple friends… It requires a very… intimate act from one another."

Just imagining it felt like it would bust his zipper. But at the same time, he hated it himself.

Hermione was one thing. But this is different… I'm actively luring her. This is something a Slytherin would do.

"Oh? Intimate? I can be very intimate," Luna replied without knowing what it was, being her usual carefree self. "Just tell me what you need me to do, Harry."

He felt a twitch in his pants and looked left and right. "Y-You… Luna… You'll need to help me with the release… of my… of my spunk."

Harry wondered if she even knew what spunk was. But when he noticed her eyes going faintly wide and her face almost freezing, he knew she understood him very well.

"Forget it… It's alright. That's why I told you this isn't something normal friends can help each other wi—"

"But I want to help," she exclaimed all of a sudden. "But… How should I do it? I've never done it before."

That's what she's worried about? Harry realized a new aspect of Luna's quirkiness.

Unable to think straight anymore, and having the offer right in front of him. He didn't wait long, grabbed Luna's hand, and pulled her aside from the path, behind a few trees. He placed his palms on her coat-clad shoulders and gently pushed her down.

"It's nothing complex. I will guide you if you really want to help me," he said as he gently pushed her down to kneel in front of him. "Think again, Luna. Do you really want to help me with this?"

She nodded firmly while looking up at him. "I'm your friend, Harry."

Oh, that face. Harry felt enchanted by her charming looks under that moonlight. Those silver eyes, long blonde hair, a lithe body, and a face that felt expressive while being expressionless somehow.

The sound of a gentle breeze and insects was soon disturbed by the sound of a zipper.

Harry lowered the zipper, fumbled with his hand to pull down his underwear, and finally released his member out in the breeze. As Luna knelt very close to him, his throbbing erection dangled in front of her face, merely a few inches away.

Luna unconsciously pulled her face back a little for a second before resting calmly again and staring at his manhood with interest.

Maybe it's her first time, Harry reckoned.

"Luna, you need to suck it with your mouth while stroking the girth with your hands," he instructed her, hoping to see some pushback or repulsiveness.

"I understand," she reacted with a simple reply and, without a second thought, wrapped her dainty thin fingers around his fearsomely wide girth that she couldn't hold entirely.

In the next instant, she opened her lips wide and took his pulsating knob into her slick mouth.

"Oh!" Harry hadn't expected to see her taking his cock in so quickly. The suddenness surprised him and sent a jolt of pleasure throughout his body.

She was way too sloppy, clearly inexperienced. Her hands only held him tight instead of stroking, and her mouth never took more of him in than the knob. He wanted more; he wanted her tongue to push against him, but when he looked down, he realized it wasn't going to be easy.

Her mouth seemed to be stretched wide already with merely his crown. Asking her to accommodate the rest of his length wasn't going to be easy.

"Luna," he gently caught her hand in his and began stroking together. "Do this and… move your head on me. Take more of it in…"

"Ummm?" She pushed her face further down on his shaft and looked up while making a sound, as if asking if this was enough.

"More."

So she tried her best and slobbered her lips further, reaching beyond the middle part where he was the girthiest. Her breath hasted up at that moment, her nostrils flaring up. Her delicate fingers also tried their best to keep stroking his length, or whatever was remaining outside.

It felt like heaven.

Her virgin, never-explored mouth was a delight to behold. Harry tried his best to not just clutch her hair and shove himself all in. The tightness of her lips was blissful, the gentle probes of her amateur tongue were sweet, and her fingers delicately rubbing him were hot.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned forward to rest his hands on the tree while Luna worked hard to pull her face back before going in again, starting to bob her head to suck him in a true sense. It was all new to her.

The sounds she made, the little series of wet sputtering from her mouth, her low hums of struggle but eagerness to help. She tried to pick up the pace, and no doubt, she felt sore.

Too tight. Harry couldn't help but lean his lower body forward as well, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. Her nose almost touched his pelvis, and his tip gently tickled the back of her throat.

"Ah!" Luna gasped and uncontrollably coughed. "Wait…"

Harry pulled out of her throat, leaving a long, slimy tendril of wetness. He looked at her sitting between his legs, gathering herself.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, still not that out of control. "We can sto—"

"I'll keep going." Luna parted her lips again and confidently impaled herself on his cock, accepting his gentle thrust. She allowed him to drive his manhood deeper, but he remained careful this time not to hit the back of her throat. Her hands compensated in the meantime as she began to stroke his girth intensely.

