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Engineering Doll Making	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 51029 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Voldemort stared at the package a black barn owl just delivered a few minutes ago, the bird long gone now. The Death Eaters around him shifted nervously, waiting for their Lord to do something. What they did not see, but Voldemort could for it is facing him, is the note scrawled on the package wall.
‘Enjoy your present from the Engineer.’ That name sounded familiar to him. His red gaze looked to his followers, searching each face until he reached the one that made him remember. "Lucius," he called, making the blonde man startle slightly. Malfoys’ do not jump. "Have you heard of this…Engineer?"
Lucius nodded his head once. "Yes, my Lord," he answered. "Draco sent me a letter informing me of his friend’s attack by this unknown character."
"And no one has found anything on him?" he asked, his finger tapping the table.
"Unfortunately not, my Lord. Even the Aurors investigating the school have found nothing."
Voldemort hummed in thought, his index finger rubbing his temple. "McNair," he snapped, waving his hand towards the package. "Open it."
Nodding his head, the man rose then reached forward and cautiously grabbed the package. Quickly, he cut it open before flipping the lids out. He blinked a couple times in surprise then looked at the Dark Lord, who waited impatiently for information. "It's a doll, my Lord," he stated.
"A doll?" Voldemort repeated, as though unable to believe such a thing. McNair gave the affirmative. "Remove it."
Reaching in, McNair grabbed the doll by the neck then lifted it out. It body looked to be made of burlap with black cloth stitched to the hips but not to the legs. A gray line circled the doll’s neck, a small gear hanging from a part of the string. Its white vest was sown to the shoulders and back, but the sides and front were loose. Black silk covered the upper half of the face, as though wearing a blindfold. Dark spikes covered the head, the material unknown. Thread was tied around the hands loosely, stitched into the burlap to keep it in place every other inch.
"Why would this Engineer send a doll?" the Dark Lord mused with a chuckle. "Perhaps he wishes for me to know what he looks like so I will know when I have him, as a prisoner or ally depends on our situation." He waved his hand in dismissal before McNair sat back down, still holding the doll and turning it any direction he could to get a better look at it. "Now, has anyone heard from Greyback yet?"
"Not yet, my Lord," Rabaston answered.
"Severus has not reported the Order detaining him either," Lucius added on.
"Perhaps that dog is off rutting children," Bellatrix cackled. "Hope he eats the blood traitors!"
"Now, now, Bella," her husband calmly attempted to placate. "Fenrir Greyback, though an animal, is an ally of our Lord. He should be treated as such."
McNair grabbed the hand of the doll, pulling on the threads tied into the burlap. He gave it sharp tug, trying to rip it out.
"With all due respect, my Lord," Bellatrix purred to the Dark Lord. "Surely you can find allies worth your time."
Inside the doll, the metal wiring grew taut from the tug, pulling the pin from the metal orb inside.
"Greyback is worth my time," he informed her spitefully, causing Bellatrix to flinch back. "Having werewolves on our side is an advantage I refuse to give Albus Dumbledore!"
His hand hit the table in rage. The back of the doll tore open as silver objects flew out in several directions. Wide eyes took in the damage that only took few seconds to cause. McNair has a dagger in his throat, shot out from the doll’s chest. Rodolphus had a silver spiked disk in his throat, a waterfall of blood pouring from the wound. Rabaston had another buried in his collarbone and one struck two of his ribs, getting stuck in the bones. Goyle Senior had a disk in his face, buried in his left eye to the right corner of his mouth.
Lucius Malfoy had one in his arm and another in his stomach, but he was still alive. Crabbe Senior had one in his shoulder, a second in his chest, buried in his sternum, and a third planted itself in his hand between his middle and ring fingers. Bellatrix, though still alive, had one in her left breast and a second in her right cheek, stopped only by the point of her jaws connection. Even Voldemort did not escape harm. Two were in his left shoulder three inches apart, one stuck in his wand hand, and another between his ribs. Others disks were scattered around the room, embedded into the wall and even some on the ceiling.
Hissing in anger and pain, he reached over and pulled out the one in his hand. "Should any of you see this Engineer," he hissed, rage coloring his voice. "I want his head on a platter!"
Hogwarts – Secret Chamber
The Engineer looked up at the ceiling, a smirk dancing on his features. "He got our present, dear one," he informed his Doll Maker.
