Harry grinned as he left her behind. He did love his Mione. He couldn't imagine a life without her, and he wasn't willing to have a harem without her. He'd take care of her, grant her power beyond her imagining.
That didn't change the fact she'd left him with a terrible case of blue balls. He needed to get off, and quick. He could go back to Malfoy Manor, to Cissa's warm embrace, but he sensed one of his potential harem members was ready to claim. Hannah had been desperate for his attention the whole time, her back arched for his attention, her blouse buttoned low and showcasing deep cleavage, her tits threatening to escape their skimpy prison as she bounced on her toes.
She was a half-blood, even though she was part of the pure-blooded Abbott family of some renown, she wasn't politically powerful herself. Abbott's voting bloc was held by her Uncle, mostly untouchable. Even if her Uncle died, the voting power would go to his son. Magically, she was a little above average, but nothing special. She didn't apply herself all that hard in school, though he'd heard she sometimes took some private lessons in Healing from Madam Pomfrey.
No, for Hannah, her importance was in her looks, those fat titties, those breeding hips, her thick thighs, that jiggling ass. She was made to fuck. Beyond that, it was her connection to Susan. Susan was indispensable to his harem, and if he had to get to her through Hannah, well, that only cemented Hannah's fate.
Even without the Marauder's Map, Harry knew where the Hufflepuff Common Room was, since Tom did. Tom had a girlfriend there, once. He'd searched it through and through, searching for more of Hogwart's secrets, disappointed that the Chamber of Secrets held no secret knowledge. He'd found nothing, but Harry knew there was treasure there tonight - a blonde sexpot with more than a crush on him.
In the same corridor as the Hogwarts kitchens, Harry tapped out the rhythm to Helga Hufflepuff on one of the wooden barrels. The barrel lid swung open and Harry crawled through, emerging into the empty common room, the crackles of the dying fire lighting up the empty room. The array of plants waved and fluttered as he entered, Professor Sprout's herbology making the room, a basement really, into something more homey, more cosy. Through the small circular windows around the room, the bright stars shined through. Harry wasn't here to enjoy the sights, though.
The circular wooden doors headed off to the girls dormitories, the small tunnels reminding Harry of the town at the beginning of The Hobbit -- one of Dudley's school assignments, the book cast aside and picked up by a grateful Harry. A ring to become invisible - more useful than a cloak, he thought - perhaps, in time, he'd try to replicate it. As he neared what the Map said was Susan and Hannah's room, he heard shouting. He made sure he was fully invisible and carefully opened the door a crack, enough to slip into their dorms.
"It's me he's after! Why can't you see that?" Susan cried out, pulling at the hem of her long white t-shirt.
"No, it's not!" Hannah stomped her feet, her breasts almost slipping out of her satin negligee. "Just because you're the famous Susan Bones doesn't mean you're the one he's after. You didn't see the way he looked at me!"
"Hannah," Susan took a deep breath. "I'm not saying Harry's a bad person. I'm not saying Harry is not attracted to you. But he's a smart guy, and he's Lord Potter. He needs allies. Having the hand of Lady Bones, marrying the houses of Bones and Potter together, that would give him wealth and power beyond measure. Believe me when I say that he is after me, far more than he desires you. We have to be careful and we have to stick together. We need to keep our maidenhoods, keep our leverage so we can get the best husbands we deserve. You've heard what Sprout said, what our families have drilled into us since we've been born. Marrying well is the difference between living a happy life and destroying your whole family, forever."
Hannah scoffed. "Yeah, because he couldn't possibly be interested in me, in my mind, in my body. He's just using me to get to you." She rolled her eyes. "You're just jealous."
Susan stuck her lip out and blew a long exasperated breath. "I don't have anything to be jealous of."
"Maybe he likes the fact that my tits are bigger."
"He wants a Pureblood, Hannah. It's the House of Potter, Hannah, no offense, but do you really think he wants to take you as Lady Potter? You?"