"Tongue… Ugh… Use your tongue, Luna."

"Hmmmm…" She finally began to circle her small tongue around his shaft, coating him in layer upon layer of her innocent juices. Her face had turned into a mess at that point, everything covered with the glistening residue of her intensifying blowjob.

"Ghk…" She suddenly gagged as Harry's hand found its way to the back of her head, guiding her in and out with a firm grip on her hair.

Harry knew he was on the edge and had to find a release. So he used her mouth to his whim and guided her speed and depth, while her lips were tight enough to stroke his desire up.

In and out, he went a little merciless with her, but with his eyes closed. He only chased for a quick climax.

"I'm coming… Lun-ah…" He gasped and gritted his teeth as her tongue unknowingly kept grinding around the base of his swollen knob. It made Harry dig his feet firmly into the ground, curve his knees, and clench his muscles tight.

He exploded soon after and flooded himself into her mouth, glazing her inside with his thick, creamy spunk. His frenzy thrusts shoving into her face only stopped after a few dozen more strokes as he felt the last drop leaving his balls.

Then, at last, slowly, he pulled himself out of her lips while staring down at her dreamy face. It was so hot and dirty in the middle of nowhere. The nasty fluids dripped down from the corners of her lips as she tried to swallow it. Her tired eyes and her gasping breath were a result of their deed.

How tight she'd be down there. Harry wondered while looking at her defenseless form, catching a breath while still pinned between his legs. Just the thought of plucking her cherry made him throb once again.

"Ah… Are we-h… done, Harry?" She asked tiredly.

I shouldn't.

"I… If you allow me… I'd like to… Put myself into you as well."

"Will it help you?" She asked.

Harry shook his head, but the words that came out were contradicting. "Yes."

Luna smiled and stood up with the help of Harry's hands. "So what do I do?"

Harry was taken aback, "But… Aren't you a virgin?"

"Umm… Is that a problem?" She inquired with a confused expression, her face still looking ruined.

Harry gulped and made her turn around without saying a word. He pushed her torso forward until she rested her hands on a tree. Then, he made her part her legs with his foot and stand firmly.

I wonder what she looks like down the… I need to stop.

But his hands moved on their own and pushed her long coat and skirt above her waist. Then, he pulled down her green leggings and panties mercilessly, leaving them around her knees.

Right away, he felt enchanted by her supple, shapely rear, her budding, wet slit hiding between her slender legs. So pink and tight that he could already imagine the pleasure.

Harry felt his cock hungrily throb to a full erection. So, he didn't wait and grabbed his shaft to guide it towards her entrance from behind. He rubbed his length across the gap between her cheeks first and then on her wet folds.

"It will pinch a little."

"Ummm… Yes, Harry."

Overwhelmed by wild desires, he finally pressed his swollen head onto her entrance, so tight like none he had experienced before. Just opening her up was a bit of a struggle, and he could feel it wasn't easy for Luna.

Stop… This will break her.

However, with the arousing rush running savagely in his head, he found himself with no care at all.

In fact, he was prepared to shove himself in fully with one deep plunge. The tightness was already causing him to teeter at the edge of madness. He felt every minute sensation as he forced her petals apart. The throbs of her lower lips were so delicate and enticing.

The view of her shining pale ass against his body was also magnificent.

Unable to control it, he lowered himself and wrapped his arms around her thin waist. He hugged her entirely against his chest, even lifting her rear a little until she stood on her toes. He hadn't entered yet, but with this struggle against his head, he knew this was going to be a wild ride.

"Ah… Harry!" She made some noise from her pressed lips.

I can't wait.

The warmth of Luna's virginity was killing him. "Just…. a little, Lun…"

Woof!

Woof!

"Hmm?!" Harry was suddenly alerted and pulled his mushroom head away from her delicate petals. He hadn't even gone in. "Someone's coming!"

Luna fumbled, but Harry quickly helped her and pulled her panties and leggings up. He looked at her face and used the wand to use some minor magic to clean her. Seeing a hint of confused daze in her eyes made him feel utterly guilty.

Not for the blowjob; He loved that. Not even for the sex he was about to have. But rather, he hated himself for how he was about to take her virginity.

With that thrust, I would've ruined the memory of sex for her. She's too delicate and petite for my size… Maybe I should practice Occlumency more and control these thoughts.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked her, caring for her by holding her arm and body close to his own.

