Slicerness: OKAY, bit of a rocky start. We got some dates and other time-lime related stuff mixed up. We’re back on track now, and I hope you forgive us. We were simply exited about this new project.

Yugi: Before I start, I’m just going to begin by saying that Harry is three years younger than in canon. All of Canon!Harry’s year-mates are in their fourth year (Hermione, Ron, Lavender, Dean, Susan, Daphne, Draco, etc) while Harry starts his first, and on the year the Tri-Wizard tournament is planned, how lucky.

This is mostly a lemon story and is my (our, I feel the same) tribute to all of us who are, or once were, just starting puberty and couldn’t get those sexy teenage girls a few years older than us out of our minds.

Co-written with Slicerness

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Harry Potter was a very interesting eleven year old boy. At only one and a half years of age he was the vanquisher of the most powerful Dark Lord in history, the cost of such fame was that his Mother and Father died fending off said Dark Lord before Harry killed him using methods nobody could figure out.

With the death of his parents, the secret keeper Peter Pettigrew was captured by a family friend, Remus Lupin, and sentenced to life in Azkaban. Because of a few well placed words Remus even managed to improve the living conditions of werewolves all across Britain, as he made sure everyone knew he was only able to catch the heinous criminal due to his enhanced senses.

Custody of Harry went to his Godfather, or Dogfather, depending on who you asked, Sirius Black. And while a great man, he was not the best role model for Harry to take after. Then again, he wasn’t the worst either, like Lily’s Muggle sister for example. At a young age, thanks to his Godfather, Harry became obsessed with the female body just as much as Sirius himself was.

Growing up, Harry was using magic willingly by the time he reached four, and with the new minister, Cornelius Fudge, wanting to be in Harry’s good books through any means necessary, gave him an official pardon enabling him to use magic with a wand to learn to defend himself from his enemies. So by the time he reached five his Godfather had begun teaching him every defensive and offensive spell he knew. Dark or Light mattered very little to the Black, his heritage effecting him more then even he knew. It didn’t matter as long as Harry could protect himself. Of course he wouldn’t have been Sirius if he hadn’t taught Harry everything he knew about pranking and women. Although Harry took more after his mother and gained her temper when provoked as opposed to his father’s knack for pranks, he still took part on occasion.

What very few knew about was that the Potters had a bloodline, the only one left in existence; The more magically powerful a Potter was the younger they would start their harmonic phase, which was the ‘proper term’. Most Potters simply called it the Horny Phase, as it was basically puberty, only starting early and NOT ending early. Up side, his magical core grew by leaps and bound. Downside, his eyes were glued to any set of bouncing tits and jiggling arse that was within viewing distance a little more than a decade before they should have. And with the magical power Harry had, enough to rival a Dark lord when he was just a baby, well… lets just say Harry had a very healthy appreciation for the Female body the day he visited Kings Cross station. Although the fact that he was a hair under five feet tall and was two or three times more endowed than a boy his age generally should be due to his bloodline allowed him quite a bit of freedom and opportunities.

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Stepping onto the Hogwarts express, Harry couldn’t help but grin behind his Armani shades (something Sirius never did appreciate the beauty of). He was dressed in black dress shoes, black cargo jeans, and a white shirt with the top three buttons undone, over which he wore a shiny black dragon hide jacket. He shrank his trunk and put it in his jacket pocket, having learned that keeping it in your back pocket was a bad idea, since they tended to grow to full size when they were damaged, something sitting on them tended to do. He started doing what he’d been doing for the past month; daydreaming about the kind of girls at the school he would be attending soon as he walked down the train, looking for a compartment.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t watch where he was going and bumped into someone, falling to the ground. Fortunately for him, that someone happened to be female and when he wildly grabbed for something to hold him he ended up gripping into her blouse as he fell, ripping it wide open, exposing her bountiful breasts to the world, jiggling wildy as they were freed as she too fell onto her butt, now only held back by a lacy black bra.

“Who the hell do you thin-… Oh Merlin, It’s Harry Potter!”

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Lavender brown was a nice looking girl, curly blonde hair, a pretty face, and even at the age of fourteen she had a nice pair of D-cup breasts that promised to only get bigger with age. She was wearing only a short black skirt that barely hid her bountiful ass from view, black stockings that came to mid thigh and a tight grey blouse.

She was no virgin. She’d let quite a few of the older boys into her dorm room for a quick, or not so quick, in regards to some of those incredible Muggleborn and Muggle raised Halfblood boys who actually bothered to work out, shag her, even if she was annoyed when they bragged about it. (Which was rather hypocritical, as she had the measurements of every boy she, and every other girl in the school she could weasel the information out of, ever slept with along with a very detailed explanation of their performance in her diary saved for later review and fingering material.) She enjoyed sex, and the older boys were obviously going to be more experienced, so it was simple logic as to why her tastes were what they were.

She wasn’t really paying attention as she walked along the train, so she didn’t notice as she bumped into someone and only came back to reality as she saw him fall, his hand shooting out and grabbing her blouse, ripping it open and exposing her lacy black bra covered breasts. Getting angry at how he ripped her blouse she snapped angrily. “Who the hell do you think-…” It was only as he raised his head did she see the lightning bolt scar just above his right eyelid and immediately had a very fangirlish reaction; grabbing his head she brought the still dazed boy’s face straight into her bountiful cleavage and squealed, “Oh Merlin, It’s Harry Potter!”

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Lavender’s fangirlish thoughts halted for the moment as she felt something soft and wet slide up the side of her scarcely covered cleavage and backed away from Harry slightly just enough to see him retract his tongue. It was an arousing feeling, having someone that important staring at you with lust clouded eyes. Her nipples hardened due to the warm saliva on her breasts turning cold as the open air hit it.

Before she could speak up though he spoke first, “Wow, if this is the kind of treatment I get at this school I can tell I’m going to enjoy it! Especially if the girls are as hot as you.” His sunglasses had fallen off when he fell so he stealthily picked them up and shoved them his pocket as he stood at his full height, just a few inches shorter than the older girl, his head tilted downwards a bit with his eye’s firmly locked on her large bosom.

“Oh? You like what you see?” She said as she crossed her arms under her bountiful bra clad tits. It was early, so nobody else was on the train at the moment, so she was wasn’t about to be caught seducing a firsty. Her breasts became all the more noticeable with her arms under them, her cleavage almost spilling out of her small lacy black bra, ‘Harry Potter, all alone! This could be the best chance I ever get!’ She thought to herself and spoke again while leaning forward, her cleavage all the more visible, “How would you like a better look at them?” Her voice turned to a throaty purr.

“I’d love a good look at them… what was your name again?” Harry asked. Sirius always told him to memorize a bird’s name or he’d regret it later, calling her the wrong name was just asking for a kick in the danglies.

“Lavender. Lavender Brown”

Humming thoughtfully he brought his right hand up and squeezed her right breast, making her gasp as his sudden move, he could feel her hard nipple against his palm through the lacy bra, “These are quite nice, biggest pair of tits I’ve ever seen on a girl so young actually.” He said honestly.

Moaning at his kneadings she purred again, “I know I’m not the biggest in my year. That right goes to Daphne Greengrass, followed very closely by Hermione Granger. Daphne’s a stuck up ice queen who’s the best looking girl in her house and she knows it. Never even seen her flirt, much less date or even kiss. Looking for the best to give the honour of sleeping with her I guess. Granger… holy shit she’s got problems. Girl’s bloody nuts. Lack of friends in her first years drove her nutters and she’s obsessed with books. Same as Daphne, no dates, flirting, kissing etc, although her reasons for it are her lack of social skills and friends. The fact that the first dozen people that went to her for ‘friendship’ only wanted her to do their homework for them probably helped push her deeper into the library. Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure she has her own bed in the library, so she can ‘get acquainted’ with some of the rarer book’s spine’s if ya know what I mean.” She joked. Her grin widened and grew several times more saucy as she continued in a more seductive tone. “Consequently, neither of them have used their tits for anything but self pleasure. Unlike me, who I can guarantee I knows how to use them, if you get my meaning Harry.” As her throaty voice finished she gave a pointed look at her bosom and then his crotch, telling him just what she meant.

Harry grinned, “Well, I happen to know quite a few locking and privacy spells and my highest record is seven orgasms in a row before I went soft for any longer than thirty seconds so we could make the entire ride to Hogwarts fly by…” He said leadingly. “Unless of course you want to catch up with friends on the ride, than we could use the thirty minutes before the train leaves the station to… get to know each other.” While his voice was innocent when he spoke the last sentence his grin never wavered, even widening further as he finished.

“Why Mister Potter I do think I need to sit down, please lead me to a seat, if you please?” She batted her eyelashes at him. What was meant to be a mock gesture actually came out rather sexily on her, making Harry’s heart rate quicken and his eyes to glanced at the doors nearby.

Grasping her hand he placed a kiss on her knuckle and said, “Of course my dear, we’ll have you off those poor feet in no time.” Before he grasped her hand and lead her into the nearest compartment. Opening the door for her he stepped back as she walked in. Her amused look showed Harry he was at least doing something right.

As soon as he passed the threshold of the doorway she shoved him into the bench rather roughly and straddled his lap, her large arse covering a good portion of his thighs. “The spells, Harry? I haven’t decided which option I’ll take, but you can never be too safe.” Before she was even finished speaking his wand was in his hands, dancing as he murmured under his breath. The door glowed all colours of the rainbow before he tossed a small Rune stone (a one inch by one inch paper this black stone with a single white Rune glowing on it.) at it, making the door seemingly disappear.

Seeing her curious look he explained simply, “Muggle-repelling ward, only keyed towards Magicals. No one will even know the door exists for the next ten hours.”

“Oh the Slytherins are going to love you Mr. Potter.” She said huskily. She was no Slytherin, but power was always a turn on for witches. She was no exception.

Explanations over with, Lavender roughly took his lips with her own and was surprised when his tongue swept straight into her mouth, exploring it thoroughly before wrapping around her own tongue trailing up and down it’s sides, this was the first time she’d ever experienced someone sucking on her tongue, and it was amazing! She moaned into his mouth softly only to practically hum as his hands reached down and under her skirt before coming to a rest on her large arse. She pushed up against his, surprisingly well muscled for an eleven year old, chest, pressing her breasts against him as he began roughly kneading her arse cheeks, her skirt now slid up showing a tiny black lace thong.

She removed what remained of her white shirt after breaking the lip lock and quickly made her way to her knees in front of him. Using one of her hands she softly grasped the thick bulge in his cargo jeans and felt like creaming herself when she felt how large it was. Or at least suspected.

Swiftly unzipping his jeans, she gripped them at the hems and pulled down as Harry raised himself up, letting them fall to his knees. Lavender was rather shocked when a thick seven inch long cock, as thick as her wrist came flying out, standing proudly erect like a flag pole. She was shocked because the biggest cock she’d taken was from a 7th year Hufflepuff who only stood at just barely six inches, and here was an eleven year old who had a bigger, and thicker, cock than a full grown eighteen year old man.

Purring throatily at him as he cocked an eyebrow at her she spoke low and huskily, “My my Mr. Potter, I can tell you’re going to have me screaming your name, I hope those wards you used are good because by the looks of it, I’m going to be rather loud for a very long time.” She finished her mouth trailing off into a lecherous smile.

“Oh they’ll last. But I’m not against putting them to the test.” He replied, “How about we warm each other up?” He said as he laid on his back on the bench, gesturing for her to climb on. Lavender did so, positioning her large posterior over a delighted Harry’s face as she grasped his erection. Harry barely had a second to admire her pussy, her labia forming into a very appealing innie shape, before his body reacted without his say so and he lunged upwards, his tongue working her folds in an admittedly amateur fashion. Lavender didn’t seem to mind, he was enthusiastic and seemed to be a quick learner as she moaned every time he did something she liked and he made sure to do it again as he worked out what she enjoyed.

Turning her attention back to the wonderful piece of meat before her Lavender arched her back, pushing herself backwards enough to grab her breasts before engulfing his cock within them. The position was a tad uncomfortable, as her back was arched pretty heavily since she was taller than he was, but she liked it anyway. She didn’t move onto a full titfuck yet, simply encasing all but the head in her soft pillowy flesh. She gave the head a kiss, feeling playful, before she licked it slowly up and down. Once it was good and covered and could feel her spit dripping down into the hole his cock made in her cleavage she started sucking on the head and swirling her tongue around the crown. Harry was moaning and groaning, but he impressed her by keeping up his task, his rapidly improving technique was quickly drawing her to her first orgasm.

Biting softly on her clit caused Lavender to stiffen. Harry thought he’d done something wrong, but he was stopped from asking when she moaned loudly around his cock, the hot puff of air on his cock head felt wonderful, and she came, grinding her cunt into his face, soaking it in her fluids.

Deciding to repay the favour, Lavender, while still sucking on his cock head, brought her hands up to her pillowy breasts and began to give him a slow titfuck that seemed to tease Harry more than anything.

Not satisfied with the slow titfuck, Harry used his grip on Lavenders lovely arse to flip her over before sliding up and spinning around so he was straddling the slightly dazed girl’s stomach, facing her tits. He reached forward slowly, grabbing onto her big tits and slipped his cock inbetween them and spoke huskily as she came back to awareness, “Now that the teasing shit is done for, I’m gonna fuck these big titties the way they were made to be fucked.” Finishing his speech he thrust forward, his ball-sack slapping against the underside of her tit’s as his cock slipped into her mouth before he pulled back and slipping easily through her saliva covered cleavage.

Building up to a fast pace quickly he wildly fucked his cock into her D-cup tits. Harry moaned loudly at the sensations while Lavender concentrated on sucking on his cock head whenever is popped out of her tits and slipped between her lips. Slapping his hands away, as his grip was getting a tad painful in his lust, she crossed her arms over her breasts, pulling them all the tighter around him. She was amused by the unmanly squeak of pleasure that was appropriate for a boy his age he produced before his thrusts sped up. “C-cumming!” He said.

Lavender was curious if he would even release anything. At his age the most he should release would be a few drops of clear liquid that wasn’t even really cum (she’d jerked off one of the first years after the nice kid found a book she’d been looking for because she was curious about this very thing a year ago), but Harry seemed to already be full of surprises. The copious, thick jet of solid white cum was far from what she was expecting, and she didn’t have time to react in any real way other than the widening of her eyes as seven ropes of cum painted across her face.

Lavender was so shocked by the amount of cum that she didn’t even notice as Harry waddled backwards on his knees and flipped her on her stomach and started sliding his cum covered and slightly limp but rapidly re-hardening cock between her big arse cheeks. She was brought back to reality again as she moaned out loud when Harry’s large balls brushed against her clit as he started grinding in earnest, putting his whole body behind burying his cock inbetween her cheeks.

Raising herself onto her hand and knee’s, unknowingly entering the doggy style position, Lavender began to shake her big bouncy arse into Harry’s pelvis as he sawed his erection back and forth, returning it to it’s previous rock hard state between her bum cheeks.

A few seconds later he pulled his cock from her rippling ass globes. She screamed as she felt his hand impact with her right arse cheek suddenly, rocking her forward, only to be shocked as, using the strap from her bra, which was still wrapped tight around her torso just below her breasts, he pulled her back and speared all seven inches of his cock into her still surprisingly tight, for such an active girl, pussy.

“Eeeeee! sooooooo biiiiiiiig…” She moaned throatily.

“Fuck, you’re tight!” Harry groaned. She didn’t seem adverse to the rough stuff, which was what he enjoyed, so he showed no mercy, her ass making the most amazing shapes as he brutally slammed their hips together, one hand gripping her hip and the other still gripping onto her useless bra strap in a death grip.

She enjoyed every second of it so he saw no reason to hold back any, he set the pace as fast as he could go, pounding her tight pussy as hard and fast as he could.

Lavender herself was in mostly shock from the fucking she was receiving, this was the hardest she’d ever been fucked… and they’d only just started! He was tearing her pussy apart with his big dick, “You like that bitch?” Harry demanded from behind her, his hand that was on her hip pulled back before it surged forward, impacting with her arse cheeks again, causing her to mewl even louder, “I’m gonna fuck you for as long as possible. Maybe when we’re done I’ll let you suck the spunk from my knob-end you dirty slut.”

Lavender collapsed, her ass still up in the air as she buried her face in her hands, her face now even redder as she found herself turned on all the more by the dirty talk. She tried to resist the pleasure, denying him the ability to slap her ass as she started forcing her hips backwards, throwing him off balance. Her half-hearted efforts were for naught though as Harry quickly adjusted and gave her arse a brutal spanking. Lavender finally snapped, accepting the dirty pleasure. “Yes Harry, break my pussy! Fuck my tight little cunt raw and fill my womb with cum!”

With a roar as he felt the first knot in his stomach snap, Harry thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt in her pussy and unleashed a torrent of his cum up into her cunt, most of it splashing straight into her cervix, triggering Lavenders own orgasm and causing her to squeal loudly as she released her fluids all over his cock.

“Merlin yes!” Harry yelled, his orgasm powerful enough to force him to slow down, but not much as he continued fucking his cock into her spasming pussy. “After tasting this pleasure I don’t think I’ll be able to let you leave without being fully satisfied.” He whispered into her ear. He felt her pussy tighten up, and not due to another orgasm, “Oh, you like that do you?” He slapped her ass again, hard, “Being used for the next eight hours by me, knowing that you’ll be dripping with my cum the whole way to the castle? You’re such a slutty girl Lavender, I love it.” A burst of magic from his finger hit her clit. Harry really didn’t know what it would do, but his gamble paid off as Lavender’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started screaming at the top of her lungs. He would have mistaken them for pained wails, but her pussy was gushing like nothing he’d ever seen before.

She collapsed, his cock slipping out of her cunt as she fell. The second the head popped out of her pussy however she flipped over on her back and spread her legs. Her eyes were wide open and wild with lust. “Put it in, please, fuck me again!” She pleaded.

