The Seducer System (Harry Potter)

Chapter 27. Third Hogsmeade Date

As always, my first instinct is to use the 'Enhancer Gem' on the [Unrelenting Force] skill. I've wanted to upgrade it for as long as I can remember, but every time I get the gem, other priorities seem to take precedence. This time is no different. From the small pool of skills and perks eligible for enhancement, one stands out above the rest.

[Ethereal]

— Grants the user the ability to turn intangible. You are untouchable in this state, no type of attack will hurt you, but you cannot attack in any way either.

This will be upgraded to…

[Ethereal Prime]

— Grants the user the ability to turn intangible. You are untouchable in this state, no type of attack will hurt you. But you can only unleash a single attack while being invulnerable.

I'd be a fool not to snag this. During my fight with Teresa, after she revealed her true power, I was unable to track her movements. She became so swift and powerful that I was beheaded before I could blink. It was [Ethereal] that saved me from her relentless pursuit.

I'm not passing up the chance to make it even stronger. [Ethereal Prime] will essentially make me invincible. But unlike before, when my hands were tied just like my opponent's, I can now unleash a single attack. To regain this single-attack advantage, I'd have to deactivate the skill and reactivate it. There's no other cooldown.

This is grossly overpowered. And I absolutely love it.

Without any hesitation, I spend my 'Enhancer Gem' on it.

~xXxXx~

It's Hogsmeade Weekend the next day. That means my date with Parvati is here.

I put on something nice and leave my quarters. By the time I step out, Rose is already gone—no doubt off in search of her two best friends. For a moment, I consider picking up Parvati from the common room, but I quickly discard the idea and head directly towards the courtyards, where the carriages are parked.

Today, the sky is overcast, a thick blanket of clouds darkening the morning. A sharp chill pervades the air, promising either snow or maybe a downpour. If I didn't know better, I might have mistaken it for evening already.

The students are dressed appropriately, bundled in layers of warm, colourful fabrics, using the cold as an excuse to display their winter wardrobes. They're the vivid spots in this grey landscape, bringing much-needed cheer to the dreary atmosphere. I arrive a bit early, so there isn't much of a crowd yet.

I smile when I spot a familiar figure—Astoria. She's clad in a dark green outfit, her stylish sweater covering her from neck to wrists. Woollen gloves conceal her hands, and snug slacks accentuate her shapely legs. Her beautiful blonde hair falls down her back in twin braids, while a black scarf rests over her shoulders.

She beckons me, seated on a bench against the wall.

"Harry," she says my name with a happy smile.

"Tori." I sit down beside her, shoving my cold hands into the pockets of my jacket. "Waiting for the grouchy one?"

Her smile turns sardonic. "Careful. I'm obliged to curse you if you badmouth my friend."

"As if." I throw my arm around her shoulders, leaning back in my seat, breathing in her distinct scent. "We both know you like me more than you like her."

She blushes and elbows me in the side. "You're clearly delusional. I do not like you."

Astoria Greengrass

Level: 16

Beauty Tier: B

Seduction: 100%

Points Available: 1

Kinks: Harry

Going by her stats, there's no one more devoted to me than her. Yes, she doesn't like me, she loves me.

"If you say so." I give her shoulders a squeeze, and she readily snuggles closer, placing her head on my collarbone.

"Did you find the clue in the golden egg?" she asks idly, drawing a circle on my chest with her thumb. Even through the thickness of my clothes, I can feel the dainty digit.

"I did," I reply, running my hand down her shoulder, along her side. Astoria is short and petite, like Iris. But that doesn't mean she doesn't possess any curves.

She shudders when I graze my fingers on her budding chest. They're firm and perky, an absolute delight to grope. She peers at me coyly, her blue eyes shining, not complaining even though we are in public. I don't think she'll protest much if I order her to ride me in front of everyone. Her literal kink is me; everything I do will arouse her. I'm her dream come true. Her ideal partner.

Before I can take this further, before I can focus on the pointy protrusion beneath my palm, we're interrupted.

