"Oooh, professor!" Ginny tittered playfully "Are you going to teach me how to hold a wand?"
"Among other things." Natasha purred "It's a very intense course, are you sure you're up for it?" Ginny nodded, her eyes trailing speculatively at Harry's crotch. "I see you're eager to get started." She said. Her tone was overly formal, almost jaunty. "Harry will, naturally, be my assistant for this class. If you would." Harry understood her meaning and slipped off his boxers.
Ginny stared, wide eyed. She'd seen him nude before, in another life and just a few days ago, but it didn't take anything away from the impact that seeing him now had on her. He really was gorgeous- lithe and muscular, and with that final scrap of fabric gone... His cock jutted out boldly from his body in a way that felt distinctly masculine, like it was projecting his masculinity to the world. Though she didn't have anything to compare it to, he looked big- big, and thick, and flushed with desire. She felt arrested by the sight, heart pounding in her ears, unable to do anything but stare.
"Go ahead." Natasha encouraged, eyes gleaming "Get a feel for him."
The words spurred her into motion, her hand jerking forward to almost grasp him. She hesitated for a moment, but Harry gave a nod of assent, and with a surge of conviction her fingers laced around his shaft. "Oh." Ginny breathed, her eyes darkening.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Natasha prodded, as Ginny explored the contours of his length with curious fingers. She'd heard guys described as being 'rock hard', which didn't do justice to how soft the skin felt. Beneath the silky skin was firmness that felt so enticing as her fingers flexed around it.
"Yeah." Ginny murmured in a low voice. "Does this feel good?" She asked Harry, acutely aware of her inexperience.
"It feels nice." Harry said sincerely, but Ginny was underwhelmed. She wanted it to be more than nice, she wanted him to beg and moan for more, to lose himself completely in her.
"Oh, you'll need more than a little stroking if you want to blow his mind." Natasha told her, seeming to read her mind "Now I'm sure that if you asked Harry, he'd say that he wants to flip you over and eat you out until you cum." Harry raised an eyebrow at her "But I'm calling the shots right now, and I bet that you want to prove yourself. So-" She lowered her voice "How would you like to learn how to give a blowjob?"
Ginny licked her lips and Harry's breath caught. She liked the sound of that. "What do I do?" She asked.
Natasha guided her on, instructing her to press teasing kisses up his length, and then to focus on his tip. It was addictive, feeling this intimate part of him tremble beneath her touch and the heat of his flesh against her lips. Harry let loose a moan as her lips wrapped around his cockhead. "Gin." He breathed.
Ginny felt Natasha's hand at the back of her head, gently pushing her down and up his length in a bobbing motion. "That's a good girl." She praised "Worship his cock. Show Harry just how much you want him." Ginny gave a muffled whine "How desperate you are for him. Channel all those nights lying awake in your bed, wanting him into this." It was true, of course. She couldn't count how many nights she'd imagined this, wanted this, dreamed of this.
With a renewed determination, Ginny began to bob her head more vigorously until she gagged audibly. Harry winced and pulled her up. "You don't need to do that." He said apologetically.
Ginny pouted, the only part of her hurting being her pride. Ignoring him, she turned to Nat and asked "How do I do that?"
"Lots of practice." Natasha said "For now, focus on the tip. That's the most sensitive region. Like so-" She dipped down and took him in her mouth. Where Ginny had been brash and enthusiastic, Natasha was skilled and precise, providing the perfect pressure and suction to draw a whine from him. Natasha's mouth released him, and Ginny's took its place as she did her best to replicate the motion.
"Fuck." Harry hissed as her tongue swept across his frenulum. Feeling validated by his response, Ginny repeated the motion, bobbing and sucking and swiping with a single-minded determination. Soon, Harry's hands were clenched in the bedsheets. "Gin. I'm close." He warned, his voice straining.
"Be a good girl and swallow." Natasha purred in Ginny's ear, and her voice sent a shiver down her spine. Moments later, Harry tipped over the edge. Ginny could feel it in how his cock throbbed and hear it in how his breath hitched before he let loose a deep moan. Ginny tried to follow Natasha's instructions but found herself utterly unprepared. His essence pooled on her tongue, and she barely had time to register the strong, male taste of him before another pulse was filling her mouth. She swallowed hurriedly, nearly choking on the unexpectedly thick consistency of him. More and more of his semen pulsed in, and she was quickly overwhelmed. Her next attempt to swallow ended with her coughing. His seed spilled out of her mouth and onto her chin, while his cock twitched free. Natasha was there to take it in her hand and milk the rest of his orgasm, letting it fall in strings across her face. Ginny could only pant for breath, feeling almost intoxicated. She hadn't imagined that there'd be so much, that he'd be so virile.
