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Engineering Doll Making	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 51048 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes and not made for profit.

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You do realize that now I have to find a way to make up the sex scenes that didn’t show up last chapter, right? I probably will, probably won’t.
Now let’s move on!
Warnings, same as usual. Sex scenes, language, and possible violence. Don’t know yet for this chapter. We’ll see.
Here the Chapter Starts
The Engineer groaned as he was swallowed into the tight throat, tongue licking whatever it could reach in the space his dick didn’t take up. His hand was fisting her hair, pulling her closer to him. Her fingers cups his balls, scraping his scrotum while massaging his jewels. Her moaning vibrated him, bringing more pleasure.
He is often glad his Doll Maker knows him so well to know when he needs stress relief. It had only been two weeks since the confrontation. As expected, the abortion potion failed. Twice. So they came up with a new plan that won’t work because he does not plan on donating his sperm to change the baby’s parentage. Every time Ginny tried to get him alone, he was called away by his lover or one of his friends. Ron absolutely refused to help collect his semen in his sleep, not that he really would.
So unable to get their way concerning the baby, they did the next best thing. While Ginny still tries to get into his pants, the Weasley parents as well as Ron informed the Prophet to get the public to side with them. He ignored the article, mainly, then the Howlers came in. His blood boiled as he recalled how easily the masses fell into the Weasley’s clutches. Very few spoke for him.
As though feeling his growing rage, his Doll Maker started to suck harder and faster, her cheeks hallowing as she pulled away from the cock only to swallow it again. His dick throbbed with his racing blood, excitement from her and anger from everyone else making it harder to hold back much longer. Her hands grabbed his sack and pulled on him harshly while she bit down on his tip. Hot cum shot into her mouth, some slipping out from the corner of her lips, as she swallowed his load. Once sure he was done, she pulled away, her tongue darting out to clean what was left on his cock as well as what escaped her mouth.
"Get Rita," she advised, her hand stroking him. "She loves making others look bad."
He felt himself grow hard under her ministrations once again. "Use your tits," he ordered, leaning back to get a good view.
Lifting herself up enough, she pressed her bare breasts against his cock, the organ slipping between the mounds. "We do have an advantage to have her work for us," she pointed out, squeezing him between her tits. She bent her head down and licked at his slit, gathering the pre-cum that was already seeping out.
"We do," he agreed with a nod as she started moving her breasts up and down, stroking him with the soft flesh. It felt like cool silk to his hard, burning penis.
"Why not use her then?" the Doll Maker asked him, moving her assets faster on him while squeezing them together. "Mm, I don’t think your cum ever covered my tits before."
He chuckled. "Because you’re so obsessed with having it inside you," he pointed out with a smirk as she continued to lick him every chance she could get her tongue close enough. "I suppose it is time to use her, though she is a bitch to deal with."
"Who would you rather deal with? That bitch or the whore trying to get your money?" She got low enough to take his whole tip into her mouth, sucking hard on it before it popped out when she lifted herself against. Leaning forward so his cock was pressed against his muscled stomach, she pushed her chest down on him. His tip would disappear under her breasts as she rocked back and forth on him.
"Well when you put it that way," the Engineer commented, feeling his climax approach quickly. He grabbed his Doll Maker by the back of her neck, pulling her away before getting to his feet. Taking himself into his other hand, he squeezed his shaft and stroked his penis hard and fast. She opened her mouth, ready to catch what he would shoot out. Ropes of semen flew from his tip, some landing in her open mouth while the rest landed elsewhere on her face. One landed on her chin only to slid down her neck. "Get in contact with her. I want to talk to her next Hogsmeade weekend. The sooner the better."
Swallowing his seed once again while using her fingers to gather what feel onto her face, the Doll Maker nodded in confirmation. "Consider it done." She started humming as she licked his essence off her fingers, even chasing it as it trailed from her fingers to her wrist. "You always taste so good."
"Glad you think so," he chuckled, tucking himself away before she got him excited again. "So I was thinking…"
"Hmm?"
