December 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Tracey - Wandering the Halls (Patreon)

If there was one thing that Harry wished he hadn’t volunteered for when returning to Hogwarts after the war, it was becoming Head Boy. Headmistress McGonagall had offered him the position immediately but also said that she’d understand if he didn’t take it because he wanted a break. Of course, he’d accepted it before truly thinking through the consequences.

“I wish I was in bed,” Harry whinged quietly to himself as he rounded yet another corner in the castle. He was down on the second floor just past Professor Binns’ office, and he had another three floors to cover before he could make his way back up to the seventh floor so that he could finally sleep.

Patrolling the corridors had never seemed boring when he was young. At night, everything had felt spooky and mysterious, but now that he’d been at the castle for years, patrolling felt monotonous. He knew every room, cupboard, and secret shortcut or passageway that was on the Marauder’s Map. Using it made catching anyone out of their bed too easy, but trying to actually hunt them down without it was tedious, and he was in no mood to be running through the corridors after students tonight.

As soon as he found a discreet corner, he pulled out the familiar sheet of parchment.

“Lumos.” The tip of Harry’s wand illuminated. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

The parchment in his hands came alive as ink suddenly began to appear all over, twisting and forming into the layout of Hogwarts. Lazily, Harry skimmed over the second floor. There were a few familiar ghosts lingering about. It was quite easy to distinguish them from students as they tended to float through walls or floors and suddenly appear elsewhere on the map. The Fat Friar seemed to be doing something in the Hospital Wing, perhaps checking up on one of his injured Hufflepuffs, and Madam Pomfrey was currently in her office as well.

Sadly, there were no students about. That meant that he’d just have to keep patrolling the halls for another fifteen minutes before he could finally head down to the first floor and start it all over again.

Just as Harry went to put the parchment away, he saw a new name flicker into existence at one of the staircases.

“Tracey Davis,” Harry muttered. She was a Slytherin in his year; a brunette who was close friends with Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini. Unlike some of the other Slytherins, she wasn’t much of a troublemaker, which made her being out late at night all the more curious. Normally, it was only couples who slipped off alone at night.

Well, he may as well go to intercept her. Maybe she was on her way to meet with someone.

Taking out his Invisibility Cloak, Harry donned the silky fabric. His body vanished from sight, and he steadily started making his way down the winding corridors towards Tracey. He held the map out in front of him, the only visible sign of his movement to others, and followed her movement as she made her way towards the map of Argyllshire that the Fat Lady had once hidden in. The map was quite pretty and dominated the wall, but it was flanked by two large windows that overlooked the Black Lake.

As he got close, Harry whispered, “Mischief managed.”

The ink on the map faded into the parchment, and Harry quickly folded it up and stowed it away within his robes.

Moonlight and barely-lit torches were all that illuminated the corridor as Harry rounded the corner to where Tracey was, but that was more than enough to give him an eyeful that he wasn’t going to forget for a long time.

Naked women were a thing of beauty, he thought to himself. And Tracey was as naked as the day she was born.

What was it about a woman’s ass that made it so attractive to look at? Was it the curves? The smoothness of the skin? The way it jiggled with each step they took? All three and so much more?

Tracey was practically bouncing with excitement as she strutted down the corridor in front of Harry. Her slim frame led down to quite the perky ass that kept jiggling as she leapt off of the balls of her feet. Her long brown hair hung down to the small of her back and swished back and forth teasingly.

Immediately, Harry had to stifle a groan. It’d been too damned long since he’d been with someone. He’d hooked up with Susan Bones during the summer after the war once he and Ginny realised that they weren’t going to work out together, and then there’d been that muggle woman named Maggie he’d slept with just before he had to return to Hogwarts, but since then he hadn’t had sex with anyone. He wanted to bend her over and grab a fistful of her hair before he…

Merlin, he was going to need to take a cold shower after dealing with this.

How did one even go about chastising someone who seemed to be strutting around the castle naked? When it was a couple in a broom cupboard, Harry could at least knock on the door and give them a chance to put their clothes back on. Confronting Tracey like this would be awkward to say the least.

But maybe that was exactly what she was hoping for, a small part of his mind tried to convince him. What if she was walking around like this in the hopes that someone would find her and give her the type of punishment she was so desperately craving?

