Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
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Harry groaned as he woke up, feeling Luna's soft lips wrap around the head of his member, sucking as her tongue swirled over his sensitive skin.
His hands slid down to stroke her blonde hair, encouraging her to continue. Her eyes watched him adoringly, blinking beneath her long lashes.
It was Monday morning, and soon they would have to rush to start classes for the day.
Reclining on the comfortable bed, Harry positioned himself so he could enjoy the sight of Luna pleasuring him.
She pulled away and smiled at him before gently kissing the tip of his member. Laughing at the way he bobbed, she dove in again, sucking just the head, playing with her tongue.
Harry felt the urge to grab her head and force his member deep down her throat, until he saw her with tears in her eyes, her face covered in his seed. But he held back, preferring to leave her in charge. He continued to stroke her hair softly, before gently pushing her down, feeling his length bury itself in her mouth. Luna coughed lightly, saliva running out as her tongue continued to circle around him.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she sank deeper, swallowing his entire length. On all fours, with her ass stuck out, Luna held and caressed his balls gently, causing Harry to moan with the double pleasure. Holding her hair in a fist, he began to move his hips, fucking her mouth slowly.
"Merlin, your mouth is amazing," he moaned.
With one hand in her hair and the other resting on the bed, Harry began to move his hips upward, sliding his member into her mouth repeatedly. Luna struggled to keep up, but wasn't backing down. Tears were streaming down her eyes as she kept up the pace, taking the throat fucking as best she could.
"I'm almost there, Luna. Take it all," he warned. Luna responded with a wink, intensifying her caresses, and with one last moan, Harry thrust deep, releasing his load into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly as he watched her devour every drop of his seed.
For a while, they sat in silence, just enjoying the peace of the moment. But Luna, being who she was, soon turned her attention to something that was on her mind. "Harry, have you ever asked anyone about their families?"
Harry frowned, a little confused. "Families? What are you talking about?"
Luna tilted her head to the side, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and compassion. "It seems like you don't know much about the heritage you carry. Maybe you should ask Daphne Greengrass. She can help you with that."
Harry blinked in surprise. "Daphne? Why would she know anything about this?"
Luna shrugged, as if it were obvious. "The Greengrasses are an old family, Harry. They understand these things. And… you should think of me as a candidate for House Peverell."
Harry was even more confused, but before he could ask further, Luna stood up, indicating that their moment was ending. "I think it's time for us to go. We have a busy day ahead of us."
Despite still being intrigued, Harry agreed, deciding he would talk to Daphne at some point.
The day passed quickly, with classes taking up most of the time. Defense Against the Dark Arts was intense as always.
Nymphadora Tonks, now a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, entered the room with the same vibrant energy that had accompanied her since she was an Auror. Her hair changed color depending on her mood, going from a bright pink to an electric blue as she prepared for class. Tonks, as she always preferred to be called, was an inspiring figure for the students. She had survived the war, she had seen the worst of the world, and yet she maintained a sparkle in her eyes that suggested that life, despite everything, was still something to be celebrated.
"Good morning, class!" she exclaimed, flashing a wide smile at the room. "Today, we're going to cover a topic that I believe will be of great use to all of you: advanced defense spells and how to use them in real dangerous situations."
Harry, sitting next to Hermione, watched as Tonks walked around the room, her wand twirling casually between her fingers. She stopped in front of the blackboard, where with a quick flick of her wand, words appeared: Combat Protection and Containment.
"The first thing you need to understand," began Tonks, "is that in any combat situation, the number one priority is to stay alive. And the best way to do that is with well-executed defense spells. The I protect the total It's one of my favorites for that. Creates a complete protective barrier around a designated area. Now, pay attention to the movement of the wand."
She demonstrated the spell, making a quick, fluid movement while muttering "Protego Totalum." An invisible barrier formed around her, emitting a subtle silver glow that soon dissipated. "You can't see it, but this barrier is here, and it's strong enough to repel most spells you could face."
The students were visibly impressed. Tonks had a way of teaching that made even the most complicated spells seem accessible. She encouraged constant practice, but did so with a light humor that kept morale high. She walked around the room a little while watching the students try to replicate the spell.
