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The Dormant Power ch.2
🕑 Added 2024-06-14 10:00:07 +0000 UTC"My, my, my," a low, feminine voice emerged from the shadows.
Harry Potter looked up, startled, as a beautiful womanly figure emerged from the darkness. He could see she was gorgeous, but for a moment, his eyes focused only on the jagged, wicked smile on her lips and her eyes that seemed to glow red in the dark alley. She leaned over him, her blood-red lips inches from his face, and he felt a shiver of fear run through him. She looked like a ravenous predator, and he was her prey.
"Your pain is so..." She took a deep breath as if inhaling the most wonderful scent. Then she licked her lips with a long, pink tongue. "Delicious."
And that was the moment Harry's life changed forever.
"Your pain tastes exquisite," the seductive woman murmured again.
Harry was dazed, watching the beautiful figure emerge from the shadows. She wore a tight, black leather bikini and high boots. Two red horns protruded from her white hair, gleaming in the moonlight.
"That's... a nice costume," Harry muttered, barely believing he dared to speak to such a magnificent creature.
"Isn't it?" She giggled, and the sound stirred something urgent and throbbing within him.
As she leaned over him, Harry felt the heat radiating from her pale skin and caught a delightful scent of musk and perfume.
"Feeling better?" she asked, running a long, red nail along the tear in his costume.
He opened his mouth to deny it when he realized he did feel better. More than better. It was as if the shame and humiliation had been stripped away, leaving him raw and vulnerable. Yet, along with the pain, something else had been taken—something essential, something that made him who he was.
"I don't know," Harry groaned. The effort of speaking was almost too much, and he felt darkness creeping along the edges of his vision.
She leaned forward, the pale swell of her breasts mere inches from him, but he had no strength to touch them, even if he had the courage.
"Oh, darling! Don't go just yet!" she cooed. "It's too soon. I need more of you."
The words seemed sexual, but the smile on her lips was hungry. Who was this woman, and why did she need him?
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Fleur, I am the flower of this world," she said, her lips brushing against his ear. "Now, before you faint, tell me something."
"Anything," Harry murmured, losing consciousness. Suddenly, he realized that this must be a dream, a mixture of desire and Halloween confusion blending in his muddled brain.
Instead of fighting any longer, he allowed himself to fall into the woman's embrace, letting the dream take control over him. She was stronger than she looked, cradling his body like a child, her gentle words soothing his mind.
"Tell me." Her velvety voice caressed his gray matter. "Who do you love?"
He didn't know how long he spoke, but each word seemed to please the beautiful creature, so he continued, revealing every delicate part of his soul.
He told her his name. He told her he loved Hermione. He even told her he was a virgin, something no one knew, though they might have guessed. She didn't laugh. She just purred and stroked his hair.
"Well, maybe I'll be able to take care of that before you're worn out."
"Worn out?" Harry groaned. "What do you mean?"
"Shhh," she said, her mouth closing over his, her hot, spicy breath filling his senses with desperate need. "Just rest. You'll need your strength." He nodded, his eyelids growing heavy. As he closed them, he felt a rush of air and the rustle of leather. He glanced at the beautiful woman and saw the moon being obscured by a massive wing of a dark angel unfolding behind Fleur. This must be just a dream, but he couldn't help being impressed.
"Great costume," he muttered again before everything went black.
When Harry woke up, he was lying on hard metal, his eyes peering through a grate at the alley far below. He sat up too quickly, his world spinning as if he were drunk. He was outside, in the dark, but somehow this place felt familiar. Then he turned his head and through a half-open window recognized the dark room.
He was outside Hermione's dorm room. He had been here many times, sipping beer with Hermione as the sun set.
Many times he had tried to confess his true feelings to Hermione here, but he was never drunk or high enough to do it. How had he gotten here?
Harry stood up, shaking off the remnants of his encounter with Fleur. He heard a long, low moan from Hermione's room and peeked through the open window. The steamy air from inside hit him like a wave. It smelled of musk, sweat, and the hot, wet scent of sex.
His heart stopped. Inside, he could clearly see Cedric and Hermione sitting on her bed, their faces close as they talked in hushed tones.
"Seriously, Hermione, I don't understand why you're even friends with that loser," Cedric sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Cedric, don't talk about him like that," Hermione replied, her expression pained. "Harry has always been there for me. He doesn't deserve to be treated this way."
"Come on, babe," Cedric said, smiling. "You can't seriously tell me you don't see how pathetic it is, the way he worships you. Or maybe..." Cedric tickled Hermione's ribs. "Maybe you like it!"
"Stop, Cedric!" Hermione snarled, pushing him away. "Harry is my friend."
"OK," Cedric murmured, wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist. "I promise I'll be nicer to him."
Harry felt his anger rising. He could see Cedric was lying. He didn't care about Harry! All he wanted was to get into Hermione's pants. Harry opened his mouth to say something when he felt a sudden pressure on his lips. Fleur had slipped behind him, her slender fingers covering his mouth as she whispered, "For now, they can't see or hear us. But if you make too much noise, you might break my spell." Her warm breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine.
Harry watched in horror as Cedric moved closer to Hermione, pulling her body against his. He wanted to scream, to tear Cedric away from her, but Fleur held him firmly.
"Isn't it hot?" she murmured, tracing a finger along his jaw. "The way he touches her? And you can't do anything about it!"
His heart pounded, a disgusting mix of pain and arousal twisting his insides. He tried to tell himself this was just a nightmare and that he would wake up any moment in his bed, drenched in sweat but safe from this torment. But Fleur's cruel laughter told him otherwise.
"Such a pity," she continued, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "You'll never know the pleasure of having her, and you know it."
As Cedric's lips met Hermione's, Harry couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to taste her, to feel her soft curves pressed against him. His body ached with desire, even as his mind screamed in protest.
Harry Potter managed to choke out a single word, "Stop," barely able to form the plea. "Please."
"Oh, Harry," Fleur sighed, her breath hot against his ear. "You still don't understand. Deep down, this is what you want. That burning need. Just let yourself go. It will be so much better if you just... let... go."
Cedric's hands roamed over Hermione's body, then hooked the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For the first time in his life, Harry saw Hermione's breasts, held up by a lacy red bra.
"Do you think she wore that bra for you, Harry?" Fleur giggled in his ear. "I don't think so." Harry tried to push against her, but Fleur held him effortlessly, rubbing her hand over his crotch. To his immense shame, his cock was hard and throbbing in his pants.
"What a little pervert you are, Harry!" Fleur laughed, freeing his cock from his trousers. "You really like watching the love of your life with a real man, don't you?"
Harry groaned as Fleur's hot fingers wrapped around his cock. Any resistance Hermione had to the way Harry was being treated vanished now as Cedric pulled her heavy breasts out of her bra and assaulted her hard, pink nipples with his mouth. Tears filled Harry's eyes as Hermione's head fell back, her hands clutching Cedric's hair, pulling him tighter against her chest.
How could Hermione do this, knowing how Cedric and Draco had treated Harry? How could she let this bastard manipulate her body this way?
"Because she needs that hot, young cock," Fleur laughed, as if reading his thoughts. "Look how much she needs it!"
"Face it, Harry," she whispered, her lewd words wrapping around his brain like a snake. "Hermione doesn't care about you. You're not man enough to satisfy her."
