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The Seducer System (Harry Potter)

Author: Percypendragon3

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Chapter 1: The Second Life

Chapter 1. The Second Life

Where the fuck am I?

The last thing I remember is backflipping in front of my girlfriend. We had a bet, you see. She said she'd let me squeeze her boobs if I managed to do that. And like any healthy sixteen-year-old boy, the offer was too good to pass, doubly so since my excited lower head had drained all the blood from my reluctant upper head.

Unfortunately, it was my innocent head that paid the price for the stupidity of my bone head. If I am right about it, I broke my neck trying to impress Sarah, literally. I fucking landed on my neck and croaked like a loser.

Talk about dumb ways to die. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Objectively, it is hilarious; subjectively, it is the saddest tragedy to ever exist.

At least I didn't break my dick. Now, that would've been more embarrassing than death itself. I would've gotten famous as Noboner or something. My entire school would've bullied me to death for being cockless. Not that I can make use of my intact dick in this condition.

Oh well, let's see how this after-death experience goes. I have never committed a major sin or anything, so I am pretty sure I'm going to heaven, or whatever equivalent afterlife good guys get.

Presently, all I can see is white. And 'see' probably isn't the right term since I don't have a body or eyeballs… or anything for that matter. Before I can lose myself in semantics or worse—an existential crisis, a monotonous voice breaks me out of this reverie.

Want to install the Incest mod?

… What the fuck?

[Incest Mod] installed.

Hey! I didn't agree to anything—

Want to install the God mod?

Yes! Yes! Whatever that is!

[God mod] not installed at the request of the gamer.

I said yes, you stupid cunt!

Deleting the Gamer's memories…

Oi! That's taking it too personally. I'm sorry! Don't do—

Loading Game files...

Preparing to insert the gamer...

Character loaded.

Soul reborn.

Enjoy your second life, gamer.

~xXxXx~

"You listening?" Iris snaps her fingers, her green eyes narrowed and a cute pout adorning her face. Usually, I would roll my eyes at her attempt to look adorable and harmless, but I'm too dazed to make that effort.

I flinch at the sound before blinking and looking at my younger sister. "I am."

"Would you mind repeating what I just said then?" She smiles sweetly. Too sweetly. And there it is, my short-tempered princess, preparing to butcher me for 'ignoring' her for five long seconds.

"You were asking me to tutor you because it's your OWL year," I reply, finally feeling good enough to roll my eyes. I was actually listening to her, but was momentarily struck by a sense of vertigo and had to close my eyes to regain my sense of balance. And my fiery princess took that moment as me not paying her enough attention.

The family is currently having breakfast together. Iris is by my side, while mum and Rose are across from us. It's the last day of summer holidays, so everyone is more than happy to change our morning routine to sit and spend some time with each other.

"And since it's your sixth year, you'll have time, unlike me," Rose—my bratty older sister—notes with a lazy grin. She'll be in her seventh year and will appear for the NEWTs. My parents were particularly busy after their marriage and produced three children one after another. Unfortunately, that passion didn't last, and my father left my mum for another woman. If what I recently heard is right, then James Potter is on his fifth wife. The dumb womaniser. I never want to see him again.

"Don't act as if you're going to be busy studying," Iris mutters.

Rose sticks out her tongue in response, proving why she shouldn't have been the eldest sibling. "Believe it or not, I want acceptable grades. Unlike you nerds, I'll have to juggle both quidditch and NEWTs, which will be time-consuming."

"Who are you calling a nerd?" Iris explodes at the first slight, grabbing the fork, ready to stab her to death. And there she is again, prepared to commit bodily harm because of mere teasing. Sometimes, I worry for her future. I just hope she will wait until she's an adult before letting her temper get the better of her. We are already struggling to make ends meet with mum's small potion shop. And spending money on bailing her out of jail would be expensive.

I calmly go through my scrambled eggs while mum scolds my sisters. At this point, I've gotten used to Rose's brattiness and Iris' temper. I have long given up on them maturing, and like a true middle child, have decided to be unproblematic and not cause mum any more headaches. She already has her hands full with my wilful sisters. And I don't want to provide any contribution in causing her lush, crimson hair to turn grey.

As I visibly appreciate mum's cooking and internally diss my sisters, my vision suddenly goes black and returns in a second, like some sort of defective flickering bulb, turning on and off on its own.

