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The corridor outside the charms classroom was full of students after dinner, most of them Ravenclaws returning back to their tower. Harry walked around a bit, feeling annoyed that Olivia was nowhere to be seen. Neither were Celine or any of the other girls.

Some Ravenclaws walked by him giving him odd looks. A few others said hi, such as Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein. Some of his sister's friends however – and there were many of them, Lisa Turpin, Padma Patil, and Michael Corner – gave him the cold shoulder. He did not care about the last one, he was one of those assholes who would only be friends with you on a good day anyway.

So Harry was just about to give up this whole farce entirely when suddenly a door opened behind him and someone grabbed him roughly and pulled him into the room, it was a small broom closet.

"Potter, calm down, it's just me," Olivia Nott said as she stared at the tip of Harry's wand, a curse halfway out of his lips.

"Damnit, can't you Slytherins behave normally and stop being so sneaky all the time?" Harry muttered, putting his wand back into his pocket. He definitely needed to get a wand holster one of these days. "Nice room you chose, Nott."

The broom closet itself was rather devoid of any brooms, instead there were just a few chairs and dusty boxes, containing equally dusty classroom supplies such as old textbooks and parchment. The room itself turned out to be very narrow, the width of it only enough for one person to walk in at a time.

Olivia put up a silencing charm and locking charm. There was a dim light emanating from a small brazier in the back of the room, so Harry noticed her face, she appeared a bit stressed. Of course he knew that he himself most likely looked just as stressed if not more so.

There was a rather awkward silence between the two of them as they looked at each other. "Potter, I'm sorry." She finally said. "I didn't know how bad things would turn out just because of one silly comment to Bletchley. Ugh, fucking loser."

"I'm not complaining. It's not every day a cute girl breaks up with her boyfriend just so she can be with you. Especially one so gorgeous."

"Shut it Potter," she had a smile on her face. "Anyway, Celine isn't happy with all of this right now either, it's drawing way more attention to her than she needs right now."

"More attention than she needs?" Harry asked, perplexed. "Maybe she should have thought of that before she paraded me around in front of the entire school as her slave?"

Olivia giggled. "That was the plan, but it did not exactly work out the way she wanted it to. I don't think any of us expected that you two would actually end up fucking." Her face had turned a bit red. "She told us every detail about it, it was the easily hottest thing I have ever heard."

"Glad you found it entertaining." He chuckled.

She walked closer to him, they were almost face to face now. She ran her fingers along his chest. "… so, we have a dilemma here. The whole school thinks we are dating. Is that something you are ok with, Potter?"

She was very close to him now. Harry could have moved his head forward by an inch and they would be kissing, and how tempting that was. Olivia Nott was easily one of the prettiest girls in the fifth year, along with Jasmine Rosier. Compared to them Cho Chang was actually quite average, now that he thought about it. Why in the world was he interested in the Ravenclaw in the first place?

As much as he wanted to just grab her and have his way with her, he knew that the subject they were discussing had to be resolved. "I'm not sure, Nott."

Surprised, she took a step back and leaned against the wall. "Am I not pretty enough for you?"

"Hardly, I would take you right now if the situation wasn't like this." At this she blushed, the red tint on her pale face a stark contrast to her dirty blond hair. "But let me ask you, do you want this, Nott?"

She gave him a small smile. "Well, I wouldn't mind personally, although I don't know if I'm quite ready for this yet. But Celine thinks we should make it official. She wants me to sit with you during lunch and hold hands and stuff."

He frowned. "… Yeah, that's the part I have a problem with."

"Why not? It'll be easy Potter. Everyone already thinks we're dating. We don't have to do anything in private if you don't want to. Although, I would definitely let you take me whenever you want." She blushed again.

He felt aroused at the prospect, her slender, sexy figure was achingly close to his. "It's not that I'm not attracted to you, Nott. But if we dated for real, it will be a disaster for both of us."

She looked unsure. "That's what I said to Celine, but she said it's only temporary, and she doesn't want-"

"Fuck what Malfoy wants," Harry interrupted, feeling a swell of anger within him. "Nott, if we made it official, both of us will be outcasts. No one in our houses will talk to either of us, and your brother will most likely try to kill me in my sleep or something."

