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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 6 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2019-06-12 17:28:04 +0000 UTCA/N: Hey guys, here's a new chapter! But first, PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Based off of feedback I got on Chapter 5 of this story, I've decided I want to do something a bit different with HCoWaW in particular, to set it apart from both the other three Patreon Exclusives of the moment, as well as all of the other HP fiction I've written as of yet.
To that extent, I'm going to be inserting what will be called 'Interlewds' into the story. Every few chapters or so, the choice at the end of the chapter won't be about what Harry is going to do next. Instead, we'll take a break from him and check in on another lewd pairing happening somewhere in either Hogwarts or the Wizarding World.
I'm letting you guys know this now because the first of these Interlewd votes will likely take place at the end of Chapter 7, a month away. Before then, I want you all to use this opportunity to suggest some options for Interlewds that could show up as options at the end of Chapter 7. I'll pick the ones I like, and perhaps come up with some of my own as well, and we'll go from there!
TL;DR: My plan is for this story to have more than just Harry building a harem going forward. I want it to involve a lot of lewds from all over Hogwarts and the Wizarding World beyond.
Enjoy!
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In the end, Harry doesn’t make a decision. He doesn’t need to, when Susan Bones walks up to him in the hall after breakfast one morning with a knowing smile on her face.
“Heir Potter.”
Blinking, Harry cocks his head to the side and smiles back.
“Heiress Bones. What can I do for you?”
Not missing a beat, the red head holds out a small piece of parchment. Harry takes it from her, and blinks as he opens it up to find what has to be the password to Susan’s own personal quarters written within. He lifts an eyebrow before glancing up at the red head, only to find her already walking away.
Well now, that was… interesting. While he didn’t know Susan all that well to be honest, what he DID know of her marked her as a confident, independent sort of woman. So, this wasn’t really that out of the question for her, in the end. Her forwardness was a little bit surprising, he supposed, but they were at Hogwarts now, and the world was their oyster. They could basically do whatever they wanted, especially since they were practically adults in their own right already.
The only question was, did Harry want to follow up on this? But then, what kind of question even was that? Of course, he did. Susan Bones was undeniably one of the most beautiful witches in his year. She had a sizable rack, and a beautiful body, with curves to ogle and gaze upon for ages… ya know, if it wasn’t a bit pervy to do so.
So yeah, Harry was interested. Heck, he was more than interested, he was excited. Hermione had been fun so far, but this? This was uncharted territory. Just what sort of woman would Susan be in bed? What sort of things would she enjoy? Harry wanted to find out. He wanted to… explore every bit of the red head’s body.
Grinning a little bit, the young man tucks the parchment away for later, heading on towards his next class for the time being. Couldn’t let his education suffer, after all…
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In contrast to the Ravenclaw Common Room, with it’s large arched windows and bookcases galore, the Hufflepuff Common Room was more… homey. It had a sort of earthen quality to it, if Harry had to describe it. With circular round windows high up in the wall and large yellow couches and armchairs scattered here and there, it was just cozier, in a way.
Not that he thought it was necessarily better than the Ravenclaw Common Room. If he had to measure the two against one another, he would definitely go with Ravenclaw. But then, to be fair, he was sorted into Ravenclaw for a reason, wasn’t he? At the end of the day, Ravenclaw had an elegance to it that Hufflepuff lacked, an educated, learned sort of feel, to put it into words. Hufflepuff, on the other hand, had a more familial touch to it. But Harry wasn’t at Hogwarts for family. He was here to learn… and to have some fun along the way.
He got a few strange looks, when he entered the Hufflepuff Common Room. Not too many, of course, but there were definitely people who recognized him. That wasn’t surprising, all things considered. Nor were the blushes all that surprising, when he made his way towards the stairs that would lead up to the ladies’ side of the Hufflepuff Dorms. One blonde in particular that Harry didn’t yet know the name of was exceedingly red in fact, even as her eyes followed him all the way across the Common Room, until he was up the stairs and out of sight.
