Showman(18+)

Hogsmeade, early December

"That last fight was amazing," Nandini said happily, "Astoria, you shouldn't be so down on yourself."

Ginny nodded. "Yep," she said, "You gave it all you had. We all saw that. Your opponent saw that."

Astoria blushed. "Yeah," she said, "He did."

Demelza grinned. "Oh sure he did," she said, "The rose and everything."

"I don't get it," Gabrielle said, "I mean, I get that Artois is good. But he isn't the best dueler around. Surely not."

Harry sighed. It was Hogsmeade weekend and his group of friends had taken over an entire table at The Three Broomsticks. The Round of Sixteen had just finished last Friday – the last duel had been between Astoria and a very handsome dueler from Beauxbatons who, for some reason, loved conjuring up a single red rose after every win and gifting it to a lady he deemed "the fairest maiden of the crowd." La plus belle femme du foule.

"Oh, we all realize who the best dueler around is," Natalie said in a flat voice, looking right at Harry.

He had beaten his Durmstrang opponent with less than three spells. Then she grinned and continued, "But finishing in under a minute is so boring. Sure, he finished, but where's the fun in that?"

Gabrielle smiled.

"I'm sure Harry can go for hours when it counts," she said airily.

The girls looked around at Ginny, expecting her to huff as usual when Gabrielle said something risqué about Harry, but Ginny just smirked and looked at Gabrielle.

"Indeed," the redhead said, just as airily, "I would know."

"I wouldn't mind being Artois' belle femme though," Natalie said with a smile.

Then she looked at Astoria, "So where's the rose he gave you?"

Astoria just shook her head.

"I'm not going to keep it," Astoria said hotly, "He gave it to me after he beat me."

"Very charming though," Ginny supplied.

"And humiliating," Gabrielle said, "It was almost condescending."

Astoria nodded. Natalie just stared between Gabrielle and Astoria.

"Well," Natalie said firmly, "I happen to think it's very charming and chivalrous."

"And sexist," Gabrielle insisted.

Harry sighed again. Recently, he had begun to feel very restless - it was an unnatural, unpleasant feeling. Almost like it was coming from outside his own mind. He felt frustrated and alternated moods very rapidly – his mind was in turmoil. Although, Harry knew why – the Elder Wand was not pleased with the action it was getting.

And it was starting again – the ache, the bloodlust, the pounding in his ears before he had taken on the giants in France. And being surrounded by good-looking women did not help – it only seemed to make his lust stronger. He looked around at the bar, hoping for something to distract him, only to spot Hagrid talking to Madam Rosmerta.

"Hagrid's here," he said happily, "He's recovered."

Ginny looked around.

"That's great," the redhead said, "He seems to be in good shape."

"Yeah," Harry said, and then looked around at the girls.

"Sorry, ladies, you'll have to excuse me. I'm going to go over and say hi to my oldest friend in the Wizarding World."

The girls nodded. Ginny kissed him goodbye; Gabrielle and Demelza winked at him and Astoria slapped his arse as he got up only to be met with a thunderous scowl from Ginny.

Harry grit his teeth as he felt Astoria smack his ass. Not helping, he thought as all the voices in his head screamed at him to turn around and take Astoria like the whore that she was. She's not a whore, Harry thought hotly.

Harry moved away from the table as quickly as he could and made his way over to Hagrid through the bustling crowd. He glanced back at the table and saw that his space had been taken over by Hermione.

Despite himself, he smiled – Hermione had been making a conscientious effort to join his group of friends and he approved. She seemed to get along very well with Nandini and Astoria. Ginny and Gabrielle were a bit guarded around her though – and Harry was pretty sure he knew why.

He turned around and saw that he had reached the bar. He slapped a hand loudly on Hagrid's back and roared, "Hagrid! Y'alright?"

Hagrid turned in his seat – towering over Harry even when seated. A grin broke out across his face and he smiled. "Harry! Yeh're all grown up. Got some meat in yer body now, eh?"

Harry squeezed into the stool right next to Hagrid and gestured to Rosmerta for a glass of butterbeer, dropping knuts onto the table.

"I guess I have," he said nonchalantly, "How are things going?"

"'M fine," Hagrid said, "Been spendin' the last year travelling 'round Eastern Europe."

"Looking for magical creatures?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah," Hagrid said, "Been meetin' with giants too. A lot keener to negotiate now that… Tom… is gone."

He shuddered, shaking his stool in the process.

"I'm sorry," Harry said.

"Yeh saved me," Hagrid said somberly as he waved him off, "Yeh saved all of us. Harry, I'm proud of yeh – nothin' to be sorry about."

"No," Harry murmured, "It wasn't just me. It was everyone. Neville, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Snape, you – it was all of us that saved ourselves."

Hagrid smiled faintly.

Harry nudged him and asked, "So, you're liaising with the giants for… someone?"

"Yeah," Hagrid said, his voice rising again as they moved on to more comfortable topics, "For the ICW. They've seen what the giants can do when they're not cared for. The ICW wants to work toward a future where all beings are considered equal an' all that."

"I see," Harry said, "They want to avoid the rise of another Voldemort. He succeeded in wooing all of these creatures to their side because of a perceived disparity between how humans treated themselves and how humans treated them. Understandable."