Harry lowered himself, barely inserting the head of his cock before he sawed two inches in and out. “Oh, do you want more of my cum as well?” He taunted.

Somehow, her eyes widened even further, and even more lust clouded them. “Yes… YES! More cum. Fill me more!” She said madly.

Harry almost yelped as her legs linked behind him and he was suddenly jerked downwards, his cock spearing into her pussy effortlessly with the amount of force her legs applied to his back. She was a crazy one, but he couldn’t imagine a better ‘Welcome to Hogwarts’ experience. Putting his all into pummelling her cervix with his cock head he checked his internal clock and grinned. Seven hours and fifty-seven minutes until the train stopped. It was going to take a lot of work and it was probably going to come down to sheer willpower and some inventive uses of magic but he was going to fuck lavender for the entire train ride.

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(7 hours 35 minutes later)

Pulling out of Lavender’s now thoroughly brutalized pussy he watched as she slid down the bench, her back against the bench while her head lolled about. She sat, barely conscious, on the floor while he was jacking his cock off as fast as he could before he let loose one final roar and rained down spunk from his knob-end just as he’d promised, covering Lavender’s pretty face, curly blonde hair, and D-cup titties in a white glaze of sperm.

Harry was rather amazed by himself, really. Sure his cock was raw as all hell, his body was sore, and his balls had never felt emptier, but he could apparently still go on, as he was still hard. Not to mention his last load, which by all right should have been, at most, a few drops of cum dribbling out of the slit, was a full ten spurts of cum. Magic was a wonderful thing, a very happy Harry Potter decided.

Slumping back a little and wiping the sweat from his brow, Harry heard Lavender speak softly, “That… was by far the best shag I’ve ever had in my life… I’d be willing to spread it around how good you are in the sack if you’ll fuck me like that whenever I have the need.” She said. “Hand me that little black book, would you? You’ll be my newest addition into it and I want you to see just how I’m going to help you.”

Nodding he reached over and grabbed her school uniform, which she’d never had a chance to put on, from on top of her trunk and handed it to her before he picked her up and sat down on the comfortable bench, the blond girl sitting between his legs, her erection resting between her cherry red cheeks, “Deal, you help me get even more girls to fuck and I’ll fuck you even longer than this next time. In fact, the Potter family has a few dozen time turners we’ve either made or acquired over the years, so we could do this again, a full eight hour shag-fest, and be back only a few minutes after we left.”

Lavender squealed at the possibilities. They could time it up so they both took a loo break at the same time and she’d be back in class, pussy raw and her sexual appetite satisfied beyond her wildest dreams with nothing appearing out of the ordinary! “You were saying something about a black book?” Harry asked, holding out the retrieved item for her.

“Oh, yes. I was lost in thought.” The gleam in her eyes told Harry what she was thinking about easily enough, “Anyway, this book has the measurements and a paragraph or two about every guy in Hogwarts except the current first years and a small portion of the second years. And I mean a SMALL portion. Some of the witches I know like to break in the firsties.” She said with a conspiratory whisper and a shared grin.

Harry chuckled, “So you’re going to put me in there? Do you just pass this thing around, or is there some sort of witch-only newsletter I don’t know about?” Harry chuckled at first, but seeing her wide blinking eyes his own eyes widened, “What, there is, seriously?”

Lavender laughed, “You can’t tell anyone I told you, or that you know at all or we’ll have to Obliviate you, but there’s a weekly newsletter about the boys. Who’s date-able, who’s not, who to look out for in the halls’, that sort of thing. If you’re condemned by the paper than your chances of having a girlfriend while still at Hogwarts is less than none. Ron Weasely for example, is black-listed until his fifth year for hurting Hermione so much.” She explained.

“Oh.” Harry said, not expecting anything like this. “I’m gonna get a glowing review right?” He asked, a touch nervous now.

She gave him a flat look, “Before today the hardest fuck I’ve had was from a Ravenclaw that snapped under the pressure and did his best to turn my pussy inside out, but he only lasted for thirty seconds. You were harder, and lasted Merlin knows how many times longer. The longest fuck was from a Hufflepuff that lasted forty-five minutes, but I almost fell asleep it was so slow paced. You’re still hard and it’s been a lot longer than forty-five minutes. And you’re the biggest piece of cock I’ve ever had. So yes, you’re getting one hell of a glowing review. Unless…” She trailed off slyly.

“Unless…?” Harry repeated.

“Well I can still kind of feel my legs and I’m afraid you’re score is going to suffer if we don’t fix that before the train stop in twenty minutes.” Her grin only lasted until he picked her up by her perfect arse and slammed her down hard on his cock. “Oh Merlin yes, fuck me again!” She cried.

“We may even be able to sneak me onto a carriage if we’re stealthy enough.” He pointed out. The only answer he got was another happy cry of pleasure from the blonde

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Harry grinned as Lavender hung heavily off of him. They were currently hidden due to his use of the Disillusionment Charm, making their way the the last carriage to Hogwarts. Lavender didn’t seem to like the idea of parting just yet and Harry, as a sane man, couldn’t find a fault in her logic to deny her request.

Still, Sirius had told him the first sight of Hogwarts was something that was both breath-taking and tradition, so he cast a Monitoring charm, which made a small black floating ball that he linked his right eye to, so he could shag Lavender while watching the castle with one eye, (something that was no doubt going to be a little disorienting) that floated with the other first years, unseen in the darkness.

Harry carried Lavender into the last carriage and got to work, making sure to keep some of his attention on the castle, and got to work. Setting the loopy giggling girl on her back he crawling on top of her and assaulting her neck with his tongue, slipping inside her cunt with ease. Her lack of knickers being his fault, as he’d stopped her when she was putting them on when she changed into her uniform.

Lavender moaned happily at being filled once more. As the carriage started moving she promised herself she would be writing the best damned review any girl had ever seen in her black book.

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Sighing contently as he cancelled his disillusionment charm in the middle of his first year peers, startling them, and blended into the crowd. He’d left Lavender in the carriage alone a cum covered, and filled, mess after she’d told him she was perfectly capable of making it to the great hall on her own and to go on without her. He patted his right cargo jean pocket, smiling somewhat lecherously as he felt Lavender’s thong, still wet with her pussy juices, resting within.

Speaking of slacks, he was a little confused nobody had commented on his refusal to wear robes. He didn’t change on the train, partly because he was rather preoccupied, as even when Lavender was changing he was busy enjoying the show, and partly because he didn’t see the point. Robes were all but extinct in the Muggle world for a reason. Did they realize how hard it was to fight or run in a robe?

Ignoring the questioning looks of his peers as they wondered if they hadn’t simply imagined him appearing out of this air like he did and hadn’t been there all along he silently followed the stern looking professor, who had come to collect them, into the great hall. Looking along the tables he finally found who he was looking for at the Slytherin table. His betrothed; Daphne Greengrass. Of course, she wasn’t going to find out about that until Christmas. There was a marriage contract made between the Potter’s and Greengrass’s for the oldest of the Familys’ children to be wed upon the first to reach sixteen’s birthday.

She was gorgeous, Harry marvelled, Long blonde silk-like hair that hung to just above the small of her back, mesmerizing amethyst coloured eyes, a goddess like aristocratic face set in an emotionless mask. But what really caught his attention, naturally, was the white shirt that he could see underneath her robe. The fact that the top three buttons had been left undone, showing a hell a lot of cleavage, and like Lavender said, she easily had the biggest breasts he’d seen on a girl so young, they were so big it looked like she’d left the button’s undone simply because she couldn’t get them up without her big breasts ripping through the shirt. If he had to guess, which was hard as the robe was getting in the way, they were around an E-cup. Which normally wouldn’t be possible, but excess magic had to go somewhere, so she must be pretty powerful.

Looking at the Gryffindor table he couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. Lavender had made it, though he felt the need to put the word ‘just‘ before made it; she looked like she’d just come from a duel with Alastor Moody. The most amusing thing about the sight though was the almost tangible glow around the girl and the smile someone would need some form of bomb to get off her face.

Glancing around for the second girl Lavender had mentioned her saw a fourth year, a very attractive one for that matter, sitting at the end of the table. There was at least five feet between her and the next person and she seemed engrossed in her book, shutting out the world. Like Lavender said her bust was just a touch below Daphne’s, and while she wasn’t as Nobility Beautiful as Daphne was she was more beautiful in the more Muggle sense.

Further musings on the girl he was going to introduce himself to as quickly as possible, if he was a Gryffindor anyway, if not he was still going to try as soon as humanly possible, by a call of, “Potter, Harry!”

Schooling his face into an emotionless mask that would make his betrothed proud, he confidently strode up towards the stool, not showing any signs of being intimidated or nervous from such a large crowd staring gobsmacked at him.

“Did she say, Harry Potter?”

“Merlin and Morgana, It’s Harry Potter! SQUEE!” Two guesses to who had a fan girl attack. Your first guess doesn’t count and you only get one clue, red hair.

“He’s supposed to be a firsty? He looks like a bloody third year!”

Ignoring them as he sat on the stool, the last thing he saw before the sorting hat covered his eyes was everyone, the ones in the back fully standing, careening their heads and trying to get a better look at him.

Hello Mister Potter.

‘Hello Mr Hat.’ Harry thought back. He wasn’t really sure it would work, but it was still worth a try.

Alistair, please. Before we begin, what House would you like to be in?

‘I don’t have any reason to want to or not want to go to any of the Houses, so I’ll truest your judgment Alistair.’Harry replied.

It’s been a while since someone’s said that and meant it.

Harry got the impression the hat was amused.

I always make sure to ask, as the House the student under me picks is usually the one they would go to anyway. Less work for me if I know what to look for you see.

‘Not even the ancient Sorting Hat is immune from laziness eh?’ Harry mused, equally amused.

Indeed. Now lets get this show on the road, I’d like to get back to my perch so I can torment Fawkes some more. Creature of the light he may be but he’s terribly annoying. Let’s see… Intelligent, but you use you’re knowledge, instead of acquiring it for knowledge’s sake; Ravenclaw’s out. You don’t shy away from hard work, as long as it’s for a clear benefit, and you’re only loyal to those who earn it; Hufflepuff is out. You’re cunning when you want to be, but you’re fame is a double edged sword and you’re not as cunning as you could be, as you get things easier due to people falling over themselves in order to do what you ask. Although Salazar himself would be proud of you’re ambition. There are plenty of Boy-Who-Lived fangirls so I don’t think your goal of sleeping with every girl you possibly can will be all that hard. Harry actually chuckled out loud at Alistair’s dry tone, leaving the student body to wonder what was happening beneath the hat’s brim. Sadly, Slytherin is still out. You’ve got one hell of stones on you, and you don’t shy away from things when a situation turns bad, meaning you’re nerve is worthy. Last but not least, you can be chivalrous when the situation calls for it. We have a winner Mister Potter.

“Better be, GRYFFINDOR!” Alistair shouted aloud. Harry rolled his eyes as the hall cheered louder than they had for anyone previously and two redheads, twins, from what looked like sixth year danced around chanting “We got Potter!

We got Potter!”

Harry handed the hat back to McGonagall, who looked to be suppressing a smile, and failing badly, before he made his way over and sat next to Hermione. She didn’t react aside from sending him a confused, and surprised, as she saw who he was, glance before going back to her book on, harry looked at the cover, Runes. Harry suppressed a smile of his own, he loved Runes, and he had a talent for it, which made striking up a conversation with the bookish girl once the feast started easier.

Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

“Welcome,” He began, “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like say This year Hogwarts has been chosen to host the illustrious Tri-wizard tournament!” By this point everyone began to clap and cheer… all of which Harry ignored in favour of fantasizing about a double titfuck from his betrothed and the bushy haired girl next to him.

The food appeared and Harry ate at his normal pace, which was very quick, but just as good mannered looking as everyone else. In a house filled with Marauders you eat fast or risk eating tainted food and after seeing Sirius eat like a pig he vowed to make eating fast an art form.

About fifteen minutes later he was done and noticed Hermione had stopped eating as well, apparently she was just as quick as he was, and was about to go back to her book. “Excuse me, my uncle, Remus Lupin, told me that the first year of Ancient Runes class was very dull. Mostly spent memorizing the rune symbols and the history behind them, is that true?” He asked the girl after tapping on her shoulder.

“What?” She blurted, not expecting someone to talk to her. “I-I mean yes, the first year was spent memorizing the symbols and becoming familiar with engraving them. It can be a bit slow going, but Professor said that learning to engrave Runes wrong is incredibly dangerous.” She said mechanically, stumbling over her words, as if she wasn’t used to speaking and her mouth couldn’t keep up with her brain.

“I’ve been studying various forms of magic since I was five, and I’m a little disappointed I won’t be able to take the class until third year. Would you like to study together some time? I’m Harry, by the way.”

“I, um… yeah. I’d like that. None of the other Gryffindors are taking Rune’s so it’ll be nice to have someone to talk to. I’m Hermione.” She tried to wave it off, but she really did feel elated to have someone who didn’t appear to want to talk to her just so they could convince her to do their homework. The second that thought passed through her brain she violently killed the elation that was building and forced herself to stop getting her hopes up. Before she could snap at him without thinking, the Headmaster spoke up.

“Now that we’re all fed and watered, off you trot!”

Standing up Harry prepared to follow the Gryffindor prefect’s to the dorm but before doing so, turned to the bushy haired girl standing next to him, and shocked her by reaching around her waist and hugging her big breasted form tightly. “I’m looking forward to talking about some of the classes here with you. How about meeting me in the library tomorrow at noon?” Shifting his head discreetly he couldn’t resist looking down her robes, as being this close allowed him to see straight down to the white shirt, which had the top two buttons undone and felt himself begin to harden at the sight of her big creamy sensual globes of flesh pressed against his chest.

Shifting uneasily in his grasp, she tried to quell the sudden stirring she could feel burning in her loins, the way his chest rubbed against her big breasts as he kept her in a tight hug was beginning to make her feel all tingly, “Y…YES” She yelped, thankfully not attracting any attention, “That would be great.” She squeaked.

“Great!” Harry chirped happily before shocking her again. Seeing as she was dazed he felt his self control fail him again at seeing such a cute face and he leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on her left cheek, “Later Mione.” before releasing her and stealthily running his hands down her back, ghosting over what he was very, very happy to find was an amazing arse underneath the fabric of her robe. Apparently all that sitting and reading had left her with quite the cushion of her own. He got up and left quickly, leaving Hermione none the wiser as he turned and strode out of the Great Hall; leaving the girl very red in the face. She couldn’t fight the smile that formed on her face and and the equally confusing feeling of dampness between her legs.

“Mione?” she echoed, “I like that.” She decided with a soft whisper to herself as she watched the living legend of a boy walk out of the great hall, all thoughts of him taking advantage of her so he could be academically lazy temporarily destroyed.

.oOo.

Eventually the mob of students split off into four groups. Harry found himself in the back of the Gryffindor group as his eyes were glued to the backside of the redhead walking in front of him. Her hair was long, swaying back and forth over his goal enticingly as she walked. Apparently she noticed him looking, or simply wanted to talk to him and noticed him walking slow, because she subtly slowed down so they were in the back before she stopped completely and waited till he was walking beside her before starting up again.

“H-hey! I’m Ginny Weasely, welcome to Gryffindor.” The redhead greeted. Harry notice she was blushing and looking at him adoringly. All this combined with her slight stutter and pitch problems told him the hat was spot on.

Fangirls; the easiest prey know to man…

“Hello. Thank you, nice to know my House mates are nice. I hope they’re all as pretty as you.” He said warmly, limiting his smile down to a small one.

Harry was amused to see her blush double in strength and see her start fidgeting as she walked. “S-so why aren’t you wearing you’re school robes? She blurted quickly, trying to change the subject.

Harry chuckled, it was his first prank. Harry liked loopholes, especially exploiting said loopholes for his own gain. “There’s an alternate dress code. It’s meant for Muggleborns, but the rule never explicitly mentions that, so anyone can wear it. The thing is they also never specified what the dress code WAS, just that it had to be something that would blend in in the Muggle world.” He finished proudly.

“Wow! That’s so cool! Would a white shirt and black pleated skirt work?” Since her idol was doing it, and she hated robes since they hid her proudest feature, she felt the need to follow his example.

Harry nodded after a bit of thought, more using it to look her over than actually think about it.

Ginny, immediately after seeing his approval, bunched up her robes and lifted them up and over her head. She almost died when she felt her skirt being lifted up and knew she was giving the boy next to her a show. Not that she was ashamed of course, she loved her arse, it was bigger than anyone in her year and most of the girls a year above her, but it was still horribly embarrassing. She squeaked and almost ripped her robe in an effort to get it off faster as she felt a hand grab one of her cheeks and take a very deliberate grope.

When she could see again she noticed Harry was a few steps ahead of her now and she could see his lips were quirked into a playful smirk. Seeing a chance to make her dream of losing her virginity to her idol (a dream she’d had since she was very little and heard her oldest brothers talking very explicitly about sex) She quickened her stride and passed by him, slowing down only to say, “Meet me ten minutes after the prefects get done with their speech and I’ll give you a tour of Hogwarts,” Before she hurried on up into the group of students ahead of them. Ginny was fairly certain there was steam pouring from her ears at how red her face was, but this was going to be worth it.

It was time to gather her Gryffindor courage, but first, she better take a swig off some of her brother’s firewhiskey. Percy may have been the most well behaved of the Weaselys’, but she’d found he was only that way because he got blind stinking drunk whenever the pressure got to great.

.oOo.

Ten minutes later, Harry silently left the dorm entrance only to stop at the sight that greeted him; leaning over the banister, her ass towards him, his so called ‘tour guide’ was fiddling with her black pleated skirt. Subsequently, it had ridden up and he could see a good portion of her nicely shaped arse. The skirt was so high he could even see the crimson red thong she had on.

