Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 23 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Alright guys, here we are with the end of Book One of this fic. Be sure to read the closing Author's Note to hear about the NEW Harry Potter Fic I'll be starting next month in this slot

Hope people enjoy this little finale. After writing hundreds of different Harry Potter scenarios, it was incredibly difficult to come up with one that felt at least somewhat new and original...

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“… Slytherin, then.”

Hermione’s eyes widen for a moment, and then she grins.

“Oh? Trying to make this easier on me? Or… harder? Either way, I’ll make it happen. See you later tonight, Harry~”

And like that, the brunette bookworm leaves him standing there, watching her leave. It’s fun to watch her leave, to be fair, but Harry does have to wonder precisely what her plan is. He’d said Slytherin because… what, he thought it’d be easy enough for her to rope Pansy in? But then, what did Hermione mean by harder, if that were the case?

In the end, Harry decides to put it out of his mind for the time being. After all, what can he really do about it at this point but wait to see what happens next? Or at least, that would be his preference. In truth, Harry finds himself driven to distraction multiple times throughout the day, wondering what Hermione has planned for him.

When night finally falls and Hermione sends him a message to meet her and her mysterious partner in the Room of Requirement, Harry has to hold himself back from rushing there with all his speed. Instead, he walks at a clipped but measured pace, head held high and looking like he has all the confidence in the world.

When he reaches the Room of Requirement, he walks back and forth in front of it the required number of times, while thinking about ‘the scenario that Hermione Granger wants’ as her note had required. When the door finally appears, Harry steps right on through, undeniably curious to see exactly what he’s going to find waiting for him there.

“AHA! You’ve finally arrived, Harold the Barbarian! It is time to meet your DOOM!”

… This really wasn’t it. For a long moment, Harry just has to… take in the situation. Number One, the instant he stepped through the door, he’d been transformed by the room’s magic. His clothes were gone, replaced by a loincloth, and he was pretty sure he’d been beefed up somehow. He was never particularly out of shape to begin with, but now he had the body of a bodybuilder… or rather, a barbarian, if that was the role he was expected to play.

And that was just him. Then there was the rest of the room. The Room of Requirement had been transformed to look like some Evil Sorceress’ tower, from the look of things. With one Daphne Greengrass playing the role of Evil Sorceress. With her hair done up in an impressively extravagant hairdo and her lips painted the same bright green as her eyeshadow, she certainly looked the part. The gorgeous green and silver dress only completed the ensemble.

She stood atop a dais on the other side of the room, pointing her wand in his direction in an overly dramatic way. It was she who had called out to him when he’d first entered. But Hermione was there too. Hermione, dear sweet, conniving minx of a witch that she was, was currently clad in heavy armor. From the look of things, she was Daphne’s Black Knight, her Chief Enforcer in this scenario. Two Women of Evil, doing Evil Things together.

“I shall not sully myself with you! Get him, my minion!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

With that, Hermione begins to clomp forward. Harry blinks at her, watching carefully as she gets closer and closer. Neither of them are apparently armed, though he’s pretty sure the Room could produce weapons if it can produce the rest of this. As such, Hermione comes at him with her fists. Her fists which are currently clad in impressively menacing dark spiky gauntlets from the looks of things.

However, when she throws a punch, it’s unbelievably slow and incredibly telegraphed. Harry is able to duck it with ease, and then grab her by her wrists with both hands. Much to his surprise, when he does so, that menacing black armor that Hermione the Black Knight is wearing… crumbles in his grip. Her gauntlets fall off of her altogether as the armor, which apparently has the consistency of tissue paper, positively disintegrates at his touch.

“Oh no! Mistress, the Enchanted Armor you gave me… it’s crumbling right before my eyes! The rumors must be true! Harold the Barbarian has an Anti-Magic Spell imbued directly into his soul! Mistress, you must flee!”

As Harry finds himself just struggling a little to follow along with Hermione’s over the top dramatics, Daphne gasps from atop her dais.

“What?! That can’t be!”

And then she jabs her wand in his direction, and a sickly bolt of magic in killing curse green goes flying his way. Now, logically, Harry knows that Daphne hasn’t cast the killing curse at him for real. Logically, he knows she wouldn’t be able to cast it without actually saying the incantation first. Logically, these two things were true. But in that split second that the killing curse green fills his vision, Harry doesn’t know a damn thing about logic. 