"Who put the dumb notion that Ginny would be Lady Potter in her head in the first place?"
"Dumbledore was the one who drew up the contract after your parents were killed," the Doll Maker pointed out, getting to her feet, her legs shaking a bit. "Get you to marry a Light girl, keep you in check."
"But Molly was the one who had been telling her since she was young enough to understand," he shot back. "Dumbles made the contract, but Ginny was simply a baby when that happened. Molly is just as guilty, especially since she has encouraged that whore to practice sex in order to impress me. Makes me wonder how many men she had fuck her own daughter."
"It would cause too much suspicion if we abducted Molly Weasley."
"Unless she was…replaced with a copy."
The Doll Maker looked up at him with wide eyes. "That will require a lot of time," she pointed out. "The birds are the closest I have gotten to life-like. I can’t use spells on my dolls, it’ll ruin the charms I already installed. Even a protection spell will scramble a preservation charm."
"My dear Doll Maker," he called, running his hands through her hair. "Leave the frame and skeleton to me. You just deal with everything else. I would really like to kill that bitch as soon as possible. Thinking she can move into my life and act like a mother when all she really wants is for me to knock up her daughter and get her hands on my money after they try to kill me."
She hummed in thought before nodding. "Deal," she chirped as he turned away to go to his workbench. "There is one thing I was thinking about, too."
"Yes?"
"Ginny’s baby," she started, her fingers lacing together. "We know the baby was sired by my doll, though blood will say Fenrir Greyback. She’s been fucking my Woodrow for a month before trying to throw him away. It may be possible that someone else is the father, but in case not… What would she do to the baby for being a werewolf’s child?"
"And your thoughts are to take the baby in?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow. "Raise it as our own?"
"In a way, it is mine as well," she stated, tiptoeing towards the Engineer. "I took Fenrir’s penis and balls from his corpse. I added them to Woodrow, who then proceeded to fuck her relentlessly with them. I ensured his sperm would regenerate so Woodrow would knock her slutty ass up." She reached up and stroked the side of his face. "I know you know she won’t take care of it when its born. And as soon as she realizes who the blood father is, she’ll reject it all together."
The Engineer smirked before kissing his lover quickly. "Indeed. And how would that make her look? She will definitely be noted as a whore who would fuck even Fenrir Greyback, not that she ever has. To our knowledge, anyway. Not only that, but rejects her defenseless baby when she fails to pass it off as my own. Then I walk in, accept the baby, and make a very special announcement." He turned and walked to his workbench. "I will take the child that was thrown away by its mother and raise it alongside any children I will have with my future bride."
The Doll Maker squealed in delight. "You’ll announce it that soon?" she asked in excitement.
"My dear, the ring of Lady Potter will be on your hand when I announce it," he stated with a smirk. "And my child will be planted in your belly that night. I know how eager you are. We will marry soon after the announcement and you will bare my heir."
"How soon?" she pressed impatiently.
"The usual, nine months," he commented.
"How soon after the announcement will you and I marry?"
He hummed. "I was thinking the following week would be good," he answered then shrugged. "Maybe two weeks after."
She started bouncing on her feet in delight, her breasts rising and falling with her.
"Talk to Rita, my love," he told her firmly.
Following Hogsmeade Weekend – Three Broomsticks
Harry tapped his finger impatiently on the table as he waited for Hermione to show up with Rita. People were staring and pointing at him, as usual, but the whispers were irritating. Almost as much as the loud and obnoxious comments. Finally he spotted the familiar head of bushy hair bouncing to look over the crowd, Rita Skeeter behind her.
"There you are," Hermione huffed as she pushed past a couple patrons.
"I was getting worried," he said as Hermione sat next to him and Rita took the seat across. "Afternoon, Rita."
"Mr. Potter, I must say, contacting me was quite a surprise," she started, pulling out her quill and paper. "From what Miss Granger here told me, you want to fight back against these horrendous accusations concerning one Ginny Weasley."
