Chapter 99: Incentive(Tracey Davis from Harry Potter)

In the spirit of Inner House Unity, Potions class partners were randomly drawn for this term. Tracey knew she wasn't going to get someone in the Slytherin house. She and Daphne worked as a tandem pretty well, but she supposed it wouldn't be too bad to mix things up.

Tracey had gotten Harry Potter as a partner for Potions Class, who wasn't known as being the best student in Potions Class. The fifth year Slytherin wasn't an idiot though, far from it, she was in the top five of her year in Potions, and got pretty good marks in the other classes as well. She saw the main problem was the fact Harry didn't have the right incentive to do well in Potions class.

Snape didn't like Harry because of some old grudge he had against James Potter. No one quite knew why, but Tracey suspected it was something petty. Tracey and some other Slytherins thought it was borderline childish to keep an old rivalry going based on what happened years ago, and when the man in question was dead.

Regardless, Tracey suspected Harry wasn't as good as he could be in Potions. She looked back through the records. Lily Evans was one of the top students of her year in Potions, and James Potter was pretty damn good. There were other areas Harry shined in, like his mother did, like Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Potions was one area which he had a very unfortunate blind spot in.

Tracey got sorted in the Slytherin house for a very good reason. She was able to make a plan, scheme with the best of them. And she knew what she had to do to make sure Harry met with her.

She just hoped Harry would meet a Slytherin, and had not been poisoned against them. Tracey hated Draco Malfoy with every fiber of her being, because he made such a spectacle out of himself and inspired a lot of the hatred the rest of the school had Slytherin. Draco and the spawn of the pardoned Death Eaters were most certainly the most vocal, and made people think Slytherin were Death Eaters.

'Bloody wanker,' Tracey thought.

The brunette Slytherin stood around, dressed in the standard white blouse. She had a button unbuttoned and the tie hanging between her breasts to draw attention to them. Her skirt fit around her hips, it was actually last year's uniform. Sheer white stockings covered her shapely legs.

Tracey turned around and saw Harry walking towards the unused classroom. He carried a bag.

For a brief moment, Harry's eyes had been drawn to the skin-tight uniform covering Tracey's body. He managed to shake his head and clear his throat.

Tracey just simply smirked. She was glad she got Harry's attention, now keeping it was another matter entirely.

"Davis," Harry said in a calm voice.

"Hello, Potter," Tracey said. "We've been chosen to be partners in Potions class this year and…..I know you're not too fond of this, and I'm really not too fond of it either, but it's the hand we've been dealt with. And your Potion skills leave a lot to be desired."

Harry blinked and could not believe how blunt Tracey was in her words. She wasn't done though, far from it.

"It's almost like you haven't read Horace Slughorn's rudimentary guide to Potions," Tracey said.

"What?" Harry asked. "Why haven't I heard about this?"

"Well, it's a book which every pureblood is expected to read," Tracey said. "And it's assigned on the school list to the Muggleborn students."

Harry didn't know of such a book.

"Ah, I see," Tracey said, picking up on it immediately. "You're of magical blood, so they neglected the assign the book to you as an oversight.

There had been a lot of oversights involving Harry, he bitterly noted. There was a lot of information many people took for granted which would have been useful. Harry supposed he only had himself to blame, but they should not have assumed he knew everything just because of the scar on his forehead.

"And now, I'm going to explain to you the most simple part of Potions, it's all about relaxing," Tracey said. "If you're not relaxed, if you're angry, or frustrated, or nervous, your performance is going to suffer."

Tracey leaned closer towards Harry, pointing her cleavage directly towards Harry's face. Harry's eyes had been drawn to it.

"And I'm going to help you get relaxed," Tracey said. "If we're going to be partners this year in Potions, we're going to have to learn to trust each other. I know, you don't like Slytherins, because of what Draco Malfoy and a few other obnoxious jerks can be. However, I can assure you not all of us are like that. We can be pretty cunning, but it's not maliciously so."

Tracey touched a finger down Harry's cheek and smiled.