Silently getting behind the no doubt day dreaming fangirl, he brought her out of her dreams when he was directly behind her by grabbing her hips and thrusting his cargo jean covered pelvis forward, meeting her meaty arse like a thunderclap, causing it to bounce and rippled. She looked back sharply and saw who it was before she pushed backwards and ground herself into his pelvis. She took in his perversely smirking face with a red hue across her cheeks and a flirty smile forming on her face as they dry humped each other for several moments.

“So, Ginny was it? Let’s cut to the chase and skip the whole tour thing and go to an empty room where I can bend you over and fuck you stupid. Sound good?” He finished by licking the palm of his right hand and then bringing it down on her big soft arse, causing it to ripple even more as she practically screamed in pain and pleasure from the stinging sensation.

Her breath speeding up noticeably she bit her lip and she sped up, thrusting her arse backwards into his own thrusting hips, which were practically pounding her against the banister, for almost a full minute before she managed to regain her voice, “S-stop for a s-second.” Harry reluctantly did so, only to grin harder as she spun around and suction cupped herself to his waist, he legs locking around his waist in a death-grip, same with her arms around his neck.

“Deep crimson door. Shiny black handle. To your left. Two halls down.” She spoke haltingly, her breath coming out in deep pants as she ground her pussy into the bulge in his slacks.

She shuddered, releasing a throaty moan when he grabbed her arse with both hands and started walking, kneading and pulling apart her cheeks and then clapping them back together.

It was quite possibly the longest and most enjoyable walk she’d ever been on. They just reached the door when, before he could reach forward and open it, she pulled him forward by leaning back. She hit the red door hard, but she didn’t even feel it as his bulge slammed against her clit. “Oh Merlin YESSS!” She screamed as she came messily, spraying his slacks forcefully enough for the fluids to go through her panties.

While she was dazed Harry quickly opened the door and slipped inside. He decided the teachers desk was perfect for what he needed. As soon as he got there there Ginny zoned back in, “Put it in.” She demanded huskily, one of her hands already unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks.

Harry was going to lower her down onto the desk, but she beat him to it and spun them around, all but throwing him onto his back on top of the desk in her haste. “Inside, inside, inside!” She chanted in a lust filled haze as she ripped his slacks and boxers down before she mounted him and set the tip at her entrance. “Insi-EEEEIIIII!” She squealed loudly after she slammed her hips down, violently taking her own virginity.

However, in her mindless lust she didn’t look at how big he actually was and thus wasn’t prepared for something of that size going inside her much smaller hole. Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to remain as still as possible. Harry, wincing sympatheticly at how much pain she must be in, cast the only healing spell he knew (Which was, coincidentally, made for this exact purpose.) on her pussy.

Ginny’s stiff posture loosened steadily as the charm took hold and healed the damage she’d accidentally done to herself. “Th-Thank you, I guess I just got a bit carried away.” She said softly.

Harry smiled reassuringly, “It’s fine, we all get caught up in the moment sometimes.”

Ginny started bouncing up and down on him once she felt the last traces of pain disappear. “Ahh.” She mewled, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” She muttered, biting her lip and she shifted her position a few times to find the best method of fucking herself onto his cock.

Sliding his hands up the back of her pleated skirt, Harry grinned and bucked his hips up while grabbing a good grip on both her firm bum cheeks and began to grope them for all he was worth, pulling them apart then squeezing them together for a bit. Suddenly letting go and raising his right hand he brought it back down smacking her right cheek, causing Ginny to mewl all the louder, “What a fucking ass! You have the most amazing bubble butt I’ve ever felt! Ride my cock! Ride my dick like there’s no tomorrow you slutty little bitch!” Harry grunted as he reached up and hastily ripped her top open, the buttons flying everywhere, showing her bare naked B-cup tits bouncing up and down along with her. She tried to form a sentence in her head to say aloud about being hypocritical, but she found forming words was hard when she had a huge cock pounding her pussy and her arse was getting slapped against his thighs hard enough for an incredibly erotic slapping sound to echo off the walls.

Slipping his hand back onto her amazingly bouncy bubble butt, Harry gripped on as hard as he could before thrusting up into Ginny’s pussy. The effect was instantaneous, Ginny lost her balance, falling down chest to chest with Harry. Her eyes glazed over, drool slowly oozing out of her mouth and her lips formed a well-fucked grin. He picked up the pace once she was in place, roughly hammering her tight, recently virgin pussy.

“Gonna cum! I’m gonna blow my load in your tight little pussy!” Harry moaned picking up the pace even further.

Ginny, coming out of her multiple-orgasm induced haze, spoke fearfully, “N-no! Pl-please don’t cum in meEEEEEE!” It was too late however, as Harry brought her down as hard and thrust upwards with enough force to lift both their pelvises off the desk and shot his huge load up her tiny pussy, filling her entire womb with a few jerks of his hips.

Harry released a content sigh as he came down from his orgasm only to find a wide eyed Ginny muttering to herself under her breath, “Mum’s going to kill me, Dad’s going to disown me, Charlie and Bill are going to be disappointed in me…” She would have continued but Harry lifted her chin and kissed her.

Under normal circumstances her long time crush taking her first kiss would have caused her to melt into him, but in this case she was hyped up from her thoughts of what was going to happen to her. She pulled away and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. She tried to get up off of him. But one, she found her legs too shaky to work very well, and two; any movements sent mini-orgasms shooting up her spine as he was still very much hard within her.

Harry massaged his red cheek, “Ginny.” He said seriously to get her attention, “The spell I used to ease the pain was also a Contraception Charm. Now that I think about it, every sex related spell seems to have that charm attached to them… I know exactly what I’m doing. Trust me, okay?” He said, his tone making it perfectly clear he wasn’t offended by her reaction. And he wasn’t, not really anyway. Just meant he had a funny story of his own to pass around the Dinner table at The Doghouse, his and Sirius’ home.

Seeing her embarrassed nod he continued, “Now hows about I bend your sexy ass over this desk and fill you with another load while I pay you back for this slap tenfold?” His reassuring tone never changed, as if he was commenting about the weather, causing her to giggle before she blushed harder as his words set in.

“O-okay. I… um… I’ve been naughty and need to be punished…?” Her attempt at being sexy while he climbed out from underneath her was far more amusing than seductive and he leaned forward and kissed her again, his hands stroking the side of her face.

She moved her body as she was laying on her stomach on the desk, her legs dangling of the edge.

“Yes, you do. And we’ll have to work on that naughty schoolgirl thing. You definitely have the arse for it.” He complimented as he drew back and lined himself up once again with her pussy lips.

“Now, let’s get to what I promised you earlier.” He said. She was confused for a second before she remembered he promised to shag her until she couldn’t go anymore. This thought didn’t get any farther, as Harry started things off by violently thrusting his pelvis forward, his hips meeting her stationary bubble butt, which was hanging over the edge of the desk, with a loud clap.

Wasting no time, Harry immediately set about ravaging Ginny’s tight pussy as hard and fast as he could. Cum and the blood from her torn hymen began leaking from her pussy while he used his left hand to press her face against the desk. True to his word he repeatedly spanked her rippling arse meat as hard as he could.

Ginny couldn’t even think coherently, the amount of pain from the spanking only enhanced the pleasure her pussy was getting from the cunt pounding. It was maddening, and she loved every second of it!

Harry felt the knot in his stomach about to snap, so he pulled out of Ginny’s tight pussy and grabbed her arse with both hands, sliding his cock between her cheeks and jacking himself off with them. With a roar he let loose his load, multiple thick ropes of cum shooting up into the air before gravity took them and they fell, landing mostly on her hair, which was fanned out on her back nicely. Overall, she the entire back half of her was covered in so much cum Harry mused that she looked like more of a slut than he already thought she was.

She rolled over, her back making a small *Splat!* when she did so, and looked up at him with tired brown eyes. “I don’t think I can go anymore Harry.” She said tiredly, with an undertone of sadness. She blinked as he didn’t react at all to her saying this, simply running his hands slowly up and down his cock, which she was shocked to find was hard again, or still, she wasn’t sure.

“Well, I’m ready to go again. And you’re still conscious, so I’m sure we can make this work. It’s still three hours before curfew, so for the next two hours I’m going to see if a repeated fucking can turn you into my personal slut.” He smirked, a glint of endless dedication entering his eye as he set his whole being to his chosen task

Ginny could only whimper as he placed his hard erection back at her pussy entrance and grasped her hips tightly. She was already trying to think of how to tell her dad she could no longer marry someone, because she was already in love with the dick currently inside her pussy.

.oOo.

Seeing as he still had an hour until curfew Harry had a thought. Empty classrooms were all well and good for a good shagging but by design they were very hard to lock. Most locking charms simply didn’t work on the doors and the ones that did wore off within a minute or two. He knew almost every hallway in Hogwarts has a secret passage in it (The wonders of magic; make a tunnel wide enough to fit your hand through connecting two hallways or room and then Expand it with magic. The structural integrity of the building is the exact same as it it was just a small tunnel, but you now have a secret hide away and a shortcut to other parts of the castle.) and him knowing where they were was crucial for the completion of his goal. Thinking for a few minutes he remembered Alistair seemed bored as all hell and would probably help him in exchange for some entertainment.

After cleaning himself, and Ginny’s unconscious form, up with a bit of Magic he put his clothes back on and repaired hers before he laid her down on the ground with a Cushioning Charm below her before heading back to the Gryffindor common room. Finding a Prefect was easy, the sixth year male Prefect was sitting in one of the armchairs, picking at his fingernails boredly while looking at the fire. One quick request to lead him to the Headmaster’s office later and he was standing outside Albus Dumbledore’s office.

“Thanks.” Harry said to the retreating Prefect.

“Don’t mention it, always happy to help out a firsty.” He replied over his shoulder.

Harry turned back to the gargoyle and frowned. He thought for a second and decided to take the obvious choice. “I don’t know the password, I’m a student who wishes to have a word with the Headmaster.” He said clearly to the statue. He felt a bit silly at first, but the thing actually nodded and stepped aside. Harry grinned in surprise and rode the overly dramatic stairway up to the Headmaster’s office. Finding the door open he knocked on the door frame anyway to announce himself.

Dumbledore looked up from his reports. “Harry my boy, good to see you. How are you settling in?” The elderly man greeted.

“Just fine Headmaster, Ginny Weasely gave me a tour in fact.” Harry’s perverse tone flew right over the man’s head; the Leader of the Light both not sharing his interest in the female gender and not expecting an eleven year old to have any perverse double meaning to his words.

“Ah yes. The Weasely’s are a wonderful family. Please, sit. You must have come to me for a reason.” Dumbledore was in a wonderful mood. The Boy-Who-Lived was already making Light oriented allies. He couldn’t have asked for a better turn out, and on the first day of school as well!

Harry took a seat. “Thank you, sir. And yes, I would actually like to ask if I could borrow the Sorting Hat for a few weeks or months.”

Albus stared at the young man for a second, not expecting such a reply, his curiosity peeked he answered, “While I am overjoyed to see such a young student take an interest in ancient artifacts I must ask why you would like to borrow it.”

“Of course Headmaster. I wouldn’t expect any less. The sorting hat mentioned my ambitions in life would have made Salazar proud. That peeked the interest I’ve had in the Founders for quite a few years. I would like to learn what drove Salazar to the dark, so I can do everything in my power to avoid it. Plus, as far as I know the Sorting Hat can’t sleep, or hibernate in any way, so I’d like to give him the opportunity to get rid of some of his boredom. Being trapped in this room all year can’t be too terribly interesting…” He trailed off as he gave the piece of headgear he was talking about a questioning look.

“Do what the lad says.” Alistair said bluntly.

Dumbledore chuckled, “Yes, I can see how it would be a tad boring watching an old man sort through reports for most of the year.” Inside his mind he was grinning broadly. This was beyond perfect. Harry was a smart boy, he was raised by two very Gryffindor oriented men, he came from a Light family, and last but not least he seemed to know what a struggle not giving into the dark was. Oh yes, things were going perfectly in Albus Dumbledore’s heavily twinkling eyes. “I think that would be a wonderful idea. Please do tell me what you find out. Books are very nice things to learn from, but you can’t beat first-hand knowledge. And I hope you don’t think this is too personal, but can you ease an old man’s curiosity and tell me what your life’s ambition is?”

Harry froze, ‘…Fuck! uh… okay, just say something corny and hero-like… got it!’ “I want to be a champion dueler, so I know I’m powerful enough to keep my friends, and hopefully, my eventual family safe.”

Dumbledore couldn’t contain his pleased look anymore, “That’s a wonderful goal to have in life my boy. Protecting the innocent is always a noble endeavor.” He glanced at the clock, “It’s almost curfew, you should get back to your dorm, I wish you luck in your goals, both of them.”

“Thank you sir.” Harry grinned as he hopped off his seat and grabbed Alistair before leaving the office, the stairs and gargoyle resetting themselves after he passed.

Slipping the Hat on his head he was surprised to find that it had shrunk and didn’t cover his eyes now.

I can change my shape at will. The hat chimed in inside his head. And I must thank you for this. Terribly boring up there all year it is. I already know the real reason why you want to keep me around, and I accept, on the condition that you wear me for a few months. I shall change my shape into a headband when you go to sleep and give you the information about every secret passage in the castle. It will be a slow process though, which is another reason I need to stay in your possession for a few months. If you happen to need one quickly, I can simply tell you. That, along with the fact that as long as i’m on your head no one can see into your mind using Legilimency are reasons why I should be worn during the day-

‘Alright, alright Alistair, it’s fine. I’m completely fine with wearing you for few months. My cover story for Dumbledore should work fine if anybody asks.’ Harry cheered. He loved it when things just worked out like that.

I’m sure the fact that Miss Granger is attracted to forbidden knowledge and this method will be another way for you to endear yourself to her has nothing to do with it… Alistair said with a laugh.

‘Hadn’t even crossed my mind.’ Harry replied as innocently as he could. Which for someone raised by two Marauders, was pretty damned good. Still, Alistair was a millennia old and saw right through it, laughing harder as a result.

This is going to be an interesting term. By the way, you’re back at the Fat Lady’s painting.

‘Ah, so I am.’ Harry gave the password and slipped inside. Making his way up to his dorm room he spent the time before he went to bed personalizing his bed space. Once he was done Alistair kept his word and transformed into a ragged red headband.

Oddly enough, Harry’s dreams centered around an older looking version of himself, who was also shirtless and very well muscled for no apparent reason, killing enemy soldiers in a forest with a very large Muggle firearm. An M-60, if he remembered right.

Not so oddly enough, his morning was even better than his dream, because he was woken up to the blonde bimbo that most knew as Lavender Brown Titty-fucking him into consciousness with her considerable… talents.

.oOo.

Sorry for all you Ginny fans, but she only appeals to me when she’s treated like the little slut she is!

As usual, if you have any suggestions leave them in you’re reviews.

Harry had a free period and decided now was a good time as any to see about what most people would refer to as a problem. Entering the infirmary he looked around and noticed it empty. The woman he was looking for was sitting at the desk near the entrance doing paperwork.

“Morning Madam Pomfrey.” Harry greeted.

Poppy looked up, “Oh, Good morning Mr. Potter. Have you taken after your Father and you’re already injured somehow?”

Harry smiled, he didn’t know his Dad had been accident prone, it was nice to know. “No, no, nothing like that. Something strange has been happening with my… uh… is everything private here?” Harry looked around.

Poppy, getting the response a lot, simply powered up the wards making every door in the room close and dozens of thin white barriers form, sectioning off the room into separate sections, one for every bed. “I just did my daily scan for listening charms, and the headmaster hasn’t been to the hospital wing to plant more yet, so everything is completely secure.” Seeing his curious look she explained, “The Headmaster means well, but he has a terrible addiction to knowing everything. I’ve been very deliberately slipping him various unpleasant potions in the hope he’ll take a hint and stop, but it doesn’t appear to be working. So what did you need dearie?”

Harry blinked at the sudden topic change, “Uh. Oh, yeah. I tend to… wank once or twice a day and the amount I release when I… ejaculate is increasing pretty quickly.” He had no idea why it was so difficult to talk about this to the school nurse. He, not even a full day ago, was calling Ginny a slut while she rode his dick, and yet he couldn’t talk about wanking to this woman… maybe it was a nurse thing? They all seemed naturally motherly and it was horrifically awkward to talk about anything sexual with them.

Poppy didn’t even bat an eye, leading him over to the nearest bed and motioning for him to lay down. She cast a few dozen different spells on him, her eyes glowing as her brain processed the information directly. “Well… I can honestly say in all my years in the medical field I’ve never seen anything like this.” She said finally.

“Well that doesn’t sound good…” Harry muttered.

Poppy zoned back in, “Hm? Oh, no you’re perfectly healthy. To much so, actually. How often do you use contraceptive charms on yourself?”

Harry’s mind worked fast and in true Marauder fashion he had a perfect half truth, “Sirius told me it was a good spell to completely master, so I cast it on myself whenever I’m going to… well, get off.” Damned motherly nurse vibe!

Poppy nodded, “I see. Have you ever heard the saying ‘you’re thinking with the wrong head’?” She asked, unabashedly amused.

“Er, yeah. My Uncle Remus uses it at least once a week to chastise Sirius for doing something stupid for sex.” Harry said, wondering where she was going with this.

