"Mister Malfoy."
"Professor McGonagall."
Even as snide as the prideful Malfoy scion was, he did not dare to deprive Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, of a respectful tone, especially in such a public setting.
She was their strictest instructor, as well as a firm disciplinarian. A fact made well clear after several years in the castle walls. As influential and well-respected as the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was, his whimsical nature and lack of direct interaction with the students made Minerva McGonagall the face of authority in the Castle.
She was a Witch—But one of the most respected Witches in the world, especially in Wizarding Britain. Despite how their archaic society might treat or consider a Witch in a position of power, very few would dare to go against Minerva McGonagall.
Her vibrant yellow cat eyes, appearing to glow within the dark eyeshadows she favoured, kept students in line with her piercing gaze.
"...Considering your entangled history with a pupil of my house, Mister Harry Potter, I would not be surprised to learn if you happened to know his whereabouts this evening..."
Malfoy resisted the urge to scowl at the implications that he would be paying any attention to Potter's activities. He gave a brief glance around, "As it happens, Professor... I haven't seen him tonight." Then Draco's lips curled up in a minute look of satisfaction, "...Must not have felt up to a night of drink and well-mannered conversation. Or perhaps his company for the evening ran into some trouble."
The gentlemen around Malfoy grew into grins. The thought of Harry's 'company'... or lack thereof... for the evening keeping him away from the ball, brought a smirk from the group of Slytherin gentlemen.
Minerva's slender brow threatened to twitch. She slightly pursed her lips, a silent warning that killed the air of humour that had sprung up between the young men. As a Professor, she endeavoured to maintain a neutral attitude to students of all Houses, but for Malfoy to brazenly toss out a thinly veiled insult to one of her own, right in front of her... She was surprised by his nerve.
But she did not let the slightest shift of expression as she smoothly continued, "I see. That seems to be a trend of tonight's festivities... Many students seem to have lost their partners for the evening." Minerva slightly trailed off before she fixed the group of young men with a look, "And you gentlemen? Have you already shared a dance with your partners?"
Suddenly, the group went quiet.
Malfoy let out a breath and muttered in a relatively tight but polite tone, "No, Professor... I am here alone tonight."
"I see." She gave a curt nod, "Then you have not noticed anything strange recently?"
"Professor." Draco looked her in the eyes with a strange look, "If you have not noticed what has been happening within your own House... then I should be the last to speak on the matter."
'What?' Minerva was surprised as Draco rebutted with a seemingly rebellious statement directly to her, Deputy Headmistress. It was brash, even for him, but something gave her pause. His tone, the way he said it, something was different.
Furthermore, he looked uncomfortable, shifting away from her, and did not appear to speak any more on this subject.
"Very well. Thank you for your time, gentlemen, and enjoy the rest of your evening."
Minerva's turned on her heel and strode away, piecing together all that she could from that strange interaction.
...
"My sister..?" Ron scowled and flashed her a huffing look, "She's said Harry was taking her out tonight. Bought her a fancy dress and all. Gin's... not a very modest girl. So I was really not looking forward to seeing her all over him tonight."
"...but..." Ron had a slow look of realisation and glanced around, "Guess she was pulling one over on me. Figured she'd have dragged him over to show off by now... but I haven't seen her all night..."
Minerva's eyes narrowed.
'Ginny has claimed to be Harry's companion tonight..?'
This came as a surprise to Professor McGonagall... because it was not the first time she'd heard that claim when inquiring about the missing Witches.
Something seemed to shift in Minerva's mind. Her mind flashed with a dozen little oddities she'd noticed over the past semester at Hogwarts. The ladies were acting odd, of course, and there were the pregnancies... but this time, she recalled certain moments revolving around Harry Potter.
The first time he'd sat down in her Transfiguration Classroom after the summer break. Not with Ron, but at the front of the class, beside Hermione. She'd felt something odd about that shift and wondered if some drama had sprung between Harry and Ronald, but did not question it. She was just their Professor after all, and did not stick her nose into the private lives of her students. But that spot was where he'd remain. Then later on, she would notice that he liked to claim a spot between Hermione and Lavender... or Parvati, or Fay.
Minerva had noticed that Harry had grown more comfortable and friendly with the Witches of the Castle. How could she not? But there was a reason she turned a blind eye. For one, she knew that he had grown up in the Muggle world, and she was aware of the drastic differences between their societies.
She simply assumed he'd grown more relaxed over the summer and was looking to make new friends. Choosing to favour the Witches over the Wizards of his House was odd, but not unthinkable. His father, James, also had many close friends among Witches. Perhaps Harry had simply inherited his open-minded nature.
But now... Minerva couldn't help but think something was unusual.
...
Later that evening, Minerva approached the Headmaster himself.
"Oh, Minerva, this again?" The wizened wizard began, fingers sliding through his magnificent silver beard, "You really mustn't worry so much about this matter. It is a joyous thing, is it not? A cause of celebration!"
When Minerva brought her concerns about the odd behaviour of the female student body, the pregnancies, and the noticeable gap in the headcount of the fourth-year Gryffindor Witches, the Headmaster merely laughed it off.