"Kiss me," Tracey said.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Oh, come on, you're Harry Fucking Potter," Tracey said. "You've fought trolls, dragons, basilisks, and you've dealt with Ronald Weasley's deplorable table manners. You can't tell me you're scared to kiss a girl."

Harry spent some time looking towards Tracey, her face was gorgeous, with dark eyebrows, and bright brown eyes. Her thick, juicy lips were so kissable, and Harry imagined them doing other things, other than kissing. He looked towards Tracey, wondering, if it was possible.

"Some Gryffindor you are," Tracey said.

Finally, something inside Harry rose up. After the year he was having so far, topped off with someone dressing a toad in pink and calling her a woman, Harry could not resist. He grabbed Tracey by the arms and shoved his mouth onto hers. He kissed her.

Tracey grabbed onto Harry's shoulder to continue to encourage him to deepen the kiss. And it was quite the kiss. Tracey's hands grabbed Harry's shoulder and kissed him even harder. She drank in the power surrounding him.

His upbringing might have left him rather ignorant to some traditions of the magical world, and she was sure being in Gryffindor kept him sheltered just as much, with the people he surrounded himself with. Tracey vowed to do her duty as a witch and educate Harry Potter on the things he really needed to go.

The two of them pulled away with puffy, swollen lips. Tracey undid Harry's robes and slid them down before going down and working his trousers.

"I see what they say about wizards and magical power is true."

Tracey pulled Harry's trousers down over his ankle. Harry watched when the brunette dropped down to her knees.

"Davis, what are you…"

"I'm relaxing you, dunderhead," Tracey said. "I told you, if you want to be able to excel in Potions, you need to relax."

Tracey started to rub Harry's thighs and she moved up to cup his balls, before starting to slowly stroke his shaft.

"Your cock is so nice," Tracey said. "So, thick, so veiny…I'm going to suck it hard….and you're going to feel so fucking good."

Harry could not believe a hot Slytherin was on her knees before him. Her warm lips parted around Harry's hard cock and shoved around them. Her lips worked down around him.

Tracey was pleased to feel Harry's hands exploring her hair, running his fingers down it. He certainly was pretty repressed, but Tracey aimed to help fix it. She worked her lips around Harry's massive, throbbing tool.

"Damn, you're so good," Harry said.

She figured Harry didn't have anything to compare it to, but Tracey thought her oral skills were pretty good, although this was the first actual cock she wrapped her lips around. Her tongue got plenty of a workout between Daphne and her younger sister, Astoria.

Harry experienced sensations far more wonderful than anything he had ever received in his wife. Tracey Davis sucked his cock rather hard and on the list of things Harry expected when going to meet with the Slytherin, this was very low on the list to be honest.

She pulled away from Harry's cock and squeezed it with a smile. Harry groaned.

"Not yet, big boy," Tracey said. "You're getting me hot and bothered….you don't mind if you let me get a little bit more comfortable?"

Harry shook his head and didn't mind at all to be honest. Tracey rose to her feet and undid her blouse the rest of the way. Harry saw a pair of round, succulent breasts exposed to him encased in a very lacy black bra. He moved down to show her toned stomach which was the evident of her working out.

"Touch me," Tracey begged him.

Harry reached over and squeezed her bra clad breasts. Tracey moaned, liking what she saw.

"You want more of them, take it…it unclips in the back."

Tracey wondered how long it would take for him to figure out how to unclip her bra. From what she heard, the bra clip in the back baffled a lot of wizards. All Tracey would have to do is wait to see what would happen next. She looked behind her and saw Harry's questing hand reach behind her.

Harry unclipped her bra and allowed it to drop down to the ground.

'A wizard who actually can figure out the workings of a bra? Oh yes, he's a keeper.'

Two succulent jugs appeared before Harry's consumption. Tracey's body was tanned and beautiful, without any lines. Harry reached over and cupped Tracey's breasts in his hand, feeling them up, exploring them.

"Go ahead, touch them, feeling them, anything that it takes to get you nice and relaxed."

Tracey pushed Harry's face in between her breasts and he started to suck on them. The Slytherin reached between her legs and started to rub herself. Harry really managed to figure out what spots she liked to be sucked and fondled, and attacked them. His hands also reached around to cup her ass through her skirt.

