The Wizarding World’s Whore

Title: The Wizarding World's Whore
Summary: Hogwarts/Harry, Draco/Harry. As the Wizarding World’s gratitude to Harry Potter turned into perverse lust, Harry is used, taken and claimed. Explicit Kinks and Bottom!Harry.
Ratings: Adult, NC-17, Explicit.
Kinks and Warnings: Anal sex, Gang-bang, Whole of Hogwarts against Harry, Orgies, Bestiality, MPreg (with variations), Double Fisting, Double Penetration, Explicit Fetish Nipple-play, Felching, Rimming, Gender-bending, Toys, Multiple Partners, Extreme abuse of Harry's arse, Magicalbeing!Hermaphrodite.

Author's notes: Harry's arse is gonna get a little abuse here, so place tender loving care on his bum and read with caution! XD


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Harry lay quietly, looking up at the looming bedposts reaching high up into the ceiling. There was no breeze in the Great Hall but the translucent hangings fluttered gently, comforting his mind and making him feel like a baby in a magnificent cradle. For once, ironically…he felt pure. No more evil to haunt his life, just gratitude and love gifted to him in the form of waves and waves of pleasure. There was no more deaths, but the celebration of the bright, free future.

And freedom, because this was what he chose. They expected nothing of him, except to be a receptive body, absorbing all the worshipping. And what is wrong with that? When Draco broke the news about his Hermaphrodite gene to him, he’d dreamed day and night about a big family of his own. Harry Potter and Harry Potter’s children. A tribute from the Wizarding World. He was sure Dumbledore knew about this, and decided to search his guidance on a later date.

A cool, rough hand trailed up his thigh, caressed his belly, breasts and neck before reaching up to his lips. Severus Snape stood over him, eyes filled with an unnamed emotion, lacking the usual demeaning look he gave to Harry.

Harry tentatively reached out with a small, pink tongue to lick at the tip of those pale fingers, and cheered inwardly as an almost perceptive shiver ran through the Potions Master’s body. Opening his mouth and taking two fingers in, he proceeded to suck on them, eyes blazing intently and fixed on the other man’s all the time.

‘Detention, Potter…’ Severus drawled softly, his voice brushing over Harry and hardening his cock. The dark gaze landed on his length and those thin lips smirked. ‘…for being such an incorrigibly depraved whore. I’m very sure you would be amenable to polishing some things in the dungeons. You seemed to be quite enthusiastically twitching for it.’

And Harry would have laughed out at the horrible pun had his pucker not twitched at the thought, filling him with anticipation. Apparently it had not escaped the man’s eyes, so he expertly flexed those entrance muscles to wink at Severus, watching the man stare at down at his hole, increasing on the suction on those fingers suddenly moving inside his mouth, feeling out his soft walls.

‘I’ll remind you on your…detention again, Mr Potter.’ Severus whispered, before drawing out his slick fingers reluctantly. He backed away with a smouldering look, causing Harry to let out an involuntary mewl.

Then a curtain of long blonde hair filled his vision and he startled at the face of Lucius Malfoy so close to his own, so alike to Draco’s elegant, fair features. The older man’s face was, however, etched adequately with signs of maturity and a sense of charisma Harry was sure no one could resist. He felt a shiver traveling down his spine. Like Severus…this man exudes power.

The intense silvery-grey eyes bore into his own, filled with unhidden lust and promises to come. A cool hand covered his breast and started to massage it sensuously. Harry looked down to see the Malfoy ring rubbing a little against his sensitive nipple, and he arched into the hand, much to the amusement of Lucius.

‘So soft…so charmingly wanton, Harry.’ Lucius drawled in that infuriatingly calm, controlled tone despite the full lust present in his eyes. ‘You’ve become beautiful. I’m sure Draco would not refuse a night in my chamber, just my son, me and you, indulging in some…carnal sins. Would you say no, Harry?’

And he swooped down to claim those ripe, red lips in a devouring kiss, Harry responding more than willingly, barely able to gasp out a ‘yes’ with the hunger in that kiss overwhelming him. They even taste the same, Harry thought dazedly, as he pulled in the tongue invading his space. The curtain of hair enclosed their faces, enclosed Harry’s world to a pair of insistent lips clamping and claiming his own. Lucius had no qualms whatsoever about exposing his affections in front of a whole hall of students.

The hand on his breast kneaded almost bruisingly, but Harry purred at the squeezes, moaning for Lucius to do more. Lucius broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between their lips, trailing down to where he had his mouth hovering over a nipple. His mouth was so close…opening up…

Then he pulled away, shaking his head slightly. ‘Such a temptress. No, I shall leave you aching for me till the night I have you over.’ Harry saw him smirk, and pouted in disappointment.