"Oh goody," she giggled, stitching Lizzie’s clothes to the doll’s body. "How many died?"
"McNair, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Goyle Senior," he answered, his smirk still in place as he cast his gaze from the ceiling to his lover. "Bellatrix Lestrange is still alive, so is Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort himself. Such a shame. The nobodies got killed. But now he wants me dead, both selves."
"I still call that a success, my love," she pointed out as she put Lizzie on the table once her stitching was finished. A content hum escaped her closed lips as she slid the needle into her glove at the wrist. "Lizzie is ready."
"Send her off, then," the Engineer advised with a jerk of his chin.
"Of course," the Doll Maker chirped before clapping her hands. A small doll sprang to life from against the wall before stepping forward. It looked to be an ordinary calico cat if it wasn’t for the multiple joints in the tail and legs or the hinged mouth. "Cici, take Lizzie to Dumbledore’s office. Lizzie, once there, find a safe place and keep watch." The doll seemed to nod to her before the calico doll jumped onto the table, picked Lizzie up in its hinged mouth, then jumped down and ran off. "I give it five minutes."
"Let’s hope we don’t see something we will regret seeing," the other muttered with a shake of his head. "Rumors are that he, even at his age, has sex with some of his students."
"If one such student was that fucking whore, it wouldn’t surprise me a bit." The Doll Maker crossed her arms with a huff. "Or maybe that pug-faced slut in Slytherin."
"Why is she a slut, exactly?" the Engineer asked in curiosity. "I thought she was fucking Malfoy."
"And Ron," the Doll Maker added. "And both Malfoy’s apes. Zabini fucked her a few times. Pretty sure Nott did as well. Once caught Dean between her legs. Even in our fourth year, some of the Durmstrang boys were gangbanging her. And Ginny, as well, but she’s been whoring around since our second year."
"Wait, Parkinson fucked Ginny?" he asked, holding his hand up.
"No, Durmstrang boys fucked Ginny," she clarified with a roll of her eyes. "Saw her with a cock in each hand, one in her mouth, another in her ass, and a fifth one in her pussy. She was already covered with cum and begging for more. Such a slut and cum whore."
"Speaking of Durmstrang boys…" The Engineer looked at her with a narrow gaze, not that she could really see it. The shiver up her spine told her. "Viktor Krum."
"Not I," she told him firmly, holding her head up high. "Only a kiss to the cheek after the ball. Promise."
He growled at her, holding his hand up before quirking his finger in a signal for her to come to him. "I wouldn’t know if you did or didn’t anyway, would I?" he asked lowly. "Didn’t we give each other our virginity after we saved Buckbeak? While we were waiting for our past selves to emerge from the Whomping Willow, did you not open yourself to me? You could have fucked anyone behind my back after that and I would not know!"
"How many times do I have to say only your cock has been inside me?" the Doll Maker scoffed. "I have swallowed only your cum. Only your seed entered my womb."
"I saw the way he looked at you!" The Engineer’s fist hit his worktable hard enough to rattle the objects on it.
"But did I ever look at him the same way?" she challenged him, her eyes narrow.
"How would I know if you’re doing it behind my back?" he hissed before grabbing her waist tightly and picking her up to toss her onto his table. Her legs opened for him to place himself between her thighs, pressing hard against her. "How would I know if you didn’t beg him for his seed like you do me? Huh?! Did you kneel in front of him, suck his dick, and beg for him to plant his baby inside you?"
Gasping as his hands yanked down her top before squeezing her breasts hard enough to bruise, she moaned out, "Never!"
With a snarl, he pushed up her skirt then tore off her thong, his fingers pushing into her swiftly. As usual, the walls tightened around his digits. Her breasts shook as she gasped for air while his fingers assaulted her sensitive passage. Her hands shot up and grabbed his vest by the collar, pulling his face to her before slamming her lips to his. Their mouths opened, tongues battling one another as teeth grasped each others lips. The Doll Maker tilted her head to the side, giving both of them a chance to shove their tongues deeper into the mouth of the other.
One hand left his vest collar, only to grab the back of the Engineer’s neck, her nails scraping his skin as they grounded into each other, forcing his fingers deeper. He pulled his mouth from her, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva from her jawline to her teat. Twirling his tongue around her nipple until it peaked, he sucked on it hard. His Doll Maker gasped and moaned, her head rocking from side to side and she tried to push herself more onto his fingers.