Now that could be fun.

“Fuck,” Tracey moaned. It was only then that he realised that one of her hands was buried between her thighs. She was facing away from him, so it was hard to see, but he could definitely make out a couple of fingers plunging back and forth between her legs. “So close.”

It was getting harder and harder to resist. Tracey was a truly gorgeous witch, and Harry was a handsome wizard. Surely she’d be just as interested in—

Suddenly, a creaking door in the distance made both Tracey and Harry freeze up. The only other person on this floor was… Madam Pomfrey!

Harry was safe under his Invisibility Cloak, but Tracey was completely exposed. Her head snapped back and forth as she looked for a place to hide. There weren’t any rooms nearby that she could duck into, but there was an alcove with a statue—

The thought had barely formed in his mind before Tracey lunged towards it. Her large breasts bounced wildly as she ducked behind the marble statue of a man riding a horse. Harry followed her in as quietly as possible, pressing his back to the wall as he watched her crouch down. The moonlight illuminated her hazel-coloured eyes and made the flecks of amber truly stand out. But as beautiful as her eyes were, nothing compared to watching her finger her pussy.

As Tracey stared out, waiting for Madam Pomfrey to pass by, her fingers plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The wet, lewd sound of it was just loud enough for any passerby to maybe pick up on, but either Tracey didn’t care or she really got off on the idea of being caught.

“Come on, come on,” Tracey murmured to herself as she used her free hand to pinch her nipples roughly. Liquid was dripping out of her core and spilling down her hand as she fingered herself faster and faster as the footsteps grew closer.

And then, just as Madam Pomfrey entered into the corridor, Tracey stopped. She slapped her free hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as she sank her fingers as deep as they could go inside of her. Then, she started grinding her clit against the palm of her hand.

Harry didn’t know if he could get any harder watching this. The urge to reach within his trousers and to start wanking was almost too strong, but he didn’t want to risk getting caught by either Tracey or Madam Pomfrey.

The old matron came into view just a couple of seconds later, yawning loudly as she stretched her arms behind her back. She passed by the alcove without even offering it a cursory glance. Tracey’s eyes were painfully wide as she watched the old woman continue past and then disappear from sight. A muffled moan finally bubbled up from her throat as she started fingering herself again.

Then, without any warning, Tracey suddenly squealed.

A thick rush of liquid shot out of her pussy and splattered across the back of the base of the statue she was hiding behind. Her knees were trembling so badly that she actually ended up falling over onto her ass, but that didn’t stop her from fingering herself wildly as more and more liquid shot out of her.

“Is someone there?” Madam Pomfrey suddenly called out from a distance. “Peeves, if that’s you again, I’ll be telling the Headmistress about this!”

The footsteps started getting closer again, and that’s when Tracey realised that she was painfully close to actually getting caught.

She leapt to her feet and dashed straight past Harry, accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. He held back from making any noise and, luckily, Tracey didn’t look back in his direction. She just went off sprinting down the corridor from the direction Madam Pomfrey had originally come from.

Madam Pomfrey returned just a few seconds later, huffing as she waved the illuminated tip of her wand around, searching for intruders. This time, she glanced into the alcove, but Harry’s invisibility kept him safe.

It was only once Harry had counted to ten after she’d left his sight that he hurriedly unzipped his trousers and started wanking. He pumped his shaft furiously, utterly breathless as he replayed the scene he’d just witnessed in his mind over and over again. Before he knew it, he was exploding all over the puddle of mess that Tracey had left.

“Scourgify,” Harry eventually said once he’d fully finished and put his cock back within his trousers.

The mess vanished, and he quickly dipped out of the alcove before returning to his patrol route.

He was going to end things early tonight and get back to his room so that he could wank again. And then he was going to volunteer to take every single patrol he could in the hopes of running into Tracey Davis again.

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Tracey was back the next night, only this time she had something on her: a thick, black collar around her neck that had a long, silver leash connected to it. Harry had waited all night by the dungeons until she came out and then followed her around to one of the bathrooms by a secret passage that would take you up to the first floor by the Muggle Studies classroom. Tracey disappeared inside for a moment and then returned back with only that collar and leash in hand.