"I think the cries of the little ones will make the castle more lively." Dumbledore said with merriment, "Perhaps we should make space in the hospital wing for a Nursery, hohohoh~"
"..." Minerva was frustrated by the Headmaster's flippant disregard for a matter that she was so concerned about. It left her with a bitter feeling for the rest of the evening.
Eventually, the Yule Ball came to a close. Harry Potter had never shown, much to the dismay of many of the dressed-up young ladies, most of whom had 'settled' and accompanied some other wizard.
Similarly, there was no sign of Hermione... Nor Lavender, or Parvati, or any of the female ladies of the Quidditch Team. Her sharp memory recalled the names of each of her Lionesses that were alleged to be carrying cubs. Of her mental tally, she could only count a single Gryffindor girl who was missing from tonight's event that wasn't on that list. All the pregnant girls were noticeably absent.
And while that was understandable, considering the circumstances. She would not want to put those poor girls in such a spotlight. If tonight was the night that the Castle took notice of their growing bellies, the modest dance would have been thrown into such a catastrophe that it would likely haunt those poor young ladies for the rest of their lives.
But that did not mean Minerva was eased by their absence. She still felt a lingering doubt in her mind. To add to her concerns, Mister Diggory's date had disappeared, as well as Miss Delacour, the French Champion! Neither had shown up again throughout the night, and while Madam Maxim was confident Fleur could take care of herself, Minerva could not let things lie.
Minerva retired to her own chambers for the evening.
She let out a drawn-out sigh as she let the fine silk of her modest, skin-covering robes slip off and expose her slender shoulders.
Most of the Castle would be shocked, even scandalised, as the sheer volume of her chest beneath seemed to expand now that it was undisguised by the magical garment. For all her presentation as a proper Witch, a perfect role model to the younger girls... Minerva was still a Witch, through and through.
Which meant she, like all the others, was a sexual creature by nature. Beneath all those layers of stiff, rigid discipline was a prowling, hungry lioness.
And in the same fashion, underneath all those modest, skin-covering robes... was a fine set of truly sexy lingerie. Her magnificent, enormous bust was pushed up in a tight emerald corset, with a shelf of cleavage so vast and supple it was daunting. With a wave of her wand, the tight strings untangled and the heavy support fell away, leaving the incredible expanse of her bosom to bounce naked and free on her chest. Two heavy bells, perfectly smooth, shapely, and utterly captivating, sat presented so wondrously on her chest, yet unappreciated by any wizard.
Her shapely hips were no less enthralling. Broad as a grade A MILF's, the older Professor's body was still incredibly fertile. She had a killer set of curves, with thick, child-rearing hips that would incite the nearest hot-blooded male into a dangerous stupor. They looked all the more ravishing in her deep emerald garter belt and dark, sheer stockings.
She strode across the room and stepped gracefully out of her heels with a natural, hypnotising sway to her womanly hips. Her heels, like her robes, immediately swept themselves off the floor and into her wardrobe.
Minerva finally let her hair down, brushing her fingers through the dark raven locks that flowed down her shoulders. She pulled off those thin, half-moon spectacles and slipped onto the soft, lounging sofa that sat in front of her fireplace. With a mere snap of her fingers, the fire roared to life, while a crystal glass and bottle of wine floated over on a silver tray.
Minerva softly moaned. Her hands wandered down her body, sliding across the sensitive, perfectly smooth slopes of her great, full breasts. With a silent gasp, her fingers found the small, hardened nub of her nipple. She moaned again as she gave it a rough pinch and shifted onto her back.
At the same time, her other hand slipped adventurously between her thick, tempting thighs.
After such a long, exhausting day, Minerva felt irresistible temptation. The folly of every Witch. The intense, rampant desires she had neglected all throughout the day and night were now surging to the surface.
...and like every other Witch, Minerva knew how to satisfy these urges. To her, there was nothing better than a long, passionate session of 'self-love' after a tedious or troublesome day of academics.
...
Early into the next morning, Minerva felt refreshed as she pulled her nude figure out of her tangled silken sheets. Her body was sticky from the prior night's passion, but it came with a pleasant thrum that put a lively pep in her step. She soaked in the shower and pulled on her morning gown.
As she began preparations for the day, one of the older female prefects came to her door.
"...well..." The young woman seemed nervous, biting her lip, "It might not be anything... but I couldn't help but notice a few girls missing from our year's dorms."
"What?" Minerva's eyes sharply narrowed, "A few?"
"Yes, not too many... but when I noticed this I checked around and... when I poked my head into the rooms of the Fourth Years... well... they're all empty."
"All of them?" Minerva's voice muttered tightly. Suddenly, she felt that the nagging worries lingering in her mind from the previous night were suddenly alarming.
"Yes, so I did a head count and of the older years, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie Bell still have yet to return to the dorms... as well as..."
Minerva's expression grew grave as the Prefect unknowingly rattled off the exact string of names that had been reported to her by Madam Pomfrey. The names of the Gryffindor Witches who happened to turn up pregnant.
