What a Witch Needs

Hi Everyone! Thank you to all who have sent reviews, I enjoy reading them all. I was pleased that many found the previous chapter funny, it was meant to be. Someone also commented that something seemed ‘off’ about it. Well, that’s true too. The day I wrote that I was feeling ‘off’ and it’s always a struggle for me when that happens. I’m not surprised that it came out in my writing.

I’m pleased to say that I sat down the other day and finished plotting out the remainder of this story. It was an ‘on’ day and the ideas flew out of me. I’m very excited about presenting the rest of it to you. How much more will there be? Well, without the smut added in, my outline came to six more chapters, including this one. But we all know that I can’t leave the smut out! LOL Lemony smut takes up a lot of pages, so adding the smut will probably give another four or so. I’m predicting (roughly) ten chapters are left, but it could turn out to be more if something juicy pops into my head.

Thanks to all of you who have stuck with this story and are still enjoying it, your comments have helped to shape it immensely. I’m sorry to anyone who does not like Dark Harry. I do try to keep him somewhat in balance as my goal is not to have him become an evil monster. J.K’s Harry is ‘good.’ The poor orphaned boy who turns out to be a powerful wizard who vanquishes evil, a sort of wizard superman. I suppose she needs to keep him this way as she is writing for a young audience. But I’ve always admired characters that were a bit more complex. I’m guessing that I’m not the only one judging from the popularity of Draco and Snape fictions out there. So I made my Harry more complex in order for me to enjoy writing about him.

Sorry about this long authors note. LOL Well, here’s a chapter that will be setting events in motion. I hope you enjoy it.

This chapter was beta’d by gardengirlgarden and Narcissa Black. Thank you for everything!

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of the characters or places used in this fiction.


The Other Side of the Coin


Severus Snape was sitting in his office when a lone house elf walked out of his fireplace. “It’s about time,” Snape griped.

“You called for me, sir?” the nervous creature asked, wringing his hands.

“I have a task for you,” Snape said. “It’s a very secret, very important task. You will not be able to tell anyone else about it – absolutely no one.”

“Yes, sir,” the elf nodded. “I will do my duty, sir. The headmaster says we elves are to treat all professors as our masters. What do you wish me to do, sir?”

“There is an object you need to retrieve for me, a key. You see, I have lent my key to a student but she has not returned it to me. She’s says that it is lost but I do not believe she is being honest with me.” Snape watched the elf’s wide eyes, looking for any signs that the creature did not believe him. There were none. “I need you to search her room, her personal effects, for my key and then bring it to me.”

“Bizzy is not permitted to look in personal trunks, sir,” the elf replied. “We can dust the tops of them, but not open.”

“This student is a potential thief; the rule will not apply in this case,” Snape said, convincingly. “If I can get my key back secretly, I will not have to cause her the embarrassment of an open accusation. You will actually be saving her from punishment.”

Bizzy thought about this for a moment and then nodded. “Yes, sir, Bizzy will help you with this.”

“Good,” Snape replied. “She will be out of her room this evening along with most of the Gryffindors. It will be the perfect time for you to do this task. You must find a key that is engraved with the image of a dragon entwined with a snake. Remember – no one else must know. We do not wish to bring ruin to this girl’s otherwise spotless reputation.”

“I understand, sir,” Bizzy said. “Whose room am I to search?”

“Hermione Granger’s,” Snape answered.

OOOOOOO

Harry Potter lay naked, sweating and disheveled on his bed, his wrists and ankles tied to the four corners of his bed. He growled in frustration as he watched the scene in front of the bed, unable to slake his own desires.

He was so fucking horny, his cock straining and pulsing, dripping with his own fluids, and he had to endure watching his lovers ignoring him and only giving pleasure to each other. This was so fucked up! He was the one who needed release. He was the one who pleaded with them to slake his burning lust. He was the one who brought them to this room, expecting to be deep inside them, pounding his ache away.

But he was the only one not doing so.

The brown haired witch lifted her arms up above her and wrapped her fingers around the bedpost she was leaning against. One of her legs propped on the bed at Harry’s feet and the other supporting her on the floor. The blonde wizard was suckling one of her breasts, a hand playing with the other. His other hand was sliding against her hot core, coating itself with her juices, as she squirmed and moaned for more.

Draco’s lips moved up her smooth mound and across her collarbone as he whispered, “What do you want, kitten? I’ll give you anything.”

Harry groaned and growled again, pulling at his restraints. Hermione’s eyes opened and she turned a lazy gaze towards him. “Aww, my poor Harry,” she cooed. “Do you want something?”