"Good job!" praised Tonks. "Now, how about we try to combine this with the Salvio Hexia? This combination creates a powerful, multifaceted defense."
Throughout the class, Tonks guided them through a series of protection spells, each one more complex than the last. She made a point of highlighting real-life situations where these spells could be the difference between life and death. His tone, although always cheerful, carried the seriousness of someone who had lived on the front lines of war.
"Before we close, I want you to try the Fianto Duri," said Tonks. "This spell solidifies the barriers created, making them practically impenetrable. It requires a good deal of concentration, but I know you can do it."
The students spread out around the room to practice, and Tonks walked among them, correcting postures and offering tips with her usual infectious energy. When she reached Harry again, she gave his butt an encouraging pat. He stared at her, who passed by him, turned her face back and winked at him, shamelessly.
When the class finally came to an end, Tonks smiled widely at the class. "Alright, everyone. Remember: practice makes perfect. Keep training, because the outside world, even after the war, can still be a dangerous place."
The seventh year Potions classroom was silent as the students waited for their new teacher, Narcissa Black. Since her marriage to Lucius Malfoy had been annulled after the war, Narcissa had returned to Hogwarts to teach, bringing with her a cool grace and authority that the students dared not question. His presence was imposing, but with a touch of mystery that everyone in the room could feel.
"Today, we will prepare the Veritaserum," Narcissa announced, entering the room with soft steps, her firm but soft voice filling the space. "One of the most powerful and dangerous potions we can handle. The truth is a weapon, and whoever controls this potion must do so with extreme caution."
Harry was sitting next to Hermione, who was already preparing her ingredients with precision. The next table housed Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, both from Slytherin, focused on their work. At other tables, Blaise Zabini, Padma Patil, Su Li, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Ernest Macmillan, Terry Boot, Michael Corner, Lisa Turpin and Megan Jones were doing the same, each preparing for the complex task ahead.
Narcissa walked between the tables, carefully observing everyone's progress. "Veritaserum requires not only precision, but a deep understanding of its properties. If the preparation is not perfect, the potion may be ineffective or, worse, cause irreversible damage." She stood next to Daphne, watching her careful cutting of nightshade roots. "Good work, Greengrass. Keep it up."
She continued, passing the table of Terry Boot and Michael Corner, who were arguing in hushed tones over the order of the ingredients. "Boot, Corner, Veritaserum requires patience. Don't be in a hurry." Her eyes turned to Harry, and for a brief moment, he felt her watching him with a different, deeper interest.
"Potter," said Narcissa, approaching his desk. "Make sure to add the British oak essence at the exact right time, not before, not after." She leaned in slightly, and Harry could smell the delicate perfume she wore, something subtle but intoxicating. "This potion, when prepared correctly, is infallible. A truth that no one can hide." Her tone was calm, but there was a slight hint in her voice, something that made Harry feel strangely exposed, as if she were testing him in some way.
"Understood, Professor," he replied, trying to maintain his composure as he followed her instructions. Narcissa smiled, an almost imperceptible gesture, but one that didn't go unnoticed by Harry.
As the class progressed, students carefully followed each step, adding ingredients in the correct order and maintaining the precise temperature of the cauldron. Narcissa continued to circulate around the room, offering specific guidance and corrections. When it was finally time to pour the Veritaserum into the vials, the tension in the room was palpable. Everyone wanted to make sure their potion was perfect, as they knew Narcissa wouldn't tolerate anything less than that.
Narcissa began to inspect the vials, evaluating each one with a critical eye. When she reached Harry and Hermione's table, she took the vial from Harry, holding it up to the light to check its transparency. "Very well, Potter," she said, with a small smile that seemed to contain more than just approval. "You have a natural talent for this. Perhaps one day, this ability will take you to unexpected places."
Harry nodded, feeling that mix of curiosity and discomfort again. There was something about Narcissa he couldn't quite decipher, a subtle game she seemed to be playing with him.
"Good work, all of you," Narcissa announced, turning to the class. "Veritaserum is a powerful potion, and today you demonstrated an ability that many do not possess. Remember, the use of this potion is strictly controlled. Never forget the weight of responsibility it carries."