She faintly smiled and walked with him back to the path as if nothing had happened. "I'm sorry… I couldn't help you fully."

"..."

Too innocent. Harry felt speechless. She must be protected at all costs.

He patted her head somewhat affectionately, "No, Luna. What you did was already more than enough. You really are a special friend."

She smiled back, "That's lovely to hear, Harry. Maybe I can finish helping you sometime later."

"Yeah. I'd love that, Luna."

No doubt, Harry did feel a bulging, aching erection at that moment. But he didn't mind anymore. With Luna, he wanted to be gentle next time, at least at the start. She deserved to enjoy it as much as he would.

At least, that's what Harry believed in.

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The dinner was held in the hall as usual, and the sorting ceremony took place.

Harry found himself taking a glance at Luna a few times, but with Hermione sitting beside him, he felt his focus attracted to her alluring body. He felt like touching her under the table, but with Ron between them, it was annoying.

Professor Dumbledore gave his daunting speech that night. It weighed heavy on everyone's heart, even Harry, as he slept that night. It was a rare moment when he didn't feel the urge to pleasure himself.

But then the next day came, and with that started the Potions class shared with Slytherin. He wasn't too confident about this one, but getting closer to Slughorn was important as per what Dumbledore had told him.

And to his surprise, the first hurdle didn't take too long to appear before him. Slughorn had a task with a truly grand prize. And to his further shock, he found himself possessing a rather interesting book.

"...So this is what I offer each of you today. One tiny vial of liquid luck to the student who manages to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death in the hour that remains, the recipe for which can be found on page ten of your books," Slughorn instructed the class. "I should point out, however. Only once did a student manage to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this prize… Good luck to you all."

Harry, like many others, got to the task and realized there was something more than just the book that could help him. He found information in his mind like it had always been there. As if he had brewed this potion before.

This feeling… It's like… I can even improve on this book's recipe. He felt and followed his instincts while keeping the book by the Half-Blood Prince as a reference. Sometimes, he followed the instructions, and sometimes did what he thought was better.

He noticed the entire class struggling, even Hermione. Then there was Draco, cursing while doing the task. But just then, his gaze fell on the person beside Draco.

Pansy looked utterly frustrated and desperate while trying to make the potion. She looked left and right for help the entire time but always failed.

As expected. Not very intelligent. He thought, aware that he was also cheating in this one instance.

Eventually, one hour elapsed, and it was his turn to be evaluated. Harry watched as Slughorn threw a leaf into the cauldron, and it burned away within a second, so fast they didn't even notice it float.

"Merlin's beard!" Slughorn exclaimed in shock. "T-This is… much more than perfect! Better than any I've ever seen… So perfect, I daresay one drop would kill all of Hogwarts."

And just as promised, Harry soon found himself receiving the vial of liquid luck.

But when he was taking it, he noticed the disdainful gazes. Even Hermione looked jealous, but the faces of the ones from Slytherin were worth looking at. Draco looked as if he had seen his father's ghost.

I'll get to you, Draco. Harry thought, and right then, he noticed the scoffing girl beside him. An idea bloomed in his head there. Or perhaps I'll use the right key to get to you first?

Pansy had a proud, sharp look on her face, with cascading ebony hair that went to her shoulder. Her piercing eyes, dark as night, gleamed with cunning, cruelty of sorts, complimented with a sneer gracing her perfectly sculpted lips. She was shorter than Hermione but held herself in an imposing manner, looking down on everyone.

Harry knew she looked down on him too; But that only made the undertaking more exciting.

Rather than always looking for a helpful friend. Why not look for a useful pawn instead? Harry didn't even realize how ruthlessly he was thinking at that moment. All he could think about was how to subdue Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin, the girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, a girlfriend just in name.

"...Congratulations. Use it well."

He accepted the vial and walked toward his friends while speaking, making sure Pansy heard him. "I'm open to teaching potions, just in case you need."

"Oh please, it was a fluke," Hermione rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Prat." Ron barked jokingly and followed behind Hermione.

Harry sighed and chuckled. But he didn't fail to notice how Pansy and Draco had heard him. While the boy had only sneered, Pansy seemed to be thinking deeply.

This is going to be interesting. He thought and left the classroom soon after. But what was all that information? Voldemort's knowledge?

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Over the next few days, Harry kept on showing a tremendous grasp on Potions. It came to a point where Slughorn started blabbering that he had nothing left to teach Harry. But Harry knew it was all possible because of Voldemort's supposed knowledge.