"Yes." Hannah cried out, eyes wet. "I'm not just your friend. I'm not just a set of tits. Everyone always just sees Susan and her big-titted friend. Harry sees me as more."
Susan laughed nastily. "You've barely spoken to him, Han. He offered me Lady Potter, when you ran away after we jacked him off. He offered me things you can only dream of."
"Don't lie!" Hannah cried, wiping her eyes furiously. "He wouldn't do that."
"Believe what you will." Susan sniffed. "I was just trying to protect your Morgana's Maidenhood, as your friend. But don't worry, when he's fucked you and thrown you away once he's had his fill, maybe you can work in Knockturn Alley for a galleon a fuck. I'll throw you a few sickles when I'm Lady Potter-"
Hannah screeched, throwing a nasty Banishing spell at Susan, who easily side-stepped it and Disarmed the crying blonde. Susan threw her wand back at her. "Don't be stupid, Han. I'm still your friend, and I always will be. Go to bed, get some sleep - in the morning, you'll see I'm right."
Hannah stood there, tears streaming down her face, before she threw herself onto her bed, angrily pulling the yellow curtains closed. Her crying was suddenly silenced, indicating a Silencing Charm. Susan just stared at the curtains for a moment, face crumpled, before retreating to her own bed, Silencing it as well.
Harry stood still for a moment too, considering his options. He hadn't expected that. A catfight between the future members of his harem. Not the first he'd see, he imagined. Susan was much smarter than he gave her credit for - he'd have to be careful with that one. She saw through him easily, and knew that she needed to protect her virginity. She'd be really difficult to attain, but he didn't think what he'd heard would change his plans. He still needed to isolate her.
Taking Hannah from her was the best way to do that. And Susan had gifted him a vulnerable, emotional Hannah. Harry canceled the protective charms on her curtains, slipping onto her bed. Her bed was large -- he bet the two girls had magically enlarged their beds. Professor Sprout was known to be ultra lenient. Hannah cried, curled up fetally. Harry would have to act quick.
He started a fierce wind, whipping through the bed.
"What?" Hannah sat up sharply, fear in her eyes. Next up, Harry started red sparks, encircling a glowing red circular rune. He hit Hannah with a Disorienting Charm and crawled through the red circular before canceling his Disillusionment.
"Harry?!" Hannah gasped.
"Hannah? Are you okay?"
"Yes - no - I mean, what are you, how are you here?!" She said, amazed.
"I don't know, I felt a voice calling me here, I felt like you needed me, like you were calling me here. And then I felt my magic reach out to yours, and then suddenly I was here." Harry scratched the back of his head.
"But, oh Merlin," Hannah reached out to touch, as if testing he was real. "How is that possible?"
"Well, I mean, I think it means we have a magical bond." Harry spun his bullshit. "I kind of, well, I mean, I thought, I hoped you could feel it. How we've been looking at each other recently, I felt a connection with you, I kind of thought you would, maybe that's stupid-"
"No, no!" Hannah grabbed his hands. "I felt it, I felt it, I totally felt it! We have a bond!"
Harry pulled her into him. "I knew it! So were you thinking of me?"
"Yes," Hannah let out a happy sigh, full of awe. "I was just wishing you were here to comfort me, and now you are. Isn't that amazing?"
"Oh," Harry trailed his hand up the patchwork quilt and onto her bare leg. "To comfort you, huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Not like that." Hannah giggled. "Susan and I had a big argument."
"About me?" Harry said, surprised. "Actually, before we get into this, do you mind if we cuddle? It's freezing in here." It wasn't at all - it was quite warm, with the fire-lamps in the dormitories lighting it up.
Nevertheless, Hannah cooed, delighted at the suggestion. She opened up the quilt and buried herself inside it, holding it open for him invitingly. Harry vanished his robes, so he was just in his boxers, then slid in, ignoring for now the gasp as she saw him, almost naked. Once in, they cuddled tight, Harry enjoying her squirms and giggles as they entwined themselves, snug under the blankets.