With that, the class ended, and the students began to put away their materials. As they left the room, Harry couldn't shake the thought of Narcissa. There was something more to her. She always thought she was hot. If she really was flirting with him, maybe he should try rocking that boat. He knew he would have to find out more, but for now, he preferred to put that aside, focusing on what was yet to come that day.
During the breaks, Harry exchanged a few words with his friends. However, the conversation with Luna still weighed on his mind, especially the part about Daphne and their families.
At the end of the day, after a patrol as a prefect, Harry went to the Head Boy's dormitory, feeling tired but happy. The patrol had been uneventful, uneventful, and he was looking forward to relaxing a little.
But, before he could reach his destination, everything suddenly went dark. Harry was hit with a stunning spell, a Stupefy, coming from somewhere behind him.
When he came to, he found himself in a completely unexpected situation. He was naked and tied to a bed. His eyes widened when he noticed the Carrow twins, Hestia and Flora, also naked, beside him. He was angry at first, mainly due to his carelessness, but he tried to remain calm.
"If you wanted something from me, you could have asked," Harry joked, trying to ease the tension of the situation.
The twins, however, didn't seem to believe him. "No one treats us well," Hestia said, her voice low. "Everyone avoids us because of our uncles."
Flora added, almost in a whisper, "But... we want you."
Harry, sensing their vulnerability, decided not to resist. Maybe, she thought, this was exactly what the twins needed to feel a little more human, less judged.
He watched them closely. They were a little taller than Luna, with a slender and well-proportioned stature, which gave them a graceful air.
Their bodies were harmoniously sculpted, with subtle curves that emphasized femininity. The long, delicate legs were well defined, with a silhouette that traced elegantly from the hips to the ankles. The arms, also slender, were adorned with soft, flawless skin, ending in delicate hands that moved with grace.
With relatively large breasts and small, pink nipples, her proportions were balanced, reflecting a healthy, athletic body. The waist was slightly tapered, giving the impression of an hourglass-shaped figure, which further accentuated her curves.
Their long, wavy brown hair framed their faces charmingly. When they moved, her locks seemed to dance, catching the light and creating a subtle shine that further accentuated her beauty.
"Well… So, why don't we start?" Harry said, looking at them and then at his already erect member.
They immediately went to his shaft. Flora placing her head in his warm mouth, while Hestia went straight for his balls.
Harry was uncomfortable being tied to the bed, but the feeling of both girls sucking him was incredible. Flora lodged his huge cock in her throat, trying to get as much as possible right away, and Hestia sucked both his balls at the same time, taking her hands to her sister's head, pushing her down.
After a few moments of this, Hestia let go of his sack and approached his member, at the same time that Flora took his cock out of her mouth. They began to lick him, each one taking one side of his penis. They started slowly, going from the base to the tip of his veiny cock, where they kissed with his bulbous head in the middle. They repeated this without any rush and Harry lost his patience.
He used his magic to undo their bonds and, the moment they fell, he lifted his body, holding both girls by their hair, taking his dick to Flora's mouth first, fucking her face without blinking. He saw the look of pure lust in her eyes as he pounded her wildly. Harry stopped a little, giving her time to breathe, lunging directly at Hestia, who already had her mouth open in wait.
Harry alternated between both girls, until he felt his release approaching. "Here it comes." He pulled away and painted the twins with his seed.
They wasted no time, starting to lick each other clean of their cum from each other's faces. Such a scene meant that Harry barely had time to soften, as his cock bent again.
As soon as they finished their brotherly moment, they turned to him. Harry then lay down, preparing himself for what was to come.
"Flora, sit on my face. Hestia, you will ride me while I take your sister off with my tongue." They carried out his orders immediately.
Hestia placed her hands on Harry's chest, rubbing his large member against the front of her wet entrance. Enjoying how his shaft rubbed against her sensitive clit as she lifted her hips to rub the tip of his erection against her glistening petals.
Harry placed his hands on Hestia's hips, not to pull her, but to steady her as she slowly took his cock inch by inch. He marveled at how tight her pussy was.
