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Chapter 1: Classroom
"Harry James Potter," you snarl, your voice sailing across the corridor. "I need a word with you."
The raven-haired sixth-year turns on the spot, as did the blood traitor and Mudblood he so often hung out with. A couple of nearby prefects eye the exchange, but they know better than to intervene when the daughter of Lucius Malfoy had it out with the famous Harry Potter.
"Malfoy," says Potter lazily. "I didn't do anything, so don't even go there."
"We're going somewhere," you tell him. You turn to his companions. "That means you two can scurry off and pretend that the Golden Boy is too good for your filthy company. I'll have him back to you in one piece… maybe."
"I'll be fine, guys," Potter says with a reassuring smile to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. "If Malfoy here wants to take a walk, then I'd best oblige." He holds out his elbow for you to take. "Lead the way."
You take his arm, but not in the way he intends. Rather, you grab it tightly, forcing him to walk the corridors beside you, and away from prying eyes.
Singling out a classroom you know to be abandoned, you shove Potter inside and lock the wooden door behind you with a flick of your wand. You follow up by casting a quick privacy charm before turning back to face Potter, ensuring that there would be no disturbances.
He is smirking. "Why am I not surprised you would want to get me alone?"
You roll your eyes. "Save your ego-stroking for another time, Potter. You see, someone found Pansy, hanging upside down from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom... HEXED UNTIL SHE WAS VOMITING GREEN PUS WITH HER SKIN PEELING OFF! You know anything about that?"
"No," Potter answers with a shrug.
"Bullshit!" you scream, pulling out your wand.
He holds up his hands, chuckling. "Relax, Lyra. That pug has had it out for me ever since we were first-years. You think I wouldn't return the favour?"
Disbelief and anger broils within your chest and you find yourself gathering Potter's collar in your fist as you press him against the classroom wall, chest to chest.
There is something different about Potter ever since the Triwizard Tournament, when he left the maze bruised, battered... and dragging the corpse of You-Know-Who behind him. He is colder, more detached, an underlying current of danger and power in his every action.
It did not help that he had grown even taller and hotter over the previous summer, as though you did not find him cute enough with that untamable raven hair and those brilliant green eyes...
Why in Merlin's name are you blushing!?
"Those weren't playground hexes, Potter," you spit harshly, hoping he does not notice the heat rising to your cheeks. "You used dangerous spells to cause real harm against Pansy, so you better watch your back because I will-"
"You'll what?" he drawls. "Lock yourself in a room with me and press those perfect tits of yours against my body, like you're doing right now?"
You blink, suddenly aware of his warmth smothering your chest. A slight dip of your gaze and you realise the compromising position you have put yourself in.
You are pressed against Potter's chest, the soft swells of your breasts squishing against the hard muscles beneath his uniform, and the thin fabric of your bra does nothing to dull the heat radiating from his body. With the scuffle, the green Slytherin tie around your neck had jostled loose and the top button of your shirt was undone, graciously providing Potter a tantalising view of your creamy white skin and a delicious glimpse of lace and cleavage.
Your lips are close, so achingly close, and it would take only the slightest move to close the distance between them and claim his lips.
"This isn't-" you stammer, pushing him away. "I wasn't-"
Potter grabs your wrists and reverses your position, slamming you against the wall with a loud thud. His grip on your arms tightens and he presses himself against your body.
"No," he tells you, his voice a husky whisper. "Stay where you are, princess."
You struggle in vain. "Let me go, you disgusting filth. Let me-"
Your protestations die in your throat as Potter grinds his hips, and the bulge of his groin, against you. Your eyes widen as his cock twitches through the thin fabric of your skirt and your panties.
"I said," Potter growls in a low voice, "stay where you are."
You feel your pussy clench. There is something about his stare and voice that pins you on the spot, something so raw that it leaves your body so flustered.
"Y-You wouldn't," you say, silently cursing how much it sounds like a plea.
His eyes darken, a wicked smirk appearing on his handsome features. "Are you sure about that, Malfoy? Maybe it's about time a Malfoy gets taken down a notch. Or two."
He pulls your arms above your head, trapping your wrists against the wall with his right hand. His other hand reaches for your bare neck, pressing a single finger against your throat.
It is nothing short of an electrifying jolt that shocks your nerves into action, your mind reeling as Potter's touch sends sparks coursing through your body.
"A choker here would suit her nicely," he murmurs, tracing the finger across the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of fire that burns your skin.
You open your mouth to scream, to call for help, to do something, but only a low whimper escapes your lips.