"Very much so," he replied, tapping his finger on the table again. Rita glanced at the tapping finger only to go wide-eyed at the ring wrapped around said finger. Harry contacted the goblins a couple days ago to send his signet ring for the House of Potter. He felt like wearing it to acknowledge his status as nobility would help lift the weight. "What I tell you, what either of us tell you, will be written down correctly. Not dramatized so you can get a few more readers. Deal?"
"What’s in it for me?" she asked with a huff.
"You’ll be my personal reporter for everything concerning me and mine," he informed her, looking at his fingernails in boredom. "Public and exclusive interviews. The paper will not be allowed to print anything about me unless it is by you and I approve it. Until the end of your career or my life. Whichever happens first."
Rita smiled before nodding. "Sounds well enough for me," she agreed, holding out her hand, which Harry firmly shook. Still smiling, she looked to her quill and paper, testing it briefly before looking back to him "Now, Lord Potter. Shall we begin?"
"Yes, I believe we shall. And I expect this in the paper as soon as possible."
Monday Morning - Hogwarts
Due to the previous weeks, most of Gryffindor isolated him due to him ‘ignoring his responsibility and refusing to take it’. However, not only was his dear Hermione still with him, but so were Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw. Few supported him in silence, knowing that Ginny is, in fact, the school slut, but never openly did so.
The mail flew in, the flock of owls searching the large gathering of students to find their owners or clients. Though most of the mail was the Daily Prophet being dropped in front of everyone, including the staff. When Hermione received her copy, she quickly unrolled it and started searching for the article. She didn’t have to search long because it was right there on the front page.
HARRY POTTER SPEAKS AGAINST FASLE ACCUSATIONS!
"And?" Harry asked as he, Neville, and Luna (who would often sit with them) looked to her expectantly.
"Let’s see here," she started to read out loud.
‘When I was contacted for a private interview, I was not expecting it to be with Lord Harry Potter. And yes, my faithful readers, he is in fact now referred to as Lord Potter, Head of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter. I was in shock when I spotted the Potter Lordship ring upon his finger. So of course, when he asked for me to interview him, I accepted quickly.
I am sure all of you, my readers, have read the accusations these past few weeks concerning Lord Potter and one Ginny Weasley, who claims her unborn child is Lord Potter’s. He, however, says it is simply not true.
"Ginny and I have never had sex together," he told me during our interview Saturday afternoon in the Three Broomsticks of Hogsmeade Village. "I do not know who is the father of her child, but I assure you, it is not me."
I asked, "Why do you believe she claims the baby is yours when you two never had sex? Surely she would know that you would reveal this fact." According to Lord Potter, he did reveal this fact to her brother, parents, and Albus Dumbledore. Yet they accused him of refusing responsibility out of fear.
"She believes that if she claims the baby is mine, then I will be forced to marry her, thus ensuring she has a very rich life. But she has been known to ride many broomsticks, if you understand my meaning."
I understood quite well, my readers. But I had to ask. "Do you know who she has slept with?"
Lord Potter’s longtime friend, Hermione Granger, who was sitting in on our interview, laughed at the question before answering. "We can name one, maybe two, male students her year and older she has not slept with, besides Harry."
You read correctly, my dear readers! Imagine my shock to hear that a girl from such a Light family like the Weasleys was having sex with so many boys. I, of course, did investigate by questioning their schoolmates. The things I heard from them! It was a wonder the girl had not become pregnant before now! Following are a few short answers to my questions from some of her former bedmates. Their identities will not be revealed so that they may be protected from backlash, per Lord Potter’s request.
"Yes, I had sex with her in a bathroom. She just smiled at me, pushed up her breasts, and asked me to follow her. Then once we were in the bathroom, she undressed and sat on a toilet waiting for me."
"She couldn’t get enough. Two of my best mates talked about having sex with her before and I was curious if she was really that easy. I walked up to her and asked for sex then she pulled me into a broom closet. We went three rounds."
"Ginny Weasley is the easiest girl in school. In fact, I’m sure she (inappropriate wording, my readers, is not for my articles) her way onto the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Well, at least everyone but Harry. He avoids her like the plague."