'Now they're staying out all night..? I think this has gone on long enough!'
...
The Deputy Headmistress was allowed many secrets and privileges of the Castle. One of which was access to the whole student roster... and an assortment of useful spells.
She took out her long, thin wand and recited a brief incantation under her breath. She moved her wand tip in a precise, intricate movement, leaving a line of deep blue light and silver sparks.
"...Cho Chang..." She muttered the name of Cedric's date, who had gone missing and, as she'd just discovered, also not returned to her dorm the following morning.
The spell wove into the ancient magic that filled the Castle's domain. It invoked an important, but scarcely used, aspect of the magical protections. It was a highly powerful searching spell, one that could only be used by an administrator of the Castle, and could only search for students of the Four Houses, within the Hogwarts Grounds.
But, under those specific circumstances... There was little magic Minerva could call upon that was as reliable.
A moment later, Minerva turned her head, with a glimmer of silver dust floating across her catlike eyes.
"Hogsmeade..?" She muttered, surprised, "...whatever for..?"
She couldn't conceive of a reason that Miss Chang, dressed in her finest robes and jewellery, would take the long, windy cobble path to the little wizarding hamlet in the dead of night. It had even snowed!
That only increased her concern. Whatever had brought Miss Chang away from the magical dance must be worth the trouble. She silently weighed the thought of grabbing a cloak and stalking down to find out what exactly had happened the previous night.
Then that tingling feeling once again probed at McGonagall's mind. With a narrowed glance, she raised her wand. This time, with a shower of golden wisps and crimson streaks. It cracked with the growl of a lion, and jerked her gaze to the side just as she muttered, 'Hermione Granger'.
Minerva briefly paused as she stared, once again in the far-off direction of Hogsmeade. She wondered with a note of surprise if somehow Hermione and Cho were acquainted. The matching result gave her a moment of relief, and a fleeting thought that perhaps all this commotion was caused by a simple lady's get-together or study session. Her favour toward Hermione shifted her perspective. Surely her most responsible student had things in control...
But that was not enough to set her mind at ease.
"...Lavender Brown..."
Hogsmeade.
"...Angelina Johnson..!"
Hogsmeade.
"Ginevra Weasley!"
Hogsmeade.
One by one, all of the pregnant Gryffindors that Minerva had been informed of provided the same result. They were all presently in Hogsmeade.
Minerva let out a huff, one moment away from storming down to crash whatever silly get-together these Witches had thrown for the evening. She was now shocked that Hermione, of all her students, didn't at least inform her Head of House before taking a not-so-small crowd of students out of the Castle premises!
"My word..!" She huffed, smoothed out her robes, and turned on her heel. She was about to go fetch her coat when she paused one more time.
...Slowly, Minerva's wand tip began to glow as she started the sequence one last time. This time, much slower, almost hesitantly. That sinking feeling returned, leaving her with a dreadful feeling as she prepared herself for the result of the next searching spell. This one, she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.
"...Harry Potter..."
Hogsmeade.
Meanwhile in Hogsmeade - The Enclave
Night had come and gone, yet the passion that filled The Enclave had yet to exhaust itself entirely.
They were still going at it.
The floating wisps of light dancing above the stage illuminated what had become of the second, more exclusive party hosted on the Hogwarts Grounds that night.
The stage was buried in the buxom, naked bodies of thoroughly fucked Witches.
A great pile of huge, heaving breasts, upturned, cherry-red asses, and silly, satisfied grins. Each of them were sweaty, exhausted, and sticky with cum smearing their skin.
Cho Chang was one of the worst, sprawled out in the centre of the intimate tangle of limbs and naked skin. She was caked white in cum, after Harry had introduced her into his harem of slutty Witches by fucking her tits, throat, and thighs, as well as wrecking her tight, virgin cunt and ass. She was murmuring deliriously, passed out cold from the crazy climaxes. At the same time, a few of her cum-drunk housemates dazedly licked at the salty spunk covering her skin.
Only a few girls were left conscious. The rest passed out from pure exhaustion.
There were only two still acting lively and excited. The two happy, eager sluts who had spent the most time getting dicked down so roughly and brutally every single night since the term began. Hermione and Ginny.
Those two were sporting the biggest bellies, and chose to take it easy and let the other newer additions to this ever-growing harem get a chance to enjoy the pleasure. Now that the rest were all tuckered out, the girls greedily made up for lost time with some hot and fierce sex!
Of course, the happy, soon-to-be mothers were very protective of their growing baby bumps... so they stuck to some slow and gentle lovemaking...
"OOOH FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS YOU BIG DICKED STUD💕"
WHAP~! WHAP~! WHAP~! WHAP~! WHAP~!
The plump, pale cheeks, ever so adorably dusted with freckles, were abused roughly. Harry's powerful thrusts slammed into her cushiony rear hard enough to jerk her entire body forward. Ginny's features were twisted in pure delight with every blow to her plump backside.