"Your shamelessness amazes me, moron." Iris stalks towards us, glaring at me. Astoria leaps away immediately, acting all cute and innocent, as if she weren't ready to thrust out her chest and let me fondle her into an insensate state. "Don't you have a date with some girl? Should you be doing this right now, in front of an audience?"

There are indeed few eyes on us. Disgusting voyeurs.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Her allegations are met with a denial, earning myself an annoyed huff.

I slip off the bench and step right in front of her, zipping up her maroon jacket up to her nose, amused by her cute scowl. Patting her head, I ask softly, "Do you need me to cut short my date to spend time with you?"

She ponders for a second before shaking her head, her loose crimson hair swaying with the motion. "No, you can do whatever you want. Astoria and I have plans."

"Ouch, am I being replaced?" I tease, tucking a stray curl behind her ear, drawing a bashful smile.

"Yes." They chime in unison, exchanging grins at their perfect timing.

"As if. We both know you like me more than you like her." I place a kiss on her head. Astoria squawks in mock outrage, her eyes wide as she processes my audacity to say the same thing to someone else right in front of her.

Iris hugs me tightly, not dismissing my claim, tucking her head under my chin. Then she shoves me and pulls Astoria towards a carriage without another word.

I watch them until they climb in and close the carriage doors.

I feel a unique blend of pride, relief, and jealousy at the realisation that my loner sister doesn't need me to keep her company anymore. Further introspection is shelved for another day when someone pounces on me from behind. The softness and the floral fragrance of the body makes it obvious it's a girl, if the longer mousy hair wasn't clue enough. And once the hands around my neck dip lower to maul my chest, I identify the pervert.

Leanne Michel

Level: 21

Beauty Tier: B

Seduction: 40%

Points Available: 2

Kink: Rough Sex, Teasing, Submission, Dirty Talk

"Hello, Leanne. Would you mind not molesting me?" I swat her hands away and turn to face her. Rose and Katie aren't far behind, jogging towards us with sheepish expressions.

"You can molest me all you want, Harry," Leanne purrs, flipping open her jacket to reveal the skin tight yellow t-shirt. It sticks to her curves and leaves little to imagination. Her large, round tits are exposed for all practicality. They jiggle with every move, and the clear impressions of hard nipples confirms that she really isn't wearing a bra.

"Leanne!" Katie smacks her on the back of her head and pushes her jacket close before I could consider accepting the offer. "Can you not misbehave for one second?"

Rose sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "That's expecting too much from her."

Leanne sticks out her tongue in response. Very mature.

"If it isn't my favourite Quidditch fanatics trio." I rub my chest, still sore from Leanne's overly enthusiastic greeting.

Like everyone else, they're bundled in bright sweaters, though Leanne's clings tightly, highlighting her buxom figure.

"Hey, Harry." Katie closes the distance between us and pulls me in for a kiss. Her soft lips are cold initially, but as we deepen the kiss and wrap our arms around each other, the heat swells and envelops us entirely. My hands clutch her hips to drag her closer, to become one formless entity. Even though many layers of clothes separates us, I find myself sinking into her softness and warmth. Her unique petrichor smell tempts me to bury my nose in her hot neck, to plunge myself into her scorching core languidly.

The exaggerated coughing makes us end the kiss, shattering the unreal realm we briefly created for only us two.

I smile and peck her again, resisting the urge to lick her wet mouth. "That's a good way of making up for letting your friend violate me."

"I did not 'let' her do anything." She chuckles and pushes me away. "How about we fly together in the evening?"

"I'm afraid asking Harry to fly on a broom is like trying to bathe a cat," comes Rose's wry response as she butts into our conversation. "It's easier to—"

"Sure." I ignore my sister's shock. "I'd love to."

"Wait, what?" Rose gestures in disbelief. "I have to fight tooth and nail to put you on a broom. And she can do that just like that?"

Katie tries not to smirk, she really does, but it's a losing battle, and her twitching lips finally curve up into a crescent.

