Unknown Prophecy (Ch. 55)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Unknown Prophecy 

Chapter 55

Curfew was rapidly approaching, and Harry strode the empty corridor like he owned the place. It was almost like he didn’t have a care in the world. At the moment, he didn’t. Harry was making his way back to the Hufflepuff common room to spend some quality time with Susan and Hannah. He ran a finger along the cold wall, humming a tune he had heard on the wizarding wireless.

Under the flicker of torches, his shadow stretched into the distance. The air was crisp and cold, and every time he breathed, a puff of mist escaped his mouth. Above him, a portrait snored with its mouth open. He chuckled at the sight. The painting looked quite peaceful.

Then he heard something. It was a slow, wet drag along the stone floor. Harry paused, head cocked. He heard it again … a heavy, hissy drawl echoing from the depths of the corridor. At first, he thought it was a leak or maybe Filch and his annoying cat, but then came the voice.

“Sssssssooo hungry.”

His eye twitched at the sound. He felt the language vibrate down his spine, as smooth as a coiled snake. It was Parseltongue. Harry knew that in reality, the sound was no more than a soft hiss, but to him, it was crystal clear. 

Harry bit his lip. “What the hell are you doing awake?” he asked, under his breath.

He stepped forward, careful and curious. The sound was closer now, an unmistakable slither that was thick and wet. Harry thought of the rumors from his past. The Chamber of Secrets, Slytherin’s monster, and a snake big enough to swallow a stag whole all flooded through his mind. Harry also remembered how he was treated during that time. It wasn’t easy to forget the accusing stares and whispers. For the time being, he put that from his mind. He had other things to worry about at the moment. He pressed forward as he always did. Rules were for prefects, not the great Harry Potter.

At the next intersection between two corridors, he stopped. The shadow of a tail flicked against the stone. Harry slowed, his heart thumping in his chest. He listened closer. “Sssssssooo... hungry,” the voice stated again. It was getting closer. 

Harry backtracked and slipped into an unused classroom. He shut the door and pressed himself to the wall, listening closely. As he did, his mind wandered. ‘I have the diary locked up, so there’s no way a student can be possessed,’ Harry told himself. Last time, Ginny was the one to be possessed by the diary, but there was no chance of that happening this time. So, why did the basilisk wake up on its own? It suddenly dawned on him. The basilisk kept repeating, “So hungry,” over and over as it slithered down the corridor. After hibernating for over a thousand years, it would make sense if it were half-starved. 

This could be a problem, Harry thought. In his old life, Riddle had told the beast to only kill Muggleborns. Now that it was awake and on its own, the basilisk would likely kill anyone who came across it. However, there was also an opportunity. ‘Maybe I can disguise myself as Riddle and go talk to it …’ Harry thought. A wicked smile crossed his handsome face. Yes, this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. He waited until it passed. He thought of going out into the corridor and trying right now, but he thought better of it. He needed a little time to come up with a solid plan.

“ATTACK! ATTACK ON A STUDENT!” Harry heard a painting shout from further down the corridor. “MONSTER IN THE CORRIDOR! SOMEONE HELP THE BOY!”

Harry needed to get out of here, knowing the professors would soon show up. Once the sound of slithering had passed, Harry made himself invisible and slipped out. He crept along the corridor wall, hugging it tightly. He kept to the shadows while trying to come up with a plan. 

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Breakfast in the Great Hall buzzed with rumors. In Hogwarts, rumors spread faster than the speed of light, and by then, everyone had heard about a student getting attacked the previous night. Students sat huddled, talking in low voices. Overhead, the enchanted sky churned with thick gray clouds, and thunder could be heard in the distance.

Harry arrived late. He had been up late trying to come up with a solid plan to deal with the basilisk. He walked up to the Gryffindor table and slid in next to Hermione. She was picking at a slice of toast, tearing it into perfect squares before popping each piece into her mouth. She barely noticed him at first, lost in her private thoughts. Then she looked over at him, and her face lit up. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice thick and needy.