“That certainly sounds like the man-whore I know from school.” Poppy smile wistfully at the memory of the rogue who came into her wing almost once a week for either potions for raw bits or bruising on said bits from knees applied brutally to the area. Usually the latter… “Well, it appears your penis really has started thinking for itself, not really but it’s an amusing thought, because the magic around your bits has been pulled into you’re testicles. It appears you’re body is trying to overcome the charms you cast on yourself and it’s using your magic to make yourself more fertile. I’m assuming you’ve been wanking regularly for years,” She paused as he gave a hesitant nod, “Because your semen is about as fertile as is magically possible. Making more of it is simply your body trying even harder to overcome the charm. This isn’t really unhealthy, as from what I can tell you’re body has already undergone the necessary modifications for this to be both possible and safe, but I’m not really sure where it will stop. I recommend always making sure you eat enough food and drinking lots of liquids so you don’t accidentally dehydrate yourself.” She was surprisingly calm about this, Harry mused. Than again, she worked in a MAGICAL school infirmary. She’d probably seen everything.

“Thanks Madam Pomfrey. I was a bit worried about this becoming a problem.” He answered.

“I’m sure that it won’t. It appears to be random though, just to warn you. You could release a normal amount, or enough to fill up some girl’s stomach to the point that she’s bulging at the belly.” She commented with a quirked lip at his dropped jaw, “Unlike Non-Magicals a Wizard’s semen contains magic. The amount is proportionate to how powerful the Wizard is and if you’re powerful enough it can have slight addictive qualities. You are extraordinarily powerful for a boy your age, so I must warn you that if you’re girlfriend, once you gain one, takes your seed inside her body, either orally or through sex, she will want more, and depending on how dedicated she is, probably won’t be adverse to simply tying you down and taking it by force.” Poppy was shamelessly grinning at him by this point.

Harry couldn’t really think of anything to say so he simply thanked the school nurse and left in a hurry, his mind going from embarrassed to unfathomable glee the second he passed the medical wing’s door.

Poppy tittered to herself as she lowered the wards back to their stand-by status and got back to work. “I’ll need to stock up on creams, I have a feeling there will be quite a few witches coming to me about sore bits…” She said with an amused smile, the paperwork suddenly filling itself out faster as her mood lightened.

Disclaimer: Don’t own Harry Potter. I’m afraid the owning of a person falls under the Dom/Sub subculture, of which I am just not overly into. JKR’s kinky like that though. Love ya babe!

… Please don’t sue me …

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Grinning like a loon, Harry quietly strode towards the library, knowing where it was thanks to some of the information he got from the Alistair. His morning had been good so far. He’d woken up to find Lavender with her big tits wrapped around his cock and had proceeded to throw up a Silencing Charm and fuck her, literally, over top of one of his sleeping year mates until she, with a body shaking orgasm, came messily onto the boy’s beddings. He’d left her asleep in his bed, dripping heavily with his cum, kept out of view by his Obscuration charmed curtains and silencing charms. Not to mention enough Security Runes to give a seventh year one hell of a surprise. He’d discarded his jacket and changed his shirt to a simple Gryffindor Crimson coloured T-shirt, feeling proud of his house after such a wonderful wake up.

“Hullo, Harry Potter.” A spacey voice spoke up behind him.

Startled out of his musings, Harry turned and saw who spoke. She was blonde, was the first thing Harry noticed, mostly because her hair was very long, maybe reaching the top of her thighs. Her bright blue eyes were wide, although that seemed to be her normal look, making her look very surprised all the time. She was wearing a Ravenclaw blue tank top that showed off her C-cup breasts nicely while ending just below her bellybutton, showing off her trim figure. A black pleated skirt that barely came to mid thigh completed the outfit nicely. It was smaller than Ginny’s by far. She wasn’t wearing anything below that, her bare legs on display. What confused Harry though were the Radish earrings, what looked like Butterbeer caps made into a necklace, and her lack of any form of footwear.

“Good Morning, what can I help you with Ms…?”

“Luna Lovegood.” She replied in what seemed like her normal tone, which was airy and not-all-there sounding.

Harry had to really try to hold back as he almost made a lame dirty joke about her name. He held himself back successfully. Verbally anyway. But the thoughts that went through his head for the next few seconds were groan worthy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Luna. But what is it you want?” Harry asked. His mind worked quickly on a plan. He needed to find a way to get this girl into bed. Her face was… there needed to be a word that combined adorable and cute onto one word just to describe it. He wanted to know more than anything right now if, once it was smeared in his jizz, it would look even more enticing.

“I was just leaving Harry Potter, I won’t keep you. The Nargles have informed me that they would like to see me ‘Ride your big meat stick like the blonde slut I am.’, and I felt you should be aware of my intentions. Goodbye Harry Potter, I expect I shall be seeing you either in later today, or in the next few days if you can’t find me once you’re done using Hogwarts resident busty bookworm as you’re personal cock-sleeve.” Stepping forward and pressing herself right against his chest, Luna leaned in slowly and softly kissed him on the lips. Her hands weren’t idle, and were busy giving his hard cock a good squeeze before breaking off and abruptly skipping away, humming to herself, as if she didn’t just tell a younger boy he would be expected to sleep with her as soon as it was convenient.

Harry was left confused, dazed, and very horny. His eyes remained on her skirt clad posterior as she skipped away, despite his higher brain functions being temporarily offline at the strange girls introduction, habits formed from years of practice were all but ingrained into his being.

Seeing a bulge in the front his black cargo jeans, clearly visible to anyone that happened to walk by (which was, thankfully, no one at this current time) he took a deep breath and got himself under control. Harry immediately started walking at a faster pace than before and was in the library in no time at all.

Looking around from the entrance he saw Hermione, barely, and it was only because he was looking for her. His first thought was, ‘Ginny must have put something in that newsletter about my Muggleborn dress code discovery.’ Which would have explained Luna’s clothes from before. The second thing through his mind wasn’t so much a thought, as it was a deluge of images and ideas about the many horrifically immoral thing he wanted to do to her body. She was dressed in a dark, Royal Blue coloured corset, two lines of intertwining thread ran the length of the front of the top, starting at just below her breasts running all the way down to the bottom. The cups that contained her breasts had two crescent shaped lines of small stones that followed the line of her bust,drawing the eye and making them appear larger than they were to the eye, which, to be honest, wasn’t even remotely needed for the bushy haired young woman and came off as a bit overkill. She appeared to be wearing something incredibly short on her bottom half in the same colour, because Harry could see her entire leg underneath the table.

Harry was amused to see her face almost completely red and her body doing it’s best to be as small as possible so no one would notice her as he walked over. She’d chosen to sit in the very back of the Library, where she was out of the way and not easily gotten to.

Hermione looked up from her book as she saw the first year that was interested in her sit down to the other side of the table. She blushed even harder at his wide eyed look. “My Mum took me shopping over the summer. She ordered me to wear this at the first available opportunity. I… haven’t told her about my lack of social circle, she just thinks that I’m shy and that these will help boost my confidence.” She rambled. She didn’t know why she was telling him this but she couldn’t stop her mouth from moving and she needed to change the subject. “Why are you wearing the Sorting Hat?” She abruptly asked.

Harry made himself comfortable in the Library chair (resorting to a Cushioning Charm eventually) before he answered. “I wanted to know why Salazar left Hogwarts. So I asked the Headmaster if I could borrow it for a few months. It’s not active at the moment, so I plan on talking to it as I finish up my school work every evening. What do you want to study first?”

Hermione seemed very interesting in learning about one of the founders as well before he mentioned school work and her eyes grew cold. She reached over into her book bag and tossed three Runes onto the table. She first placed a Silencing Rune on the table and activated it. Harry was wondering what this would accomplish, as it would only literally silence the table itself. Which would only be useful if she wanted to break it without anyone hearing the sound of wood breaking. His confusion turned to interest as she placed another stone with the Rune for Radius next to it and linked the two. She finished up by placing a circular stone on top of that, an Area Of Effect Rune etched onto it, and linked it to the Radius Rune before spinning it like a dial.

At first nothing happened. Even though Harry could sense magic doing something he didn’t know what. That was cleared up when a wave of magic passed him. Once he was inside of it he could see the translucent white bubble of magic encompassing them and growing larger until she stopped spinning the dial. The shade of white looked exactly like the ones in the Hospital wing, so Harry guessed they were now silent to anyone appearing nearby.

“We normally can’t perform magic in the Library, but I asked Madam Pince if I could do this so I can study in peace. The Silencing Charm only works one way, but this method silences everything. They can’t hear us, and we can’t hear them. Now I’m going to ask you once, why are you interested in me. I’m not going to do your homework, so if that’s what you want leave now and never speak to me again.” She said, her voice resigned but hard.

Harry held up his hands, expecting this. “Remember how I told you I’ve been learning magic since I was 5?” She nodded, “Well it’s not arrogant for me to say I’m better than everyone my age, and maybe even a year or two above me because of it.” He was being modest, actually. His education varied pretty wildly, but he was very certain he could breeze through DADA NEWTs and his OWLs for most other subjects. “I want to have someone I can speak to about magic that isn’t years below my education level. An intellectual equal I guess. Two people can figure out more things than one. Like Rune cluster on the table, I would have never though about that. And yes, I am a healthy male and you are a very attractive female, so I’m hoping to shag you at some point.” He finished.

Seeing as Harry’s tone never changes it took Hermione a second to acknowledge that last part, “I can see how academic discussion would be difficult when you’re so advanced. I had a similar problem when I went to elementary school-wait what? Why would you want to shag me? And how can you be so blasé about it?” She yelled.

“Why would I want to-Mion are you insane? You’re beautiful. And I happen to have eyes. I can be blasé about it because I don’t necessarily mean right now, it could be a week from now, a month, hell make it a solid decade, I would drop everything I was doing to shag your brains out if you asked; doing my damnedest to make sure you reach that orgasmic high early and never come down! I’ll keep going until my body refuses to move! And than invent a way to reinvigorate myself using magic and do it over and over again until every drop of magic has been used up, and I’ll still keep going until you say stop!”

It was only after he stopped that he realized he had stood up abruptly at some point, his chair tipping over backwards, and was talking fairly loudly. “Er, sorry. My Dogfather taught me to appreciate the finer things in life.” He said as he used a wandless summoning charm on the top of the chair, waiting for it to right itself again before he sat back down.

“O-oh?” Hermione squeaked. She normally would have been… well she didn’t know, but it probably would have involved yelling and calling him a liar. But the pure passion in which he spoke and the determination in his eyes was undeniable. And arousing, a small part of her admitted. She’d heard her mother talk about people making speeches for causes they believed in and she didn’t really understand how her mum could tell when someone was fully devoted to something until now. She truly believed that in ten years, if she asked him to shag her, he would do it, no matter what he was doing at the time.

“Of course. Sirius told me women are like fine art. There are all different kinds of styles, all of which can be beautiful in their own way. You, Mione, happen to be art of the highest calibre. And yes I know how cheesy it sounds, but I truly believe that. The fact that every student in this school is to stupid to see that is disgusting.” Harry hissed, turning to glare at a table of Lions on the other side of the library. “You’re smart, gorgeous, and talented. How many woman can boast that? Who cares if you stumble over your words, that’s what happens when you don’t talk to anybody on a regular basis. Social skills tend to degrade over time if not used. If anyone even tried to get to know you that problem would clear itself up quickly. But they don’t, the pansy little ponces, our House being the most guilty, lack the stones to do such a thing. Just proving how petty some people can be. Even if you never want to be anything more than friends I would still like to study together. Dammit I did it again!” He exclaimed as he noticed he was, once again, standing with his chair knocked over behind him, one hand raised in righteous fury while the other was flat against the table. Apparently he’d slapped the table at some point for emphasis.

Harry sat down again. Once he was comfortable he looked up and noticed Hermione eyes were watery. “Ah hell, I made an idiot of myself. I’ll leave now.” He sighed. Damned Sirius. Harry got his passion from him, so he felt justified in blaming him for making a girl cry.

He got up and was almost at the bubble he heard Hermione yell, “Wait! I-I mean, please, stay. Did you really mean that, the part about… well everything…?” She asked quietly.

Harry let out a sigh of relief and sat back down, “Yeah. I don’t like it when people insult or ostracise someone for being different. It’s pathetic. And yes, I am very much attracted to you and coming right out and saying it felt like the easiest method.” He answered.

“I’m not attractive.” She mumbled stubbornly.

Harry gave her a blank look. “Mione I’d like you to try a verbal exercise.”

Hermione nodded, confusion evident on her face.

“First though, I need you to sit up straight. Head high and chest puffed out.” Hermione did so and Harry’s lips raised into a small half-grin, “Farther out… liiittle bit more.”

Hermione wasn’t sure why he wanted her to do this until she remembered she wasn’t wearing her robes, she was wearing a very skimpy corset and hot pants. “Harry!” She said, scandalized and red in the face.

Harry chuckled, “That’s called flirting, and it’s something I hope to teach you. Plus, you need to lighten up, you’re very high-strung. Now repeat after me. We’ll start simple. I am attractive.”

“Why would I say that?” She asked, still miffed at what he made her unknowingly show off.

“Just trust me, okay? This’ll help with a problem you’re having.” He said.

“Alright.” She said, “I am attractive.”

“I am smart.”

Hermione continued, repeating what he asked her to; “I won’t let anyone pick on me without retaliating in kind. I have grown into my teeth and will no longer be self conscious about them. (she had to ask him how he knew about her teeth complex, which he replied he’d talked to some students about her) My hair is not bushy, it is wild and very good looking.”

This continued on for several minutes, Hermione growing more confident in herself as she went along. “Alright, last one. I want you to bend me over this table and shag me Harry.” He said.

“I want you to bend me over this table and shag m-Harry!” She yelled, albeit quieter this time, taking it as the joke it was meant as, if his playful smirk was anything to go by.

“Do you feel better.” Harry asked, still chuckling.

“Actually, yes. I do. Thank you Harry. What are your strongest and weakest subjects?” She asked suddenly.

“Battle magic. It’s known as Defence Against the Dark Arts here, but that’s what Sirius always called it, found the name cooler I guess. My weakest would have to be Arithmancy. Never went to Muggle school, so I didn’t learn math like you did.” He mused.

Hermione reached into her bag and brought out the books for the two subjects, looking very happy. “Perfect! I’m the exact opposite. I know the theory behind the spells in DADA, but I just can’t seem to cast them right without practising for a long time.”

“There’s an empty room, I think it used to be a storage room for extra books before the Library was Expanded, down the hall. We could use that for spell practice now if you’d like?” Harry asked. He knew the seduction of Hermione Granger would be a slow one, and that it would be a while before any moves could be made aside from flirting unless she made some really shocking amount of progress quickly, but he was looking forward to every second of it.

.oOo.

Two hours later Harry was sitting on one of the two conjured chairs in the room. It was a flat room, one door, and every wall was covered in book shelves. Empty, of course. Harry had a feeling Hermione would do something horrible to him if they shot spells at books instead of just the empty shelves… probably involving a spork, somehow. She had her back to him and was practising the Reductor Curse; which was one of Harry’s favourite spells, along with Foro, the piercing Charm, and the Bombarda, the Blasting curse. All of which he taught Hermione. She was actually very good at using Battle Magics, she just didn’t have the… instinctual grasp of them that Harry did and had to figure out how to channel her magic for every individual spell.

She was currently faces away from him, using the Blasting Curse on one of the shelves before using a quick Reparo to fix it, trying to break it into smaller and smaller pieces. Harry was more preoccupied by the large ass that had somehow fit into the tight dark Royal Blue hot pants she had on. He was unabashedly staring and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She had Ginny beat out by Merlin knew how many inches and it was glorious. Which made it incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of her.

Hermione was having a good time practising. She’d never enjoyed DADA spells before, mostly because they just wouldn’t work right for her and took up precious time to master that she could be using on other things. But Harry was patient and seemed to know exactly how to use his magic with the wand motions to make the spells as effective as possible. She was pretty stunted in the area, but she was also sure he wanted, on more than one occasion, to cop a feel off of her. She wasn’t even really as opposed to the idea as she thought she would be. She’d given him several opportunities, which she enjoyed even more as she saw him physically restrain himself more than once. He’d made his intentions known, in about as blunt and yet passionate manner as possible, but it was nice to know the pace was completely up to her.

Glancing back at him she noticed his staring longingly at her arse. She decided to try her hand at flirting. Dropping her wand expertly, as she’d done on accident a few times now, she reached down to pick it up, only to look over at him, giving her arse a loud slap with one of her hands, “I bet you you’d love to bend me over like this and pound my sexy arse all night long, wouldn’t you?” Hermione almost jumped at just how seductive she could sound! She saw Harry’s jaw drop at her sudden personality change (she was incredibly proud of herself when she saw he actually had a blush on his face, albeit a small one). He was silent for a beat or two before he started laughing loudly.

“Well done Hermione, well done! You got me good.” Harry cheered with a delighted look. Said look turned into a roguish grin a second later as he calmed down and returned fire, “You’re a little early to be challenging me though, I could do things to your ass with my hands and tongue that would leave you unable to walk for the rest of the night, but crawling back to me for more.” He said lowly.

Hermione shivered, dammit! She’d thought she was getting better at this. That grin though! She could almost feel her thong drenching itself. “Tonguing my ass Harry, how dirty of you.” Hermione mentally cursed, her seductive tone was gone, like it’d never existed. and she was back to her ‘asking the Professor a question’ voice. She would need to work on that…

Harry shook his head, mistakenly assuming she was actually turned off by the idea like most muggles would be, “Magical bog rolls are enchanted with Vanishing Charms. Your bowels are probably cleaner than this floor.” He pointed towards the floor, which was admittedly a little dusty.

Hermione blinked, “Oh, I didn’t know that. I just thought it was just really effective at what it did.” She was sporting an embarrassed, but mostly because this just wasn’t something people normally talked about. “I think I’ll call it a day.” She admitted.

“Alright. Do you think you could teach me Muggle maths sometime? A friend of Remus’ told me it helps immensely when trying to learn Arithmancy.” Harry asked as he hopped up, not bothering to hide the bulge in his slacks.

Hermione saw it, but didn’t comment, since she knew exactly what caused it and was rather proud of herself for it. “Sure, I can start tutoring you every night for the last half hour before curfew, if you’d like?” She replied, rubbing her sore arm. She’d never practised spell casting for that long before.