“You know what I fucking want!” Harry growled. “Fuck me!”

Draco raised his gaze to her face and they shared a secret smile. They knew perfectly well that Harry could get out of those restraints if he really wanted to. But that was just it. He didn’t want to. Harry seemed to be enjoying their sweet torture as it fueled his raging lust even more. They knew he wouldn’t be satisfied if he achieved his goals too easily. They sensed this when they first walked into the room. Draco had whispered a few words to Hermione and she nodded in agreement. They would play his game.

“Don’t be so rude, Harry,” Draco smirked. “You know getting our little witch off comes first. But… perhaps you’d like a better view.” Draco pulled his fingers out of Hermione causing her to gasp in disappointment. Draco looked Harry in the eyes as he held his shiny fingers up in front of him and took a long lick of them as if savoring a popsicle.

“Give me some,” Harry demanded, his eyes watching Draco’s tongue intently as he licked Hermione’s juices off.

“No,” Draco laughed. “This feast is mine. But I’ll allow you to watch.”

“Fuck you, Draco,” Harry snapped. “Sit on my face, Hermione, I’ll get you off.”

Hermione laughed languidly, answering, “No, Harry, I’m still upset with you. You’ve been bad, so now you have to pay.”

“Come on, love,” Draco said, taking her hand and pulling her to the side of Harry’s bed. Draco stepped onto the bed and pulled Hermione up as well. The bed shook as the two teens stood on it, looking down at Harry with grins. “Show him what he’s missing.”

Hermione put one foot over Harry’s head so that she was now standing over his face, her glistening cunt beckoning to him from above. She stood facing Draco who had now resumed the stroking of her clit with his fingers as he captured her mouth in a deep kiss.

Harry turned his head, licking and sucking on her ankle next to him. He let out a cry when he felt Draco’s foot graze the side of his aching penis. Harry was extremely aroused; he had just about cum from that one soft touch.

“Sorry about that, mate,” Draco said between kisses.

“Fucker,” Harry growled. He knew Draco was not sorry at all.

But the sound of Hermione’s moans drew his attention back up to the action above him. Draco was pumping two fingers into Hermione furiously as she leaned back against the headboard for support, groaning and thrusting her hips, fucking his fingers with her juicy cunt. The bed began to vibrate as her orgasm took over, making her legs wobble and her head hit the wall behind her as she threw it back in pleasure. “Awww… oooooh…,” she moaned as Draco leaned over her, trying to capture her sounds in his mouth.

Harry smiled for the first time as the juicy splashes fell on his face. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, trying to catch all that he could. Her cum dripped over Draco’s slowing fingers and down onto the greedy wizard beneath her.

When Draco pulled back to look down at Harry, he saw the dark haired boy licking his lips in satisfaction. He knelt down, straddling Harry’s stomach and grabbed the dark wizard’s hair in his fist. “That wasn’t for you,” snapped Draco, banging Harry’s head down roughly onto the bed.

“I’ll fucking take whatever I want,” Harry snapped at him. They played this way with each other often; both of them enjoyed the fight for dominance and they allowed the power play to shift back and forth between them. Draco knew that Harry was magically more powerful than he was, but he also knew that it turned Harry on to not be in control all of the time.

Draco smacked Harry’s face and barked, “You’ll do what I say or you won’t get any pussy. And I know you want that pussy, you want it badly.” Draco rocked himself on Harry’s stomach, feeling Harry’s erection poking his lower back, the pre-cum dripping down into Draco’s arse crack.

“Enough!” Harry yelled. “Fucking give me it now!” His eyes flew up to Hermione’s, who was still standing above him. She was breathing heavily, recovering from her orgasm and watching the play between the boys. His eyes became pleading as he softened his voice. “Please… Hermione, please fuck me. I need you so much. I need to be inside you.”

“You want to fuck me, Harry?” she teased, running a hand up her stomach and tweaking her own nipple as he watched.

“Yes!” he yelled, trying to buck Draco off his stomach. His sensitive cock moved along the blonde’s back, making him ache even more desperately.

Draco laughed at his desperation, and kept his balance on top.

“Get the fuck off me, Draco,” Harry growled, “or I swear I’ll fucking send you into the wall.”

Draco slapped him again, harder. “Shut up you fucking cocksucker.” Harry growled and tried to spit at him. Draco grabbed his wand from Harry’s side table and flicked it at Harry’s feet. Harry’s legs raised up as his ankles were now tied to the same posts as his wrists, leaving his arse fully spread and exposed.

Draco was now kneeling on the bed between Harry’s lifted legs.

“Fuck!” Harry swore. “This position fucking hurts!”