However, the target he had been chasing all this while finally appeared closer than ever. After having given pointers to Lavender and Katie in their private 'tutoring' class, they had already shown improvements.

"Pinch it," Harry walked beside Pansy Parkinson and helped her work on her potion, as he did with all the others after finishing his own.

He remembered how she always growled at him in the past. But by now, she had come to accept his guidance. Harry always tested his grounds and, today, went ahead and touched her hand to show her how to prepare the ingredients.

With her warm, fragile fingers in his grasp, he guided her to pinch the flower to separate its juices out. She flinched a little, but he never stopped him from guiding her.

"That's it," he said after helping and moved on.

An hour later, it came time for Slughorn to evaluate the potions. As Harry had planned, when Slughorn tested Pansy's potion, he marveled.

"Wonderful! Just a step below Harry's potion. You have shown great improvement, Ms. Parkinson. I hope you continue this progress and surprise me," Slughorn said, patting her shoulder and moving on.

Harry winked at the raven-haired girl. In reply, she also smugly smiled as receiving compliments from professors was new to her.

Soon, the class ended, and everyone packed their items to head to lunch. Harry purposefully waited until the last moment as he noticed Pansy doing the same.

"You're pretty good at it, Potter," Pansy came to him as expected, maintaining her haughty attitude. "I thought you've rotten your brain mingling with those Gryffindors."

This ungrateful bi… Harry felt like cursing her right there, but he calmed himself down as he expected it. She was famous for her ugly personality.

"Glad I could help, Ms. Parkinson," Harry hated it, but he acted like a gentleman.

"You…" Pansy felt taken aback by his reply. She hoped for an angry outburst. "Are you… still assisting with extra lessons for potions?"

It's working! Now, only the last part of the plan remains. Harry rejoiced silently and thought about it for a few seconds, making himself appear to be pondering deeply.

"Umm… How about this evening after classes? I know a place. I can help you there," Harry graciously offered.

"Hmph, I don't need your help, Potter. Just tell me how to brew a few potions. I will pay you for it," She offered back with a proud tone. "Don't think I'm lowering myself to you."

You will be soon.

Harry sighed and shrugged, "Sure, I'll tell you how to brew. In any case, I will get going now. Meet me near the Third Floor's haunted bathroom after the classes."

He left without letting her speak, heading to the Great Hall for lunch and then a few more classes. He didn't see Pansy anymore as they didn't share any more classes with Slytherin. But he did make sure to prepare for the evening. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to use love potions or such humiliating things.

But still, a few sensual incense and tools were prepared, just in case he'd need to use them. Pansy was known to love tormenting others, so he hoped to give her the taste of her own medicine for once.

Eventually, evening came, and the classes came to an end. With all the material in a bag with an extension charm, he made his way to the third floor.

What style of intimidation should I use on her? I know being kind will not work.

He wondered and finally arrived at the haunted bathroom. Right there, he saw Pansy standing alone with her arms folded under her mounds, standing lazily with one knee straight and the other relaxed. Her skirt wasn't too long, as it showed some skin above her knees—pale, delicate, and creamy.

"You're late," she barked.

Harry shrugged and extended her a black cloth strap, "Tie this around your eyes if you want to know about more potions."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm in no mood to show you my secret potions lab," Harry baited her with the secret knowledge. There was no way she wouldn't be tempted to see Potter's lab now. And hopefully, report it to Draco.

She nagged and grunted, but in the end, readily tied the black strap around her eyes. Harry then made sure she couldn't see him and then grabbed her hand. It was so sudden that she almost snatched her hand away.

"You wanna walk aimlessly?" He asked.

Sure enough, when Harry took her hand again, she didn't reject it. He led her straight to the seventh floor and then towards the wall where the Room of Requirement's entrance was.

"Stay still," he told her, quickly walking past the entrance three times while thinking about the potions lab he wanted to make. "Let's go."

When the door finally appeared, he held Pansy's hand again and took her into the new potions lab, which was almost identical to the school's lab. But there was a change as a three-seater couch also adorned one corner of the room.

"You can look now."

Pansy took off the blindfold and marveled at the sight.

The place was filled with ingredients and cabinets, with a large table in the middle holding two cauldrons and all sorts of equipment needed to make potions. Right away, she suspected Dumbledore had secretly helped Harry get it.

Harry immediately took off his robes and tie and relaxed in just his shirt and pants. He walked to the side, took out a few incense sticks, and burned them, "This will calm your head when making potions. The most important thing when brewing is patience."

