Harry's instincts took over quickly, as soon as he realized Draco was going to curse him. He recognized the motion of the blond boy's wand.
"Crucio!" Draco said.
Unfortunately for Draco, like the naive pureblood he was, he forgot that as a wizard you don't have to do EVERYTHING with magic.
Harry shot up and grabbed his wrist, pushing it away and making the spell miss. Harry followed up with a punch to the gut. He didn't have training of any kind, so it was very amateur, but he was bigger than Draco and had plenty of muscles, so it still hit hard. Draco was in no way helped by the fact that he looked like he hadn't been eating properly for at least a month, the blond being almost emaciated. He dropped onto his knees, and Harry managed to tear his wand away.
The wand was a bad fit for Harry, but it was good enough for him to turn it around and say, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Draco stiffened. He fell back as his body seized up, and Harry sighed, moving to his clothes.
Pansy was sitting up, looking concerned. Harry tossed Draco's wand aside where it landed on the floor. He dressed himself, his mood quite dark.
It was then that he noticed the entrance to the Room of Requirement was open. Draco hadn't closed it when he exited. Harry recalled how Draco had seemed to have no time for their usual squabbles this year, and how certain Tracey was that the blond was up to something.
"Let's see what you've been hiding," Harry said.
Pansy gave another look back at Draco. Then, she pulled on her clothes and chose to follow Harry.
The two of them entered the room, but they just found a blank space with a single cabinet in the middle.
"That's a Vanishing Cabinet!" Pansy said. "Those are rare! That one looks broken, though."
Harry remembered this cabinet. Fred and George used it on a Slytherin the year before when he tried to take points away from them. It didn't work like intended, and the Slytherin in question barely managed to escape by Apparating. But what was Draco doing with it?
There were various tools and books spread around the base of it. Harry glanced at a couple of the covers, and found that all of them referenced enchantments and other kinds of complex magical objects.
"Seems like somebody was trying to fix it," Harry said.
"Why?" Pansy asked.
Harry walked forward. He pulled open the cabinet and stuck his head in, although he was careful not to go all the way in, remembering how dangerous it could be. Besides, even if Draco got it working safely, Harry doubted it would take him anywhere that he actually wanted to be.
"It must lead somewhere," Harry said. "I just don't know where."
The bigger concern was, if someone brought something like a Vanishing Cabinet to Hogwarts, then it must work. Could it bypass the wards? If such a thing were possible, and it was in the hands of Draco…
Outside, Harry suddenly heard someone speak the counter curse to a full body bind.
He whipped around, rushing to the door of the Room of Requirement in time to find Severus Snape standing above Draco Malfoy.
"No!" Harry said.
Draco was unstable right now. He seemed crazy; he wasn't in his right mind. But Snape had freed him thoughtlessly, and now was glaring at Harry.
"This may shock you Gryffindor bullies, but not all professors will allow you to torture your classmates for your own pleasure," the man snapped.
Harry wasn't even listening to his biased taunts. He was staring at Draco, who had instantly snatched up his wand before Harry got there. He raised it. But he didn't aim at Harry.
After two utterly embarrassing showings against Harry, which showed Harry could defend himself, he didn't even try that again. Instead, Draco sent his curse past Harry, at the girl behind him.
"Crucio!" Draco said.
Pansy dropped to the floor writhing and screaming.
"Stop that," Snape said harshly.
But he didn't even raise his wand. He was ASKING Draco to stop. Pansy's screams filled Harry's ears, and he felt himself snap.
Something happened that he hadn't experienced for years. There was a sudden, deep wrenching feeling in his gut. His magic acted without his wand. A spell would be too slow. Harry wanted Draco to stop, and his magic made that happen.
Draco was hurled back as if he'd been struck with the most powerful banishing charm ever. He was just a blur, until he hit the far wall with a crack.
He fell forward, and Harry couldn't help but stare. Draco's head was bleeding. He didn't move, and he wouldn't, ever again.
Harry started breathing quickly. It wasn't… It happened so fast…
Pansy had gone still. She curled into a ball, crying from the aftereffects of the pain she felt. Harry wanted to help her. He didn't get the chance.
