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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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Dude, what is wrong with me?! Half my chapters have only one sex scene! This is supposed to be a sex fic!
I have a lot of making up to do…
Disclaimer: Still don’t own Harry Potter, so please call back the lawyers and the judge.
Here the Chapter Starts
Metal claws clung to the stand as feathered wings tucked into the avian body, wide gold eyes stared unblinking at its mistress. The gloved hand petted the eagle’s crown, whispered praises falling through pink lips. "Oh!" she gasped, seeing the bald patch that exposed the wooden torso. "We’ll have to fix that."
"What happened?" the Engineer asked, testing a knee joint on his table.
"Looks like someone didn’t appreciate the gift," Doll Maker cooed as she petted her eagle. "Don’t they know not to shoot the messenger?"
The Engineer laughed, throwing his head back as the sound bounced off the walls. "I think the concept escaped them," he stated with a wave of his hand. "Did your Titan record everything?"
Withdrawing her magic to render the doll motionless, Doll Maker gently removed the golden orbs. Dropping them into a shallow bowl, she activated the charm on the ‘eyes’ that were to record and play back everything the bird saw. The Engineer came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck as the playback sped through the scenery of the sky and the forest. When it reached the Manor, it played out at a normal speed.
They laughed as the Death Eaters scrambled to avoid the large avian flying in their hall, as well as the object it dropped. Watched in anxious silence as a few of the lesser ones approached the broken crate. The Engineer smirked when Lucius’s warning came too late. The doll stood and the real action begun.
Reaching into his slacks, the Engineer gripped himself, moving his hand in slow, tight strokes as his other hand reached under Doll Maker’s skirt. Ignoring the blood that seeped from her body, after all the worst part of the flow was over, his fingers slide into the soaked clit. She gasped, pressing her buttocks against his crotch and rubbing against him as they watched the electricity lick at anyone who didn’t get out of the water fast enough.
She gripped the table for support as he panted in her ears, both of them watching as the doll twisted its body, increasing the voltage. There wasn’t enough higher ground that was far enough from the water for anyone to be untouched. Some simply couldn’t get up higher, and if they could, it was by the expense of someone else’s life.
Withdrawing his hand from his slacks, he unbuttoned and unzipped his clothing, tugging it down until his hardened cock was free. He removed his fingers from her bloodied entrance, pushing the skirt up and placing his hands on her waist. He rubbed himself between the cheeks of her buttocks, causing Doll Maker to pant in anticipation.
As they watched electricity bounce over the corpses, setting them alight with small fires, before trying to reach for survivors, the Engineer bent her over enough for him to easily slip inside her. The blood seeping from her uterus coating his penis, briefly reminding him of their first time when he broke through her virgin barrier, though with a little less blood.
The doll clicked into place, ending the current that engulfed the water. "Oh, fuck," Doll Maker moaned, dropping her head as the Engineer slide in and out of her from behind.
"Mm, look at all that," he groaned, nuzzling her neck before licking from her shoulder to her cheek. "Well-done Death Eater. You know that makes you excited."
"Very," she panted, laying her upper half on the table as she reached out to grab the opposite edge. She watched her doll fall, smoke rising from the charred corpses. "Oh, god, you cock is amazing!"
Voldemort strode into the room, took in the damage, then started demanding an explanation. The eagle left his perch, flying over the damage one last time for a closer look, before soaring out a window after Voldemort threw a curse at it. The vision went back to a forest scene, which Doll Maker cut off as the Engineer sped up his thrusting. The table rattled and banged against the wall from the force of their union. His grunting blending in with her moans that echoed through their Chamber.
"Yes, that’s it!" she panted, throwing her head back. "Aw, fuck! Yes! I’m so close! Please, fill me! Ah, cum in my bloody pussy! My womb is waiting for your seed! Oh, I want your semen in me so bad! Fuck, please! Plant your seed in my belly!"
"Ah, you know I love it when you talk like that," he groaned, feeling the muscles of her passage spasm. "Cum for me, my love. You want my fucking seed so bad? Squeeze it out of me."
She screamed as her climax washed over her, her walls nearly crushing the hard cock inside of her. The Engineer took slow, but hard thrusts into her, dragging out his orgasm. Biting his teeth with a groan, his semen shot out of the slit of his cock, deep in her body. Letting out another groan as he rode out his release, not pulling out until his penis stopped spurting fluid into her, then he dropped his head onto her neck. Once finished, he pulled out of her, allowing her body to let go of their mixed fluids.
"You know," he muttered into her skin. "I think you get more horny during your time of the month."