Pansy silently observed Harry and copied him by removing her robes and tie, standing there in her shirt and skirt. She stood near the table and looked at the ingredients.

"What are we making?" She asked, despite feeling somewhat nervous about being alone with Harry Potter, the enemy of Slytherin.

"Elixir to induce Euphoria, also known as calming draught," Harry replied, walking back to her side.

Pansy couldn't lie. The potion did sound helpful. "Then show me how you make it. I'll pay you ten Galleons for each potion."

Harry smiled, shaking his head in disappointment. "Ms. Parkisnson, I think you are forgetting that I'm already one of the richest wizards in Wizarding Britain. I don't need your money."

She sneered and raised her chin proudly, "Then what do you want?"

"Nothing much," Harry started preparing the potion materials. "I'll take what I need later, so don't worry. Just give me your world that you'd give it—it's not betraying your house or friends."

"Fine." She was too proud to think deeply about it. "As long as you assist me with potions well."

So, Harry started working and invited Pansy to do the same. He stood very close beside her, their shoulders brushing against each other. Their shirts were thin, so they felt the warmth of each other's skin underneath.

"It's easy to follow the instructions," Harry said and helped her chop a few troublesome materials while holding both her hands from the side. His arm pressed against the side of her chest, feeling the ample flesh, full of softness.

The incense seemed to have calmed her nerves. Harry thought and decided to take the next step.

Letting her do the work, he stepped back and watched.

As expected, she soon found trouble again, but this time, Harry remained standing behind her body instead of walking to her side. He pressed himself against her back. His crotch squeezed itself on her supple hips right away as he extended his hand from beside her waist and held onto her hand.

"This one's like a nut. But it's hard to crack it open with a knife since it's too smooth. So place a closed book on it and slam your fist on top of it," Harry guided her, despite knowing she was very conscious about his touch.

Bam!

As he guided, the nut was cracked.

"Woah," Pansy mused at the easy method. It was slightly opposite to what was in the book. "How did you know this, Potter?"

Harry didn't step away from her and instead doubled down. As he leaned over to look from her right shoulder, he maintained his slowly rising erection pressing on her back, and placed his left palm on her waist.

She was so irresistible, curvy, and warm, with a slight meaty feeling that gave away her well-developed body. The touch was feathery, and he groped his fingers on her waist demandingly, feeling her tenderness.

"Potter," Pansy exclaimed just then, a little louder. "What next?"

To Harry's amusement, she asked to continue with the potions instead of pushing him away. So, Harry kept the game going while making sure she understood where he was leading his current side activity to.

He ground his hips better on her rear, making sure his length fit between her crevice. His left hand didn't just touch her waist anymore but wrapped around her side and rested on her lower belly. Only his right hand guided her while his lips gave instructions close to her ears.

She should have started shouting and cursing at me by now. Harry wondered why Pansy was so relaxed. After all, the incense wasn't that powerful. Could it be… She thinks she can make me spill my secrets with this?

He knew Pansy wasn't that intelligent. But she was still a Slytherin, ever so ambitious, resourceful, and clever—the last one, maybe not that much.

Harry breathed heavier near her ear, which was covered by her shoulder-length straight hair. "That's right. Gently put it all in… the cauldron."

"Hmm…" She didn't say a word and even arched herself, so her rear probled against his shaft harder. "What else?"

The sheep wants to be a wolf? Harry had no clue why, but he enjoyed this game. But I've come prepared.

"Slowly stir it round and round," he instructed her.

While her hand started stirring the cauldron, her hips also stirred. Pushing against him in a circular motion, spreading her fleshy cheeks apart to keep him better in the gap. The skirt did nothing much to hide the tenderness as they both felt each other.

Harry lowered his face on her shoulder and rested his chin beside her bare neck, letting her feel the warmth of his skin. "That's right… Now add the wormwood."

"Umm…"

"Now stir six times counter-clockwise."

As expected, she moved her hips in a similar fashion. Harry didn't even try to hide it and fully wrapped his hands around her curvy waist. They seemed like one body, melting closely together as they ground on each other.

Harry slowly moved his palms up as well and eventually reached the start of her pert mounds, big enough to fill his palms. But instead of stopping there, he continued upwards until he cupped both pieces of flesh and fondled them.

"P-Potter!" Pansy finally showed a hint of resistance. "What are you doing?"