Hagrid looked at him curiously.

After a pause, he said, "Yeh've changed Harry. Yeh sounds like Dumbledore."

"I…" Harry started and then murmured, "Thank you."

***

Harry saw the girls get up and leave after an hour. Ginny looked at him questioningly and Harry shook his head, indicating that they could go on without him. She nodded and left with the rest of the gang.

Harry turned back to his conversation with Hagrid. They had talked about giant customs, about how Grawp was doing and about Norbert in Romania.

Harry felt really happy for Hagrid - the half-giant seemed to be doing very well for himself. But now, as the conversation proceeded, Harry had a sudden epiphany. Hagrid was one of the few people that could really tell him about Dumbledore without getting too suspicious when Harry asked some strange questions. Harry didn't quite like using his friend in this manner, but he needed that information.

There was a brief pause in the conversation and Harry pushed forth, "Hagrid," Harry said, "I… uh… sort of had a request to ask of you."

Hagrid's bushy eyebrows rose up.

"Sure, Harry," he said.

"During the… war, there were a lot of things I had to do. With you know, Ron and Hermione. Many of the things I did, though, were… beyond my comprehension."

Hagrid stared at him, beetle-black eyes looking at him in concern.

"Basically, I did stuff Dumbledore had asked of me. I didn't quite understand what I was doing though – it's sort of a very intricate puzzle and like I was just a chess piece Dumbledore was moving around after his… passing."

Hagrid's eyes radiated warmth. "I'm sorry, Harry," he said, "But Dumbledore – a great man – thought the world of yeh."

"I know," Harry said, "but there were certain things he left unsaid that I don't truly understand. And I'm trying to put the pieces together now. For that though, I need your help."

Hagrid frowned, though the warmth in his eyes did not lessen. "I trust yeh, Harry," the half-giant said, "What do yeh need from me?"

"Memories," Harry said, "I need memories – not all of them. Just a few memories of Dumbledore from the time you knew him. One memory – for every five years since you landed at Hogwarts."

Hagrid looked confused.

"I don't mind doing tha', Harry," he said, "But… why do yeh want that? Do yeh want specific memories?"

Harry shook his head.

"I… don't know why Dumbledore never told you about this whole thing, Hagrid," Harry said, "But if you do want to know exactly what Dumbledore told me, I will tell you."

Hagrid shook his head.

"If Dumbledore swore yeh to secrecy, I don't want to know. I trust both of yeh."

"Thank you, Hagrid," Harry said with a smile – and his smile was genuine.

"I'm honoured that you place so much trust in me. I assure you – I don't really want any personal memories. Just memories of Dumbledore at the Opening Feast, or doing some magic, or some such. And one memory for every five years from the time you knew him. That's it."

Hagrid nodded.

"Sounds good to me, Harry," he said.

Then he asked, "When do yeh want to do this?"

"How does tomorrow evening sound?" Harry asked.

"I'll be in my cabin," Hagrid said, "'Bout time yeh lot came around for tea."

Harry grinned.

"I'm so glad you came out alright Hagrid," he said, "I'll be there. And not just for the memories. But for the pleasure of keeping a very old friend company."

Hagrid nodded and patted him on the back, sending Harry flying into his glass of butterbeer.

***

Harry walked out of The Three Broomsticks whistling a jaunty tune. He made his way through the town, occasionally greeting other students and frowning at posters of Artois all over the place – the French student had practically become the face of the tournament with his grandiose flourishes, intricate spell-casting and red rose conjurations.

And that was when a voice interrupted his reverie.

"Not happy about the posters, are we?" a husky female voice said, as Harry saw yet another poster of Artois with a red rose superimposed on it, "I know the feeling. I hate it when other models take up shelf space that belonged to me before."

Harry turned around and looked straight into the blue eyes of Audrey Dittmar, soon to be Audrey Weasley. He cocked his head to the side as he admired the woman standing in front of him. She had a tall, statuesque figure with breasts that were more than a handful and legs that seemed to go on forever.

Her lush blonde hair hung in ringlets over her back. High cheekbones, a sharp chin and a cute, perky nose only added to her beauty. She was quite a bit taller than Harry and was dressed in a black three-quarter sleeve jacket over a satin sheath that was apparently an off-shoulder stretch – Harry could see that her neck was bare. She looked almost… muggle.

Yet, despite her incredible attractiveness, she had this air around her – the slight frown at the edges of her lips, or the upturned. But unlike, say, Narcissa Malfoy – who wore a similar expression – it was clear that Audrey wasn't really being condescending.

She didn't actually think others were beneath her – it just seemed as if she was just incredibly uncomfortable around large crowds. And even at Easter, while she had been very gracious when talking one-on-one with Harry, she had been a bit short with the rest of the Weasley males when they crowded her. Harry surmised that she had led a slightly sheltered life and was just a bit shy with large crowds.

And here she was, talking to him again.

"Miss Dittmar," Harry greeted.

Audrey raised a dainty hand in the air and waved at him, "Please, call me Audrey."

"Harry," he said and held out a hand.

