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HP as a girl... Pimp path
🕑 Added 2024-10-04 08:18:24 +0000 UTCA tall man in a dark coat
Harry's heart raced as he swiveled around to face the mysterious figure. The man was cloaked in a black robe that made him blend into the shadowy corner of the pub, his face obscured by the deep hood. His eyes, however, pierced through the veil, gleaming with a sinister intent that sent shivers down Harry's spine.
The man was tall and lean, his hands adorned with rings that reflected the dim light, casting an eerie glow on the ancient bricks of the Leaky Cauldron. The air around him was charged with a sense of danger and malice, and Harry knew instinctively that this was not someone to be trifled with.
His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of this unwelcome encounter. The man leaned closer, his breath a toxic mix of stale tobacco and dark magic, and whispered, "I've been waiting for you, my dear... or should I say, Missy?" His voice was smooth and silky, yet it contained a hint of menace that made Harry's knees wobble slightly.
Harry weakly mutters a female name. "I'm... I'm... Rose."
The cloaked figure chuckled darkly at Harry's feeble attempt to disguise himself. "Rose, is it?" He drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm. "I can see you're trying to be clever, but you're no match for me. I don't care who you are, but your mine now."
He grabbed Harry's wrist, his grip surprisingly firm, and pulled him through the murky crowd towards the back of the pub. Harry's new, softer skin slid against the rough fabric of the man's robes, his pulse quickening with a mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome arousal.
The smoky atmosphere clung to his long, curly hair, giving him a mysterious allure that seemed to draw the attention of several nearby patrons, who leered at his curvy figure with hungry eyes. Harry felt a pang of vulnerability, his small, perky breasts bouncing gently with each step, and his newly discovered pussy grew wet and sensitive with every nervous twitch of his body.
The man finally stopped in front of a concealed door, his hand moving to Harry's hip and giving it a squeeze that was more possessive than friendly. "You've stumbled into my world now, Rose," he said with a wicked smile. "Welcome to the darker side of Diagon Alley." With a flick of his wand, the door swung open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit alleyway that smelled of sex and magic. Harry gulped, his heart racing, as the man pushed him through the doorway, his world about to take an even more unexpected turn.
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