I rub my eyes. What just happened?

It's when I glance up at my sisters that I realise what has changed.

Iris Evans

Level: 17

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 0%

Points Available: 5

Rose Evans

Level: 22

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 0%

Points Available: 5

What the hell?

What is this thing in the corner of my vision?

Menu Prompted!

Damn it, now there is a floating text box in the centre of my vision.

[Profile]

[Skills]

[Gacha Wheel]

[Help]

'Erm, help,' I mumble, barely hiding my panic from my family. What is happening to me? What are these… stats things?

You've lived your first sixteen years in your second life and have thoroughly familiarised yourself with this new world. Now your gamer abilities have finally been unlocked. Go on, do as you please, and revel in the chance to live once more. The world is your sandbox; shape it as you desire. But to do that, you must acquire immense power; you must stand above everyone else. Worry not, your Seducer System is here. It will help you along the way. Best of luck!

And just like that, I faint, my head thumping on the table.

"Harry, what—"

But I'm already drowning in the inky blackness to respond to the worried cries.

~xXxXx~

When I wake up, I'm in bed and am feeling a lot better. The existential crisis is mostly over, and I tackle the topic of reincarnation with far more composure than I would have before fainting. Perhaps the system is helping. It better be.

I mentally go through the new things I learned.

I have strange powers, okay. This is my second life, okay. This shite is reality-shattering, but okay.

Am I curious about my first life? Of course, who wouldn't? Unfortunately, I don't have any memories to feel nostalgic about. All I remember is floating in white light and getting this system from some monotonous voice. But worrying about it would be unproductive. And I'm nothing if not productive. Unlike my sisters, I'm nearly an adult, if not in age, then in conduct. And I take pride in it. I won't run around screaming like a headless chicken. I'll make sense out of this nonsense.

"Harry?" Mum caresses my face and leans closer; her eyes are warm and full of concern, and her flowery perfume fills me with a sense of serenity.

"I'm fine," I say, only sparing the weird stats a glance.

Lily Evans

Level: 31

Beauty Tier: S

Seduction: 0%

Points Available: 10

I have to learn more about these powers quickly. But I'd rather do that alone than with my mum hovering over me.

"What happened?" She moves away, perching on the side of my bed, allowing me to sit up.

"Didn't get enough sleep last night." I make an excuse, my gaze momentarily dipping to her milky cleavage that hangs in front of me temptingly before returning to her emerald eyes—the eyes that all three siblings have inherited. My mum is a beautiful woman, a sexy woman, there is no doubt. It isn't the first time my eyes have wandered over her tight, curvy body, and it won't be the last time either. With luscious crimson hair and doubly luscious curves, she is the stuff of dreams, eye-catching enough to compete with any international model. I have always wondered if James Potter was the biggest fool to ever exist to discard a woman like that.

She gets up and gives me a relieved nod. "You made me worry. Don't stay awake past midnight."

"Sorry."

Her ruby lips curve up a little as she leans over and plants a fond kiss on my forehead, her unbound red hair tickling my neck and her flowery scent stirring my loins. It is difficult not to place my hand on her side and pull her tight against me, to feel her ample chest squash against me, to feel its softness and warmth. But my arms dutifully remain on the bed.

"You don't need to be. You're the only one who doesn't make me worry constantly. I wish your sisters were as easy and reasonable as you," she says, pulling back and starting for the door.

I don't say anything and just stare at the hypnotic movements of her hips as she walks away. She will never know how much I love her for preferring tight jeans to loose skirts. The way they hug her legs and pop her plump arse is mouth-watering, and hiding those delightful contours behind some loose skirt would be a total sacrilege, unless it's a miniskirt, which she'll never wear. She's shy like that.

Shaking off the lustful thoughts, I focus on this new gamer power. 'Menu.'

[Profile]

[Skills]

[Gacha Wheel]

[Help]

'Profile.' I choose mentally.

Harry Evans

Level: 19

Points: 0

Perks: 5

[Vault]

— Anything you get from the Gacha Wheel can be safely stored by the system.

[Shield]

— Your mind and soul are protected; they are immune to foreign influence.

[Binder]

— The deals you make will always come to fruition. The other party cannot back out once they agree.

[Charmer]

— You are exceptionally affable and a popular subject for crushes.

[Anomaly]

— Women are fine with sharing you, allowing you to continue your conquest without facing the dreaded drama.

