The Dormant Power ch.17 (Patreon)

"You are... you..." Harry struggled to find words to express his appreciation. "You're absolutely stunning, Hermione." Her blush deepened,

"You are... you..." Harry struggled to find words to express his appreciation. "You're absolutely stunning, Hermione."

Her blush deepened, and for a moment, he could see the conflict playing out behind her eyes, and he felt the roiling emotions in her soul. Suddenly, she was forced to battle between her love for Cedric and the undeniable attraction she felt for Harry. It was a battle he intended to win, and he felt his power growing stronger with the rising desire.

"Thank you, Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked away. With trembling hands, she reached up to adjust the collar of her Japanese schoolgirl outfit, the movement drawing his attention to the gentle curve of her neck and the delicate pulse point just beneath the skin. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, and he allowed himself to savor it.

"I love you, Hermione," he blurted out, his voice low and husky, softening his confession. "I've always loved you."

Her eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and longing that both thrilled and terrified him. As he stared into their depths, he saw the potential for so much more between them – friendship, love, passion – and he knew he would do anything to make those possibilities a reality.

"Please, Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I don't know what's happening to me... but I can't. Cedric..."

"Forget Cedric," Harry reached out and pulled her close, pressing her body to his, drawing her desire like a snake charmer hypnotizing a python. He could take her now, he knew he could. He could twist her love and desire for Cedric and turn it towards himself, making her his slave.

But deep down, the human part of Harry didn't want a slave. He wanted her to be his, but he also wanted her to want him.

"Please, Hermione," he murmured into her ear, her soft breasts pressed against his chest. "Just let me show you how good my love can feel."

He felt her surrender, her natural desire and care for him rising. Using his power, he stroked those feelings, making them grow until they pulsed freely. He leaned in, his mouth inches from Hermione's, inhaling her warm, sweet scent. He was about to kiss the woman he loved, and nothing, nothing he'd done before this moment in his life, mattered.

"Get your hands off her!"

Not again, Harry thought as the door burst open. Cedric, with his mouth twisted into a nasty grin, lunged at him from across the room. Hermione gasped, and her essence became cold, as if doused with cold water. She pushed away from Harry, leaving him defenseless against Cedric's attack.

Harry reacted instinctively, flinging Cedric off him as if he were a doll. Cedric's tall form crashed against the wall before collapsing to the floor, gasping for breath. Hermione's shock was replaced by horror as she rushed to Cedric's side.

"What are you doing?" she screamed at Harry, tears welling in her eyes.

As Harry watched them, a strange feeling gnawed at him inside. He could sense their love, the bond that connected them. Did he really want to steal that from Hermione? His mind raced as he considered his next move.

"Are you okay, darling?" Hermione asked Cedric, gently running her fingers through his hair.

With a surge of anger, Cedric rose to his feet and possessively grabbed Hermione by the arm, pulling her with him.

"I don't know what the fuck you're doing," Cedric growled. "But Hermione is mine."

Something inside Harry snapped. The need to have Hermione overwhelmed every other thought. He didn't move, but his whip of power struck. He took Cedric's possessive need and fed it to Hermione, forcing Cedric to step back, his body trembling with impotent fury.

Hermione placed her hand on Cedric's shoulder, then stepped out from behind him. She looked at Harry with a mixture of confusion and fear on her face. Her chest heaved as she tried to understand what was happening. Harry could feel the conflicting emotions swirling within her.

"Please, Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't know what to do."

Harry's heart ached at her words, but the darkness within urged him to seize the opportunity. He knew that if he pushed, she would break – and in that moment of vulnerability, he could claim her as his own.

"Yes, you do, Hermione," he murmured seductively, using his powers to fan the flames of her desire. "Just admit you want me."

"Hermione, what—?" Cedric began, but Harry lashed out with his power, binding him with threads of anger and desire until he couldn't speak.

As they stood there, the tension in the room grew, suffocating them with its intensity. Harry's heart raced as he felt the surge of power coursing through his veins. With great care, he reached out to explore the depths of Hermione's emotions.

Buried beneath layers of fear and love for Cedric, Harry found something – an emotion that flickered like a faintly lit flame, yearning for oxygen to ignite it. Was it friendship? Love? He couldn't be sure, but he knew it was for him. And he wanted more.