She placed her own hand in his, instead of shaking it, so Harry had no choice but to kiss her hand. He felt a bit… medieval.

Audrey giggled.

"What are you doing in this part of Hogsmeade, Harry?" she asked curiously.

Harry looked around – they were standing in the alley behind the Hog's Head.

"I was actually hoping to speak to the bartender here," he said mildly, "But he's apparently closed up shop."

Audrey was still peering at him inquisitively.

"Abe?" she asked.

"Oh, old Abe said he'd be taking a vacation for a year. He'll be back sometime in March, I think."

"You know the… er… bartender?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Audrey replied, "He's my landlord."

"Right," Harry said, completely taken aback by the notion of Aberforth Dumbledore owning property. Then again, he did own a bar.

"Care to walk me home, Harry?" she asked.

Harry looked around, puzzled.

"You live here?" he asked.

Audrey nodded.

She clutched her jacket tighter around herself and said, "Just beyond the new WWW branch."

"Of course," Harry said. He walked alongside her as they made their way to her home.

"So," she said conversationally as they walked past the milling crowd of Hogwarts students.

Harry saw quite a few boys staring at Audrey as she walked past, but never quite whistling or making weird comments at her. Harry supposed she gave off this sense of forbidden beauty – like she was a fruit no one could dare touch. Not unlike Fleur when Harry had first met her.

"So," he replied.

Audrey giggled again. It was very incongruous with her normal haughty personality and Harry was a bit taken aback.

"Dueling isn't really my thing," she said, "But I've been watching the Hogwarts matches. They've been… interesting. Congratulations for making it through the Round of Sixteen."

Harry shrugged.

Audrey continued, "It was very impressive – you putting down that Durmstrang girl in fifteen seconds. But so… anti-climactic."

"So I've heard," Harry muttered.

Audrey turned to look at him and Harry noticed how her skin seemed to gleam in the sunlight. Blood pounded in his ears with renewed will. Take her. Use her. Satisfy us.

Dammit, Harry thought, here we go again.

"When I do shoots… you know… modelling," she said, "They usually tell me to model an outfit or this dress or that suit. Or this skirt. And I've often been told by my photographer that I'm the best model he's shot with. Do you know why?"

Through the haze of lust that was taking him, Harry looked at her, intrigued. He hadn't quite expected the conversation to go in this direction.

"Because where other models pose functionally, I pose for me."

Despite himself, Harry was puzzled.

"I'm not sure I understand," he said.

"If asked to model an outfit, what would you do?" she asked rhetorically and then continued, "I think you'd wear it and then pose before the camera. The photographer will tell you to turn this way, and then that way, so that the light frames the clothes at just the right angle. But it's fake – there's no art to it. You might as well throw the clothes onto a dummy and photograph the dummy."

"The reason I'm considered the go-to supermodel in the Wizarding World is that I don't just wear the clothes and pose. I flaunt them. I turn, I dance, I flirt with the camera. And that is what makes me so effective."

Harry had to admire her pride in her work – she was almost arrogant. There was nary a doubt in her voice as she told him about herself. At the same time, he could see that she had a point.

"So," he said, "You think I should let the duel drag for a bit, just to show off?"

Audrey looked askance at him. "Don't think of it as showing off, Harry. Think of it as performance art. For the crowd."

Harry grinned. "I guess that's what Artois does, eh?" he asked.

"Indeed," Audrey said, "The Frenchman isn't anywhere near as good as you are – that's obvious to any discerning witch or wizard - but he makes up for it with showmanship and the ladies swoon over him. If you're in this duel for the experience, sure, go ahead with your current thing. But if you're in this duel for a bit more – the applause, the blood rushing through your ears as the crowd roars in tune with your every move – you have to weave a story with your wand. There has to be a start, a middle and a climactic finish. Not just one wave of the wand and an anti-climactic end where you disarm your opponent in a single move."

Harry was surprised – the woman was astute. Of course, there was the blood rushing through his ears now, screaming at him to pound her into dust.

"Oh," Audrey said suddenly, "We're here." She looked at Harry, her eyes warm. "Care to come in?"

Great, Harry thought. "Of course," Harry said, and his smile turned predatory.

***

Harry and Audrey were sitting at the dining table in Audrey's flat and were sipping tea that Harry had helpfully prepared for both of them using the ingredients in her kitchen – of course, Harry was hoping to distract himself from his close proximate to a gorgeous supermodel, but the tea turned out decent enough.

Audrey sipped at her tea and then sighed approval. "Your tea is heavenly, Harry," she said.

"Thank you," Harry replied, though he would rather not get complimented on talents the Dursleys had taught him. He switched topics. "So, how're Percy these days? I hear he's Junior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic now."

Audrey's expression turned blank. "Yes," she said, "He's quite happy these days."

Then she bit her lip and looked right at Harry, her expression troubled.

"Something on your mind, Audrey?" Harry asked, "There's a reason you asked me to step in, isn't there?"

"I…" she said and trailed off. She took a deep breath and said, "Wearehavingproblemsinbed."

Harry blinked. "I… I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that, Audrey."

She sighed. "Percy and I," she said as she bent her head down to look at her lap, her face flushed red, "We're… having problems. In bed."