I have to read it three times to realise that it's actually there and not a figment of my imagination. The [Shield] perk seems like a game changer. In the wizarding world, where invasive mind magic is practised subtly and secretly, this is a boon I'm glad to have.

But this gacha thing is annoying me. I have already seen it mentioned a couple of times before and don't know what it is.

'Help.'

The Gacha Wheel is your ticket to power—the core of your system. It is a lottery machine, for lack of a better term. It contains everything from the multiverse. From skills, perks, summons, legendary weapons, useless things to anything in between. You have to bed women to get points for the Gacha Wheel. And that is the only way to add more skills and perks to your 'Skills' and 'Perks' slots. One point equals one gacha roll. Different women will give you different numbers of points. So, go ahead and fuck around as much as you want. Because the more points you have, the more you can roll the wheel, and the greater your chances of pulling something legendary. Best of luck!

I nod slowly, trying not to faint again after hearing the word 'multiverse'. Either all this is real or I'm a junkie having a long and weird dream. And I cannot decide which is more absurd. Anyways, I have to sleep with women to get these points, and then I have to use these points to roll the Gacha Wheel. Okay. Great. Splendid. I hope this isn't some cosmic joke. Not that I am averse to fucking women. Just because I'm usually mature and don't act like a thirsty teen doesn't mean I don't get horny. Like any other boy, the thought of having sex with multiple women is a wet dream for me. And this dream is going to come true. I am both exhilarated and terrified.

'Skills.'

[See]

— Allows you to see others' accurate stats designated by the system. P.S. It is currently toggled on 'always active' mode.

[Touch]

— Your touch is pleasurable.

[Orgasm Control]

— You can control your own and your partner's orgasm.

And the reason for those weird stats becomes apparent. I quickly toggle off the [See] skill. Now I can manually turn it on and off when needed. Keeping it always on is a bit jarring, giving the illusion that reality is not reality and instead just a game.

What if it's really just a game and not reality? I'd rather not open that can of worms and live in blissful ignorance.

I'm also disappointed by the lack of offensive skills, but since this is the Seducer System, I should've known better to expect more. Hopefully, the Gacha Wheel will prove to be more useful than my pre-installed skills. A shiny magical sword wouldn't be too bad to have.

A knock on the door stops me from lamenting the lack of good skills.

"It's us."

"Come in, the door's not locked."

Rose and Iris rush in, looking reassured to see me awake.

"Before you ask, I was sleep deprived," I repeat the earlier excuse, but both have already climbed in the bed and pushed me on my back, sitting on either side of me, checking my temperature and pulse.

I stifle a sigh, but the sensation of their soft, warm hands running on my skin feels nice enough. And seeing my usually bickering sisters unite and fuss over me is certainly more than rewarding. They are annoying most of the time, but I can't say it ever stops me from loving them.

Family is everything, after all.

Like mum, my sisters are pretty, both having inherited her red hair and green eyes. Iris is short and petite with growing curves, while Rose is well on her way of becoming a buxom heartbreaker. Her breasts and thighs are already large and thick enough to make eyes turn. And she is only slightly less curvy than mum.

Honestly, the massive number of boys lusting after her has become irritating. I won't lie, it makes me jealous, which is understandable since I've always been the only male in the family. I've sort of gotten used to the privilege of being the only subject of their doting. I know it will inevitably change; they are going to make boyfriends and husbands later down the line, but perhaps I can do something about it…

"Don't tell me you still need mum to sing you lullabies." Rose teases me, poking my cheek, pulling me out of my interesting thoughts.

"I'm not the one playing healer right now," I reply dryly, trying to get up, unsuccessfully, I may add.

Iris tuts, pushing down on my chest. "Sleep, Harry. We have to return to Hogwarts tomorrow. You won't get much free time at school. You have to tutor me too, you know."

"It's morning." I shoot her an incredulous look.

Shrugging, she lays down beside me, throwing her arm across my chest. "You don't have anything to do, relax."

"Sleepover!" Rose yells, lying on my other side, sandwiching me between them.

I decide against educating her about the definition of sleepover and simply savour the sensation of their bodies flushed against me. Rose is obviously fleshier and softer, but Iris is not skin and bones either.

They just smile when I push my arms under their sides and heave them closer, resting my palms on the curve of their waists. "Suit yourselves."