His massive, veiny cock was still swollen huge with angry, pulsing veins, even after hours upon hours of non-stop fucking. His heavy, bloated balls were still chugging away, churning up more of his magically enhanced, hyper-fertile seed.
"So fucking sexy..!" Harry gasped in her ear as he held her petite but curvy body and fucked her snug ass for all its worth. He was just as lost in lust as she was, panting with need as he squeezed her tits and kissed and sucked on her sweaty neck. He breathed in her scent, her pheromones, with each breath driving him wild, urging him to fuck her harder.
WHAP~! WHAP~! WHAP~! WHAP~! WHAP~!
Ginny's meaty ass rippled under his brutal pace as he gave it to her hard.
Hermione was in front of her, supporting her fellow pregnant-bellied Witch by holding her in a loose embrace. She was flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to her skin. Her eyes watched lustfully at the look of sexual euphoria on Ginny's face.
"Haah... Gin..." Hermione murmured in a breathless gasp. There was something so enticing about seeing the exhausted, but delighted look of a Witch who had endured round after round of mind-blowing sex with Harry.
She leaned over, keeping her small, slender fingers dug firmly into the squishy fat of Ginny's huge, freckled boobies. She kept Ginny steady, so that Harry's brutal thrusts wouldn't cause her to fall on her precious, growing baby bump. Then Hermione planted a gentle smooch on Ginny's cheek.
"FUUUUCK~!" Ginny shrieked loudly, causing Hermione to giggle as she felt the redhead's squirting climax spray against her naked legs.
Hermione hummed in pleasure, feeling her own raw, freshly fucked pussy twinge in empathy. Then she continued showering Ginny's face with lingering kisses, feeling an intense, intimate connection with her fellow baby momma. Her lips trailed down to Ginny's freckled collarbone until they reached the great twin mountains of pale, juicy titty meat.
Hermione murmured again, licking her lips. Then, with a shuddering moan, she leaned forward to give Ginny's nipple a little nibble. The redhead was too busy getting her ass reamed to appreciate her affection, no matter how sensitive her nubs were, but Hermione didn't mind. She simply continued sliding her tongue around Ginny's tasty tits in a trance.
"Mmm... so big and soft..." She murmured, softly squeezing her fingers deeper into the cushiony tits. Hermione gently gave them a jiggle, moaning in appreciation, then latched her lips over one puffy, excited nipple, "Slrrrp~! Sho tashty~" Hermione slurred with her mouth full of boob, lacking all the grace of a proper witch. Her lashes fluttered with a delighted expression, as the sweaty pair of tits tasted like pure ambrosia to her, "Makesh me... thirshty..."
Ginny's eyes had been glassy in her stupor, hardly even recognising Hermione's presence other than clinging blindly to her shoulders for support. But then they shot open with a higher-pitched squeal as she felt a strong, sudden suction, followed by a persistent, repetitious motion squeezing into her breast by nimble, determined fingers.
"H-hermione..?!" Ginny gasped, then broke into a long, drawn-out moan, "Ooooohhhh~!"
Harry grunted as Ginny's body seized up in his arms. He felt her tight, stretched sphincter clench in a constricting ring around the root of his cock, like it was trying to hold him at bay.
Hermione continued sucking noisily on the puffy nipple of her freckled titties, "Slrrrp~! Pwuah..! I can't wait until these tasty tits start making milk💕 Just like Molly~"
With Hermione sucking on her teats and Harry pounding her eager asshole, Ginny squealed loudly and came.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, stood alone in the cold down one empty Hogsmeade street. The early morning light had just peaked over the horizon, and a gentle morning snow was floating down from the grey sky above.
The strict, no-nonsense Professor had her utterly captivating curves hidden away as usual, bundled up to keep warm in a modest grey coat.
"...the Enclave..?"
Minerva had never been in here in person, but she knew naturally about it. She was one of the most informed about the ongoings of Hogwarts, and that included much of the business of Hogsmeade as well. She'd been informed the property had been purchased and of the shockingly (Even for magic) quick construction. The fanciest building in the entire hamlet, which seemingly sprang up out of nowhere!
Yet she knew little about the owners... Only that they were Veela. A fact she had been informed of, due to the Veela's natural abilities to influence the mind. Potentially her own students.
She had also heard whispers, surprisingly inconclusive, that it was a shop. Yet she could not ascertain what it sold. Nor who it was selling to. There was no entrance, just a great metal gate and a high-walled perimeter. The building behind was more of a mansion than anything resembling a storefront, and was remarkably extravagant.
Minerva felt a cloud come over her heart.
All her worries and doubts seemed to reach a tipping point. The strange behaviour she'd noticed in her students, the sudden and alarming onset of pregnancies, and her own suspicion of something more sinister surrounding the ordeal.
Hogwarts had not had a pregnant Witch in a century, and all at once, they now host them by the dozen? It was alarming to say the least. Minerva couldn't possibly imagine a scenario that was not involving some kind of power enthralling her obedient students. Or worse, that her own beloved Witches had gotten their hands on some sort of illicit love potion and were dosing wizards until they gave in to desire.
