Harry Potter: Seducing Destiny

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The day had passed pretty quickly for both of us, and it was early evening before we knew it. Hermione had picked up the habit of running around the house in as little clothing as possible, and if she was feeling especially frisky, she'd wear nothing at all, instead running around in her birthday suit. This evening found her wearing a tight and form-fitting white halter top that could barely contain her tits, which I swear looked bigger than they did when we first made out. I'm not sure if my eyes are deceiving me, or the werewolf curse is actually influencing her reproductive organs. Either way, nothing to complain about. The black skirt she wore was equally tight and sat fairly low on her hips, barely covering the rounded globes of her ass. Hermione had ditched panties, given how they ended up the same way every night.

We had just finished eating dinner and Hermione was busy cleaning up, so I walked up to stand behind her. I had a perfect view of her magnificent arse as she bent over, the short skirt riding up and showing her smooth, shaven pussy. Hermione dropped a fork, which landed on the floor, causing her to bend over the bar stool to reach it.

I reached out and grabbed her by her hips, and pulled her arse back to my growing cock. Hermione gasped in surprise and turned to look over her shoulder, a half-smile crossing her face. She tried to stand up straight, but I pushed her down, and she put both hands on the other seats for support as I pulled her back tighter against my cock.

"Somebody's excited!" she remarked playfully, grinding her arse against me.

"Just a little surprise for you," I said, and grabbed her hands. This caused her to lean over further until the upper part of her chest and face were bending downward, with her stomach resting over the stool. Hermione looked back to see what I was doing, and a smile crept across her face when she realized what was happening. I immediately let go of her hips and pulled out my wand, casting a quick Incarcarous on her wrists, cuffing them in place. She smiled again, a bigger smile this time, her mouth hanging open as her breathing and heartbeat quickened because of her rapidly increasing excitement.

"Stand up," I ordered her, "And don't turn around until I tell you to."

Hermione lifted herself up from the stool and stood erect, her hands bound behind her by the cuffs, and nodded her head. I pulled the stool she had been bending against and sat down.

"Turn around."

She turned around, and found my fly open, cock and balls out in plain view.

"Get me hard!"

Hermione stared at my cock and nodded again, her mouth slightly open as she tried to catch her breath.

"Yes, sir!" she whispered and dropped to her knees, my commanding tone fitting right in place with her religious adherence to following authority. My cock and balls were directly in front of her face, so she didn't have to bend over to get to them. She opened her mouth and placed it around the head, closing her lips around it and sucking on it. She ran her tongue over and around it as she moved her head around in a small circle, and she tasted the first of my pre-cum on her tongue. Sliding her mouth back, she moved her lips up towards the tip, and when just the tip was between her lips, she applied suction and moved her head around in small circles again, causing her soft lips to slide around the tip. Then she opened her mouth wide and lowered it down over my cock, taking half of its length into her mouth and closing her lips around it. She applied suction again, sliding her mouth up and down the length of my quickly growing cock, feeling me growing harder, longer and thicker in her mouth.

"Damn, you're good!"

"Thank you, sir!" she whispered again, sucking my dick to complete hardness. Between my excitement and her cocksucking expertise, I was completely hard in no time. The sight of her head bobbing up and down on my cock, her hands bound behind her, excited me more than I thought it would. Just then, she deep-throated me, taking my entire cock in her mouth and down her throat, and I moaned. I reached out and took her head in my hands, twisting her hair, and pulling her face further into my crotch, pushing my cock further into her mouth.

"MMMMPHH!" Hermione cried out, her eyes going wide. I held her head there for a moment, then began to face-fuck her. I moved her head up and down my shaft in deep motions, not going anywhere near as fast as I had the previous day, limiting myself to a steady, leisurely pace. Hermione looked up at me, pushed her head down my crotch, and held it there for a full fifteen seconds before she pulled back, coughing, her lips wet and shiny with her spit, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for breath.

"Stand up!" I commanded again, and she got to her feet.

"Turn around!"

She was now facing the stool.

"Bend over!"