The only reason I don't pop a boner is because I'm used to becoming their body pillow.

"Sleep tight," Rose chirps up, pressing her face on my chest and grabbing me. Not wanting to lag behind, Iris grabs me too from the other side.

I just sigh and close my eyes, but not before activating my [Touch] skill.

Am I really going to seduce my mum and sisters too on my path to gain more points for the Gacha Wheel? Yes, it would be a waste to ignore the points that I can earn from them. And I am anything but wasteful. Also, they are some of the hottest beauties around here. I would need to be gay to ignore them when I'm already planning to bed as many women as I can. Immoral? Probably. Efficient? Definitely.

They don't give any overt reaction to my skill, and I can only pray this gamer thing is real and not a symptom of my crumbling sanity. Because now that I've gotten this system to make my normal life spicier, I'll be severely disappointed if it's just a long-drawn-out weed-induced delusion.

~xXxXx~

The next day, I am prepared to return to the castle. But my sisters are not, as it seems.

I sigh—which I know I do a lot due to my siblings—from where I am sitting on the couch in the living room. Mum is beside me, and from her pinched look, I gather she isn't too pleased with their indolence either.

"Rose! Iris! How long?" She yells at the top of her lungs, causing me to wince and rub my ears.

"Five minutes! I can't find my favourite bra," comes Rose's response.

I glance at my wristwatch.

10:47 am.

I am glad to hear the footsteps after a moment. Though it's only Iris who comes, tossing and catching her shrunken trunk. She has already put on her sweeping Gryffindor robes. But it's parted open in the middle, showing her red blouse and black knee-length skirt. She looks prim and proper with her long red hair scraped back in a tight bun.

"What took you so long? Did you misplace your underwear too?" Mum snarks as Iris flops down beside me.

"I was deciding what books to take for leisure reading," she replies, leaning against me and making an appreciative noise as I idly rub her head. While I love both my sisters, Iris is noticeably closer to me, perhaps because of our mutual admiration for academics. Now only if she were calm and docile, she'd have easily pulled off the role of a cute, studious little sister. Alas, reality is often disappointing. "Tch, stop touching my hair, moron."

Sometimes, I really worry about her future. Who else will put up with her bipolar personality? Thankfully, she doesn't need to worry; I plan to keep her all to myself.

I glance again at my wristwatch.

10:50 am.

"Rose!" Both mum and Iris yell at the same time.

Alright, just shove knives in my ears instead; that would do the work in jiffy, I stifle a grumble.

Rose finally makes her appearance. Unlike Iris, though, she is not in Hogwarts robes and is dressed in a baggy t-shirt and denims.

"Sorry, just realised I was already wearing it." She grins shamelessly.

I roll my eyes. I can't be sure if she is kidding or not. For her, she actually might've been searching for her bra while wearing it.

Is asking for a mature older sister too much?

Iris scoffs. "Dumb cow."

Well, if I can't have a cute and kind little sister, then I mustn't dream about a mature older sister either.

"Enough, we will be late. Come on." Mum stands up before they can bicker again.

We use the floo and directly appear on the platform. And it's already brimming with people. Only if my sisters were punctual, then we could have boarded the train without having to push through this crowd.

"Goodbye, kids. Remember to write to me. And please don't fight amongst yourselves. It's just us. Just us four." Mum smiles sadly and hugs my sisters, who, for once, opt to keep quiet and hug her back.

"Take care, mum; don't overwork yourself." I wrap my arms around her narrow waist and pull her tight against me, feeling her relax in my embrace. The sensation of her large, round breasts squishing on my chest is only a little distracting. I kiss her on the cheek as I pull back, prompting her smile to widen and her eyes to brighten.

"You too, love, you too." She wipes her eyes and watches us as we board the train. "See you for Christmas."

We wave back, and I take the moment to use my [See] skill.

Lily Evans

Level: 31

Beauty Tier: S

Seduction: 1%

Points Available: 10

This is going to be an uphill battle, I reckon. I have taken all opportunities to subtly touch her with my [Touch] skill since yesterday, making her skin tingle with pleasure. But it seems turning her maternal love into something more will be quite difficult. Only if I had more time, then I could've come up with something to speed up this process.

"See you at the castle, nerds. I think I just saw Katie." Rose hurries away, leaving me with a growling Iris. Seriously, being called a nerd shouldn't make her this angry. It's not even a great insult. Then again, Iris is like a chihuahua, prone to barking at every small thing.

