Chapter 1
Professor Dumbledore was gone. Banished from his position as Headmaster at Hogwarts by the order of the Ministry of Magic, signed into law by Cornelius Fudge himself, and Harry did not know whether to laugh or to cry.
The blithering idiot had as much as signed their death warrants, revoking Albus Dumbledore, the only man who was said Lord Voldemort feared, his place at the school right at the crucifix of the Dark Lord's return.
It was astounding to Harry, the ease at which both his and Dumbledore's plight had been turned into a bid for power, the murder of Cedric Diggory a price the Bastion of Light paid as a means to further his scheming.
Not even Veritaserum had been enough to help convince the Minister of Magic of the truth and Harry could not help but feel as though all had been lost.
Lord Voldemort had barely returned and already the Wizarding World was fragmented.
Ripe for the taking for any who wished of it.
Which was why he was finding it so strange to see his best friend so fucking happy. It honestly disturbed him more than the fact he had to likely suffer a year with whatever dimwit the Ministry appointed as Headmaster instead of Dumbledore, not to mention the hours-long interrogation sessions he was bound to receive for, as they put it, "being under the spell of a Machiavellian mastermind who had no regard for his self, his pupils and the Wizarding way of life".
"Hermione, what the fuck?" he asked her, grimace turned scorn sounding harsh upon his lips.
"What?" she replied, all innocence, but with that stupid fucking smile still gracing her features.
It truly bothered him, and it wasn't because it was so pretty. Wasn't at all because it made him want to pray at her altar, worship her as she deserved… Bad Harry!
"How can you be so happy? Professor Dumbledore is gone! We're truly and royally fucked! It's just a matter of time before Lord Voldemort makes a move and by then we'd all be dead because of that fucking moron, Cornelius Fudge."
"Language." Hermione reprobated just as the carriage door was opened and Ginny walked in, shining with excitement. The same excitement that afflicted his best friend.
"Mrs Malfoy! It's gonna be Narcissa Malfoy!" she exclaimed, gushing as, well, a schoolgirl.
The news seemed to appease Hermione, her earlier frown turning into a jubilant little smirk that left Harry wanting.
"Yes! Yes! God this year is gonna be so great! The only one better would have been Bella, and then only by a small margin." Hermiome raved, turning to Harry with pure joy in her eyes, much to his profound consternation.
"How can you say that? How can you- Voldemort is back, Hermione! I-He killed Cedric! I can't. I can't." Harry half-sobbed, words slipping through his mouth he did not wish to utter. "I can't lose you too."
Harry was not listening to her, trapped as he was in the Wizengamot, going over his near-death experience at the behest of the Council of Magical Law, his every word and facial expression scrutinized for deceit. Deceit that did not exist and yet was still found. It made him so furious to see the ease at which the Wizarding World's most affluent people stuck their heads in the sand.
"You said you believed me!" he croaked, not knowing what he would do if his best friend denied him as she did last year.
There hadn't been a more terrifying time for Harry. A more harrowing and lurid experience. He did not want to live through that hellish landscape again. Not even Voldemort, ghoul or teenage brat, had been as scary, and even Snazzy the Basilisk came second.
Harry was never going through betrayal again.
He'd rather die.
"I do. I do believe you, Harry." Hermione assuaged, her thumb brushing his cheek as she looked at him from mere inches away. "It's just that now that Dumbledore is gone... I can finally be free. We can finally be free." she said, turning her head at Ginny.
"I-What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"Well…", Hermione visibly gulped, blush rising in her cheeks. "Umm, I think it's best I just show you. It would be rather hard to explain..."
"Ok…" Harry worded, a little put off by the vagueness in Hermione's speech.
But when she stood up from her seat, hovering above him as a goddess before her acolyte, something inside Harry squirmed, making his heart beat rapidly in his chest.
He had tried not to find Hermione attractive, had tried to view her as a friend and nothing else, but the truth of it was that ever since the Yule Ball at the Triwizard Tournament, Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about her.
He tried. He really did, but there was just something magical about Hermione that made him want to slump beneath her and proclaim her his Mistress.
Mistress. As if he was some kind of sicko that needed someone to tell him what to do...
And now she was hovering over him, a sweet saacharine grin positioned oh so beautifully on her face, and Harry found he couldn't quite get the blush out of his cheeks.
The next thing he knew, Hermione's hand was reaching for her skirt, clearly on her way to reveal something that would shatter whatever illusion of friendship he still had left, and Harry suddenly found his hand on her own, barring her next move.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, face flushed.
"Giving you your birthday present." Hermione answered him, amused.
She was warm, her hand that is, and after a moment's hesitation Harry felt himself give in, his own fantasies and lust screaming at him to let this happen, and without waiting for Hermione's reproach, Harry himself undid her skirt, only to grow gobsmacked when he found a full six-inch cock, almost twice the size of his own, wrapped in her silk white panties before him.
It was a bulge larger than life, its very presence belittling whatever thoughts he had prior, and Harry found himself utterly enamoured.
"You have a cock." It wasn't a question.
