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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 22 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2020-09-02 16:31:49 +0000 UTCA/N: Alright, so next month's chapter will be the finale of Year One. After which, I'll post up a separate post asking people to decide what sort of Harry Potter fic they want me to write next to fill this monthly slot. I've decided we won't be going directly into Year Two, but we will revisit it eventually down the road.
Feel free to suggest ideas for smutty Harry Potter fics in the comments down below!
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“That move you pulled was amazing, Angelina!”
“You definitely won us the game with that, Captain!”
“Damn straight it was and damn straight I did! Bask in my glory, ladies!”
Harry can’t help but grin a little, even as he hears the voices of the Flying Vixens coming down the corridor towards the doors of the Girls Changing Room. When they step through and find him waiting for them there, they fall silent. But then, of course they do. Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell… really, they’ve been trying to get with him all year long. Or at the very least, their leader has been.
From the very first day, during the train ride, Angelina had been jonesing for a ride on that Potter cock. And yet, even though she’d made more than a few overtures, she’d been stymied at every turn, hadn’t she? Well, Harry hadn’t wanted to let his first year at Hogwarts come to a close without having some… fun.
To her credit, Angelina recovers quite quickly. It’s almost admirable, the way the Gryffindor Captain goes from shocked to sultry and seductive and all about that sass in mere moments.
“Heir Potter. What are you doing in here? This is the Girls Changing Room of the Gryffindor Locker Room. Which means you’re doubly trespassing, little Ravenclaw.”
Katie and Alicia back her up, of course. She’s their Captain, their leader, the one that makes them the Flying Vixens. Without her, they’d be nothing… though, perhaps that’s not fair to say. Perhaps Harry is just feeling uncharitable because the Gryffindor Team just got done beating Ravenclaw in the final Quidditch Match of the year, cementing their hold on the school Quidditch Cup.
Smiling right back at Angelina, Harry plants his hands on his hips and shrugs his shoulders.
“I suppose I could leave, if you want.”
“Incarcerous!”
In an instant, Angelina’s wand is up, dropping from her arm holster and into her hand. Magical rope flies out if it and wraps around Harry quite swiftly, locking him down and sending him back into the wall behind him with the force of the impact.
“Accio Harry Potter’s wand!”
That’s from Alicia, the other witch quickly picking up on her Captain’s plans. Katie draws her own wand as well, and a moment later she’s cast a muffling spell to give them privacy. In unison, the Flying Vixens stalk forward, almost like they’ve practiced it, managing to time the sway of their hips perfectly with one another as they strut towards him in their riding leathers.
It’s almost choreographed, but Harry knows better. They’re just that good, Gryffindor’s Chasers. They’ve worked day in night to become this synchronized with one another. They’re a team of three within the overall Gryffindor Quidditch Team, and it shows both on and off the field in everything they do.
Approaching, the beautiful, athletic, black witch at the front of the trio has a wicked smirk on her face.
“Now, now… did I say we wanted you to leave? Did something about what I said make you think you COULD leave? From what I’m seeing, we’ve got ourselves a trespasser. Tell me, Heir Potter, what made you think you could sneak into our changing room? Going to spy on us? Get a glimpse of our tight, fit bodies before the school year comes to a close?”
Harry makes no attempt to struggle or squirm as he looks right back into Angelina’s eyes. Even disarmed, he’s not worried.
“I thought the three of you could use a reward for your victory. After all, we all know you’ve been jonesing for my dick all year long, Johnson.”
Angelina stiffens a little at that, while both Alicia and Katie flush noticeably and glance down at his cock in unison, making their desire quite obvious. Only the Captain doesn’t lose her composure so easily, instead reaching out suddenly and pressing the heel of her palm into his crotch as she fondles him slowly.
“Hmm, I suppose we are do a sacrifice from the Ravenclaws, aren’t we girls? A tribute, to slake our insatiable pagan lusts on.”
Her eyes twinkle as she speaks, and both Alicia and Katie are quick to move in closer as well.
“You’re totally right, Captain.”
“I don’t see why we shouldn’t enjoy ourselves.”
All three women drop to their knees in unison, and Harry watches from his bound position as they work open his trousers and pull down his pants and boxers. His cock, only about half hard at this point, swings up to nearly smack Angelina personally in the face. But then, the Gryffindor Captain has had previous experience with his cock, so she’s not all that distracted by it. Alicia and Katie though… they’re a little taken aback by his size, and by the fact that they’re finally seeing his dick after all this time.
Which is why that’s the moment when Harry strikes. Wand? Who needs it! With a flex of his mental focus, he dispels the magical rope binding him in place. As it snaps and then furls away into nothingness, only Angelina looks even slightly ready to respond. Which is just too bad, because it’s Alicia that’s holding his wand. Snatching both his and her wands out of her limp grasp while she’s still recovering from the sight of his cock, Harry does a little bit of dual-wielding.