This time, both she and Harry were jittering with excitement as they got off on their walk. Harry did his best to stay quiet and a fair distance behind Tracey, but he was so utterly transfixed by her jiggling ass and the sheer sexual glee that she exuded that he found himself getting closer to her than he probably should have. There were a couple of moments when he feared that she’d heard the scuff of his shoe against the cobblestone, but his Invisibility Cloak kept him safe from detection.

That night, Tracey climbed all the way up to the Trophy Room on the third floor before she couldn’t take it anymore and started masturbating out in the open. She was giggling madly as she came, her breasts heaving upon her chest.

Harry followed her all the way back down until she returned to her common room.

Now that he knew her routine, a plan began to form in his mind.

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On the fourth night, Harry was bold enough to masturbate alongside Tracey up in the Astronomy Tower not long after the daily class had ended. Tracey had left her legs hanging over the edge on the tower as she rubbed her clit and moaned as loudly as she wanted. Harry sat down against one of the pillars a decent bit away from Tracey and stroked himself until he finished just a few moments before she did.

Even though she was done for now, Tracey basked in her nakedness. She danced around the tower even with her juices soaking her inner thighs. The evening chill did little to dissuade her, and Harry was thankful for it because he loved how stiff her nipples got and the way gooseflesh covered her breasts.

“Fuck, I need someone to do this with,” Tracey said breathlessly as she collapsed back down onto the floor, her chest heaving.

As she tugged at the leash, pulling on her collar gently, Harry wanted to reach out and grab it off of her.

But not tonight.

Tonight was simply a confirmation of what he’d already known.

Tomorrow would be when he made his move.

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After promising Hermione six times that he was really okay with taking over her nighttime patrol shift, Harry headed out into the castle. Unlike his normal, lazy, listless patrol, he used the map from the very start and rushed between the various floors of the castle to clear out any students who were lingering at night. He didn’t want any potential interruptions for what was to come.

There were only a couple of couples off snogging that he had to deal with before no new ones appeared. He figured that word had gotten round to all of the houses that he was looking to keep things quiet tonight. But that didn’t stop Tracey from appearing nearly two hours afterwards.

Up on the fifth floor, Harry followed Tracey on the map as she returned to her usual bathroom, presumably disrobed, and then began making her way up the various floors. She’d been travelling higher and higher up through the castle in the previous few days, and today was no exception.

He met her on the fifth floor as she exited from the Grand Staircase. The sleeping portraits paid her no mind as she giddily ran down the corridor, holding onto that leash connected to her collar, right towards Harry.

As she ran past him, Harry took off his Invisibility Cloak and quietly followed her. She ran all the way to the far end of the corridor they were in before coming to a stop in front of a grand window. She pressed her bare breasts against them, shivering from the cool touch, and stared out and what lay beyond as she swayed her ass back and forth.

Just before he got close enough to risk her seeing him out of the periphery of her vision, Harry cleared his throat.

Tracey leapt in fright and instinctively covered herself up. One arm covered her pink nipples and squeezed down on her breasts while her other hand was used to cover up her hairless slit. She ducked into a crouch, trying to cover up more of herself as she finally looked up and realised that it was Harry here with her.

“H-Harry,” she stuttered out nervously. Her cheeks went a deep shade of crimson. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“No?” Harry snorted in amusement, taking a few steps closer. “So, you haven’t been streaking through the corridors at night all week?”

“You know about that?” Tracey’s eyes went wide. “Wait, have you been watching me?”

“Yes,” Harry admittedly openly before he held out one of his hands. “And I think it’s high time I give you what you’ve so desperately been craving.”

“And what’s that?” Tracey asked, her nervousness at being caught changing into a different sort of nervousness.

“A master to hold your leash,” Harry answered.

Tracey looked like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her breathing grew loud enough for Harry to hear it. “Are you sure that you’d really want—”

“Don’t play coy now,” Harry chastised her. He gestured again with his open hand. “Now, are you going to hand over the leash or do I have to punish you?”

Tracey’s entire body trembled with unbridled excitement. “Yes, sir,” she practically purred.

