Harry Potter: Seducing Destiny

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"In Gringotts' defense," Hermione said, "they are asking you to do what you're good at."

I blinked. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You have a tendency to notice things that are normally ignored by others, Harry," she said, "And you have a tendency of being in the wrong place at the right time."

"Or the right place at the wrong time?"

Hermione chuckled. "No, I think my version fits better. Remember the first year? You, me, Ron — all of us got detention. We were with Hagrid the whole time and nothing happened. But you and Malfoy not only met Voldemort feeding on the unicorn but got saved by Firenze!"

"It was probably the scent of unicorn blood."

Hermione snorted and pushed herself into my chest. We were sitting in her room, with me sitting on the couch and her in front of me, my legs around the side of her hips as she sat facing away from me, strategically positioned between my legs.

She turned to face me, my chin touching her temples. "Fine," she said, "Second year. You were the only one who could hear the basilisk in the pipes."

"Only because I can speak parseltongue—"

"What about the Diary? What about interrogating Aragog? And this year, you were the only one who noticed Pettigrew—" she retorted, "the point is, you have this knack for finding things, especially when working under pressure. If there's anyone I'd trust to capture Pettigrew within a year, it'd be you."

I arched an eyebrow.

"Well, that's my humble opinion," Hermione defended. "It really depends on what you want. Sirius was innocent and deserved better. But…"

"But?"

"But he's dead. Innocent or not, it doesn't matter any longer. Not anymore. So if you're doing this for Sirius, ask yourself this. Would Sirius want you to risk your life to capture Pettigrew? And if not, does having this Black Lordship mean anything to you? You're not the greedy sort, so unless you want to claim Draco and his mum as your relatives—"

"Technically, they are my relatives."

"Harry," she stressed, "As far as purebloods go, everyone is everyone's relative. And I know you, Harry. You don't seek power. Or popularity. You just ask, is the matter right? And then you do it, no matter what the cost."

That shut me up. Hermione was right. Or rather, she would have been right if it were Harry Potter she was talking about. Me? I lusted for both, and the Black name would grant that to me. But I couldn't obviously say that to her, or try to convince her that my motivations had changed. Jaded or not, Hermione would probably consider it as un-Harry-like behavior and a suspicious Hermione was the last thing I wanted.

So I tried something different.

"Hermione, Sirius wanted me to have it. The Black Lordship. And if I do nothing about it, who do you think will gain the mantle?"

Her lips curled in distaste. "Malfoy."

"Exactly," I began, laying the trap. "You know the prophecy that Trelawney made? The Dark Lord will rise again, stronger than ever. And when he does, Malfoy will use all that gold to fuel his purpose. Armies require funding, Hermione. The Black Library supposedly has one of the largest collections of ancient magic books in the Wizarding World. All that power, all that knowledge, all of that will be Voldemort's for the taking. Unless I, unless we act now."

Hermione frowned. "You want to hurt him economically?"

"That bastard took everything from me. If there's anything I can do to hurt him, I will."

"But Harry—"

"No Hermione," I stressed. "Think of what Malfoy calls you. A mudblood. His father has the ear of the Minister, and that's why he could remove Dumbledore back in our second year. He put Hagrid in Azkaban. He controls the Wizengamot. For all we know, Lucius Malfoy conspired to deny Sirius a trial. And now, he's gonna get the Black fortune and he'll use it to bring Voldemort back!"

Hermione was silent now. My words were getting to her.

"What does Dumbledore say about this?"

"I haven't asked him."

That surprised her.

"Why?"

I didn't answer. What was I going to say? That I wouldn't trust the old Headmaster as far as I could throw him? That I was not Harry Potter, and I knew what schemes the man had? Granted, he had good intentions, but his pathological need to keep secrets was more than irritating to me. Still, I needed to stay in his good books until I had gained enough skill and power to make a difference.

"Harry?"

"Sirius was best friends with my dad," I spoke after a thoughtful minute. "And my Mum. And Lupin. He fought the good fight. And yet, he never got his trial. Why didn't Dumbledore didn't find that out? He's the Chief Warlock. He could have helped. No one did nothing to even try to know why my dad's best friend betrayed him. It's like… like witches and wizards are ostriches and the entire world is sand."

"Hmm," she said after a while, "you've given this a fair amount of thought. Any ideas on how you want to go about doing it?"