"Morning," Harry said through a yawn, and slid a hand under the table to rest on her thigh. She shuddered and spread her legs apart, inviting him to touch more. Harry ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh, caressing her incredibly smooth skin. His fingertips brushed the crotch of her panties, and Harry could feel how damp they were. 

Hermione blushed, but looked pleased nonetheless. "People are staring." Harry looked around and, sure enough, many girls were staring at him with dreamy eyes. Many of them sneered at Hermione, who they thought was stealing all of his attention. 

"Let them." Harry’s thumb massaged the inside of her leg. The skin was soft as cream, and the heat radiated off her. He brushed his fingers along her covered slit, making Hermione moan softly. "You’re always horny in the morning," Harry teasingly told her while Hermione subtly wiggled her hips and ground her panty-clad pussy against his fingers. 

She exhaled a sharp little breath as his fingers brushed over her covered clit. "That’s not true." She was clearly lying, which made Harry chuckle. 

Across the hall, Professor Dumbledore stood. He surveyed the room with calm, blue eyes hidden behind half-moon spectacles. The hum of conversation dulled to a hush.

"May I have your attention, please?" Dumbledore’s voice was calm but authoritative. "It is my sad duty to inform you that last night a student was attacked in the corridor outside the library. Mr. Finch-Fletchly is in the hospital wing. He is, for the time being, unable to move or speak." Fierce whispers spread across the spacious hall. 

"Madame Pomfrey assures me there is no immediate danger to his life," Dumbledore continued. "But we must all take extra caution. No student is to travel the halls alone. You will move in groups of three or more. Prefects will escort you to and from your common rooms." He nodded at the heads of house. "We will catch whoever, or whatever, did this."

As soon as he sat down, the chatter exploded into speculation and rumor. Hermione leaned in so close that Harry thought she was going to kiss his cheek. "They said Justin was frozen like a statue. His eyes were all glassy." She told him as her lips accidentally brushed his cheek. "Do you know what could have done it?"

Harry squeezed her thigh, hard enough to make her gasp. "I’ve got a pretty good idea."

"Tell me," she whispered, eyes flicking up to his.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a sip of her tea. He kept his hand beneath the table and slipped his fingers higher. He tucked them into the front of her panties and slid them down until he felt the bare skin of her mound. Hermione bit her lip. She didn’t stop him.

"Last night, I heard something," Harry said. "It was slithering through the corridor." His fingers found her hard, little nub, and he began drawing circles around it. Her legs spread wider, giving him more room to operate. 

Hermione shuddered while cutely biting her lower lip. "A snake?"

"Not just any snake," he whispered. "A basilisk. The King of Serpents." He brushed the tip of his finger against her clit. Hermione jolted, face flushing pink, but she kept her legs open for him.

"But …" She dropped her voice even further. "The legends say you die if you look it in the eyes. Justin only got petrified."

"He probably saw it in a reflection," Harry replied.  "But that’s not what matters. What matters is the tale of Slytherin’s monster. Have you ever heard of it?” he asked her. Hermione shook her head while writhing in pleasure. Harry told her all about it while she tried to ignore the pleasure and carefully listen to his words. He then told her about Voldemort in his younger days and about how he was suspected of opening the Chamber of Secrets. 

“ … the thing’s awake, and it’s starving. If we’re lucky, it’s not very smart without someone telling it what to do."

Hermione gripped the edge of the table. Her body trembled under his hand. "Shouldn’t we tell someone?" she said. Harry moved his fingers lower and dragged them over her damp slit. Hermione covered her mouth and whimpered. 

"You want to run to a professor?" Harry asked with a lazy smile. "Or do you want to be useful?"

She looked at him with her big, beautiful eyes. "I want to be useful," she whispered. It came out breathy and desperate. Harry could see the sweat blooming at her hairline and the way her nipples pressed through her white blouse.