Lucius stepped into the crowd beside Severus, emanating control once again, though Harry knew instinctively he was battling his conflicting emotions in him. Like father, like son. He smiled knowingly.

It was the Creevey brothers’ turn. Harry was Colin handing his precious camera to another sixth-year he trusted, then clambered onto the bed with his brother in tow. They’d filled out quite wonderfully, the scrawny, mousey looks they sported gone and replaced with lean muscles, messy sandy hair and big grins. They were even taller than Harry, who was naturally smaller in stature, and Harry never felt more excited at his two most obsessed fans descending upon their much fantasized idol.

Hands were instantly groping at his assets, memorizing every inch of him. ‘Harry, Harry, Harry…’ they chanted. He spread his legs wide, cradling Colin who had gone straight to the prize, bestowing pleasure upon his hard member. Dennis licked and kissed his face, his lips, then sucked on his neck and shoulders with fervour. Harry reveled, responding in a way he knew the Harry in their dreams did, urging them on with murmurs of encouragement.

They both suckled at him like babies nursing hungrily, Colin at his bulbous head and Dennis at his breasts. His hands threaded through their curly tendrils, pleading for them to go down faster, harder….and he exploded into Colin’s mouth with a shout, the warm heat milking him for all he could give. His chests bucked into Dennis, allowing Dennis to wind his arms around him and burrowed his head further, attempting to cover Harry’s jutting breast. Harry was so sensitized post-orgasm, that he moaned and trembled with their continuous torment.

Then Colin pulled off his still spurting cock, and Dennis lunged for it, never wasting the cum Harry was offering. They both groaned at the taste, savouring it like the finest cuisine in their life. ‘You taste so good, Harry…’

Both hungered and fueled on by Harry’s taste, they brought his knees up and wide, exposing his privates more fully. Dennis has gone to join his brother, who was already slipping two eager fingers in Harry’s still stretched hole. ‘Open up more for us, Harry…we want to see you,’ Dennis breathed, eyes staring at the fingers playing with the pliant hole.

He slipped in two more fingers alongside Colin’s, watching as Harry sucked them in without resistance. The walls are so soft, he thought as he probed and stroked, so tender, warm and giving. There was a slight squelching sound from their fingers moving in and out of the pulsing hole, Harry’s own lubrication and the cum from so many before easing the passage.

The smaller boy was already whimpering in desperation, both of his hands obediently holding up his knees to allow them better access. His head was flung back, digging into the mattress. When they could not wait and plunged another two fingers in each, Harry moaned and pushed back against those fingers, wanting to feel them fill and stretch him further. ‘More…Colin, Dennis…give it to me…’ he panted, lust surging with the feel of a full entrance.

The brothers moved. In, wiggle, out. In, carress, out. They could not get enough of Harry, now that they have him at their mercy, feeling him up and touching him as much as possible. Colin exchanged a look with his brother, then synchronized, folding their thumbs and pushing into the slick hole.

Harry moaned in excitement, flexing his pucker to welcome them in. Soon, both their hands were in to the last knuckles, and they were still pushing, twisting around to widen the hole. Slowly, inch by inch, the hole swallowed the biggest parts of their hands, and they slid in with a swift motion, burrowing in till their wrists were buried.

Harry bucked and inhaled, his arse adjusting to the double hands, filling him with a sense of intimacy. He braced himself and sucked them in further, till they could push into him till the first third of their forearms, intently staring at the point of entrance, marveling at how deep their hands could reach into his body. He felt them close their fingers to form two huge fists in him, stretching his innards so fully he gritted his teeth and pulsed around the intrusions.

His hands gave out, so the brothers helped hold him open with their other hand. Colin and Dennis both hitched their breath in amazement as Harry brought his hands down to prod his own stretched entrance, then pulled it a bit wider around the rim with his fingers.

‘Fuck me with your hands…I’m opening wider for you…’ he slurred in a seductive tone, eyes burning into the brothers’, commanding them to bring him pleasure.

Unable to hold it in, Colin and Dennis slowly punched their fists in and out of the red, stretched pucker. Feeling the hot cavern yield and squeezing them occasionally, they quickened their pace, double fisting their beloved Saviour. He was taking it all in, eyes glazed with tears as he watched his own hole swallow the fists and cling to them as they pulled out. The friction against his inner walls was driving him crazy, and his body spasmed at the exquisite sensation flooding from his groin to his entire body.