No matter what it was, Minerva was convinced by now that it couldn't be good. So, in a bizarre circumstance, the most well-reasoned Witch on Hogwarts grounds felt completely justified in her decision to wave her wand and swing the large metal gate open. She strode toward the door with purpose, determined to discover what had befallen her students.
...
With the pregnancies involved, Minerva had fully understood that whatever business had been going on beneath her nose, it was most probably sexual in nature.
But she did not humour the thought of Wizards taking advantage of Witches. At least, not for long. It was nearly unthinkable.
What she expected, in most extreme circumstances, was to see naked wizards strapped to beds or chained to walls, while sex-crazed Witches under some spell or potion, attacked them like Succubi, draining all the 'lifeforce' they could squeeze.
What she did not expect... was a pile of naked, fucked-silly Witches with dopey smiles and creampied cunts, waiting for her inside.
Nor the singular MAN, who stood like a conqueror amidst all those sexually satisfied Witches. His naked, muscular figure was bare to her sharp cat eyes, as he pinned the last remaining, eagerly squealing slut beneath him in a thoroughly dominant, controlling position.
Minerva was so shocked she forgot to breathe.
Her sharp yellow cat eyes cut through the dim light and the subtle haze that filled the room, soaking in every last intimate detail.
She saw the angrily pulsing veins, each as thick as her finger, that stretched across a truly mind-bogglingly huge cock. One that seemed more fit for a Troll than a Wizard. She saw it slathered in sex juices, smeared with cum, and sticky with strings of fluids as it slapped loudly and lewdly into the squelching, soaked sex of a very happy Witch.
Minerva's mind completely shut down. She couldn't understand what she was seeing.
It was a wizard all along? Not a Witch..?
As she stared in her stupor at the broad-shouldered, well-defined musculature of this mysterious, huge dicked wizard... she finally saw him turn his head and got a look at his face.
'...Harry..?!' Minerva gasped, as her heart did a somersault in her chest.
His mighty, dominant hand was tight, veins visible, as he pinned some poor, hapless brown-haired Witch beneath him in a violent rut. The young woman's long brown hair was curled around his arm like a rope, leaving her completely helpless as he forced her down and railed her from behind like a beast.
The girl's face was half buried in a pillow, her glassy, unfocused eyes looking in Minerva's direction as if crying out for help.
...But with how wrecked she appeared, makeup smeared and ruined, and face half plastered in messy white semen, Minerva didn't recognise her.
But then Harry moved.
"Come here, you sexy slut..!"
His powerful figure hovered over her, and when he rose, so did she, entirely at his mercy. She was jerked up like a ragdoll and lifted like a feather by those well-crafted muscles. Strong, masculine hands dug into the squishy softness of a woman's plush thighs as her legs were pulled apart in a wide V and held aloft, not by magic but by this wizard's physical strength.
...and this wrecked, fucked silly and cum-covered Witch happened to be presented clearly in her direction. The dopey, lust-drunk grin on her face made her almost unrecognisable to the Professor, who held her in such high regard.
...But...
Minerva's eyes suddenly dilated, "No..."
The rosy-cheeked, sex-obsessed look on Hermione Granger's face, her prize pupil, was one that made her physically recoil. She felt as if she'd just been slapped.
Hermione's round belly was apparent.
'...She's one of them?! Poppy never informed me of this!' Minerva was greatly shaken. She had no idea that Hermione was one of the pregnant Gryffindors. The clever, innocent young Witch who had become her prize pupil... was acting just as wild and unrestrained behind closed doors.
She didn't have a clue... because Poppy was also victim, and Hermione had specifically asked her to leave out that little detail in her 'updates' to the Hogwarts administration. After all, Hermione was the one running interference regarding McGonagall. She used her sweet, innocent smile to convince their Head of House that their all-night orgies in the Gryffindor Female Dorm were just late-night study sessions... drawing Minerva's gaze away from their private paradise... and away from Harry Potter.
Finally, as Minerva stared helplessly, Harry slammed the curvy hips of the squealing Witch down on his massive cock with a great roar, "Gonna cum again..! Take it all you slut!"
"No..!" Minerva spoke in a hollow voice as she watched it happen.
The great pair of full, swollen balls visibly jumped as they pumped mighty, fertile blasts of rich, Witch-breeding seed into squealing Witch. Hermione went cross-eyed in a truly debauched expression as she screamed out her climax with a slutty grin on her face. Her quivering cunt greedily drank down the flood of potent wizard seed, and sprayed an arc of juices as she came hard around his massive manhood.
Minerva was enraptured by the sight, whether out of numb shock, utter horror... or something more shameful. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She saw his heavy, virile balls pumping utterly massive loads of thick spunk into Hermione's greedy cunt. She knew that if the Witch wasn't already pregnant... she would be now, without a doubt.
Despite how tightly clenched Hermione's tiny-looking twat was around such a massive log of a cock, it reached its limit. Her overly stuffed pussy made the tight seal of their joined sexes burst like a broken pipe, spraying an obscene concoction of creamy cum and sex juices beneath their union.