Before long, they were tight against each other, whispering to one another, their noses only inches apart. Harry let her hands wander as they explored him, tracing his muscles, caressing his face. Clearly, the handjob she'd given him with Susan had given her some courage.
"So why did you argue about me?"
Her face fell.
"She thinks that you're only interested in me to get to her."
Harry frowned. "That's so arrogant, I'm not even interested in her."
"Really?" Hannah said, biting her lip, disbelieving.
"Really. Don't get me wrong, she's pretty, but to be honest, I find you much more sexy. She's too standoffish and prudish."
Hannah giggled. "You're not just saying that, are you?"
"No," Harry shook his head. "Boys like girls who are fun and sexy, not little politicians. When I see Susan, it's like looking at Amelia, I keep thinking I'm in trouble."
Hannah tittered. "I know, right!"
Harry pressed a little kiss to her nose, enjoying her blush. "Let me guess what else she said. She said that I'm just trying to get your virginities, and I'd throw you away as soon as I got into your panties."
Hannah gaped. "How did you know?"
"After, well, that help you and Susan gave me at the Bones manor, when you went to bed, we had a bit of a chat. She told me what she could offer me as Lady Potter, and I told her that I wasn't really interested in having a political marriage. I want to be with someone I have a bond with, a real match, like my parents did. She got really angry, started accusing me of being a player, a pervert, just trying to take maidenhoods."
"No way!" Hannah gasped. "I can't believe it."
He shrugged. "It's the truth." Was he an awful person? Was it okay, to do everything for power? He wasn't raping, or murdering, or doing sick rituals, like Tom had done.
"I mean, I can't believe she'd do that to you. That's so gross. She's been trying to discourage me from you this whole time, all the while actually trying to become Lady Potter."
Harry gave her nose another kiss, watching her adorable flush. "I don't mean to be arrogant, but when you think about it, Lady Potter is the most valuable position in society for a witch. It has the most power and wealth. So it didn't really surprise me to see that witches will do terrible things for it."
"I guess." Hannah seemed sad, for a moment. "Do you really want me to be yours, Harry? You'll do right by me, won't you?"
"Of course," He said, sort of truthfully. He would take care of her. He wouldn't throw her way. "I'd never treat you like that. We have a magical bond, Hannah."
That cheered her up. "Isn't that amazing?" She whispered to him.
"I'll take care of you. And you'll take care of me, too, right?" Harry let his hands wander up her thighs, underneath her negligee.
"I'll always take care of you, Harry. It's all I've ever wanted." Hannah breathed out, her chest expanding in and out with her excitement.
"Good girl." He murmured, and she smiled, bright and beautiful. His fingers went higher, finding her wet core.
"Oh, Harry." She moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her. He rolled on top of her, between her open legs, finding her lips with his own as he fingered her slowly, feeling her slickness around his digit.
"How did you imagine your first time, my love?" He had to keep her in the moment, keep her from second-guessing everything.
"With you. You'd rescued me, from a dragon. I was hurt but you took me back to my bed, tucked me in." Hannah breathed out, lost in her vision.
"I'll never let anyone hurt you, sweetheart." Harry promised as he Vanished his boxers and stroked his cock with his free hand.
She arched under his ministrations, one hand in his hair, the other pulling her negligee's straps from her shoulders, exposing her huge breasts. She was magnificent, her tits huge and yet so high up, so perky, pink nipples stiff and large, jiggling with every move. Her creamy tits defied gravity, and she knew exactly what she had with them, one hand mauling them, bouncing them for his enjoyment.
He positioned himself between her wet pussy lips, resting his cockshead at her entrance. She rested both hands on his face, on his cheeks, and pulled him forward for a needy kiss. He pushed into her, impossibly tight, and she bit his lip painfully as he took her maidenhood. Harry whispered sweet nothings as she gasped as he pushed forward.
"You're inside me." She murmured giddily.
He took her hand in his and led it down to her navel and lower. "Feel this." He pushed forward, and watched as her skin bulged a little, with the size of his cock.