Before Ginny could regain her bearings, and perhaps contemplate that she'd failed in the task she'd been given, Natasha kissed her. Ginny squeaked against her lips as her mouth was thoroughly plundered. Natasha then swept her tongue across Ginny's cheek, collecting a streak of cum. "Hey!" Ginny protested playfully "That's mine." Natasha stuck her tongue out, displaying her takings, and Ginny responded by kissing her. They 'fought' over the rest of Harry's essence, while Harry watched, poleaxed.
"Fuck." He said under his breath, looking stunned. Ginny could live off that look.
"Come on." Natasha said, sending a smirk Harry's way "Let's get you undressed." Ginny nodded dumbly, and Natasha helped her slip out of her clothes, until she stood bare. It almost felt like Natasha was presenting her to him. Ginny felt exposed, she wasn't particularly proud of her body. She'd never been particularly curvy- she was an A-cup at best- and she had her fair share of scars, the worst of which was a nasty burn on her thigh. She couldn't help but feel slightly inferior next to Natasha and Harry, but the way Harry looked at her had a way of making her forget all of that. There wasn't a hint of reservation in the way Harry's eyes caressed her. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze against her skin, and her body physically responded. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and a new surge of arousal began to leak from her sex.
Even if he could have faked the lust in his eyes, the stirring of his cock as it engorged again was a pretty solid indicator.
"Wow." He whispered, and then louder, this time for her ears "You're incredible, Gin."
"So, what now?" Ginny asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"C'mere." Harry said simply. She let out a breathless gasp when Harry flipped her onto her back. His body pressed against hers, and the skin to skin contact felt incredible. She felt small beneath him, small, and cocooned and protected by the warmth and solidity of his body. He kissed her, far more gently than Natasha had. It was almost with a reverence, and combined with the tender way he caressed her cheek it made her feel… loved.
"I'm going to take care of you now." He said. Ginny could only nod breathlessly. She was beyond ready for him. She felt hot, all over, but especially in her core, which had been taken by an aching emptiness that she instinctively knew could only be filled by his cock.
Then he began to kiss his way down her body, and Ginny realized he had other plans. "Told you." Natasha snickered.
"Harry." She whined "I've never- never… eep!" She squeaked as his mouth found her breast, tongue worrying her nipple. "I- oh!" What had she been saying?
"Don't worry." Harry murmured between kisses "All you need to do is-"
"-lay back, and enjoy." Natasha finished for him, as his mouth had become preoccupied. Harry moved lower, but with excruciating patience. No matter how Ginny whined, he was not to be rushed. He peppered kisses up her inner thigh, pausing at the splotchy scarring to press a few, tender kisses to the marred skin. Natasha pulled Ginny's head into her lap and began stroking her hair as Harry drew closer and closer to her core.
Ginny, finally, found frustration breaking through "Just eat my fucking cunt, Potter!" She snapped, tugging him up by his hair. Natasha chuckled. "Just stop bloody teasing me and-" His tongue swept up along her slit, and the words were strangled in her throat. Then he found her clit, and his tongue felt so good as it circled it again and again. His mouth was so much better than her fingers, supple, warm and pliant. Her clit was like a livewire, and it was hooked up directly to her brain, shorting out her thought processes and rendering her incoherent. "Guh!" Ginny moaned "Unh! Oh god!" She threw her head back into Natasha's lap, unable to bear the sight of Harry's head between her legs.
"What was that, Gin?" Harry said, after an indeterminate period of time. He'd paused to say this, much to Ginny's distress "Is this what you wanted?"
"Oh, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!" Ginny whimpered. She was fully prepared to beg even more profusely, if that hadn't been enough, but thankfully for her pride Harry had accepted her plea. He found her clit again, but this time he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, ever so gently.
It devastated her. A wail exploded from her throat as her entire body trembled. The hand that had initially tugged his head up to her was shaking like a leaf. She was falling apart… coming apart… cumming.
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"Wakanda? Not Nurmengard, not Hogwarts?" Zemo asked. "Do we even know where they are?"