Spells fired from Snape's wand. Harry barely raised a shield. He tried to defend himself, but Snape was one of the best duelists out of all the professors. For every spell Harry blocked, another would cut off any path he had to escape. A bludgeoning hex broke his shield, a knockback curse threw him into the wall, and a severing charm flew at him. He barely dragged his head to the side in time to avoid major injury, but a gash was still cut into his cheek.
Harry's heart hammered. He could still see Draco's body, which was throwing him off. And Snape… the man was out for his blood.
The strangest thing was, Snape's face looked conflicted. But it was like his body was moving on its own. It was like he HAD to finish Harry here, as if there was literally no other choice available to him.
With flight off the table, Harry fell back on fight. He summoned the nastiest curses he knew… which weren't all that nasty. His strongest severing charm was batted away easily, and Snape returned fire with a nastier one, which cut Harry along the temple.
He was bleeding from his cheek and now from his forehead. A spell hit Harry's knee and he felt something pop. He lost his feet, landing on the ground, and barely raised a shield to block a follow up spell.
Harry was ready to pour all his magic into a final attack, but at the last second, he chose not to. He heard footsteps.
Instead, rather than an attack that most likely wouldn't have worked anyway, he put all that his magic into shielding himself. The only spell in existence that could not be magically blocked was the killing curse, and Snape wasn't going that far. So Harry used all the magic he had, everything he had been training to learn how to use, and he put it into shielding himself and hanging on.
Dozens of spells hit his shield. It buckled, shook, trembled, vibrated, but held on, barely. He held out. It was all he could do. And just when he was at his limit, someone appeared in front of him.
A shadow fell over Harry. A very SHORT shadow. There were lots of flashes, but Harry had a difficult time following anything because blood was running down his face, getting into one of his eyes. It was also happening so fast. The shadow disappeared from over Harry as the person's body moved quickly.
Despite how tired he was, Harry forced his mind to focus. He put a hand on his forehead and pressed it down, blocking as much blood as he could. He squinted. By doing this, he managed to make out his savior. Professor Flitwick was on the scene, and the half-goblin was moving with an astonishing amount of speed and skill.
Harry had heard mention of Flitwick being a professional duelist in the past. He wouldn't say he disregarded these rumors, but he did have a hard time imagining the cheerful little man willingly using violence. Well, suffice to say that Harry didn't doubt it now.
The man bounced around like a rubber ball. He was already a small target, and now he used this to the fullest, propelling himself with his own spells so that he was next to impossible to hit. He cast at a rate much faster than Snape, and although each of Snape's spells hit harder, denting the floor or leaving cracks in the walls, Flitwick's spells landed more often. They were unpredictable. One made the arm of Snape's robes strangle his hand, preventing him from casting anything else until he uttered a countercharm. Another spell forced Snape's neck to stiffen, making him look at the ceiling. In the opening this created, Flitwick hit him with three more spells, these driving him to his knees.
"Can we stop here, Severus?" Flitwick asked in a somber voice.
"I CANNOT," Snape said with gritted teeth.
"I see," Flitwick said.
He hit Snape with a stunner, rendering the man unconscious. He looked at Pansy, curled up and crying, and at Draco's still form. Finally, Flitwick looked at Harry. Harry had never seen the man look so sad.
"Why don't you sleep for a bit as well, Harry?" he said.
It wasn't a stunner that struck Harry, but some other spell, one that put him into a deep sleep. His eyes closed. Harry's dreams were far nicer than the reality surrounding him in the hallway.
O-O-O
When Harry woke up, he was in the Headmaster's office. Albus Dumbledore had a full cup of tea in front of him, but he hadn't touched it. The man was staring down.
It all rushed back to Harry. He remembered Flitwick's arrival, the harsh defeat Snape handed him, Pansy's screams, and Draco's fate.
He couldn't find it in himself to be truly upset about what happened to the blond. He was sure that would disappoint Dumbledore, but still, it was true. It wasn't like he meant to kill Draco, though. If he could go back, he'd do it differently. He'd find a different way. But he wasn't wracked with guilt.
"I didn't mean it, Professor," Harry said. "I just wanted him to stop hurting her. It just happened. It was like accidental magic."
"It WAS accidental magic," Dumbledore said. "Your wand has been checked. We know that's the case."