Standing slowly, Tracey stopped hiding her body. She held her arms to the side of her and let him get a wonderful look at her flat belly, wide hips, and perky breasts that sat high on her chest. There were few dreams that could compare to her gorgeous body, and the feeling of her putting the leash in his hand made him feel so damned powerful.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Harry ordered her as he grasped the leash.

Tracey hesitated only for the slightest moment before she acquiesced to Harry’s will. She dropped to her hands and knees in front of him and crawled over until she was right by his side. Looking up at him with nothing but lust in her eyes, she asked the question he’d been dreaming of for days. “What now, master?”

It wouldn’t be long before Harry’s erection became noticeable, but he didn’t want Tracey to think that he’d be giving in to her easily.

“Star walking,” he commanded, gesturing down the corridor with a tug of the leash.

Tracey started crawling forward immediately. Her back was ever-so-slightly arched to help show off her ass as she moved forward on her hands and knees. She didn’t even bother to look back at him to see if he was following her, which he was. Harry moved quietly, following her every movement as his gaze focused in on her puffy pink lips between her thighs.

He’d already known that Tracey would be wet by the time she reached this floor, but she was positively dripping now that Harry was commanding her. There was a thin trail of her juices that stretched from her labia down to her left thigh, and it clung there, refusing to let go. Occasionally, Harry would catch sight of another bit of her juices slowly sliding down the strand until it stained her thighs even more than they already were.

“You’ve been so naughty,” Harry teased her as he reached down and pinched her ass cheek.

Tracey yelped quietly in surprise at his touch. “I needed this,” she told him.

“Because you’re a slut?”

“Because I’m your slut,” she countered as she glanced back at him. “You’re the one holding the leash, aren’t you?”

“And don’t you forget it,” Harry said, tugging hard enough on the leash to make Tracey jerk backwards towards him.

“I won’t… as long as you give me what I want,” Tracey replied as she lowered her torso down onto the cobblestone floor. She reached between her legs and spread her labia open with a couple of fingers, showing Harry exactly where he could bury his cock if he wanted to.

But he wasn’t going to give in to her quite yet. He admired her body, and he knew that her pussy would feel divine, but this wasn’t enough to sate his thrill. And he doubted it was enough to sate Tracey’s either.

“Then keep crawling,” Harry told her as he boldly strode up and spanked her ass.

Tracey responded immediately by crawling forward faster than before. She was shuffling her legs as though her life depended on it, but all Harry cared about was how sexy her ass and pussy looked as he followed behind her.

As they reached a corner, Tracey looked back at him. “There are other ways you could punish me,” she said, as though he didn’t already know.

The need from her was obvious, but so was Harry’s. His cock was so hard that he feared it’d rip a hole through his trousers.

Quickly, Harry consulted the Marauder’s Map. He whispered the passphrase so that Tracey wouldn’t overhear it, and once he did, he was relieved to see that no one was within more than two floors from them.

This was his time to strike. He’d waited too long since shagging someone, and he wasn’t about to let this moment pass.

In the middle of the corridor, Harry pounced on top of Tracey. His crotch was pressed against her ass as he wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear. “How badly do you need this?”

Tracey shivered in excitement. “So badly,” she whined. “I’ve been hoping that someone would stumble upon me, but I never dared dream that it’d be someone as handsome as you. If you’d just—”

Harry and Tracey both groaned as the tip of his cock parted her lower lips. She quickly readjusted the position of her hands to keep herself steady on the floor as he jostled forward a bit, pushing himself ever so slightly deeper inside of her.

“You’d better come back night after night to see me,” Harry groaned as he kissed Tracey’s neck.

“I promise,” she assured him as she arched her back and pressed her ass against his hips.

His first thrust came out of a natural instinct rather than something predetermined. Tracey’s body had rocked against his, and his body demanded that he thrust forward to fill up her tight little pussy. And so he did.

Tracey cried out as Harry’s cock spread her pussy wide open. Even in his previous shags, he’d never had anyone envelop him in exactly this way. It was utterly divine, and despite his best intentions, Harry knew that he wasn’t going to last very long inside of her.

So, he decided to make the most out of the moment that he had.