Her other hand freed itself from his vest collar, her fingers dancing along his torso as they made their way to his slacks. She pushed the slacks down as far as she could with her hand, then pulled it back and used her feet to pull the slacks down to pool at his ankles. The Engineer withdrew his fingers, the coated hand going to her other mound to pinch that nipple. His cock rubbed against her, the juices pouring from her covering him as he grounded against her.
"Put it in," she panted. "Please, put it in! Shove your big dick in me! Fuck me already!"
"Did you beg him?" he asked, her nipple between his teeth.
"I never fucked him, I swear it!" she cried out, rubbing herself against him. "I never begged for his cock! I never sucked him off! I never played with his balls! I never had any interest in him! Only you, my Engineer! I’ve only fucked you!"
"Good," he snarled as he pulled back with her nipple still between his teeth. "Good girl." Releasing her nipple, he hooked his arms under her legs, leaning her back onto the table. She supported herself up on her elbows while he pushed her knees to her shoulders. "You belong to me. You are MINE!"
"Then stake your fucking claim!" she screamed at him. With a shout, he sheathed himself in her. Throwing her head back, a pleasurable scream escaped her, bouncing off the walls and back into their ears.
His hips snapped back and forth quickly, his penis entering her at multiple angles as his testicles slapped against her buttocks loudly. He grunted above her as she squeeze him every time he reentered her. "You’re always so fucking tight on my cock!" he groaned as he buried his face into her neck, nipping at her skin.
"Your cock is just that big!" she gasped. Her breasts bounced as he thrusts into her. Arching her back, her bouncing breasts brushed against his bare chest, the gear being squeezed between her mounds. "Oh, no one else will ever fuck me! You’re all the man I need! Ah! Only your cock! Your seed! Oh, fuck, Engineer! Aah, you fuck me so good!"
"Tell me what you want, my Doll," he grunted, feeling his climax approach.
"I want your cum!" she yelled, dropping onto her beck as her hands gripped at his shoulders, nails clawing at his skin and leaving angry red welts. "Fill my womb! Plant your seed inside me! Only your seed! Your semen in my pussy! Fuck me til my belly swells with all of your cum! Empty both your balls into me! Please! Ah, I’m cumming and I’ll squeeze every drop out of you! I’m cumming!"
Shouting loudly, he pushed himself to his base into her, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into her greedy passage squeezing him tightly. Thrusting into his Doll Maker a couple more times, he pulled her body to him. They panted heavily, their breath brushing against the other’s cooling and sweaty skin.
"I never had sex with anyone but you," she told him firmly.
He nodded into her neck. "I believe you," he assured, kissing her throat. "But admit it. Mad sex is great sex."
She giggled, grinding herself onto the cock that was still inside her. "I heard make-up sex is the best sex."
One Week Later – Dumbledore’s Office
Harry knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter. He already knew what was waiting for him. Lizzie came through successfully. Sometimes too well. The rumors of students coming to the Headmaster for ‘extra credit’ were true. How a man his age was able to get it up in the first place was beyond him. That and why anyone would want to a wrinkled old dick in them. Especially since it looked like they did all the work, so he didn’t show off any superior bedroom skill. Though there were cases where it wasn’t the student’s decision.
He shuddered at the area his mind dared to trespass, locking it away behind mindless memories in case the old fool tried to look into his head. No point in him finding out about Lizzie spying on him and everything or everyone he does. He was called in before he opened the door to see Molly and Arthur Weasley on their feet, Ron at the other end of the desk, and across from Dumbledore in a seat was Ginny Weasley, a nervous smile on her lips and hands fidgeting.
"Is something wrong, Professor?" he asked as his green eyes scanned over the Weasleys.
"Well there is a slight problem, my boy, but nothing we cannot fix," Dumbledore told him jovially. "Have a seat, Harry. Lemon drop?" He held out the tin.
"No thank you, sir, and I’d prefer to stand," Harry answered with a shake of his head.
"Very well," the elderly wizard said, putting the tin down then linking his fingers together and placing his chin on them. "How are you doing, Harry?"
"Well enough, I suppose," he answered.