She gave an annoyed sigh. "Yes, Theo is annoying… but he won't do anything, Potter. Plus, he listens to Draco anyway, who practically worships Celine, so don't worry we will make sure nothing happens to you."

"Your assurances are nice, but in the end I don't think us being together is a good idea. No offense at all to you. It'll be good for Malfoy your leader, but you do realize you are basically taking the hit for her, right?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes… I do realize that."

"And I'm going to be even more of an outcast than when everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin. And I'm sure you're a wonderful girlfriend, Nott," he said, trying hard not to sound sarcastic, "but sometimes the situation just doesn't work, especially when it's forced upon both of us like this."

Olivia sighed. "What do we do then, Potter?"

"Kill the rumors." He said simply. "First, tell your brother that we never kissed, and that it was just an empty threat. I will also tell my 'friends' this, and that we are not dating, never planned to date and there is nothing going on between us. And it will be a good idea for us to stop interacting at all in public, at least for the next few weeks."

She mulled it over for a few seconds, and then nodded. "That sounds doable. Although, I think Celine might be disappointed," she watched the expression on his face, "and not for the reason you think, Potter. I mean, her forcing me upon you does seem kind of manipulative, but you have to realize it's all because she likes you. She wants us to maintain a connection with you since she herself can't really be seen doing so in public."

"… Yeah I know." He sighed. Things were not always black and white, and his feelings towards the Malfoy girl was changing a bit since two days ago when he left her room after that X-rated morning.

Olivia stuck out her tongue. "It is a shame too Potter, because I was actually looking forward to some aspects of our relationship."

"Really now… such as?" They were still in very close proximity together.

"Well, your massages for one."

"Ha. I wouldn't mind doing that for you."

Her eyes widened in excitement. "Really? You would?" She looked as if Christmas had come early.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah why not. Despite all the trouble you caused me, I still appreciate the fact that you gave up Bletchley for me." He smiled. "Maybe I can still give you massages in private."

She looked positively delighted. "Okay, hold on." She took off her robes in such a speedy manner that one would have thought they were on fire. Soon she was in just her violet-laced panties, topless and beaming at him.

Harry tried hard not to stare at her gorgeous chest and figure. She was a bit less curvy than Celine Malfoy, but probably closer to his sister in body shape. The fact that Olivia reminded him of Eve made her appeal to him even more.

"What?" Her hands were on her hips, blushing as she looked around the room. There were some dusty boxes near them. "I guess I can lay on top of one of these, although they're kind of dusty."

"No, let me take care of that." With one wave of his wand he transfigured the box into a small, cushy mattress, which barely was able to fit in the tiny broom closet that they occupied. With another wave he transfigured a few smaller boxes into pillows.

She beamed at him. "Not bad, Potter, someday a girl would be very lucky to marry you."

He laughed. "Shut up and get on the bed, Nott."

She plopped herself on it, breathing out a sigh of relief and tiredness. "This is more comfortable than it looks."

Sitting on the bed, he began rubbing his fingers through her shoulders and neck, causing her to moan in happiness and pleasure.

"Oh Merlin, that feels amazing." She sighed contently. "I've been so stressed these past few days, this is definitely the best part."

At one point, he pressed his magic-infused fingers against both sides of her neck for a few minutes, which caused tremendous relaxation for the Slytherin fifth-year and she was soon purring contently.

It was also hard for him to try not to stare at her naked back, and her cute butt, clothed only with a small pair of panties that could easily be ripped off or pushed to a side… and the moans coming out of her mouth were not helping things either.

Just like a few nights ago, Olivia soon turned around and looked at him with desiring, lustful eyes. She latched onto him, pressing her naked figure against his as she looked up into his eyes.

"Potter, I was also looking forward to some of the more… physical aspects." Her breath was hot in his face, as she leaned against him, rubbing her topless slender figure against him. Looking into her pretty, mesmerizing light blue eyes, he felt torn. He could not deny that she radiated a sort of provocative sexuality that excited his mind in all sorts of ways.