Minerva shamefully swallowed. Her sensitive nose was tormenting her with such an utterly lewd smell of sex, sweat, and semen. She felt an intense ache in her belly, as years of neglected urges bottled up tight threatened to explode inside her core.
"H-harry💕" Hermione weakly moaned, her flushed, sweaty face a total mess of ruined makeup, tears, and drool, as she clung to his neck. Her eyes fluttered with exhaustion, as if any moment she would pass into a blissful slumber.
Then, finally, Minerva felt herself come back to her senses. She was shocked and outraged, burying her secret desires with her concern for her pupils. In mind was a flurry, wondering what sort of magic or potion could have them enthralled. Her frantic mind quickly considered Harry to be under some dark curse or enchanted by some unknown artefact.
Because that thought was much more likely than the unbelievable spectacle of sex in front of her being the result of a normal wizard.
In a flash, her wand leapt into her hand as she shrieked, "What sort of debauchery is going on here?!"
...
Harry let out a chuckle as he patted Hermione's thick upturned asscheek. He had just gently laid the content, well-fucked Witch down in the pile of sexually satisfied Witches. Her dazed, drooling face was nestled between Ginny's freckled, cum-caked titties, while her hand slowly rubbed the roundness of her growing belly.
He slowly withdrew his beefy, cum-covered cock from her clenching tunnel. With Hermione's still quaking, clamping sex, it took the effort of pulling a sword from stone. Then his fat trunk slapped down, resting like a slumbering dragon between the two great pillowy expanses of Hermione's fat asscheeks. With his tip flaring and drooling a line of left over cum onto Hermione's slender back, he finally turned his head.
"Evening, Professor." Harry said cordially, wearing the same cheeky smirk that had earned him more than one stern look from his Head of House over the years.
"...Y-you..! Harry James Potter..!" Minerva blustered, red in the face and completely at a loss for words. She was trembling, her wand tip sparking, but she had yet to cast any fireballs at him.
Harry did not even flinch as she pointed her wand at him. It may have been arrogant, but he was truly unafraid. A component, or perhaps a consequence, of the Black Family's rituals had bestowed upon him, the rightful heir, the confidence of a lord. He felt fearless. Dominant.
Especially in front of such a sexy, enticing Witch.
He was unbothered because he'd done no wrong. They were adults, and all these girls were very consenting. In fact, he thought with a smirk, did Apolline leave the front door unlocked? Or did the naughty Professor actually break in?
He gave Hermione's doughy booty one last firm shake and rose to his feet.
The Professor baulked as he turned toward her. The sight of his taller, broader figure, with well-cut muscles gleaning with sweat, made her take a step back. Even in the dark, he could see her piercing yellow cat eyes trail across every inch of him. From his firm pecs, to his chiselled abs and powerful arms... all the way down the full, intimidating sight of his colossal cock, still hugely erect and now pointed at her.
A true monument to manhood and virility, that obscene club looked more fit for a Troll or an Abraxan than a man. It stood tall, still slathered in the sex juices of all her precious female pupils.
Her silence lingered, as he saw her nostrils twitch and her body shiver. He cracked a grin, '...I've always wondered if those cat-eyes of hers were real. If she has a cat's eyes, does she inherit other features as well?
That firm, unquenchable desire rose once again within him as he stared at her. Even in a modest grey winter coat, there was no hiding a body like that. Her curvy hourglass filled his mind with sexual desires. He imagined her yellow cat eyes looking up at him, as she crawled forward—a black collar with a golden bell wrapped around her neck fitted to a leash in his hand.
Harry felt hot for the teacher.
Hermione had once tried to reason with him that McGonagall was too risky. After all, if she resisted and expelled him from the Castle... then who knows how long it would be until Hermione had easy access to his cock again!
But while Harry had allowed Hermione to distract him with other pussy for a while, he wasn't so easily dissuaded. In fact, he was sure that damn near nothing could stop him from chasing down a sexy, curvy Witch he fancied.
After a few hot, steamy hours pounding his point into Hermione's agreeable pussy, her protests had melted away beneath him.
One of Harry's biggest desires since coming back to the Castle was finding out what kind of body his strict Head of House was hiding beneath those conservative robes.
It wasn't a matter of if... just when.
While Harry had been sneaking around beneath her notice, he wasn't really trying to be secret. After all, with so many Witches with swollen bellies following him around like love-struck schoolgirls, someone would eventually put it together.
So a confrontation between him and his stern Head of House was just a matter of time.
'But who could have figured she would come by this evening..!' Harry thought with swelling excitement, 'What a wonderful surprise for Christmas...'
"I didn't expect your visit this evening, Professor." Harry said with a light-hearted tone, "Did one of the girls send you an invitation?"
Minerva, still staring wide-eyed at his naked figure, snapped back to attention. With a brief exhale, she seemed to regain some of her composure and raised her wand tip once again, "Evening? You are mistaken. It's long since turned to morning, Mister Potter. When so many of my ladies failed to return to their dorms after an evening of celebration, it is my duty as Head of House to look for them!"