"Of course I had sex with her! Who hasn’t?"
"We share a dorm and every once in a while, I think she sneaks a boy into her bed. I can’t hear anything, but there is definitely someone in bed with her. I could see the shadows. Sometimes, she would just disappear during the night."
"Several times. We’re in the same tower, after all. Most of the times we had sex was in the common room at midnight. Though one time, she did come into our dorm and have sex with nearly all the boys before she went to bed."
"She wasn’t putting up a fight when that wood werewolf was having sex with her. In fact, she simply let it do whatever it wanted."
Now hearing about that one was a shock once again, my readers. When I returned to Lord Potter, I not only confirmed that everyone I asked agreed that Miss Weasley was, in fact, a strumpet, but I also asked about the wood werewolf.
"It was after dinner one evening," he began to tell me. "Ginny might as well not been wearing anything at all. All the boys were drooling over her just because they could almost see her nipples. I was more surprised by the fact Ron said nothing to his sister’s attire of near nudity. She left before dessert to prepare a ‘surprise’ for me. When dessert was done and the Headmaster bid us good night, everyone left the hall. As soon as the door opened, though, there they were. Her clothes were torn off her and a werewolf made of wood with a real penis, from what I could see, was having sex with her. She was not struggling against it."
Yet another surprise that I must inform you of, dear readers. Over a month ago, a unknown person called The Engineer attacked a student named Blaise Zabini (who is also a victim of Miss Weasley’s insatiable lust, according to his friends). The Engineer had tortured Mister Zabini before removing his very special equipment. We had heard of this in the Prophet, but nothing about the wooden werewolf running around Hogwarts, and still is. The professors of Hogwarts managed to chase it away before, but it was not killed or destroyed.
I asked Lord Potter if he wished to make a comment at the end of our interview. His answer, "Yes. If her child is mine, which it is not, then I will take responsibility and marry her. But only if a Test of Paternity says I am the baby’s father. Until then, she is only going to keep saying that I am the father because she doesn’t know who is."
And that, my readers, was the end of our interview. I thanked him for his time and rushed to work in order to print my interview for this morning’s paper. Until next time, dear readers, all I can do is hope this manipulative little girl will no longer pull at your heartstrings and will eventually realize that what she is doing is very wrong. May she see the error of her ways.’
Harry nodded his head in acceptance. "She did well," he commented.
"What the bloody hell is this?!" Ron suddenly roared, throwing his copy of the Prophet onto the table. Several students turned to watch the ensuing argument. "Calling my sister a whore in the paper?! Flat out calling her a liar?! You’re the bloody liar, Potter! That baby is yours and you won’t accept it!"
"Ron, I am fully prepared to take this to court, if I have to," Harry told him firmly. "Because look through my memories as they like, they won’t find any memories of me having sex. At least, not with Ginny."
"You admit to sleeping around now!" Ron continued to shout, pointing at him.
"Unlike your slut of a sister, who I’m sure even you fucked when you started going through puberty," many of the students gasps or snickered as Ron’s face turned beet red, "I am a very faithful person. I have a lover and I have had sex with her only."
"Then what do you plan on telling that lover when Ginny gives birth to your heir?" Ron snarled at him.
"Nothing, because it’s not mine. She knows that, too," he stated as he got to his feet. "Excuse me, I have to get ready for class." He grabbed his bag then looked at Ron once again. "You read the article, Ronald. Even you can’t deny everyone saying your sister welcomes sex as though it was air."
That Evening – Secret Chamber
"That went quite well," the Doll Maker commented as she worked on the metal skull that was to be used for the Molly Doll. She already had glass eyes in the sockets and a layer of ‘skin’. Currently, she was trying to add on any marks before working on hair.
The Engineer was at his table, working on the torso of Dolly Molly, as his lover had taken to calling the creation. "Now all we can do is wait and see what a firestorm this causes," he stated, melding the metallic frame together.
