Harry came out of the vanishing cabinet's pair. After stumbling briefly on arrival, he came to terms with his surroundings quickly. They were familiar.
The headmaster's office.
Harry thought that might be the case when he was planning this operation. Dumbledore had a tendency to keep powerful and dangerous items close to him. The shelves of his office were full of devices like his Pensieve that were probably worth a sizable fortune.
The cabinet that Draco Malfoy repaired was now occupying a spot behind Dumbledore's desk, pushed back near the window. Harry tumbled out and collected his breath while scanning the surroundings. It was a good thing he bothered to lure Dumbledore out of the school for just this reason: the office was empty, and if there were any alarms on the cabinet then Dumbledore wasn't close enough to act on them.
Harry got up, breathing a deep sigh of relief, only to find himself holding a staring contest with two beady avian eyes.
"Err… Hey, Fawkes," Harry said, touching his hand to his wand.
He hadn't yet had the chance to don his cloak. And even if he had, Harry held serious doubts about whether it would fool a being like Fawkes.
"I only have good intentions," Harry promised. "I know I don't really get along with Dumbledore anymore… But we're still cool, right?"
He was extremely hopeful that the phoenix would listen; the basilisk's fate in his second year was a very fresh memory. He did NOT want to fuck with a bird capable of gouging eyes out that easily.
Fawkes made a strange sound, shook his head around, and then turned around on his perch. He tucked his chin against his plumage and went to sleep, the way he had been before Harry's arrival.
Less accommodating were the portraits of past headmasters. Some were sleeping, a few of the frames were empty… But others were glaring at Harry, diagnosing him as an intruder.
"You! Brat! Who said you could be here?" demanded a woman with a sharp nose. "When the headmaster gets back, he'll punish you MOST severely! ALBUS? ALBUS WHERE ARE YOU? INTRUDER, INTRUDER!"
Harry wrapped himself in his cloak and ran out of the room, practically leaping down the stone steps outside, his ankles briefly flashing into view as he ran. When he hit level ground, he slowed down his pace and stayed completely invisible, beginning his journey across the school.
He'd held discussions with his team before embarking on this mission about what the horcrux was likely to be. All signs pointed to Voldemort favoring old and valuable items, probably to stroke his ego by linking them to himself.
To Harry's surprise, Luna had suggested an expert he was on good terms with. Apparently, Hogwarts had a resident history buff OTHER than Hermione and her beloved copy of Hogwarts: A History. Now it was a matter of finding said expert.
Ordinarily, tracking one person down in all of Hogwarts would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. It could have taken all day, or longer. Luckily, Harry had a cheat code.
The Marauder's map led him straight to a study room close to the Ravenclaw tower. He made the entire trip under the cover of his cloak. When he pushed the door open, he saw the girl in question studying by herself.
Harry approached her with his cloak still on. His steps were silent, mostly out of habit. He wasn't really trying to sneak up on her, so he said her name. "Cho."
"Wah!" Cho shrieked, falling backwards out of her chair.
Harry winced as she hit the ground. Cho groaned. She sat up while looking around, flinching slightly when Harry removed his cloak.
"Merlin, Harry! I thought I was hearing voices!" Cho said. "What are you doing here?"
The beautiful Asian Scott was wearing a skirt, thigh high socks, and had a sweater on with the Ravenclaw insignia over the left one of her significant tits. She had, if anything, become more beautiful over the time since Harry had seen her… Although maybe that was his old crush talking for him.
"I'm here on a mission for the ministry," Harry said. "Although if any professors ask… Of course I wasn't here."
Cho was a smart girl. She understood what he was saying by the time she'd pulled herself up, patting down her skirt against her blue stockings.
"A secret mission. But why'd you come HERE?" Cho asked.
"Becaues I need your help," Harry said.
He noticed that Cho immediately started to smile.
"Voldemort has hidden an important item somewhere in the school," Harry said. "I need to find and destroy it. The problem is, I don't know exactly what the object is."
"A mysterious, hidden relic… I can probably help with that," Cho said. "History is my passion. You know, other than quidditch."
Harry HADN'T known about her affinity for the subject, not until Luna (her housemate) had informed him of that trait. He was grateful to have found out about it. With Cho's help, he'd feel a little bit less like he was grasping in the dark.
Before he could say anything, Cho came toward him. She touched the front of his ministry robes, running her fingers down the front in a way that painted a pretty clear picture about where things were going.
"I'm more than willing to help you… But my help doesn't come cheap!" Cho warned him. "How urgent is this secret mission?"
"I should have all day, if I need it," Harry admitted.
Dumbledore would know that he was in the school, but without a tool like the Marauder's map he would struggle to locate an invisible Harry.
Combine that with how well Harry knew the castle, and he could always spend the night in the Room of Requirement if he had to.
That gave him plenty of wiggle room to, shall he say, win Cho's aid.
Cho tightened her grip on his robes, beginning to pull them open to get to his chest underneath.