She turned and looked back at me, then at the stool, and then at me once more before nodding and moving over. She bent over at the waist and lay across the seat, her big tits hanging down on one side and her arse in the air on the other. I got up and moved in behind her, cock throbbing and bouncing slightly on the way. The sight of Hermione, hands bound behind her back, bent over and helpless in front of me, her short skirt hiked up above her hips revealing her arse and pussy, excited me in ways I hadn't thought possible. Her feet were apart just enough to give me access to her sopping wet pussy, so I put my feet on either side of hers and took my cock in hand, rubbed the head up and down between her outer lips and then pushed it inside her, grabbing her hips as I shoved it into her.

"AAAUGH!" Hermione cried out in surprise as I drove deep into her pussy with one hard shove. Before she could recover, I was fucking her hard and fast, grabbing her hips with my hands and pulling her back while thrusting thrust forward. Hermione cried out and moaned with pleasure as my hips smacked against the rounded cheeks of her ass, balls slapping against her clit with every forward thrust. The smacking sounds filled the room and drowned out the squishy sounds of my cock invading her pussy again and again. Her big tits bounced and swayed with the motions of her body so violently that they slipped out of the halter one big breast at a time, hanging down below her as I continued to drill into her.

"More! Give me more!"

"What would Professor McGonagall say if she saw you like this?" I asked, smacking her in the ass, making it ripple. It only excited her further. I grabbed the rope connecting the cuffs around her wrists and pulled her hands back, never stopping the motions of my hips.

Hermione cried out in surprise as I yanked her forcefully, causing her to arch back, all the while slamming in and out of her. She held her head up and squeezed her eyes closed in ecstasy, moaning and crying out in time with my thrusts, her pain only increasing her was totally helpless and at my mercy, and it excited her more than anything she'd ever experienced in her entire short life.

"Oh, my! Merlin! Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, grimacing at the sensations racing through her body as I jerked her around on the stool from the force of my thrusts. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Merlin! I'm gonna cum!" she exclaimed, and a second later, her orgasm hit. She sobbed and exploded in a scream, squirting out of her pussy, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut, panting and gasping for breath, her whole body trembling and shaking with the force of her orgasm.

I felt her pussy gripping and squeezing my cock as she came, her pussy flooding with her juices. I kept on thrusting, never slowing the motions as he thrust in and out repeatedly, pulling back even harder on the ropes and raising her hands a little higher as I increased the pressure. Hermione shook with the intensity of her orgasm, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was blowing out my load into her.

And then something surprising happened.

Hermione met my thrusts midway by pushing her arse back at me.

I laughed. "That's it, Hermione!, Fuck me back! Fight me, fuck me back!"

I tugged on the ropes and drove my cock forward. Hermione grunted loudly as she pushed herself back to meet my thrusts, trying to get me to cum. It was like she wanted, no; she needed me to cum, and badly, so badly that she was craving the sensations of my cock pumping and throbbing inside her pussy. I wasn't sure how much more of this intense fucking she could take, so her only option was to make me cum.

And her strategy worked. I felt my balls shifting to prepare for an orgasm, and a few strokes later my orgasm hit, my cock exploding inside Hermione's pussy. I threw my head back and groaned loudly between clenched teeth as I shoved my cock deep into her and held it there, and Hermione cried out as she felt me throbbing and pumping inside her. She came too, hard and fast, crying out as her second orgasm hit. I pulled back and then thrust forward again, shooting streams of cum deep into her pussy, and could feel her fluttering around my shaft as she rode out her orgasm. I pulled back for a second time and then pushed forward again, not going as deep this time as I continued to pump inside her. As I finished cumming, I held my hips against hers and let go of her wrist cuffs. Her tied hands dropped onto the top of her arse as she lay across the stool, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for breath, her huge breasts swaying with every breath.

It was all I could do to keep my balance. I was drenched with sweat and cum, and pushed my cock inside her pussy for one last time. After I softened out, I slipped out of her pussy, gazing at Hermione laying across the stool, her back moving up and down as she gasped for breath, her hair and her big breasts hanging down in front of her face.

"Did I…" she breathed, turning at him with wide, hopeful eyes, "Did I do good, sir?"

"You did great!" I laughed, "who knew Hermione Granger could be this kinky?"

The doorbell rang.

Hermione looked at me, confused. "Were we expecting anyone?"