You try to break free, to kick and claw, but all the strength has gone from your limbs. His dominance is overpowering, and you are unable to move, only able to feel the delicious touch of his finger moving further south.
His finger slips past your necktie, nudging the offending scrap of green fabric aside, and trails between the valley of your cleavage.
"You have beautiful tits, Malfoy. Not too large, not too small," Potter whispers. "Such a shame they are covered."
The all too thin layer of cotton that is your uniform shirt does nothing to weaken the sensation of his scorching touch, you might as well be wearing nothing at all.
You are left watching as your shirt - since when did it feel so tight? - dips and yields to his questing digit, stretching the innocent white fabric taut over the generous curves of your breasts and sinking deeper and deeper between the valley of your cleavage.
The pressure grows and the cotton hugs the contours of your tits, moulding itself to your breasts, and you can feel his touch seeping through the thin barrier.
Due to the push-up bra you wear beneath, your perfect breasts - of course they are perfect, they had to be to satisfy a wizard like Potter... Huh?
No! They had to be perfect, as befit a pure-blood such as yourself!
- are pressed and squeezed together, forming an alluring valley of creamy flesh that simply invites Potter's finger in a soft, sensual embrace. The tip of his finger disappears between the deep valley, the white cotton stretched to breaking point, and the valley grows deeper as his finger sinks into your bosom, until it is lost entirely between the soft swells of your breasts.
Mmmmphhhh- No, your breasts are not inviting Potter's finger. Rather, Potter's finger is invading your breasts, defiling them as it sinks deeper in your hot, defenceless valley with impunity, until it reaches the virgin flesh at the deepest recesses of your cleavage, a place where no other had ever touched.
Yet, Potter's finger lay there, nestled snugly between your soft and warm breasts, feeling the hammering beat of your heart.
"Potter, stop! Stop- You can't! Don't-"
Your protests, weak and half-hearted though they are, die a slow death as Potter's finger begins to move again. It wiggles between the tight press of your bosom, the cotton stretched until both of you could see your black lacy bra beneath.
The finger slides further south, slowly claiming your smooth belly. Your shirt clings to your body, exposing your belly button and the faint line of a toned abdomen. The tip of his finger circles your belly button, tracing the outer edge, the ticklish touch sending shivers up your spine.
Moving even more, his finger finally ends its conquest of your traitorous body with a gentle press that feels- oh, so dominating...
Right above your womb.
"Oh."
The single sound slips out from your dazed lips as you feel your pussy clench even tighter, arousal leaking onto your- wait, since when was your panties so damp?
A brush of skin on your chin sends you jolting, the touch feeling ten degrees too hot. You glance down and notice him... swiping the drool from the corner of your lip with his thumb.
Since when did... you begin... to salivate... like... a needy... slut?
"Don't," you moan.
"Don't... what?"
"Don't touch me," you whimper. "Potter, don't- nnnnggggghhh!"
Potter silences you with a sudden kiss, his lips covering yours in a dominating claim. The sudden taste of his lips shocks your system. For a moment, it feels as if all your nerve endings are alight. Your open mouth allows his tongue to slip past, and then the wet appendage is exploring, tasting, claiming, the sheer force of his kiss making you submit.
And submit, you do.
Your body, which had been struggling weakly in his grasp, falls limp.
The kiss deepens, Potter tilting your head slightly for his pleasure. Your legs quiver, as he shoves his tongue deeper, forcing you to swallow his saliva helplessly. You feel the heat trickling down your belly and pooling at your pelvis, a hot, molten pool of desire.
"Mmmmppphhh..."
A low moan escapes you.
"Nnnngggg..."
A louder moan.
It is as though Potter is forcing his magic down your throat. He has to be, because why else are you feeling lightheaded, with all the strength having seeped from your limbs, and your mind so hazy with lust? Why else are you letting this half-blood plunder your body, your very purity, without even resisting?
If anything, it feels like the perfect antithesis to a Dementor's Kiss.
When Potter finally pulls back, it is to reveal a strand of saliva connecting the both of you, your eyes glazed and unfocused.
"Wha..."
You feel the grip on your wrists slacken and disappear, only to reappear atop your silky white locks, ruffling the loose lace braids connected to your elegant ponytail.
Nobody ever touches Lyra Cecilia Malfoy's hair... So why are your now freed hands just laying limp by your sides, instead of tearing his filthy paws off?
Actually... why are you even thinking of 'tearing his filthy paws off'? Should you not be... grateful that his strong hands are touching you... running his fingers through your soft, beautiful hair?
The other hand on your chin leaves and you find yourself sliding down the wall without the support, unsure if it is because of your weak trembling legs giving way or the lazy downward tug Potter gives to your hair, a silent order that you cannot disobey.