"It's different," I explain, hugging Katie from behind, nuzzling her neck. "I won't be riding the broom myself. I'll just sit behind her and enjoy the pleasant experience."

If she finds how I press my half-erection on her arse odd, she doesn't mention it, opting to rest the back of her head on my sternum.

Rose nods slowly. "That explains it. For a second, I almost thought Katie managed to do the impossible."

"How about we ride together too?" Leanne pipes up, finally breaking her silence, and I know what she's going to say before she utters it. "You can even choose between cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. Maybe even both if you can get it up the second time. We can reserve doggystyle in the unlikely case you pop a third boner. Honestly, that would be truly impressive. If you manage to do that, I'll suck you off every morning—I'll worship that virile cock of yours."

It shows how used to her antics they are that Rose and Katie don't even act surprised. Katie reluctantly removes herself from my body and grabs Leanne's upper arm. Rose does the same with her other hand. Then they frogmarch her to an empty carriage, ignoring her whines.

If I weren't already drowning in pussy, her words would've been all the excuse I needed to bend her over and prove just how many boners I can rack up, right here, right now.

"We'll see you in Hogsmeade." Rose says without turning around. "Try not to be molested until then, little brother."

"I'll do my best."

~xXxXx~

The soft, melodic sound of anklets tinkles through the air. I turn around to see who is making that delicate noise, and there she is—my date.

Parvati Patil

Level: 17

Beauty Tier: B

Seduction: 41%

Points Available: 3

Kinks: Multiple Orgasms

Parvati's attire is no different from others', but there's one thing that sets her apart: the rhythmic chimes trailing her steps, drawing everyone's attention. A quick glance reveals the silver ornaments adorning her sock-covered ankles.

Confident and undaunted, she stops before me, offering her hand like a queen to her royal consort.

I take it with a bow, entwining our fingers. "You sure know how to make an entrance."

Her regal expression crumbles and a giddy giggle escapes her. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

Shaking my head, I lead her to a carriage and help her inside before climbing in myself.

As soon as I sit down, she asks. "Who are you taking to the Ball?"

…

…

The awkward pause is followed by her laughter. "Don't you worry. I'm not expecting you to take me. I know what I want with this date. A normal, wholesome relationship is not it."

I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. That's good. I have no plans to take her to the ball. There are already enough girls vying for that. Throwing one more in the mix will cause the situation to explode.

"What do you want, then?" I ask instead of answering her previous question. She's already a better date than Lavender. At least now I know the hot girl before me isn't going to reject me for not being him. She's not hunting for her 'true love'.

"Many things." She grins, standing up and dropping down beside me as the carriage begins moving. "Most obvious is to fuck the most handsome bloke in the school."

… This is going to be the best date ever. She's so straightforward.

I do not slap her hand away as she traces my jaw, as she taps my chin. "You don't know how popular you are among the girls. And this fame has only skyrocketed once you became a champion, once we all saw how strong you are."

I didn't know I was that popular. Taking part in the Triwizard Tournament was a good decision after all.

"You don't want to date me—you just want sex?" I seize her wrist before she can caress my lips. Now she's being a little too bold. Take me on a date first, you lecher.

"That makes me sound like a slut, innit?"

It does, but do I care? Nope.

I tug at her wrist, pulling her off balance until she stumbles onto me. Our eyes lock, and a silent message passes between us. The metallic clink of her anklets fills the air as she slides deftly into my lap. Her mischievous snicker meets my low groan, and she presses harder against my crotch. The lingering heat from my fun with Katie sparks back to life, and my half-erection stiffens to a full one under her ministrations.

"Who am I to call you anything?" I whisper, holding her succulent thighs. "You're free to do whatever you want. If it's only sex you want from me, it will be my pleasure to give you that."

This is such an ideal arrangement. She gets sex and I get points, leaving both parties fully satisfied.

