Professor Potter Ch. 40 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Alright guys, you've made yourselves clear heh, over 80% voted for a wrap up. This was probably one of my messier Patreon Exclusives, and for that I apologize. Tried to change the whole thing in the first 15 chapters and it clearly didn't land very well.

That said, this story will be wrapping up within the next 2-3 chapters. If you want to have a voice in the next Harry Potter fic I write, go check out the new Vibe Check immediately proceeding this post.

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Even as Triss kneels there with her tits around his cock and words of submission and supplication on her lips, something about the situation twinges at Harry’s senses. He doesn’t like it. But why doesn’t he like it? Triss Merigold is a stunning red head with a beautiful body, and he’s currently getting to enjoy that body. On top of that, she’s offering him up all the information he could possibly want. He just has to ask.

And yet… and yet, he doesn’t like how assertive she’s trying to be even now. It hits him then that a witch like Triss Merigold wouldn’t be a member of the Lodge of Sorceresses if she didn’t know how to turn a bad situation to her advantage. He didn’t doubt her sincerity. The Life Debt between her and Hermione was real, and she had even gone out of her way to acknowledge his part in her salvation, causing the Life Debt to spring into existence between the two of them as well.

But that was all part of the gambit, wasn’t it? She hadn’t planned to have an assassination attempt made against her, nor had she planned to owe Hermione her life, but she HAD immediately started to look for a way to turn the situation to her advantage. Even when she was on the backfoot, she was still scheming.

Triss Merigold, Harry decides then and there, is a very dangerous witch indeed. And one that he does not want to give any more room to play her games. Bringing out his wand, Harry flicks it at the red head before she can fully register its presence. Her emerald eyes blink, before a squawk leaves her lips as spools of conjured magical rope fly from it and wrap around her in an instant.

She’s yanked back from him and up into the air as her hands are yanked behind her back, the rope crisscrossing up and down her arms and securing them tightly. At the same time, her legs are pulled apart and bent at the knee, thick bands of conjured rope wrapping around her thigh and shin to bring them together.

Floating there, Triss opens her mouth to speak, only for the rope to take advantage and slip right between her teeth, gagging her as well as yanking her head back at the same time. She can still look at him, but her range of movement is extremely limited now as Harry steps forward and runs his wand along her body, trailing it across her flexing flesh.

“There’s always a choice, Professor Merigold. You’ve made yours, haven’t you? Owing Hermione and now me a Life Debt is all well and good, but I haven’t forgotten the role you played. You and your Lodge came here this year for me. You entered into a teaching contract at Hogwarts willingly for one reason and one reason alone… because you wanted ME. Am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll release you right here and now if you make me believe it.”

For a moment, Triss squirms before slowly shaking her head. No, he’s not wrong. And they both knew it too.

“Hermione.”

The brunette steps forward, moving into place behind Triss. Her hands wrap around and grasp at the older witch’s breasts, giving them a good, hard squeeze and toying with them eagerly. Triss squeals through her gag, taken by surprise as she’d been more focused on Harry in front of her. Not willing to give the red head a chance to catch her bearings, Harry grabs her by her thighs, his fingers digging into her supple, pliant flesh.

His cock slaps against her slit, and he’s a little pleased to find her wet. Perhaps not sopping, but more than a little moist at least. It certainly makes it easier to slam home into her twat, stretching her out around his cock right then and there as she floats between him and Hermione, the magical rope bondage he’s put her in keeping her aloft for him.

Together, Harry and Hermione double team the Charms Professor, with Hermione suckling at Triss’ neck and mauling her sensitive breasts while Harry fucks the red head hard and fast. Triss, trapped in place, can do nothing but take it. Well, that and enjoy it. The older witch definitely enjoys it, for all that she’d been trying to subtly take control before he’d pulled the rug out from under her.

Whether she’s naturally disposed towards submissive behavior or submitting in this way alleviates some of the pressure from the Life Debt, it doesn’t truly matter. The end result is the same; a wantonly moaning Triss Merigold flexing her cunt walls around his cock as her eyes flutter and she rapidly approaches an orgasm.

That’s where Harry stops. Right at the edge of her climaxing all over his member. He ceases all movement and the moment Hermione realizes he’s done so, she follows suit. Triss is left on the edge quite literally, on the precipice of an orgasm, edged beyond belief as Harry halts all efforts to make her cum.