"Good, good."
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you call me here?"
Ron rolled his eyes, like he was glad the point had finally been given an opening to enter through. "Ah, yes!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Miss Weasley has felt ill for the past few days. When she went to Poppy, scans were done. She is pregnant. When asked the identity of the father, she told us it is you."
"That’s impossible," Harry told him firmly.
"Now Harry, at your young age, I understand hormones are a difficult thing to control, but protection can fail at times," Molly tried to placate him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He shrugged her off. "No, it’s impossible because I never had sex with Ginny."
"There is no reason to lie about it, Harry, you’re not in any trouble," Molly reassured him. "We’re not angry, we promise. You’re a little young, but this is a joyous occasion. A baby is a beautiful thing."
"We never had sex," he informed them slowly, glaring at Ginny. "At least, not with each other."
"What the bloody hell are you trying to pull?!" Ron yelled at him. "I saw you that morning! You had someone with you! Ginny wasn’t at breakfast either! She had to be the one you were in bed with! Now take some bloody responsibility!"
"I wasn’t with Ginny," Harry shot back with a snarl. "And I won’t be responsible because the whore who rides every broomstick in this school got knocked up and doesn't know who the father is, so says its me."
Molly and Arthur gasped in shock, Molly’s hand flying to her chest as though she were struck. Ginny went pale, but Ron turned into a bright red.
"How dare you!" Ron shouted. "Play with my sister’s heart, take her virginity, then call her a whore while she is carrying your child!"
"Harry, you’re the father," Ginny whispered.
"No, I’m not, you just wish I was!" he snapped at her. "Now you’re lying through your teeth to make me look bad and you the innocent pregnant victim! It’s your own fault you got knocked up. Not mine. I never had sex with you." He looked to Ron. "And for the record, pretty sure Lockhart took her virginity. I had the unfortunate timing to walk in on her riding him. Looked like she was really enjoying herself."
"That’s a bloody lie!" the Weasley boy shouted in his face as Molly staggered, Arthur being the only one holding her up.
"Now, now, calm down," Dumbledore spoke softly. "I’m sure there is a good way to settle this once and for all."
"Fine," Harry snapped. "Wait for the baby to be born and do a Test of Paternity. If it is mine, which it isn’t, then I will do the right thing and marry her. But I promise you, it’s not."
"You bloody well know it is!" Ron continued.
"Harry, you have to take responsibility," Molly choked out, straightening herself up. "If Ginny has the baby out of wedlock, it would make the both of you look terrible. You would bring shame onto your family and ours because you’re afraid to–"
"I’m not afraid to take responsibility for something I do or create," he pointed out. "I refuse responsibility forced onto me by lying whores." He looked Ginny. "The only way I will ever marry you, Ginny Weasley, is if a Test of Paternity saying that baby is mine is in my hands. A original copy not tampered with and I will know if it was." He turned his gaze to Dumbledore. "Now if you will excuse me, I’m late for Potions." With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out. The door slammed behind him, blocking out their calls.
A grin latched onto his lips as he descended the stairs. Walking past the gargoyle that guards the entrance, he hummed a small victory tune. Ginny is pregnant, most likely with Fenrir Greyback’s ‘donated’ sperm.
"I saw everything," his lover’s voice ghosted into his ears. He turned a corner then leaned against a wall, waiting for her to show herself. "They’re yelling at Ginny right now. Failing at the one job they gave her." She stepped from the shadows, a smug look upon her face. "You know they’ll try to find a way to make sure the baby is yours, right?"
"I suspect you have a plan for such," he confided, thoroughly trusting her to plan that far ahead. With long term ideas like this, she was always prepared for anything and everything.
"A few little charms Woodrow carried on him that transferred to Ginny’s baby," she explained, examining her fingernails. "They can’t abort it. And when they find that out, they may try to take some of your DNA to change the baby’s. The charm won’t let them. Then they may try to create a new baby and pass them off as fraternal twins. Again, not going to happen. Only one baby in her womb allowed during this pregnancy."
"And tampering concerning the Test?"
"Have some faith in me," she giggled. "No matter how much they tamper with the Test’s results, they will fail. No matter how many copies they make to say different results will show the correct results instead. A charm I created myself."