Harry kneaded her throbbing breasts while replying, "I told you I'd take what I need, and you agreed to let me. Now, drink the potion. It's ready."

"But… You haven't tested it yet."

"You are the test." Harry pushed her towards the table with his hips. "Take a sip with the spoon. I know it's not foul. You'll feel the effects right away."

Pansy gulped nervously, scooped up some of the potion on a spoon, and sipped it carefully. She didn't want to, but to forget what she was doing by moving her hips, she focused on the potion.

"Doesn't taste bad," she muttered, suddenly becoming more vocal, energized even. "I feel different. Delightful and confident."

"Then it worked," Harry whispered into her ears and clenched his palms on her creamy flesh. "Time to pay."

"W-What? What do you mean by that, Pott—"

Before Pansy could show any major signs of resistance, Harry left her breasts alone and grabbed her hands. He pulled them behind her and tied her wrists tightly with his necktie. Then, he dragged her back from the table and pushed her towards the couch.

"You said 'Fine' when I told you I'd take what I need," Harry replied, throwing her onto the couch, her head resting on the cushion. Her eyes stared at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. "This is what I want, Pansy."

Pansy pushed her feet on the couch and tried to sit up, "Since when did you become such a pervert, Potter?"

"You rubbed yourself on me." Harry shook his head, "If I'm a pervert, then what are you? Draco's little pet?"

That definitely irked her, and she tightened her jaw. "We're good friends!"

"Of course. Just like how he's a great friend with Crabbe and Goyle. You know you're just a plaything for him. Something to amuse himself with when he's bored." Harry removed his shirt entirely and walked over to her, crawling on the couch between her parted legs. "You know, I didn't teach you the best recipe. There's still so much more—perhaps you can even get a NEWT top score in Potions."

Pansy silently watched as Harry got on top of her body and pressed her down with his weight. His hand captured her waist while his face slowly inched closer to her, making her lower herself further and further down on the couch until she was fully lying flat on it.

Ruin her! Punish her! Fuck her until she moans my name. Harry suddenly thought. She's nothing but a toy.

It wasn't hard to guess anymore. Harry knew Voldemort was in his head at that moment. Those thoughts were the proof as he knew he wouldn't have been this brash.

"Tell me, Pansy. Has Draco ever touched you here?" Harry asked while groping her perky breast.

Pansy stared at Harry with confusion. "You still have time, Potter. I'll forget this if you stop."

"Don't you want to learn advanced potions from me?" Harry asked her. "Learn to make liquid luck, maybe?"

Pansy moistened her lips with her tongue, her legs clenching together, struggling around Harry's knees. "But…"

"This is normal, Pansy." Harry finally lowered his lips. "This is normal between two… opposite genders. You help me, and I help you in return."

"Hmm…" She didn't reply, pressing her lips together. There was a flushed look on her face and a suppressed delight. The calming draught had done wonders, a potion Harry had chosen meticulously for the day.

Finally, he hungrily kissed her lips. Sensually pushed her open and claimed her moistness, plundering the proud Slytherin girl. But there wasn't a lot of time as dinner would soon be served. So he pushed his knee up and teased her womanhood through the skirt.

Continuing the sweeping search into her mouth, he used both hands to unbutton her shirt and easily throw it open. Following that, he pushed the bra up to bunch it around her neck.

Being shirtless already, as soon as their skin touched and they shared the warmth, Pansy moaned.

But Harry only went wilder, quickly claiming her youthful pink tight beads and the very small areolas around them. He pinched them hard and pulled them, making her arch her back in pleasure from the enemy.

"Ah… Too hard…!" She cried steamily. "Slow down…"

I'm afraid I can't do that with someone like you. Harry thought and slid down on her body, claiming her pert mounds with his mouth. He nibbled on her pale pink pebbles, tugging it with his tongue and pulling it up with the gobbling suctions of his lips.

He sometimes bit until faint marks were left, turning her ivory flesh pale red. One first and then the other, he didn't go easy no matter how hard she moaned and cried out. But there was ecstasy apparent in her voice as she struggled to free her hands. However, the movement from her hands behind her back only presented her perky hills closer to Harry's face.

"P-Potter… Ah, ah, ugh…." She gritted his teeth, struggling with her arched neck and raised chest. She squirmed under his heavy body, nowhere to escape as he suckled her roughly.

But it was now time to satisfy the yearning in his loins. Without looking, he raised her skirt and bunched it around her waist. Then, he tugged his finger between the waistband of her panties and pushed them down all the way out of her legs.