Taking the stairs two at a time, it doesn’t take long for Harry to arrive in front of the door that acts as the entryway to every single private bedroom for the Hufflepuff girls. For a moment, Harry finds himself amused by the thought that the password Susan has given him won’t work, and he’ll be forced to make a walk of shame out of the place. Though, if that did happen, he thought he might just chat up that blonde instead.
Or perhaps the password would work, but it would end up depositing him in the room of another witch instead. That would be… interesting, to say the least. But then, Harry didn’t get where he was by not taking chances. He wasn’t the kind of wizard to play things safe or by the book. He never had been, and no one really expected him to be when his godfather was Sirius Black of all people.
Letting out a low sigh, Harry speaks the words on the scrap of parchment as he reaches out and takes hold of the doorknob. There’s a faint glow that flows across the entire door, and when he turns the knob, it opens up, allowing him entry into the room beyond. Harry stops for only a moment at what he sees within… then, he steps through quickly and closes the door behind him before turning to regard the scantily clad form of one Susan Bones, sat on the edge of her bed.
The red head looks absolutely spectacular and judging by the light little confident smile on her face, she knows it. She’s wearing a nightie and some incredibly sexy (as well as incredibly lacy) lingerie, all of which perfectly accentuates her prodigious curves. This is a beautiful, gorgeous witch, and she’s invited him into her private quarters. Needless to say, Harry begins to grow erect on the spot.
“Heiress Bones…”
Susan smirks but bows her head somewhat deferentially.
“Heir Potter. Thank you for joining me.”
Unable to take his eyes off of her, his gaze raking up and down her skimpy dress and delicious pale skin, Harry just chuckles.
“How could I say no to such a… blunt invitation? Though, I have to wonder… what exactly am I doing here?”
Without missing a beat, Susan pushes herself back so that she’s no longer sitting on the end of her bed. She pulls her legs up off of where they were dangling over the side, and scoots her way into position, until she’s in the middle of the bed. It’s only then that Harry notices the leather manacles and chains coming off each corner of the bed’s frame, as her presence draws his attention to the way they surround her.
Reaching out, Susan fingers one of them, likely just to make sure Harry can see. Then, she gives him a wicked sort of grin.
“I want you to tie me up and have your way with me Heir Potter. I want you to bind me, gag me, and use me to your heart’s content for the rest of tonight. Without regard for my feelings, I want you to take your pleasure from me, to treat me as little more than your property… do you think you can do that?”
Her chest is rising and falling slightly faster by the time she’s done speaking, but beyond that, Harry sees no real reaction from the red head in regard to her own words. It makes it a little harder to process them. Susan Bones, Heiress to House Bones… wants him to engage in BDSM Play with her? It’s a little surprising, to say the least. Though, Harry doesn’t let that stop him.
He takes a moment to process what Susan wants, to stare into her eyes and assess her sincerity. Then, he drops his wand out of the holster on his arm with a simple flick and brings it up in one smooth motion. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t need to as he points to each of the manacles in quick order, causing them to lash out and cinch shut around Susan’s wrists and ankles. She gasps lightly as he does each of them, and squirms slightly in the middle of the bed, but she makes no effort to escape. And now that Harry is looking for it, he clocks her wand, sitting inconspicuously on the desk nearby… completely out of reach.
Turning his wand on himself, Harry touches it to his clothing and then straightens his arms out to either side as his garments pull themselves off of his body, fleeing from him only to fold themselves up and drape themselves over a nearby chair. His cock flops free as his boxers slide down his legs, and he notes the way Susan’s green eyes dart down to it, widening slightly and making her smile widen as well as she licks her lips in sheer delight at what she sees.
