Merely a few months ago, blood was drawn from the boy. He didn't know the boy had become a Horcrux against his wishes, but the blessing in disguise couldn't have been bigger. No longer was there a need to wage battle against Hogwarts, when the greatest weapon shall be born within the walls of the castle.
Day by day, slowly over the next few months, Voldemort began slipping into Harry's mind disguised as dreams. Being a master Legilimense, it didn't take much to fool the boy into ignoring them. If he wanted, he could have taken over the boy right away, but he knew there could be unforeseen consequences, mainly in the form of Dumbledore.
For now, the best course of action was to take over the boy's mind and body slowly, and when the time was right, with a snap of the finger—Harry Potter's soul would die, and his body would see the rise of Lord Voldemort.
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"You're a really good teacher, Harry."
Voldemort found himself hearing the strange feminine words. He knew he was hearing from the boy's ears and could see where he was. But keeping himself in control, he only ever so slightly allowed his own thoughts to influence Harry. And today, he had decided to test how far his subconscious, untraceable influence could go, and luckily, a lamb had come to be slaughtered on its own.
Through Harry's eyes, he watched as the girl slowly moved closer. He recognised her. Cho Chang was her name—an insignificant person in his long list of plans. A mere look was enough for him to see what she wanted, so he appropriately began manipulating Harry's thoughts, changing them before they registered.
"I've never been able to stun anything before," Cho said, looking at Harry with eyes of gratitude and something more. Her shiny black, worn-down hair cut short from the front made her stand out in normal crowds. Her pale, porcelain skin and dark eyes seemed melancholic recently.
"Mistletoe," she muttered as they glanced up for a split second in the Room of Requirement training hall.
"Probably full of Nargles, though," Harry replied, already struggling with his thoughts that told him to move forward and hold her.
"What are Nargles?" Cho asked, her eyes fixated on his lips.
"No idea," he mumbled and instinctively leaned forward. He screamed in his mind, telling himself to pull back. But to his surprise, Cho leaned forward as well, and beyond that, he lost himself to the feeling.
It was wet, he felt. Her lips, like gentle silk, graze upon his mouth. He felt as if something burning had bloomed in his heart, and his stomach felt heavy. This was his first kiss, and still, he didn't feel satisfied. He continued to kiss her, eyes closed and mouth moving on its own, turning his head sideways.
Right then, as if his arm grew a mind of its own, he raised it and scooped around Cho's slim waist and pulled her closer, vanquishing the gap between their bodies. He felt her heat, her attractive, lithe body resting on his.
Again, he screamed in his head to stop. But his mouth wouldn't, nor did hers. So his other hand went up as well, and he hugged her with both. Sadly, it didn't take long before his right hand began sliding down, tracing the back of her black school robes, going lower on her curvy back, and finally arriving where her skirt began, bringing him a realisation of changing shape—her toned ass was just a few inches lower.
No! Why am I doing this? This isn't right! She's sad, I can't take advantage!
Harry thought to himself in the middle of his actions. However, despite his best efforts, he felt the right hand going further down, and he felt the lining of her thong, and at last, her cheeks soft, light and rounded. His palm rested on one, cupping the shape firmly and feeling it as his heart pounded in unbridled panic.
"Um…" The breathtaking, intoxicating kiss resumed as Cho raised her arms and wrapped them around Harry's shoulder. Then, just a little, she parted her lips and let Harry slip between them and claim her tongue, mating it with his.
She's sad about Cedric's death. She's sad because of Umbridge. She's worried about failing her exams. This isn't the time. I have to stop!
Harry, however, did the opposite. His other hand went down too, and soon both his palms cupped her shapely ass and began to knead them, squeezing gently, parting them apart giving a sensation of vulnerability to Cho.
"Oh! Harry…" She voiced, but it sounded more like a moan as her arms wrapped around his neck tighter, and she slammed her mouth harder onto him, going crazy with her tongue, licking him everywhere inside.
Shocked, Harry opened his eyes and noticed something that should have made him panic and sad. But, the tears sliding down the corners of Cho's eyes excited him and ignited more passion in his body, evident by the bulge forming.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I control my feelings? Harry questioned himself, feeling resentment towards himself, yet unable to stop groping her with his hands. He pulled her by her ass so hard that she almost had to raise herself on her toes.
He hoped Cho would object and step away, but on the contrary, she seemed to get even more passionate. The situation continuously kept slipping out of their hands.
"Harry…" Cho mumbled and began to kiss his face wildly, licking his chin and nestling her face to his neck on the side, licking his skin.
His heart beating like crazy, he replied, "I'm always here for you, Cho."
No! I shouldn't have said that! He immediately screamed in his head.
"Ah!" She moaned.