Colin and Dennis both grunted at the sight of Harry’s hands rubbing at his nipples and molding his breasts. They felt relieved that they could bring the object of their obsession into such a state of incoherence. Enlivened by the thought, their fists took a life of their own and fucked Harry harder in desperation. Then they bent down to take in the nipples so lovingly cupped and offered to them, suckling at Harry like puppies. They wondered when they could nurse for real, and sucked harder to spur the growth.

Harry was bent in half, his knees pressed to the side of his breasts, buttocks lifted slightly and his wide hole leaking furiously over the hands shoving in and out, the force of those thrusts jerking his body. He cried in pleasure as his mounds were ravished, two heads bent over him, and as he caught the sight of students watching his debauchery, he came hard over the brothers’ arms, convulsing and vision blacking out.

Dennis drifted down to lick at the cum coating his navel, teasing his belly button while Colin ripped his hand out to lap at the sweet juices covering it. The hand still in him moved and twisted a little more, before pulling out with a ‘squelch’.

Then, without warning, they both hefted Harry’s hips up and angled their hard cock towards the loose, gaping entrance which revealed a glimpse of the dark red inner walls. At that delicious sight, they surged forward to brace their cocks at the rim of the pucker, cumming in hot spurts and watching as their white spunk hit the inside of the channel and slide lewdly into its depths. They pushed both cocks in to thrust frantically, riding out the last of their climax. ‘Take us in, Harry…take it all. Oh fuck…we love you…’ Colin said in strangled gasps, as he and his brother pushed themselves in to the hilt, letting the heat of Harry’s passage stroke over them…

‘Ahhh…’ Harry let out brokenly, the sense of being used as a vessel for cum consuming him. He felt kisses slobbering over his lips as they collapsed on him shakily, nuzzling affectionately.

‘You were SO good…so much better than our fantasies…hmmm..’ Dennis moaned.

‘Thank you, Harry…this is really a dream come true.’ Colin whispered, and then with a last kiss, they both slid out of Harry, patted his hair, tidied their clothes and went back into the crowd. Colin resumed his taking of pictures.

Harry was limp, exhausted, and not sure if he could take it anymore. The pleasures kept sustaining him, making his body long for more, but there has to be a limit to being continuously fucked. His hole was throbbing, cock sensitive beyond measure; the ceiling was swirling, and his mind was drifting off slowly, feeling sleepiness wafting over him…

‘Give it your all, Crabbe, Goyle. And make it good.’ Draco’s voice cut in.

Harry heard murmurs of approval rising in the crowd. The names just barely registered in his mind, before the bed dipped heavily and two bulky silhouettes closed in on him. He should panic, knowing that these two were not to be trifled with, and that his smaller physique, much smaller, in fact, was not helping at all. But he knew Draco would not hurt him, and his lackeys always obeyed him.

Harry was compliant, pulled around by the two huge boys like a rag doll. They were alright, he supposed. Baby fat long gone since a year ago, and they now had bulging muscles, broad and meaty torsos that filled Harry with a surprising sense of anticipation. To be held between those two…to be used with a type of demanding force that made him submit willingly…

Then they unzipped their trousers right in front of him and he drooled at the sight, cock coming back to life. He should have guessed, of course, judging from their build, but he was unprepared by the sight of two long, thick cocks deliciously filled with hot ridges and veins, bigger than any he had ever seen before. They stuck out like two hard rods, already bloated and red, and obviously very eager for some action.

He wanted to swallow them into his mouth, to taste the musk of those wonderfully masculine lengths…but another of his orifice was already twitching in lust. He turned around on all fours, showing them his desperate need to be filled, spreading his loose hole wider with his hands and pushing his butt high in the air.

‘In me, now! Please…I need you both stretching me, deep in me...’ he pleaded and sobbed, looking over his shoulder at them with glistening eyes.

The two boys acted immediately, Crabbe pouncing forward to grab Harry’s swaying hips, and without any warning, force his way into the tender, raw hole. Harry screamed and jerked, the length in him already pushing its way deeper than any cock he had before, rivaling only the feel of Draco’s enlarged member in him. He was pulled up and back, landing on Crabbe’s lap, back against his chest.

Crabbe was impatient, forcing Harry entirely onto his cock, so that he was sitting and sheathing the length to the hilt inside him. Harry whimpered as Goyle proceeded to push his thighs apart, got between his knees and shoved three fingers into Harry’s stretched hole. Harry cried out, his arms pinned by Crabbe to his side, rendering him helpless against the onslaught. The fingers in him were not gentle, scissoring and pulling his rectum wider for the next intrusion. Harry was already shuddering at the thought of these two deep inside him.