As your knees touch the floor, your long flexible legs part wide in a spread eagle, thighs and mound pressing against the classroom floor with limp hands resting meekly between them. The cold stone makes it obvious how soaked your panties are, and the coolness does nothing to stem the heat between your legs.
Potter snaps his finger casually and you feel something slide off your neck, you glance down and see shreds of green silk fall onto the floor. Your necktie.
Is that your breasts?
You see the clean incision at the front, a line bisecting your shirt and brassiere where Potter had used his wandless magic to sever the layers of fabric in one snap, leaving an expanse of smooth exposed skin.
Wait... was that really Potter's magic? Wandless magic?
You feel your pussy clench once more, your panties are too tight, too hot-
Clink .
The sound of jingling metal tears your attention from your state of undress, facing back up towards-
Oh.
Your eyes are met with the sight of Potter's manhood, erect and standing tall before you, the hot slab of meat resting on your face. You do not know which sensation truly hits you first, the sight of his cock, its searing heat, its heavy weight on your cheek, the thick musky scent of his arousal or the raw magic emanating out from his rod and smothering you.
All you can do is shudder as Potter drags his shaft across the expanse of your face, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum over your skin. Your mouth had already been open to accommodate the breaths from your heaving chest and his cockhead brushes against the side of your parted lips.
Potter did not need a single word of instruction for you to spread your pliant lips and welcome his throbbing cock into the wet warmth of your mouth. A low, keening whine slips past your mouth as the head of his cock slides in, pushing through your lips and invading deeper, and deeper, and deeper.
His cock is hot, thick and long, and there is no end to the hardness.
You can taste the salty tang of his pre-cum as his length slides across your tongue, coating it with his taste, before reaching down the tight passage of your throat. Your gag reflex triggers and your neck spasms around his girth, squeezing and caressing his hardness with a pulsating massage, as though trying to coax him to unleash his load within.
"Fuck... you're a natural, princess," he grunts, tightening his grip on your hair and pulling you forward.
More and more of his cock disappears into your throat, the tip pushing and nudging the muscles into submission, until it has slid in to the hilt, the entire length of his cock sheathed between your lips.
You have no control over your throat as Potter starts fucking your face, pumping his cock back and forth in your throat. Saliva oozes out the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the floor, as his rod forces its way through your tight passage, leaving a sticky trail of his pre-cum and spit along its length.
Your hands remain resting limply on the floor, not even raising a finger to aid you, much less pushing Potter away. You have no desire to push him away.
In fact, you have no desire for anything other than serving as a hole for Potter to use.
You feel his cock swell and twitch within the tight confines of your throat and the knowledge that his seed is about to flood into your body causes you to shudder and moan. Your hips have begun gyrating at some point, rubbing the hot mound between your legs against the cold stone floor.
Well, it no longer feels cold with how much wet heat you have smeared against it.
He cums, and a hot jet of seed fills your throat. You choke, the first load being too thick for you to properly swallow, and the hot spunk spills past the seal of your lips and leaks out of your mouth. Another load and more seed gushes into your belly, filling you with a delicious warmth.
Potter's hips pump once, twice, thrice, before finally slowing, the spurts of his orgasm subsiding.
He pulls out slowly, his still rock-hard cock slipping out from your lips with a pop, leaving a thin web of saliva and cum between the two of you. The excess flows from the corner of your lips and drips from the tip of his cock, all trickling down the curve of your neck and the valley of your cleavage in a perverse mimicry of his finger just moments before.
You can see his enchanting green eyes, your image reflected in his irises with such focus and clarity that there had to be magic involved. The sight that Potter is feasting on is the most obscene, dirty and lewd you have ever been.
The perfect princess Lyra Malfoy, the pride of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, kneeling submissively between the legs of Harry Potter.
The loose elegance of her braids, ponytail and artfully swept locks which framed her gorgeous face mussed into a hot mess.
Dazed and unfocused grey eyes clouded with lust, with seed and spit sputtering out from her swollen lips.
Her sliced shirt and bra already slipping down the curve of her pale slender shoulders.
Bare breasts heaving as she takes in gulp after gulp of air to replace the breath that was stolen from her.
Smooth blemish-free stomach where the thick trickle of fluids ends in an ever growing stain on the waistband of her skirt.
The skirt itself hiked up to reveal trembling thighs with her long legs splayed lewdly on the floor in an erotic invitation.
"Put that Outstanding in Charms to good use and clean yourself up, Lyra," Potter says coldly. "I've got Transfiguration later and I'm not about to stain my clothes."