Of course, then it splashes over his muscular torso with no effect and his mind catches up with the situation as he recognizes only a split second later that of course he was never in any danger at all. Hermione and Daphne weren’t trying to kill him, they were trying to fuck him. Still, after overcoming that moment of life passing before his eyes terror, Harry looks down to see the slightest twinkle of mischief and teasing delight hidden behind Hermione’s feigned mask of fear and disbelief.

… Alright, enough was enough. Taking a brief second to properly get into character, ‘Harold the Barbarian’ lets out a growl and begins sliding his hands further along Hermione’s arms, continuing the destruction of her Black Knight suit of armor.

“… That’s right. Your magic doesn’t work on me. But I assure you, mine will work on you.”

Hermione squeals in panic, even as he strips her bare. In moments, she goes from being menacing and intimidating in her spiky black armor, to being stripped down naked, revealed to be the young woman she truly is. Although Harry can tell she’s had the Room of Requirement enhance her in the same way it enhanced him. Where he got the barbarian physique, Hermione seems to have bimbofied herself just a tad. Under all that armor, she’s positively bodacious in her looks.

“M-Mistress, you must flee! He’s got me! He’s got me and he’s going to defile me right in front of you!”

“I-I can’t… his Anti-Magic has blocked off Apparition!”

“Noooo!”

Snorting in amusement, Harry flicks his loincloth aside and lets his rather erect cock out from it’s scant confines. Lifting Hermione up into the air effortlessly, he spins her around and forces her to face her ‘Mistress of Evil’ even as Daphne watches, wide eyed and biting one of her green lips most lustfully. Getting Hermione into position, Harry looks back her up towards the ‘Evil Sorceress’ currently stood on her dais.

“I’ll get to you next, woman.”

And then he drops Hermione down onto his cock, taking the would be Black Knight in a full nelson right then and there. As Hermione’s girlish shrieks fill the room and Harry grunts as he bounces her up and down on his dick faster and faster by the moment, Daphne… collapses. She looks broken, hamming up the character she’s supposed to be playing quite well in fact, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock at how quickly the tables were turned on her and her servant.

Of course, Hermione’s ‘character’ quickly begins to evolve and reveal ‘new depths’ as time goes on.

“M-Mistress! Mistress, it feels so good! His cock… his big fat cock is stirring up my insides, Mistress!”

Not to be outdone, Daphne actually manages to look impressively heartbroken as she reaches out a trembling hand (her fingernails painted green, Harry notes) towards the two of them.

“N-No… my servant, please…”

“I want it, Mistress! I’m sorry, but I want it! I want his cock! It feels soooooo good!!!”

Grunting, Harry takes a step forward. And then another. And another. Bouncing Hermione up and down on his cock all along, he makes his way across the room and towards Daphne’s dais. And then he begins to walk up it. Seeing him coming, Daphne’s eyes widen in fear and the ‘Evil Sorceress’ skitters backwards as he reaches the top of the stairs.

Scrambling backwards, shuffling back on her ass as her hands and feet scramble for purchase, she eventually slams into the wicked, evil-looking throne behind her. But Harry keeps coming, until there’s nowhere else left for her to hide, nowhere else left for her to run. He holds Hermione over her and continues to fuck the bimbofied brunette right above her. Soon enough, Hermione’s squealing reaches a fever pitch and she begins to cum, squirting pussy juices all over her Mistress’ face.

Daphne flinches at the spray of fluids that hits across her face. Hermione moans like a wanton whore upon his cock. The moment is perfect, so Harry stops holding himself back, letting his release arrive. His seed flows up into Hermione’s cunt, only for gravity to take it back down his length. Strings of his cum explode out of her stuffed pussy and end up splattering Daphne’s face as well, making an utter mess of the ‘Evil Sorceress’ as she sits there on the ground, back against her throne, thoroughly defeated.

Except, she’s not quite defeated yet, now is she? Smirking, Harry slowly pulls Hermione up off of his cock. He lays her out rather gently on the floor, and she just lays there, twitching and moaning and mewling. Whether that’s still part of her act or not, he honestly can’t say, but all of his attention is on Daphne anyways. She’s trembling now, as he steps up to her and growls.

“You’re in the way.”

Eyes wide, honest confusion in them, Daphne furrows her brow.

“I-In the way of what?!”

