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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 7 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2019-07-10 18:39:41 +0000 UTCA/N: Here we are with the next chapter! As I said before, going to be inserting 'Interlewds' into this story every few chapters~
Hope you all enjoy!
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Looking between Hannah and Susan, one of them dressed like a dominatrix and the other bound and gagged and looking absolutely ravishing (or perhaps ravish-able would be the better word) Harry knows what he wants to do. Directing a somewhat cocky grin in Hannah’s direction, Harry tilts his head to the side and gestures with his free hand, the one not holding a wand at the moment.
“I accept your challenge. We’ll settle the manner of ownership by duel, as you said.”
Hannah’s reaction is an interesting one. Outwardly, she looks disappointed, even as her jaw firms up and a look of determination spreads across her face. But at the same time, Harry can’t help but wonder at the slight gleam in her blue eyes. There’s almost something akin to… excitement in that gaze of hers.
“Very well then. Get dressed and I will prepare Susan for the… trip.”
Harry lifts an eyebrow at that but senses no falsehood in her words. Besides, attacking an Heir to an Ancient and Noble House like his, hell, luring him into a trap like this could be construed to be… Hannah wouldn’t risk the consequences associated with such an act. With nothing to fear, Harry begins getting dressed, even as he watches Hannah pull out her wand and begin working Susan over.
The ropes holding Susan down on the bed unfurl, and then wrap around the red head all over again. The gag in her mouth pulls away and slips down into the collection of writhing rope bondage across her pale flesh. Another flick of Hannah’s wand has a set of Hufflepuff Robes floating out of Susan’s closet, and said robes move over the hovering witch’s body, until Susan is all nice and covered up.
She’s no longer restrained or gagged, but all three of them know what lies beneath those robes. All three of them know just what sort of which Susan is, and she keeps quiet, a blush on her face and her head down in obvious subservience as they finally exist Susan’s room, heading out through the common room and into Hogwarts itself.
Harry is curious to see where Hannah takes the two of them, but not so curious that he’s going to ask questions of the witch he’ll soon be dueling. It’s not exactly life and death, to be fair. If he wins, he apparently gets Susan Bones… which would be a rather nice boon, though he doesn’t think it’s quite as deep as some magical bonds can go. Nor does he want it to be. Owning Susan sexually is fine… enslaving her to his will is something Harry is a little leery of going through with.
Regardless, if he loses, then he loses, and Hannah and Susan go back to whatever it was they were doing before. Harry is alright with that, really. That doesn’t mean he’s going to go into this unprepared though. Even as they walk, Harry is splitting his attention between following behind Hannah and going over a list of spells in his mind. He finds himself fingering his wand somewhat where it lies within his sleeve, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice.
Honestly, he’s interested to see what a fight with an unknown witch like Hannah Abbott will entail. On the one hand, she’s a Hufflepuff, and there is a bit of a stereotype there. On the other, while Sirius might have been all too happy to play up the House Stereotypes to Harry while he was growing up (Slytherins are a bunch of snakes, Ravenclaws are a bunch of nerds, Hufflepuffs are a bunch of wimps, Gryffindor is where it’s at!) Aunt Andromeda hadn’t been nearly so… lax.
And more than once, she’d given Sirius a right talking to, reprimanding the man for filling Harry’s head with what she called ‘inane nonsense’. So yes, Harry didn’t have any preconceived notions about what Hannah would be capable of. Or at least, he wasn’t willing to let any of those preconceived notions bias him against her in this upcoming fight. He would expect a hard, rough battle, and he would plan accordingly.
Hannah leads him and Susan all the way up to the Seventh Floor, and then, she begins to walk back and forth along the corridor, leaving Harry more than a little confused as he follows her. He’s just about to ask what the hell is going on as they make their third pass down the corridor, when suddenly, Hannah stops in front of a door that definitely hadn’t been there before.
“… What is that?”
Looking over at him, Hannah grins as she grabs the door handle and pushes it open. Beyond the door, Harry can see an empty dueling room, filled with practice equipment and the like.
“This? This is the Room of Requirement. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard of it, they’re thinking about adding another one to every floor, given how much use this one sees after the remodel made it so that multiple people can use it at once.”
She steps through, and Susan follows, leaving Harry frowning but forced to step inside as well. Why DIDN’T he know about this? Tonks was holding out on him, wasn’t she?!