He just realised where his hands were. His palms, under their furious fondling, had raised her skirt to her waist and now attempted to tear through her black stockings. He looked down from above her shoulder and gulped at the site of her ass, and the stocking-clad toned legs, arousing him like never before.
Somewhere in his mind, he felt incredible, as if this was what he wanted. Finally, being this close with a girl he crushed after for so long.
Harry lost himself in pleasure and ended up pushing her back onto the large mirror wall. Cho kept kissing around his face and neck, and his hands tore through the stockings right then, reaching her thongs. The sensation was no different with one less layer of cloth.
She was slender, but not in a bad way. He felt his palms rubbing around what wasn't covered by her thongs and felt the feathery soft skin.
It being December, he felt goosebumps of arousal rise on the skin of her ass. It only bolstered Harry's mood, and he slid down one hand through the side of her thongs, plucking her asscheek in his palm, kneading it as if it were the greatest source of pleasure.
"Ummm…" Cho breathed into his ear.
"Cho…" he mumbled, pressing her harder, grinding his erect length on her lower belly. In response, she raised one leg and wrapped it around his thigh, giving way for him to grind harder in the apex of her thighs.
His hand felt the dampness. So he inched his fingers closer towards the source of the heat ever so slowly so as to not alarm her. His heart pounded in wait, and eventually felt the silky soft folds of her sex. She was aroused as the wetness told him so, but more than that, she seemed ready for more already.
"Oh!" Cho reacted the instant Harry's finger rubbed across her vulva.
His one finger slipped easily into her moist treasure. In no time, he felt it sinking deep all the way until his finger vanished inside. The warmth of her walls was noticeable, and the tightness from her willing contraction was welcoming. On his shoulder, she just rested and moaned with loud breaths, allowing him to move his fingers slowly.
Harry felt his mind going numb to any commonsense. He pressed her hard on the mirror wall behind her and moved his hand from behind her to the front while keeping it inside her thongs. Her skirt lifted up naturally. He pressed hard at the bridge of her thongs between her thighs and easily lowered it.
"Harry! N—"
Just as Cho showed some semblance of denial, Harry planted his lips on hers and kissed her deeply, pushing her head further back and invading her with his tongue. Her one leg remained wrapped around his hip as he began exploring her private satin flesh, glazed with her soaking wet arousal.
Palm curved on the hint of her pubes, Harry slid two fingers into her depths this time. She reacted by bucking her hips but slowly eased herself and allowed him to push deeper and draw moans from her. In the meantime, his other hand touched her waist first, then slowly moved aside the black robes and made its way up to her pert mounds. But instead of cupping them, he went further up to her neck.
"Oh, oh… Harry!" Cho's hips throbbed with his fingers invading. She felt a rush of pleasure when his other hand grabbed her nape and softly squeezed, pushing his lips harder to kiss.
But then abruptly, Harry swung his hand back, only for Cho to realise he had pulled off her necktie and now masterfully unbuttoned her white shirt, starting from the top. A fleeting thought of resistance came across her mind but got quenched when he occupied her lips again.
Desire to feel her, Harry only opened three of the buttons and slid his hands inside. Without wasting a moment, he snatched her black, strapped bra and pulled it firmly, tearing it apart and throwing it away. With that, he claimed her perky swelling flesh.
His hand pressed them, rubbed them, massaged them roughly. The little brown tips took no time to be engorged from the arousal and demanded more attention.
Harry left her mouth right away and cherished her mounds. With a swift breath, he took the peak and ate it, pressing the tip of his tongue on her sensitive bud. He suckled them one after another, hard enough to leave them reddened. His right hand, as well, crushed them under his fingers.
Cho was left moaning and rubbing her fingers through Harry's hair. Her hips also writhed on his fingers, almost nearing a surprising release. Her punctuated gasps were quick and shallow, almost as if trying to speak and being unable to.
Despite teasing Cho's breast with his mouth, Harry found his lips going dry. He knew it was time to focus on the main thing, as the bulge had become quite painful.
So, as he felt Cho's body shivering against him, without leaving her clutching core, he used the other hand to untie his pants swiftly and lower them along with the underpants.
Right away, his hot, bulging manhood jumped out, straining with all its veins pumped, craving to feel her wet warmth. He stopped eating her breast and reclaimed her mouth, realising that she had no idea his cock was out. He felt a tinge of guilt and thought of telling her what he was about to do, but then those thoughts vanished abruptly, replaced with the unfiltered desire to seek pleasure.
"Cho… I'm going t—"
"Ah! Oh, oh, Harry… Yes!" Cho moaned and groaned before Harry could finish speaking. She wiggled around his invading twin fingers, bringing her wetness to peak pleasure, pushing her close to a release.
Harry took her words as an agreement, lined his member beside her wet lips, and pulled out his fingers. For a split second, Cho frowned and sighed in disappointment. But in the next instant, she felt something entering her depth again; this time, it was much thicker and warmer.