His order pulls you from the green-tinted vision you were lost in, leaving you grasping for your wand which had clattered to the floor at some point.
" Evanesco ," you mumble, the spell sending the thick load of Potter's seed into oblivion.
At least you would not stain his-
Wait, why would you even stain his clothes? It is not as though his clothes would touch...
Oh.
A half-naked pure-blood princess alone with a dirty half-blood bastard in a dark empty classroom.
Of course his clothes would touch you, especially since Potter would be using your body to...
Oh...
"Good enough, Lyra," Potter tells you. "Now get on the desk."
Now? Here?
You turn and see a sturdy wooden desk, one that is used by professors for teaching the various subjects of Hogwarts. You walk over, feeling a hot river of arousal run down your legs with each trembling step.
"Bend over."
Your skirt has ridden up to your waist, the lacy black panties doing nothing to hide the soaked slit of your pussy from Potter's prying eyes. With your legs and ass spread, the cool air caresses the exposed flesh and causes the thin fabric to stick to your mound.
You place a palm flat on the desk, supporting yourself as you bend forward. The other hand reaches for your panties, and you hesitate, before gripping the waistband and pulling it down. The lacy garment, which had been clinging wetly to the folds of your sex, peels away lewdly.
You shiver, feeling the damp panties sliding down your legs. When they reach the apex of your ankles, you raise one leg, then the other, letting them drop to the floor, leaving you clad in nothing but your school socks, shoes and skirt.
"Damn, Malfoy, I didn't even need to tell you to take it off," Potter chuckles.
You flush, unable to find the words to refute him. Is this not the moment where the half-blood ravishes the pure-blood princess? Why not strip away the last barrier for him yourself? Why resist? It would only have made him pull your panties off himself and...
And...
Your cheeks burn and you feel your pussy clench as it had been doing the whole time, growing more needy and desperate for a thick cock to fill the emptiness within.
And... plunder your virginity, thrusting into you until you were his personal slut to fill with his hot, virile seed...
Then you would be ruined forever, stained and sullied by Potter's cock. Father would be disgusted in you, he would throw you out of Malfoy Manor and never care about you.
Not here.
Not now.
Not to Harry Potter, regardless of how sexy he is, how handsome and attractive, with those dazzling green eyes and untamable hair.
"Potter..." you moan.
Why did you even save your virginity?
"Good question, why did you even save your sweet, sweet cherry?"
The feeling of teeth on neck sends you into a fit of shudders and you find yourself moaning, pushing your hips backwards where it meets the tip of his slick ready cock.
The bastard is in your head, using magic to ravage your thoughts.
"But we both already know the answer to that, don't we?"
If he is already this deep, the bastard may as well be in your body, using his cock to ravage your maidenhood.
"So let me hear it, Lyra Cecilia Malfoy."
I saved it for a proper wizard like you.
You saved it for a proper wizard like him.
"I saved... I saved it... for a proper wizard... like... Y-YOU!"
The sentence ends with a high-pitched cry as Potter sinks his shaft slowly into your depths, your drenched slit offering no resistance or protest as the copious arousal coats his already lubricated length, letting the tip of his cock part your sensitive folds with ease.
Potter's rod, hot and heavy, enters your pussy, stretching the tight passage as your virgin folds eagerly wrap around his intrusion in a sensual embrace, accepting and yielding to his violation as you hazily allow him to push his length further and further inside you.
"Ohhh- ohhh- nngggghhh- o-ohhhhh...."
Low keening whines and moans are all you can manage, as each inch of his cock pushes deeper into your tight pussy. The pressure grows with each passing moment, his hardness sinking deeper into your unprotected core, inch by inch, until his hips finally meet the soft cheeks of your ass.
You have not even noticed when the entirety of his length had entered you, your pussy had swallowed it so readily. Amidst all that pleasure, you could not even feel Potter's cock ripping your maidenhead and claiming your virginity.
"Nnnnggghh... Aahhh- aahhh- ahhh-"
Potter grabs the silky strands of your hair, wrapping his fingers tightly in a fistful, before pulling back roughly.
Shouldn't losing your chastity hurt like what you read in the books?
Are you really that much of a slut that you would lose your purity, something sacred and precious, and only feel pleasure?
"Ahhhh! A-AAAHHHH- aaaahhhh- aaahhh- aahh-"
Potter's grip on your hair tightens and he starts pistoning his hips back and forth, the motion sending his length plunging in and out of your needy cunt, the wet sloppy sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy joining your low moans and cries.
You had no idea that a wizard's cock could feel so good.