I scowled. "Nothing concrete as of now. I looked a bit about owls and their ability to find people, but that's easily stopped by a basic owl-diverting ward. I thought about throwing a bounty like the Ministry did for Sirius, but even that won't work."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because all bounties need to get registered with the Department of Domestic Communications and there's no way Fudge's allowing a bounty on Peter Pettigrew. Not while Malfoy's there." I replied with a scowl. "And even if they do, there's always Polyjuice, and that's assuming he's even in Britain right now."

I had also considered the idea of hiring muggle born witches and wizards into a strike team. Maybe take advantage of their grudge against the Ministry bias and the purebloods and use it against Malfoy and his ilk. Unlike the Order of the Phoenix, this task force would concern itself with systemic elimination of the top Death Eaters, probably through a mix of magical and muggle methods. I had put this plan on the back-burner until I gained more practical knowledge of the world and, of course, the Black fortune that'd help to fund this task force.

But again, not an option for catching Pettigrew. No, so far the only thing that I was sure, or mostly sure, was to let the events of Canon run its course, and encounter Pettigrew in the graveyard. How I'd capture him and bring him back without Voldemort killing me was another problem altogether.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm exhausted," I murmured, burying my head into her freshly cleaned, bushy hair. She smelled of jasmine and parchment as I dug into her neck. Hermione bristled a bit, but I grabbed her waist.

"What's gotten into you?" She asked, clearly caught flat-footed by my reaction. My mind was already aflame with sensual thoughts about her, and her constant pushing and shuffling inevitably rubbed against my shaft, making it grow back to full size in quick order. My hands went up her stomach, beneath her shirt, caressing her above her bra, causing her to squirm a little. I could tell she was panting now, eyes closed and aroused.

"What can I say?" I whispered into her ear, "you bring out the animal in me."

"Weren't you feeling exhausted?" she asked cattily, which was a rare attitude for her.

"Tell me, Hermione," I asked, moving my right hand and running my fingers over her hard nipple. Hermione let out an audible gasp of pleasure as she gave in fully to the moment, leaning her body against mine, allowing me complete access.

"Yeah?" she whispered.

"How would you feel about moving in with me?"

That pulled her out of her moaning. She pulled off and looked me in the eye. "What're you talking about?"

"I have an apartment now," I said, pulling her back. "In London. Very protected. I'll be living there from now on. So I was thinking… you could live there with me."

"That would be danger—ah!" She moaned as my left hand slipped down over her left breast. Grasping the bottom of her shirt and with the help of my already involved right hand, I pulled her shirt up, leaving her in just her bra. I pushed her forward and undid the clasps, letting her soft lumps free, exposing them fully to me. With Hermione's body pressed into mine, I cupped each breast and looked down at her gorgeous body, her hard nipples standing out prominently from her chest as my hands caressed and pleasured her.

"You were saying?"

Hermione scowled. "I'll hex you, Harry Potter!"

I snickered. "Fine. Fun first, talk later."

And I pulled her right over my shaft. Hermione gyrated her hips, using her lower back and top of her arse to work my cock. Remembering our earlier tryst, I pinched each of her big, eraser nub nipples in my fingers and twisted a bit, pulling them away from her chest. The loud gasp of pleasure escaping her lips let me know I was on the right path, so I continued to massage her breasts and tease and pull her nipples. Her head was close to mine as our bodies pressed tighter into each other. Her neck lay exposed, so I angled my head and softly kissed her skin, running my tongue along her tender flesh. Another soft moan escaped her lips as she reached behind her with her right hand, finding my hardness and squeezing me.

Not wanting to be outdone, I slid my left hand down the front of her body, under her shorts and over her tightly trimmed bush. I could only just reach the hood of her pussy, but I could tell she was extremely wet. I couldn't get to her fully, as her frustrating hip motions showed she thought the same thing. Hermione shifted her position, twisting towards me and throwing her left leg over mine and reached around my neck with her left arm so she was semi facing me. This gave me full access to her wet pussy with my left hand, which I immediately slid two fingers into her.

"Yes! Oh Merlin! Yes!" she moaned into my ear as she pulled me closer. At that moment, we were looking straight at each other as I slid my finger into her tight, wet cunt, both fully into the moment. I continued moving my fingers in and out of her, trying to find the key spots to get her off. Hermione continued staring at me as if considering something, and then she pulled me close and kissed me fully on the lips. The initial moments of that kiss felt tentative, perhaps even a little odd, before she passionately sipped her tongue into my mouth as muffled cries of pleasure were drowned out in our mouths.