"So nice of you to notice." Hermione jested, grinning at the hungry look in his eyes.
It was nice to know her instincts hadn't steered her wrong. That what she felt about Harry, for Harry, was a manifestation of his own desire and her willingness to comply. It made her feel good to realize the cornucopia of delights and pleasure she had dreamt about since she first laid eyes on the boy were about to be fulfilled. The agony of the last few years, when measured now, suddenly seeming not as daunting as they did prior.
"You have a cock." Harry voiced again.
Poor fool was gobsmacked. Which made Hermione feel a little bit better about herself, even if her rational mind knew his surprise had more to do with him seeing a cock for the first time on a woman than due to the size of it.
At least she still had more to grow, she consoled herself, cursing, yet again, the pesky thing that was her Copulae Ring.
God, did it feel good that Dumbledore was gone and that Narcissa Malfoy was going to replace him. With her at the helm, there was no doubt in Hermione's mind this year was going to pan out better than anything she could have ever dreamed of, and she had been planning to stake her claim on Harry this year. In the most erotic way.
"You have a cock."
"Yes, Harry, we get it. Now can you please get rid of my Copulae Ring? I feel like I'm going to go crazy if I don't get to cum soon. Two months without any relief is a little more than I can handle." she muttered, happy to note a sliver of cognizance appear in Harry's eyes.
"What's a Copulae ring?" he asked, carefully not looking at the cock before him. Carefully not eyeing the veritable bulge that made his heart squirm.
It was downright mouthwatering, and as much as some part of him wanted to recoil he couldn't help but think it the most beautiful thing he had seen since he got his first wand. The fact that it was Hermiome's did a lot to dismiss whatever shame, guilt or apprehension parts of his psyche threw at him, and Harry found his heart beating a mile a minute, a strange veneer of sweat coming over his features.
"God, I swear, Harry. Do you ever read?" Hermione mumbled, letting Ginny answer his question.
Ginny, whom he had forgetten was still in the carriage with them, and was now ostensibly gripping her hard cock on her own. A little smaller version of Hermione's, one that was adorned with curls of red hair at the base.
Some part of Harry felt he was in heaven. Died and whisked away.
"This is a Copulae Ring." Ginny explained, showing off a black obsidian ring engraved with golden runes at the base of her cock, the way with which she eyed it leaving no doubt in Harry's mind as to how she felt about it. "It's supposed to restrain our magic. Make it so that you boys will be safe from our more violent of methods." pearl-white teeth gleamed in her grimace. "It's mandatory to all girls at Hogwarts since Dumbledore's reign, but some part of me thinks that's gonna change from now on." she added, smile wolfish.
"That's not exactly correct, Ginny." Hermione admonished her, turning to Harry to explain further.
"While it is true that Dumbledore has been a bit stricter than most witches find necessary, what with him forbidding us from cumming while we wear it, at least not without fulfilling certain conditions, the origins of the Copulae Ring lie in the annals of history. It has been a part of a witch's identity since the first Wizarding societies, used as an aid to control a Witch's magic. You see, generally speaking, a witch's magic is far far more powerful than a wizard's, and since there is nothing more infatuating than a wizard's butt, you can understand the havoc wreaked if witches got to do as they pleased. Wizards would have been turned to cumdumpsters without any agency of their own, hexed and Imperio-ed to oblivion until civilization would have perished. No, the Copulae Ring is not necessarily a bad thing, it's just that Dumbledore took it a little too far. A witch's cum is one of the most addicting things to a wizard, and so Dumbledore felt it prudent no witch would ever cum without her cock inside another. That means no masturbation, Harry. No polishing our wands, no spanking the monkey and not even roughing up the witness. At least not so long as we wear the Copulae Ring, and since only a wizard can unlock it, you can understand why most witches get off with their dorm-mates. Or should I say within? At least until wizards in their class come of age and the thought of having sex is no longer the sacrilege it may seem, that is."
"Oh." Harry whispered, blush all encompassing.
"Now, I realize this is a lot to take in, and don't even get me started on what happened last year, but can you be a doll and unlock my cock from its cage? I've been dying to cum since the end of semester and I'm not averse to seeing my cock in all its glory, now that I have a wizard I can attend to."
Something from what she said registered to Harry's senses and he blinked, horrified to realize he heard correct.
"Did you just hint that you had more to grow?" he asked, staring at her six-inch cock.
Almost twice the size of his own.
"Well, yeah. The Copulae ring shrinks our size so it's more manageable for our dress-code. Which, apart from the fact that it limits our size when we actually want to grow, is still one of its only benefits. I mean, imagine if I popped a tent with my eleven inches? I would go through my whole wardrobe in a day."
"Eleven inches!?" Harry asked, hyperventilating.
"Yeah." Hermione mumbled, sheepish, not understanding the source of Harry's frown. "But Mcgonagall says I still have more to grow! Well, she said that stimulation by a wizard generally makes our cocks grow bigger, but I took it to mean that I'll be growing more. So don't worry, I'll be giving you every bit of it." she announced, a beatific smile upon her face.
Harry couldn't help it any longer.
He fainted.