"A fine gentleman," she murmurs, unzipping her sweater and guiding my hand beneath her blouse. Sliding my palm up her belly, I find the treasure. Her breath hitches as I squeeze her mound. "But there's a real reason why I don't date," she continues. "I'm from an Indian background, and though my parents have migrated to a modern country, they've held tightly to their conservative beliefs."

Her gaze drops to my mouth, lust aflame in her swirling orbs. "Dating won't lead to anything. I'm supposed to choose an Indian man from a list approved by my parents. Love? That's a luxury I'll never have. I might grow fond of my arranged husband in time, but it'll never be… perfect. And that's okay," she adds, her tone laced with acceptance. "At least my parents will give me some freedom in the matter. I get to choose from the options they offer. I won't be blindly sold to a stranger. I'll even have the opportunity to date my chosen to see if we are compatible."

…

…

"That doesn't sound good. Actually, it's far from good—it's outdated," I say, unable to keep the disdain from my voice. "If you're not okay with it, you can simply say no. By the time it happens, you'll be old enough to have legal control over your own marriage. They can't force you."

Amusement flickers in her dark eyes. "Force? It's not force—it is culture," she says. "While I might resent it at times, I've come to accept it. I'd rather do what makes my family happy than chase some idea of 'true love,' if that even exists."

She pauses, noticing my scepticism. "I can see the disbelief in your eyes, and that's okay. Your culture teaches you to value individual freedom, while mine is firmly rooted in family."

I don't think I understand, but I shrug nonetheless and squeeze her tit, focussing on more pressing matters. If she's fine with her fate, who am I to worry?

"That was a downer," she snorts, breathing heavily. "But that's why I'd rather shag hot boys and have fun while I can instead of fretting over relationships. One day, I'll be a dutiful wife and caring mum, but that's miles off yet."

She talks a lot, I realise. I could've lived my whole life not knowing about arranged marriages, but here we are.

Before she can open her mouth to discuss more inane things, I mash my lips over hers. She gasps but catches on quickly, snogging me back.

I'd have liked riding her in the carriage, but we are almost to the village. I'll have to be satisfied with kissing and groping her. I can fuck her later, hopefully in the same room where Lavender and I did the deed. Otherwise, we'd have to resort to the Shrieking Shack.

~xXxXx~

Astoria Greengrass

The day started off great. Not only were she and Iris able to secure a carriage all to themselves, she even got the opportunity to cuddle with Harry. She was over the moon to feel his arms around her, to feel him touch her. They might have even done something more if Iris hadn't interrupted. She doesn't resent her for it… well, not much anyway. If given a choice, she'd rather have her first time be gentle and loving instead of a scandalous exhibition. Not that she would deny Harry if that was what he desired.

The rest of her day didn't quite match the high of being in Harry's presence, but it was still enjoyable. They began their outing with a visit to the Three Broomsticks and enjoyed Butterbeer to their heart's content. Afterwards, they bought enough sweets to last them until the next Hogsmeade weekend.

Predictably, Iris marched towards the bookstore once they were done giving the other shops customary glances. It was no surprise when they ended up spending most of the day browsing and reading.

What did surprise them was Draco Malfoy.

It was when they left the bookstore and were on their way to their carriage that they came across him.

Iris doesn't react to his stare, but Astoria answers his nod with her own. He's a pureblood, after all. And while nowhere near as prestigious as Greengrass, House Malfoy is still near the top. They deserve some respect.

"It doesn't befit you to associate with half-breeds, Greengrass. It brings shame upon your esteemed house," he says, fixing her with a disappointed look.

She freezes at his accusation. It's not the first time she's been told that, there've already been more than a few disgruntled whispers in the snake den about her choice of companion. But it's the first time it was done so openly. People usually don't question her to her face. Her name is enough to earn that right.

"What did you call me?" Iris whips out her wand and aims at his head, her face contorted in fury. "I dare you to repeat that."

Draco sighs, not even looking at her. "I'm not talking to you, halfbreed. Stay quiet."