“Sounds good.” He replied.

They left the room and had been walking for a few minutes when Harry noticed she was still rubbing her hand and shoulder. He was walking on her right side so he simply held out his hand and said, “Here, give me your hand. I can help with that.”

She placed her hand in his without question, palm up. Harry fished out a bottle of what looked like oil from his pocket. Hermione asked the obvious question. “Why are you carrying around massage oil in your pocket?”

Harry looked at her like she was crazy, “You mean other people don’t?” He asked incredulously. Seeing her shaking her head slowly he shook his own in pity. “What is this world coming to…” Regardless of his lost faith in humanity as a whole Harry covered both his hands and her hand and forearm in the oil before he put his skills to work.

Hermione almost stopped walking as her hand instantly felt better. She let out an involuntary moan and he started on her forearm before squeaking and covering her mouth with her free hand.

Harry chuckled, “It’s fine, nothing to be ashamed of. I was taught by the best. I’ve seen girls that had sensitive parts, feet is a common one, orgasm from the technique I’m using. Just relax and try not to trip.” He joked.

Hermione nodded, her eyes half-lidded as he slowly progressed up her arm, and eventually switching to the other side at her request, on the way back to the common room. They were a few halls away when Harry stopped. It took Hermione a second to realize the soothing feeling had stopped. “Why’d you stop?” She asked, trying to keep the desperation she felt out of her voice. He’d almost gotten to her shoulders and that’s where it was the worst.

“I can’t do you’re shoulder while we’re walking.” He grinned, “Although I know a perfect place to get some privacy to give a full body massage if you’d like one…?” He trailed off.

Hermione felt she was getting better at being playful, or the massage had helped more than she knew, because without missing a beat she replied, “You just want to feel up my arse.”

Harry, just as quickly, answered proudly, “Damn right I do.” He paused, “But you also happen to have an ungodly amount of knots and I haven’t even reached your shoulders yet. Your probably in a lot of back pain, you’ve just gotten used to it over time. Like wisdom teeth coming in but not breaking the gums.” He didn’t know about that last one for sure, but it was the example both his Massage instructor and Sirius, after he heard said instructor use it, started using to describe small aches the body got used to over time.

Hermione thought about it for a good while, watching Harry out of the corner of her eye. She knew from the special edition of the Wiccan Weekly she would be, if she wanted to, the third girl he would sleep with in just as many days. This also meant, whether he realized it or not, his endurance for seduction was shortening, having it happen so quickly twice in a row. If she was honest with herself a part of her was starting to grow attracted to the boy, in the physical sense, she would already call him a friend. She wasn’t going to sleep with him today, or probably even this week, but she was open to the idea.

Her decision made she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pressed his smaller body to her right side. “As a matter of fact, I am interested. Lead the way.” She said grandiosely.

Harry grinned in surprise, he was expecting her to want a shoulder rub in the common room or something. Linking his left arm around her waist he pointed to the heavens dramatically, “To the Room of Requirements!” He declared.

The walk was short, but along the way some interesting things happened. The first move was made when Hermione grabbed his hand, the one still resting in her hip, and slid it down onto her bum.

The only reaction Harry gave was a raised eyebrow. Which Hermione took as a silent question, “You’ve been looking like you wanted to do that since I stood up a few hours back in the library, and It’s not like you won’t be feeling it when we get to the room. Aside from that, I’m cold, I never placed warming charms on these clothes, and you seem to be enjoying warming me up…” She finished with a pointed look at the thick bulge in his slacks.

Harry’s only response was to start rubbing her backside and chuckle at how much progress she’d made. She was a Gryffindor alright.

“So which way do we go?” She asked, turning to look at him.

Harry turned his head, replying, “Two more hallways down, one left, one right, another left and we’ll be there.”

“My eyes are up here.” She said flatly, although she had to keep the smile off her face at the pay back.

Harry nodded, his eyes never leaving their current location, “Yes, and they’re very pretty eyes.”

“You seem to be enjoying that view a little to much. Why don’t I give you a better look?” Her arm, which was draped over his shoulders, raised and suddenly yanked his head forward into her cleavage. “Better?” She asked smugly.

“Mush be’er, shans yoo.” He said with delight.

Seeing as he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest she pulled his head back by the hair (something he apparently didn’t even feel, the goofy grin on his face not deterred in the slightest in it’s quest to split his face in half) and huffed, looking away with a pout.

A few seconds later as they walked down the hall Harry decided he’d given her enough time to relax for the next volley in their game, “Not that I don’t like where my hand is at the moment, but I’d much rather have you bent over Professor McGonagall’s desk with those sexy shorts around your ankles.” He said conversely.

Having been the victim of his flirting for a few hours now, Hermione felt that she, as a quick learner, had finally got to the point where she could at least keep up with his flirting She tried, and succeeded in putting a sexy purr in her tone, adding a slightly sarcastic inflection for good measure, “Oh? And this scenario would naturally include you shagging me raw from behind I presume?”

Giving her sexy arse another squeeze he gave her a flirty grin, “Well… You have to admit it’s a very good idea isn’t it? The risk of being caught by the Professor… and even if we weren’t there there would always be the knowledge in the back of your head that the desk she uses ever day has been sullied by us…” Trailing off he felt no reason to stop heartily groping her arse, so didn’t.

She gave an even larger flirty grin back as that thought lit a fire within her she didn’t know she had, “Yes, yes it does. You never know, play your cards right and at the end of the night I may just be bent over that desk my shorts around my ankles, my big tits out for you to play with, screaming your name as you pound me from behind.” Mentally she was doing everything she could to remain calm and push forward, but her momentum was failing. She wanted to make one more move that would shock him though. The rush of pride she got when she shocked him was starting to become intoxicating. With one last burst of courage she reached down with her hand and gave his straining bulge a good squeeze while letting out a throaty moan of; “Mmm, nice and big.”

Harry actually stopped and stared, she’d done it again! He should really have stopped being surprised by her rapid jumps in progress at being so forward. “You’re getting better by the minute Mione.” He complimented.

“Thanks Harry, can we stop for now though, that’s exhausting.” Hermione said, tired from acting so far out of her comfort zone for so long.

Harry nodded, “Sure, sure. I’m proud of the progress you’ve made my student.” He said sagely and he lifted his hand back up to her hip.

“I never said move your hand.” Hermione piped in, her previous bravado mostly gone; but there was still a hint of playfulness in her voice. Harry grinned and moved his hand back into place as they continued walking, the rest of the short trip spent in silence.

.oOo.

‘I need salt-water and sand.’

‘I need a them to be set up as a relaxing beach with nothing on it but sand and relaxing sounds.’

‘I need a massage table and all the needed supplies on the beach under a pleasantly warm sun.’

A confused Hermione watched harry pace back and forth three times in a seemingly random location. Her eyes widened as she saw a door shimmer into existence after his third pass. Harry opened the door for her, and she was further confused to see nothing but white inside the door frame until she passed through the door. Once she passed through it she gasped as the white light seemingly melted to reveal a beautiful beach, every part of it oozing relaxation. Harry’s voice from behind her cut her thoughts short, “There’s a massage table over there. From what I can see there’s towels and everything already over there, so you can undress and cover yourself back up.”

She walked over mechanically, just taking in the beach. She had already unbuttoned her hot pants and was bending over to pull them down when she froze and looked over her shoulder. She immediately saw Harry grinning widely while lounging in a recliner that had seeming appeared out of nowhere, looking for all the world like a man enjoying the greatest show ever. She felt her cheeks warm up and bit at his look of anticipation, but still gave him and flat look and jabbed her fingers at a nearby cement bathroom/changing room structure. Which had also not been there until she’d needed a reason to keep him busy. Curious.

Ignoring that thought she spoke loudly so he could hear her over the trance he appeared to be in, “Go, change into a pair of trunks or something.” She said, her tone as flat as her stare.

“Aww!” Harry whined, but complied.

Hermione had probably never undressed so fast in her life. She had no idea why this act made her nervous but she was completely naked, than covered with a towel on her bum laying on her stomach in ten seconds flat.

She didn’t have to wait long, Harry appeared in baggy swimming trunks. They were black, reached his knees, and had two emerald green stripes going down the side of both legs. He nonchalantly placed his hand on her bum again, although his rubbing and kneading of her cheeks seemed to be using an actual Masseuse technique, instead of just lusty groping hands. “So Miss Granger,” He said Professionally, deciding to act the part of the impartial Masseuse for a bit, “What would you like today.”

“Mmm, Just my back for now Harry.” Hermione replied. Just a few seconds of working on her bum and it was already starting to feel less stiff.

“Excellent choice Madam.” Harry drawled. Since he was taught how on bigger bodies he naturally hoisted himself onto the table and sat gently on her bum, a bottle of oil in his hand. Hermione gasped at the cold oil making a line down her spine before his warm hands started making complex patterns, rubbing the muscles of her shoulders and back in specific ways. “Oh Gaaaawd,” She moaned as he found a particularly large knot and used his magic hands (both figuratively and literally; by using a bit of healing magic) to knead it away.

She was putty in his hands for the next half hour as he methodically worked his way through every knot and ache on her back. “What next, Miss Granger?” His voice suddenly cut through the relaxed haze that the calm waves were creating.

“Front.” She said, her voice calmer and more laid back than she’d ever remembered it being.

“Towel?” Harry asked politely.

“S’fine.” Hermione mumbled, turning herself over and revealing herself to him. He repositioned himself so he was kneeling, putting most of his weight on his calves with his legs on either side of her hip, so he wasn’t sitting, as opposed to hovering, on her crotch.

While Harry methodically moved onto her abdomen and sides, using a new dose of cold oil that made her moan louder than normal again before settling back into a purr. He didn’t ask about that, but he was definitely going to when they were done. It was kinda sexy actually. Positioning her arms in different positions to get the muscles in the right place he kept working on autopilot as he eyed her breasts. DD-cup’s, at least, her areola were medium sized, her nipples a little above what he’d come to know as average for a bust of her size, both were a dusky pink, the later distended in arousal.

It was almost fifteen minutes later when she talked for the first time, in a quiet, almost pleading voice, “Higher.” Harry didn’t miss a beat and she hissed through gritted teeth as the cold oil was dribbled onto her nipples, only to hold back her squirms and mewls as he rubbed the oil in.

Since seduction was kind of the whole point of this Harry steadily started using his more erotic techniques, perverting the healing magic in his hands to stimulate pleasure. She got more and more tense, her breathing speeding up. Eventually she went stiff and moaned loudly, erotically, holding nothing back.

Hermione collapsed, boneless. It wasn’t the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt, although it was high up there, but the build up had been a long time coming and it created an untold amounts of relief when she finally attained released. Speaking of relief… she cracked an eye open lazily. She could clearly see the erection straining against Harry’s trucks, the poor thing had probably been hard since they left the Library. Or at the very least the room they were practising spells in. She would need to return the favour. She’d been puzzling out how the room worked since he started and she had a theory. Testing this out, she was met with success as his trunks vanished.

“Uh…” Harry said dumbly. This… wasn’t part of the plan. He was about to ask for a new pair of trunks from the room when his breath caught as she grabbed onto his shaft in a firm grip and pulled him forward. She didn’t even open her eyes as she dragged him forward until he was straddling her abdomen, just below her breasts, simply letting go of him when he’d been forced to waddle up her torso and enveloped his length in her breasts without hesitation.

Hermione had her breasts pressed together tightly, and the oil was only adding to the pleasure, but she was going tortuously slow. He tried to thrust his hips, but her hands left her breasts and gripped his hips every time he attempted to. What followed was the longest five minutes of Harry’s life as she slowly built up speed, Harry’s orgasm crawling ever closer.

Finally, Harry tensed, so close he could almost taste the pleasure. And then Hermione stopped. He tried to grasp her breasts and finish himself off, but she spoke for the first time since she’d turned over, and with a simple, “Stop.” with all her bossiness she could muster put behind it. His lower body froze, his upper body lurching forward. A whine actually escaped his throat. One more thrust, was that so much to ask for?

“Stand up. I want to know what it tastes like.” She said, her tone reminiscent of the blond girl he’d met a few hours prior.

Harry jerkily did what he was told. Standing on the massage table he thanked the room for making it very sturdy and stable.

Hermione lazily raised herself into a sitting position before grasping his bobbing member with both hands, her left at the base and the right hand’s fingers ghosting over the head before she slid it into her mouth. Harry gasped as her left hand suddenly started pumping up and down his length at a blurring pace, the fingers of her right making sure the head stayed inside her mouth.

It was barely fifteen seconds before he came. It was powerful, he actually saw stars for a second as his long awaited orgasm was finally achieved. His head fell back as he groaned throatily.

Hermione was pretty far gone, but she was still about as shocked as she could get when her mouth was suddenly filled to the leaking point from one large surge of cum. She instinctively swallowed everything, with a bit of difficulty, the rest of Harry’s load was much the same as they’d always been, seven large spurts of thick cum. Only a few drops leaked from her lips, not even being enough to make a trail to her chin.

Harry’s knees gave out when he’d fully emptied himself and he fell off the table with a yelp.

Hermione peered over the edge of the table down at him, licking the drops dribbling from her lips, “You okay Harry?” She asked airily.

“Yeah, fine. Sand is a lot better than stone flooring to fall on.” He answered. While he was getting up Hermione swung her legs off the massage table and stood up, her discarded clothes suddenly appearing on her thanks to a stray thought. Harry’s clothes did the same, and he barely had a second to wonder why until Hermione crashed into him, her legs unsteady. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, her head resting on his shoulder. “Lets go back to the common room. I think I would like to take a nap now.” She said.

“Sure, take it easy for a few hours and you’ll wake up feeling like you can take on the world.” Harry told her as they left the RoR, the door closing and seemingly evaporating behind him.

The walk back to the common room was a slow one, Harry was in no hurry and Hermione was still having trouble walking on steady legs.

“All Out Of Mercy.” Harry spoke clearly to the scandalized looking Fat Lady. She was about to comment about an older girl all but hanging off a younger boy but a stare from Harry made her jaw click shut. Once inside Harry noticed that the only students still inside this early in the afternoon were the seventh years and fifth years. Apparently even the Gryffindor’s wanted to be prepared for the tests. None of them spared the two a glance, either engrossed on conversation, or their schoolbooks. A gentle nudge from Harry woke Hermione up from her almsot-nap and she staggered up the girl’s stairs after placing a goodbye kiss on Harry’s cheek. Harry wouldn’t stand for something like that though, and he grasped her head by the back of her neck gently and planted a steamy kiss on her lips. The strength of which effecting her, even in her barely conscious state, as she moaned quietly in approval.

Once she was out of sight Harry spun around 180 degrees in a single quick half-spin and walked stiffly to the male dormitories. He’d been steadily getting riled up for almost three solid hours from the girl he’d just sent off and a single load barely took the edge off. He needed either Lavender or his fangirl/pet project/slut, preferably in his bed, right now, to burn off some steam with.

As soon as he thought this Alistair enlarged enough so it slipped down his head and covered his eyes. He was about to say something when he was suddenly looking at his bed, as if he was standing right in front of it. Lavender and Ginny actually WERE on his bed. They were both talking, waiting for him to come back.

‘Thanks Alistair. So you can see anywhere in Hogwarts?’ Harry asked.

Most places. The Founders’ chambers are part of a separate ward network that I’m not hooked into. And the Headmaster can select a room of his choosing for lodgings that are then blocked. There are a few other odds and ends, but I can see mostly everything, and grant you the ability to whenever you need it. He answered.

‘That… is incredibly useful.’ Harry said slowly, the possibilities sinking in. He pulled Alistair up and set him on his head again, the hat returning to it’s smaller size to stay on top of his head as he did so before he made his way up the stairs and into his dorm. It was empty, but he knew there were two eager girls behind the curtain on his bed waiting for him.

Seeing as they’d be back within an hour or two Harry placed a Sleeping charm on each of his room mates pillows, a compulsion charm on the doorway to head right to bead once it was passed, and then started stripping down to his boxers. He walked over, tossing his discarded clothes in the hamper as he went, and grabbed the curtains around his bed post and pulled them back. Both girl looked up at him and broke into wide lusty smiles seeing him mostly nude, his cock very much erect and in clear view, the slit in his boxer being put to good use. Lavender let out a surprised yelp as Harry pounced on her while Ginny looked on in surprise at his eagerness.

Harry grabbed Lavender by the hair, his brain absently taking in her appearance; a tiny pink lace thong and matching bra was all she deemed important enough to wear, before he roughly pulling her head towards his, their lips mashing together with bruising force. A good snog later he grabbed her shoulders and lowered her mouth down onto his dick, pushing the back of her head further and further down his length, forcing it down the busty blonde’s throat.

His hands tangled in Lavender’s hair he looked up and stared straight into Ginny’s wide eye, “I’m in need of a hell a lot of release, so get ready because I’m going to pound your slut pussy until you can’t take anymore!” As if to proved his point he let out a throaty grunt and released one of his first pent up loads of the afternoon, from the continuously blue balling created from not being able to fuck Hermione, into lavender’s throat.

Lavender let out a gurgled “Eek!” When he grasped her shoulders and flipped her over. She had just a second for her eyes to shoot open as she instantly had a very horny Harry Potter laying on top of her before she screamed in bliss as he thrust unto her pussy in a single brutal shot. Her world dissolved into an orgasm induced haze, barely noticing as he flipped her onto her back and straddled her thighs before thrusting into her clenched pussy again, enjoying the new position that allowed him to see her ass at it’s largest, her cheeks rippling wildly as his pelvis hammered into them.

Ginny was caught between horrified arousal at his brutality, jealousy it wasn’t her getting such treatment, and zen-like contentment knowing her newest desires, created not even a full day ago by the boy in front of her, would be sated and more, knowing that she would be in that same, and many other positions, by the time the night had ended.