His fingers didn't wait and probed her most secretive part. She was wet, drooling in passion as her tight petals felt like a fiery furnace. He felt a hint of curly hair, it being a sudden deviation of plans for both of them. But without a care, it pushed a finger into her molten need and delved deep.

"Oh! Haa… Harry!" She gasped in shock at the sudden intrusion. She came from an extremely conservative family, after all. Sex was not something usually talked about.

"Pansy…" Harry looked up at last while removing his pants and underwear, getting fully naked on top of her. "Are you a virgin?"

"What?!" She opened her eyes suddenly and looked down. To her horror, Harry was naked and amidst guiding his swollen shaft toward her agonizing slit. "Wait, Pott—Aaaah!"

The voice in his head didn't allow him to wait. With a quick motion, he placed his throbbing purple head on her fiery, wet nest and pushed in. His hardness squelched in with wet sounds, easily driving deep as much as possible.

"You're not," Harry smirked as he found no significant resistance other than tightness. "Someone's been naughty."

This is better. Harry felt and pounded deep into her core until his pelvis hit her under-thigh as she kept her legs raised against his knees. I'll plunder you, fuck you silly until you can't walk today.

Whose words were those? Harry didn't care.

With hard movements, rapidly, and savagely, he glided deep inside her pink delight and shoved his throbbing member in. His cock hungrily plundered the Slytherin beauty with no care. In and out, he fucked her wildly until her body rocked against his thrusts on the couch.

Sensing that Pansy wasn't resisting as her body answered his thrusting hips with wild abandon, arching against him, he moved his arms around her waist. He pulled her hips down to move even deeper with his arms, while his nimble finger tugged on the necktie around her wrist, freeing her hands.

Instead of pushing him away, her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, uncontrollably pulling him in, wanting him more and more.

"Ah, ah… oh mmmh." She moaned in abandon, eyes closed and mouth wide open. Her hair thrashed around just like her jiggling, creamy breasts.

"You like it?" Harry asked and leaned on top of her again. His body felt the smoother-than-silk texture of her flesh. He captured her mouth again, clutching her head with his lean, muscular arms wrapped around her.

Her fingers tickled and traced his sweaty abdomen, her nails teasing his skin, digging into his waist and back, as she craved him even more. Her eyes seemed dazed, drowning in his heavenly thrusts. She couldn't answer him, couldn't even moan as her mouth was filled with his probing tongue and hot saliva.

He began relentlessly pounding her tender slit. Pulling his cock back all the way until the tip before slamming it back in. There was no reduction to his speed, no change in pace. He went hard, driving into her even when both their bodies feverishly sweated.

"Oh, oh, oh… Fuck… Too fast… Calm dow…ah, ma… Fffff…" Pansy couldn't find the words to say. She moaned every word in his mouth with every moment of respite.

Harry stopped kissing her and relaxed his face beside her ear. His arms still remain wrapped around her head, his fingers firmly clenching on the ebony hair. He pulled them hard every time he grunted with a deeper pounding.

"Ugh… Feel it, Pansy. Harry Potter is inside you," Harry whispered into her ears. "Your enemy, a Gryffindor fucking you mercilessly. What would other Slytherins say if they found out? What would Draco say?"

"Aaaaa… D-don't stop!" Pansy cried, surprising Harry. She had given herself to the pleasure.

"Alright." Harry could feel he was nearing climax as she clenched him so hard it became tough even to plunge in.

Unbeknownst to him, she had already come twice, hence her current state of mind. All he knew was she was soaking wet, dripping all over as his cock, squelched and churned the slippery, silky, delightful juices inside her.

The nasty, wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh. The pure, innate, deep craving fulfilled. Harry gave no heed to how swollen her petals had become. His cock sought out pleasure and roughly plundered her slick core.

"Yessss… ohh… ah, ah… Potter… yeaas…" Pansy seemingly even forgot where she was and clawed her fingers on his back, pulling him onto her. She wanted it deeper and deeper, harder and rougher.

Plap! Plap!

Harry filled her sheath completely and finally felt the tickling sensation rise from the bottom of his pelvis, his toes curling in as her walls clenched him hard with heated need. He arched his back upwards as he lifted his torso with his arms to drive all the way deep into the junction of her wide, slutty, spread legs.

"Ugh… Fuck…" Harry cursed, a rare sight as he pumped the last few times.