"That can be yours, too," Tracey moaned.

Deep down within Harry's mild mannered demeanor, there was a sexual stallion just ready to burst out and take what he wanted. Tracey was glad she played some small part in dragging out this quality from Harry. He kissed her nipple, taking it into his mouth.

"Harry, sometimes it's custom to return the favor of a witch after she sucks your cock…so lower….lower….perfect."

Tracey intended to tutor him on potions, but this was much more practical. Plus, if she could get him relaxed and willing to learn, then the Potions would kind of work themselves.

Harry pulled back the thin strip of fabric, and pulled back Tracey's panties. He looked at her pubic hair which had been shaved in a lightning bolt. Harry raised his eyebrow when looking at Tracey.

"It's a very popular style," Tracey admitted. "But, before you go down on me, I'd like you to close your eyes, and think….imagine if my pussy was a snake you were talking to. Then I want you to stick your tongue in there, and talk to my pussy."

Harry had been surprised at this request.

"Is this supposed to be relaxing?" Harry asked.

"Trust me, it will be, for the both of us."

Tracey hoped her theory was right, because if it was, then every Slytherin girl would never give Harry a moment's of piece.

Harry's tongue parted Tracey's moist lips and slipped inside her heated mound. Tracey gasped the moment Harry poked his tongue inside of her and it started to shift around. It rattled, and it vibrated.

"OOOH, SO FUCKING GOOD!"

Tracey's wet cunt squeezed Harry's tongue and he lapped up her juices. He started to speak, just anything which came to mind.

"You taste so good," Harry managed to hiss out, before doing the Alphabet, backwards, when eating her out.

Tracey started to thrash on the bed. Harry gave her pussy quiet the work out. His tongue stretched to areas where even Daphne could not go, and she was a good pussy eater, very good in fact.

"Morgana's dripping snatch, you're fucking amazing!" Tracey yelled.

Harry went down on Tracey who was screaming her head off from what he was doing. He shifted a tongue deeper inside of Tracey and kept licking her, making her feel really good.

He finished going down on Tracey, and pulled away from her. His face dripped with her juices. Harry wiped them up his face and tasted them. He looked down at the bed and down at Tracey, who looked up towards him with a devious grin on her face.

"There's only one thing you need to do, and we both know it," Tracey told Harry. I want you to take that big cock and fuck my brains out. Please, do it, you know you want to!"

Harry moved over towards Tracey and her pussy was ready for him. He leaned towards her, and put his hands on Tracey. His cock slid against Tracey's warm, willing slit. He gained a bit more daring.

"Just take it slow, because my pussy has never taken anything that big in there," Tracey said. "Unless, I tell you to fuck me hard, and then you better fuck me hard."

Harry smiled when lining up with Tracey.

"If I didn't know any better, you brought me here just to seduce me, and to have bragging rights of being my first," Harry said.

There had been a couple of times where Harry had come close to getting with someone, but someone always came by to ruin the mood. This time, Harry was at the edge of her pussy, ready.

"I've put charms around this room, no one is walking in until I'm done with you," Tracey said.

Harry took her word for it and also took the plunge inside her moist, wet snatch. Her tight cunt gripped Harry when he moved one inch at a time.

Tracey really wished she measured Harry's long cock, but she was pretty sure it was significantly above average. She wrapped her legs around him and her answered this daring little play by rubbing them.

"Davis, your legs are so soft," Harry said.

"I know," Tracey said. "Daphne says the same thing."

"As in Greengrass….are the two of you…"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Tracey asked. "Just fuck my brains out….I better lose some bloody IQ points for how hard you fuck me!"

Harry smiled at her words, and plunged his throbbing rod inside of the witch's heavenly sheath. Every time she squeezed him, Harry could feel something, a rush of energy, surging through his loins. He worked up and drove down inside of her.

"Yes, more, give me everything," Tracey begged him.