And before he knew it, the fingers pushed up to open the hole for a big, blunt head nudging beside Crabbe’s cock. Harry pulled his arms up to fling them around Goyle’s neck, holding him close and bracing his body as Goyle slowly made his way in, every little inch setting Harry’s nerves on fire. He thought he was being ripped apart, his hole gaping so wide he felt himself split into two. Goyle was relentless, and as if knowing Harry secretly wanted it, plunged himself all the way in with a huge thrust, almost lifting Harry’s body up from Crabbe’s length with the sheer force.

Harry shrieked into the Great Hall, his voice making the audience shiver. They could see Harry’s small body impaled fully by two huge, thick pricks. He was trembling in pain, tears falling freely from his wide, disbelieving eyes. He inhaled sharply as Goyle inched out and shoved his fat length in again, jolting his body and squeezing another shrill scream out of him.

Their Saviour was pressed tightly in between two hard, muscular bodies and the sight was stunning. Not a beautiful, romantic sight, but one filled with power, danger and strength. They were bent on ripping him apart, it seemed, filling him with a fullness he had never experienced before.

With every thrust into him, they could see Harry’s belly bulging, and his breasts jiggle with the force. Harry was, by now, letting out silent screams, his eyes staring into the distance and red-rimmed. Yet he was pleading for more, his hands grappling at Goyle’s shoulders and occasionally reaching behind to pull at Crabbe’s hair.

With a roar, Goyle pushed them back, till Crabbe was lying on his back with Harry pressed into him, and Goyle on top of them moving like a savage, awakening beast. His hands were leaving bruises on Harry, such was the force of his grip, crushing Harry’s hips onto him as he pushed forward into the full hole. Harry was arching, his hands clawing at Goyle’s back as his knees were pulled up to rest on his shoulders, spreading his nether regions wider for the brash fucking. The squelching sounds emitting from his hole was loud and clear.

The school held in their breaths as they took in the action, two lengths burying so deep into Harry they could scarcely imagine the pain and the pleasure. His body was sandwiched, a pliant form rattling with every thrust. His breaths were short, jaw clenched with tears in his eyes, and he was beautiful. Utterly, completely beautiful.

Goyle pulled back and laid down, pulling Harry on top of him. Crabbe was now the one doing the thrusting, applying friction to another part of Harry’s passage. He was lying prone, no longer having the strength to do anything but receive the torture they were inflicting, and the rate at which his prostate was banged against consumed him. His bum was throbbing in protest but he screamed and moaned wantonly, and returned the kiss when Goyle crashed his lips onto his.

Soon they were both moving within him in a synchronized rhythm, and Harry forgot everything happening around him other than the currents of sensations spiking up from his hole. He was chafed raw even with the amount of lubrication he produced to ease the way, split open every time they both thrust into him at the same time. The two huge cocks in him felt like they were shoving his organs aside every single thrust. They were breathing harshly into his neck, biting and stroking him and letting out animalistic grunts.

Crabbe pulled Harry up to lean against him, all the while thrusting, while he cupped Harry’s breasts and kneaded them none too gently, leaving bright red marks. He puffed Harry’s nipples out for Goyle, who instantly clamped his mouth over one and suckled, tightening both arms around Harry’s small waist. Harry whimpered, his own arms flinging around Goyle’s messy head in desperation. His body was supported only by the hold Crabbe has over his chest.

Harry was surprised when he felt a second mouth clamp over his neglected breast and looked down to see Crabbe’s head under his armpit, head twisted over and hand guiding his right breast to a hungry mouth. Soon they were suckling in full force, fucking Harry like no tomorrow, and Harry felt like he could die under the onslaught of sensations coursing through his body. Crabbe seemed to know how full his belly was, and pressed his hand down wickedly, forcing Harry to feel the pressure of Crabbe’s hands stroking their cocks through Harry’s belly.

His hole spasmed as his climaxed neared, but he was already so stretched, Crabbe and Goyle could feel every little ripple of his muscle. They gripped his small body and stilled him, milking their cocks together in the hot passage. Their pace was frantic, haphazard and uncaring to the state of Harry’s arse. Every thrust and pull had Harry feeling the sensitivity of his channel, his rectum clinging onto both cocks and the friction more than he could take.

His orgasm ripped from him in one harsh jerk. The tighter he clamped around the two cocks in him, the more friction he felt coming from the thrusts. He did not have much cum left, and after he came down from his bliss, he lolled around limply, no longer having the strength to carry on. Crabbe and Goyle increased their thrusts, thoroughly using his hole as they forced him down fully onto their throbbing cocks, grunted and jerked as their buckets of hot seed was shot deep into Harry’s depths. It took a full minute before they could slip out of him, and by then, Harry was almost to the brink of passing out again.