"You know what?" she giggled in return as he pulled away from her. "I think so, too."
"Well you’re not done yet," he commented as she looked over her shoulder to see him. He was holding his dick in one hand, her blood covering it as well as her vaginal juice and his released sperm. "You have a mess to clean."
Licking her smirking lips, Doll Maker turned and lowered to her knees, her tongue already stretching for the limp organ. It twitched as soon as her tongue made contact, licking a small line from the head to the base with the tip of her tongue. "I can clean this easy," she giggled.
One Week Later – Great Hall
If it wasn’t for the lack one a certain elderly Headmaster that was brutally murdered earlier in the school year, there would be no sign of unrest in the Hall. The students still spoke loudly, having to yell so their friends could hear each other over the rest of the population. There was still laughter, food being stuffed into mouths eagerly, and complaints of classes they were not looking forward to or teachers in general.
At the Gryffindor table, while some still took up for Ginny and Ron, it was a small number compared to the rest of the House. Anyone who would fall for Ginny’s cries of Harry neglecting her and ‘their’ baby crowded around her and Ron, glaring daggers burning with scorn and hate at the dark-haired teen. Yet because of the Prophet revealing his title as a Lord now, not many dared to outright approach him.
Hermione just ignored everyone as well as Harry did, helping poor Neville through his homework while arguing with Luna about the existence of the strange creatures the girl keeps going on about. Dean and Seamus sat with them as well, engrossed by the arguments and throwing in their opinions while asking Harry his own. Harry could only watch in amusement as Hermione constantly lost the battle against the blonde Ravenclaw, but absolutely refusing the give up.
All in all, it appeared to be a normal December breakfast.
Harry thought it was quite sad, actually. The way such a tragic death of a powerful figure could be so easily forgotten by that figure’s very students. Of course, if he wasn’t abusing so many of them in his own sick and twisted way, perhaps more would care.
Then the post flew in, owls filling the air while occasionally diving down to hand their burdens to their designated human. Hermione took the Prophet from the lovely Great-Horned Owl that landed in front of her, offering a bacon for the bird’s personal payment as well as a few coins to pay for the paper. Happily taking the bacon from her fingers as she slipped the payment into the pouch tied to its foot, the owl took off with a powerful beat of its wings.
"Oh, look at this," she chirped, handing the paper to Harry as the others looked over theirs.
It was a simple article about Rita Skeeter publishing a biography about Albus Dumbledore, revealing secrets that he never revealed to anyone. Such as the fact that he and Grindelwald were partners in their crusade before the epic duel that gave the old man more power than he could rightfully handle in his youth.
"Perhaps we should write a letter to her," he suggested. "After all, I’m sure there is plenty about Dumbledore that she doesn’t know that just needs to be published for the public."
"Such as what?" Neville asked, curious by the knowing tone Harry used.
"Lots of things," he answered.
Hermione rolled her eyes at his criticism before leaning over to Neville. Luna leaned in as well to catch her words. "He left Harry on the doorstep of his abusive Aunt and Uncle’s home when his parents were killed," she informed them. "In the cold with nothing more than a blanket for cover."
Wide-eyed in shock, Neville looked at Harry for confirmation. Luna just looked as though it was a suspicion that was proven true, the dreamy look continuing to cover her face. Harry nodded but didn’t add anymore. He didn’t feel like sharing the fact that his bedroom for ten years was a cupboard and he was only fed enough to keep him alive, basically leaving him as nothing more than skin and bones. Not to mention everything he owned was once Dudley’s things that he either outgrew or didn’t want and Harry managed to get without anyone noticing.
A sudden realization struck him. Here he was with Hermione, taking out and punishing those deserving. Though for now, they are just playing with Voldemort while thinning out his numbers, but they will eventually kill him off. Before or after the awaiting battle all depends on luck. It was bad luck last time that he wasn’t part of the mass electrocution that killed off at least a dozen of his followers, crippling roughing twenty with severe burns that no magic would heal. He was supposed to be there, but they moved just a bit too soon and missed him completely.
But there is one group that they hadn’t touched yet. His ‘loving’ relatives. Getting to them personally would be near impossible during the year unless they left for the holidays, but even then he would be alone. Not that he couldn’t handle it alone, he just knew Hermione may enjoy herself as well.
"Lost in thought, Harry?" Hermione called him out of his mind.
"Just thinking," he told her, his gaze dark as their eyes connected. She gave a small nod in understanding, unnoticed unless someone was watching her closely.
"Anyone think it’s a little strange for Ginny to be showing so soon?" Seamus whispered to them after staring at the redheaded girl long enough. "Think someone knocked her up long before she said anything?"