I frowned. "Not to my knowledge, no. Maybe the neighbors need something?"

Somehow, I doubted that would be the case. I had denied the option of having a muggle-repelling ward, since neither I nor Hermione was any good at cooking. Harry was a dab hand at it, but I would not try cooking based on someone else's instincts. Not for the first time, I hated the fact that this was 1996 and watching a cooking video on YouTube was a little more than an outright fantasy.

I already had heavily invested in blue-chip stocks, cheating a bit with my future knowledge since the companies existed here as well.

But I digress. Not having any skill at cooking made it a requirement to get cooked food from the eateries down the street, which would be a problem if mundanes couldn't even locate my apartment. Maybe someone had sent a bill?

Casting a quick Scourgify over myself, and quickly putting on my pants, I walked out, wand in my pocket. I cast a good look at the mirror in the drawing room, enchanted to provide a reflection of the apartment's frontage, and found a tall, young woman dressed in stylish muggle attire, with a handbag in tow. I'd have pegged her for a muggle if not for how desperately she was trying to look inconspicuous. Still, it wasn't enough to warrant suspicion just yet. My wards could get a solid beating from around ten full-powered exploding curses before they fell, and even in the event of that happening, it would trigger the magical landmines strategically placed around the house, scorching the bastards before they had time to say unfair. And that was before the lethal wards activated.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

It only took hearing her identity to allow her in. As she followed me into the drawing room, I had a good look. Her hair was a burnished shade of auburn that was too dark to cast back any ruddy highlights, but did anyway. Her eyes were dark, clear, her complexion flawlessly smooth and elegantly graced with cosmetics. She was tall and shapely, wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline and a short slash on one side that showed off a generous portion of her pale thigh. Black gloves covered her arms to the elbows and her three-hundred pound shoes were a study in torture devices.

She looked too good to be true. Which, sad to say, wasn't quite far from the truth.

"Mister Potter," she greeted me, "I'm sorry for showing up without prior notice."

"Auror Tonks," I replied, gesturing towards the couch, while taking the chair myself. "This is an unexpected pleasure."

"Auror Cadet," she clarified. Her lips frowned. "I'm sorry. Your building is one of the fancier ones I've visited, and I wasn't sure the guards outside would allow an ordinary-looking woman to walk in. Hence…"

She pointed at her dress.

"It looks wonderful on you."

She laughed, lips shaping the sounds, head falling back just enough to show a flash of pale throat. "A gentleman, they said. But if you don't mind…"

She shook her head vigorously. I stared at her, awed at the way her face and her body shrank and reformed into another. Within moments, her auburn hair had changed to pink, with a heart-shaped face and a willowy, and considerably less-endowed figure. Her black dress had shifted into a pair of black trousers, a cream-colored shirt and an Auror-cloak over it.

"You're a metamorph!" I muttered. I didn't even have to fake the amazement in my voice. Reading about it was one thing, but to see it with my own eyes was something else.

"That was quick," said the young woman, who now looked like in her early twenties. "Most wizards think it's an illusion."

"Is that how you really look?"

"I'm a metamorph," she said, as if that explained everything. She sat down on the couch.

I shrugged. "What can I do for you, Cadet?"

Tonks held out a rolled piece of parchment. "There's an official complaint filed against you, Harry Potter. Aggravated Assault Charges on the heir of an influential pureblood House, misuse of magic after the Hogwarts term ended, and a bunch of legalese terms you're better off not knowing. I need you to give me an official statement addressing these concerns." She gave me a once-over. "Perhaps you'd be interested in dressing up appropriately before we begin?"

"I'm comfortable."

Tonks cast another look at my bare chest and then back at my eyes. I was far from the tiny, malnourished, bespectacled runt that Harry Potter was in his first year. Nutrient potions mixed with meals and rigorous Quidditch practice had done a good job on my body. I wasn't Ron-tall, but was close to hitting six feet. I didn't sport a six-pack either, but had enough to go by as a professional athlete. The gym equipment in the other room wasn't exactly for show.

"Shall we begin?"

I thought about Hermione in the other room, bound, naked, with my cum oozing down her legs. Nymphadora Tonks was an Auror and a metamorph, which translated to a precious perk for the taking should I bed her. First impressions mattered, and I wanted to give her a very memorable one.