His voice was grave. Harry struggled to sit up in his seat.
"Snape tried to kill me," he said.
"He did," Dumbledore said softly. "In his service to Voldemort, he chose to give an oath. A binding oath, one that his magic itself compelled him to follow through on. I've already told him that was foolish. He agrees. However, it compelled him to protect Draco to the best of his ability, and when that failed, he was compelled to lash out on Draco's behalf."
Harry wanted to say that was a lie, but he remembered seeing Snape's face. The man hated him, and he always had, but something more extreme had clearly been going on.
"Fortunately, the effects were short lived, and only you, Ms. Parkinson, and Filius were there to see it, so we've avoided too much damage."
Harry gaped. "You mean Snape isn't going to be punished!?"
"I already told you, Harry," Dumbledore said. "He was compelled to do it. He made a mistake, but we can all recover from those."
"If Flitwick didn't get there in time, I wouldn't have recovered!" Harry said.
"But he did," Dumbledore pointed out. "Madame Pomfrey will be able to heal you in time to put you on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow, where you will be able to return to the Burrow for the holidays. The important thing, Harry, is how you feel right now?"
Dumbledore wasn't asking if Harry's wounds hurt. Wounds that had been left by a man he was protecting. No, Harry could tell the headmaster really wanted him to confess the deep grief he felt at having killed Draco.
But… it wasn't there.
"Draco was working on something," Harry said. "I think he was doing a mission for Voldemort."
"Ah. The cabinet," Dumbledore said. "Yes, I've taken it for study. We'll get to the bottom of that. But you are looking for excuses right now, Harry."
Harry squeezed the armrests on his chair.
"I'm really not, Sir," he said. "I have the only one that matters. He was hurting Pansy."
"My heart aches for Ms. Parkinson," Dumbledore said. "However, that was a temporary problem, which was met with a permanent solution."
"Temporary like it was for Frank and Alice Longbottom?" Harry asked.
"Draco malfoy is no Bellatrix Lestrange," Dumbledore said.
"He's not. But he still used an Unforgivable," Harry said. "Did he just make a mistake? Maybe. So did I. I'll be honest, Sir. I didn't mean to kill him. But I can't convince myself that he didn't deserve it, either."
"That's a great shame, Harry," Dumbledore said.
"Maybe so," Harry replied.
It wasn't just the curse. It was the fact that he targeted Pansy instead of Harry just because he knew it would land. Draco was a bully his whole life, always picking on the people he thought he could get away with it against. That's why he went after Hagrid, and Neville, and Muggleborns. If you lived like a bully, then it was only fitting that at some point, you pushed it too far.
"Was that everything?" Harry asked.
"I believe so, for tonight," Dumbledore said softly. "Please head back to the hospital wing, Harry. Madam Pomfrey will treat you there.
Harry stood up. Madam Pomfrey must have already helped him some, because his legs were able to take his weight without buckling.
Outside the headmaster's office, he found Flitwick waiting for him.
"Thank you Professor," Harry told him.
"Think nothing of it," Flitwick said. "Come along, Harry, and we'll get you back to Madam Pomfrey."
He sounded as upbeat as he usually did, but Harry thought it might have been a little bit forced, like he was making himself be cheerful. Harry also noticed that Flitwick's wand was out. Clearly, the professor was troubled by what had happened. That made Harry appreciate his effort to be upbeat even more.
"You're amazing, Professor," he said. "I've never seen dueling like that."
He had seen Dumbledore and Voldemort face off, but that was on another level entirely. Flitwick's level of skill felt, if not achievable, then at least realistic. He was amazing, but not a freak of nature. Flitwick blushed.
"I've had a lot of practice!" he squeaked.
They didn't talk much. Both of them had plenty on their mind. As they approached the hospital wing, however, Flitwick suddenly stopped.
"I think my replacements are here," he said. "Enjoy yourself, Harry."
"Huh?" Harry said.
Flitwick turned and darted away. Confused, Harry walked forward, turning the corner. As soon as he did, he was mobbed.
"Are you okay?"
"You're not hurt too bad, right?"
"Do you remember my name?"
"It still works, right? Please tell me it works!"