Harry suddenly felt his blood rush to his groin. His head swam and his vision turned red and then back again. Feral instincts surged through his veins, and his persona – so intricately held together – crashed into pieces, forging anew with bestial links urging him to move the conversation forward.

Harry kept his face utterly blank through it all. Blood and lust, the Elder Wand whispered, that is all.

"I see," he said, and Audrey shivered as his voice changed its timbre.

The temperature in the room rose and the very air seemed to be tingling with magic.

"So," Harry persisted, "Why are you telling me this, Audrey?"

Audrey stuttered, "Percy… h-he was intrigued by what… F-F-Fleur said at the Easter P-p-party."

"Fleur told you," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper, "About me?"

Audrey nodded shakily – she was unnerved at how fast the mood was changing and her emotions were heaving back and forth.

"So… h-he wanted me to c-c-c-come to you," she finished.

"To learn?" Harry asked.

Audrey nodded quickly, still staring down at her lap.

"But what do you want?" Harry queried.

She peered up at him, her blonde hair falling over her face. "At first… I was taken aback," she told him, her voice still shaking, "But… but… now…"

She took another deep breath, brushed her hair back and said, in a very formal voice. "I just wanted you to show me, at your convenience…"

"Wait," Harry interrupted, "This is a bit unreal. There are self-help books on how to deal with this sort of thing. Why come to me? A complete stranger?"

"Because, in Percy's words… you seem to be in the loop. He knows about… Molly. And Fleur. And Angelina called me a few weeks ago…"

"So Percy knows about Angelina too?"

"No," Audrey said, "But I do."

"So," Harry asked, "Exactly what have you been having problems with?"

��I… I…" Audrey stammered.

"Ha," Harry said, "I knew it. Your husband just wants to see you fuck another man."

Audrey gulped.

"It's okay, Audrey," Harry said in a conciliatory fashion, "I'm not going to judge Percy for his… fetish."

Of course, Harry thought, Percy, 's still a moron.

"So…" Audrey asked, "You accept?"

Harry just grinned at her, leaning back in his chair.

Audrey blushed. "So… I just need to… we need to decide on a place and time, and Percy and I…"

Harry interrupted. "How about here," he asked, "And now?"

Audrey stared at him. "I… this… Percy," she stuttered.

"Forget about Percy," Harry said nonchalantly, "Let's get started now. We can always do this in front of your husband later."

And then he leapt from his chair and crossed over to Audrey. She stood up with a start and tried to back away, keeping her chair between her and Harry, but he just pushed it aside. The chair smashed to the ground and Harry was suddenly pressing up against Audrey – she was at least a head taller than him, but his movement had caused her to back into the table; her back was arched and they were now eye to eye.

"Harry," she breathed, her eyes never leaving his own, "I… I'm not sure this… is okay…"

Harry just grinned at her and whispered, "Just let go, Audrey."

***

Audrey shrieked as Harry grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. He pushed at her back, bending her right over the table, with her rear right against his abdomen. Audrey half-heartedly tried to push him off, but Harry pinned both her arms to the table, with his upper torso bent over her own back. He pushed back and forth slowly, and Audrey felt something enormous rub against her arse.

"No," she gasped, even as she felt herself grown very wet.

She was mortified. He had caught her bluff – Percy did want to see her with Harry, but she did not want to just come out and say it to the most famous wizard of her generation. And she had been taken aback at first – she did not even think Harry would accept it – but then, as the weeks went by, she had been more and more turned on by the fact that she would be sleeping with the Savior of the Wizarding World himself.

Harry slowly slid down her body and his hands came off her own. Audrey tried to lift them off the table, but they had apparently been spelt – they were glued to the table. Audrey rose off the table nonetheless and looked over her shoulder at Harry.

He was now on his knees and he'd taken his shirt off. His muscled body gleamed in the light of the room and Audrey felt her mouth go dry at the sight.

His hands were now slowly feeling up her legs. They slid up her bare calves, to the back of her knees. Harry kissed the crook behind her left knee and Audrey felt something warm and tingly spread across her skin. A moan escaped her mouth. Harry grinned up at her and Audrey blushed.

"Enjoying this, are we?" he asked.

"I… no… I…" Audrey stammered.

His hands kneaded up her thighs, squeezing and massaging the flesh. "You have gorgeous legs," Harry said.

And then Audrey let out an "eep" as she felt Harry's hands on her ass, feeling all over it. His fingers pressed right into the soft flesh of her cheeks and he squeezed them firmly.

"Harry, no… please…" Audrey whispered.

Harry just looked up and grinned at her as he lifted her dress right over her arse. He pulled her panties down and Audrey squealed as she felt cool air rush across her now naked genitals. She felt goosebumps traverse her arse.

Harry slapped both hands on her asscheeks and shook them, squeezing into them again. She shrieked.

"Ye gods!" he said happily, palpitating her ass with his hands, "Your ass is deceptively big! You look thin and slender, but pull your dress up and these magical jiggling cheeks pop out. They're wonderful."

Audrey felt her arousal grow as she felt her ass cheeks slap against each other – she was being mauled by Harry's strong hands.

And then he dove in. He buried his face right in between her ass cheeks and started shaking his head rapidly, wobbling her asscheeks back and forth as he licked all over the place.