Risking a quick glance, Harry noticed the slight swell of her stomach. It had only been a couple of months. He looked to Hermione in confusion, her response being a knowing smirk and a mouthed ‘Later’.
"Wouldn’t surprise me any," Dean commented as he tore into his muffin. "She slept with so many guys, I’m surprised she didn’t get knocked up sooner." Seamus snickered as he nodded in agreement.
"Neither one of you are scared that she may be pregnant with your baby?" Harry threw at them. He knows that she slept with both of them.
"Not a chance," Dean stated. "My dad got me some condoms when he learned that I’m sexually active. I share them with Seamus."
"Use them every time," Seamus pointed out with a smirk. "Never broke one."
"Well at least someone is practicing safe sex," Hermione commented with a wide eye roll. "Merlin knows that it isn’t used often enough around her." Both boys snickered.
Luna looked to Harry dreamily and smiled softly. "You don’t need to worry so much, Harry," she told him, her voice light and gentle. "The nargles all seem to avoid you."
Earning a few incredulous stares, all Harry could do was nod his head and return the smile. "Thanks, Luna. It’s nice to know that."
Hermione suddenly rose to her feet, her plate now empty of breakfast. "I need to go to the library to make a few finishing touches on McGonagall’s essay," she explained, stuffing the Prophet into her bag to read later on.
"Class starts in fifteen minutes, Hermione," Harry reminded her.
"I know," she answered as she walked off.
Harry sighed with a shake of his head, grabbing his own bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Knowing her, she may miss a few minutes of Flitwick’s class and be a wreck for the rest of the day," he commented, earning nods from the others, but a dreamy smile from the blonde girl.
He calmly followed after her, the door wide open to allow them to exit undeterred. Hermione sped walked through them, while Harry barely even jogged after her. When he exited the Hall, he looked around in surprise, unable to spot her.
"Here," she whispered, making him turn his head to a hall where he could barely see her waving him over.
Looking over his shoulder to make sure no one else was coming out, he ran over to her, sliding around the corner easily. Once next to her, they walked off down the hall, heading towards Flitwick’s classroom. "Should she be showing that soon?" he asked lowly, mindful of the portraits on the walls that could report anything they hear to a teacher. Whether she was pregnant with a werewolf’s or a human’s baby, he didn’t care so long as they haven’t found a way to make the baby his.
"Did you know werewolves are generally pregnant for five to six months?" she asked him, her voice just as low as his. "This just proves that the baby is fathered by a werewolf if she’s showing this soon."
"She’s not a werewolf, though," he pointed out. "Does that still apply to her?"
"Yes, because the baby has the werewolf gene, meaning it will grow like any other werewolf cub," she explained to him. "She’ll give birth in four months, maybe five at the latest. We’ll still be here in school when she has it."
Nodding in acceptance, he looked to her and smirked. "Meaning we’ll marry much sooner than I thought," the dark-haired teen stated.
She nearly started skipping. "Exactly," she agreed with a wide smile. "How’s that for an early Christmas present?"
"I’ll take it," he chuckled. "One more thing. Just for future reference." She hummed in acknowledgement. "I want Rita there when the baby is born so she can document everything done and said. I don’t doubt the Weasleys trying to pull something off to make the baby mine."
"Is that the thought you had at breakfast?"
"No," he replied, shaking his head slowly. "I was thinking it’s about time I gave the Dursleys a Christmas present as well."
Two Nights Later - Chamber of Secrets
The basilisk laid in front of him, still as she could be. Every once in a while, she swayed her lower half, but that didn’t affect the Engineer’s work, so he didn’t reprimand the creature about it. The serpent was, in fact, much smarter than anyone would really believe. And because of him defeating Riddle in his second year, the basilisk now listened to him instead of Slytherin’s heir. He, after all, proved to have the stronger bloodline worth protecting.
"Master?" the creature hissed. "What is this thing you put on my head?"
Metal plates slid back, uncovering the sickly yellow eyes only halfway. "It’s a mask," the Engineer answered. "You can see through it, my pet, but no one can see your eyes unless these pull back." The metal plating slid back in place, covering the orbs once more.
"I can see," the serpent told him calmly. "I fail to see the purpose."
"So that when my pretty little future mate comes down here looking for me, I don’t have to worry about you accidentally killing her," he explained lightly at first then more stern as he went on. "Besides, this is just a basic part of it. I’ll be adding on as I think up new ideas. Maybe some panels that will protect your neck, but can come forward and be used as a drill."
"What is a drill?"