Hela, had quite deliberately, ensured that no one person within Hydra could claim a position of dominance over the organization. Zemo was one of the heads of Hydra, but only one of them. The more disparate the organization, the less likely it would be able to rebel from her control. Despite this, she did appreciate Zemo. He had a certain flair. The location of his fortress- in the heart of Germany- was such an example. He'd planted his flag right at the enemy's doorstep, a constant reminder to them that they were never safe.
"I'm sure you can figure it out. Unless that's a problem?" Hela asked. Nevertheless, she would never stop challenging her subordinates. Her long absence made re-asserting her authority all the more important.
"No, of course not." Zemo rushed to assure her "It was just, an unexpected change in tactics."
Zola took the moment to pipe in "I have an analysis prepared- a likely location based on the pattern of previous sightings."
"Good." She nodded, before turning back to Zemo "My broader strategy is not of concern to you." Hela told him. She certainly wasn't going to reveal her true motivation for attacking Wakanda. She would have been content with leaving the nation to its isolation- at least until the wizarding problem was dealt with – but Harry Potter's arrival had changed things. She couldn't afford to let him hide in the shadows, to make plans and allies undisturbed. Even if capturing his Wakandan friends didn't draw him out, destroying the city would pre-emptively deprive him of his allies.
And while there were several potential targets in the end the choice was obvious. The Wakandans were isolated. No one would come to their aid, and they had no one on par with Dumbledore, or Grindelwald, or the Sorcerer Supreme. "Just ensure that your forces are ready, understood?" She concluded.
Zemo saluted in that ridiculous Hydra fashion. Zola, who was not physically a person, acknowledged her with an- "Of course, my queen."
She turned to her new pet "See, wasn't that fun?"
"Yes, my queen." Erics said obediently.
She paid no mind to the fly on the wall. It had remained perfectly still throughout the conversation, but as soon as Hela's back was turned, it alighted in the air and buzzed away.
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"Ah, Severus. Thank you for having me on such short notice." Tom greeted.
"Of course." Severus said cooly "Frankly, I'm surprised that you've never taken a full tour of the facility before. Perhaps you will find something that we have missed." Tom knew that Severus was not being entirely genuine. While Tom didn't doubt that the Potion's Master respected him, after a fashion, all within Dumbledore's inner circle had a certain sense of rivalry with each other.
"I suppose we should start with the Asgardian." Tom suggested "Before discussing other matters of collaboration."
Severus nodded curtly, and led him down a series of corridors, carefully bypassing the potions lab. Tom was quite curious as to what the potions master was brewing up, but knew that it'd take some tact. Instead, he danced around the subject, inquiring about ingredients and techniques, careful to defer to the man's expertise and stroke his ego.
They passed Lovegood's cell, and next to her, Grangers'. Both women were covered head to toe in tattoos, but their design and function were quite different. Lovegood's runic inscriptions imbued her with powerful wandless magic, while Granger's skin was marred by an intricate network of lines and nodes that acted- as Tom understood it- as an extension of her mind. As Tom passed by her cell, Granger looked up suddenly, her eyes staring so intensely at him it seemed as if she were looking straight through him. Unnerved, he moved along.
It was imperative that Potter not meet either of them. They'd been his allies in a previous life, and no doubt they would again if given the chance. With Hela's return to earth, Dumbledore had been pushing for them to be made battle-ready. Despite Lily's objections, her hand would be forced soon. With a method of control as fragile as their magical contracts, Tom knew that they'd find a way to defect if given the chance.
They stopped at a cell that contained what appeared to be a young, dark skinned, woman. "This is it?" Tom asked.
"Indeed." Severus said. "Asgardian!" He barked suddenly "You have a visitor."
"Fuck off." She growled, looking away from them.
"Imperio." Tom said, the woman stiffened, her mind fighting the curse valiantly. He knew instantly that he wouldn't be able to hold her indefinitely. They'd need to find a better way of controlling her. Still, perhaps he could pry some information from her.
"What are Hela's plans?" He asked her. "Do you know why she's attacking…" He checked the still foreign sounding word "Wakanda?" The Asgardian was fighting him hard, and in his distraction, he missed a subtle shift, a presence flickering in surprise. It took only a moment for the presence to calm, becoming a detached observer.