"Harry!" Audrey half-squealed half-moaned and her eyes closed in pleasure.

She gasped and leaned on the table for support, her face now looking straight ahead.

Harry was still kneading and pulling her ass as he licked all around her crack.

And Audrey moaned, "Harry! It's dirty!"

Harry slurped and rose off. "Not quite," he said, "I scourgified it."

When? Audrey thought helplessly.

And she felt Harry's fat tongue licking down her ass. She felt his tongue go rigid as it poked into her starfish.

"Harry…" Audrey gasped, "No one's ever…"

"Done this to you before?" Harry completed, raising his head away from her ass. Then he dove back in again.

Her hole started opening up and relaxing as Harry's tongue repeatedly dove in and out. He licked and lapped at it like it was made of honey. Gasps and moans tumbled out of Audrey as she lay right on the table, helpless and pinned down.

Then, his tongue trailed down again. Down the curve of her ass, lapping at her cheeks hungrily as he slid down across her…

"MERLIN," Audrey squealed as she felt him licking around her pussy lips. She was very wet.

"Merlin, indeed," Harry said, and she moaned as Harry's tongue drew away from her lips, "You're soaking wet. You sure you're not into this?"

"I… I'm not… I don't…" but Audrey was unable to complete her sentence as she felt Harry's face between her thighs again as he traced her lower lips with his tongue.

And then he was not licking around her slit, but along the opening – long languid licks that traced down and then slid up, pushing up her clitoral hood as he lapped right at her nub with his nose in her ass.

Audrey tried really hard not to compare him with Percy, but a small, nasty voice at the back of her head told her that her fiancé did not even come close to this. Harry's tongue actually vibrated as he licked along her clitoris, drawing out loud moans from her mouth as her clit quivered over Harry's thirsty tongue.

Then Harry was in. Her lips parted to give way to his tongue as it delved deep into her, circling and twisting like a hungry snake, licking and touching places his tongue shouldn't have been able to reach. And even as his tongue twisted inside her, making her pussy gush, his lips encircled her vaginal opening, mashing against them skillfully. His hands were still playing with her ass, mauling them for all he was worth, leaving her cheeks red with the force of his kneading. Audrey's legs trembled.

And that was when his tongue started vibrating.

Audrey shrieked.

"NNNNOOOOOOOO!" she screamed shrilly as her pussy fluttered around his tongue, trying to milk it and her body seized up and shuddered as she came violently.

Juices gushed down his tongue and into his mouth as she seized up in the throes of pleasure.

Harry drew off her cunt and stood up as Audrey thrashed on the table and her legs trembled as they struggled to hold her up. She shuddered and twisted for nearly a minute before her spasms began to die down.

"H-how did… what…" she said confusedly, as she lay with her upper torso entirely on the table.

She felt something hard poking into her asshole. She rose up shakily and moaned as she looked around to see Harry extending his forefinger right into her ass.

But that was not what caught her attention. What really alarmed her was the enormous dome that was currently spooning her cunt lips. Harry was naked from the waist down and she could see his… thing now. It was monstrous. She could see an enormous cylindrical thing extending out from Harry's midriff, veined and bestial, with the barest bristles of hair around its base.

It was enormous. And it seemed to extend out from his body forever, and vanished between her thighs, pushing under her ass.

Her soaked pussy lips parted as Harry pushed in, his crown popping past her lips into her tight canal.

"Harry!" she shrieked, "SO NNNGGGGGGHHH… BIG!"

With dazed eyes, Audrey saw Harry's shaft sink in, inch by inch, pushing her apart ever so pleasantly as his monstrous penis crawled and stuffed its way into her vagina. Audrey gasped and moaned as her pussy stretched around his cock – she hadn't felt anything like this before.

And Audrey squealed again as she felt her cervix being pushed by Harry's cock. She just stared at Harry, wide-eyed as her cervix bumped up and just continued to be hemmed in his enormous cockhead. He was practically in her womb now.

After several seconds filled with pleasure, she dimly realized that Harry's midriff was now right on her ass, her asscheeks yielding against his muscled abs.

Her insides were stretched.

"Your cunt feels so… hot… on my cock," Harry said happily.

Audrey just stared at him, wide-eyed. Harry was grinning and his face was soaked – Audrey realized she had gushed all over his face and blushed. With a start, she realized that her jacket was off and that her hands were no longer glued to the table – all she was wearing now was her sheath that was bunched up around her ass. How does he do that? She thought. But she wasn't even thinking of protesting now.

"Please," she moaned.

"Please… what?" Harry asked, "Please go away and come back when Percy's around?"

Audrey's blush turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Please… fuck… me," she said bravely.

And Harry pulled. Audrey moaned as her cervix snapped back in and her vagina seemed to tighten back up as Harry's immense girth withdrew, leaving her feeling empty. And then, just as his cockhead ground against her G-spot, he slammed back in.

Audrey shrieked as Harry's speared his length right back into her pussy smoothly – she was gushing at this point – and bashed into her cervix. And then Harry repeated the motion. He pulled and slammed again, drawing out another shriek.

