I am Peter Pettigrew

The participant tents were abuzz with chatter and relief as I entered, brushing off the cool breeze that lingered from the arena. Inside, champions and their families gathered, their emotions ranging from pride to exhaustion. My eyes immediately sought Harry and Sirius, who stood near the far end of the tent, the golden egg cradled in Harry's hands.

Sirius spotted me first, waving me over enthusiastically. "Peter!" he called, his face alight with joy.

As I approached, I noticed Harry's flushed cheeks, his robes singed in places, but his eyes bright with pride and disbelief.

"Unbelievable!" Sirius said, practically bouncing on his heels. "You were brilliant, Harry! Absolutely brilliant!"

Harry grinned, though his gaze flickered toward me. "Thank you, Professor. I wouldn't have been able to do it without your training."

I shook my head, raising a hand to stop him. "No, Harry. This was all you. I just showed you some spells and gave you advice. You're the one who faced down a dragon and came out victorious. You've earned this moment."

Sirius clapped a hand on my shoulder, his grin softening into something more genuine. "Still, Peter, you've been there for him in ways I couldn't. I can't thank you enough for that."

I waved him off, as if feeling a bit embarrassed under the praise. "Sirius, it's nothing. As his uncle, it's my responsibility to look after him. Family looks out for each other."

Harry blinked at me, his expression softening with something I could only describe as gratitude. Sirius, meanwhile, looked like he might burst with pride, his chest puffed out and a smile glued to his face. It's so easy to put on this act now.

Before the moment could stretch on, the tent flap rustled, and I turned to see Amos Diggory and Cedric stepping inside. Amos immediately zeroed in on me, his usual energy bolstered by fatherly pride.

"Professor Pettigrew!" Amos said, striding forward with his hand outstretched. "I've been meaning to thank you!"

I shook his hand, tilting my head curiously. "Thank me? For what, exactly?"

"For helping Cedric, of course!" Amos said, beaming. "He told me you gave him guidance and pointers for the first task. I know you didn't have to, but you did, and I can't tell you how much it means to us."

Cedric stepped forward, looking a bit sheepish but grateful. "Yeah, Professor. Thank you for helping me prepare. It made all the difference."

"You did an excellent job out there, Cedric," I said, smiling. "Your strategy was clever, and you stayed calm under pressure. That's all you."

Cedric nodded, then glanced at Harry. He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. "Thanks, Harry. For, you know… the tip about the dragons."

Harry shrugged, his smile modest. "It was only fair. You deserved to know."

I crossed my arms, chuckling softly. "As your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it's my responsibility to prepare all of you for what's ahead. Helping you train wasn't special—it's just what I'm here to do."

Amos beamed again, clapping Cedric on the shoulder before leading him out of the tent.

I turned back to Harry and Sirius, but my gaze caught Viktor Krum standing near the tent's entrance. He seemed preoccupied, but I walked over to him, offering a curt nod.

"Well done, Mr. Krum," I said. "Your approach was direct and effective. Sometimes simplicity is the best strategy."

Krum glanced at me, nodding once. "Thank you," he said, his tone brusque but polite.

Not wanting to linger, I made my way toward Fleur Delacour, who stood with her head held high, speaking softly to one of her Beauxbatons peers. Her silver-blonde hair shimmered in the tent's light, and there was a graceful confidence in her demeanor.

"Congratulations, Ms. Delacour," I said as I approached. "Your control over magic was remarkable out there."

She turned to me, her lips curving into a small smile. "Merci, Professor. Zat means a lot."

I nodded and stepped away, letting her return to her conversation.

Returning to Sirius and Harry, I clapped Harry on the shoulder. "You've made us all proud, Harry. Now, let's see what the second task brings."

Harry smiled up at me, clutching the golden egg tightly. For now, he looked like he could take on the world and with what I had planned for him, he needed all the training and confidence in the world.

