Chapter 17

The room was dimly lit, cold stone walls giving the space an almost oppressive feel, but Harry felt a thrill at the scene before him. Parvati and Hermione were standing opposite each other, tension thick between them as they exchanged icy glares. Ron stood awkwardly to the side, clearly uncomfortable and confused by the whole situation. Harry couldn't help but grin as he clapped his hands sharply, pulling their attention to him.

"Alright, enough bickering," Harry said, stepping into the center of the room. "We're here to do something important." His tone was casual, but there was an edge of command to it that silenced whatever argument had been brewing.

Ron scratched the back of his head, looking between Parvati and Hermione. "Harry, what the hell are we doing?" he asked, his voice shaky, unsure.

Harry gave him a reassuring smile, though his eyes glinted with something more. "No one's going to hurt you, Ron. We're just… testing a theory." He gestured toward Ron's waist. "Take off your pants."

Ron blushed fiercely, hesitating. "What?" he stammered. "Why?"

"Trust me," Harry said, his voice soft but firm. "Nobody's going to laugh at you. Just… do it."

Ron looked at Harry, then at the girls, his face flushing deep red before he reluctantly started undoing his belt. His hands fumbled as he pushed his pants down, revealing his member, soft and small against his leg. Hermione and Parvati both stared, curious. It was different from Harry's. Softer, somehow, like it was withdrawing into itself.

Harry nodded at Parvati. "Come forward," he said, guiding her with a motion of his hand. "On your knees."

Parvati didn't need any convincing. She was eager, more than willing, and she dropped down in front of Ron, licking her lips. Ron shifted uncomfortably, his hands moving to cover himself, but Harry gave him a sharp look.

"Let her do it," Harry ordered, his voice low, almost soothing. "She's going to help you get it up."

Ron looked at Parvati, her eager eyes fixed on his soft cock, then back at Harry, still unsure. "But why, mate? Why are we even doing this?"

Harry sighed, realizing Ron needed a more hands-on approach. "Fine. You want to know why? I'll show you." Without any hesitation, he undid his own pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was already half-hard, and he turned to Hermione with a grin. "Come here."

Hermione didn't need asking twice. She moved quickly, her eyes shining with anticipation. Harry grabbed her by the waist, hiking up her skirt and shoving himself into her from behind with a grunt. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and he reached around, pulling her chin to meet his for a deep, messy kiss as he started thrusting.

Ron stared, dumbfounded, while Parvati watched with wide eyes. Harry moved fast, driving into Hermione with sharp, hard thrusts, his breath hot against her neck as he grunted into her ear. It didn't take long—he wasn't trying to impress anyone right now. He finished quickly, groaning as he filled Hermione with a final thrust. Then, without a word, he pulled out, his cock slick and wet.

He looked down at Parvati, who was still on her knees, her mouth slightly open. "Clean us both," he said, his voice commanding.

Parvati didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her lips wrapping around Harry's cock, cleaning him off with eager strokes of her tongue before turning her attention to Hermione, licking up Harry's cum from between her legs, her tongue flicking across Hermione's folds with an almost reverent focus. Hermione moaned softly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Harry turned back to Ron. "That's what's supposed to happen," he said, his voice calm, like he was explaining a simple fact. "But for some reason, you and other blokes… you don't get hard the same way. We're trying to figure out why."

Ron nodded slowly, his eyes flicking from Harry to Parvati, who was now wiping her mouth. He looked down at his own cock, still soft, still limp. Parvati looked at it, then at Harry, waiting for the next command.

"Go ahead, Parvati," Harry said, motioning to Ron. "See if you can get him hard."

Parvati didn't need telling twice. She leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around Ron's cock as she started sucking, her hand stroking him slowly, trying to coax some life into it. Ron groaned, shifting uncomfortably as she worked him over, her lips moving up and down, but there was no change. His cock stayed small, barely responding to her efforts.

Harry stood back with Hermione, watching, waiting. But nothing happened. Ron's cock remained soft in Parvati's mouth, despite her best efforts. Parvati kept going, her hands rubbing her own body as she tried to get something, anything, from Ron's member, but after a while, she stopped, panting.

"My jaw hurts," she complained, rubbing her cheek.

Harry sighed, motioning for her to stop. "Alright, that's enough." He turned to Ron. "What did you feel?"

Ron shrugged, still blushing. "It felt good for a few seconds, but then… I don't know. It just went away. Like I lost it."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, turning to Hermione. "Write that down," he said, his voice sharp. Hermione quickly grabbed her quill, jotting down notes as Ron watched, still embarrassed.

"Alright," Harry said, waving his hand dismissively. "You two can go."

Ron pulled his pants back up, mumbling a quick goodbye as he and Hermione left the room, leaving Harry alone with Parvati. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft scrape of fabric as Harry began stripping off his clothes, his mind somewhere else entirely.

Parvati was quick to follow his lead, slipping out of her own clothes, her eyes locked onto Harry as she waited for him to make the next move. Harry looked at her, but there was no passion in his gaze, just calculation. He got himself hard, more out of habit than desire, and without a word, he pushed her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs.

He entered her smoothly, her wetness making the slide easy, but he didn't bother with the usual teasing or buildup. He fucked her mechanically, his body moving on autopilot as his mind turned over the problem with Ron, with the other men. Why wasn't it working? What was blocking their pleasure?

Parvati moaned beneath him, her hands clawing at his back, but Harry barely registered it. He moved quickly, efficiently, his focus elsewhere. When she finally came, her body shaking as she clenched around him, he followed suit, finishing inside her with a final thrust. He leaned down, sucking one of her tits into his mouth, but even that felt perfunctory.

When it was over, Parvati dressed quickly, smiling up at him with a satisfied look before leaving. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Something was off. Something was stealing the pleasure from other men, right when it was supposed to build. But what?

He left the room in a daze, heading back toward Gryffindor Tower, his thoughts spinning, when he heard something—shouting, then a muffled cry. He paused, listening closely, and heard the unmistakable sound of someone sobbing.

Rounding a corner, he found Millicent Bulstrode sitting against a wall, her face buried in her knees, her shoulders shaking as she cried. Several girls were walking away, laughing and muttering under their breath.

"You idiot whore," one of them sneered. "Trying to ruin Harry's fun? You're lucky we don't use that potion on you, too."

They spat at her and left, leaving Millicent alone in the corridor. Harry stood there for a moment, debating whether to just walk away. He didn't want to deal with Millicent's drama. But something stopped him.

He approached her quietly, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone floor. "Why do you keep doing this?" he asked, his voice soft, but filled with curiosity. "If they treat you like this, and I don't like it… why bother?"

Millicent sniffled, lifting her head just enough to look at him. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. "My brother…" she whispered, her voice hoarse. "He was just like you. Showing off for everyone. Until one day, my own mother made him drink the potion."

Harry frowned, leaning against the wall next to her. "The potion?"

Millicent nodded, wiping at her eyes. "The same one they're trying to use on you." She hesitated, her voice shaking. "I heard them. The girls who were watching you swim in the lake… they're gathering ingredients. They're going to try to use it on you, Harry."

A cold anger settled in Harry's chest, anger at the girls, anger at himself for scolding Millicent earlier when she was just trying to protect him. He reached out a hand to her, helping her to her feet. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I was wrong. I'll be your friend, but… I won't help you like that."

Millicent shook her head, a weak smile breaking through her tears. "I don't like men, Harry."

Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Fair enough."

They walked together in silence for a while, Harry escorting her to the entrance of the Slytherin common room. As they parted, they exchanged a brief, awkward joke, lightening the mood before Harry made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, his mind still racing.

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