There were so many sudden questions that Harry couldn't distinguish between them at all. He gradually realized that he had been surrounded by people wearing all four house colors. Soon, he picked out faces, spotting Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott, the Patil twins, and even Daphne Greengrass. Their questions quickly blurred together, giving him a headache.
"Alright people, that's enough!" someone said.
Tracey Davis fought her way to the front, placing herself in front of Harry like a bodyguard.
"My client needs rest," she declared.
"Your client?" Susan asked. "He hired you?"
"Like a prostitute?" asked Lavender.
Parvati elbowed her, but Lavender looked unapologetic.
"I'm his advisor, if you must now," Tracey declared. "And right now, I advise him to lay down, before he passes out."
The other girls noticed Harry swaying on his feet. They parted quickly, pulling him along. With so many pairs of hands, they carried him the the last bit of the way more than he walked it. Inside the hospital wing, he found even more people waiting. There were at least twelve different girls inside, some pacing while others talked quietly. Only Tracey's concise commands kept Harry from getting mobbed when he stepped inside.
They carried him through to an empty bed and set him down.
"Where's Madame Pomfrey?" he asked.
"She was here when we got here," said Katie Bell, one of the girls who'd been waiting inside. "She said that she already gave you all the potions you needed. Right now, you just have to relax."
The girls whispered to each other. As bold as ever, Lavender was the first to sit down on the bed beside Harry, stroking his chest.
"I figure we can help with that," she said. "I think we can help VERY WELL, in fact."
"Are you really going to…" Fay Dunbar trailed off, as timid as ever.
"It's not just us, Fay," Romilda told her. "Admit it. None of us would've stayed this long if we didn't plan to help."
"Just lay back," Lavender said. "You've taken such good care of us, Harry. It's time we took care of you."
The Patil twins stepped up on either side of him, grabbing his shirt and lifting it off. His cuts had healed, and while tired, his body was no longer physically hurt. Madam Pomfrey was good for her word. This meant that Harry didn't have to deal with any pain as Demelza and Katie slid in, kissing his chest muscles and sucking on his chest. Their hands, calloused from Quidditch practiceS, were remarkably delicate in their touch today.
At the same time, other girls targeted his pants. Tracey Davis led this part, assisted by Lisa Turpin and Luna Lovegood. They pulled his pants down, lifting his ankles so he didn't even have to move for them to strip him. Seeing he was hard, these three girls crawled onto the bed. Padma Patil drew her wand and cast a strengthening charm on the bed as it groaned under so many people's combined weight.
Tracey put herself in the middle of Harry's legs, while Lisa crouched on the left and Luna crouched on the right. Lisa bent over first, tucking hair behind her ear and putting her lips all the way around Harry's manhood.
She went as deep as she could go. Her tongue rubbed Harry's glans, then darted along his shaft. She was precise, careful, and enthusiastic. Her tongue movements were skillful and by the book. Considering she was a Ravenclaw, that's probably exactly where she learned them.
When Lisa came up for air, Luna smiled dreamily.
"That was good," she told her fellow Ravenclaw. "Can I have a turn?"
Without waiting for permission, or even an answer, Luna proceeded to deepthroat Harry brutally, face planting on his crotch and allowing his dick to open up her throat unnaturally wide. Somehow, she avoided touching him with her teeth even a little bit. Luna lay there, face down, letting Harry's dick warm up in her tight throat like it was an oven. Thirty seconds later, she pulled her face up, her Butterbeer cork earrings swaying as spit dripped down her face.
"That was lovely!" she said.
"I better try my hardest if I want to follow that up," Tracey said.
Her eyes met Harry's which were only half watching. Katie and Demelza were still busily sucking at his chest, while he stroked their backs and petted their heads. Tracey lowered her deeply tanned face, puckering her lips.
First, she planted a kiss right on the top of Harry's dick. She kissed it fiercely, with very loud smooching sounds. Her lips slowly started to expand, stretching around him gradually. Her head went lower. She went down slowly, the complete opposite of Luna, but she went just as far. Tracey relaxed her throat. Instead of feeling tight like Luna, her esophagus welcomed Harry into a delicate embrace. Tracey slid her head up and down his penis five times without gagging or pausing, before finally pulling her head off of him.