Harry just smiled, "Hahah, my apologies, Professor. I suppose we lost track of time, but that's to be expected on Christmas, right?"
Minerva's slender nose twitched, clearly still affected by the intense smell of sex in the room. Her eyes kept glancing past him, seeing the buxom, naked figures sprawled around, bent over couches and armchairs, with cum leaking from their open legs.
She cleared her throat and shifted her posture again, trying to maintain an air of authority despite her intense flush, "Enough. Explain yourself at once!" She snapped.
Harry's growing grin only seemed to further provoke her pointed look, "Explain myself? What is there to explain, Professor? I just enjoyed a truly unforgettable night with so many of Hogwarts' pretty ladies. We danced, had a few drinks... and some hot, passionate sex."
"...w-what..?!" Minerva looked startled by the way his innocent statement took such a steep turn.
Harry was still in a randy mood. While he was certainly feeling fatigue from a long night of rough sex and countless orgasms, he still had the magic of some potent Potions lingering in his body. That, combined with the swelling excitement of conquering a set of shapely, hyper-fertile breeding hips, was driving him full of desire.
He was enamoured with her.
He took a step closer and let out a breath, "You look simply stunning this morning, Professor."
"E-excuse me?!" Minerva was shaken up again by the raw passion in his voice.
"Your eyes are as mesmerising as always... but I have to say, that emerald eyeshadow makes them irresistible."
Her face grew hot while her strict look intensified, "Quiet! It's clear to me that you are not in your right mind..! If you cannot tell me how I can help you, then I'm afraid you leave me with no choice..."
Harry raised an eyebrow, just as the Professor's wand tip began to glow. To her surprise, he laughed again, "You wouldn't stun a naked, unarmed wizard, would you, Professor?"
She merely furrowed her brow in response and readied her wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Wha-!?" Minerva's eyes were filled with utter shock as a burst of red light came from an unexpected angle, and her wand was wrenched from her grasp.
...directly into the waiting clasp of Hermione Granger. The busty, exhausted Witch had risen on shaky legs. She was looking toward Minerva with a look still flushed with lust and excitement.
A look of betrayal and shock filled Minerva's face. She still found it hard to look, with the obscene sight of Hermione's naked figure.
"M-Miss Granger..!" She muttered with complete surprise.
"Professor~" Hermione said in the same, sweet tone she used every day in class, with her usual bright smile. She looked delighted to see Minerva standing there, "Oh, I'm so glad you came~ I'm sorry for disarming you... But I couldn't let you just hex Harry like that..! He's done nothing wrong."
Minerva was speechless, as the one Witch who seemed the most unlikely to break curfew or engage in such acts of indecency... had actually raised her wand against the Deputy Headmistress!
"N-nothing wrong?!" Minerva shrieked in her fluster of high emotion, "Look around you, Miss Granger! T-this is the biggest breach of conduct I've seen in all my years!"
Hermione gave a deep, lewd grin, "...Sex isn't against the Rules, Professor."
"...what..?" Minerva was surprised by her response.
Hermione giggled, "We've done nothing wrong. Sure, we're out of the Castle, but it's a Holiday. There's no curfew. As for all this..." Hermione gestured around to all the naked, well-fucked Witches, "Well, so long as it isn't in a public space, Hogwarts has no regulations against sex, Professor. We're all consenting adults, after all~"
"T-that is..." Minerva was at a loss. Hogwarts had maintained such a strict standard of manners, presentation, and modesty that she never would have allowed something like this. But as she thought deeply about the matter, she couldn't recall any such regulations Hogwarts officially enforced.
"R-regardless, it's a matter of decency!" Minerva declared, "And it's obvious you aren't thinking clearly, dear. Can't you see something is dreadfully wrong here?"
As she spoke, Minerva kept a hand held in front of her chest, no less on guard without her wand. Her eyes were keeping a close watch on Harry in particular.
Harry laughed at her, catching her by surprise, "What? Do you think I'm under some dark spell or something? Perish the thought, Professor. I'm of sound mind and body, I assure you... I just have a healthy libido."
"L-libido..?" Minerva repeated the word as if she couldn't understand it. Her brow furrowed as she insisted, "That's impossible... Wizards are incapable of-!"
Harry's vibrant green eyes took her breath away as he smirked at her, "...Don't compare me to ordinary wizards, Professor... My ancestors in the Black Family would be scorned."
"..Black..?" Minerva had a sudden spark of understanding. Her breath hitched as she recalled James Potter and his mother, Dorea Potter née Black. She also recalled James' unusual charisma and surprisingly tolerance, including Witches amongst his circle of friends, when most wizards kept separate.
She had also lived through the war... and vividly remembered when the Dark Lord had targeted the Black Family, and the way that Death Eaters had branded them all as blood traitors. No one knew what had Voldemort so enraged, but the Dark Lord had left no remaining men of the Black Family alive.
Other than Sirius, who had, in a tragic twist of fate, been framed and locked away in Azkaban, beyond the Dark Lord's reach. The only other remnants of the destroyed ancient family were the daughters of the late Head, one of whom was Narcissa.