The news of Hela's latest move had been delivered to the Order by a source Dumbledore had refused to disclose. It had befuddled the others- why would the Goddess of Death, who had shown nothing but a bloodthirsty hatred of wizards, return to Earth to attack some muggle city in Africa? Tom, however, had a suspicion, borne of the memories he'd retrieved from Potter's head, and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about it.
"How should I know?" The woman spat.
"You're Asgardian, are you not?"
"I. Don't. Serve. Her." She ground out; each word labored. Tom paused, as far as he could tell, she was being truthful.
"She's said that before." Snape said "Even under veratiserum. I'm starting to believe her."
"She killed my friends!" She spat, bringing her fist down on the floor hard enough to cause it to crack "She killed the woman I loved. I hate her. I came here to help you and you fucking locked me up and tortured me!" She screamed those last words.
"I see." Tom said, removing the curse. "I don't believe I can control her."
"I can see that." Severus said, with some amusement, and was that… a flicker of superiority?
"I suppose that means our hopes rest with you, then." Tom said, venturing a guess.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Snape said cautiously.
"I won't tell, of course, but I am curious." Tom said casually "The process of creating a new potion has always been of interest to me. How far along are you?"
After a moment of indecision, Snape relented. While the man had a formidable poker face, pride was his weakness. He longed to show off, to display his superiority, and Tom was giving him the perfect opportunity to do so. Tom followed Severus back past the cells where Lovegood and Granger were kept, and through his potions lab, listening idly while he explained his latest project. "I call it The Draught of Perfect Subservience." He said with a sweep of his hand over a simmering cauldron filled with a gleaming blue liquid. "It's a delicate potion, but it'll be quite potent when its finished."
"Sounds useful." Tom said neutrally.
"Indeed. You are aware of the deficiencies in our methods of mental control." Severus said unnecessarily. He certainly was. The imperius left the target an inept puppet. Love potions were limited. Oaths and contracts could be gamed. "Hydra has found an answer to that problem, and I intend to take a page out of their book. They are not content with merely controlling their most valued soldiers like puppets. They mentally rewired them, make them want to serve. It's a perfect solution."
"And you've found a way to replicate it." Tom said, even as unease curled in his gut. "Impressive."
"The potion is derived from the Draught of Living Death, instead of rendering the drinker unconscious, it places them in a trancelike state of high susceptibility. From there, we will be able to influence them easily, rewriting their mind to suit our needs. It is cumbersome to brew- so I would only recommend it on high value and uncooperative assets."
"You plan to use this on Granger and Lovegood." Tom surmised. "And our Asgardian friend. Anyone else?"
"No, no one else." Snape said. Tom wasn't entirely sure he was being truthful but didn't press him on the topic. No, he was preoccupied.
He knew that Hydra's indoctrination wasn't perfect, as Severus had implied. Potter had found a way to break it. If Hela did indeed destroy Wakanda, perhaps that would preclude the possibility, but perhaps not. If the Order put them out in the field, there was every possibility that Potter would win them over. He was loathe to give such powerful assets over to either Potter or the Order, and a plan to cut both parties out of the picture was beginning to take shape.
"When do you believe it'll be ready?" He asked.
"Optimistically, the beginning of term." Snape said "I'd like to finish it before we have a new set of brats to manage."
"Well, let me know if I can be of any assistance."
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Harry nearly threw himself out of bed as he woke. On either side of him, Ginny and Natasha awoke. Natasha peered down at him in concern. "Babe, I've seen a lot of your nightmares, but I haven't seen anything like that."
Harry regulated his breathing. Really, he was proud of his performance, his ability to remain cool as he learned that Hela was about to destroy Wakanda, to remain calm as Snape plotted to rape his friends' minds. He never would have managed it as a teenager, and Voldemort would have uncovered his presence for sure. He calmed his breathing again, there would be no point in flying in a rage right now. No, right now he needed to think, to plan.
"Harry." Natasha said with forced calm "You're bleeding."
Harry wiped at his forehead. His scar had broken out. Ginny paled, her eyes taking in the scar on his forehead, then paled again.
"Harry." Ginny breathed "Was that a vision?"
"Err…" Harry uttered. Natasha's eyes went wide.
"But you said that the visions were because of the horcrux." Ginny pressed "You said that it was gone."
The two women looked at him in horror "You lied to us, didn't you." Natasha said, finally, it wasn't a question. Nor was it quite an accusation. Natasha, after all, was no stranger to lies. It was merely a statement of fact.
Finally, Harry found words. "Yeah." He croaked out "I did."