"How is that for service?" she asked.
"I can't… complain!" Harry gasped.
As Tracey asked the question, Lisa and Luna had already gone back to work, this time working together in order to drive him crazy. All around the bed, girls were stripping out of their clothes. Katie and Demelza finally pulled away, only to be replaced by Susan Bones and Lavender Brown, both buxom beauties totally nude.
"We're here to let you relax," Lavender said. "So go on! Suck to your heart's content."
"If it's you, Harry, this much is fine!" Susan said with a wild blush.
Both of them pressed their huge breasts against his head, using their hands to prop them up. Harry nibbled Susan's breasts, then sucked hard on Lavender's. Both girls moaned, pressing their bodies against him, and he reached around to cup their backsides, holding them close.
The girls between his legs had worked out a proper system. Luna and Tracey would take turns deepthroating him, each sticking to their unique approaches, while Lisa, as the least experienced of the three, was relegated to fondling his balls with her tongue.
"That's it baby," Susan said as Harry pulled on her pillowy breasts with his mouth. "Suck as much as you want.
Someone changed out with Lisa Turpin. He knew because he could hear the bed springs uncoil, then coil again. But he couldn't see who it was past all the lovely boob flesh being shoved in his face. Susan and Lavender had engulfed his face. He squeezed their butts and heard them moan.
Luna was the lucky girl going at it when Harry finally came. He poured his load into her moan, so when she straightened, her cheeks were bulging like a squirrel's to store his nut.
"That's just not fair," Tracey said. "I did at least as much work as you. Come on, share."
As Lavender and Susan shifted, Harry caught a glimpse between their boobs of Tracey grabbing Luna's head with both hands and pulling her into a deep kiss. He could literally see her tongue moving through Luna's mouth, gathering his seed. When she pulled back, the load was shared equally, and both girls were smiling; Tracey had a stunning smirk, while Luna wore an alluring dreamy smile.
"Hey! I helped too!" Lisa said from somewhere off of the bed.
"And I did some!" said the girl who took Lisa's place, who Harry could now identify as Megan Jones.
"Then come get your share," Tracey said.
She pounced on Megan, taking both of them off of the bed where they landed on the floor, rolling over as they kissed each other. Luna stood up more sedately, walking over to Lisa. When she got there, she kissed Lisa right on the lips with tons of tongue, as if it was the most natural thing in the entire world.
Susan and Lavender moved, still tucked up against Harry's chest but now to the side of him enough that he could see his own crotch. That area of the bed didn't stay empty for long. Daphne Greengrass was the fastest to fill it, the stunning and haughty blond immediately straddling Harry's hips.
"I'm not doing this because I like you!" she said. "It's just… returning a favor!"
She bent her neck, letting large amounts of spit drip onto Harry's already wet dick, joining what had been left by Tracey, Luna, Lisa and Megan. Harry wasn't sure what all that was meant to do, because from the glimpses he got, Daphne's pussy was already plenty wet enough to accommodate him.
Turns out, she had another hole in mind.
Daphne Greengrass spread her legs and squated, stretching her pussy lips for girls of every house, including Gryffindor, to see. She leaned back, putting her palms on Harry's chest to balance herself. Her ass—which was her best feature—hovered directly above his dick. With a deep breath, she dropped her whole body.
Harry's little head parted her tight asshole and pierced deep into her body. Daphne gasped.
"Did you hear something tear?" asked one of the Patil twins. "I think I heard something tear."
"Hush," said Romilda Vane. "Don't kill the mood. Can't you see that she's enjoying it?"
Daphne's imperious tone had already broken. She released cute, almost kitten-like squeaks as she let Harry shape her ass. Her lovely, puffy ass cheeks flattened each time she went down, before re-assuming their lovely curved shape when she pushed back up. Lavender and Susan both started to touch themselves as they watched. Harry could hear their fingers slapping against their wet folds.
"Uh!" "Uh!" Daphne moaned.
When she dropped her body, liquid dripped from her pussy, running along Harry's balls. He groaned, and to work off the arousal he was feeling, leaned over to bite Susan's breasts, while poking Lavender's asshole with his finger.