Her eyes jolted open right then as she realised what was happening.
Half back to her senses, she noticed being pinned onto the large mirror behind, her one leg raised around Harry's side, her saliva-soaked silky breasts out, and down below, the sensation of the invasion.
"Harry!" She exclaimed.
But Harry caught Cho's leg with his freed hand and raised her thighs higher, giving him the smoothest reach into her. Drunk in pleasure, he folded his knees slightly and raised his hips upward to enter in a long, slow and smooth push.
"Aaah!" Cho cried in pleasure as her womanhood stretched more than ever before.
Harry almost felt his mind fading away into an unexplainable daze on Cho's shoulder as he felt the warmth of a woman for the first time. The sensation as he pushed his shaft fully in was otherworldly, something he didn't want to forget, ever.
Cho's creamy, silky insides squeezed him; the wetness spread the warmth evenly, and his own pulsating length reminded him of where he rested within.
"Umph!" Cho moaned when Harry lifted her leg further to the side and pushed her harder behind, almost making her lean on the mirror wall, as he leaned over her too and moved his hips slowly.
This was his first time. He wanted to satisfy her and last long, so he didn't go fast, but relatively slow and deep, pulling his knob slowly each time before entering again, spreading her sweet lips apart.
"Harry… Don't come inside!" Cho managed to whisper to him.
"I will n—" Something stopped him from saying it fully, and he gave the first, fast and hard thrust into her. The ease at which he impaled her flesh sent shivers to his knees, and once again, Cho began to buckle under him, her own single leg on the verge of giving up as he held the other in the air.
Losing his mind, Harry unconsciously started to move faster with stronger pumps, destined to feel every part of her warmth. He revelled in the feeling of her body grinding against his and his face resting so close to hers. Her eyes were open, and her mouth moaning, while he looked back with a strained smile.
"Ah, ah, ooooh…" Cho gasped, and her belly began to throb, caving in and out as she sucked in the air. Her ass twitched, attempting to free her leg from Harry's grasp, but to no avail. With each passing moment, Harry cravingly pushed in, and she shifted restlessly beneath his wild motion.
He leaned in, took one of her perky breasts in his mouth, and played with the swollen bud. Cho reacted wildly to that and almost fell on the floor in pleasure. But to her delight, she found what she was craving, and gasped in completion.
An incredible climax rose within the depth of her core and exploded outward atop Harry's girth that she milked. Tight squeezes and convulsions followed, and the molten sensation of the total release overtook.
"Umh… Oh, Harry! You're… oh, oh amah-zing… aaah!" She lost her mind and threw herself forward to hold onto Harry, to avoid falling.
The entire time, her orgasm leaked onto his impaling, wild, pumping hot shaft. It aroused Harry further, making him grab her waist and pull her closer while raising one leg. He slightly changed his position and raised her knee even higher to get better access from her side.
Being stretched like that made Cho even more aroused, and she let go of any semblance of shame and moaned to the moon under the mistletoe.
"Ha, ha, ha…" Harry gasped for air, tired and sweating profusely. He felt the lighting bolts of fulfilment reaching closer to the tip of his shaft in blissful agony.
His face only nestled beside Cho's ears as he wildly faced the mirror. To his shock, he noticed his smiling face, and it was not a smile he was used to, for it contained a strange grin.
"Harry—slower… please!" Cho pleaded as he dug into her, holding nothing back. Being an athlete, he lacked no stamina and power either.
The thrusting hits of his hips resonated on the cold winter night. It was the last day of the DA's training, but to his delight, it marked the beginning of something far more exciting in his life.
"Cho, I'm about to…" He told her and lost control. He licked the skin of her neck with deep passion and caressed the thigh of the leg he had held upward. Even raised it further up, almost forcing Cho to lean sideways, and licked her leg as well, where her molten nectar seeped slowly.
She panicked despite drowning in pleasure. "N-Not inside… Harry!"
"I know!" Harry shouted. He wanted to release it outside, but for some reason, his body refused. His hips kept moving on their own, clouding his head with the thoughts of how it'd feel to stain her pulsating core.
"Harry…!" She cried his name again in warning.
"Haaaa…" Harry groaned and felt a strong jolt shake his thighs. It took all the willpower in his head to move, and abruptly, he lost the grip on Cho's leg.
Instantly, Cho fell to her knees with a thud in exhaustion. But that brought her right in front of Harry's shaft that he stroked wildly to have his release. It happened at a moment's notice, and a shattering release burst out of his knob, stiffening his body and bringing the ultimate joy.
"Arhhh…" A heavy stream with tendrils of his seeds shot at her, soaking her little nose and painting half of her face in white. Her shining black hair wasn't spared, and even one eye had to be closed.
"Oh!" She reacted quickly and took him into her mouth, almost gulping half his length in her warm mouth. "Ummm…!"