"Oh, Merlin! You're so big." Hannah gasped, sweat pouring down her face. He started pumping, enjoying her warmth, her wetness. The shlick-shlick-shlick of her pussy, the slap-slap-slap of his balls on her ass, the way her pussy lips gripped him, refusing to let him leave easily. Her breasts bounced and wobbled with every thrust, and he leaned forward to bury his face in them.
She giggled as he licked and lapped at her tits, at her nipples, using her hands in his hair to encourage him.
Hannah wrapped her legs around his back as he buried himself within her again.
"It feels so good." She moaned.
"Too good." Harry admitted. "I can't control myself. I'm going to cum."
"Really?!" Hannah seemed thrilled, and he wondered how much his handjob-cum-explosion had affected her, whether she'd become fetishizing cum. His very own cumslut. "Are you going to cum inside me?"
"Would you like that, sweetheart?" He teased her. "Would you like me to breed you?" He fucked into her, hard, furiously. "Want...to...show...your big belly...at breakfast?"
She cooed into his ear, pushing her body back at him, rolling her hips. "I love it, Harry! Big and pregnant so everyone knows I'm yours and you're mine. Are you gonna make my tits even bigger, huh? You gonna shoot into me, fill me up?"
"Oh, fuck." Harry didn't expect her dirty talk, her bravery, and it drove him wild. He almost picked her up, his hands underneath her plump ass, her legs wrapped around him tightly as he drove into her, the bed's headboard smacking against the wall. "Here it comes."
He arched into her and spilled, his seed spurting deep inside her, hot and thick.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hannah shook, feet curling as she came, from the sheer knowledge, the feeling of him cumming inside her. She splayed her head back, crying out with the sensations, the heat, the pleasure of his thick huge cock inside her, his seed filling her up, the thought that she'd made it happen. Her orgasm felt like it lasted a lifetime, and in that lifetime, his cock never stopped shooting inside her. Her hand never left her lower navel, thrilled by the feeling of his cock so deep inside her, like he owned her, and overjoyed by the sensation of her stomach bulging bigger with his massive load.
He muttered a spell, and her world changed.
It was like he owned her, and he'd made her his, but more than that, he'd made her whole, made her someone. She saw him in a new light, saw that she'd changed, saw so much more. She'd had just an infatuation, just a crush, seconds earlier. And now, she felt so much for him. So much love, so deep it felt like she couldn't breathe, couldn't articulate everything she felt for him, what she'd do for him, how ardently she considered him. She felt like writing poems, singing love songs, like laughing and crying all at once. She felt giddy.
This felt right. A bond between them, a real one this time, not his silly pretend one.
She slapped his shoulder. "You tricked me." She said, but she was grinning, laughing, her eyes a little wet.
"Sorry." He said, and she kissed away his apology.
"You'll never need to lie to me again. My love is…" She struggled for words. "I accept all of you, you know that?"
"I will, in time." They exchanged another kiss, deeper, as she tried to pour everything she was feeling into him, whimpering in her need, in her emotions.
He stroked her back, her hair, settling her down.
His hands took hers again, and this time they led her to her new tattoo, a small black lightning bolt, on her pelvis. Hannah traced it in wonder as it sunk and disappeared into her body, an invisible brand. Of course, a tattoo, for he owned her as surely as he owned her heart, her blood racing. And this was proof.
"For when you doubt, you can touch this. And you can feel our bond. In time, you'll learn to communicate with me using our bond…I think so, at least."
Hannah tugged at his lip, never happier than in that moment, him still inside her, his seed still warming her, his whole attention on her.
"You need a harem, to defeat the Dark Lord." Hannah murmured, sorting through her scattered brain. A new bond, and new thoughts, new memories. She was still Hannah, but so much more now. A woman now, she thought to herself. A woman in love.
"Yes."
"There'll be others." She bit her lip.
"Many."
"There's already one."
"You'll meet her, in time."
"I can feel her, sort of." A flash of sadness on her face. "You won't marry me, then?"