I surreptitiously glance at Rose's bubble butt while holding Iris from running after her.

Rose Evans

Level: 22

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 10%

Points Available: 5

Unlike mum, my sisters are far easier to work with. I think I even saw Rose grin yesterday when I 'accidentally' brushed my groin past her plump arse in the kitchen. I wonder what that says about her. I won't judge, of course. That would be disgustingly hypocritical.

"You coming with me?" I ask Iris, still gripping her forearm as she whispers some pretty nasty cusses under her breath.

"No, I want to be alone." She wrenches away from me and stomps in the opposite direction, causing me to roll my eyes.

Iris Evans

Level: 17

Beauty Tier: A

Seduction: 20%

Points Available: 5

Yes, I am surprised I reached 20% in one day with the grouchy princess. I thought she would be the most difficult to woo. Apparently not. And now that I think about it, it isn't surprising. Apart from me, Iris barely interacts with the opposite sex, or any sex, for that matter. She's a loner both because of her choice and her stellar personality. Let's hope there's something soft and precious hidden under her prickly exterior. I wonder if I'll finally have a cute, shy little sister once I reach 100% on her seduction bar.

I don't have much hope.

Smiling at the amusing thought, I scan the compartments in search of my best friend. It doesn't take long to find her.

I tap the locked sliding door, and it snaps open.

"Hmm, I knew I should have put more power into the locking spell." Hermione mutters critically from where she is huddled against the window seat with a large tome open in her lap.

"Good to see you too." I close the door, putting more magic in the spell. It is not the simple locking charm taught in the first year. No, it's a far more advanced version that Hermione and I concocted last year for… fun. Yes, Rose is right about us. We are nerds.

I confess we had too much time and energy after the conclusion of our OWLs.

"How was your summer?" She asks as I sit down beside her, peeking at the book she's trying to hide.

It's the seventh-year potions book.

"Same old. I am glad I have my own room away from my sisters, however small. I'd have gone insane otherwise," I reply while snatching the book from her lap and holding it up away from her needy grasp.

"Harry!" She protests.

"We promised we would take it easy this year. No preparing for the NEWTs just yet." I remind her of our promise and return the book with a small, unimpressed glare.

The only reason I'm not jealous of her topping the ranks again and leaving me to remain second-ranked again is because I know how much time and effort she puts in to achieve that. I both respect and envy her dedication. This was the very quality that brought me to her in our first year. In the den of rowdy Gryffindors, the quiet, bookish girl stood out to me. And I have never regretted befriending her since then.

She blushes and shoves the book back in her bag. "I was bored."

"Don't make excuses. A promise is a promise. Let's just have fun for once and not worry about studying." I bump my shoulder against her and lean over to look out of the window as the engine whistles and the train starts moving.

"Fine, I'll do that." She acquiesces, looking out as well.

I notice how close our faces are, our cheeks almost touching as we stare at the blurring city together. Since she has her torso twisted to face the window, my front presses behind her back, and I can feel it, the heat wafting through her uniform, through her white shirt.

Damn it, my heart is racing.

But I need to do this. If I am not sparing even my family in order to get points, then I won't ignore my best friend either. I will sleep with her too. And she is a girl, and not an ugly one either.

I gulp and activate my [Touch] skill. Then I lightly put it on her side, as if to keep balance, and press my face further against the glass window, as if having caught something interesting in the boring rolling hills.

The move is totally inconspicuous, of course.

I did not expect her to yelp. Because that's what she did. She yelps and turns towards me with a tomato-red face, her eyes darting towards my hand, which still rests on her side.

I yank it back.

Did my [Touch] just burn her? Something like this has never happened before. Neither mum nor my sisters have ever reacted to the skill. So I am quite stumped on what to do now. Should I apologise? But we have never been shy about showing affection through hugs and fleeting touches. So apologising would make it more awkward. I don't know what to do.

"Sorry!" Hermione mumbles in embarrassment. "I was surprised."

So was I, Hermione. So was I.

Being the gentleman I am, I stand up and sit down on the opposite berth, facing her rather than sitting beside her. I don't want to make her uncomfortable and come out as a creep. That would take away my chances to woo her.

"You don't have to change seats." Her tone is almost pleading. "Don't misunderstand me, please. As I said, I was surprised. It felt like I was shocked... in a good way."