Pressing down on her back, Harry started pounding into Tracey’s slutty pussy, driving both of them wild. His balls smacked hard off of her clit as he rammed into her again and again. Tracey was clearly struggling to stay in place as Harry fucked her, but she didn’t dare ask him to stop. Instead, she scrambled with her hands and did her very best to remain stationary as she was.

That only lasted a few seconds though, and then Tracey fell utterly prone onto the floor. Harry fell with her and kept thrusting his hard cock inside of her pussy again and again as the two of them slowly shuffled forward on the floor.

“Fuck!” Tracey cried out. “You feel incredible!”

Harry chuckled and reached around to grope her breast as he kept pounding her into the floor. “I’ve never felt anyone as perfect as you around my cock,” he groaned as he gently bit into her collarbone and began to leave a hickey for her to find tomorrow.

Tracey moaned loudly as her walls clenched hard around his cock. He spanked her hard again and shoved his cock as deep inside of her as it could go, and he was rewarded with the sweetest cry he’d ever heard.

“Fuck, Master!” Tracey exclaimed.

He tugged on the leash, choking her ever so slightly before he released the pressure. Tracey threw her head back as though begging for more, so he did exactly that. Harry pulled hard on the leash as he went right back to fucking her at a fast, steady rhythm that had her body rocking back and forth as she desperately tried to throw her ass back to fill her pussy up with his cock again.

Again and again, Harry plowed into her as he felt his pleasure beginning to grow and grow until it was hard to take anymore. Her incredible tightness would’ve been enough to make any other man finish by now, but Harry was desperate to keep up with his stamina until he felt Tracey finishing alongside him.

For all her excitement, she seemed to have quite the keen control over her orgasms. Tracey’s walls occasionally fluttered around his cock, but nothing seemed to be enough to set her off.

“Don’t you wish we could have an audience right now?” Harry murmured into her ear as he slammed his cock deep inside of her.

Tracey moaned and reached back to grab his arm, but she was ultimately forced to place both of her hands back down on the floor to stay steady. “You mean besides you?” She asked.

Harry chuckled and kissed her neck. “Yes, besides me,” he groaned, filling her up again. “What if any of your friends caught us here? Daphne? Blaise? Maybe some of my friends. Or what if you just don’t care and what any degenerate to show up and watch us fucking so that they can go back to their room and masturbate to the image of us?”

That last one seemed to be on the money because Tracey’s pussy squeezed his cock harder than ever before. It began to pulse with an intensity that rivalled Harry’s heartbeat.

“You just want everyone to see how fucking hot you are, don’t you?” Harry groaned. “And you want them to see you being taken like a bitch in heat. Well, I’ll give you what you want.”

Wave after wave of pleasure set Harry off. As his cock pulsed in time with Tracey’s erratic heartbeat, he spewed thick spurts of cum deep into her needy pussy. His vision darkened, and all he could do was grab onto Tracey’s hips and hope that he didn’t fall over as he kept ramming into her. Her pussy was spasming uncontrollably around his thick shaft, milking out every last drop of cum that he had as she screamed his name at the top of her lungs.

The moment of pure bliss felt like a lifetime, and it was only ruined by the intruding footsteps that sounded distantly along the cobblestone floor.

“Lead them to me,” the caretaker, Filch, said aloud. His frail voice had a way of echoing through the corridors, providing a menacing warning to all those who may still be awake.

“It’s Filch,” Harry hissed as he helped Tracey to her feet. Despite her shaky legs, she managed to get up alright. His messy cock slipped out of her pussy, and as much as he wanted to get dressed again and clean up, another thought shot through his mind.

With a flick of his wand, Harry vanished all of the clothes from his body, leaving him as naked as Tracey. She laughed loudly when she saw him.

“I can carry you,” he told her with a wicked grin.

“No,” Tracey shook her head, already taking a few tentative steps forward awkwardly. She seemed keen on staying in front of him just so that he could admire her ass. “I’ll be alright. But we should hurry.”

“Where are they?” Filch’s distant voice echoed through the corridor. No doubt, Mrs Norris was leading the way.

Harry followed Tracey as she took off on a run. Together, the two of them sprinted down the corridor as Filch shouted after them. Harry knew that they could outrun the old man easily, but that was the last thing on his mind. What he was truly wondering was where he could shag Tracey next.