"Forgive me. It doesn't mean I don't care for you. It doesn't mean we can't love."
Hannah shook her head. "You don't need to apologize." She said firmly. "You have to live, to beat him. You need to take as many witches as you can."
"Yes."
"How can I help?"
He traced her jaw, and she nipped at his finger. She tightened her core, felt herself milking his member, enjoyed his ensuing groan. She'd need to practice that, get better at it. She had to be the best.
"You don't need to, you know. Your power, it's enough."
Hannah frowned at him. "My love, you are my reason. I want to do things for you. Please, let me help."
He withdrew from her, thinking. He could use her help.
"Clean me." He ordered distractedly.
"What?" Hannah blinked.
For a moment, Harry paused, realising he wasn't speaking to Narcissa, but a busty teenage girl, giddy and newly in love, unsure how to submit, obey, love. He'd teach her.
He pointed to his messy shaft and crotch, drowned in his cum and her juices. "Clean me, with your mouth."
"Oh!" Hannah blinked rapidly, like she hadn't realized that was something that was done, and then nodded determinedly. Before he could blink, he'd been pushing back against fluffed up pillows while she cleaned him with her mouth, her tongue lapping at their combined juices, her big blue eyes on him. She gave him a cheeky wink. He'd enjoy this one.
Harry stroked her hair. This was the life. "If you want to help, then, I need you to work on Susan. She wants the best for you, and she was right about me."
Hannah's eyes became fiery, raising her head off his cock as she spoke. "No, she thought you were a cad. You're so much more than that. She's just a girl, she doesn't understand what we have." Harry enjoyed her passionate defense of him, even if it was misplaced, and enjoyed it much more when she stroked with both hands as she spoke, immediately returning to her task as she finished her sentence.
"She will. You will call her sister, when she's ready."
Hannah considered it. "My best friend and the love of my life." She pressed a loving kiss to the ridge of his cock. "You are so thoughtful." She teased. "Will you have us suck you off together, naughty Harry? Have us share your cum between our lips? Or, will we put our tits together and fuck your cock between them?"
Harry groaned at the imagery. "Bad girl." He admonished.
"Your bad girl." She slurped on his cock, descending lower with laps and licks until she was at his balls.
"I want you to work on Susan. What does she want? Marriage? We're together and I never promised you marriage. I just promised you...well, what does she want?"
"The chance to do good." Hannah wiped a strand of saliva from her mouth, that hung off his balls. "She wants the power to help people, to change the Wizarding World. I'll tell her you offered me funds to start a charity for orphans."
"And what about when she asks about your family? About what your mother will say?"
"I'll tell her the truth. That they'll be annoyed they can't make a small fortune in selling my marriage contract, but pleased I've hitched myself to the biggest mover and shaker in wizarding society." She giggled. "With a massive cock."
Harry rolled his eyes, smiling as she got to work again, devouring his cock. She pulled herself off it. "You want me to get it down my throat, right? It's too big." She pouted. "I'll work on it."
"Don't do anything you're not comfortable with." Harry said.
Hannah laughed. "You're not fooling anyone, naughty. Don't worry, I'm not completely sheltered. Me and Sue talk about what boys like. Anyway, when you make a small to moderately sized investment in one of the Abbott businesses, they'll soon realize that being tied to the Potter family is a good thing, even if their slut daughter has to be officially termed as a what? Concubine?"
"I prefer Mistress."
"Mmm," Hannah slobbered on his cock. "I prefer lover, but for you, my love, I'd take anything."
"Anything?" Harry wondered. How deep did the bond go?
"Anything."
"Slut." He tested.
"Your slut."
"Whore."
"Your whore." Hannah grinned.
"Cum bucket."
"Fill me up. A Hufflepuff loves forever." She promised, a spark in her eyes.
"Fucktoy."
Hannah giggled. "So naughty, I love it. I love you. I'm your fucktoy. Want to fuck me again?" This new Hannah was the same, but so much more confident, confident in him, in her love.