Harry most certainly wasn't one who would back down from a request. He cupped Tracey's magnificent breasts in his hands and gave them a squeeze. Tracey closed her eyes and legs around Harry, drawing him deeper inside of her. Harry deepened the thrusts with his balls rocking against her moist cunt.

"Right there, more, more baby, just more, a lot more!" Tracey begged Harry.

Harry smiled when shoving his thick rod inside of her. He wanted her pussy to hug him so tight, so he could feel it all night.

"You really like my cock," Harry said.

"What witch in her right mind wouldn't?" Tracey asked.

The two of them met together. Harry rocked himself down onto the desk and buried his thick, throbbing manhood inside of Tracey's pussy. She looked up towards him.

"Damn, Davis, are you in heat?" Harry asked.

"Call me, Tracey, you're fucking my pussy, we're on a first name basis, I think," Tracey said. "Oh sweet Morgana, I've never came this hard."

Harry didn't need Tracey to tell him that. Her hot walls collapsed around him.

"Harry, keep it up, don't you dare stop, don't you stop until you cum inside me," Tracey said.

She was on a potion, at least she thought she was. Tracey couldn't really recall anything with those throbbing hard balls bouncing off her gates. Tracey rose up further off of the table.

Harry wasn't intending to stop. She was like a drug, he had to indulge in. More thrusts inside of her body. He leaned up and kissed down her neck, while also pleasuring other parts of her body. His mouth returned to Tracey's breasts, taking them deep into his mouth.

Tracey gasped when Harry sent a few miniature climaxes through her body.

"Hope you're relaxed, baby," Tracey said. "Let all that tension out, please."

Harry's long rod penetrated, spearing deep inside of her body. Tracey could feel him stuff her. Her walls closed around Harry. Her feet rested at the small of Harry's back to encourage him.

"See all that tension built up, you need to get that treated," Tracey said. "It's what's making you so stressed out, but I can help you out, trust me."

Harry trusted Tracey. He aimed inside her pussy, with Tracey squeezing him so hard and fast. The two of them connected together with a pleasurable example.

"Yes, I know, and do you really want me to go all the way?"

"Yes, and more."

Tracey raked Harry's back and almost collapsed in a state of fitful pleasure. Harry's hands were everywhere at once, stimulating her body down to the nerve endings. She wondered if the Boy-Who-Lived knew exactly what I did to her.

"In me, I need your cum inside me."

Every time a wizard came inside a witch, it gave them a slight boost, or an even greater one, depending on how powerful he was. The untapped raw power inside of Harry would be a treat, as he continued to drive into Tracey, ramming inside her, and fucking her pretty raw.

Harry pushed his body onto her beautiful tanned body. He drank in the beautiful sight of the mewling goddess before him. Slytherins weren't so bad, especially when they were like Tracey, and maybe a few others.

So, maybe this school unity thing would be pretty good after all.

"I'm getting….oooh…"

Harry's magic held him back from cumming until the right time. Tracey exploded into a gusher around his cock and lubricated him. The path cleared for Harry to fire an immense load inside of Tracey's womb.

Tracey orgasmed hard with Harry absent mindedly playing with her legs and kissing her nipples, worshiping them like they were some divine entity. What really set her off was Harry attacking the spot on the side of her neck. Tracey gushed and relaxed Harry.

"Here it comes, oh baby, here it comes, right there!"

Harry's entry into Tracey's room was uninhibited, and the wizard expelled his seed inside her. The two teenage lovers went back and forth, with Harry expelling his seed inside of her.

The two of them pulled away from each other. Tracey rubbed her belly, and moved down to see how her thighs were sticky, along with the desk.

"I'd like to meet you every day before break on Potions, so we can get you nice and relaxed before class," Tracey said. "And if you perform well….in Potions, I'll make it worth your while."

"What do you have in mind?" Harry asked.

"Well, that would be telling," Tracey said. "But, I'm sure you'll like it."

Tracey smiled and kissed Harry on the lips. She could not wait to tell Daphne about her little tryst with Harry Potter.

Granted, Tracey wouldn't rub it in Daphne's face she got a piece of Harry before she did.

Okay, maybe a little bit.

End.