Astoria bites back a yell as a red jet of light streaks toward him, courtesy of an irate Iris. But he sidesteps with ease, drawing his own wand in one smooth motion. "Someone needs to teach you your place." His eyes flick to her. "Greengrass, come here and help me. Or will you disgrace your house and stand with the likes of her? Daphne's bad enough, but at least Davis was raised properly. So one might forgive Daphne's missteps, but you? This girl was raised by a mudblood, with no respect for the sacrifices our families made to build this country. Will you abandon your pride, Greengrass? Will you tarnish your ancestors' names for her? These disgusting mudbloods have polluted this land. Now they outnumber us and are trying to change the laws to suit their needs. But no! Soon, everything will change. Soon, where you stand will decide whether you live or die. Will you live or die, Greengrass?"

She pales and trembles in her place as the crowd gathers on the road. She doesn't fail to notice her housemates rallying behind Draco, while Gryffindors stand protectively before Iris. Her people are there while she's stuck behind the 'enemies'. The ideology of blood purity has been hammered into her head since she was a child. She was told she was better than everyone else because her blood is the oldest. She is different, she was promised. Special. More than the common rabble. A noble among nobles. And she believed every word of it, until… she met him. He gave her a miracle and lifted the curse of death. He did the unthinkable and cured the disease that no one else could. Then he went on to make her parents cower before him. He subjugated them. The great Greengrasses are now his servants. And he is a halfblood, raised by a mudblood.

She would declare him an anomaly and try to believe her ideology is right. Just because one boy is more than what he should be doesn't prove anything. Purebloods are more. Halfbloods and mudbloods are less. That's a fact. But what about Iris? What about the famous Hermione Granger? Why are the mudbloods academically more accomplished than the purebloods? How can they do that when they're supposed to be one step above beasts? Why does logic and proof don't align with her beliefs?

She has ignored this question for a while now. Even though she loves a halfblood and is friends with his sister, she has kept running away from this question, unwilling to get an answer, afraid of the answer. But it's time she chose a side. While she agrees with the few points raised by Draco, she hates the way he says it, so malignantly, trying to incite violence. She never really liked violence, maybe because Death has always clinged to her, making her realise how frail people are. There are so many ways to die. People can be killed so easily. And she hates it.

She unholsters her wand and points in his direction. "Don't call Iris that."

Draco and the other Slytherins regard her with pitying looks while Iris and the Gryffidnors give her an approving nod.

She hopes they aren't able to hear her thumping heart. She's not brave. She's scared. She's this close to crying. She hates violence. Pain terrifies her. She thought she escaped it when Harry cured her, but here she is, willingly doing something that will hurt her.

Her grip on the wand tightens and she hides her true feelings behind a mask of ice.

The tense silence stretches on.

Just when the spell exchange seems inevitable, an authoritative voice cuts through them. "Wands down."

Her hand is yanked down her side before she can process the words. It's not only her though, everyone was forced by the order.

"Sheathe your wands."

Again, she's unable to fight against the order and does as told. She would be panicking if she didn't love the familiar voice.

Harry walks towards them with a scowl, his hands behind his back. His older sister and her two friends are fast on his heels, sporting similar looks.

"What's going on here?" he asks, addressing the question to Iris.

"How dare—"

"Silence."

Draco's mouth snaps shut with an audible click, unable to utter a single word. The other Slytherins turn ashen at the casual use of such power and bow their heads, becoming meek and submissive.

She watches on as Iris tells him what happened, and the more she says, the angrier Harry becomes. She wonders what would've happened if his older sister didn't have a pacifying hand on his shoulder.

He turns to Draco once Iris is done. "I'll be making the professors aware of your actions."

Then he turns towards her. She perks up when he takes her hand with a proud smile. "You were brave, Tori. Come, let me buy you a drink. You did the right thing."

Purebloods are trash! Kill them all! Massacre them to the last child! Annihilate the other side!

Ignoring her idiotic inner voice, she squeezes his hand and walks by his side, declaring her allegiance for all to see.