When we broke the kiss, I looked down at her breast, but couldn't quite get the angle I wanted. Seeing my predicament, Hermione used her free right hand to lift her left nipple up to my mouth. I swallowed in as much flesh as I could, sucking hard and running my tongue over her nipple in my mouth. Her nipples must have been extremely sensitive, as another long gasp of pleasure escaped her. The sound was so sexy. Fuck, the whole moment was so sexy. I had two fingers inside her, while sucking her tits and she was dry humping me. How the fuck could it not be sexy?

Hermione kissed me down the side of my head and softly bit my ear, which sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

"I need you inside me now," she whispered.

Not wanting to disappoint, I helped lift her off me and while standing in front of me, she deftly ran her shorts down her body and stepped out of them in one motion, and she was fully naked before me. Reaching down, she struggled with the buttons of my shorts, only briefly, and practically ripped them down off my body. When my cock sprung free, she looked at it with an almost animalistic desire.

She mounted me then, dropping her left knee to one side of me on the couch and then swinging the right knee over to the other side, reaching down, she grabbed my dick and guided it to her as she sat down on it in one smooth motion. Her tight wetness felt like soft velvet as she pushed herself fully down on to me. Hermione was soaking wet, but also tight as she started her slow up and down motion.

"Fuck yes!" she screamed as she increased her pace, her breasts lifting and dropping in my face with each thrusting cycle. I grabbed one of her breasts and pulled her nipple to my mouth as she continued to drive down on my cock. Hermione reached around my head and pulled my head into her pillowy breasts as I sucked her nipple. "Fuck me, Harry!" She ordered, wrapping both of her arms around me, getting into a steady but hard pace.

I would not last long at this rate. I was already so worked up as it was. Wanting to savor the moment a while longer, I grabbed her hips and locked her down on me. Then, with my hands, I rocked her hips back and forth, grind my cock into her at a different angle, hoping to hit her g-spot. I seemed to be on to something, as she took over grinding, now rotating her hips while not lifting her body, just letting my cock move inside her.

This gave me a moment to regain some stamina, as I buried my cock into her tight pussy, the motion steadying me, instead of bringing me to completion. I could hear the pace of her breathing quicken, felt her grab onto my cock tighter, and she pulled me into her as she worked her hips a little faster.

"I'm cumming!" She squealed, "I'm cum! In!" She arched her back and let out a feral scream of pleasure as her body burst and shuddered in a powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed with several repeated shudders. I could feel her pussy tighten with each one. When she finally finished, Hermione leaned down and kissed me fully and passionately. Breaking the kiss, she pulled back and said, "That was great. Your turn!"

She went back to her furious up and down riding, starting slowly at first, then building at a strong pace. Her pussy, awash with her own cum, felt incredible. Her breasts were heaving and falling with her violent fucking. I grabbed her hips and pushed her down on to me hard with each downward thrust and the slap of our bodies producing a loud, smacking sound. I felt myself build to climax and flew my head back.

"Yes, cum in me, Harry! Cum for me!" she yelled. I grabbed her hips one last time and screamed as I exploded inside her. My body convulsed with each spurt into her and I had to hold on tight to prevent myself from falling over. I filled her pussy in burst after burst of cum, the buildup of the day finally unleashed. As she slowed, I could see my cum leaking out of her and down my cock.

When I finally finished, breathless, I pulled her tightly to me, holding her in a tender embrace. She let the weight of her body fall against me, exhausted. Both of us were speechless, breathless and utterly spent.

"What have you done to me, Harry?" She moaned, "A week ago, I was a normal girl. And now I have your cum oozing out of my cunt."

"It bored you to death being a normal girl." I replied, pushing into her again.

"I blame the werewolf curse. It's… making me do this."

I snorted. "It's just decreasing your inhibitions. Admit it, you always had this wild side. You just kept it hidden beneath your bookworm facade."

Hermione gasped, scandalized, but before she could say anything else, I leaned over and captured her lips again, my tongue invading her mouth domineeringly. Hermione let out another moan before I pulled off, only to insert three of my fingers, drenched with her own cum, into her mouth.

"And believe me when I tell you," I whispered into her ear, "This is just the beginning."