“Anyways, this is where we’ll have our duel, so long as you have no objections. Out of the way and private, so that neither of us have to suffer too much… embarrassment.”
Once again, there’s an odd glint in Hannah’s eye as she speaks, and Harry finds himself a bit more wary of what the blonde witch’s intentions might be. Still, he takes up his position at one side of the dueling ring and nods, letting his wand fall into his hand.
“Ready when you are, Abbot.”
Hannah smirks slightly at that, and nods to Susan, who takes that as her cue to step off to the side and sit down on a small cot. There seemed to be a sleeping area to the dueling room as well, perhaps for naps or just for anyone who ended up needing a rest after getting their ass kicked. That’s where Susan makes her home, even as the red head watches Harry and Hannah face off.
There are no words exchanged between them, as they meet each other in the middle of the dueling stage. Neither insults the other by asking if they know how to start a formal duel. They’ve both been taught such things by this point. Lifting their wands up, the two of them both bow and then turn away, walking several paces, before whirling about and beginning right then and there.
“Expelliarmus!”
Hannah’s first spell flies through the air, even as Harry, rather than starting offensive, begins with a silent Protego. The shielding charm easily knocks Hannah’s spell aside, and then he moves in, casting his own retaliatory, a somewhat weak Diffindo, aimed at her midsection. She dodged it, to her credit, and then the duel is beginning in earnest.
Truth be told, Harry isn’t sure what to think. His first impression is that Hannah just simply isn’t as strong as him. Oh sure, she’s a good duelist, and she has a pretty hefty laundry list of spells she’s using to hold her own against him right now… but her penchant for shouting out her spells rather than silent casting is telling.
Most witches and wizards are capable of learning silent casting, but ultimately have to settle for verbal casting to empower their magic enough to actually do anything interesting. Unless you’ve had extensive training with silent casting, you’re not going to get enough of an effect from a silent spell to actually do anything.
Now, there was always the possibility that Hannah was sandbagging him, that she was hustling him and trying to lure him into a false sense of security. That was why Harry didn’t immediately go on the offensive, or even go on the attack any time soon. Instead, he stuck with defensive magic, and only tossed out a Diffindo here and there to keep Hannah on her toes.
Except, the cutting charms were doing more than keeping the blonde witch on her toes… they were beginning to land. Once in a while, Hannah would cast a Protego to keep his magic away, or simply dodge it altogether, but unlike Harry, she didn’t seem to be capable of holding two spells at once. While his Protego only went away once it’d absorbed enough of her magic to be overwhelmed, hers went away the moment she cast anything else.
Harry could use that. He DID use that. Slowly but surely, bit by bit, Harry found himself fighting a battle of attrition. It wasn’t his initial intention, but he couldn’t help himself. His blood was roaring in his ears, his wizard’s pride a whisper in the back of his mind. This witch thought that she could challenge HIM?! He who was to be Lord Potter?! He who might one day be Lord Black as well?!
It’s a bit vicious and a bit mean, but Harry takes his time dismantling Hannah Abbot. He tears away her robes with the cutting charm piece by piece, leaving small red lines across her flesh in the process but never actually cutting or rending her skin. He exposes the dominatrix outfit she’d been wearing beneath her robes even now, the corset and the gloves and the knee-length high heeled boots. And then he tears at that as well, exposing her tits and her cunt to his eyes, humiliating her, perhaps not in front of anyone else… but certainly in front of Susan.
At the same time, Harry finds himself closing the distance between them. Hannah cannot get through his magic, she cannot beat him here… and it’s become obvious, even to her. As Harry finally, mercifully knocks her wand from her hand with an Expelliarmus cast point blank, the blonde witch falls to her knees, her chest heaving and her cunt wet as she drips fluids most brazenly and most obviously on the dueling strip floor.
“Surrender.”
Harry finally speaks, the first thing he’s said the entire duel. His wand is under Hannah’s chin, forcing her to tilt her head up as she pants heavily, still trying to catch her breath. The look in her eyes that he hadn’t been quite able to comprehend before… is now a thousand-fold, and Harry finally understands. He gets why Hannah wanted this, what she oh-so-secretly hoped would come of it.
“I s-surrender. You win… Master.”