.oOo.

(4 hours 35 minutes later)

Harry finally let out a huff of air, the uncomfortable pressure in his balls now emptied. Lavender had passed out early. He didn’t question why, but she didn’t seem to be fully rested. So Ginny had spent almost a full four hours riding his dick, never being off of it for anything more than a few seconds as they changed positions. His visit to Madam Pomfrey came to mind as he looked at Ginny; filling a girls belly to the bloating point indeed…

His personal red headed slut was so cum filled she looked pregnant. She was completely unconscious, curled around her stomach in the fetal position. For obvious reasons she was relatively cum free, as most of it was inside of her. The creepy smile on her face as she rubbed her belly and murmured to herself was some high level fan-girl crazy-shit, so he left her at the foot of his bed.

Lavender, in a mirror of Ginny, was completely cum free inside, but that was only because every drop had been poured onto her instead of inside. She was half laying on the bed, her thighs and below hanging off the bed, barely covered by the curtain.

A quick Tempus later and Harry discovered they’d missed dinner. In fact, it was only fifteen minutes before curfew. Seeing as he didn’t have anything that could be done in that short amount of time left to do today, he prepared for bed. Looking at his two bed mates he suddenly realized boobs were soft. Not a new development, but he’d never though to use them for this purpose. Regretfully Vanishing the cum off of Lavender (he had no idea where he vanished it to but he didn’t particularly care at this moment) he picked her up and set her below the covers before cuddling up next to her and setting his head on her breast.

To no surprise, breasts made great pillows. Harry drifted to sleep easily, ideas of future encounters with Hermione and his upcoming one with Luna filling his mind.

.oOo.

Omake

Written by: Slicerness

“So Greengrass, when are you finally going to accept my offer?” Draco Malfoy asked Daphne Greengrass smugly.

Daphne gave him a cold, blank stare from where she was talking with her only true friend that wasn’t her sister, Tracy Davis. “I’ve heard the things Pansy says about you. We do live in the same dorm you know. I’m amazed she somehow makes the tiny, barely working thing you call a penis sound as good as she does. It’s amazing how she avoids going into any amount of detail when it comes to anything that isn’t how soft and pretty your hair is.”

Draco somehow managed to become completely pale, and very red in the face at the same time. Rage, embarrassment, and humiliation clearly visible on his face. He opened his mouth to yell at her for having the audacity to suggest that he, Draco Malfoy, was anything less than the greatest lover alive when he heard the sound of wind swishing above his head before he was suddenly covered in some kind of thick white slime.

The rest of the dorm watched in varying degrees of shock, amusement, disgust, and in one girls case, anger, as Draco started freaking out, running around, arms flailing, and shrieking, “MY HAIR! IT’S IN MY HAIR!”

.oOo.

How was it? You know the drill review and shit! Kinda high at the moment so… booooobieeees =D

Tune in next time to see Luna Lovegood taking some cock!

Adios bitchez!

For future reference bold text in AN’s is me, THE ALMIGHTY SLICERNESS(!), and normal text is Yugi. (although this may change in the future, he may have other preferences. I prefer bold, and will stick with it.)

I’m pretty nervous about this really. Yugi’s not a huge Hermione fan, so this chapter was largely left up to me to write. I tried to stick close to what I want my characters to be (and holy FUCK is that hard. So much easier just to say “Fuck it!” and have everybody do whatever the hell I want them to) but I’m not sure how well that worked out. So tell me what’cha think in a review. Or even a PM, if you feel like being covert.

The seduction of Hermione will be slow. There will be snippets of their time together every chapter (or every other chapter) so Hermione fans will hopefully be appeased by this.

So long , and thanks for all the fi-I mean reviews.

Disclaimer: We’re both poor as fuck and don’t make any money off of this. Now get off my lawn… damned kids, with your LifeJournals and your Myplaces…

Morning came fast for Harry, and after carefully removing himself from the busty blonde and his feet from the grip of his cum bloated fangirl (he had no idea how it hadn’t leaked, or rather poured, out of her yet, but he was guessing some sort of accidental magic, a sealing charm on her cervix or something) before he got dressed in a dark grey muscle shirt, and black cargo jeans.

Satisfied with his outfit for the day, Harry calmly walked down through the school towards the Great Hall, coolly ignoring the squealing girls beginning to follow him, all the while a lecherously smirk fighting to show on his face at the possibilities as he sat for a quick breakfast.

A few minutes later he finished savouring a bacon sandwich and glanced at his watch; 10:30am, meaning Hermione would already be at the empty classroom from the previous night practising the spells he taught her.

Using a quick Notice-Me-Not charm, he calmly slipped past his fangirl stalkers, which, he amusedly noticed, were lead by the now normal looking, if even more worshipping looking, Ginny.

A quick trip later and he arrived in the abandoned classroom. He casually opened the door and stepped in, shutting it behind himself once he’d passed the threshold and was greeted to a marvellous sight.

Hermione was wearing a tight black corset, similar to the one she wore the night before, with dark blue jeans that framed her ass perfectly and black, high-heeled boots that reached the middle of her shin. What attracted his attention the most though, was that she was bent over the desk writing something, gently swaying her ass from side to side and her sexy pink lace thong had trailed up to her hips. He was forced to do a bit of repositioning, the thick bulge in his pants not in a very comfortable position; the sight of her sexy arse accompanied by the lace thong already had him as hard as steel.

Hermione turned towards him just in time to see him adjust the thick bulge in his jeans and got an impish smile on her face as she teased, “Enjoying the view Harry?”

“Very. It’s a magnificent sight to see this early in the morning.” He teased back as he walked over to her.

Hermione smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, unintentionally giving him the next step to their flirting game, as she hugged him, he spoke with his mischievous and slightly lecherous grin now in place, “But this sight is just as good, in fact, It’s so good I think I need a better look.” With that he brought his face right into her amazing amount of cleavage and shook his head with it in-between her breasts, causing them to shake form side to side, almost spilling from her corset.

Bringing his head back up he caught Hermione by surprise, pressing his lips against hers before pulling back a few seconds later.

Hermione, a little red in the face, managed to surprisingly flirt back, “Did you enjoy that?”

Harry, with his grin still in place, replied “Yep, they’re amazing. Although I must admit i’m conflicted as to which action I liked more, you have very soft lips.” He leaned forward again, pleasantly surprised to find Hermione lean forward as well. The kiss was chaste at first, but in a surprise move Hermione’s tongue was the one that asked for entrance to his mouth. A fierce tongue duel followed, Harry noted in the back of his mind that Hermione was purring again. He was definitely asking her about that… juuust as soon as he explored her mouth; he’d beaten her tongue back, his experience winning out, and he was thoroughly enjoying his victory spoils.

Grabbing a good handful of her sexy arse with both hands, Harry grinned as he felt her moan into his mouth from the squeezing he was giving her cheeks. Finally coming up for air he leaned back a tad, separating there heads, his arms still on her sexy arse before giving her a wink and letting go of her to lean against the wall and cross his arms. Looking at the flustered girl, he spoke, “Classes start up for real tomorrow, it’s gonna be so lame; I could have passed this year’s exams when I was five.”

Hermione, used to his flirting games, gained control of herself rather quickly and spoke sarcastically, “Oh yes, I feel so sorry for you being able to do magic since you were basically a toddler, oh woe is you.” Leaning back as well she stretching her arms up, smirking when she saw Harry’s eyes follow her bust as it rose up and almost spilled from her corset and almost laughed at his pout when she stopped stretching. She absently noticed the still very much present bulge in his slacks, even though she knew he was probably daydreaming about bending her over and shagging her she kept talking as if it wasn’t there. “Now, I’ve done a bit of research this morning and found out that when you were nine you were taught by the headmaster himself and I was hoping you could teach me the shield spell he was famous for inventing that reflected almost any spells except for the overpowered ones or heavily dark spells. The Unforgivables as well, but nothing can block those, so it’s moot.”

Harry grinned lecherously. Hermione Didn’t like the grin on his face, he had obviously just thought of something incredibly perverted.

“That spell? It’s pretty easy to learn, just a few simple tricks to it.” Hermione smiled, Harry’s grin threatened to split his face, “But it happens to be very difficult to think with my current physical ailment; need blood for thinking smart-like, ya know?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, but his right hand’s thumb was outside of it, and was tapping as close to his groin as he could reach. A rather unsubtle reminder of what he was talking about.

Hermione’s eyes were drawn to the area and despite her best efforts she blushed. She remembered with crystal clarity what she’d done the night before and she was fascinated by the taste of his semen. She expected it to be bitter, like her books said, but it was… she couldn’t really describe it. And a part of her wanted more. A large part. Harry had already made it clear she was the one setting the pace so she knew if she said ‘No’ he would still teach her the spell (she would probably have to deal with him pouting and the occasional grind of his hips if he ever had to be pressed against her for any reason, but that was to be expected) but she saw no harm in having a repeat performance of what happened in the Room of Requirements.

“I wouldn’t be… opposed to giving you a little relief.” Hermione said with an intentionally hesitant tone.

Harry grinned, “Sounds great, how do you want to do this?”

Hermione looked around. A quick check revealed her conjured table (not her best work, but it wasn’t going anywhere for a few hours) was already full of her books and notes. A quick wave of her wand summoned a simple but fairly comfortable looking arm chair and a cushion on the floor in front of it.

Grin still in place, Harry padded over to the chair and sat himself down and looked up at Hermione all the while patting his crotch expectantly.

Hermione obliged the silent request and knelt between his legs on the cushion as he lifted his legs a bit, taking off and dropping his jeans and boxers to the ground in one quick swoop, allowing his large engorged and extremely hard cock to spring free and smack into Hermione’s forehead. Harry had to hold in the laugh that wanted to bubble free as she made this rather cute squawking sound.

Hermione, with a tentative hand, gripped the base and gave the rod in her hand a few looks over, she estimated it to be around 7½ inches, maybe a little more, it was the biggest cock she’d ever seen. She’d seen some in text books and the like; and even saw her father’s once when she’d walked in on him getting out of the shower, and his was a few inches shorter and couldn’t compare to the sheer girth of Harry’s cock. The thought of him bending her over and shagging her with this big fat cock sent a shiver of fear and anticipation through her and she could actually see herself screaming his name as he fucked her from behind. Looking up at Harry she saw he was staring straight at her rather generous amount of cleavage with his lecherous grin still in place, his cock twitched in her hand in anticipation for what she was about to give him.

Slowly, just as much for his enjoyment as it was due to her lingering hesitation, she hooked a finger in each of the breast cups of her corset and flipped them, her large bust spilling free. If possible, Hermione thought his cock hardened even further at the sight he was seeing.

Deciding to tease a bit she leaned forward, allowing her big round and perky tits brush against his cock, but, just as it looked like she was about to wrap her mouth around his cock she slipped her hand into and out of the pocket of his discarded pants, the massage oil he used on her the previous night in hand.

Hermione caught his eyes and gave him a wink before opening the bottle and pouring it over her breasts and rubbing the oil in nice and slowly, making sure to shake them around a good deal for Harry’s enjoyment. She liked this feeling, she felt sexy for the first time she could remember (not counting yesterday). Any trace of hesitancy was obliterated as she gripped a breast in each hand and pulled them apart before she leaned forward and slapped them together around his girth as hard as she could without hurting herself. She was rewarded with a throaty moan from Harry, his head lolling back.

While she meant to start slow, the oil was doing wonders in making her speed up; her breast meat sliding easily up and down his shaft.

Hermione felt quite proud as she heard the throaty moan’s Harry was letting out due to her efforts. Looking down she could see a good few inches of his cock spearing through her cleavage every time she slid them down his thick shaft. Allowing a good bit of saliva to build up on her tongue she gave the fat prick head a long wet and sloppy lick and was rewarded with Harry sitting up quickly causing her to fall backwards with a yelp. She wasn’t given a chance to ask him why he did that as he knelt down on her stomach; his hands now located on her breasts, palm flat against each of her nipples as he slid his cock back into the cleavage of her massive tits.

Looking up she felt herself actually soaking her thong as she saw the lust-crazed look in his eyes and the perverted grin on his lips as he humped her chest.

She was brought back to reality as his pulled his hips back and thrust straight back into her tits in a slow but hard jab, his big balls slapping against the underside of her breasts with a loud smack as the fat engorged head of his cock banged into the underside of her chin.

“Do you need to cum Harry?” She cheered herself on as she nailed a perfect seductive whisper.

“Y-yes.” Harry grunted, biting his lip as he tried to hold his orgasm back.

“Then cum. Give me all you can. Cover my tits and face in your cum.” She reached up and grabbed the side of each of her breasts, pushing them together sharply so he could thrust faster, which he did, at a jarring speed he started fucking her tits again.

Self restraint completely forgotten Harry managed to pull his knees together so he was standing on them, his hand was instantly stroking dick, a blur as his orgasm raged. Rope after rope of jizz flew from his cock and painted her upper body in an obscene spider web pattern. Hermione couldn’t resist opening her mouth wide; her tongue pushed out as far as it could go as she caught as much of the thick semen as she could.

Harry fell backwards; light-headed. While watching Hermione clean herself off in the best way (using her tongue, with lots of moaning) he slowly raised himself back up to sit back in the recliner. Grabbing a piece of parchment from the table, which was full of Hermione’s notes, he wrote out the directions for the Reflectaga shield and a potion to keep her breasts perky; the one he’d forgotten to give her yesterday. In his defence she probably would have just giggled airily and dropped the scroll on the way up the stairs to her dorm room; she was pretty out of it.

He finished just as Hermione came down from the high his semen had created. Handing her the scroll as she sat up her noticed he was still rather hard and starting stroking himself to take the edge off.

Hermione wordlessly took the scroll and scanned it. She noticed the directions for a potion, but no name listed. “What’s this?” She asked.

“It’s a potion that witches can take once a year that keeps their breasts from being effected by the unfortunate effects of gravity. It’s not very well known inside of Hogwarts, which is odd; because taking it as soon as you start growing them is the best way to use it.” He mused aloud, “I fully suggest putting it in that newsletter of yours.” the words barely left his lips before Hermione’s wand was pointed between his eyes.

“How do you know about that. Even if you found a copy by accident it’s charmed just like the girls dorms are; males just see a blank piece of paper.” She said grimly. She disliked the idea of Obliviating her friend, but she had signed a contract to mind wipe any males who found out about it unless they were told and swore they would tell no one.

“Whoa, Hermione, relax. You wouldn’t hex an unarmed man would you?” He glanced down at his hand; still stroking his erection, “Well, mostly unarmed…” He commented wryly.

“Harry!” She snapped, “This isn’t a joke, I may have to Obliviate you for this! Now, how do you know about the Weekly Wiccan?”

“Ah, so that’s what it’s called. Not too terribly imaginative is it?” He joked, only to see her wand tip glow white as she mentally prepared to cast the spell. “Okay, okay, I don’t kiss and tell so I won’t tell you who but I did swear on my life and magic not to willingly share the information to anybody I share a gender with.” He said hurriedly. He despised the Obliviate spell, it was a bitch and a half to remove, mostly because brewing the potion to get rid of it involved quite a bit of blood from the victim (although it only took an hour to make, thankfully) and you never actually knew when you needed the remedy, because you couldn’t remember anything, so he had no intention having it willingly cast on him.

Hermione relaxed, “I know, and it’s not even really appropriate, considering more often than not it comes out two or three times a week when something interesting happens.” She didn’t mention he was already featured in two of them. She would ask about his long term intentions at a later date. “And thanks for the potion. I know a few girls who have a phobia of having breasts that hang down to their waists.”

She got up and started collecting her supplies from her Conjured table with practised ease. She was done and halfway across the room before Harry thought to ask her what she was doing, “Where are you going?” He asked, “I thought you said you’d give me a bit of relief?”

Hermione turned, for the first time see his hard-on. “I did, just because you can recover fast doesn’t mean you can trick me into an immediate encore.” She said playfully.

Harry blinked incredulously, “I never really ‘recovered’, so much as I never went soft, I can keep going for hours. That was just a warm up.” Harry told her.

“While I doubt that very much it is impressive to be able to go twice in a row.” She said sceptically.

Harry grinned, he loved proving girls wrong in this particular fashion, “Hows about we break some of your preconceived notions about my virility.” He offered.

Hermione had reached the door. She turned around, in doing so became aware she still had her tits out as they kept swinging when she stopped moving, jiggling about on her chest for a few more seconds, “As tempting as the thought of new knowledge is, I think I like getting you wound up.” She paused to shake her chest side to side and paw at them, letting out what was probably a rather over-the-top moan before she fixed her top, “Good luck getting to class in a few minutes like that!~” She chirped as she left, mentally saving the face he’d made from her parting comment within her mind for future enjoyment. She felt great! She, Plain Jane Granger, had just given a cute boy blue balls! With further thought she felt a little bad about it, as that couldn’t have felt pleasant, but still, a very ego boosting thought.

Harry’s eye twitched, ‘I’ve created a monster…’ He thought. Grunting angrily he put his clothes back off and tried to think of something, anything, that would get his erection to go down. He’d promised himself that he would never resort to jacking himself off unless it was onto a girl and he intended to keep that promise for as long as possible.

He needed to burn off some steam. Something either destructive or sex-related. Buttoning his slacks, and ignoring the terrible pressure in his balls, he left the room he’d been in in a hurry and headed towards the RoR. If he found one of his girls on the way there, awesome, if not, he could blow something up in the Room.

Harry froze as he realized he had more classes today. The first two days of school for first years were pretty lax about attendance due to some students getting lost and they were more meet-and-greets to get to know the Professors than anything. But willingly not showing up for one was also a pretty easy way to make a very bad first impression. He wanted the teachers on his side so if he was ever discovered in a abandoned classroom or broom closet he may get off easily.