Both the busy girls beside him moaned loudly, his actions driving them past their limit. They orgasmed from touching themselves, and the noises that they made were the final straw for Harry.
The next time Daphne dropped down, Harry came, filling her asshole.
"OhHhHhHhH!" Daphne moaned.
Her whole body stiffened. She arched out her back, jutting her thick ass toward Harry, who let to of Lavender and Susan to give it a good squeeze.
Without his arms around them, Susan and Lavender slipped away, only to be replaced by the Patil twins. Daphne staggered off the bed, although she looked awkward as she hobbled away on stiff legs.
The Patils bit Harry's neck, their teeth sinking in just hard enough to feel good.
"I think he likes it," Parvati giggled.
"I'd say the reaction is within optimal parameters," Padma said, falling back into the scientist roleplay from his first orgy with her. They pinched his nipples as they returned to biting his neck. The twins were able to treat both sides of his body the exact same way, like they were communicating telepathically as they teased his upper body.
"Hey, Harry," said another voice.
Cho Chang had taken Daphne's place, but unlike the Slytherin, Cho was facing him. She was up on her knees, kneeling next to his crotch while rubbing one arm. She looked embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from crawling into position.
"I know the bet is over, but friends can still help each other, right?" she asked.
Her long, nimble fingers grabbed his length, tilting it up, before she dropped her athletic body down. She took him in her wet pussy, allowing his head to open up her damp folds. Like Daphne, she moaned loudly as soon as he was all the way in, before starting to move her hips in elegant patterns.
Padma and Parvati pulled back, watching his face with warm smiles. Harry stroked their cheeks, and as soon as he did, they each captured one of his fingers, sucking on it hard enough to hollow their cheeks. They even grabbed his wrist so he couldn't pull away, moving from one finger to the next, looking at him the entire time.
As Cho's voice rose in volume and pitch, growing wilder, she surged forward and shoved her lips against Harry's. His eyes widened slightly at the suddenness of the kiss, as well as the passion.
Cho was widely known to be one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts, and out of all her traits, her ass was easily the best one. Harry could see it now, rising and falling, as he looked down along her narrow back down to her wide hips. But he didn't look long, with her lips there to distract him.
Cho's tongue rubbed his with an incredible amount of energy. She was desperate to touch him; desperate to have him inside of her; desperate for him in general. The Patil twins had reached his pinkies, sucking incredibly hard on the thin fingers. Harry could vaguely make out Tracey and Megan on the floor, still making out the way he assumed Luna and Lisa were doing elsewhere. Aside from them there were so many other girls: Lavender and Susan who offered him their chests, Daphne who used her asshole for his sake, Katie and Demelza who helped get him started, and many more who were patiently waiting their turn.
After a last flicking motion that did wonderful things to his tongue, Cho broke their kiss, her gorgeous Asian face hovering right above Harry's.
"You have to stay alive!" she said. "I need you. All of us need you."
No one spoke up to tell her that she was overreacting. Nobody disagreed with her. Cho leaned down so that her forehead was resting on Harry's forehead.
"Please," she said. "You have to make it through all of this."
She kissed him again, and suddenly all her desperation made sense. The Patils finally released his fingers, just in time for Harry to wrap his arms around Cho's back, squeezing her close. Even though he was supposed to only be on the receiving end tonight, he gave one good thrust, driving himself inside of her just as he orgasmed. It was risky, but just for tonight, he took the risk and cummed inside.
Cho shrieked. His first crush clung to him, her body trembling as she felt him orgasming inside of her. After thirty seconds, she calmed down enough to lift her head, dark strands of hair hanging down in the way of her eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," Harry said.
He meant it. He'd been proud of his progress, but today showed him both how far he'd come and how far he still had to go. Sure, he'd graduated from dealing with Draco, but to Snape he was nothing. That meant, with other experienced Death Eaters, he would be nothing compared to them either.
He didn't know how, but he'd find a way to improve himself even faster. He had to.
For himself, and for all these lovely girls.
It was a long time before he got any sleep that night, but when it finally happened, it was with five other girls crammed onto the bed with him, cuddled in anywhere there was space. Perhaps it was because of his new resolution, but Harry slept surprisingly well that night.
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