He made her wait. He slowly stroked her pussy until she started to squirm in her seat. Every time she shifted, her skirt hiked up further, flashing miles of smooth, creamy thighs. No one was watching them.  Every head was ducked low, and every mouth spewed gossip. Harry leaned in so his lips brushed against her ear.

"After classes, meet me in my private room," he said. "I’m going to need your help with something." Harry slid a finger inside of her, and he could feel her tight pussy contracting around it. 

Hermione whimpered, just barely audible. "What should I bring?"

"Just yourself. I’ll provide everything else," Harry murmured. He pressed his thumb directly against her clit, pinning it in place, and she gasped out loud. Lavender Brown shot them a suspicious glance, but Hermione only buried her face in her arms and tried to get her breathing under control.

Harry withdrew his hand and placed his fingertip against her lips. Without hesitation, Hermione wrapped her lips around it and sucked it clean. He pulled it out with a wet pop and lightly kissed her soft lips. He could taste her pussy in the kiss. Hermione reached for her cup with a shaky hand and missed. "I’ll see you in Charms," he said, standing. She nodded, tongue-tied and cheeks glowing.

Harry left the table. As he did, he caught the gaze of Draco Malfoy from across the Hall. Malfoy sneered, but Harry winked at him. Malfoy turned away first, his face red. Harry chuckled and shook his head. He had work to do.

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Harry’s room was nice and toasty when Hermione arrived. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by his desk. Hermione waited inside, perched at the desk with her nose in a book. She glanced up as Harry entered, shut the door. She straightened, brushing her skirt flat. The smooth skin of her thighs practically shimmered in the dying sunlight that bled through the window.

He dropped his bag on the armchair. “Didn’t think you’d beat me here.” He groaned and arched his back until his bones popped. 

Hermione set her quill down and made a show of closing her book. “You said you’d teach me something I’d never find in a library.”

Harry smiled at the eager girl. “Very true. Ready to get started, then?”

She nodded, her brown eyes all business. “As you said at breakfast, the magic of the basilisk is in their eyes. If you stare directly at them, it’s instant death. However, I know a spell that will completely block that magic and keep it from affecting you,” Harry told her. Hermione’s eyes went wide, and he could see the excitement bubbling in her. 

“You do?!” she nearly gasped, and Harry nodded. 

“When you attempt to cast the spell, a transparent bubble will form over your head for a brief moment. If you perform the spell correctly, the bubble will be light pink. If you perform it incorrectly, it will be gray, or it won’t appear at all. Now, take out your wand,” he told her, and Hermione instantly complied. 

“This is the wand pattern …” he said. He held his wand out, used his wrist to loop it in a circle, and then flicked the wand back toward his face. “Now, you try.” Hermione performed the motion while Harry corrected her mistakes. When he was satisfied, he told her the incantation. “Occulum Negans,” is the incantation. “Go ahead and try.”

It took four tries for Hermione to get it right. She tried again, over and over, until she was proficient. “Brilliant, Hermione,” Harry said, smiling at the sexy witch. Hermione beamed back, pleased to have made Harry proud of her. “On to the next part,” he told her. 

Harry grinned, rolled up his sleeves, and pulled out a handful of black pearls fastened to thin, golden chains. “For today’s lesson, Ms. Granger, we’re going to be making some protection for a few people I want to keep safe.”

Hermione’s eyes went wide. “Amulets?” she asked, looking at the shiny black pearls. 

“Necklaces with a spell strong enough to stop a basilisk’s eyes from cooking your brain. These necklaces will keep you safe twenty-four hours a day … as long as you don’t take them off.” Harry placed the pearl necklace on the desk, then pulled a second chair over and sat down. “You’ll do most of the work. That’s the lesson.”

Hermione reached for the pearl, but Harry caught her wrist. He held her hand in his, his thumb stroking the inside of her wrist until she shivered. “You nervous?” he teased.

She turned to him, her face pink. “You’re making me nervous.”