Angelina has her wand up and her mouth open, but is too late to stop his first Incarcerous and Accio combo from taking her wand and throwing her back across the nearest bench, bound down and gagged with a bit of the rope going right between her open lips and lodging betwixt her teeth. Katie, the only other witch who still has her wand, is similarly disarmed and bound, though she’s left on her knees, with her arms behind her back and her wrists and ankles subsequently tied together. She too is gagged.
Which in the end leaves just Alicia, who upon so easily losing both her wand and his stolen wand, has stumbled back onto her feet, mouth open and eyes wide in shock at how fast the tables have turned. Harry just grins and waves his still-hardening cock casually in her direction.
“C’mon now, Spinnet. I don’t bite… much. You want a taste, don’t you? How would you like the first taste?”
Alicia blushes and glances to her Captain. Angelina is howling at the injustice of it all, but thanks to the gag and her bondage, really isn’t getting anywhere. It’s clear that Harry’s silent, wandless magic is a fair bit stronger than hers. Meanwhile, Katie is even more flustered then she was before, and not even complaining. Instead she’s just staring longingly at Harry’s cock, only a foot away from her face.
Slowly, the only unbound Flying Vixen comes back over, and Harry grins as she kneels down and puts his cock in her mouth, not even hesitating once she’s made her decision. Like that, the trio’s loyalty for each other shatters, and all for his cock. To say Harry was honored would be an understatement. Chuckling, he looks over at Angelina and Katie.
“Well now, Alicia and I are going to have some fun, it would seem… I guess all that’s left for you two to decide is whether you want it or not when I’m done with her. If not, I’ll leave when we’re finished… it’ll be up to you both, in the end.”
Angelina glares at him angrily, but Harry just grins cockily back, unable to help himself. The School Year was coming to a close and he was going out with a bang. Besides, Gryffindor had thoroughly trounced Ravenclaw. It was a matter of House Pride that he have his way with the women who’d made that happen, now wasn’t it?
Guiding Alicia up and down his shaft, Harry lets out a pleased sigh. This… this was going to be fun.
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“Oh! Oh! Oh! F-Fuck! Fuck you, you b-bastard! Don’t stop, Merlin don’t stop! Fuck me HARDER!”
Harry grunts, having no intention of slowing down. Still, Angelina had quite the mouth on her, didn’t she? He was half-tempted to re-assign Katie to getting eaten out by the black witch, if only to shut Angelina up a little. But nah, where would the fun in that be? Katie’s earlier spell, the one that muffled sound coming out of the Changing Room… well, it was still in effect. So why not let Angelina shout and curse and scream, now that he’d removed his gag?
After Alicia had sucked him off for a bit, he’d taken the mocha-skinned beauty and pulled her up onto her feet. Vanishing her Quidditch Leathers had left her naked and sweaty, but Harry quite liked the aroma that she was producing. It was very earthy, very… heady. Either way, he wasn’t about to make her take a shower when her two compatriots were just as sweaty and smelly, and his cock was this hard.
Instead, he’d made her even sweatier by spinning her around and making her and Angelina lock eyes as he fucked her bent over from behind. Standing up, Alicia had been pushed forward even as Harry had grabbed her by her wrists and pulled her hands behind her back. And then he’d started fucking her and he’d fucked her hard, plowing into her and causing her to yelp and jolt with every jarring thrust into her cunt.
She’d tried to apologize to Angelina then, but it turned out apologies came out a little insincere when you’re climaxing your brains out through them. It didn’t matter how many times Alicia tried to tell Angelina she was sorry, when she was cumming around Harry’s cock every half minute like clockwork. Eventually though, Harry finished inside of her and moved on.
Not that Alicia was allowed to dally once he was done with her. As he moved to Katie, he conscripted Alicia to be his assistant. After Katie agreed, of course. Not that that was ever in doubt, the only white member of the Flying Vixens was all too eager for his cock by the time he got around to her, having gotten to watch him fuck Alicia even as she was unable to so much as touch herself. Once Harry removed the gag from her mouth, he’d asked her what she wanted, and she’d begged for his cock quite easily.
So he’d given it to her, face fucking the pale white Chaser for a little while for good measure, and having Alicia eat her out down betwixt her thighs to get her nice and ready. Then, he’d enhanced his physical strength and lifted Katie up into the air, bound form and all. Just like Alicia, she’d ended up facing the bound and gagged form of her Team Captain as he impaled her on his cock.
Unlike Alicia, Katie didn’t really try to apologize. There might have been one ‘sorry’ in there at the beginning, but the rest of the time it was just Katie confessing how good he was, how good he felt, how big his cock was inside of her cunny. And yeah, that was her word for it. Katie Bell was an unrepentant slut where Alicia had been more apologetic.
