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The Great Hall buzzed with the usual morning chaos. Students shouted over one another, and the enchanted ceiling mirrored a grey Scottish sky. Severus Snape sat at the high table with his usual expression of profound boredom. His dark eyes flickered toward Harriet Potter, who sat two seats away from him. She looked nervous, she fidgeted with her robes, and she kept glancing at the Headmaster.
Beneath the heavy linen of the tablecloth, Snape's hand held a small, fleshy object that felt warm to the touch. It was a charmed piece of silicone and magic, shaped exactly like Harriet's clitoris and vaginal canal. He had spent weeks perfecting the link between the object and the girl. Every touch he applied to the toy was mirrored instantly on her own body.
Snape slid two long fingers into the artificial opening. He felt the simulated walls grip his digits, he pushed deeper into the fake heat, and he imagined the look on Harriet's face. Two seats down, Harriet suddenly gasped. Her back arched slightly, her thighs clamped together, and her breath hitched in her throat. She felt a sudden, phantom intrusion between her legs. It felt as if invisible fingers had just slid deep inside her pussy.
She looked around wildly, she checked for any witnesses, and she tried to swallow the moan rising in her throat. There was no one touching her, yet she felt the distinct sensation of being fingered. The pressure was firm, the rhythm was steady, and the feeling was overwhelmingly real. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turned white, and she stared straight ahead with wide eyes.
Snape watched her reaction with a predatory glint in his eyes. He began to curl his fingers, he rubbed the simulated clit with his thumb, and he increased the speed of his movements. He could see the flush creeping up Harriet's neck. He noticed the way her chest heaved, he saw her lips part, and he knew she was fighting for control.
Harriet felt a wave of heat crash over her. The invisible fingers were swirling inside her, they were hitting her G-spot with precision, and they were making her wet. She could feel her own juices soaking into her underwear, she felt the friction of the phantom touch, and she felt her core begin to throb. She tried to focus on the conversation about the upcoming Quidditch match, but the pleasure was too loud.
Snape shifted his grip on the toy. He pushed his middle finger deep into the fake cunt, he hooked it upward, and he mimicked a digging motion. Harriet let out a small, strangled whimper. She quickly covered it with a fake cough, she reached for her goblet of pumpkin juice, and she trembled as she took a sip. The liquid felt cold, but her lower body was on fire.
She knew Snape was doing something. She had seen him glancing at her with that smug, knowing smirk. She felt the invisible fingers stretch her open, she felt them slide in and out of her, and she felt the intense pressure building in her pelvis. Every time he moved his hand under the table, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her spine.
Snape decided to be more aggressive. He used three fingers now, he pumped them rapidly into the charmed object, and he used his thumb to grind hard against the fake clitoris. Harriet's legs shook violently. She had to cross her ankles tightly, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, and she had to pray that no one noticed her shaking.
The sensation was unbearable. She felt the phantom fingers rubbing against her most sensitive spots, she felt the suction of the magic, and she felt her orgasm beginning to coil in her gut. She was dripping wet, her pussy was pulsing around the invisible intrusion, and she was on the verge of a total collapse.
Snape leaned closer to her, pretending to discuss a potion ingredient. His voice was a low murmur, his breath brushed her ear, and his hand continued to fuck the toy with ruthless efficiency. He whispered that she looked quite stressed, he asked if she needed a calming draught, and he smiled when he saw her pupils dilate.
Harriet couldn't breathe. The invisible fingers were moving faster now, they were hammering into her, and they were driving her toward the edge. She felt her muscles tighten, she felt her breath become shallow, and she felt the first sparks of a climax. She tried to shift her weight to escape the feeling, but the magic followed her every move.
Snape felt the toy vibrate in his hand, signaling that the link was peaking. He gave one final, deep thrust into the fake cunt, he pressed his thumb hard into the clit, and he held the pressure there. Harriet's world exploded. She clamped her eyes shut, she gripped the table so hard the wood creaked, and she experienced a violent, crashing orgasm.
Her internal muscles clamped down on the invisible fingers, she felt the waves of pleasure ripple through her entire body, and she let out a long, shaky exhale. She slumped in her seat, her face was bright red, and her heart was hammering against her ribs. She felt completely spent, she felt the lingering tingles in her pussy, and she felt a deep sense of shame.
Snape slowly withdrew his fingers from the object. He tucked the toy back into his sleeve, he took a calm sip of his tea, and he looked at Harriet with an expression of pure satisfaction. He had dominated her in front of the entire school, he had forced her to endure pleasure in public, and he had left her shaking and ruined.
Harriet slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Snape, she saw the glint of triumph in his gaze, and she realized she was completely at his mercy. She felt the dampness of her underwear, she felt the ache in her clitoris, and she knew this was only the beginning.