"It's been a LONG time since we saw each other. Even when you were here, we didn't see much of each other…" Cho pushed Harry's robes back over his shoulders, so that they'd fall down to the floor. "Did you ever think about how hard that was on me?"
Cho dropped straight to her knees in front of him. Harry showed a little bit of his developing magical might by closing and locking the door without drawing his wand, which had hit the floor with his robes.
Cho pulled off her sweater, taking the undershirt off with it in one motion. Cho's breasts were large compared to her body; not the way that Hermione, Fleur, or Lavender's tits were, but still big enough to really sink your fingers into. Harry was reminded of this as he looked at her cleavage. The reminder became even more stark when Cho quickly removed her bra, going topless.
She grabbed Harry's boxers and pushed them straight down to his ankles, freeing his other "wand". Cho looked up at it, licking her lips.
"Yes… This is what I needed," Cho said, running her finger down his meat.
"Did I neglect you?" Harry asked. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. Make up for it now, with all your might," Cho said huskily.
The Asian beauty closed her eyes, spread her thin lips, and started jamming her head down Harry's cock desperately, pushing herself to the point of gagging… Then past it. Cho's choking quickly became a feature of the blowjob as she repeatedly stretched her throat around him. "GULK! GULK! GULK!"
Harry moaned and put his hand gently on the back of Cho's head. There was absolutely no reason to push down even if he'd been the type to selfishly make himself feel better; frankly, no amount of pushing could make Cho go harder than she already was.
Her lipstick was a reddish pink, Harry noticed, which was apparent as it smeared all over his meat. Cho's eagerness and her all out approach quickly turned her face messy, saliva running down her chin and dripping onto the tits that Harry had admired, which were bouncing from how ferociously Cho was bobbing her head on him.
She suctioned her lips, hollowing out her cheeks to an extreme extent. Cho was able to make it a little bit over halfway down Harry's dick, which was still enough to make her choke. Understandable, given his sheer size.
Throughout it all, Cho refused to use her hands. She kept them busy with other things. First, she reached down and unclasped her skirt. She peeled it off of her body and threw it, where it landed on top of the book she'd been reading when Harry arrived.
Cho was left kneeling in front of him wearing nothing except for Ravenclaw colored thigh high stockings and a skimpy thong that barely managed to cover her pussy lips, and did nothing to block her thick and athletic ass.
"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUUUUUUCK!" Cho said, tears falling from her eyes to go with the spit running off her chin.
She turned her hands to a new task. Even as tears trailed from them, her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she served Harry. She made two peace signs, holding them up and making Harry feel like he was starring in a low budget porn video. The utter persistence Cho showed in sucking him off certainly could've convinced him that she was getting paid for this.
Well, in a way, she WAS getting paid. Cho made it explicit what she wanted when she (somehow) sensed that Harry was getting close to cumming.
"All over my face," Cho purred in a commanding voice. "We'll call that the price of our deal."
She had pulled back, shutting her eyes and opening her mouth as far as her jaw could unhinge. She kept making those peace signs as she awaited her "payment". Harry grasped his dick to finish the job.
Cho had brought him right to the cusp of cumming. All he had to do was give his meat a few jerks and make sure the aim was accurate.
For a moment, Harry found himself reminiscing on years passed, back when Cho had been his first innocent crush.
She'd seemed intimidating and uncapturable back then. She was older than he was, beautiful, got good grades and played quidditch on par with the best of them. She'd been like a dream.
She was still dreamy, although now it was in a very different way. Cho happily accepted Harry's cum all over her face. Some went in her mouth; most hit her cheeks and eyelids and forehead. It dripped down to join her spit on her breasts. Cho cracked her eyes open when it was safe to do so, beaming because of what Harry had given her.
"Shall we search for that artifact now?" she asked.
She cried out and giggled when Harry descended on her, flipping her around and bending her over so that her thong clad ass was the highest point on her body.
He intended to deliver a line about how he didn't plan on neglecting her any longer—a sentiment that would certainly have been both sweet and arousing—when someone came directly through the door that he had locked.
Not in the sense of breaking it down. No, this woman (who was also beautiful, albeit with haughty aristocratic features) floated through the door with her intangible body.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed the Grey Lady. "Students having SEX in my favorite reading spot!"
Cho squawked and started to turn around, then thought better of it. Audience or not, being bent over was exactly where she wanted to be, and she wasn't going to jeopardize this appointment with Harry's penis.
"Just fuck me!" Cho gasped. "I don't care if she watches!"
"Sorry," Harry apologized to the ghost. "I've got to keep her happy somehow."
He slid Cho's thong out of the way like it was a rubber band (which would've been about the same width, frankly). Harry grabbed Cho's narrow waist and slammed into her from behind, clapping her cheeks in a way that made her bend her back, a startling moan tearing from her lips: "Nnnngha!"
The Grey Lady didn't flee, but instead watched with dismay… Or maybe something else.
"Oh, my…" she said. "Oh my! Oh my!"
She sounded a bit like a broken record, but as Harry and Cho began to fuck in earnest, one thing was clear: the ghost of Ravenclaw House had no intention of leaving.
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