"It will help you dig through the earth and stone easier," he replied, patting the scaly nose.
"I would like that."
"Then I shall get to work on that."
"Oh, my Engineer," a voice sung.
"Panels stay over your eyes, Salis," he warned the serpent.
The basilisk raised her head enough to nod an affirmative before turning around and slithering back into the pool of water in front of the stone face.
"Playing with the basilisk again?" Doll Maker asked, her head tucked down and eyes closed as she slowly walked down the path.
"She’s not out in the open, dear one," he told her.
With a relieved breath of air, she raised her head and opened her eyes, her pace quickening to reach him. "So?" she pressed.
"So far, it is working," he informed her. "I can’t see her eyes through the panels and she says she can see through them just fine. But I am immune to her death stare, so I don’t know if it really works."
"You need a real test subject," she commented knowingly.
"Yep," he replied with a quick nod of his head then turned his head to smirk at his lover. "Preferably one she can eat so there is no body left to point to us."
Looking upwards a little, Doll Maker ran through a list of possible people they could use. Some would be noticed too soon. Parents worrying about not hearing from their children or teachers noticing a student is missing, or even staff noticing one of their coworkers is suddenly gone as well. It would be difficult for them to go into the Ministry and pull anyone out of there unnoticed. So she broadened the list to outside magic and smirked.
"You’re ‘loving’ uncle, possibly?" she offered in advice.
Her reward was him pressing his lips to hers, his tongue diving in past her lips and tangling with her own appendage. Pulling away, he smiled. "You just read my mind," he chuckled. "Getting to him won’t be that hard. Though we may end up having to take all three of them, just to make sure no one notices too soon."
"Even your cousin?" she asked in surprise.
"He’s the neighborhood bully who chased me nearly every day of my life and about half my broken bones were from his overweight arse kicking, punching, or stomping on me," he pointed out in disdain. "He’s too far gone into Vernon’s brainwashing. I’d be doing the neighborhood a favor."
"Your aunt?"
"Turned the other cheek when her husband was thrashing me and not to mention smacked my head with a skillet when I was five for burning the bacon," he explained. "At the least, if none of them die from her stare, we get to kill them ourselves."
She giggled, bouncing on her feet. "Can I kill your fat uncle?" she nearly begged.
"Vernon will be mine," he told her firmly. "You can have Petunia. And if we decide to spare Dudley later on, only if we are thoroughly convinced he can change, he’ll be so traumatized, he’ll spend the rest of his life in the loony bin."
Laying on the floor, Doll Maker looked up at him coyly. "What do you plan on doing to them?" she asked, feeling his eyes trace her body through the blindfold.
Climbing over her, he lowered his head to whisper into her ear. "Well first, I’m gonna take a whip to Vernon," he informed her, grinding his hips against hers. "I’ll leave the same scars on him that he left on me."
Doll Maker moaned at the friction, his slacks catching onto her skirt enough to slowly pull it up as he rocked his body into hers. "And then?"
"Then I’ll start chopping pieces of him off, starting with that huge stomach of his," he went on, nipping at her neck a little. "I’ll even extract his stomach and then shove it right back down his throat. May he fucking choke on it."
His groin pushed down into her, his growing erection straining against his slacks. She bent her legs at his waist, pressing her knees against his body as he grounded into her. One of her hands flew into his hair, gripping the locks, while the other reached down between them. Her fingers pulled up her skirt the rest of the way before fumbling to find his zipper.
"More," she panted as he licked her throat, his hand pushing up her fishnet top and grabbing her left breast. His callused hands squeezed the soft flesh, pushing it down into her chest before pulling it away. His finger occasionally slid over the perk nipple.
"Well, I was thinking of maybe, puncturing his lungs so he can drown in his own black blood," the Engineer went on, feeling his Doll Maker find his zipper and pull it down. He groaned as she reached in, her hand rubbing against him before nimble fingers wrapped around his shaft and pulled the erect penis out. "Or maybe have him watch us torture his own flesh and blood. I would love to hear his pleas like he enjoyed hearing mine."
He kept his hips away from her enough that she had to keep pulling on his cock, her nails scraping the burning red skin while her palm rubbed the purple head. "You know you want to do more," she breathed as the hand occupying one breast pushed the other side of the fishnet up to uncover the other mound. "What about Petunia?"
Once her hand left him, he started rubbing his aching penis against the damp fabric of her thong. "Well if she isn’t passed out in shock from Vernon’s session, I’ll shove Vernon’s dick down her throat," he started, the head of his cock catching the edge of her thong and pushing it away to rub her pink, wet flesh. "And while she is struggling to breathe, I’ll cut off her breasts and remind Dudley that he really needs to pop her teats out of his mouth."