“Mmm…”

Smirking slightly as Triss wiggles a bit, Harry just shakes his head in silence. That silence continues for a moment longer until the rise and fall of Triss’ beautiful breasts ceases being quite so rapid. The red head finds herself walked back from the edge of orgasm against her will, her breathing slowly evening out as she stares at him imploringly. But Harry does not show her mercy. He lets the bit of edging turn into a properly ruined orgasm as the seconds tick by, turning into minutes.

He couldn’t make her cum now if he wanted to, not without starting all over again. Too much time has passed.

Tilting his head to the side, Harry’s own emerald eyes flash as he looks Triss in the eye.

“I trust we both understand your position now, Professor Merigold.”

“… Mmhmm…”

As Triss submits verbally, Harry smiles and begins to move inside of her again, though much more slowly this time. He takes his time building things back up, and Hermione matches his speed and energy to a T, the brunette witch following his lead, much to Harry’s pleasure.

Moaning through her gag at the slower pace, Triss’ eyes flutter, only for her to jolt when he suddenly pulls the rope from between her teeth. It immediately slides down under her chin to her neck instead, not quite choking her, but definitely hugging her throat enough for her to know it’s there.

“Now then, let’s talk about what you know.”

“… O-Of course, Lord Potter. What do you want to k-know?”

Shaking his head, Harry grabs Triss by her chin rather roughly, forcing her eyes to meet his.

“It’s not about what I want to know. It’s about what you think I should know. You owe Hermione and I a Life Debt, Triss. What does the Life Debt think we should know?”

From the light grimace that spreads across her features, Harry knows he has her. By asking him to ask her anything, she put the ball firmly in his court. If he asked a question, she would be obligated by the Life Debt to answer it. But if he didn’t ask the right questions, then she wouldn’t.

Thus, it came down to asking the perfect question. Namely, what did the red head herself think he needed to know to satisfy the Life Debt. Easy enough, though it was clearly uncomfortable for poor Triss Merigold.

“… F-For starters, I lied to you when I agreed with you earlier. You weren’t… the only reason we came to Hogwarts.”

Harry blinks at that, taken aback.

“Is that so?”

Gasping as he slowly slides in and out of her cunt, filling her with his length again and again, Triss whimpers and nods.

“You were… a candidate, in the b-beginning. But there were other options. As w-well… the Lodge knew that Andromeda wasn’t… entirely loyal. We used t-that to our advantage.”

Harry furrows his brow, humming and gesturing for Triss to go on.

“Andromeda… did everything in her power to, mm, keep us from d-dominating Hogwarts with the Lodge. She tried to… hide that from us. She only believed she succeeded b-because we let her believe it.”

That was… surprising but also not. Andromeda had told him how she’d attempted to stack the deck against the Lodge, by bringing in other witches from outside of the Lodge to fill up positions while claiming to her Mistresses that it was outside of her control. Harry had believed the Hogwarts Headmistress to be competent enough to have pulled one over on them so he hadn’t thought about it too hard.

But from the sound of things… Andromeda had been played like a fool. Still, to what end?

“What was the purpose of that?”

Smirking slightly, Triss wiggles in place, though not to escape. She seems… proud of what they’d accomplished.

“Andromeda did our w-work for us, Lord Potter. The others she brought in to fill positions we might have filled with Lodge Witches… each and every one of them was valuable to our plans. The natural Legilimens… the half-Lethifold and her minder, even the Devil’s Snare hybrid and her insane friend.”

Harry blinks, before furrowing his brow at that last mention. It only takes him a second to realize who Triss must be talking about. The Herbology Professor and her Assistant, Pamela Isley and Harleen Quinzel. He had yet to interact with them. Devil’s Snare Hybrid? That sounded… dangerous. But then, no more dangerous than Zatanna and Raven, or Emma and Jean he supposed.

Feeling undeniably protective, Harry takes hold of Triss’ chin again.

“What does the Lodge want with them?”

Licking her lips, Triss hesitates for a moment so Harry punctuates his question with another thrust, reminding her of the rewards of cooperating. With a moan, Triss explains.

“They were, mm, p-persons of interest at first. N-Now… now, they are desired b-by the Lodge’s Benefactor. Philippa Eilhart’s M-Master… and the wizard who likely ordered my death.”