Calmly walking back into the classroom he’d just left he threw up a silencing ward, “FUUUUUUUCK!” He screamed before he dropped the ward, left the room, and walked stiffly to his meet-and-greet with Professor Mcgonagall.

.oOo.

When classes were let out later that day, Harry practically ran from the room and sped up to the 7th floor, heading straight for the Room of Requirement; only to be surprised to see a door already there.

Curious to who was in the room, her headed straight for the door, mindless of the erection that had come back with a vengeance; the trip here had felt like an eternity as his mind kept replaying the sight of Hermione covered in his cum over and over again. Shaking his head he opened the door and was pleasantly surprised by the sight that greeted him.

It looked a lot like the Gryffindor common room, except there were alot more bookcases and everything was blue with brown trim. What caught his attention though was the blue couch facing him in the middle of the room, or rather the blonde girl currently hanging off the couch with the front half of her body over the armrest, wearing her school uniform without her robes. It was Luna Lovegood in a white school shirt with the top button left undone, showing a bit of cleavage, a blue and brown Ravenclaw tie with a black tank top over her white shirt and a tiny little black pleated skirt that looked a lot like Ginny’s that rode up her sexy bum cheeks, showing off a Ravenclaw blue thong that framed her ass perfectly, topped off with black stockings that went up just past her knee’s and a pair of black heels.

Harry winced as he became even harder, his dick now in an incredibly awkward position. A quick bit of shifting with his hand and he was a bit more comfortable; still constrained feeling, but it didn’t feel like his dick was going to snap in half. He was brought out of his musings by Luna as she turned her head and greeted him, “Hello, Harry Potter, you’re looking rather blue.” She said.

Harry snorted, “Yeah, some kind of blue.” He commented wryly. Now that it was mentioned the incredibly uncomfortable pressure in his balls made itself known again. Harry cursed loudly in his head; dammit, he’d managed to ignore that feeling until now!

“Well that shouldn’t be…” She said, looking genuinely confused, “The Heliopaths said you were going to lead her to Lady Ravenclaw’s chamber and ravish her on top of a pile of books. The Nargles won’t be happy she hasn’t been properly fucked yet.”

Harry walked over and sat on the couch, “Well the Nargles will have to be patient, and the Heliopaths should probably try and focus harder on THIS particular branch of the multiverse. Because that plan had passed through my head, but I decided against it.”

Turning to her, he once again became aware of the fact that her skirt had ridden up and her soft arse was in view right next to his face and his raging hard-on strained against his jeans harder, making it a bit painful, “You know, the view you’re giving me isn’t helping much with my problem.”

Her head still looking over her shoulder, she spoke airily, “Oops? Sorry about that.” Reaching behind her she slid her hand up her skirt and surprised Harry as she slid her blue thong down her to her knees, revealing her already glistening snatch to him, “Why don’t you take care of that by… what was it the Nargles called it again?” She tilted her head cutely, “‘Fuck my tight slutty little pussy with your big cock and make me into your own little cock whore’.” She quoted with delight.

“I think the Nargles have a way with words.” Harry, quickly stripping his pants and lining up his member, the head a worrying purple colour, and gripped her well formed hips before he thrust forward.

While it felt absolutely wonderful, his cock finally gaining some much needed relief as her pussy gripped every inch of him tightly, he still gave an involuntary full body cringe as she made this… sound, due to the pain. His wand was already in his hand and he’d cast his only healing spell before he even registered his limbs had moved and his finger was slowly playing with her clit to give a burst of pleasure to chase away the lingering pain. He silently promised himself if anyone hurt Luna or made her uncomfortable in any way he was going to tear out their kidneys and beat them to death with them. As long as she never made that sound again. It was like the yelp of a kicked puppy, only about five hundred times worse.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Luna nodded after a moment and spoke airily, “Yes, the pain is gone now, feel free to fuck me as you like.”

Harry sighed in relief, before looking down at her soft creamy bum, a tiny trickle of blood flowing down her legs to her thong. Vanishing the blood with a wave of his wand he jabbed the stick in the cushion behind him and pulled his hips back slowly before thrusting fast and hard straight into the blonde girl, she lurched forward with a gasp, her covered breasts squashed against the couch arm and her mewls of pleasure filling the room as Harry started fucking her tight pussy with reckless abandon.

Harry continued to pound Luna hard against the couch for several more minutes before he reached forward with both his hands and grasped her shirt collar. Getting a good grasp, he pulled hard in one sharp tug, ripping the shirt open, the buttons making a little jingle as they landed, exposing her large C-cup breasts, bouncing very nicely, only held back by a Ravenclaw blue bra. Pulling her back so her back was flush against his chest he looked over her shoulder almost came from how sexy her juggs looked with her top torn and her tank top hanging from her torso haphazardly.

Grabbing onto her bra clad tits for balance, he started pounding into her harder than ever and let out a pleased hiss into her ear, “I’m gonna cum soon! Get ready you little slut, I’m gonna fill you’re tight little pussy with my first load of the night.”

Luna, with her large eyes nearly rolled up into the back of her head screamed in pleasure, “Yes! Snorkacks Yes! Fuck me! Fill me with you’re semen! Make me you’re whore!”

Harry had been blue balled by Hermione that morning, then been teased by her every time he saw her during the day. For instance, when nobody was watching she would cup her breasts and give them a good shake, giving him a good look at her cleavage, and even bending over with her sexy arse in his face, the thong still riding up her hips, she’d even ground her arse against his crotch a few times when she’d walked by him in an empty hall, only to grab him and push him against the wall. Taking these factors into consideration It was safe to say that Harry had built up the biggest load he’d ever had.

“Cumming!” Harry surged forward once more, his pelvis met Luna’s soft creamy bum and surprised the girl, who was now coming down from a previous orgasm of her own, as his cock unleashed wad after wad of thick cum into her tight pussy, straight up into her womb, spraying like a fire hose, filling her pussy and womb the to brim; even causing her stomach to bulge minutely.

Harry pulled his cock from her tight pussy and sat back, admiring the view. Luna’s face dropped onto the couch, but her ass was still raised high into the air. His cum was leaking out of her pussy, onto her thong that was still around her legs, just above her knees, before it finally landed on the couch, slowly forming a ever expanding puddle.

Thirty seconds passed by before the dazed Luna was brought back to reality by a hand grabbing her hips and Harry’s cock, once again hard, the head still a purple-ish colour, hitting into her cervix with one brutal thrust.

Luna cried out in pleasure, another orgasm washing over her as Harry took out several classes worth of frustration on her pussy. The Nargles had tasked her with a lot of things over the years. A lot of the earlier ones had involved Ronald, all of which she ignored, and she’d begun to think the Nargles didn’t want her to be happy. But every ounce of her faith in them, and then some, was restored with this one act. Becoming a little slut for the boy who was currently filling her womb with another load was quickly turning into one of the best experiences of her young life. Even so, Luna was rather concerned, if this was only the beginning, how was she going to be able to walk when they were done?

Luna came out of her thoughts, and her orgasmic high, just as Harry was pulling out of her pussy. Locking her legs behind him she gave him a stern look over her shoulder, “No pulling out, I want you to keep filling my pussy.” Her voice turned whimsical again, “I’ve always wanted to know what a Bloated Twili Nymph felt like after it’s mating season.”

Harry blinked, the bewilderment wearing off quickly her grinned widely. He liked this girl, he liked her a lot. This could technically be called a quickie, but he fully intended to fuck her proper when he had time.

Apparently, he was taking too long in his mental praise of the girl, because she started pushing her hips back against his. The sight of her gorgeous backside flattening against his pelvis as she speared herself onto him snapped him back to reality. “I can promise you that you and the Twili Nymph friend of yours will look very similar after i’m done with you.” He vowed with a smirk.

.oOo.

Walking down the hallway at a rather fast pace, Harry adjusted the still noticeable bulge in his jeans and sighed, because of the introductory classes, they had been kept in the class room of their Head of House till 5:30pm, and by the time he had made it to the RoR, it was already 6:30pm. He only had two and a half hours with the spacey blonde. Granted, they were two and a half hours well spent; Luna had been filled to the bloating point just a she’d asked and covered from head to toe in a generous layer of white glaze (speaking of which, she DID look even more adorable when she was covered in his cum). When he’d left the Room she was doing an oddly hypnotizing dance, slowly and sensually cleaning herself off. Well, it would have been sexier, but due to her weakened legs she tended to trip and fall a lot. The best Harry could do was request the entire floor be covered in a Cushioning charm and leave the Room to hurry back to the Gryffindor common room.

Shaking his head Harry grunted in annoyance. Despite the blonde’s best efforts he still hadn’t released enough of his pent up frustration. Finally arriving at the portrait of the Fat Lady he didn’t even bat an eye as he spoke forcefully, “Crush all that stand before us.”

Harry absently wondered when Gryffindors had become obsessed with action movies, but he tried not to think about that further as the portrait swung open and he stepped in.

A quick look around revealed two dozen or so people from various years talking or studying in groups. He found Hermione over in the back corner surrounded by books, all of which looked muggle. “Hey Hermione, what are all these?” He asked. He was a bit disappointed to discover she was back in her school uniform, complete with robe, but she seemed to want to focus on studying at the moment so it was understandable.

Hermione turned around, “Oh, there you are. We never got around to starting your Math tutoring, so I got everything ready for when you showed up.” She answered, gesturing towards the seat next to her, beckoning him to sit down. “You cut it pretty close by the way.” The smirk on her face told Harry she knew, or at least thought she knew, what he’d been doing.

“Yeah, I was caught up in something.” Harry answered innocently as he sat down on her right side.

“I’ll bet,” She said with the utmost amusement, “So where should we start?”

“I can already add, but I need a bit more practice with subtraction. So how ’bout starting with that?” He replied, coming up with the perfect plan for paying her back.

Hermione grabbed the needed book and opened it to the right page while Harry made sure he had the needed writing tools. “Now, the first rule of subtraction is that the top nu- H-Harry!” She hissed as she felt a hand crawling up her leg, slipping inside her skirt and making patterns on her inner thighs.

“Oh? The great Hermione Granger can dish it out but she can’t take it?” Harry teased.

Hermione huffed, she expected some kind of retribution for her teasing throughout the day but this was getting serious. After a bit of debate she decided she’d allow it, but she was going to ask about his intentions next time they were alone. “Like I was saying,” She stressed, steadfastly ignoring his fingers getting closer to her thong, “The higher number always g-goes on top, otherwise you would get a n-negative number.” She instructed, keeping her stutters to a minimum with the best of her abilities.

This continued on as Harry mastered subtraction completely and moved onto multiplication, acting as if nothing was happening. His hands had ever so slowly ventured into the junction between her legs, which she’d spread wide seemingly without thinking, and had played with her pussy lips and clit like one would a well tuned instrument for the last half hour. Hermione was getting more and more worked up, as every time she was a hair’s breadth away from cumming he would stop, and wait until she’d calmed down before starting up again. “F-for the b-bigger numbers you have t-to remember to add another ze… zer… Harry, please!” A very red Hermione pleaded in a whisper.

“Harry please what?” Harry asked with a devious smirk.

Hermione bit her lip, “St-stop teasing m-me and l-let me…” She trailed off in a mumble, her blush getting darker as his fingers slowly started working her up again, “Let me cum, get me off, please!” She was still whispering, but if the common room hadn’t been filled with the buzz of so many people talking Harry was sure they would have been discovered.

“You spent all day doing this to me,” He stated. Undoing his slacks and reaching inside to pull out his twitching member for her to see, he continued, “And I spent less than a half hour doing the same and you broke first. I think that means I win, and that it’s your turn.”

“Harry, what if someone sees!” She hissed quietly. She tried to turn her head to look behind her and see if anyone was looking, but Harry’s hand, the one not toying with her pussy, came up and kept her head in place.

“That’s the fun part, who’s to say everyone isn’t looking right now, watching you try to get off onto my hand.” He taunted, enjoying her wild eyed look as she tried harder to turn her head. She eventually stopped and looked at him desperately, “You know what you have to do. I’m already worked up so it won’t take long.” He punctuated his statement by pressing his thumb down on her uncovered clit, rubbing it in a circle as quick as he could in a very short burst; driving her back to being just spitting distance away from finally cumming.

Hermione whimpered. Her need for release suddenly won out over logic and reason and she leaned down quickly, grasping his erection with one hand while her tongue covered as much of his cock’s surface as quickly as possible.

Harry moaned, but made sure to keep his mouth closed so it came out as a hum of pleasure. Her hand jerked him roughly, but he was so stiff that it felt perfect. She eventually stopped licking him and started bobbing her head up and down his length as deep as she could go while she was leaned over sideways, her bushy hair springing to and fro.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, but he had to bite his lip when she tried to milk him dry with a vigour he’d never felt before. Biting his cheek and freezing his breath so he didn’t moan out loud he gently held Hermione’s head in placed as he filled her mouth. Surprisingly, she never tried to raise her head at all. In fact, she sunk even lower, his load pouring directly into her throat and down into her stomach.

Once the final spurt had happened and his climax died down Hermione suddenly raised herself and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head into his shoulder, “H-Harry-” She lost the ability to speak further as Harry’s hand sped up.

Thinking quickly Harry grabbed his wand and cast a quick ward. “Scream for me.” He whispered into her ear, repeating his earlier action with his thumb, only this time he didn’t stop and even used a small bit of magic like he did with Lavender of the Express.

And scream she did; the orgasm that had been building and building finally crashed into her like a freight train and she screamed at the top of her lungs into his shoulder, her hips jerking onto his hand wildly. Harry was actually concerned the noise would shatter the Silencing ward, but it held up, if only barely, as she road her orgasm for the next fifteen seconds, her breath eventually running out, leaving her limp and panting.

Not bothering to put his cock away, one hand still inside Hermione’s pink thong, rubbing her clit softly, causing the girl to spasm softly as she revelled in the aftershocks as she hung from his neck, Harry grabbed his wand with his free arm and cast a quick disillusionment charm on them both. He decided to leave the books where they were, as this particular table was rarely used anyway, and holstered his wand before picked her up. Now carrying her bridal style he hastily carried her up to his room and entered the wards around his bed before placing her down.

He sighed in relief as he remembered Ginny was attending a family meeting tonight, something her brother’s had set up after they’d all but forgotten she existed in her first year, and Lavender was off doing whoever she did when he wasn’t using the girl for a quick fuck. He didn’t really care very much, she was only a means to an end at this point. Soon he’d have Hermione at his beck and call, and she was much sexier than Lavender. Plus, he already had an entire fan club of disposable pussy if he was that desperate; losing one girl who couldn’t live with just one cock wasn’t a major loss. He’d probably let the other first years in his dorm fuck her to gain their trust and make them look up to him as a leader if she came crawling back. He could get them to cover for him whenever he was out past curfew, which was also a nice bonus.

He would be lying if he said his vindictive thoughts weren’t caused by her recent and rumoured ability to have sex with a good chunk of the school’s male population in the span of two days. Really, it was insulting, it was like he’d done such a bad job at satisfying her she needed to bury herself in cock to rid herself of that bad experience.

Of coarse, if was actually quite the opposite. Sex with someone that wasn’t Harry had lost it’s appeal for Lavender, she would always compare her partners performance with Harry and they would fall flat, (or limp, if she told them this aloud) and she was desperately trying to regain her promiscuous life style, not liking the idea of being seemingly forced into sex with only one person, as opposed to the many she preferred.

Shaking those irritating thoughts away Harry used his wand to Vanish her school clothes, leaving her in only her pink lace thong and matching bra. While the clothes safely landed in the hamper next to the bed Hermione finally snapped out of her trance. She jerked when she noticed where she was; in a bed that wasn’t her own, with a Harry Potter beside her, both he and herself in just their under clothes. “Harry, I’m not letting you shag me.” She scolded.

Harry just smiled as he got in under the covers beside her and pulled her into an embrace, loving the feel of his cock, which was still hard and sticking out of the slit in his boxers, against her silky smooth belly. He leaned his head forward, his tiredness making itself known as he laid his head on her pillows “I know, just thought you’d be more comfortable sleeping in a bed instead of drifting off in the Common Room. No sex.” ‘For now at least…’ He thought with a smirk. “I’d like to make a deal though, whoever wakes up first wakes the other up in the best way they can think of. I’d like to see if a magical gift of mine goes well with cunnilingus and I’m sure you and these heavenly pillows can find something to do…” He trailed off as his hands raised up and groped both her breasts, causing her to moan softly.

“…Deal.” Hermione relented. She knew he used magic to get her off hard enough to see stars a little while ago and if he was even half as successful in his experiments than she would have the best wake up of her life. She was rather surprised to find Harry asleep just seconds after she’d said this, snoring almost silently into her covered breasts. She closed her eyes and relaxed… before opening them back up a few seconds later with a grimace as an ache in her back formed. She realized what was keeping her from sleeping and grabbed his wand, momentary surprise filling her as it worked perfectly for her, and Vanished her bra before sighing in relief. Wrapping her arms around the smaller boy she let out a content hum to herself, she was extremely comfortable… she could get used to this.

.oOo.

Omake

The staff of Hogwarts were gathered around a circular table. They’d been discussing various things for an hour or so now and they were down to gossi-er, discussing who amongst the first years they imagined they would grow to enjoy teaching. IE, picking favourites.

“I think Mr. Potter has a bright future ahead of him.” Dumbledore started, beaming with pride.

“Oh? What did the spoiled brat do, accept one of your drugged lemon drops?” Severus Snape sneered.

Dumbledore shook head and told them about Harry’s intentions with the Sorting Hat, finishing off with, “And I can assure you my precious candies are not drugged. It is only calming Draught; the majority of people that come into my office are very panicked.” He explained sagely.

