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Harry’s Undoing	By : BrokenHolly Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 60699 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Two

Harry snuck back into Gryffindor tower, still wearing only a pair of lacy panties under his invisibility cloak. The metal cage around his cock was cold and... odd. Not quite uncomfortable, not quite comfortable. He could feel the arousal running through him, more than he had ever felt before. It was late, and the events of the night had drained him.

He hurried back to his dorm, changing back into his pyjamas and hiding the lacy panties away. Harry dreams were a confusing, erotic mess that night and when he awoke, he found that he had leaked a few droplets of precum out of his cage. Without really thinking about it, he scoped them up with a finger and licked it clean. A shiver ran through him as he tasted the liquid. He thought about what Snape’s might taste like...

“You all right in there mate?” Ron asked, and Harry quickly stumbled out an answer. On a whim, he wore the lacy white panties instead of his usual underwear. There was not way to tell through his uniform trousers, but he could feel the soft fabric. After making sure that he knew Ginny was occupied out of her room - she had been spending quite a bit of time up there this Christmas - Harry slipped out of sight and put on his invisibility cloak. He’d heard that there was some kind of defence on the girl’s dorms, but as he ascended the staircase nothing happened. Must have been another joke spread by the twins, he thought.

For all the mystique placed on it by his roommates, the girls’ dorms weren’t all that different from the boys’ save that they smelled a little nicer... at least before Harry opened the first door he could find. This was clearly not the first year girl’s dorms, he thought, as he saw the posters of shirtless wizards and stacks of what must be O.W.L. or N.E.W.T. notes that seemed to cover every surface. Even if any of the girls in here were staying over the holiday- and none were - their clothes would be far too big for the scrawny tween redhead. Still, Harry felt an undeniable excitement at being in such a forbidden place and he went in to explore.

The beds didn’t feel any different, but as he rifled through drawers and hiding places he found a few curious things. Books of spells not on any Hogwarts lesson plan - nasty jinxes and “wand vibrating” charms alike (though Harry had no idea why a witch or wizard would want to make their wand vibrate, he gathered from the book the charm was in that it was something sexual). A few pieces of left behind clothing, which Harry lingered over but ultimately left behind - they really were too big for him. Hidden away, he found something that sent him straining against his cage: a smooth piece of wood in the shape of what had to be a penis, though far larger than his. He ran his hand against as thought he expected it to shock him, but nothing happened. Nothing, that is, save for the sensation of his own meagre cock pressing against its cage.

He knelt down in front of it, mesmerised, and kissed the bulbous tip with his soft lips. He could only fit a little of the wooden phallus in his mouth, but it was far more exciting than merely touching himself had been.

Conscious of his cage, however, Harry merely took the wooden dick with him when he left. Soon enough he’d found the first year girl’s dorm, and there was a single solitary trunk there. A simple ‘alohamora’ and Ginny’s trunk popped open. He rifled through her belongings, and feeling a little guilty at taking clothes from the poor girl, he took her most worn uniform with him. He let his hands wander along her plain, ordinary underwear though, imaging her standing before him dressed in it.

Later that night, after Ron had gone to sleep, Harry took his stolen uniform and headed out under his cloak wearing only his panties. He soon found a classroom, and dressed by the light of his wand. The long socks made his legs look smooth and feminine, somehow, and he hand a huge grin as he spun around in Ginny’s skirt. He rolled it up shorter than she wore it, short enough that bending over without revealing his lacy white panties would be a challenge.

Still under the cloak, he made his way to Snape’s office and knocked. When Snape opened the door to see Harry in a girl’s uniform, he seemed almost shocked for a moment, before his cruel smirk returned.

“Now that suits you better, Potter. And what a short skirt... I think that will be detention, Miss Potter,” Snape said, and Harry felt excitement rush through him at words that only a day ago would have been met with dread.

As Harry walked into Snape’s office, he was too excited to remeber to close the door - and Snape was too aroused at the sight of what looked for all the world to be second year Lilly Evans blushing and under his control to close it either.

That gave the first year girl who had followed Harry down an excellent view as she put one hand below the hem of her threadbare nightdress.

Harry walked into Snape’s office, unsure what was going to happen. He hoped that he would get some relief from the metal cage, and a part of him hoped that Snape would do more than just a few thrusts of a single finger.

“You are quite the girl, aren’t you Potter? Perverted little girly boys like you can’t be called by a man’s name... Holly, I think. Now get down on your knees, Holly,” Snape said, groping Ha - no, groping Holly on the ass as he sneered. She got to her knees - and oh how did both things feel right. The name, the femininity - Snape had merely given her a push there. But kneeling in front of him, being utterly under his control?

As she sank down onto her knees, Holly knew what was coming. She’d heard the boys in her dorm talk about this, what girls did with their mouths. She licked her lips, thinking of how hard it had been to suck on the wooden toy.

“Last time, you were rewarded without satisfying me. That will not happen again. Do you understand, Miss Potter?” Snape said.

“Yes, professor,” she said, her heart beating in her ears. Snape nodded, and then opened up the front of his robes. His cock made hers look pathetic, and was about the size of the wooden toy. The smell was strong, almost overpowering, but that only excited her more. She reached out and stroked it, her soft fingers running against the warmth of it.

Holly gathered her courage, and kissed the head of Snape’s cock. She could taste something on there, something strong, and she liked the foulness of it. She savoured the taste as Snape stroked her hair, and then she tried to take the head into her mouth. She avoided scraping it with her teeth, but even the head was large for her young mouth. Then she felt his hands wrap around the back of her head.

“I see you’re as ill prepared to be a good girl as you were to learn potions. Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Potter,” Snape said, and then he thrust his cock deep into Holly’s throat. She coughed and spluttered, but he kept his dick in her throat. She tried her best to please him, her face contorting obscenely with suction as she serviced his cock. It was all she could taste, now, and she struggled to make sure she didn’t use any teeth.

Snape pulled back a bit, and soon Holly was enthusiastically sucking her teacher’s dick. Precum lined her tounge, far stronger and thicker than her own, as Snape let her bob on his cock. Holly’s own tiny cock strained against its cage, and she began to dribble a little watery precum. Her pace increased, and so did Snape’s moans.

Snape began to thrust into her mouth, pulled his cock out, and almost instantly later warm, thick, salty cum sprayed across Holly’s face. Ginny Weasley, watching the two of them, came on her own fingers. Holly moaned piteously as Snape once again thrust into her with a single finger, her watery cum spraying everywhere in seconds.

“I am going to enjoy breaking you, Holly. Five points to Gryffindor for an... acceptable first effort at pleasing me.” Snape said softly, stroking her long red hair - so like her mother’s. She felt his cum on her face, tasted how much more it was than hers, and leaned into him. The tween girl was a mess of burning shame, arousal, and insecurity as Snape’s cum dripped down her face.
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