And then he built up a rhythm. Audrey's shrieks turned into one continuous scream as Harry bashed at her insides repeatedly, spearing her at will, and grinding her pussy into mush.

Percy was never like this, the same nasty voice whispered in her head as Audrey screamed out her pleasure to the high heavens, holding onto her dining table for dear life as Harry pounded back and forth.

And then something else burst. Dimly, Audrey realized that Harry was now fingering her ass with his forefinger while fucking her cunt silly.

"You like that, Audrey?" Harry asked, "You like my finger in your ass and my cock in your juicy cunt?"

Audrey tried to protest, tried to say that she hadn't had anything shoved up there before… but all she could do was scream the first letter of her refusal, "NNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

Her cunt started fluttering all over again and Audrey shouted, "CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGG!"

Harry was relentless though – he kept spearing back and forth even as her pussy fluttered around his marauding cock and her juices sprayed all over the place. She was screaming on the table now, her fingernails scratching away at the lacquered wood as her body shuddered violently.

"You're soaking my cock," Harry gloated.

And then he withdrew completely, popping out of her cunt – his fingers were out of her arse too - and Audrey's scream petered out into a confused moan. Mercilessly, Harry manhandled her as he turned her over onto her back. Audrey spasmed and twitched as she looked confusedly into Harry's eyes.

And then she felt his massive cockhead push at her quivering vaginal lips again. "Pleassssse," Audrey hissed – she wanted him in her again. She wanted to feel that massive thing inside of her, using her and making her scream.

Instead, Harry curled a fist around his cock and started shaking it, pushing her lips this way and that, as his head smashed into her clitoris.

"NO!" Audrey shrieked as her orgasm just seemed to go on and on. "SENSITIVE!"

And then, Harry withdrew and slapped his hand down on her cunt and Audrey squealed. He pushed two fingers inside, curled them up and started pushing back and forth, right against her…

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Audrey screamed, as her orgasm picked up its second wind and struck with renewed vigour, "BASTARD!"

Her pussy sloshed as her pushed and scraped against her g-spot with powerful fingers, fucking her up and down with his hand.

It's a good thing I'm lying on the table now, Audrey thought as her body flailed around helplessly with the force of her orgasm. Her legs felt useless as they thrashed around Harry's hips.

His fingers withdrew, soaked with her juices, and then pushed into her rectum – her asshole, which had been slightly loosened up from his probing earlier, now snuggled around his forefinger and middle finger as he slammed them back and forth, pushing her legs up around his shoulders. Audrey's spasms were dying down and her body was slowly returning back to her control.

But Harry was apparently having none of that. He pulled back, still fingering her ass from below as he pushed his cock right back into her tunnel.

Audrey moaned. "You utter bastard," she panted as her orgasm threatened to build up again.

And Harry thrust forward again, spearing her insides as he built up another rhythm, hammering her vagina with rapid, short thrusts.

Audrey just had time for a sarcastic, Great. And then her mind went blank again as her vision blurred and yet another orgasm – or perhaps the same orgasm, going on forever – rocked her body. Again.

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUUUUCCCCKKK MEEEEEE!" she screamed stupidly as Harry pulverized her twat with his meat.

Her toes were curling now, and she felt spasms rock her entire body – up her scalp as the world burst into myriad colours, searing across her eyes.

After what felt like hours of thrusting to Audrey (but was probably only minutes), Harry withdrew again.

Audrey felt like she was on a muggle roller coaster – crescendo upon crescendo of intense emotion, followed by short, deceptively quiet moments of pleasure. She was panting on the table now with her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

Dimly, she realized that his fingers were still sawing between her asscheeks and she moaned. It was like he was using her body as a sex puppet, pushing her around as if she was dangling by strings.

Before she even realized it, he had pushed her across the table. Her face was now right near the edge of the table. She felt rather than saw Harry make his way around the table so that he was right in her field of vision.

And Harry's massive cock slapped onto her left cheek – her head was turned sideways so that her right cheek was on the table. His slimy cock rolled all over her face, slathering her with her own pussy juices. Audrey moaned and breathed in deeply – it smelt amazing to her.

But then, his cockhead pushed insistently at her lips and Audrey realized what he wanted. Her eyes – closed up to this point – opened with a start and her vision was practically filled with Harry's enormous shaft. Her eyes crossed and she whimpered as she saw Harry's massive crown push at her lips.

"Suck it," he ordered.

Audrey turned her face away reflexively, away from Harry's cock. She had never done this before. She had only been with three men so far, excluding Harry – and she had never done this for them. She had never been inclined to.

No, Audrey thought, I'm not going to do stuff with Harry that I've not even done for my fiancé.

Ah, another voice whispered at the back of her mind, But it smells so nice.

And Harry chose that moment to slap his cock onto her right cheek and just let it lay there.

"C'mon, Audrey," Harry said, "Where's your sense of adventure?"

No, Audrey thought, trying not to turn around and give his juicy-looking man-meat a short lick, It does smell nice… but no.

Why not, the other voice asked.

Because it's not my… thing.

Why not?

Harry was now slapping his cock back and forth onto her right cheek.

"Fine," Audrey gasped suddenly, "I… uh… I'll kiss it."

