Pucey, lover of lions

After themdestruction of the broom

The Gryffindor Quidditch team was not the only one to visit Harry Potter after his encounter with the Dementors. A Slytherin also came to see him. Adrian Pucey had been worried when he saw the Dementors attacking the lion.

"Are you alright, Heir Potter?" Adrian asked the boy, who was confused, why Slytherin had called him Heir Potter instead of just Potter. Why was a Slytherin asking him if he was alright, to begin with? Don't they hate him? This male confused Harry, and the Gryffindor would have to ask the other male what he meant.

"What did you mean by Heir Potter?" Harry asked him, and Adrian smiled; he was more than happy to answer. After all, the blood traitors and his friends were not telling him anything. Maybe Heir Potter would reward him; he was a Slytherin.

"What I meant was their Heirs to lordships that control our government and make laws departed laws. Board of Governors of Hogwarts." The Slytherin said to the lion, which confused Harry even more. What the devil was this snake trying to tell him? Was he trying to mess with him? Or was he telling the third year the truth?

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Harry asked the serpent. The Slytherin Chaser couldn't tell him why, but Adrian had some theories. He thinks the Headmaster wants him to be poorly educated and keep his lordship from the third year. The headmaster could have been charged with line theft if this was correct.

"I cannot tell you as I do not know the answer myself, Potter." Adrian answered truthfully, which he knew didn't help the lion; even at thirteen years old, Adrian thought Harry Potter looked adorable and somewhat feminine; the older Slytherin could imagine him with nice big tits and a round stomach with children his children. With older kids running around, not like the Weasley's goddess forbid, his 11-inch cock was starting to chub up. Adrian didn't wish to scare his future spouse early, so he hid his lower half.

"Thank you for telling me what you do know, Pucey." Harry replied politely and civilly the way that Adrian Pucey would not describe Gryffindors while they spoke to or about Slytherins like himself. The older teen would train his spouse in ways he will not understand, such as what will bring him sexual pleasure and what will not. After his, Harry will only have his cock and semen inside his mouth or cunt, as once Adrian is done, it will look like a cunt.

Not that the older wizard would mind. He'd love to be the first and only man in his life, and he couldn't wait to blast his wife's face with his cum; then, everyone would know that Harry Pucey belonged to him and only him. The Slytherin does not share that they are possessive like that; so many of his housemates wanted a lion to put into their place like to own it to raise for their use or public use. What he means by the public is if their owner tried to pound them while everyone was looking, then they'd be fucked.

He had to leave before more lions showed up, and he had information for his own house to know. He was utterly soft when he returned to Slytherin's standard room. "Pucey! Where'd you go?" Marcus Flint slurred. He was drunk like most of his housemates. It was the first time someone defeated Potter.

"I was seeing a lion." Adrian responded, making his yearmate laugh; then Flint leered at him.

"Yeah, you went to see a lion. How many times did you pound the cunt of the lion? Male or female doesn't matter after they all have pussies and are good for breeding like the Weasley, right Warrington? You've got an eye of one of the Wesley twins?" Marcus laughed towards Cassius Warrington, who smirked and nodded. He did, indeed. George weasley would look great constantly fat and pregnant with heaps of babies around him

"This one is different. Did you know Potter has no idea about his position on the Wizengamot?" Adrian casually said, and Marcus stopped laughing, left and turned the music off. Everyone was now looking at Flint to see why he turned the music off.

"You went to see Virgin Potter? That little bitch is the one you chose? What the fuck do you mean he doesn't know he is going to be Lord Potter?" Marcus demanded of Adrian, and everyone looked at Pucey as to why he chose Potter to be his whore.

"Didn't even know he was heir, Potter; I had to explain to my lioness that she was an heir." Adrian admits to Marcus Flint, who growled out at this. His whore didn't even tell him Oliver Wood would be punished for this!

"Everyone will be writing to their families about this, and third year and up, I hope you have chosen your lions because, after today, you'll be getting them. Oliver Wood is off limits, and so is Harry Potter." Marcus ordered his house, and everyone scrambled to write letters home to tell everyone about the situation. "You! You better have that virgin cunt on that massive cock of yours by the end of the end of the year or else!" Marcus snarled at Adrian, and he would. Marcus Flint had been the leader of the Slytherin house for years, and Adrain knew better than to ignore an order.

Adrian and Marcus left the Slytherin common room, and the party was forgotten. Adrian followed Marcus. He found Wood, and we saw the two Slytherin's. He was about to say something but stopped once he saw Marcus Flint's furious face and walked to them, knowing what would happen.

There was an empty classroom that Adrian and Marcus ducked into, and Oliver followed. "You said nothing about involving others, Flint." Oliver spat out when the door was closed, and a silent ward was erected.

"He has his eyes on his lion, speaking of Lions bitch what the fuck am I hearing, your seeker not knowing anything about the lordship or heirship that he has, huh? I knew I should have taken him under my wing and as his father." Marcus said. So they've discussed this before, Adrian thought. How many times does he have no clue?

"Of course, he knows." Oliver replied. Wood stopped when he saw Pucey's shaking his head. Then, the lion looked at his snake. "He knows, do not tell me he doesn't know." Oliver said weakly like, and he couldn't believe it.

"Trust me; he doesn't. Adrian doesn't lie; we should have been his parents when I came and saw his small size. Jesus, I was ready to be a father, Wood, but your pussy wouldn't bear me a son." Marcus complained that his captain had tried to knock up the other captain.

"I had to explain it to him Wood." Adrian admits the chaser doesn't think there would be consequences, but someone should have told him.