For Harry, his pleasure wasn't over as this was his first time. A copious amount of white, thick nectar filled Cho's tiny mouth, forcing her to pout her lips around his throbbing girth. She stared at him with weak eyes, watching Harry grit his jaw and squint his eyes while moving his lips.
"Cho!" Harry leaned forward and pumped his hips for the last time, filling her mouth with more of his flesh. He looked down at last and couldn't help but feel how absolutely arousing she looked.
Finally, when she felt Harry was done, she pulled her mouth back from his length and coughed, spitting much of the sweet white lava she hadn't swallowed yet. To her own shock, she didn't find his taste disgusting, but rather sweet, or perhaps it was her mind playing tricks in the moment of excitement.
"I'm sorry, Cho… I…" Harry felt furious with himself as he sensed his normal emotions and state of mind returning.
He quickly knelt and noticed her bare breast ruined by his furious saliva. Immediately, he removed his sweater and used it to clean her chest, only to feel shy when he touched the softness.
Cho sighed, still panting a little, and began fixing herself. She cleaned her hair and then buttoned up her shirt since her bra hooks had been broken off. Then, at last, she stood up and pulled her thongs up, still feeling sore in her womanhood, bringing a seductive smile to her face.
"Next time, tell me before you're nearing, Harry." Cho requested as she reddened in shame and began walking toward the exit. "And thank you… for… cheering me up. Bye!"
Still in shock at what had happened, Harry watched her vanish through the door. "What happened to me today? How could I treat Cho like this? But… Did she like it? Next time?"
Just the thought of being able to feel her tight warmth around his member aroused him again.
"Hahah—" He laughed for a split second and quickly questioned it. "Why did I laugh like that?"
Certainly, there was much to think about. But for that evening, he believed it was better to ignore it all and relish in the memory of what occurred.
Ron and Hermione are going to be annoying. Harry realised and soon left the Room of Requirement too. Should I tell them?
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Voldemort groaned in his new body, which he knew was temporary. He rubbed his long and thin fingers on his hairless face and head, soothing the mind from the sensations he had felt from a body far away.
"Disappointed, but a great start," he thought out loud as he looked out the window of the dilapidated house on the snowy mountain. "Let us wait for the next target. But first, I should begin preparations from my side—Bellatrix!"
Bam!
The door of the dimly lit room opened, and Bellatrix walked in, smiling widely and staring at the tall back of the Dark Lord with reverence. Her crazed eyes, curly hair that was a wild yet beautiful mess, her pale skin lacking any spot of impurity, and her black dress tightly holding her curves made her seem like a perfect combination of beautiful maiden and madness.
"My Lord?" She softly inquired.
Voldemort didn't turn to look at her and continued to watch the cliff outside and the snowy landscape. "Come here, Bella. Stand before me."
"Yes, my Lord." She chirped and rushed to walk over and stop in front of Voldemort, facing him and staring at him with delight.
The Dark Lord raised his slender hands, as pale as snow and ash mixed together. At first, he caressed Bellatrix's face, rubbing her lips with his thumb, which he knew excited her. "Bella, I had a magical experience just now. One which has left me… unsatisfied in ways."
"I will do anything for you, my Lord," she excitedly responded, welcoming and loving the touch from him.
Voldemort smiled and slowly drifted his hand down from her neck. Without any reservation, he caressed her ample breasts and abruptly gripped them, wrapping them all with his large palm.
"Kneel for me, my Bella, my most loyal, cherished follower."
"My Lord!" She exclaimed, eyes wide in excitement. Without another word, she quickly knelt on her knees.
Right away, Voldemort loosened his breeches and presented himself to Bellatrix, "I believe you know what needs to be done."
Bellatrix responded with her actions and welcomed all she could receive from her beloved Dark Lord. Accepting him all the way, no matter if she gagged or teared up—the Dark Lord's desires were more important.
"Good…" Voldemort took a relaxing breath and again watched the landscape through the window. "This Dolores Umbridge… She will be a hindrance to my plans. Bring her to me for a short meeting."
"Ummm…" Bellatrix responded with her mouth full.
Eventually, an hour passed, and Bellatrix finally rose in a mess and began taking off her dress to satisfy her lord further.
"Enough… Take care of what I ordered, and I shall reward you… appropriately."
Disappointed but with no lack of fanaticism, she left the room, "Understood, my Lord."
Finally, being alone, he pondered on his greater plans that he dared not share with any, not even his closest.
To give them a false sense of victory, I must continue to do everything as planned… The Department of Mysteries needs to be infiltrated.
But even then, he couldn't help but smirk thinking about further adventures he would have with Harry Potter's mind. Without ever meeting him, corrupting him was proving to be not only easier but much more entertaining.
Who should be next? He wondered.
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