When Hestia took all of his cock, Flora sat on his face, facing her sister, who had her eyes closed, trying to get used to the feeling of his massive cock inside her. Harry removed his hands from Hestia's hips, holding Flora tightly as he began to lick her.
"Mmm… ohh Merlin…" Flora moaned as Harry's tongue slid over her wet pussy. She tried to keep herself upright while he teased her folds with his tongue.
Harry didn't want to let Hestia do all the work and soon began to participate with the same intensity, moving his hips and thrusting upwards. Hestia screamed in pleasure as she felt Harry's cock going deeper and firmer inside her, pressing her ass against him urgently, loving the feeling of the movement of their bodies. While he was busy with her, Harry gently separated Flora's folds and slid his tongue inside her, making her moan loudly and lightly squeeze her thighs around his head as she felt his tongue penetrating her intimacy. She could feel every movement as Harry lapped up her juices, and all she could do was sigh and moan in pleasure.
"Ahh, Harry! Ohh fuck... ohh fuck... you... OOOHHHH!" cried Flora, experiencing the most intense sensation she had ever felt as Harry's tongue, which was pushing deep inside her, began to move in a rhythmic manner, touching all the sensitive nerve endings inside your pussy, stimulating all the points at the same time. Harry smiled as he used his ability to pleasure the girl, knowing she would love it. He wanted everyone to climax together, and this was the best way to ensure that. He already felt his own climax approaching, and the warm, tight feeling of Hestia around him only intensified his excitement, bringing him closer and closer.
Hestia leaned forward, cupping Flora's breasts and pulling on her swollen nipples, noticing the expression of pure pleasure on the girl's face. They kissed passionately, while Hestia caressed Flora's breasts. She pulled back from the kiss and screamed as Harry began to thrust even harder into her, slamming into her repeatedly with increasing intensity.
"Fuck... Fuck..." repeated Hestia, holding Flora, who was also on the verge of losing control. Harry gripped Hestia's round buttocks tightly as she straddled him.
"Oh, fuck... fuck... I'm... ohh! I'm cumming!" Hestia screamed as Harry gave one last thrust, bottoming out inside her. Her orgasm came hard, making her shudder violently as Flora also approached her climax. "Yes... yes... aahhhh!" Harry grunted as he felt Flora convulse on him. Hestia's pussy squeezed him like a vise, and he wouldn't have been able to stop even if he wanted to. He felt his climax coming, and a thick wave of his semen filled the girl deeply. The Slytherin moaned in pleasure as she and Flora held each other, both riding out their own orgasms as Harry also reached his peak.
Minutes passed where they cuddled together and caught their breath. Then, Harry got up from the bed, along with Flora. The girl on her elbows and knees in the middle of the bed, presenting her pink pussy to him. She pulled her twin up by her thighs, burying her face in her stuffed pussy, slurping up all the cum Harry had buried in her.
Harry wasted no time, burying himself to the hilt in Flora, who tightened her grip around him even more. Letting out a growl, he pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside her and then entered her completely. The creaking of the bed echoed as he thrust hard.
Flora opened her mouth in a silent scream as she was filled to the hilt. "Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Hestia, as her sister's gasps were reverberating directly into her used pussy. Within minutes, Flora was close to climax, she pushed her hips back to meet Harry's thrusts, encouraging him to increase the intensity even more, until the sound of their bodies colliding was all that could be heard.
Shortly after, Harry felt another orgasm approaching. Holding Flora's hips, he slightly changed the angle at which he drilled her, reaching a special spot inside her. Flora let out even louder moans when she felt Harry unload a large amount of cum inside her. "HARRY!", she screamed as she was hit by another orgasm with the sensation of being filled. She rested her face against Hestia's pussy, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, as she placidly teased her clit, which led to another orgasm.
Harry removed himself from the girl and admired the twins. They had a certain beauty, with their sweaty bodies shining from their sexual session.
"Well, we'll have to do it again!" He said, getting positive nods from them.
With a happy wave, and a kiss from each girl, Harry said goodbye and returned to his quarters.
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