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Peter stood tall and dominant in the dimly lit bedroom, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous sparkle as he surveyed his captive, Jules. She was the epitome of a willing prisoner, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Jules' large, blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, a mixture of nervousness and pure excitement. Her full, pink lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily, already aroused by the mere thought of what was to come. The 18-year-old's body was a sight to behold, with her ample breasts straining against the thin fabric of her silk robe, hinting at the delicious curves beneath. (Jules looks like the actress Alice Isaaz)

As instructed, Jules had positioned herself in the center of the room, standing tall against a sturdy wooden post. Her hands were raised above her head, wrists bound tightly with soft ropes, securing her to the post. The ropes were Peter's handiwork, expertly tied to ensure her comfort while rendering her completely at his mercy. She had willingly submitted to this bondage, craving the intense pleasure that only he could provide.

Peter took a step closer, his intense gaze traveling down her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. The sight of her soft, pale skin, contrasted by the dark ropes, sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He knew he held the power to drive her wild, and he relished every moment of it.

"You look absolutely stunning, my little pet," Peter whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down Jules' spine. "All tied up and ready for me. I can see the hunger in your eyes, and I plan to satisfy every craving you have."

Jules whimpered softly, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Professor... I want you so badly. I've been dreaming of this moment..."

A devilish grin spread across Peter's face as he reached out and gently caressed her cheek, his touch both tender and possessive. "Oh, I know what you want, Jules. And I'm going to give it to you, but on my terms. You're all mine tonight."

With that, he moved behind her, running his hands down her arms, tracing the path of the ropes. His fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, sending tingles down her body. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking beautiful, tied up like this. It makes me hard just thinking about what I'm going to do to you."

Jules moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Do it, Professor... Please, I need you."

Peter's hands traveled down her body, cupping her breasts through the silk robe. He teased her sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching them gently, causing Jules to arch her back and push her chest towards him. He could feel her hardened peaks straining against the fabric, a clear indication of her arousal. With a swift motion, he untied the robe, letting it fall open, exposing her heaving breasts.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Peter's hands moved lower, gently caressing her flat stomach, making her squirm with pleasure. He slowly slid his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, his touch electric as he traced the delicate crease between her thighs. Jules' legs parted willingly, inviting him to explore further.

"You're so wet, Jules," he murmured, his fingers dipping into her warm, moist folds. "I can feel how much you want me."

Peter's fingers danced expertly, stroking her clit and sliding into her tight pussy, eliciting a series of moans and whimpers from Jules. He knew how to touch her, how to drive her to the brink of ecstasy and pull back, keeping her on the edge.

"Please, Professor I need more," she begged, her voice hoarse with need.

Peter chuckled darkly, his fingers withdrawing from her pussy. "Not yet, my pet. I want to taste you first."

He knelt before her, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he spread them wide, exposing her glistening pussy. Jules' heart raced as she felt his hot breath on her sensitive skin. Peter's tongue darted out, teasing her entrance, licking and sucking her juices, driving her wild with desire. He explored every inch of her sweet pussy, his tongue delving deep inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.

"Oh God... I'm going to cum!" Jules exclaimed, her body shaking as she neared her climax.

But Peter had other plans. He withdrew his tongue, leaving her teetering on the edge of orgasm. Standing up, he pressed his hard length against her, his erection straining against his pants. Jules could feel his desire, hot and throbbing, through the fabric.

"Not yet, my sweet Jules," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours first."

Peter untied her wrists from the post, and Jules eagerly reached for his belt, undoing it with trembling fingers. She wanted to please him, to taste him, to feel his thick cock in her mouth, she couldn't even imagine how she had lived most of her life without this. As the belt fell to the floor, she unbuttoned his pants, her hands diving inside, grasping his rigid shaft.

Peter groaned as her small hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, her touch tentative yet eager. He guided her down to her knees, his hands entwined in her hair as he urged her forward, his cock pressing against her lips.

"Suck me, Jules," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Show me how much you want it."