He sorely felt tempted to just give into his urges and take her right there and then, but then he thought of Eve, his sister, and her smile, her playfulness, her love. If only he could get all of that back.

"I can't, Nott," his voice was shaky with lust, "I can't let myself be distracted sexually by you girls anymore."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You let Jasmine blow you this morning." She complained. "And you fucked Celine and came inside her 10 times. Why can't you spare me a little bit. Please don't make me beg for it."

He shook his head. This was not turning out the way he thought it would. That fight he had with Eve, earlier, he said he would be able to control himself. But that was always easier said than done.

"I said no, Nott. I have to go, umm, study." He nearly smacked himself. He could imagine Eve's face right now, mocking him for his pathetic attempts at rejecting the Slytherin girl's advances. "And I bet you enjoyed every second of it."

"That's not even a real excuse! There's no tests until the end of the month." Olivia complained, looking up at him while propped on her elbows.

"Damn, you're right. Still, no means no." Harry said, looking away, because the longer he stared at her the more heated desire he felt. "I have to go now."

Suddenly, she climbed off the bed and kneeled on the cold, concrete floor, wrapping her arms around his lower body. "Please don't leave, Potter. I know you are tired of us trying to seduce you, but really, we're not trying to hurt you. After that night when we kissed, well, I wanted you, I was actually looking forward to being your girlfriend."

He looked into her desperate, genuine eyes as she latched onto him. "Jesus Christ Nott, what the hell are you doing? You're not acting like the Olivia Nott I know."

"I'm still Olivia… just another girl going for what she wants." She said softly, and in that lonely position, she looked more innocent and vulnerable than she ever had before.

His eyes widened. Here she was, a Slytherin fifth year, kneeling on the cold concrete floor and begging a Gryffindor underclassman to be with her, throwing away all her inhibitions and potentially suffering monumental rejection.

Whereas, he could not even bring himself to do whatever it takes to get Eve back. He shouldn't have told her the truth in the first place, he realized. All of this could have been avoided if he had simply concealed the secret, like Celine had done. In order to get what he wanted, he should have been willing to do anything and everything to keep her in his arms, even if it was just for another day.

He turned his attention to the girl kneeling in front of him. "Nott… you are a great girl, but I just can't be seen dating a Slytherin, at least not right now."

"No one has to know!" She pleaded, nuzzling her head against his crotch (which was not helping at all in terms of keeping his mind pure). "I can be yours in private. You can take me whenever you want, I already told you that. And I'm not trying to manipulate you or anything."

It was very hard to think straight when a gorgeous girl was at your feet offering herself to you. The kind of scene that only happened in Dudley's porn movies and Eve's erotic novels (he knew she read them, even though she always denied it and tried to hide them from him) was playing out right in front of him.

The part of him that urged abstinence on behalf of Eve was no longer voicing its concerns as fervently. He could not get Eve back through simply offering himself to her again and again, that road was already shut. There was no point in continuing across a bridge that was already destroyed.

But here was a new bridge, ready to be built. Perhaps he just needed to move on, as she had.

Taking a deep sigh of breath, he spoke. "Nott… ok. If no one knows about us, I'll be with you on one condition."

"Anything." She said, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Harry stroked her face with his hand. "You have to be my slave from now on. And follow everything that I tell you to do, sexually or otherwise."

Her eyes widened with excitement as she considered his proposition. "What exactly do you mean otherwise? I can do sexually for sure." She said eagerly like a puppy waiting for a treat.

He smiled. "That just means small things such as helping me dispel this dumb rumor. Oh and being my informant in the Slytherin house. You will tell me everything that is going on, especially with the Malfoys."

"I was going to do that anyway." She said. "You are my master now, Potter. You can tell me to do whatever you want."

Throwing away his inhibitions, he felt emboldened and said, "Good. Then in that case… how would you like to be fucked today, slave?"

She looked up at him with adoring, worshipping eyes. "Fuck me in any way you want master, in any hole you want. I don't care which one of my holes you fuck, you can come inside all of them."