He winced as Goyle inched out slowly, followed by Crabbe. Carefully, they laid him down onto the bedsheets, making sure to not move his thighs too much. Harry lay spread, and the school saw the red, angry anus very swollen and wide open, seeping out juice and cum. Harry tried to close it but to no avail. He was entirely loose and figured it might take days to be healed. He wasn’t even sure he would be fully tight again..

Goyle crawled up in front of him, aiming his big, limp cock at Harry’s mouth. Harry caught the head without any hesitation, the thought of licking those warm juices clean making him feel dirty. It aroused him, and he did just that, stretching his lips obscenely around their dirty leaking members and polishing them dutifully.

After he was done, they left with an awkward caress which Harry thought might mean as an attempt at comfort. He wanted to wave back, but grimaced as a misplaced action caused pain to shoot up his spine from his lower back.

The school was alright, he thought, feeling his dignity retained though they’d all seen him naked and begging for it. Realizing that since Harry Potter was a revered icon figure, to fuck him was a privilege, not a thing to take for granted. He had thought there was nothing left to lose after being so thoroughly exposed and giving a performance bolder than a porn star, but he was wrong. They called him a whore on the outside, but this was just some name used when they were aroused, not that they actually meant it. There was a sense of respect and desire for him underlying this lust, and that made his heart tingle with a warm, unnamed emotion.

There was movement at the corner of his eye, then Draco’s face was hovering above, his silvery eyes concerned.

‘Tell me if they were too rough. I’d personally see to it that they would never have the chance to continue their line.’ Draco hissed softly, but darkly..

‘It was good, Dray. They were amazing…but I’m so tired and sore now. Bring me back....’ Harry’s smile was cut off by a huge yawn. He grinned inwardly, thinking Draco was rather an idiot, asking his lackeys to 'give their all' and then threatening to castrate them if they so much as hurt Harry. Honestly!

Draco, unaware of Harry's thoughts, shook his head affectionately. ‘Poor darling. You’ve had enough for a day.’ And after casting cleaning spells and bundling Harry up in some spare robes, being careful not to press into Harry’s bum, he nodded to Severus, who inclined his head and ushered the students back to their dormitories. Many of them bid their goodbyes and said their compliments to Harry, then reluctantly dispersed and left to return to the dorms. Lunch would be served in their common rooms that day due to special circumstances.

Harry sighed and burrowed into Draco’s chest, already falling asleep. Draco kissed his forehead and cradled him close, while he walked (Malfoys do not trudge) back to the dungeons to his and Harry’s assigned room. His father and Severus flanked him, guarding Harry in their own way.

Tomorrow will be a new start, he mused, and Harry’s life in Hogwarts might just change entirely.

But no matter what this might bring to their future, Draco vowed to always be there for Harry.

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TBC.


You guys rock! Love the reviews, and I still want more! Every single one spurred me on. Haha. *greedy grin* There were some really nice suggestions, and I heart you guys. Those helped me a lot.

I know as an avid reader myself that waiting for updates really suck, so I'm trying my best to keep the chapters coming quick, like...intervals of a few days. But I will not let you guys wait for more than a week btw chaps, rest assured!

Now for replies and thanks~

To Crimson1of1Crimson: There will definitely be Buckbeak/Harry! XD And more Whorish Harry, yes dear.

To bumblebee: I'm sorry I can't give you a definite answer, but I can tell you that there are many more things done to Harry so this story might be really long...:)

To Leentje: Oh, Snape claiming Harry? It's a MUST, period. XD

To Mara: Thanks a lot! I will try to draw more scenes to help solidify the story. :D Look forward to both!

To tie me up. tie me down.: There is NO end to Good Smut with Harry. *grins* Thanks!

To momoko: Thanks!

To chantalmalfoy: A Snape scene will definitely be cumming up. *grins* Hagrid too, and Harry is on his way to being 'properly' broken in and stretched. Though he will love it much. Centaur smex..hmmm...*smacks lips*

To MistressRaven: WANTON WHORE!Harry! *chants with you*

To TanyaPotter: Sure thing! Thanks for the support. :)

To cedricsbabe797: Vampire Kisses sounds interesting :D I will always read your fics, lol. Especially if it involves bottom!Harry. And I SAY YESYESYES to a sequel for Barbie Harry! I know its already a classic, but if there is a sequel I would love it! Please put up a chapter, any drabble..*puppy eyes*

To Katherine A: Oh my god! I should really include Fang. If his master can get some action, why should he be deprived of it? Besides, we all know he loves Harry. *winks* Thanks for reminding me! It's an important thing.