Harry's concubines (Chapter - 6)

18 March, 2006,

Ministry Of Magic,

09:20 A.M.

"Stupid, thick-headed, Neville Longbottom. Aagghhh! How could he take his gran's side? I'm supposed to be his girlfriend." Hannah Abbott hissed through clenched teeth as she got out from the elevator at Level 2 and stormed down the corridor towards the Auror Office. "Fucking hell," Hannah screamed in anger, as in her hurry, she didn't focus on her surroundings and her foot accidentally bumped hard against one of the cubicles in the hallway.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Bloody hell!" Hannah groaned as she lifted her leg in the air and gently probed her toes for any damage. Though it hurt like hell, it was nothing serious. A numbing cream would easily take care of the pain and any late bruising. Besides, it was all trivial compared to all her frustrations centered around her real target, her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, Neville Longbottom.

"Neville thinks he is so great. Like, he's doing the right thing by rejecting me. Ohhh! It's all his grandmother's fault. That old bint has him completely under her heels," Hannah continued as she resumed her march to her boss's office. Her fuming took the form of sour muttering as she went. "I don't know how but that old hag has to go now. I have to tell Neville that he needs to grow a spine and choose between me and his grandmother. What the hell was that bitch even thinking? Barging in Neville's room without any warning and stopping us from having sex. It took me so long to convince Neville that it's fine to have sex before marriage. But that bitch has now completely ruined it. For fuck's sake, it's 2006 now, you old fossil, not the 18th century. Couples can fool around before marriage. It's not going to end the world." The young blonde ranted as she entered Harry's office by slamming the door open.

Suspending her ranting for the moment, Hannah glanced around the office with a critical eye. She had half an hour to make sure that all the required files for today's cases and trials were properly documented and on Harry's desk before his arrival.

It took Hannah twenty minutes to finish checking all the paperwork. Finally, just as she decided to return to her desk outside of the office, her eyes landed on a grey coat falling off the back of Harry's chair.

Hannah circled around the desk and stopped beside the chair. She reached down and picked up the fallen coat from the carpet.

'Harry must have forgotten it last night'

Hannah thought absentmindedly as she dusted off the coat with her hand. The coat looked very familiar to her eyes. If she remembered it right, it was a gift from Hermione to Harry for his birthday. She had noticed that Harry would wear it once every week. Infact, it was one of the only garment that Harry had repeated for more than a couple of times. 'It's so soft. Like acromantula silk. No wonder Harry loves it.' Hannah thought as she ran her fingers through the soft fabric.

A thought, sudden and unwelcome, crept in through her mind. 'I wonder what Harry smells like?' Hannah let out a startled gasp at the inappropriate thought. 'What the hell was that?' Hannah wondered shocked as she shook her head to get rid of the thought. No matter how much Hannah tried to guess, she could find no clue as to why such a wild idea had even entered her head.

It took Hannah a few seconds to realize, that she was still running her fingers all over the coat instead of putting it back down on the chair. Shaking her head in frustration, Hannah moved to set the coat aside. However, her stubborn fingers just refused to loosen their grip.

Hannah struggled mightily to try to ignore the loud voice screaming at her from the inside as to why she couldn't let go of the coat. But it was all for naught and Hannah finally couldn't hide from the truth this time. It looked like that despite her hopes and prayers, her past crush on Harry Potter had not completely vanished.

Hannah's mind flashed back to her days at Hogwarts as she slowly started to acknowledge the amazing revelation. Like dozens of other girls at school, Hannah had spent days after days, gazing longingly at Harry from across the Great hall. Her best friend Susan Bones had been the only person who knew all about her huge crush on Harry Potter and she had even encouraged her to pursue him. But, Hannah had never been able to find the needed courage. She had always been a very shy person since her childhood. And before, she had even broken out of her shell, Harry had started a relationship with Ginny Weasley.

'No,' Hannah rebutted in her mind, not wanting to believe it. 'I don't want Harry anymore. I'm happy with Neville. I love him.' But even as she denied the emotion, deep down Hannah understood the truth. She was actually really unhappy with Neville. He was so boring and old-fashioned, just like she had been at Hogwarts. Hannah didn't want to be stuck in a dreary relationship. What she wanted was thrill and excitement, she wanted to be with someone a little dangerous, somebody who would sweep her off her feet.