If anything though, it’s almost like Katie not being that sorry made Angelina less mad at her… or perhaps desire was just overtaking pleasure by that point. Either way, she watched as he fucked Katie right in front of her, her eyes never leaving the sight. Eventually, Harry finished in Katie as he did in Alicia. Now admittedly, he was starting to feel it a little bit, but of course he wasn’t going to let Angelina know that.
Instead, he’d asked her what she wanted to do, removing the gag from her mouth and giving her the choice. Needless to say, she hadn’t been happy about it, but she’d demanded he fuck her too, and that’s where they were now. Angelina might be as crass as all hell, but she definitely didn’t want him to stop, and frankly Harry didn’t want to stop either.
The Gryffindor Team Captain had the tightest, most athletic body that he’d ever fucked, if he was being honest. Even Alicia and Katie, for all of their exercise and discipline, couldn’t match their leader. Fucking Angelina… it was like riding a bucking bronco, in a way. She was pissed and he might have signed his death warrant, but honestly the whole experience was so damn exhilarating. He wouldn’t change what he’d done for the world.
“I’m getting close, Angelina. Where do you want it? Where do you want my cum?”
Angelina’s eyes widen for a moment at that, and her teeth click as her mouth clamps shut in the middle of her latest diatribe. Harry raises an eyebrow at her.
“Really? Is this the hill you want to die on?”
To be fair, he hadn’t made Alicia or Katie ask him before he came inside. Still, if Angelina wasn’t going to tell him where to cum… well, that just meant he could do whatever he wanted, now didn’t it? Grinning, Harry thrusts into the gorgeous black witch a few more times, enjoying the way her titties bounce and jiggle and her six pack clenches and flexes along with her cunt walls.
Then, right as his orgasm arrives, he pulls out and paints her chocolate-colored skin with his white frosting. His creamy glaze spurts out all across Angelina’s body, making her shout somewhat angrily. Clearly she hadn’t thought he’d do this, but Harry doesn’t let up, not even for a moment. He covers the Gryffindor Team Captain in his cum and only once he’s done does he pull back and admire the work of art he’s created.
“… I’m going to get you back for this, Harry.”
Angelina’s tenor is low and dangerous as she glares at him through the one tendril of cum that had managed to reach up far enough to hit her face. Harry just grins and shrugs.
“Sounds like fun, Angelina. I can’t wait. As for the time being… well, I suppose you two will want to clean up, won’t you? Go on then, show your Captain some love.”
Angelina scowls but doesn’t try to stop Alicia and Katie from bringing their tongues down on her sweaty, cum-covered flesh. As the two more submissive Chasers do as they’re told, Harry can definitely tell that next year with Angelina will be FUN. She’s definitely not going to let this one go, she’ll come back with a vengeance. Though…
“Hey, Angelina. Congratulations on the victory.”
His tone is honest and forthright, and for a moment, Angelina grins happily, before it morphs into something vicious that’s all teeth.
“Thanks, Harry. See you next year~”
Chuckling at both the jovial AND threatening tones warring for supremacy in her voice, Harry leaves the bound witch behind with Alicia and Katie, all three of their wands dropped on the floor next to the door of the Changing Room on his way out. He figured that the more submissive members of the Flying Vixens would be too busy licking their leader clean for a while to come after him any time soon.
And as it turned out, he’d be right. He doesn’t get accosted that night, nor for the rest of the school year. Whatever Angelina is planning for retribution, it WILL likely come next year. Frankly, Harry can hardly wait. Regardless, exams come and go, and soon enough it’s the final day at Hogwarts, the Express coming to pick them all up after the Closing Feast the next morning.
Meanwhile, THAT morning, Hermione approaches him, a smile on her lips.
“Harry.”
Chuckling, Harry inclines his head.
“Hermione.”
“I want to thank you for all you’ve done for me this year, Harry. So tonight… it’s going to be just you, me, and someone else. But I want it to be a surprise so… pick a House.”
Harry lifts an eyebrow at that.
“Pick a House?”
Smiling coyly, the brunette bookworm’s eyes are sparkling as she nods.
“Yep. Pick a House. Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. Choose where you want our… guest to come from, and I’ll make it happen.”
Side-eyeing her, Harry wonders just who she’s thinking of. There are the obvious options, of course. But it’s also possible Hermione has made some inroads with members of the other Houses that Harry didn’t this year. Hm, just who was behind each door? Well, Hermione certainly wasn’t going to tell him… so he had to choose blindly, and see what happened, it seemed.
Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin… just who was he going to have join his and Hermione’s final threesome of their first year at Hogwarts?
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I could see a funny story about Draco taking the polyjuice potion to investigate Harry/Gryffindor undercover since the sleeping chambers only disallow males from visiting the girls dorms and not vice versa. Only for him to fall in love and later change the potion ingredients to make the change permanent. Harry never finds out "Drake" is really Draco.