These words were turning Harry on like nothing else, seeing the naked Slytherin girl kneeling on the ground before him, rubbing and massaging his increasingly hardening member until the point where he was at nearly full mast.

"Are you sure slave? If we move forward I won't hold back on anything."

"I am your slave master. You can do whatever you want to me. You can come inside me whenever you want, from now on, I'm just a bucket for master to come in."

"Fuck," he whispered, the erotic closeness between him and Olivia overpowering him. "Slave, unzip my pants." He ordered, feeling tremendously powerful.

She smiled brilliantly. "Yes, master." She unzipped him and took out his member, it was literally a piece of steel at this point.

"Wow," she lightly flicked her tongue against his tip which was now soaked in pre-cum. "Master is so long and hard. May I suck on this?"

He nodded, his mind drenched with lust.

Without hesitation she plopped his wand into her salivating orifice, immediately encompassing him in a very hot, moist, and soft environment. He couldn't believe how good it felt, really this sort of feeling should be banned, perhaps the church was right after all.

And the way she was staring up at him, with her slavish light blue eyes, as she rolled her tongue around his shaft, barely able to keep him in her mouth as she salivated and sucked on every inch of his mast.

"Fuck Nott, that feels good." He grunted, as she tried to put him as deep into her throat as possible. She was not as naturally skilled as Celine had been, as she fumbled around a bit, but he was not about to complain.

She choked a bit after trying to put more than half of his length into her mouth, which caused him to worry and he gently moved her head back and his member out.

"Sorry, master," she mumbled, saliva and his juices linking him to her, as some of it fell onto her naked breasts and then dripped onto the ground.

"It's alright, slave. Don't take too much if you can't handle it." He ran his hands through her hair, her dirty blond streaks smooth and soft to the touch.

She shook her head. "You can make me choke if you want, master. Just hold my head against you, it's ok even if I start choking, as long as you are enjoying yourself." With that she engulfed him again into her mouth, trying to get as much of him in as possible.

His urges quickly overtook him as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pressing her head against his crotch as his member dug deeper into her throat. Soon she began choking, as saliva and his milk fell out of the sides of her mouth.

He kept his hands pushed against the back of her head, and all she could do was look up at him with her loving, slavish light blue eyes now gleaming with tears as she continued to try to pleasure him.

"Mmmmawawhphhk" she moaned and coughed as he continued drilling into her throat.

He didn't know what to make of this act. It felt cruel, disrespectful, and unfair, as Olivia was already kneeling on the cold floor almost completely naked and pleasuring him, and it felt somehow wrong to make her suffer like this.

So he let her off, causing her to take a deep breath of fresh air, as she had slobbered all over herself and his mast. It was dirty and her upper body was now littered with their collective juices and yet it turned him on to no end.

Apparently she looked thrilled to have been treated this way because she immediately took him into her mouth again, this time she her hands around his behind and pressed him into her as much as she could, choking and slurping all the while.

"Slave, that is amazing." He said, unable to keep his eyes off of her gorgeous face stuffed with his meat.

Harry could not hold it in anymore, and he burst inside her throat, not even able to feel how deep he was inside her orifice. But his seed came out in spurts that drenched her entire mouth, with plenty of it coming out of her mouth and spilling onto the floor.

She tried to swallow as much as she could, but midway through she began choking, causing his juices to leak out of her orifice. And yet, she kept him in her mouth as she tried to lick and suck everything back into her mouth. This was by far the messiest blowjob he had ever had, both Celine Malfoy and Jasmine Rosier were relatively clean with their fellatios. Celine in particular was able to swallow more than Olivia.

And yet, when finally his wand finally exited her mouth, she was looking at him with blissful, adoring and erotic eyes and a semen-filled smile.

"You really are delicious, Master," she licked him and swallowed some more. "Now which one of my holes do you want to fuck?"

He picked her up and kissed her, tasting her mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, their lips locked aggressively as he put her against the bed.

"Spread your legs, slave." She did and he ripped off her violet panties, revealing her wet and soaking pink rosebud to him.