"I suspect they’ll fight," she sighed heavily, putting the head down before turning and looking at the back of the other. "People respect Dumbledore too well. He’ll still side with the Weasleys, which will make the public side with them as well."
"I don’t care, I’m just giving others food for thought," he growled out, throwing a tool across his table. "We need to do something about him."
"We have Lizzie watching him," she pointed out, picking up the mirror. "Show us, Lizzie." The mirror lit to life, making the Doll Maker gasp in shock as moaning sounded from the reflective glass. "Well, he is currently being ridden by one Creevey boy, looks like Dennis. Colin is on his desk. Dripping."
"Disgusting!" he snarled, shaking his head in rage. Then he smiled and started to chuckle. "Dumbledore needs a lesson like Zabini’s as well, my dear. Don’t you think?"
"Lizzie, cut it," the Doll Maker ordered. The mirror went silent and dark, showing the Doll Maker’s face now. "Yes, I do. Your plan?"
He licked his lips, his mind already racing. "Check every once in a while until he’s done. Then we’ll give him a show to die for."
His lover moaned in delight as she put the mirror down with one hand, the other gripping her breast. "I’m already getting excited thinking about it," she admitted, chewing on her lip.
The Engineer turned to look at her. She lifted her top over her chest, lifting one mound enough for her to lick at the peaking nipple. He groaned, watching her do the same to the other. His slacks started to get tight. "Doll
Maker," he called wantonly.
She smirked at him, twisting her body side to side as she continued to lick her teats before suckling. She pulled away from them, a pop sounding off each time her lips separated from her nipples.
Having enough of the teasing show, he marched over to her, pulling her hands from her breasts so that they could fall back to their original position. His hands cupped her buttocks, lifting her up before he started to lick at the soft mounds. She moaned as his teeth and rough tongue ran over her sensitive skin, sucking on her like she was water and he was dying of thirst.
Placing her on her table, his kissed his way to her navel, his hands massaging her inner thighs. Once he reached the skirt, he lifted it then licked at her through the thong. His tongue slid under the fabric, sinking into her wet folds. Her hands grabbed his hair, pushing him more into herself as his tongue licked and prodded her.
She moaned, throwing her head back with closed eyes. "More, please," she panted. He hummed an affirmative, his tongue vibrating inside her, which only made her moan louder. "Stop teasing me!"
His chuckle traveled into her before he pulled back, her juices coating his mouth and chin. "Whatever you say," he complied, tugging his slacks down until he was free of his confinement. Rising up, his lips attached to her, his tongue shoving itself into her willing mouth. Her legs opened wider as he pressed himself against her, his cock rubbing against her waiting entrance. Grabbing himself, he pointed his tip to her then pushed in. She gasped at his welcomed intrusion, her back arching into him. Fully sheathed inside of his Doll Maker, his lips detached from hers, travelling down her jawline and to her neck, stopping at the junction where neck and collar met.
Pulling out until only his tip remained in, the Engineer snapped his hips back to her. Taking his time, he started out at a slow pace, wanting to draw this time out. The Doll Maker moaned under him, her hips rising up to meet his thrusts, matching his pace. With her hands planted on the surface behind her, she leaned back. The Engineer pulled away as well, taking in the view in front of him. Her skin glistened with sweat, her lips bruised and swollen. Her breasts bounced as he continuously pushed into her. Eyes half-lidded and mouth open, he couldn’t help the moan escape from him.
"Remember our first time?" he asked her, speeding up a little.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "You took me right there in the forest. We fucked like animals."
"Nervous as hell animals," he commented, hands on her knees to open her legs more. "You’re still as tight as our first time, you know."
She gasped as he sped up, her hips unable to keep up with him. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out. "I think you got bigger! Oh, Engineer! You fuck me so good! I can’t get enough of your cock! I never could!"
"That why when we were done our first time, you got on top and rode me for round two?" he asked with a smile. "I am still surprised we had time to get dressed before everything happened."