Rather than replying, I toggle on my [See] skill, which I should have done before attempting to seduce her.

Hermione Granger

Level: 18

Beauty Tier: B

Seduction: 90%

Points Available: 3

Well, it seems I am not as observant as I thought I was. Someone has a crush on me—probably had one on me for a while—and I never knew of it, even when I spent most of my time with that someone. Talk about being clueless. I think I can understand her reaction now. Unlike my family, who are used to my touches, Hermione is different. She is acutely aware of my touch and the feelings that burst inside her—of the pleasure that is incited by my skill. She has been craving that, imagining that. So when she got that, she was understandably surprised.

I conceal my joy at the implication and plop down beside her again. I can make use of this. This will make my task a lot easier. I'm going to be able to use the Gacha Wheel a lot sooner than I had hoped.

"That's good, I guess. It's better than you being disgusted with me for some reason," I joke.

"I can never!" She shakes her head insistently, grabbing my hand as if to prove it, squeezing it.

But her bright cheeks also prove my system true. My skill is still active, after all.

Hermione is not the best-looking girl in the school—not even close. That must be why her beauty rank is assigned B, whereas my sisters' are A. But she is still quite a looker. Her bushy brown mane has been styled into something less wild over the years. And her buck teeth have been righted too. Not to mention how her skinny frame has filled in and become more feminine. Again, she doesn't have the most eye-catching pair of knockers or rump. But she is not plain.

She is beautiful.

"Alright, alright, you convinced me." I chuckle and squeeze her hand back before letting it go.

"Thank God." She heaves a relieved sigh and slumps against me.

I take the opportunity to give her a reassuring hug, drawing her tight against me, my palms lying flat on her back. I drag it up and down her spine, her shirt not thick enough to dampen my [Touch] skill. "Tell me, what did you mean when you said you felt shocked in a good way? I am intrigued."

She is shivering and pushing further into me, her perky breasts grinding against my chest. Her mouth is clamped shut to not let the soft moans escape, and her fingers are clutching my shirt. She looks up with a knowing look. "H-Harry, how are y-you doing this?"

"Let's say I had a productive summer." I drop my hands to the side and pull back, hiding a smile at the cute, disappointed noise she makes.

With a blushing face, she scoots back, propping against the window, and shoots me a curious look. "A spell to make your touch pleasurable? But I didn't see you using your wand."

I shrug. "You are not getting the answer so easily out of me."

She harrumphs, regaining her normal composure now that I'm not melting her brain by touching her. "I don't understand what the purpose of this spell is. Why would you even create something like that? It has no practical use."

"Why else? To have fun, of course. I'm sure many girls will appreciate this 'spell'." I return with a haughty smirk. "As we have promised, we will be taking it easy this year. I plan to be thorough in my promise. This year will be extraordinarily fun if I have any say in it."

She is gaping at me as if I'm spouting nonsense. "You're going to focus on sex?"

"Something like that. So, do you want to do it too? We both are inexperienced, and it will be a long train ride. We can pass the time and learn something new in the meantime."

This is stupidly direct, I know. But Hermione is the easiest. I know she will accept it. After all, boys aren't the only ones who get horny. If I am correct about it, she has never had any sexual encounters before. Her curious nature must be already hammering at her to see if this sex thing is really all that great as everyone talks it up to be. And I gave her a sample earlier of what she could expect: a bait. Not to mention her carefully hidden crush on me.

"Are you serious?" She splutters, wringing her hands, looking ready to break the window and leap out of it.

"Hermione, let's be frank here. You're a girl, and a beautiful one on top of that. Is it really impossible for me to notice that? To want to be your first? To make you my first?" My tone is candid, and I try to appeal to her logic and ego.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She mumbles, dropping her gaze and fidgeting.

I take her hand in mine. "Of course. And it's not only a personal opinion. It's a fact accepted by everyone."

Her lips twitch, and she cannot hold it in anymore. A broad, pleased smile breaks over her face, and she raises her chin up, meeting my eyes with confidence. "Put a notice-me-not charm on the door. I don't want anyone to walk in while we are doing that."

My own lips follow her example, and I wave my wand, putting up that spell and many more to have absolute privacy.