Now they’re getting somewhere. Everything is starting to come together. For a brief moment, Harry considers if it might be too easy. He ponders if Triss is lying. But no, the Life Debt wouldn’t allow it.

Slowly picking up the pace, he rewards the bound red head by fucking her all the harder, causing Triss to moan openly as her pussy walls clench and squeeze along his length.

“Who? Who controls the Lodge of Sorceresses now?”

Eyes fluttering, Triss gasps.

“N-Not all of us… n-not yet. He only owns Philippa through m-magical geas. The rest of us… h-he will need to suborn o-or kill still.”

Harry growls, not liking being strung along.

“Who, Triss Merigold? Who holds Philippa Eilhart’s leash?”

“A-An American Dark Lord… you know him as Sebastian Shaw… the Black King.”

Harry stops dead in his tracks, only beginning to move again when Triss lets out a plaintive whine. Fucking the bound red head almost on autopilot, Harry considers all he knows and how it fits into the context of this new information. But then… of course. Of course it would all fucking tie together like this. He’d been somewhat egotistical, to think that all the Lodge cared about was him, hadn’t he?

In all fairness though, everyone had continually told him that he was the Lodge’s main focus. Even Ciri had… damn, Harry can’t help but snort in amusement as he realizes that he figured out who the American Dark Lord they were after was before Ciri could. And all it took was accidentally saving Triss Merigold’s life because he put Hermione on subverting her while he went off to play hanky panky with the Delacours for a weekend.

… Truly, Harry’s luck was both amazing and atrocious at the same time, wasn’t it? He couldn’t seem to catch a break, but at the same time this was everything he needed.

“You believe Sebastian Shaw has control over Philippa Eilhart? How do you know about this, but Yennefer doesn’t?”

Triss’ eyes flash at the mention of the Potions Mistress, and Harry understands how before the red head even explains.

“Yennefer’s head is too far up her own ass for her to realize what’s happening until it’s too late. She wouldn’t have listened to me even if I had told her. But I didn’t, for obvious reasons.”

Harry frowns, grabbing Triss by the back of her head.

“What obvious reasons?”

“T-Tch. She’s… I c-can’t know if she’s to be trusted… she might be in on all of it. She might have even ordered my assassination.”

Somehow, Harry didn’t think that was true. He stays silent, staring Triss in the eye until she breaks. Or rather, until the Life Debt forces her to break.

“… Yennefer has always thought herself better than me. If she’s so much better, she would know already, wouldn’t she? But… she doesn’t. She’s blind.”

There’s a certain pride in Triss’ voice at that. Harry is forced to admit she’s probably right. Yennefer won’t even listen to her own daughter… though he suspects if he, Ciri, and Triss all presented a united front, the Potions Mistress would be forced to listen to them. And then Harry would have turned one of the Lodge’s leaders to his side.

However, what if she didn’t come around? She’d put up a fight, and he didn’t know which way Ciri would fall if things took a turn for the worse.

He needed more power. He needed more allies. Triss was a start, but Harry needed something substantial. With a grunt, he begins to really fuck Triss Merigold. She squeals as the questioning comes to an end, a slight nod of his head seeing Hermione’s hands returning to the gorgeous red haired witch’s body. Together, they tag team her again until finally, this time around, Harry lets Triss cum. It’s a truly spectacular orgasm after everything he put her through.

Pulling her down from where she’s floating in the air, Harry slaps his messy cock down on her face and watches as she eagerly, almost gleefully goes to town on his dick, sucking and slurping as she cleans him up. At the very least, he believes everything she’s said is the truth as far as she knows it.

And that means he only really has two options. Go to Ciri now and confront Yennefer with Triss’ confession… or hold off and gather more in the way of allies. Specifically, in the way of allies outside of this castle.

… He would soon have a meeting with a certain Veela Matriarch set up on the books. And maybe the Delacour Clan were exactly what Harry needed to turn the tables on the Lodge and their Master once and for all.

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A/N: Full disclosure, this vote is how we're going to be wrapping up this fic. With either a sex scene between Harry and the Delacour Matriarch, or Harry, Ciri, and Yennefer. It'll be one or the other and NOT both, so let that influence your vote in whichever way it does.