He entered her with a gasp from both of them as she reveled in the strength of his mast and he delighted in the warmness and tightness of her womb. His legs were on fire now, they wanted nothing else than to start slamming into her as hard as he could.

She beamed at him. "Master I thought you should know… you just took my virginity."

"Really?" He blinked. Jasmine said the morning before that she was not sure about Olivia.

"Yes, master. Now that you've taken that, everything else I have belongs to you."

xXx

Three hours later Harry exited the broom closet in a daze. Olivia, his new 'slave,' had left ten minutes earlier, after they had scourgify-ed everything and de-transfigured the room back to normal.

He had fucked her in every single position he had done with Celine, and penetrated all of her, even through the back door which was both of their first time. Like before, he lost track of the number of times he came.

However, what kept him going was not lust or Olivia's enthusiasm or her debasing herself, but rather it was the thought of Eve, screaming at him about how he had betrayed her. And so every time he had penetrated Olivia, felt like a massive relief, a way to pound away his stress and his regrets.

Unlike with Celine, Harry's tryst with the Slytherin 5th year was more physical-based than passionate. They simply needed each other for sex, for him a way to "fuck away" his problems, and for her, a desire to be debased and treated like a slave, or in her words, a "cum bucket." Which, judging by the number of times he came inside her, she would be filled with his seed for the entire day.

Re-entering the Gryffindor dormitory, he noticed that Ron, Seamus, and Dean were huddling close together, discussing something that sounded awfully like "traitor Potter is now dating a Slytherin." Neville was in his bed, reading a herbology textbook.

Noticing him the three of them glared at him, Ron saying "What are you doing here, traitor? Shouldn't you be in the dungeons with your snake of a girlfriend?"

Harry sighed. He would like nothing more than to punch his once former best friend in the face, but he realized earlier that nothing would come of it. "Ron, listen, I was joking earlier, we're not actually dating."

"That's a lie, Potter," Dean said coldly. "You kissed her, we all know about it." So now they were calling him Potter now instead of Harry. How friendly. He resisted the urge to do the same.

"Believe whatever you want, Dean." Harry said, climbing into his own bed. "The kiss was part of a stupid bet, I already told Ron that. I notified Olivia Nott that I simply can't date a Slytherin. Because my 'friends' won't allow it."

Ron looked dumbfounded. Most likely he had spent the past three hours plotting with Dean and Seamus trying to make life as terrible for Harry as possible. Now all of that time was basically wasted.

"Blimey, mate." The Weasley boy said, his voice apologetic now. "That's… that's great! You did the right thing, man, we were afraid that she was going to corrupt you." Seamus nodded in agreement.

Inwardly he rolled his eyes. "No chance of that happening. Now I'm going to sleep, if you guys don't mind."

He climbed onto his bed, which felt awfully big now, without his usual bed companion.

"Good night, Harry." Ron said, his tone friendly now. "Hey, tomorrow's the weekend, we should go and fly around the Quidditch pitch, since no one's using it anyway! I want to use your Firebolt again."

"Sure thing mate." Harry responded, before turning over and closing his eyes in exhaustion.

That night, his dreams were restless, filled with the visual of two unidentifiable blonde girls, one with platinum blonde hair, one with dirty blonde hair. Both of them were on their knees, fighting with each other to pleasure him and he could do whatever he wanted with him.

There was another girl watching, but she did not participate. A girl with dark red hair, she merely looked on impassively, without approval or disapproval, but only with apathy of the highest order.

xXx

It was dark, probably early morning. For some reason he was awake, then suddenly he realized that someone had climbed into bed with him. He could not see anything.

"Shh. It's just me." It was Eve. "I can't sleep at all without you. Can we sleep together still?"

"Oh... Eve, of course." He opened his arms to allow her to climb on top of him, as she rested her head against his chest. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her, savoring the warmth and comfort that her body brought to him.

"Don't do anything Harry. We're just siblings now."

"I know. I wasn't going to."

"Good night bro." She mumbled, as she fell asleep almost immediately.

Excitement and joy spread through him as he held his sleeping sister in his arms. Even though they could not go back to what they were before, at least this was much better than nothing.