"Mmm, that sounds lovely, but you'd probably best rest and let your body consume all the cum I've pumped inside you." Her stomach was bulging from all his seed. "Besides, I'd best get back to my dorm before somebody notices."
"I have a better idea." She flopped onto her back, beside him, and opened up her bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of baby oil. "I give Sue massages, some time." She flushed red, taking a deep breath to get some courage. So she hadn't lost all her shyness. "I know what the boys say about me. Do what they can only dream of. Why don't you fuck my tits, stay the night and let her discover us in the morning? She'll be so jealous."
Harry paused, staring at her bountiful tits. Hannah squeezed oil all over them, her creamy tits becoming shiny, glistening. "Fuck," He moaned. She emptied the entire bottle, leaving her huge titties slippery and sliding as she massaged them with her hands.
"Come on, Harry, there's no need to be shy with me." Hannah encouraged him. She gulped over a lump in her throat, a glimpse of the shy girl inside. "I love you."
Harry couldn't take it anymore, kneeling on either side of her chest as she giggled. His cock was absurdly large, but it disappeared into her tit-cleavage, the head popping out for her to suckle on. "Mmm, that's an unexpected treat." Hannah tittered. "You really love my tits, don't you?" She said, looking up at his awed expression.
"They're a work of art." He pushed in, groaning with the slippery sensations as she pushed her tits together, creating a tunnel for him.
Hannah moaned, holding her mouth open for his cock to fuck into, on his upstrokes.
"Yeah, do you like using my tits like a Knockturn alley whore?"
"Fuck yes." Hary stroked faster, eyes locked on Hannah's teasing grin.
"You like having your big cock between your f-f-fucktoy's big titties?" She stumbled on the word.
"Fuck, yes, I love it." Harry felt like a dumb automaton, just pumping away mindlessly, too lost in the insane pleasure, the squirting sounds, Hannah's tongue and her hot mouth, her words in his head, her jiggling, wobbling titties, the image of his cock between them.
"This is what you've always dreamt of, isn't it? Staring at them in the Great Hall, in Herbology? I've seen you. Do you wank off, thinking about them?
He groaned. "Han-Hannah, fuck, I do, I do!"
Harry was a slave to her big breasts as he thrust, bucking his hips again and again, desperate to climax, to drown her in his cum. All the while, Hannah lapped at his cock when she could, proudly holding her tits tight for him. This felt right, she thought. This was what she'd be missing in life. A purpose. How simple life was, now it had been made clear. Love him. Love him in everything she did, and life would be happy.
The slap-slap of skin on skin filled their ears, Harry reaching his limit. He'd planned to unload in her mouth, down her throat, but her plump tits around his cock simply felt too good, his cock pulsing again and again as he unloaded. Thick shots of cum splattered with force onto Hannah's face, coating her. She kept her tongue extended, happily catching his seed as he kept thrusting, using her tits to milk himself.
She giggled blissfully as he kept cumming, her face glazed completely, his seed dripping down her blonde locks, splurging onto her breasts. This was a real wizard, she shivered in joy, though she wasn't sure when she'd be able to open her eyes. She'd been plastered.
Harry sighed with relief as he tapered off. "Good girl." He murmured, and even blind, she lit up with his praise. She began eating his seed off her face, enjoying the taste. It didn't really matter what it tasted like. It mattered that he'd enjoy seeing her do it, that he'd enjoy it if she enjoyed it, and so she did enjoy it.
When they'd cleaned up, she brought the quilt over them and snuggled into him. It felt right, sharing their warmth, their love, she thought. The enchanted fabric of her four-poster bed showed glittering stars, the stars she counted to sleep. As Harry's breath stilled, his arm on her back going limp, Hannah smiled to herself. She wouldn't have any trouble sleeping, not anymore.
Because when she closed her eyes, she could see the bond, feel its strength. An unbreakable pillar. She felt her love rise up, her magic swirling and she added it to the bond. Harry murmured in his sleep, a smile on his face. The pillar thickened. A bond, built on her devotion. Her infinite devotion.
She could work with that.