Chuckling, Harry approaches the bed, and climbs aboard. He crawls up over the helpless, bound Heiress Bones, and he brings his wand up, running it along her jawline, across her neck, down between the valley of her gorgeous, plump breasts, causing her nightie to scrunch up a little at the same time. She shivers, both of them knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her, in this moment.
Harry hums, and then cocks his head to the side.
“Are you sure about this?”
Not trusting herself to speak, Susan nods, no longer quite so cool and collected. In fact, the blush on her face is slowly growing red enough to match her hair color. Grinning as he gets final confirmation, Harry brings his wand up and taps it to her lips. A moment later, the witch is forced to stretch her jaw as a ball-gag swirls into existence in her mouth.
Bound, gagged, and used to his heart’s content. That was what she’d asked of him, yes? Well, Harry could do that. He could certainly do that. As Susan moans through her gag, Harry sets aside his wand, and reaches down. The first thing he does with his newfound control over the Heiress of House Bones is grab the hem of her nightie and drag it up, up, and up some more. He exposes her pale, flexing abdomen, and then does the same with her massive, delicious breasts.
Each of Susan’s tits are capped with a cute, pink nipple… and Harry falls upon them without a second thought, leaving her nightie bunched around her neck and upper chest region as she does so. He grips both of her breasts with his hands, while descending towards just one nipple at a time with his mouth. Groping and squeezing and molesting her tits to his heart’s content, Harry slurps and licks and laps at her nipples.
Susan writhes beneath him, mewling and moaning, and clearly enjoying all that he’s doing to her. Harry is enjoying it too. He’s enjoying it so much in fact that he can’t bring himself to wait any longer. His cock is throbbing with an urgency that will not be satiated, save for burying himself deep inside of this horny, delicious red head. With a growl, Harry reaches down finally, letting go of one of Susan’s breasts in order to grab hold of his member.
With her legs spread-eagle thanks to the manacles around her ankles, it’s all too easy to place his cockhead at the entrance of Susan’s sopping wet cunt and just shove right in. She doesn’t even see it coming, as focused on his ministrations regarding her tits as she is. Susan’s eyes go wide, and the crimson-haired witch positively screams through her ball gag as she orgasms HARD on his member, right then and there.
Grinning, Harry pulls back from the nipple he’s been suckling at, though not before taking it in his teeth and dragging it up with him as far as he can, elongating her breast until finally her teat slips out from between his chompers and her tit falls back to her chest. She moans and continues to writhe beneath him, even as Harry reaches up and grabs a fistful of Susan’s lush locks, bringing his forehead down against hers.
He begins to fuck into the bound and gagged witch then, pounding into the Heiress of House Bones with all his might. If you’d asked him to peg one of the witches of his year as a submissive bondage slut, he wouldn’t have put Susan Bones in the top ten possibilities, but it just goes to show, you never really know someone until… well, until you know someone.
Harry was getting to know Susan very well now though; he was getting to know her most… intimately. From the way she sounded with a ball gag in her mouth, to the exact size of her breasts and how they felt in his hands. And then there was her pussy, clenching and squeezing around his cock as he stared down into her gorgeous green eyes.
“You’re such a slut, Susan. Such a needy, horny little slut. But you’re my slut, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. Oh yes I will.”
She moans through her gag, her face contorting in pleasure. His words alone seem to be enough to send the witch over the edge, and she shakes and shudders beneath him, eyes practically rolling around in her skull as her body trembles and shivers, as her inner walls clench and squeeze all the harder. Harry groans, driving his cock deeper and deeper into the red head, until he’s slamming up against her cervix, which only seems to set her off further.
“Fuck! Here it comes!”
Susan’s hips rise off the bed to meet his final thrust at those words, and Harry grunts as he unloads directly into the red head’s womb, filling her with his seed, painting her insides white. It’s undeniably one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, and once he’s done, he pulls out with a contented sigh… only to immediately grab his wand and whirl around when the sound of clapping from behind him fills the room.