Guiltily, Hannah's eyes darted back to the coat. She stared down at it for a long moment, biting her lower lip between her teeth. When she looked at it, Hannah could vividly picture Harry wearing the coat, with his muscles bulging deliciously against the tight-fitting.

Still uncertain about what she was doing, Hannah hesitantly buried her nose in the coat. Immediately, Harry's scent flooded her senses, and she had to swallow back a loud moan. 'How the hell does he smell so good? It's so unfair!' Hannah thought incredulously, as her legs suddenly felt weak, and she stumbled towards the office couch before her trembling knees could give out.

"Oh, God! Merlin, help me," Hannah groaned, conflicted, as she kicked off her heels and laid down on her back on the leather couch. Hannah quickly checked the clock on the wall, weighing her options. It was almost ten, which meant that Harry would not arrive at the ministry for at least another twenty minutes. Leaving Hannah with just enough time to pet her kitty.

With her mind finally made up, Hannah peeled off all the clothes on her body. Her shirt, bra, skirt and panties, all got tossed to the floor leaving her clad only in her socks. As the cool air raised goosebumps on her naked body, Hannah donned Harry's coat and closed her eyes. Harry's heady scent immediately drowned her senses and her thoughts started to spin wildly as her mind started to fantasize about all kinds of improper and naughty things.

Using her right hand, Hannah started gently rubbing her large breasts, moving her hand in small circles. At first, her touches were gentle and light, but when she reached her nipples, Hannah pressed more firmly, eliciting a throaty moan. The fact that the office was magically soundproof allowed Hannah the freedom to express herself while indulging in her fantasies.

Taking the now hard nubs between her right thumb and index finger, Hannah gently pulled and twisted. She used the fingers of her left hand to softly rub the undersides of her breasts, causing her breath to quicken and a hungry itch to start tickling down her lower belly.

Bringing the hand circling her breasts down, Hannah traced it slowly all over her toned tummy, while her right hand continued pinching her nipples. A beautiful smile came to the blonde's lips as her caresses grew firmer and she shivered with desire.

Hannah then leaned her head down and pressed her mouth against her breast, toying with her tongue and sucking on the skin. Meanwhile, her hands traveled down her stomach, past her bellybutton and right into the bristly patch of hair located directly above her groin. Hannah breathed harshly as the anticipation coiled in her abdomen thrummed through the rest of her body.

Hannah's heart thudded hard and fast against her ribs as her fingers slowly slid past her soft blonde curls and came to rest between her shivering legs. She gasped in pleasant surprise as her fingertips came in contact with her pussy lips, and she found herself to be a lot more wet than she had expected.

The horny witch happily sighed and started to trace the outline of her lower lips with her middle fingers placed on either side. Hannah's left hand then moved down to tightly grasp her thigh, squeezing the thick muscle there as her right middle finger pressed against her labia, searching to find the swollen bundle of nerves that had made her come hard in the past multiple times.

Hannah's fingers slipped up and down on her pussy, sliding past her wet folds and into her opening. 'Merlin, I'm so wet. I have never been so wet while thinking about Neville.' Hannah thought filled with guilt as she opened her wet folds and slowly rubbed her clit in small circles.

After she felt she had done enough foreplay, Hannah began to insert two, three of her fingers into your soaking heat. In and out they went, teasing and curling into Hannah's cunt so wondrously, while her thumb kept teasing her swollen clit.

Hannah's long blonde hair fanned onto the couch as she fucked herself on her fingers. Hannah's thumb on the other hand, worked hard on her increasingly sensitive clit: rubbing it hard and fast, back and forth.

Still, minutes started to pass and no matter how much or how fast Hannah moved her fingers, she was unable to find that tingling, spasming sensation that she had experienced before hundreds of times. Frustrated beyond belief, Hannah unclenched her eyes and was suddenly struck with the fact that there wasn't enough time left for her to get what she desperately needed. Not unless she wanted to risk getting caught by the very person of her desires.