Grinning wickedly, showing off rows of pearly white teeth that probably shouldn’t be quite so clean since he’s supposed to be a barbarian, Harry snorts.

“My throne.”

Pushing her aside, he sits down upon the throne behind her. Daphne watches him, something like bemusement flashing across her face. Then her gaze slides down to his cock, still fully erect, standing straight up at full mast between his spread legs.

“Well? Going to take your seat, Sorceress?”

A blush spreads across her messy face, but Daphne slowly rises all the same. She tries to stick her nose up in the air, even as she slowly lifts up her dress and steps forward, but Harry isn’t having it. He grabs her the moment she’s in range and yanks her into his lap. As expected, her dress tears easily when it’s him doing the pulling.

RIIIIIIP!!!

Daphne squeaks, even as Harry tosses away the bottom half of her dress contemptuously. Then, he grabs her around her waist with one arm, lifts her up into the air, and then slams her down onto his cock right then and there. The ‘Evil Sorceress’ can’t help but cum on the spot, much to Harry’s amusement. Her eyes immediately roll back in her head as she orgasms explosively, showing just how much Daphne had been anticipating this moment.

Smirking, Harry begins to fuck her on his dick, bouncing her up and down on his length again and again, faster and deeper by the second. Daphne, for her part, turns into a wanton slut, her face contorting in pleasure, her body shaking and trembling. Eager to see more, he tears the rest of her dress away too, before leaning in to feast on her breasts.

As End of the Year Celebrations go, this one had to take the cake. If Hermione wanted to continue to reward him for his efforts concerning her, Harry would gladly let her. Meanwhile, Daphne Greengrass felt amazing on his cock. Though he had to admit, one question did plague his mind.

He waits until after he’s finished inside of her to ask it though. First, he fucks her through multiple explosive orgasms, and then he cums inside of her, creampieing her just like he did Hermione. Only once that’s happened, only once Daphne has collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily as she squirms in his lap, does Harry ask the obvious.

“… I have to wonder how she got you to do this, Heiress Greengrass.”

Freezing up for a moment at him breaking character, what little of Daphne’s face that Harry can see is quite clearly bright red as she averts her gaze and doesn’t look him in the eye. He doesn’t quite hear her first response, mumbled under her breath as it was. So, lifting his brow, Harry hums questioningly.

“What was that?”

Scowling and blushing furiously, Daphne bunches up a hand into a fist and punches Harry with it weakly a few times before finally speaking louder.

“… She let me be the Evil Sorceress.”

For a moment, Harry processes that statement. His mind conjures up an image of Hermione being the Evil Sorceress and Daphne being the Black Knight… and to be honest, it doesn’t look right in his head. Glancing down, he makes contact with a suspiciously recovered Hermione, only to have the buxom brunette wink at him slyly.

She’d always intended for Daphne to play this role, hadn’t she? But she’d managed to trick the prideful witch into going along with it all anyways by making it seem like she was sacrificing a lot by playing the servant. Instead, Hermione got first dibs on Harry’s cock, and he’s not even sure Daphne noticed.

… Heh, he’d trained Hermione well, if she’d managed to get one over on the Pureblood Heiress so thoroughly. Though it also spoke volumes about just how much of a pervert Daphne was, deep down inside. Ah well, in the end it was what it was… and as far as ‘Last Hurrahs’ before Summer Break went, this one was amazing.

“Thank you girls… and I look forward to seeing you both next year.”

Given everything that had happened this year, Harry could only imagine how crazy Second Year would be. And even then, he was pretty sure his imagination couldn’t even begin to cover it.

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A/N: Alright, so originally I had planned to come up with 2-4 ideas for new Harry Potter stories so that you guys could vote on which one you wanted to see the most. But even with months of knowing I was wrapping up this story for the time being, I only came up with one. So I'm just going to go with it and hopefully people will like it.

Next month, the new Harry Potter Patreon Exclusive will be this:

Harry's Eighth Year

Themes: Teacher/Student, Dom/Sub, Multi-Themes

Summary: With Voldemort defeated, Harry knows he has to return to Hogwarts to finish his education. Having skipped his Seventh Year, he needs to go back and finish things properly. Or at least, that's what he assumes. Instead, he finds himself in a meeting with the new Hogwarts Headmistress, having it explained to him that he'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts instead. Make way for Professor Potter.