"Yes! Fuck yes! I was so horny, I wanted more! I still want more! Ah! Cum in me! Oh, fill me up! I want my womb full of your seed! Oh, please! Faster! Faster! Harder!" He was soon unable to keep any tempo to his thrusts, sliding in and out of her at a rapid pace.
"I’m gonna cum," he told her lowly. "I am going to empty my balls into your tight pussy, my Doll Maker."
"Do it! Fill me with your semen! I want your cock juice to shoot into my womb!"
He grunted and groaned, his hands on her hips to pull her to him as he pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly in their chamber, seemingly no pause between the sounds. She hit her peak first, her walls tightening around him. Shoving himself into the tightened passage one more time, his cock gave a throb before releasing its white fluid into her.
"Oh, I love the feel of your cum!" she exclaimed as he spilled into her. "It is so hot, and it fills me up so much!"
Still connected, the two tried to catch their breath. Once caught, he chuckled lightly, still inside as he rubbed against her. "Remember laying on that ground?" he went on. "Grass on your back. Twigs in your hair. Even then, you begged for my seed."
She giggled, shifting her hips against him. He was already growing hard inside her once again. "What brought on the trip to memory lane?" she asked him, head tilting to the side.
"We never celebrate our anniversary," he pointed out, placing her ankles onto his shoulders. Half hard, he started to thrust into her again. She moaned as he started their second round. With her legs more closed, she felt tighter around him, and he felt bigger to her.
"We did the last one," she gasped, falling onto her back as her hands played with her nipples. "Don’t you remember?" Her gasping grew louder as he grew harder inside her, him pumping into her at a faster pace. "Oh, fuck! You can’t get enough tonight! Good. I want more!"
"Tell me," he growled huskily. "Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you! My pussy belongs to your cock! My womb for you to fill! My mouth and throat are for your cum only! My breasts for you to play with!" She panted hard as he sped up, her words driving him to move harder and faster into her. "Who do you belong to?" she asked back with a smile.
"My cock for your pussy," he growled to her, hips snapping back and forth, his penis fully erect and waiting for her to squeeze the semen out of him. "My cum for your womb. My hands for your tits."
"Yes! Yes! Oh, fill my womb even more! I want it full of your cum! Make me pregnant! Plant your seed in my fertile belly! Ah, fuck, Engineer! I can’t stand much more! Please get me pregnant!"
"We’ve talked about that already," he grunted, feeling her passage twitch to signal her coming climax. "Not yet."
She screamed as her walls pressed down on him once again. Shoving himself in as deep as possible, he released inside her. The two laid panted as they came down from their high. The Engineer pulled out, tucking himself away as he watched drops of his sperm escape from his lover.
"It’ll be summer before you get me pregnant, won’t it?" she panted out, her chest rising and falling quickly.
"You do realize you don’t have to get pregnant for me to marry you, right?" he asked as she sat up, fixing her top to cover her breasts once again.
"I know," she replied with a smile. "But I really want to have your baby."
"You will," he reassured her with a kiss. "Soon enough." He nodded his head toward the mirror. "Check."
Reaching over, she grasped the silver handle then held the mirror in front of her. "Show us, Lizzie." The mirror revealed a dark room. Dumbledore was already in bed, covered up to his bearded chin. "He’s asleep now. Lizzie, cut it."
"Good," the Engineer chuckled as the mirror went dark once more. The Doll Maker frowned as she took in her reflection. "Something wrong, dear one?"
"Making sure I have all my makeup on," she answered. "Don’t want to be recognized."
"You’re lovely, as always. Besides, a corpse can’t point out its own killer. Let’s go."
Here the Chapter Ends
What do they have planned for Dumbledore? Wait and find out in the next chapter! I’ll try to have it posted ASAP.
Alright, who liked the double scene? Figured it kind of makes up for lack of sex scenes in previous chapter. I was going to originally have the Patil twins in Dumble’s office, but then remembered he’s gay. So sorry, Creevey brothers, you’re the victims this time. I feel so bad doing that…
Review, please! ^^
(Re-reads chapter) You know, just realized my violent scenes are kind of spaced out by quite a bit. Oh well.
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