"Kiss?" Harry asked, but his voice was amused.

"One… short… kiss," Audrey said.

There was a pause. Then, Harry said, "Agreed. Unless you want it to go further."

Audrey tentatively turned her face around and her vision was filled with his massive cockhead again. It was soaked with her own juices, mixed with his pre-cum and it glistened juicily before her.

She puckered her lips into a kiss and Harry pushed his dome up at her lips. She breathed in the pleasant scent, and her tongue flickered out, licking briefly at his cock.

"Looks like you want more," Harry said casually and pushed.

"NNNNFFFFFF!" Audrey tried to protest, but her mouth opened despite herself and stretched around Harry's marauding crown.

She glared up at him as his cockhead burst into her mouth, even as her tongue frantically tried to lick desperate circles around his dome, and Harry had the nerve to grin back at her.

Bastard, she thought, as she slurped noisily at his shaft.

"So… your juices taste good Audrey?"

"NNNFFF… BNFFFF BNNFFFF!" Audrey screamed as she kept licking around his penis. Bastard, she thought again, a stupid bastard with his big fat tasty cock.

And then Harry let go and drew all the way out of her mouth. Startled, she grabbed hold of his cock before he could pull out of reach.

"I thought you didn't like my cock in your mouth?" Harry asked.

"Fuck you," Audrey snarled, tugging at his penis.

"You want it back in?" Harry asked. Audrey kept tugging, trying to pull his cockhead closer to her lips.

"YES!" she screamed. She didn't know if she was angry at herself or aroused, but she wanted more of that taste.

Then she opened her mouth as wide as it would go and gave another mighty tug on his cock. Harry obliged and shoved right back in. Only, he didn't stop once his head was in; he pushed so that his crown burst into her throat and she gagged.

She choked and munched and slobbered all over his cock to the best of her ability as he hammered back and forth into her mouth like it was her pussy. And she couldn't stop trying to taste every inch she could reach – she needed this. She wanted this. She wanted to lick at his fat cock like it was a lollipop forever and ever. She wanted to choke on his cock for the cover of Playwizard.

And then, after several minutes of working her mouth, until her throat felt like it was on fire, Harry withdrew, leaving Audrey panting numbly on the table.

Suddenly, his hands were all over her body, turning her over and pulling her towards the edge of the table again. Her legs dangled over and touched the floor – she was in the same position she had been when he had pinned her palms to the table at the beginning of this terrific encounter.

"You think you can just push around the Witch of the Year, Harry?" she panted.

"Oh, I'm going to do a lot more than push you around," Harry said mildly.

And then she something far more enormous than fingers poke at her puckered rosebud.

She tensed and then relaxed. She was beyond protest now – she wanted him in there now. He had pushed her around like a common street whore and been the first man to ever enter her mouth. The first to make her feel like this, the first to make her have orgasm after orgasm… she needed him to take everything now.

She wriggled her ass as Harry squeezed her cheeks and pulled them apart – she felt a cool breeze hit her asshole, which had loosened up due to Harry's fingering earlier.

"God, this ass is gorgeous," Harry said harshly as he pushed. His dome pressed against her snug bumhole, prising apart her rectal walls as he slowly stuffed into her.

"Fuck," she moaned.

Then he stopped.

***

Harry watched his cock stretch Audrey's ass apart with its girth – his cock was well-lubricated with Audrey's juices and spit, not to mention his own pre-cum – and her walls hugged his crown as nothing had before. The blood rushed through his ears and he wanted to conquer this. He wanted to let go.

But he couldn't. He had never had anal sex before – and…

Look at that amazing arse, just fuck it. Fuck it. Use her dumper. Just take her where she's never been taken before.

But there was another voice at the back of his head – a voice that told him this was not how he wanted this to go. Only, he did not quite hear words so much as a loud, blaring noise. A rush of wind, a powerful quiver of his very soul.

No.

NO.

Harry withdrew and slammed his cock into Audrey's twat again.

���NO!" she roared. Not like this.

His thrusts were now savage, feral, bestial – no longer a systematic rhythm so much as a rough, pounding motion that was irregular, slowing down, speeding up, fucking and fucking and fucking.

And Audrey's walls were spasming around his shaft again, her quim gushed around his cock and Audrey screamed as she clawed at the table in pleasure. And the pain. And then pleasure. Over and over, pushing her beyond ecstasy, beyond relief, beyond tolerance.

Harry knew, at the back of his mind, that he had just disobeyed an urge from the Elder Wand. And it had struck back with vengeance. He was roaring to the room now, hammering savagely at Audrey's tight quim and the Elder Wand wanted its pound of flesh.

Magic swirled around him, pulsing angrily and Harry just slammed away, lost to the world, his mind a vision of red.

He slammed and thrust and destroyed. Her walls fluttered at an incredible frequency, spasmodically clenching at his fat cock, surrendering meekly to his length and girth.

"PLEASE!" Audrey screamed, "CANNOT! TAKE! MORE!"

He didn't care. He did not want to care. He did not think he was capable of care, or love, or any human emotion. He was a beast, taking for himself. Rutting. Fucking. Copulating.