"Oh god!" she cried out as he swiftly sheathed himself into her. Her lower legs swung around his waist, locking at the ankles with her heels digging into his backside.
"Then I’ll cut out her uterus, maybe her ovaries as well," he continued, panting and grunting as his pounded into the writhing body under him.
"Oh fuck, yes," she moaned. "Cut hers out! Damn cunt doesn’t deserve the title of mother! Fill mine to the brim! Make me a mother!"
"And you would deserve it," he told her, the heels pressing into him encouraging him to speed up. "I know you will be a great mother to our little one." He kissed her deeply, their tongues twirling around each other before he pulled away with a grin. "Well, our little ones," he added, knowing she wants more than one child.
"And your cousin?" she asked through her panting moans, his hips slapping against hers in a frantic pattern.
"I’ll leave him as broken as he often left me," he growled, pushing himself up on straight arms. "His mind and his bones will be shattered." He groaned loudly, throwing his head back as his hands gripped her waist to pull her more onto him.
"Oh, yes! Fuck yes! Oh, Engineer, fuck me hard! Fucking god, fill me! I want your seed in my empty womb so bad! It’s been empty too long!" she yelled in pleasure, her body rocking back and forth on the warming stone floor under her.
"It will be occupied," he told her with a feral grin. "In time, it will be swollen with our baby."
"Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Make it swell now!" A loud moan tore past her lips, the echo deflecting off the walls and back into their ears.
Her passage squeezed him tightly, coaxing his semen from the slit in large amounts. The hot, white fluid coated her walls, spilling into the very space she begged for it to fill. The Engineer’s arms shook, giving way to his weight. He fell to her, supporting himself on his elbows as he lazily rocked into her, riding out his orgasm. Panting heavily, he kissed his way from her shoulder to her lips. Her lips opened in welcome, allowing him to enter the sweet cavern of her mouth once more.
Separating with a string of saliva being their lips only connection, he nuzzled her nose with his own, planting a second soft kiss. "Can you help me bring them here?" he asked softly.
She nodded. "I think I have a pretty good doll to use for that," she answered through her panting. "Though it will have to be one at a time. It may take a while."
"However long," he reassured her as he disconnected from her body. "The sooner, the better. Years of held in anger and hatred released in a single night."
Next Day - Ministry of Magic
Kingsley Shacklebolt looked over everything he could find from both the files of Blaise Zabini’s attack and Albus Dumbledore’s murder. The only connection he could make between the two besides location were lacerations that were on both of them. While the thin cuts covered Dumbledore’s hands, wrists, and ankles, Zabini’s were nearly everywhere on his front. Their backs were nearly untouched, unless there was an injury deep enough to reach the back.
That only told him that there was no sneak attacks from behind. Most, if not all, damage was from the front, meaning they were facing their attackers. All that could be said by Zabini were ‘Engineer’ and ‘Doll Maker’. Two suspects, but no clue as to identity. There was nothing to pick out of Dumbledore’s room, and nothing to remove from Zabini’s self.
It still made no sense, though. Why would these two people go after a student and the Headmaster? Were they just psychopaths on a spree? If so, why are there not more victims? Or is there an actual motivation?
His dark eyes looked over to the doll that Severus had shown the rest of the Order, the only clue as to appearance. But even that was nothing. There were no buttons for eyes under the silk blindfold that would give a clue as to eye color. All they had was dark hair, which matched a majority of the population.
An owl was suddenly on his desk, making the man jump back in surprise. Letting out a deep exhale, he removed the note from the bird’s held out leg before it took off, the tip of its wings brushing his cheek as it passed.
Nothing was written on the front, nor the back when he flipped it over. With furrowed brows, he opened it. In elegant scrawling, there were two names and a list of heinous crimes that he could not believe to be connected to either person.
Blaise Zabini – sexual harassment of the student body, statutory rape of a child (several), aggravated sexual assault of a child (several)
Albus Dumbledore – child abuse, child endangerment, aggravated sexual assault of a child (several throughout his years as Headmaster), burglary of several Vaults (Gringotts Goblins have been notified), conspiracy to murder Tom Marvolo Riddle AKA Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter
He needed to look into these allegations before all this got out.
Here the Chapter Ends
Now who could have sent such a notice to Kingsley? Don’t look at me, I haven’t decided yet.
Anyhow, hope everyone enjoyed the chapter and hopefully within a couple, the Dursleys will get their due. So please leave a review and tell me what you think!
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