"Ohhhhh- oohhhhhh- oooohhhhh- aahhh- aahhhh-"
It is only natural for a proper wizard to make his witch feel so good.
"Merlin's sake, Lyra, even when you're bent over a desk and fucked from behind, you still make so much noise," Harry grunts. "At least this sounds loads better than the usual pure-blood drivel you're spouting."
The bastard's insult barely registers, and if it did, it is only for a fleeting moment, before your mind returns to the pleasure of his cock plunging in and out of your needy cunt, stretching and caressing the soft pink walls.
Soon enough, the constant sensation of your supple buttocks bouncing off his hard stomach and his searing cock hitting the entrance of your womb is enough to send you spiralling over the edge, and a scream tears from your lips as your body goes rigid, a tingling heat washing over you as an orgasm sweeps through.
"Mmmmppphhh-"
Your eyes roll up to the back of your head and your knees go weak, leaving the desk and Potter's hold as the only things keeping you from collapsing into a quivering mess on the floor.
Potter, however, does not cease his assault.
Even as your pussy continues to twitch and convulse around his hardness, he continues pumping his cock in and out, the wetness of your arousal coating his length as his rod plunges deep into your folds.
Your sensitive pussy is soon left a sopping mess of your combined arousal, and the room is filled with the lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your mound, and the wet sloshing sounds as he fucks the creamy juices out from your core.
"Mmmmpppphhh-"
Your mouth remains parted as you continue to let out low, keening whines, unable to do anything but whimper weakly as Potter uses your body as a toy, plundering your pussy and taking your chastity with wild abandon.
The rough and merciless fucking continues and you feel yourself cumming a second time, the walls of your pussy spasming and squeezing his hardness as you climax, and Potter does not relent his pace, pounding into you all the while, even as you writhe and scream through the orgasm.
The pleasure is so intense that the world spins around you and you almost fall off the desk. You do not, and your cheek slams onto the wooden surface, your ponytail splayed messily across the desk and your braids dishevelled.
Why is your hair-
"Mmpphhhh-"
-all over the place? Potter was holding it just a moment ago...
"Aa- aaaahhhhh- aaaaahhh-"
Oh.
He is grabbing your waist now...
"Ahh- ahh- ahh-"
Why is... he...going so f-fast?
You can hear and feel his cock pumping in and out, faster and harder than ever before.
Your legs are trembling uncontrollably.
Is he... is he about to-
Potter is saying something, but you cannot make out the words.
Not that it matters.
Only the cock violating your body, ravaging and claiming you, matters.
You cum a third time, and you can feel Potter's rod throb and swell inside you.
As you clench around his cock for the umpteenth time, you get the vague hazy feeling that you are forgetting something important. Something dangerous that you should not allow.
You feel this pulsing member pull out suddenly, leaving your folds aching and empty.
Why are you feeling a hint of relief when his cock is no longer giving pleasure inside your pussy?
The strong hands at your waist spins you around, and you find yourself laying sprawled on your back, atop the desk. Your legs are splayed wide open, as he tightens the grip around your waist and thrusts his cock into your depths once more.
"I can't believe you were thinking that I'd cum outside," he smirks, hilting his cock fully within you. "I just wanted to make sure you see the man who will be giving you your first creampie."
Creampie?
What's a-
Oh.
That warm, sticky feeling inside of you.
He is filling you with his hot, thick seed, flooding the walls of your pussy with his load.
It feels so good...
"Mmphhh- aah- aaaahh- aah- aaah- aa- aaahh-"
It feels so good...
You cum for the fourth time, and his cock continues spewing his thick, hot load, flooding your insides with his seed.
Why is the world going dark?
Potter's grip tightens and he continues pounding your cunt with renewed vigour, his cock hammering into your tight pussy.
It feels good, too good...
Too, too good...
The pleasure is so overwhelming, and your mind is starting to grow hazy, the world around you spinning and blurring, everything fading away.
Except for the lewd sight you see past the peaks of your heaving breasts and between the spread valley of your pale thighs.
Brilliant green eyes burning with an intensity that makes you shudder.
Sweaty uniform shirt outlining a lean and toned body.
A cock, hard and unyielding, plunging in and out, stretching the tender, pink folds of your sex.
Your mound and inner thighs smeared with white hot seed, which continues to flow from his shaft, dripping and leaking from your pussy with each pump.
Even that melts into a blur as Potter eventually pulls out, giving you a chaste kiss before leaving you in a dazed afterglow.
The last thing you hear before your consciousness fades into darkness is the click of the classroom door opening and the words: 'I'll see you again, princess'.