"You’re a genius, my dear one," he complimented. "Now, I’m sure Snape probably knows what is supposed to be happening, meaning I may not be expected to show up for class until later…"
Hermione moaned as her legs pressed tightly against each other. "Come with me," she whispered, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind her.
"As always," he chuckled, his gaze on her rump as her hips swayed. She dragged him through a few corridors before finally pulling him into a bathroom. He recognized where they were and it is perfect.
"Myrtle?" Hermione called for the ghost girl.
She floated to peer at them over her stall door. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Do you mind if we borrow your bathroom for a few moments of privacy?" she asked sweetly. "I promise to do anything you ask of me in return."
Myrtle thought about it for a moment before sighing and floating into the air. "You owe me," she answered before diving into her toilet and disappearing.
Hermione smirked victoriously, turning to look to Harry before pulling out a mirror. "Show us, Lizzie," she said before an image showed in the mirror. All four Weasleys were still in the office, Dumbledore looking quite angry, as well as Molly and Ron. Arthur seemed indifferent, his head in his palm as he shook his head. "He looks more upset by the fact she’s pregnant than anything else."
"The man has no spine, always following Molly’s word," Harry pointed out, his chin on Hermione’s shoulder and his arms around her waist.
"Tell us the truth now, Ginny!" Molly snapped at her daughter. "Who is the father?!"
"I don’t know!" Ginny cried, tears spilling from her eyes.
"You ruined everything!" Ron shouted at her next. "Just couldn’t keep your legs closed, could you? You said you could get him to have sex with you!"
"Shut up, Ron! I tried to get him to sleep with me! He ignored me every time!"
"So you fucked every other boy in the school instead?! You really are a whore!"
"That is enough!" Dumbledore finally roared, jumping to his feet. The Weasleys cowed under his gaze, Ginny still crying. "Miss Weasley, you are aware of the fact that should you give birth to another man’s child, the contract is voided, correct?"
"I was always careful," she whimpered through her tears. "I took potions to make sure I didn’t get pregnant by other boys."
"Well you are!" the Headmaster coldly informed her. "The child can be aborted, pass it off as a simple and unfortunate miscarriage. With no proof of the child being anyone else’s, the contract will still be intact."
"I will make sure to get the potion, Albus," Molly spoke up. "I’ll mail it to her, leave a note saying it’s to help the baby in case Harry does suspect foul play and want an investigation."
"He wouldn’t do that," Ginny stated.
"After that reaction, I’m sure he would," Arthur pointed out.
"Would you?" Hermione asked him as others tried to argue with Arthur’s logic concerning Harry’s actions.
"You’re damn right I would," he answered. "I’ll even grab the bottle and have it tested. You did say the baby can’t be aborted, correct?"
"Spell or potion," she clarified. "I plan using that charm on myself when you get me pregnant in case of jealous women. I would fully expect Ginny to try and kill our baby."
Harry nodded his head in agreement before humming gently. The Weasleys and Dumbledore were starting to discuss when an appropriate time the potion could be sent would be without raising suspicion. "I wonder…"
"What?"
"Think the Headmaster is only mad because he found out she fucks everyone but him?" he snickered.
Hermione laughed at the question. "Him and poor Neville. He may be coming out of his shell, but he’s still a ways from a girlfriend."
"Luna," he named quickly. "She likes him. I can see them hooking up."
"Hmm," she hummed in thought. "Now that you mention it, I did see her kiss him. She ran off, though. Probably embarrassed." Harry shushed her, nipping her collarbone harshly.
"Then it is settled," Dumbledore finalized. "Molly will send the potion next week after a series of potions that will weaken the baby in case the abortion potion fails."
"What about those kinds of potions?" Harry asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It’s the baby of a werewolf, most likely," she pointed out. "Even without the charm, those potions won’t affect it."
"Charm still protects it?"
"I am to be your wife, Harry. I cover all bases to make sure no one else tries to steal you from under me. Charm still protects it. Lizzie, cut it."
Here the Chapter Ends
I’m surprised with myself. A whole chapter with only one sex scene. Well I guess this one was mainly for story sake. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it! Review please! ^^
Oh, just thought of this. Never really said a timeline. Well, seventh year, no Horcrux hunting, Dumbledore obviously still alive, Snape still Potion Professor. Sorry, should have said something sooner.
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