Those blue eyes of hers twinkle with some mischief, but mostly just lots and lots of lust. Harry can’t help but snort derisively, even as he cocks his head to the side. Well, if that’s how she wants to play it… reaching down with his free hand, Harry pulls his cock out of his own robes, bringing it free of its confines and eye level with the defeated witch before him.
“Who’s to say I even want you? You’ll have to prove that you’re worth keeping around, sweetheart.”
Hannah’s eyes flicker between his cock and his face, and a slow, sultry smile spreads across her lips, before she leans forward, opens wide, and swallows him whole, right then and there. As Harry watches this, taking in the view of the gorgeous blonde domme on her knees, submissive and subservient before him, worshipping his cock, Susan comes up and hugs him from behind.
The red head has discarded her robes, leaving her soft tits pressed against his back, even as he feels the rope bondage across her front rubbing against him as well. She moans into his ear, her breath ghosting across the lobe, even as Hannah continues to slurp and suck at his cock down below.
“I knew you would be victorious, Master. I knew from the moment I looked into your eyes.”
Harry sincerely doubted that that was entirely true. More likely, Susan was just buttering him up.
“What are you going to do with Mistress now? How are you going to fuck her?”
That was a good question though, wasn’t it? With Susan rubbing herself up against his back and a defeated Hannah slobbering all over his cock, waiting to be conquered, how WAS Harry going to fuck her. He’d been teasing her before, obviously. He knew he WAS going to fuck her… it was just the precise details that he still needed to decide now.
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However, that will have to wait. Because while Harry’s adventures are certainly important, he is not the only wizard getting it on in that moment. The wizarding world seems like a much smaller place than the muggle world, but at the end of the day, there’s quite a lot of horny witches and wizards, constantly looking to get some. Truly, the options are limitless.
In this first Interlewd, let’s decide who we’re going to look in on, shall we? While Harry makes his decision regarding just how to complete the conquest of one Hannah Abbot, let’s see what other fun there is to be had.
First, there is of course Harry’s Godfather, Sirius Black. The man is a hound-dog, to be sure, and now that his godson is away at Hogwarts for the year, well, the choices are endless, aren’t they? Needless to say, Grimmauld Place has become Party Central. We could see what Sirius is getting up to in that moment and look in on him.
Or, perhaps a little closer to Harry himself. Harry and Hermione have a bond with each other, but just as Harry is not going to let that bond keep him from playing around with other witches, Hermione won’t either. She’s a bright young witch… and horny as fuck. Needless to say, she has choices available to her. We could look in on her and see what she gets up to while Harry is off fucking beauties like Susan and Hannah.
But maybe that’s too close to home. There is are other options at Hogwarts. For instance, everyone believes that Percy Weasley is a stuck-up prude, the tightest of tight wads in the Weasley family. However, while he might be a little bit anal about the rules, his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater knows that he has an instinctive mastery of the sexual arts. And she’s not eager to share his monster cock with anyone. We could look in on them and see how they’re doing, right now…
Or perhaps, last but not least, it’s time to check in on Nymphadora Tonks. The Head Girl position at Hogwarts is not an idle one by any means, despite the change from School to College that the castle has undergone. Tonks has her duties… and she has her perks as well. Perhaps checking in on her and seeing what she’s up to could be… fun.
Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Percy Weasley, or Nymphadora Tonks. All of them are up to their own sort of fun, in their own particular way. Who do we want to look in on in this first Interlewd?
Comments
Cambrian
Perfectly understandable. I've written about 500,000-1,000,000+ words of Dominant Harry fucking every possible female character in the entire universe (and then some of Harry fucking female characters in other universes) over the last two years, so I definitely want to do something different for this story. It's not going to be for everyone of course, but you always have all of those other Harry/Harem stories to read whenever you want heh.
Arcticwyvern
Yeah, I'm going to abstain from this vote because it hasn't got an option I like. When I read these kinds of stories I prefer only to have one guy doing the fucking so that immediately throws out the Sirius and Percy options, And as a possessive dom the thought of letting any girl I'm fucking be with anyone else disgusts me (a bit misogynistic I admit), and similar goes for nym, the only guy I want to see fucking her is the MC.
Alex
Same. Not much Penelope stuff out there either.
SpectralTime
Poor Percy is probably doomed, but he’s got my vote anyway.