***

Audrey had no idea how much time had passed since Harry had started slamming away brutally into her vagina. His roar filled her ears even as his enormous penis filled her cunt, and slammed into her womb. There was no rhythm here, no measured thrusts… just ridiculously rapid movements that reduced her to jelly.

She was beyond orgasm now – or perhaps her orgasm had just gone on for so long that bliss became a state of mind. The world rushed around her, colours flashing across her field of vision – she was being melted, sculpted and re-forged by a demon, her vagina moulding itself to the shape of his cock. She had long since ceased to be – she had ascended a plane of existence where there was absolutely nothing apart from this… beyond pleasure, beyond pain.

Her world went black and then burst into colour again. Audrey drifted in and out of consciousness, waking up to balls slapping against her ass and a cock spearing into her cunt, and then falling into the bliss of oblivion again.

She screamed for help, for him to stop, for him to make her cum, for him to make her scream… but this demon did not have ears. It seemed to have no senses save for one – an urge to pulverize and conquer her insides ten times over.

And eventually, after an eternity of fucking, of savagery, of pleasure, of pain, Audrey dimly registered the fact that Harry had just bashed into her cervix and stayed there. Pulsing, recoiling, shooting. Hot semen filled her womb and splashed all over her inner walls, sloshing out of her pussy in streams along with her own rivers of cum.

And then Audrey fainted.

***

The blood pounding in his ears slowly receded, and Harry's vision cleared. The feelings of lust, of thirst, of retribution… had been quenched. And that was when the full force of what he had just done hit Harry. He just stood there, in utter bewilderment, looking at an absolutely drenched Audrey Weasley. Her body was covered in sweat and the table was absolutely covered in her fluids. She was entirely comatose and her gaping cunt was leaking his semen onto the floor.

Crap, Harry thought morosely, it happened again.

He had completely lost control of himself. The last time he had lost control of himself was when he had had sex with Fleur and Gabrielle – then, he had let the Elder Wand just take control and held on for the ride. This time, however, he had refused to listen to his wand, and had paid the price for his disobedience – he had lost all sense of decorum and humanity and had pounded Audrey into a simpering mess.

With a start, he realized that it was pitch black outside – he must have been at it for at least two hours.

Enough, Harry thought firmly, it's time I learned how to control this.

And then he remembered he had an appointment with Hagrid. He needed to get away from Audrey – he needed the comfort of Hagrid's company, despite the half-giant's obliviousness.

Harry floated Audrey over from the dining table to the bed, cleaned her with a spell, and covered her in her sheets. He prepared a bowl of water and orange juice for when she woke up and placed them on her bedside table. He brushed her hair out of her eyes, looking at her serene face for a minute before he turned to leave.

But a voice stopped him.

"Harry?" Audrey's voice wafted over.

He sighed and turned around.

"Hey Audrey," he said, looking at her again.

She looked bewildered for a moment, then seemed to realize what had happened. She blushed.

"I fainted, didn't I?" she asked.

"Audrey," Harry said, "I'm sorry. I should've been more… gentle. I just…"

Audrey interrupted. "Harry," she said fervently, "That. Was. Awesome. And you can always be gentle the next time around."

"Next time, eh?" Harry asked.

Her blush still strong on her face, Audrey whispered, "Yeah."

"I see," Harry said quietly.

Audrey put her head back onto the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, her face pink. "And next time," she said, her voice firm, "You're definitely taking my anal virginity."

Harry just grinned at her, said goodbye and left the flat. She mumbled goodbye sleepily and sank right back into her deep sleep again.

***

Midnight, Sunday, Hogwarts

Harry still felt a little guilty for fleeing like that from Audrey's place, but he had needed to getaway.

The talk with Hagrid the next day had done him good, in any case – they had perused memories of Dumbledore from Hagrid's school years right up to Harry's, all with the help of the Pensieve Hagrid had helpfully secured from McGonagall.

And it had been very enlightening. Hagrid had assembled several memories of magical feats performed by Dumbledore – much more than Harry had asked for, but he was thankful. He needed as wide a sample as possible to determine what he really wanted to know.

Why had Dumbledore not been affected by the Elder Wand's aura? Why had it not influenced Dumbledore like it had influenced Harry? Was he particularly susceptible? Or was Dumbledore so accomplished in the mental arts that he was not susceptible to the Elder Wand's suggestions at all?

And he had found something astonishing within the memories. In every single one of them, right up to his great duel with Voldemort at the Ministry, Dumbledore had always used his wand. The Elder Wand never seemed to be on hand.

Of course, Harry surmised Dumbledore could have just kept the Elder Wand hidden just as Harry did and alternated between his original wand and the Deathstick.

But something seemed… off. One thing was clear though – Harry needed to find out more about how Dumbledore had not succumbed to the Elder Wand's lure. And if he had succumbed, Harry needed to find out how he kept it hidden from the world.

However, this time around, he needed to speak to someone who really knew Dumbledore – who knew Dumbledore's flaws and would be able to point them out to Harry. Who could single out how Dumbledore had changed if he had changed.

He needed to bide his time and wait for Aberforth to return. Hopefully, Harry would be able to maintain some semblance of control in the meantime.

In any case, the quarterfinals for the Contest of Wands were coming up soon.