He soared over the edge and spilled himself within her, drenching her sweltering, clenching walls with his seeds. But right then, he quickly pulled out and stroked his cock with his hand to let out a few last strokes of his white nectar on her heaving toned belly.

The heat slowly began to subside, and he looked down. The couch was drenched wet, and he noticed she had come a few times. The sight of her pink pussy, now swollen from his savage fucking pulsated as his cum dripped out.

"Harry Potter of Gryffindor fucked and spilled inside Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin," Harry muttered. "Sounds hot to me."

"What do you-uh…" Pansy muttered while still gasping for breath. Her body was flushed red from the rush of pleasure throughout.

Ke-Chak!

All of a sudden, a blinding flash obscured everything. Then another, and then a few more.

Pansy rubbed her eyes and opened them a few seconds later, only to find Harry aiming his camera at her.

"W-What are you doing?!" Horror struck her, and she realized she was wide open for those pictures. Her feminine core was widely visible with the leaking nectar, the sprinkles of white on her belly, and her achingly marked mounds.

Harry shrugged and placed the camera aside before leaning back on her body and pressing her down to exchange some warmth. He kissed her lips in an attempt to calm her down. "Nothing… Just the commemoration of our arousing deal. I'll teach you potions, and you'll… help me with my needs."

"Umm… But," She pulled her lips away from him. "The photos."

He pinched her chin with his fingers and looked at her aroused but shocked face. "Just for us… Pansy. Just for the two of us…"

She remained silent for a few seconds, and then, at last, kissed his lips on her own. "If you lie to me, I will kill you, Potter."

He chuckled and clenched her breasts with his hands. "With this to keep me happy, you got nothing to worry about, Pansy."

You will never escape this leash anymore, Parkinson. Harry kept his hidden thoughts deep within. You will be my trojan horse against Draco.

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Malfoy Manor,

Knock! Knock!

"You may enter." Voldemort sat by a table, formulating his plans, when the door opened, and a graceful figure walked in. Even he couldn't help but appreciate this beauty. "Just in time, Narcissa, my loyal hand."

There was tension in her steps and a strain in her muscles even when trying to faintly smile, appearing confident. She felt too vulnerable in her white shirt-like blouse with an open black coat and black shin-length skirt, hugging tightly around her waist. Her hair, neatly trimmed and adorning her face, increased the charm of the blonde beauty. No one would ever see her and think she was a mother.

What a pristine beauty. Voldemort looked at her from head to toe. The time has come to use your charms. That boy wishes to spoil Draco Malfoy's life. So be it.

"Narcissa, are you loyal to me?" He asked her dangerously, looking back at the table. "Lucius says you are. Yet you dared run away once I returned?"

"M-My Lord…" She stuttered in fear. "I merely went there to gather allies."

"Silence! Do not take me for a fool. Your disgraceful husband, the one I considered my most loyal, never came to look for me. I am deeply disappointed and in need of assurance." Voldemort flared up in anger and glared at the woman. "I require proof of loyalty."

Thud!

Narcissa fell to her knees in hopeless surrender. "Anything, My Lord. I shall do anything to prove that us Malfoys remain your most loyal."

"So be it." Voldemort stood up and walked to her, only stopping when her kneeling face was a foot away from his groin. He knew she expected him to use her for pleasure, and she had surrendered herself. But that was not his purpose.

"Harry Potter, that boy who continues to be a thorn in my plans. I have a task prepared for you—a task you must fulfill under an unbreakable vow… just like the one you made to protect your son."

Narcissa's eyes widened, and she gulped. She realized there was nothing hidden from the Dark Lord.

"I know." Voldemort extended his hand over to her and initiated the vow for her to accept, surprisingly not needing a witness. "Will you, Narcissa Malfoy, seduce Harry Potter until he surrenders himself in pleasure to you?"

Narcissa gasped that instant. Her heart raced in hopes of a miracle so she could escape. What the Dark Lord was asking her was far worse than being used by him. But did she have an option? Could Lucius save her? She knew the answer as tears slid down her eyes.

"I will."

"Will you go to any length, be it physical, mental, or emotional, to allure him?"

"I will."

"When given an opportunity, will you petrify him and bring him to me?"

"I-I… I will."

And with that, the vow was made. For her family, she made an immense trade. With gaze down; there was only fear in her heart. She knew it; if she could, she'd rip this demon apart.

But with the life of her husband and son on the line. She knew she was in no position to decline.

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