"By all means," I replied, "unless you'd be interested in some drink? I think I might have a bottle of firewhiskey around."

Tonks waved it off. "It's against DMLE Protocol to accept anything, food or otherwise, while on duty. One might aim the food to drug, poison or otherwise enchant me, and it's bad manners to test food and drinks for poisons as a guest."

I curled an eyebrow. Tonks had never shown this side of herself in the books. It could be her work-facade for all I knew. Best not to trust on my foreknowledge lest I make a serious blunder.

"Works for me." I sat down in the chair. "Who filed the complaint?"

"Draco Malfoy."

That made sense. I had trounced Draco and his minions on the train. Which probably explained the assault charges. As for the misuse of magic, yes, the term had ended, but we were on the train, so the weasel was hiding behind a technicality.

Just like his father.

I smirked.

"Mr. Potter?" Tonks asked again, setting a dictation quill next to her that began taking notes on a floating pad. "What do you have to say about these charges?"

I sighed. "Draco Malfoy and his goons came to my compartment to fulfill their biannual quota of let's-insult-Harry-Potter-on-the-train-and-get-insulted-in-return. They do it every year on the Express. It's kind of tradition at this point."

Tonks barely suppressed a snort. "I see."

"I was sitting in the compartment with Hermione Granger. Draco came in and started insulting her, using slurs I will not repeat. I requested him to kindly leave the compartment three times, but he kept insulting us. I tried to ignore him and get some sleep when he banished my pillow, ignoring my constant requests to leave. And then when he tried to attack me, I reacted."

"You broke his bones."

"I fired a non-lethal, minimally powered blasting curse. You can check my wand if you wish."

"A blasting curse," she repeated.

"Confringo," I revealed. "I know the theory and have mastered the execution behind the spell. A half-powered Confringo would blast the entirety of his leg off. A full-powered Confringo would leave him as a paste on the ground, assuming he's not blown away by the force generated by the spell. All I did was specifically aim it at his knee and disconnect the bones at the joint. I broke no bones and shed no blood. I cast the jelly-leg spell after that, intending to prevent him from using his wand to curse me. Finally, I used a low-powered banisher to rid my compartment of their presence. Vincent Crabbe was present there and could have undone all the damage with a simple finite. Not my fault he turned out incompetent."

Tonks was staring at me, her brown eyes wide. It was probably the clinical and friendly tone I had used that did it. It had an effect on Malfoy before and I was seeing its effects a second time. Bloody hell, was this tactic really that unused in the wizarding world?

Then her mouth turned faintly up at the corners and she barked out a laugh of genuine amusement. "I knew it would be something like this."

I arched an eyebrow.

Tonks laughed some more. "Sorry. It's an inside joke. My Boss had to have known this would happen, which is why she sent me. You being a celebrity and all that. Off the record, Malfoy's complaint wasn't registered the first time he put it, no matter how seriously Dawlish took it. Then we received a missive from the Minister's office to carry out an official investigation, and here I am."

"Corruption at the Ministry," I mocked, "how terrible!"

Tonks snorted again. "I'm really sorry for disturbing you like this. Clearly you had some plans going—"

"HARRY!" came a loud, annoyed voice. "THIS IS JUST NOT DONE! YOU LEFT ME THERE TIED UP AND—"

I turned to look at a fully naked Hermione; her face covered with a mix of saliva and cum, with more of it dripping down her legs. Her expression changed from annoyance to confusion to outright surprise as she registered what she had just walked into, and that there was a second girl, in official Auror robes no less, gawking at her with an equally inscrutable expression. Neither of them moved for the next two seconds before Hermione let out a shriek and–

"WAIT!" I called out.

Hermione froze in her tracks, her body half-turned backwards, her moist arse-cheeks rippling before us. Her hands were still tied behind, with her hair strewn all over her back.

It was a titillating sight.

Tonks looked back at me, utterly stupefied, before shifting her glance back at her and then back at my shirtless form. No doubt she had developed a new realization behind my lack of apparel.

"You're right," I said to a flustered Tonks, "I was kind of in the middle of something when you popped up."

She bobbed her head in silence.

Wonder what that said about a first impression.