There, standing near the door that he’d not heard open and close, is the blonde from before. The blonde from the Hufflepuff Common Room, who hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off of him. Except, she doesn’t look like she did, down in the Common Room. Instead, the blonde witch is dressed like… well, like a dominatrix. She’s wearing a corset, she’s wearing gloves, she’s wearing heeled boots. All leather, of course. And then there’s the riding crop in her gloved hand, even as she claps said hand against the other.
Pulling himself off the bed, Harry frowns, keeping his wand trained on this new arrival.
“Who are you? What is this?”
Grinning wickedly, the blonde looks to Susan, and then back to him.
“That wasn’t half-bad, Heir Potter. My name is Hannah Abbott. I’m Susan’s Mistress.”
Harry lifts an eyebrow at that, while behind his unimpressed gaze, his mind is going a mile a minute. The Abbott Family was part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, a directory of Magical British Families who could still lay claim to being Purebloods up to around the 1930s. However, from what Harry knew, the Abbott Family had somewhat fallen out of disfavor with Pureblood society in recent times… because Hannah Abbott herself was a half-blood witch.
And yet, it made perfect sense that she and Susan would be friends. However, the fact that they were more than friends… that they were this close to one another. Hm, it definitely made things a bit more interesting, but Harry wasn’t exactly a submissive sort of wizard himself. Frowning, pointedly ignoring his nakedness, Harry shakes his head.
“I’m not sure what the two of you are playing at here. What do you want from me, Ms. Abbott?”
Holding her head high, the blonde (who Harry could definitely admit was objectively, physically beautiful) smiles.
“Mostly your cock, if I’m being honest. Though I can see now that you’re a bit more than that, aren’t you Heir Potter?”
She hesitates for a moment, the first sign of weakness Harry has seen from her, but he doesn’t jump at it… he’s not sure how to use it to his advantage, quite yet.
“I can see that you aren’t the type of man who would enjoy submitting to me, Heir Potter, and I have no desire to force you to do so. As such, I see only two ways for us to move forward. Either we enjoy Susan together, as equals, playing with her in a mutually enjoyable manner… or we settle the matter of ownership between the two of us via a duel. I know a place that we could go, if you prefer the second option.”
Ownership? This was certainly a lot. But Harry could see the opportunities inherent in the offer, nonetheless. Just as he could see his third option, if he so chose it. Take Hannah up on her offer of… equal custodianship, duel her to see who might be truly stronger… or, just wash his hands of the whole affair, right here, right now. With his seed already slowly dripping free of Susan’s freshly fucked quim, it seemed a bit late for that, but Harry wasn’t so sure. Was he above just walking away from this whole scenario?
At the same time… did he really want to?
Comments
Cypher Three
Sirius seems like an obvious option for Interlewds...Kingsley Shacklebolt could be a good one, too.
Alex
Idea for a side pairing for interlewds: Everyone thinks Percy Weasley is a stuck up prude but while he might be stuck up he is an instinctive master of the sexual arts. Penelope Clearwater is the only girl he's ever slept with so he has no idea how uncommon his sexual prowess is, and Penelope isn't eager to share his monster cock with some hussies so that is one detail she will not be sharing with her friends.
SlayingHurdle72
duel Hannah for Susan and then take Hannah.
hugplx
The 'heir' stuff while addressing each other is pretty cringey. The only time I could see that not being so is maybe in the Wizengamot... I also find it pretty weird that, in pretty much all of smutty fanfiction, the idea of the protag engaging in M play is so abhorrent, as if letting a womantake charge during sex would be submitting his 'man' card lol. More an observation than critique obviously. As for Interlewds, it's gotta be Hermione first, no? She's already been set up in the story as being promiscuous. Maybe she's been studying hard but is feeling horny and wanting to hook up with someone to relax. Maybe she has two dude study partners she's trying to decide on approaching before deciding to try something new and choosing both?
That black guy
I don't share, square up thot, I'm claiming 2 instead of 1