Jules opened her mouth willingly, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she sucked and teased him. Peter's hands tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm, thrusting his hips forward, fucking her mouth with abandon. He loved the way she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her full lips wrapped around his shaft.

"That's it, take it all," he grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

Jules reveled in the power she held, knowing she could bring him immense pleasure. She sucked harder, taking him deeper, her hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently. Peter's breath quickened, his body tensing as he neared his release.

"I'm gonna cum, Jules," he warned, his voice strained.

Jules pulled back, her eyes locking with his, a silent plea for his release. Peter exploded in her mouth, his hot cum shooting down her throat, the taste of him flooding her senses. She swallowed eagerly, savoring every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

"Fuck, that was incredible," Peter panted, his body trembling.

Jules smiled up at him, her lips glistening with his essence. "I want more, Professor. I want to feel you inside me."

Peter's eyes darkened with desire as he lifted her to her feet, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her curves. He kissed her passionately, his tongue mimicking the rhythm he intended for their bodies. Jules moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

"I want to fuck you so badly, Jules," he growled against her lips. "But first, I want to prepare you."

Peter led her to the bed, pushing her gently onto the soft mattress. He reached for a bottle of lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. Jules watched with eager anticipation as he moved between her thighs, his touch gentle yet purposeful. He massaged the lube into her ass, his finger circling, teasing, and slowly entering her.

Jules gasped as she felt his finger penetrate her, her body relaxing into the sensation. Peter added more lube, working her slowly, his finger sliding in and out, stretching her, making her crave more.

"You like that, don't you, my dirty girl?" Peter whispered, his breath hot on her skin.

"Yes... Oh God, yes, Professor," she moaned, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving.

Peter added a second finger, scissoring her, stretching her wider, preparing her for what was to come. Jules' body was on fire, her pussy dripping with need as she squirmed beneath him.

"Please, Peter... I need your cock," she begged, her voice desperate.

Peter's fingers tightened around her ass, as Jules looked up at him in surprise.

"Call me Professor, Okay honey" Peter smiled at her.

"I need your cock... Professor" she begged again.

Peter smiled and positioned himself at her entrance, his thick shaft glistening with lube. He teased her, rubbing the head of his cock against her asshole, making her whimper with desire. With one swift thrust, he impaled her, filling her completely, their bodies becoming one.

Jules cried out, her body adjusting to the sudden invasion, the sensation of being stretched around his girth overwhelming her. Peter held still, giving her a moment to acclimate to his size.

"You're so tight, Jules," he groaned, his voice strained as he fought for control. "But you feel so fucking good."

He began to move, slowly at first, sliding in and out, his cock massaging her inner walls. Jules' eyes fluttered shut, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered to the pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Peter's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, each one hitting her sweet spot, driving her closer to the edge.

"Oh... Oh yes, right there!" Jules cried out, her body arching off the bed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

Peter's hand reached down, finding her swollen clit, rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. Jules' body trembled, her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock.

"Cum for me, Jules," Peter growled, his voice commanding. "Let go and cum from your ass."

His words were like a trigger, sending Jules over the edge. Her body convulsed, her pussy contracting around his fingers and her asshole clinching around his cock, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Peter felt her climax, her tight grip on his shaft sending him spiraling towards his own release.

"Fuck, Jules!" he grunted, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

They lay entangled, breathing heavily, their hearts racing as the intensity of their orgasms subsided. Peter's cock still pulsed inside her, their bodies still joined, a testament to the raw passion they shared.

As they caught their breath, Peter knew this was just the beginning. Jules' insatiable appetite and his desire to dominate and pleasure her would lead to even more intense encounters. The thought of what the night had in store for them made him smile, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her soft skin.

"You're incredible, Jules," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "And we're just getting started."

Jules smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. "I can't wait to see what you have planned for me next, Professor."

Their adventure was far from over, and as they lay there, sated and satisfied, the night beckoned with endless possibilities, each one more erotic and thrilling than the last.

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