He chuckled. “You’ll do great. You always do.” He leaned over her shoulder, close enough to brush her hair aside with his breath. He kissed the side of her neck, which made her giggle and squirm. 

Harry pressed his chest to her back while his hands guided hers. “Point your wand at the pearl. Say the incantation while focusing on permanence. All of these necklaces have been carved with runes, so they’re ready to accept an enchantment. If you succeed, you’ll see a bright flash of white light. If you fail, you’ll see it briefly glow blue,” he explained. 

Hermione nodded, closed her eyes, and did as told. Her wand shook, but Harry steadied it with his grip. The pearl pulsed a faint blue, then went dead.

“Again,” Harry whispered in her ear. He moved his hands over hers, warm and steady. “Think about what you want. Make it obey you.”

Hermione tried again. This time, the pearl flared bright, then went flat. Sweat beaded at her hairline. Harry leaned closer. “You’re getting closer, love. Try again and focus hard.”

She tried a third time. This time, the pearl flashed bright white. Hermione leaned back, blinking the spots from her vision. Harry smiled at her. “Perfect. Now for the next part.”

He unclasped the thin chain and looped it around her neck. “The enchantment needs time to bond. It’ll absorb magic from your body until it locks into place.” He ran his fingers up her neck, lingered on her nape, and let them rest just under her jaw. “Just hold still and let your magic do the work,” he told her. 

Hermione inhaled, held it, then exhaled in a trembling sigh. Harry’s left hand cupped her chin, tilting it. Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered when Harry gave her a soft, lingering kiss. Harry then let her go, and she almost fell back into him. She was breathing hard, sweat on her brow, and her shirt clinging to her skin. She didn’t speak for a long moment. Eventually, the pearl flashed bright white again.

“That’s it?” she breathlessly asked.

“Now do it again,” Harry said, dropping a handful of necklaces onto the desk in front of her. 

Hermione grumbled, but Harry only leaned over her, guiding her hands, his breath warm in her ear. They worked in tandem, silent except for the click of beads and the hum of focused magic. The pile of enchanted necklaces grew, along with the heat between them. Harry loved teasing her warm, sexy body. Harry let his hand rest too long on her bare neck. He grazed her collarbone with his thumb. Hermione’s hair had fallen out of its bun, tumbling over her shoulders. She kept biting her lip, never meeting his eyes. She was afraid she might attack him with her lips before she could finish her task. 

On the last necklace, Hermione was already magically exhausted. Harry’s lips found her neck, just below her ear. He kissed her softly, then bit down hard enough to make her gasp. “I’ll handle this last one. You did really well,” he said, pulling away with a smile.

Hermione stared at him, eyes bright and lips parted. Her whole body shivered. She got up from her seat, and Harry sat down in her place. He picked up the last necklace and got to work. Hermione stood in the middle of the room, fists clenched at her sides. Her pussy was soaking wet and in need of a good pounding. She stared at the pile of enchanted necklaces, then at Harry. Her face was flushed, and her chest rapidly rose and fell. She started unbuttoning her shirt. She didn’t say a word. She pulled it off and tossed it aside, exposing her bra and her smooth, pale stomach. Next, she reached under her skirt and peeled off her panties, dropping them to the stone floor. Her skirt followed. Harry was so wrapped up in his enchanting that he didn’t notice her stripping.

Hermione unclasped her bra and let it drop, exposing her perky breasts and the tight, hard nipples at their tips. Then she crawled onto his bed, on all fours, and moved to the center. Hermione waited for him to finish. When the necklace flashed a second time, Harry removed it from his neck and set it on the desk. 

She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Are you just going to sit there?” she asked, voice trembling.

Harry got up and walked over. He climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. Hermione spread her knees wide, as far as they would go, and flattened her chest to the mattress. Her ass was high in the air, the lips of her pussy slick and glistening. She reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her tight, puckered asshole. She wiggled her hips, her sex dripping onto the sheets.