"Let go, Hermione," he murmured seductively, using his powers to fan the flames of her desire. "Give in to your feelings."

As Harry held Hermione's trembling soul in his hand, he couldn't stop wondering if he was truly doing this for her - or if his desire to possess her had completely consumed him. The line between love and obsession had blurred, and he was lost in the darkness. And he didn't care.

Her eyes glazed over as she succumbed to his influence, her body shaking with need. She looked at him with a mixture of longing and fear, unsure of what to do. Harry took her hand and guided it to his face, her fingertips brushing against his lips.

"Touch me, Hermione," he commanded gently, wanting to show her the pleasures that awaited her. "I'll make you feel things you never imagined."

As Harry spoke, he saw Cedric seething with impotent rage in the corner of the room, his fists clenched. Harry sent a wave of Hermione's confusion towards Cedric, and suddenly, it became his own confusion. Cedric slumped against the wall, held captive by the force of Harry's will.

The tension in the room reached a fever pitch, stifling them with its intensity. Harry's heart pounded as he felt a surge of power flowing through his veins. He reached out to explore the depths of Hermione's emotions, fueling the flickering flame of her desire for him.

"Let go, Hermione," he murmured seductively, using his powers to stoke the flames of her desire. "Give in to your feelings."

As Harry held Hermione's trembling soul in his hand, he couldn't stop wondering if he was truly doing this for her - or if his desire to possess her had completely consumed him. The line between love and obsession had blurred, and he was lost in the darkness. And he didn't care.

Her eyes glazed over as she succumbed to his influence, her body shaking with need. She looked at him with a mixture of longing and fear, unsure of what to do. Harry took her hand and guided it to his face, her fingertips brushing against his lips.

"Touch me, Hermione," he commanded gently, wanting to show her the pleasures that awaited her. "I'll make you feel things you never imagined."

As Harry spoke, he saw Cedric seething with impotent rage in the corner of the room, his fists clenched. Harry sent a wave of Hermione's confusion towards Cedric, and suddenly, it became his own confusion. Cedric slumped against the wall, held captive by the force of Harry's will.

Harry's attention returned to Hermione, who now stared at him with undisguised lust. He led her to the bed, pushing Cedric aside, and laid her down on the mattress. Harry knelt before her, giving her the devotion she deserved, and spread her creamy thighs apart.

Hermione gasped as Harry slid his head between her legs, inhaling her intoxicating scent. His tongue traced a path along the inside of her thighs, making her shiver with anticipation.

"Oh God, Cedric!" she moaned. "Please, baby, look away!"

But Cedric couldn't look away; Harry wouldn't let him. Instead, Harry forced him to sit against the wall and watch as he slid Hermione's skirt from her hips and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties.

"Ready?" Harry asked, sending a hot ripple of his need through her nervous system. He felt Cedric's love vibrating behind him, so he took it too, using it to caress Hermione's soul until she bit her plump lower lip and nodded.

Harry smiled, then removed her panties, leaving her pink pussy bare and glistening with desire. He had never seen Hermione's pussy before and was delighted to find it shaved, with only a small brown strip leading to the swollen pink valley between her thighs.

With delicate care, Harry parted her engorged labia with his tongue, tracing the opening to her clit, then back down, exploring every crevice and fold with his tongue. He was gentle but insistent, driving her to greater and greater heights of pleasure. But that wasn't all. He sent her Cedric's love, entwining it with her desire, so that every stroke of his tongue made her fall deeper in love with him. Soon Hermione's body was writhing under his mouth, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"Oh God, Harry... don't stop," she moaned as he continued to tease her, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Harry revealed in the control he had over her, savoring her vulnerability and complete surrender to his touch. As his tongue continued its magic on Hermione, he felt her body tremble beneath him. Her moans grew louder and more desperate as she surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her. Their eyes met for a moment, and he saw in her gaze a mix of emotions: fear, love, and a final resistance. She fought against the lustful fog clouding her mind, but she couldn't resist the sensations coursing through her body.

"Please... Harry," she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of conflicting emotions. "It feels so good, but... Cedric..."

Harry hesitated, his own sense of guilt and confusion momentarily overshadowing the darkness that had consumed him. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help the allure of the power he held over her. He wanted her to be his, completely and utterly, and that desire was becoming harder to resist.