“That’s right,” Draco smirked, “and it’s about to hurt even more.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Harry yelled in pain, as Draco shoved into him without any lube.

Hermione winced at the sight and looked from Draco to Harry with a worried frown. “Draco?” she said, tentatively. She was afraid that perhaps they were taking this a little too far.

Draco saw the concerned look on her face as he pounded into the grunting Harry. He slowed a moment, remembering that he and Harry only had fucked this roughly when she wasn’t present. They knew that she didn’t enjoy the rough stuff that they did so they had always saved it until they were alone. But today Draco didn’t think to hold back as he was so into the moment.

“It’s all right, love,” Draco reassured her. “It’s what he wants.”

Hermione knelt down next to them and looked at Harry’s scrunched face. “Harry?” she asked.

He only could give her a quick nod of agreement as he screwed his face up again and closed his eyes to the pain.

Hermione let out a breath, realizing that she never knew Harry liked pain like this.

“Slap him,” Draco said, as he picked up his pace again.

Hermione’s head whipped around to look at Draco in surprise.

“Join us, love,” Draco encouraged. “It’s all part of the game.”

“I… can’t hit Harry,” she said. “I’m not really angry at him. I was just teasing.”

“Do it, Hermione,” Harry said, opening his eyes and looking straight at her. “Be mad at me. Be angry.” She shook her head, eyes wide with fear. “Do it! Come on, bitch! You’re fucking weak, you know that?”

Hermione gasped in surprise at Harry’s words, her real anger bursting forth in a rush of emotion. “I can’t believe you said that!” she yelled at him. “Ahhhhh!” She fisted her hands and smacked them down onto his chest. “You’re such an asshole, Harry! You fucking prick!”

“Yeah, I’m a prick,” Harry challenged. “What are you going to do about it?”

Hermione shook her head and wagged a fist at him saying, “Oh… you… you… you want your slap, do you? You’re going to get your wish, Harry!” Hermione knelt up and raised her arm back, bringing her hand down hard on his cheek.

Draco rolled his eyes back as he came hard into Harry’s rear, grabbing the raised legs as he shoved his hips forward in ecstasy. Hermione’s slapping of Harry had sent him over the edge and he groaned loudly, cumming and then collapsing back onto the bed panting.

Hermione had tears in her eyes, shaking with what she had done, yet the anger was still there. She grabbed the wand and released Harry’s legs, watching them flop down hard over Draco who gave a grunt of protest.

She climbed onto Harry’s hips, straddling him. He groaned at the hot, slick feel of her pussy on his cock but he wasn’t prepared for the ferocity of how she grabbed his member and shoved it hard into her passage. Hermione placed her hands on his chest as she began to pump herself viciously on Harry, her face screwed up with anger. “Fuck you, Harry,” she yelled. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again!”

Harry watched her face as she fucked him in anger and hurt. She wouldn’t look him in the eyes while she scowled and rocked as if fucking him was part of his punishment. Harry said a few words and released his wrists from their bonds. He gently put his hands on her arms and ran them softly up and down. “Hermione?” he breathed softly, trying to get her to look at him. “Hermione, I’m sorry. I love you.”

The look on her face turned from anger to hurt as she moved her gaze up to meet his apologetic one.

“I didn’t mean those words,” he said, softly. “I was purposely trying to get you angry, so you’d join in.”

She stopped moving on top of him and looked at him. “Why? Why would you want to be hurt like that, Harry?”

He shook his head, “I’m not sure what to tell you. It’s kind of therapeutic for me, I suppose. It’s a type of release.”

“I don’t understand,” she replied. “I thought you enjoyed making love. I had no idea you wanted it to hurt.”

Harry gasped with understanding and wrapped his arms about her, pulling her down to lay on top of him and stroking her hair gently with his hand. “Oh no, Hermione, you’re mistaken. Making love to you is one of the greatest things in my life. This… what we just did… is more like play. Yeah, rough play, but it doesn’t have any deep meaning to it like making love does. I like having both in my life. But if I had to choose one to keep, it would be making love to you.”

Draco had now lain down next to them, wrapping his arm around Hermione’s back and stroking her softly. “I love you,” Draco whispered to her. “I’m sorry if we got out of hand. You know I’d never take you roughly like that, don’t you? I only do it to this wanker because he wants me to.”

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded. “I think I understand.” She closed her eyes a moment while both boys gently stoked her head and her back. Harry was still hard within her and she lifted her head to look at him. “Will you make love to me?” she asked.

Harry smiled in relief, “Gladly.” He lifted his head and kissed her deeply, moving slightly as Draco joined in their heated embrace.