“You need to finish what you started at breakfast,” she said, and her voice was a low whimper.

Harry ran his hands over her ass, squeezing, stroking, and enjoying the way she trembled. He ran his thumb along her slit, then moved it up, pressing lightly against her asshole. She gasped and wiggled, pressing back against him. He leaned in and licked a slow line up her slit, tasting her. Hermione moaned, her knees shaking. Harry licked her again, taking his time and letting the taste linger on his tongue. He spread her open wider, flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit, then plunging it deep into her pussy.

Hermione clawed at the blankets, head buried in her arms. “Harry,” she whimpered.

He kept licking, faster and harder, his tongue lapping up every drop of her. He moved up, pressed his tongue against her asshole, and felt her tense, then relax into it. He licked her tight hole. He started slow and gentle, and then went faster before going back to her clit.

Hermione shuddered, her body shaking. “Oh god, oh god …”

Harry didn’t stop. He sucked on her clit, then shoved two fingers into her dripping pussy. She came almost instantly, her body going rigid, her muscles clenching down on his fingers. She cried out, her whole body shuddering.

Harry pulled his fingers out and stroked her ass, letting her ride the aftershocks. When she calmed, he reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her upright. She gasped and turned to look at him, eyes wide. He kissed her, hard and deep, then flipped her onto her back. He shed his own clothes fast. His shirt, pants, and boxers were all gone and lying in a heap. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. Hermione stared at it, her lips parted and eyes hungry.

Harry knelt between her legs and lined himself up with her pussy. He pushed in, slow at first. He felt the tightness of her, the heat, and the way she clenched around him. She was so wet he slid in almost all the way on the first thrust. Hermione moaned, her hands grabbing his shoulders and digging in with sharp nails. Harry started to fuck her, slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in. Each thrust made her tits bounce. Her nipples were hard and begging to be touched.

He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting it gently, while he fucked her harder. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. Her pussy gripped him like a fist. He moved faster, pounding her into the mattress, their bodies slamming together. Hermione’s moans got louder, her voice rising with every thrust.

“Harder,” she begged. “Please, Harry, fuck me harder.”

He obliged, driving into her, feeling her body tighten and shake. She came again, screaming his name, and her pussy milked his cock like there was no tomorrow. Harry didn’t stop. He flipped her over, ass in the air again, and fucked her from behind. She buried her face in the sheets and cried out in pleasure, her ass bouncing with every thrust. Harry watched the way her asshole winked at him, opening and closing, begging for attention. He spit on his thumb and pressed it against the tight ring, pushing in slowly as he fucked her.

Hermione gasped, then moaned. “Yes, yes …”

Harry fingered her ass while pounding her pussy, the two holes clenching and twitching around him. He felt himself getting close. He pulled out, lined up with her asshole, and pushed in slowly. Hermione tensed, then relaxed, letting him slide in deeper. She was so tight and scorching hot, and it felt incredible. He fucked her ass, slow at first, then faster as she got used to it. Hermione moaned into the pillow, reaching back to spread herself wider for him. Harry felt himself go over the edge. He grabbed her hips, slammed in deep, and came inside her, filling her asshole with thick, hot cum.

He pulled out and watched it drip down her pussy, onto the bed. Hermione collapsed, face pressed to the mattress, legs shaking. For a while, they didn’t speak. Then Hermione rolled over, her hair wild and her eyes sated. She looked at Harry, who was unapologetically staring at her quivering breasts. 

“Did you have to finish in my ass?” she breathlessly asked. 

Harry smiled cheekily, stretched out beside her, and drew her close. “I couldn’t help it. Your ass felt too good.”

Hermione closed her eyes, breathing hard, and nestled her face into his chest. “If this is what private lessons are like,” she murmured, “I’ll need to drop every other class.”

Harry laughed while cupping her tight ass like he owned it. He would go a few more rounds with Hermione before distributing the necklaces. After that, all he needed to do was go to the Chamber of Secrets.