"Black..!" Minerva said again in a daze. She had heard many whispers from ladies about specific traits of the Black Family's scions. Still, she had dismissed them as nothing but crass gossip of sexually frustrated Witches. If they were true...
"T-that's impossible." Minerva still insisted, "I-I mean, James never..! A-and to begin with, it was only your Grandmother that was part of that family!" She rejected the thought that this 'Black Family' had some extraordinary trait in their genes that could cause such a change in him.
Harry chuckled, "Mm. But as my great-grandfather Arcturus had said, when I found his portrait in our family home, 'The Black Blood runs thick!' Do you think I got my black hair from James? No, it was from my Grandmother... And as for everything else... Well, let's just say that James wasn't the Black Family's heir."
"..!" Her catlike pupils thinned as she stared at him, "And you mean to say that you are..? How could that..? S-sirius..? Dumbledore mentioned that you were staying at that old manor... Oh, what have you done, Sirius..?"
Hermione leaned against his side, pushing her heavy tits against his muscular chest. Her dainty, soft palm stroked the fat log of his mighty erection as she grinned, "Oh yes~ Believe me, Professor, I can attest..! He fucked his way through so many of us slutty girls tonight, it was simply magical~!"
Minerva looked struck by the sudden vulgar language spewing from Hermione's mouth. She sputtered, "L-Language, young Lady!" Automatically, despite how absurd the circumstances were.
Hermione grinned at her, "Lady..? Heavens no, Professor... I'm a Witch❤️" She giggled and looked into her Professor's eyes, still tugging at the massive, slick cock in her hand, "And just like any other... I'm a slutty... horny Witch, who gleefully jumps at the chance to open my legs for such an amazing, fat cock like this one..!"
Harry was impressed by the vulgar expression on Hermione's face as she gave an impassioned speech. She looked delighted to expose this side of herself to McGonagall, the woman she respected most in the Castle.
Hermione wore a sexy flush as she reached her other hand down to rub the round swell of her growing belly, "A Witch who was lucky to find such a big-dicked stud who is willing and capable of putting me in my place💕 A wizard who wasn't afraid of shoving my face down into the pillow, and railing my horny little cunt until I'm a drooling wreck twitching beneath him... or pumping my thirsty pussy full of his thick spunk until I was most assuredly knocked-up💕"
Minerva stood wide-eyed as Hermione's speech came to a close. She was visibly trembling, with her eyes drifting from the round baby bump to the sticky cum leaking between Hermione's thighs and the utterly satisfied smirk on her lips. Her breath was stuck in her throat, while her thighs were clenched tight, trying to ignore the heat burning between them.
"...M-my word..." Minerva muttered in her scandalised stupor. She was fanning her red face as she stared.
Hermione's lustful look trailed up and down the shapely curves of Minerva's buxom body. Her tongue slipped across her lips, as she struck Minerva with a few powerful words, "...Aren't you the same..? Professor?"
"..!" Minerva sucked in a breath.
Some time ago, Minerva had acknowledged that she had failed one of the most important challenges of a Witch. She had failed to secure a proper husband. When she was fresh out of Hogwarts, she had a brilliant future ahead. She became very accomplished and was not lacking in beauty nor the decorum expected of an eligible Witch.
But before she knew it, she was past the prime of her marrying years and still had found no suitor worth her time. Soon, she wondered if she had set her standards too high or had been too focused on her study or career. She was one of the most respected Witches in the Wizarding World, and yet she was without a partner.
Eventually, she gave up. She dedicated herself to Hogwarts and her students, distracting herself with work. She was strict with the young women under her guidance, ensuring that they were all polite, well-mannered, and had brilliant futures ahead of them. She did not allow any leniency for inappropriate behaviour from these young ladies in the halls or classes. All to ensure they did not risk ruining their chances of potential suitors among the young, eligible wizards of the Castle.
As for herself, Minerva was content in her role. She had found no wizard worth chasing, none that could match her mind nor wand. She had her urges as a Witch, just like any other... but she was aware that wizards were notoriously lacking in the bedroom, and placated herself. In her mind, she would be better satisfied by enchanted toys than by any wizard.
Her only regret was the Witch's strongest desire of all. She, too, longed for children of her own. However, she had long since come to terms with the matter. She was now past marrying age and even beyond the proper childbearing years.
But now...
She found herself standing in front of a real man for the first time. A young, talented wizard whose magic was thrumming in the air, singing to her. Her skin was tingling, and she felt an intense ache in her womb. Feelings spent meticulously locked away in the depths of her mind were beginning to resurface.
She stared at him in a daze, eyes lingering on the heavy-looking club of a cock jutting proudly from his groin. Hermione's hand looked tiny in comparison, with fingers stretched vainly as she failed to encompass his girth. He was handsome, magically gifted, and HUNG. Blessed by magic or nature with virility, a trait lacking in so many wizards, that allowed him to plant his seed in so many of the Witches under her tutelage.
Minerva McGonagall had never been so flustered. She felt faint, like she would collapse at any moment, as her heart fluttered like a Snitch's wings.