OOOOOOO

The Chamber of Secrets was crowded that evening as the new members looked around the legendary room. Many of the Slytherins had thought that the chamber was only a myth, even with the rumors that flew around a few years back. Now the big stone face of Salazar Slytherin was before them and the history that they knew so well came to life.

The crowd seemed divided as the established members of the D.A. grouped together on one side of the chamber and the Slytherins congregated on the other side. Both groups spoke amongst themselves in hushed whispers, casting glances back and forth across the room as they waited for Harry to make his entrance.

They heard someone coming through the tunnel in Salazar’s mouth and everyone grew quiet, expecting it to be Harry, Hermione or Draco.

But it was not.

Out of the mouth hole shot a mass of purple robes and grey hair, sprawled on the ground. Dumbledore pushed himself up from the ground and looked around at the surprised faces. Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley ran up to his side and helped him to his feet.

“Are you all right, sir?” Ginny asked.

“Oh, my, yes,” Dumbledore answered as he got onto his feet and brushed his robes down. “But I fear I’m getting too old for slides.” He looked around at the students and smiled. “Good evening. I hope I’m not late.”

“No, sir,” Dean answered. “We’re still waiting for Harry.” Everyone looked at each other, wondering what Dumbledore was here for. He had never come to a D.A. meeting, although he knew all about them.

“Ah, well, that’s fine then,” Dumbledore smiled. He looked about the chamber in interest. “I see that Mr. Potter has made this place quite suitable for training.” Indeed, Harry had purchased a variety of training aids the summer before for use by the group.

Another imminent arrival could be heard whistling down the slide and everyone’s attention was once again on the mouth hole, expecting Harry.

But it was not Harry.

This time a tangle of black robes and flailing limbs came dropping out, blurting a stream of cuss words.

“Ah, Alastor… so glad you could make it,” Dumbledore smiled as Alastor Moody pushed up to his feet in angry embarrassment.

“Someone could have told me it was so steep! I would have done a slowing spell,” Moody griped. “I could have broken my blasted legs!”

Dumbledore chuckled and said, “Yes, it is quite a ride.”

“Hmph!” Moody exclaimed, looking about. “Where’s Potter?”

“Not here yet,” someone answered.

Just then the sound of the metal snakes sliding around the entrance door could be heard.

“It seems that Mr. Potter is fortunate enough not to have to endure being spit out by Salazar Slytherin,” Dumbledore joked.

The large round door swung open and everyone could see Harry, Hermione and Draco standing there. Harry glanced at Dumbledore and Moody at the far side of the chamber and a flicker of suspicion crossed his face. He looked at Draco and Hermione on either side of him and then stepped through the open portal with them.

The large snake torches along the pathway between the portal and the main chamber lit one by one as the triad passed them. The hiss as each new flame was added to the previous ones grew stronger as they approached.

Harry stopped about five feet away from Dumbledore and looked at him questioningly. “Professor,” Harry said. He looked over at Alastor and nodded, “Moody.”

“Good evening, Harry,” Dumbledore replied.

“We weren’t expecting any visitors tonight,” Harry said calmly. “Is there something the matter or did you wish to observe?”

“Oh, not to worry,” Dumbledore smiled. “There’s nothing wrong. In fact, I’m delighted to see interhouse unity finally occurring here at Hogwarts.” The old man glanced up in amusement at the large stone face of Salazar Slytherin. “Ironic that it’s occurring under the very nose of Salazar here. I daresay he would not be pleased.”

Harry stood waiting for Dumbledore to say more. He had no idea why the headmaster was here tonight.

“Yes, well,” Dumbledore continued, “I came here for a few reasons tonight. First of all I would like to commend all of you for your devotion to perfecting your skills. It has always been a frustration of mine that Hogwarts has had problems keeping Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. I suppose that is why I have encouraged Harry to teach what he knows to all interested witches and wizards.”

“Thank you, sir,” Hermione answered for everyone.

Dumbledore looked around at the crowd and continued, “It is time to ask you all for something in return.”

Harry made a movement of surprise and said, “Sir?” Harry considered the D.A. his own creation. What gave Dumbledore the right to come here and ask favors in return for what HARRY had taught them? What was going on?

Dumbledore held out his hand to calm Harry. “It’s all right Harry. I’m just presenting a choice. Not demanding anything.”

“What choice, sir?” Draco asked.

“The choice to become part of a true army, of course,” Dumbledore smiled.

“Are you recruiting people for the Order?” Harry asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. “No, Harry,” he said. “I’m speaking of your army, Potter’s Army.”

OOOOOO


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