My chest is a war drum right now, playing a marching rhythm. I wasn't lying when I said I don't have any experience. I really don't. I've always been too busy studying to give the opposite gender much attention. But my modus operandi will change this year. It must if I want to take advantage of my system. Though I never imagined getting to sleep with someone would be this easy. Then again, just minutes ago, I wasn't aware of Hermione's massive crush on me.

"Sit there." Hermione points to the opposite berth, her eyes unable to meet mine, her confidence fizzling out as she realises that this is really going to happen.

I comply, and I plop down in the middle of the other seat. My posture is upright and tense, but that's a given. It isn't every day that you are preparing to bonk your best friend. I stop my legs from shaking and eagerly await her move.

She stands up and rubs her hands down her skirt, either straightening it or wiping her sweaty palms. Rooting herself between the gaps of the two seats, she looks at me in a skittish manner.

Then she stills and mumbles, "Now what?"

I pat my lap. "Let's start with a kiss. Have you had your first kiss yet?"

"No," she answers, lowering herself sideways on my knees, her arms coming up to hold my shoulders. "You?"

"Unfortunately, I was assaulted." My left arm curls around her back and rests on her hip, keeping her steady, while my right hand lies on her knee. "When I was seven, Rose grabbed my face and forced a kiss on me. I'm still traumatised about it. I'm going to take my revenge one day."

Hermione lets out a snort, tension bleeding from her as I was expecting. "Don't you think you're blowing it way out of proportion?"

"Perhaps. But I was hoping for a pretty girl to kiss me and take away my trauma." I tug her closer by her hip, her rear sliding over my hardening bulge. She squeaks as her butt presses down on my crotch.

"Smooth," she banters back, cupping my face and tracing my jawline. "I assume I'm the pretty girl destined to relieve you of your trauma."

"If you'll be so kind and merciful." I rub my thumb on her hip, my other hand slipping under her skirt to grab her fleshy thigh, giving it a squeeze.

She gasps, her eyes darkening with want, and then she's smashing her lips over mine.

I hold her while we kiss, and she holds onto me as our mouths familiarise themselves with each other. I feel the heat of our bodies intermingling, and my blood rushes south, making my cock achingly stiff. The kiss is wild, awkward, and fulfilling. I wouldn't call it a magical experience, but neither would I call it normal or forgettable.

For the first kiss, it will do.

When she pulls away, her brown eyes are wide and her lips are wet. She blushes as I moan when she shifts in my lap, stimulating my erection. "Uhm, should we do that? I'm ready; I even know the contraceptive spells."

My hand climbs up from her thigh and falls on her breasts, and I fondle them, making her squeal and squirm in my lap. "You don't know how eager I am for that. But I want to see and savour every inch of your skin before having sex."

She nods shyly and slides off my lap, standing before me.

I watch her intensely as she undoes her buttons from the bottom. With every button opening, I see more of her smooth skin. First, I see her flat belly, and as it goes on, I can see her white bra too. She unclips it and throws it on the other seat, joining her discarded shirt.

Now she is standing with half of her body exposed to me. Her breasts are not very big and are on the smaller side of b-cup, but they look perky and large enough to fill my ravenous hands.

My jaw drops when she turns around and unzips her skirt. "You said you wanted to see every inch of my skin, didn't you?" She throws a half-timid and half-coy look over her shoulder before dropping her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. She picks it up and tosses it where her shirt and bra are. I am able to do nothing but just watch her arse move mesmerisingly with every small motion.

Her knickers are red and far more fancier than her plain bra. It hugs her tight arse, and my mouth waters. Soon, her body will be entangled with mine. And I can't wait for it.

Hermione is leggy, I notice.

For her shorter height, she has long, slender legs that would attract surreptitious glances if she were prone to showing them off. Her shapely thighs flow down from her moderately curvy arse and narrow down only slightly while reaching her feet.

My attention is taken from her legs and back to her arse, which she wiggles while slipping off her underwear. The sight of her nude body takes my breath away, and my hands are on her cheeks before I know it. I grope her and pull her down back on my lap, loving the weight and shape of her round buns on my thighs.

She laughs as I grab her tits from behind, as I pepper kisses down her smooth neck. "I take it as you like it."

"I love it," I whisper near her ear, pinching her nipples, basking in her groan, revelling in the way she pushes down her rear in my lap.

She shivers and grinds her arse. "Now you've seen every inch of my skin. What are you waiting for?"

I spread her legs and press my palm on her pussy.