As Hannah's mind automatically conjured up the image of Harry catching her in the act, she became wet again. Her arousal increased tenfold and it was like a raging fire had ignited deep inside her crotch. Hannah's face turned beet red as she realized that she had developed a new kink. Focusing on these thoughts of voyeurism, Hannah started to once again furiously massage her moist lips.

This time Hannah's ministrations seemed to work as she had desired. So, with hope burning in her heart, Hannah intuitively increased the pace of her fingers to an even faster rhythm. There was an immediate effect as Hannah's back arched off the couch in delight and the pleasurable bliss left her breatless. Hannah's hips also rose in the air, meeting her fingers with equal passion as her channel tightened rhythmically.

By now, Hannah was riding her fingers with abandon, pretending that they were actually Harry's dick fucking her pussy. Hannah's clit twitched against her fingers, and she took it as a sign that she was finally on the right track.

In no time, Hannah's fingers found her sweet spot. Furiously, she rubbed at the area, moaning and groaning in delight. Again and again, Hannah drove her digits deep into her sopping core, relishing in the heat that spread through her at the movements.

Unfortunately, too soon she came undone. A wanton scream tore through Hannah as she exploded, hard and fast, with cum steadily dripping down her cunt and onto the couch. The beautiful young blonde cried for almost a full minute as the waves of her orgasm washed over her body.

Hannah gasped for air, her body sweat slicked and flushed from the amazing release. Breathing in deeply to regain her breathing, she closed her eyes. A few minutes later, when the last of her orgasm has subsided, Hannah grudgingly withdrew her fingers from her love tunnel and licked them clean off her juices.

"Good morning, Hannah. I must say, this is a very nice surprise." Hannah jumped up in the air as the voice from her fantasies came from the direction of the door.

In a blur of motion, Hannah bolted upright trying to cover herself. Fear seized her body and she reluctantly turned her head to find Harry standing in the doorway with an enormous grin on his ridiculously handsome face.

"Oh! uh ... Harry, you're here! I, uh..w-well..." Hannah began and then immediately gave up trying to come up with something to justify the situation. There was no excuse for what she was doing, lounging across the couch in his office, with her hands dipped between her thighs. It was pretty clear that she was masturbating. "I'm sorry, Harry." She finally uttered, looking helplessly into Harry's eyes.

"It's nice to hear an apology, Hannah. But what I'm really curious about is why you're in my office, totally naked?" Harry asked as he moved towards the couch after shutting the door behind him.

"I just don't know what came over me, Boss. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am. Please, don't fire me, Harry. I promise it won't ever happen again." The words tumbled from Hannah's mouth, hardly coherent in her haste to explain herself. Green eyes, twitching with laughter fastened on Hannah's face, and a finger was pressed to her lips to stop her verbal train.

"Calm down, Abbott," Harry ordered quietly as Hannah looked at him from under a wave of blonde hair, a little pout of uncertainty on her lips. Harry's expression must have said it all because Hannah's labored breathing started to ease.

Harry put one finger under Hannah's chin and tilted her head up so that they were eye to eye. "It's fine, Hannah. There's nothing to be ashamed of, honey. Everyone needs a little wank from time to time," he said, stroking her chin gently with his thumb.

Hannah's throat felt dry, and there was a strange warmth spreading through her body, making her weak and suddenly she had to place her head against the couch to keep herself steady.

"Are you having any problems with Neville? Is he not treating you right?" Harry asked Hannah as his fingers trailed down and came to a halt just in the hollow at the base of her collarbone. "You don't have to stay with him, Hannah. If Neville's not what you want in a partner, then I'm sure you'll find someone else."

Hannah opened her mouth to tell Harry that he was wrong and that there was no problem between her and Neville, but she didn't get the chance to say anything as he suddenly kissed her, rough and hard, with his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth, taking control of her in a way Neville never had.

Hannah's head swam with sensation, her heart racing in a sick combination of guilt and lust. Hannah almost wondered if she was still in her bed dreaming up these things, but that was impossible. The way things had transpired this morning was not something Hannah could have ever come up on her own in a million years.

As Hannah's body started to melt like butter under Harry's soft lips, she wondered what she was going to tell Neville?