She jolts and her knees instinctively close in.

"Okay."

My clothes are gone in seconds, and Hermione lies down on her back, watching me with her intense brown eyes, taking in the view greedily, just like I drowned in the visual feast before.

I clamber onto the seat, and she spreads her knees wide, showing me her glistening core. With my eager cock in hand, I grab her leg and guide myself to my first pussy.

Her heat and wetness would've sent me over the edge if I didn't have the system skill to control our orgasms.

I plan to make us earn our orgasms. Premature ejaculation won't do.

I pull my hips back and thrust gently.

She moans and opens her arms, and as I lean forward, she drapes me in her embrace and kisses me lovingly.

It takes a minute for us to sync our moments, but once we do, the sex becomes a lot better.

I can't say my first time was disappointing. Far from it, Hermione made me realise what I've been missing all this time.

We spent most of the ride rutting like animals. And I get so drunk in pleasure that I forget the reason I decided to fuck her in the first place.

~xXxXx~

Two Weeks Ago

Daphne Greengrass

She steps into her father's office. She has been summoned for some reason. Usually, her father remains content by ignoring her and Astoria's existence. So she wonders what must have forced Damian Greengrass to acknowledge that he indeed has children. Note that her mother is not much better, but at least she talks to them… sometimes.

"She is your prodigal heir?" A beautiful black-haired woman scoffs, lounging in the chair beside her father with her feet propped on the ornate desk, her green gown sliding down to expose her attractive legs.

Daphne would have blushed if she wasn't busy trying to identify the shameless woman. Her face seems similar, but she can't remember who it belongs to, however much she tries.

"Unfortunately. Daphne, meet Bellatrix Lestrange. She needs you for something." Her father says blithely—no, commands, not a lick of warmth in his voice.

Daphne barely hides her terror and distaste, realising that the mad woman who escaped Azkaban two days ago is right in front of her eyes. The very same woman who is known to have killed tens of wizards and witches. Only if she had the freedom to contact the aurors, then she would.

"Oi, lassie. I need you to find something in Hogwarts. Don't worry, you won't be alone in this divine task. My nephew, Draco, has offered his help." Bellatrix grins, dropping her legs to the floor and getting up.

Daphne is frozen in her spot as the woman saunters up to her.

Bellatrix grabs her chin and stares at her blankly with purple eyes, inspecting her as if she were a cattle. "I've heard you're exceptionally sensitive to magic, that you can identify different 'flavours' of it. Is that right?"

"Yes," Daphne replies evenly, her heart thundering within her chest, the sound booming in her ears.

"Good, then smell this and try to find something similar in Hogwarts." Bellatrix pulls out a cup and offers it to her.

She nearly throws it away, sensing the vile, revolting magic roiling off the cup. But the glower fixed on the older woman's face makes it clear that such action would invite death. So she grips it, clenches her teeth, and looks at it thoroughly, memorising the colour and scent of the magic. "Done."

Bellatrix snatches it back, as if the cup were her beloved child. "You can find something similar on your own?"

"I can. But I need a location."

"Didn't you hear it? Hogwarts."

Daphne starts to protest that the castle is too big to search efficiently and that she needs a specific location. But the cruelty shining in the madwoman's eyes forces her to hold back her tongue. "How long do I have?"

"One year. I'll find and collect the other pieces in the meantime. Once we have all the pieces of his soul, my lord will rise again, and not even Dumbledore will be able to stop him since he'll have his full power, unlike the last time." Bellatrix cackles, returning to her chair.

"What if I can't find it?" Daphne isn't able to hold back the question, realising that these will be used to bring back the dark lord. The very same one who spread havoc throughout the country.

Bellatrix tilts her head innocently. "You can, and you will. If you won't, I'll be forced to kill you all—not Damian, though. He is one of the few good minions available. Got that, lassie?"

"Yes. May I be excused, father?" Daphne doesn't find any sympathy on his face. It's not a surprise.

He waves her away. "Be sure to be useful for once."


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So, harassed by copycats, I'm finally reposting my fics here. Hello, I'm Percy Pendragon and usually write on Fanfiction.net and Ao3. This fic is my current ongoing fic. It is already posted on other sites upto 3 chapters. I'll be posting these three chapters in a row from starting today. After that, it will be updated once in two weeks just like any other sites where I post. Hope you enjoy.

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