Ignoring this, McGonagall spoke up, “He was charming when he introduced himself to the rest of the House, and I can tell he’s quite intelligent. If I didn’t see him smirking when he drifted off in thought occasionally I would think the only thing he got from James is his looks.”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as he thought of another dark haired Potter raising hell, “I don’t think young Harry will be like his Father. I think the boy will be very well behaved. Why, I’ve only spoken to him once and I’m hard pressed to even imagine him doing something against the rules.”

.oOo.

While, Dumbledore was busy praising Harry in the staff room, the boy in question was currently sitting in Dumbledore’s chair behind his desk in the headmaster’s office. He was stark naked with the newest member of the no-so-secret harem he was building (of which he would make his wives/concubines eventually), an equally naked 7th year Slytherin, Isabella Zabini, who was the Head Girl. She bounced enthusiastically on his lap as he fucked his large cock up into her tight pussy, her cries of ecstasy making even some of the Ex-Headmaster’s paintings, who were trying and failing to pretend they weren’t looking, blush. She had long blonde hair that hung to the small of her back and dark tanned skin. Her bust, which was bouncing around wildly, matched Hermione’s in size perfectly; DD-cups that were bordering E-cups.

Wrapping his arms around her waist and grasping onto her big soft arse cheeks, Harry picked her up and started fucking her up and down as he got a good taste of her breasts. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck this slutty Head Girl!” She screamed, punctuating every sentence by dropping down and impaling herself on his length.

“You want me to fill you’re tight little pussy again? You want more of my cum?” When all she did was scream a loud “Yes!” He pushed her onto her back on Dumbledore’s desk and let loose; a torrent of cum flooding her pussy. He watched with a proud smile as the cum leaked out all over the headmaster’s desk when he eventually pulled out.

Looking up at Isabella, his grin turned into a smirk of pride; she was unconscious. The jizz leaking from both holes all over the important documents on the desk was one of the most satisfying sights he’d ever seen. That’ll teach the old fucker to keep his family’s Cloak of Invisibility from him for so long!

“Harlots! In my day we would never do something so… so shameful!” Phineas Nigellus Black grumbled to himself. “You, boy, who are you?” He demanded. “Probably a Potter. Randy bastards, the lot of you!” He added with a sneer.

Far to high on his sense of satisfaction, Harry didn’t even bat an eye at the insults, “Why, i’m Harry James Potter-Black. I also happen to be the one to continue you’re family line Phineas, as i’m the only fertile Black left.” He said smugly to the now pale Portrait.

“I see… Carry on then.” Phineas muttered, his face glowing in shame as the other Portraits laughed at their colleague being upstaged by a first year.

.oOo.

And that’s a wrap folks, hope you enjoyed. No comment from Yugi this time, as he’s currently busy with the next chapter of NSA, so I speak for both of us when I say; Please read and review. You’re opinions are always welcome… unless you’re one of those guys that posts anonymously and flames, in which case please feel free to die in a fire. Preferably a house fire, bonus points are awarded if the house is yours.

Disclaimer: Damn you Fo:E and FoE: PH… it’s hard to write when I can’t stop reading you… oh, wait, this is the disclaimer, not my internal monologue… Nevermind that then; we don’t own Harry Potter.

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.oOo.

Hermione woke up with a start. She didn’t remember falling asleep on her stomach, which was impossible anyway due to her breasts making that position painful after a few hours, and her ass hadn’t been up in the air either. She quickly remembered where she was, which would explain the unfamiliar bed. That didn’t, however, explain the small wet warm thing diving in and out of her ass, occasionally giving bursts of even greater pleasure which she could just hear the sound of a snake hissing over her own moans. She stiffened as another burst sent her over the edge, the orgasm she wasn’t aware she’d been so close to washing over her.

Harry, meanwhile, was having quite a bit of fun experimenting. His Parseltongue abilities worked great for cunnilingus, so he was trying anilingus. Which, judging by her moans, even asleep, was working just as well. He’d tried saying things in the serpent language, but most phrases needed his tongue inside his mouth, and not inside of her, which was defeating the purpose. He found that a simple and slow Lalalalalala.was the best method to use.

Hermione stiffened, she’d clearly awoken finally. Harry smirked and stepped up his efforts; her orgasm was close and he was in the mood to make a good impression on her sleepy mind. His efforts paid off and with one more Lalala. she came wonderfully.

She shivered for a few more seconds before going limp and falling onto her side.

“That magical gift of yours work then?” She asked airily once she’d recovered a bit more.

Harry chuckled, “Considering it took you a full fifteen seconds to ask that I’m thinking yes; complete success.”

Hermione hummed in agreement for her hand shot out and grabbed his balls and put just enough pressure on them to make him incredibly uncomfortable. “Now that the experiments are over, you’re going to tell me why you’re sleeping with so many girls. I can’t say bragging rights for certain, because I don’t think you even know the names of your year mates. So is it just personal satisfaction?” She hissed, her playful mannerisms evaporating like water in a desert.

Harry tried to keep the heavy amount of wincing he wanted to do off his face and out of his voice but was having little success, “I’m the heir of the Potters by birth and the Blacks because my Godfather is sterile, don’t ask me how, so I need to find a wife and four concubines for each name. It would normally be just the wives, but I’m the only male Black, and the only Potter period.” He said, his words speeding up as she squeezed harder.

Hermione looked at him with a skeptical eye, “As fucked up as the Wizarding world can be at times I can see that being allowed, and maybe even encouraged by law…” She muttered, accepting that she may as well be in another country for how different some of the laws were. “And I would be one of these concubines? A…” She searched for the right word, “Toy. To use whenever you please?” She demanded, her grip tightening to a painful degree.

“Ngh.” Harry grunted, his hands grabbing her wrist of their own accord but doing little more them gripping them loosely, fearing she may squeeze tighter. “I-I was actually thinking about asking you to be Lady Potter at some poi-pleaseletgo?” He squeaked, his voice high.

Hermione blinked and her grip loosened. Harry quickly took the given opportunity to free himself and curl into the fetal position for a bit, coughing.

“Are you proposing?” She asked, bewildered.

“Hell no.” Harry replied, incredulous. He saw her hand twitch towards him again and quickly clarified, “I-I mean if and when I do actually ask you to marry me I’m going to be doing my best to make it romantic!” He said in a rush.

Hermione nodded, still thinking about the news. “Who’s Lady Black? Or are you still looking?” She asked.

Harry grinned, time and his magic doing wonders to make the nauseating pain in his groin go away, “It’s a secret at the moment, swear a magical oath not to reveal it and I’ll tell you.” He said.

Hermione shrugged, seeing no harm in it she raising her wand. “I, Hermione Jane Granger, swear upon my magic not to reveal the identity of the future Lady Black until she herself knows about it.” She sent him a look that clearly said “Happy now?”.

“The Greengrass’ have a Marriage Contract with the Black’s. I don’t know how old it is, but it applies to Daphne and I.” Harry said, his mind drifting to thoughts of the girl herself. He was pulled from his thoughts as a hand grasped his bits again, this time much more gently and started slowly pumping up and down his miraculously still hard length. Harry looked at the girl, only to find her looking away, having the good grace to be a bit ashamed of her rough treatment. “The least I can do is make up for hurting you like that.” She mumbled.

Harry relaxed as her hand pumped faster and faster. The pain was now completely gone, only leaving the wonderful feeling of her silky hands expertly getting him off. Hermione’s brilliant mind quickly worked out just how to get him off to the best of her abilities and before long Harry let out a breathy moan. “Cumming.” He said tranquilly, a force of habit more then anything.

His eyes flew open as her hand sped up further and he felt a mouth sucking on the tip of his cock. Looking down he found Hermione greedily drinking his seed. Harry grinned down at her, causing her to slap his thigh while she swallowed the last mouthful.

“So…” Harry began, his tone sly. “In a blatant attempt at bribery; I happen to know how to become an Animagus. And I also happen to know a certain witch that, should she service a certain wizard until he goes limp, could obtain this knowledge as well…” He trailed off as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Subtle…” She quipped dryly. “But I do want to know how to become one. I’ll probably be a feline of some kind after my… accident during my second year with Polyjuice Potion.”

“Is that why you can purr like a cat?” Harry asked, happy to have an opportunity to finally ask that question.

“O-oh, you heard that?” Hermione replied, her cheeks turning red. “Well, I decided that I wanted some extra credit in potions, so I brewed a batch of Polyjuice potion. I meant to use my dorm mate’s hair and see if it worked, but I accidentally used one of my pet Half-Kneazle’s hairs. I turned into… well a catgirl for a while and had to have Madame Pomfrey undo it. I don’t think I’ve ever been more glad most people outright ignore me before…” She noticed Harry’s eyes take on a glazed over look. “Harry… are you a furry?” She teased.

Harry looked mystified, “I didn’t THINK I was… but the thought of you with kitty ears and a tail, on your knees, looking up at me and begging for your cream is…” He shook his head, unsuccessfully shaking that thought away.

“Well,” She replied flippantly, a part of her interested in what seeing his reaction to her as a catgirl would do; should that actually be her Animagus form. “Don’t get your hopes up. I wasn’t very sexy. I was completely covered in fur and still only had two breasts.”

Harry waved it off. “Nothing a few semi-permanent Hair Removal Jinxes won’t fix. Multiple breasts actually turns me off, which is confusing, to be honest. I love breasts.” He admitted. “So, about that offer?” He asked with a grin.

“Sure. You’ve probably only got two or three loads left anyway.” She said casually. She moved him so he was sitting against the headboard of his bed and laid between his spread legs.

Harry, bored of the talking and incredibly horny, grabbed her head by the hair with both hand and guided her waiting mouth to his rock hard cock.

Having been lenient enough with her so far, Harry decided it was time he started upping the ante, being a bit more rough. He wasn’t able to hold back the lecherous grin he sported as he forced all seven and a half inches of his cock down her throat, causing Hermione’s eyes to widen as she gagged all over his thick shaft.

Grin still in place he pulled her head back up his cock and then forced it all the way back down again. This time he kept her down, his entire length sheathed in her throat as he shifted so he was standing on his knees. Harry was overjoyed to find that, when he looked down at her red face, the only thing he saw was confused bliss. She wasn’t struggling in the slightest, so he began fucking her throat in earnest. Spittle poured down his cock and onto his balls as her DD’s bounced off of his thighs as her entire body rocked back and forth quickly.

It wasn’t long before Harry got close. Holding her head in place he started thrusting his hips, lewd noises originating from her mouth filling his ears as he used her throat like a pussy. Looking down at her he found her teary eyes staring right back up at him, more arousal visible in them and significantly less confusion then before. Groaning deeply Harry gripped her scalp tight and his hips jumped forward, cramming every possible millimeter of his cock into her airway. His groan continued as he hosed down her throat in his seed, spurt after spurt painting her abused wind pipe.

Eventually, Hermione couldn’t deny the need for air anymore and pulled back. Her head easily escaped Harry’s nerveless grip and they both sat in silence, both panting for breathe for different reasons. Hermione had drool and cum pouring from her lips onto her breasts, but she was looking at Harry with a wild look in her eyes. “Do that again.” She demanded, her voice slurred.

Harry’s reply was to grin even harder and grab her head by the hair once more.

.oOo.

Hermione collapsed onto her back. Six. Six loads of cum had been poured directly into her stomach and her pussy still tingled with ever savage thrust into her throat. She was light headed, whether from lack of air or due to the effect of the massive semen breakfast she was receiving she didn’t know, but she didn’t want to stop. Oh she knew about the effects of magical semen, and she also knew that she was falling further and further into his thrall due to repeated ingestion and that if he ever actually managed to fuck her pussy she would probably be his completely after just one time – she had a very addiction prone personality – but she wanted to wait for a bit longer before that happened. In the meantime though…

She felt Harry crawl up onto her. A small flash of light later and her mouth and lips were clean, tasting a little minty, another second later and she was being kissed heatedly by the dark haired wizard.

She jerked as she felt the bulbous head of his cock touch her pussy lips lightly. Harry pulled back as well, looking down in surprise at his position. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean for that to end up the-ahh…” He trailed off as Hermione gripped the piece of meat and jerked it roughly. She silently flipped onto her back, releasing his cock for just an instant, before she grabbed it again and pulled him down.

Harry’s eyes got steadily wider as she placed his head at her back entrance. Unnoticed by Hermione Harry grabbed his wand and cast a quick spell to get rid of the pain faster of the upcoming penetration.

Grinning, he eased the fat head of his cock into Hermione’s tight ass, almost laughing in delight as he heard her moan in pain and pleasure as, thankfully, his dick was still soaked with her saliva so the mushroom shaped head slipped passed her sphincter with relative ease.

He reached under her arms to grip the busty girl by her melons and, using them like handles, he roughly pulled her backwards into him, shoving his full cock straight down into her tight hole and almost came just from the scream of pain and pleasure she let out, her insides quiveringly pleasurably around him.

Harry wanted to start pounding her ass for all he was worth, give her a fucking she would never forget and ruin her for anyone else aside from himself, at least anally, but they had already been a little backwards, since anal usually came after the girl had become familiar with sex. Turning her ass inside out now would turn her off of anal sex forever (which was a shame because the way her ass was gripping him should have been illegal), and maybe even turn her off from sex of any kind for a long while.

He would work his way up to that, he promised himself. For right now he had to make this as orgasm filled as he could for her. Pulling out he pushed her butt onto the bed and pressed her legs together. He straddled her thighs and made slow stroked into her clenched cheeks, loving the sight of her ass jiggling. He picked up the pace as Hermione started moaning, the pain quickly leaving her as Harry’s magic soothed it away.

Hermione writhed and squirmed below him as his pace slowed, but his thrust increased in strength. His cock slipped almost all the way out of her tight hole before he dropped back down, making her feel like he was reshaping her insides as his dick speared her bowels. She took him off guard as she jumped onto her hands and knees. “Faster.” She pleaded.

That was the only motivation Harry needed before he gripped her hips and he pulled her ass back onto his dick as he thrust forward, causing Hermione to gasp and see stars. He didn’t stop there, and quickly worked up a quick rhythm, her ass rippling as his crotch impacted it. His cock disappearing into her puckered hole, only to get pulled back out despite her muscle’s best efforts to keep it inside.

Moving his hands to grab onto her ass cheeks with both hands, he used his thumbs to spread her puckered hole, allowing him a better vantage point and smirked before pounding into her twice as hard as he was before, causing Hermione’s eyes to roll back into her head as she felt her tongue loll out of her mouth. He continued fucking his cock into her as she screamed; drool steadily dripping all over the bed’s headboard.

Grin still in place, Harry put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her face first into his pillows, crushing her bouncing DD’s against the bed and causing her ass to be raised higher into the air. Harry leaned back, still thrusting into her, but making sure he had a good view before he brought his arm back and let it surge forward, impacting with her jiggling ass cheek. A nice red hand print appeared on her left cheek as a result.

“I bet when you spanked this ass and teased me about wanting to fuck your ass all night long you didn’t expect for me to have you bent over a few days later, writhing and moaning underneath me as I fucked it, huh?” Harry bragged lustfully.

Hermione’s response was muffled by the pillow. Of course, in her current state it was probably just a mindless moan. Harry redoubled his efforts as he felt his orgasm approaching. Her ass was quivering and clenching sporadically, so his earlier goal seemed to be complete. As such, he started pounding into her as fast as he could for several seconds before, with one last thrust that echoed like a thunderclap in the enclosed space, he came deep inside her bowels. Harry moaned loudly as his orgasm seemed to go on forever, the brunette’s ass doing one hell of a job in wringing his balls dry.

His orgasm petering out, Harry fell back onto his ankles, his still hard cock making an audible Pop as it slipped from her hole. He glanced up at Hermione and chuckled; she’d passed out. He almost hoped she forgot about how good this had been so he could prove it again.

Getting a sudden idea as to how to deal with his still very prominent erection, Harry grabbed his wand and started getting to work.

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A while later, Harry finished reinforcing the wards around his bed to near insane levels as he left Hermione, her back half was still raised, cum oozing out of her gaping ass. The wards around his bed were more for his own peace of mind, really. Hermione was his, and he would be damned before he let anyone see her in such a state and have a chance to take advantage of it. Getting dressed in a simple white tank-top and loose black shorts he added a red stripe alongside both legs, since he was trying to add more red to his wardrobe.

Before he left he wrote a quick note with a Notice-Me Charm on it so she would see it whenever she woke up. It was short and to the point, simply stating that it was no big deal if she couldn’t make it to class if she awoke early enough, that missing one day wouldn’t bring about the apocalypse, and that he would be giving her another thorough fucking later that evening if she felt in the mood for an encore.

Harry used some of the knowledge gained from the Sorting Hat to get up the girls dorm stairs, which was oddly easy once you knew the trick to it; don’t touch the stairs. He had intended to take out the leftover sexual frustration by fucking Lavender as hard as he could, something Hermione wasn’t ready for. She was close, but he didn’t want to push too hard and lose her; she was one of the best looking girls in school and had one of the best bodies he’d ever seen. Something that promised to only get better with time.

So lost in his thoughts of a full grown Hermione, it was quite understandable that instead of going into Lavender’s dorm, he accidentally entered the sixth year dorms. To his delight, he found both Angelina and Alicia with the 5th year Katie bell, all in their bra and thongs, comparing breast size.

Almost every guy in the male dorms that he’d overheard so far wanted a piece of these three together. Mainly because despite their ages, skin color, and hair color being different, they were triplets in all but blood. They’d gone through Wood’s Chaser training (doing everything together) and taken it a step further and simply never stopped.

“Uhh…” Harry said dumbly. This was an unexpected and yet lovely surpise.

“OI, Potter, how the hell did you get in here!” Angelina demanded, being the oldest of the three, took the lead after several seconds of silence.

“I had a theory about a loophole in the wards on the stairs. Turns out I was right so I decided to explore a little bit.” He answered innocently, keeping his eyes on their faces to, hopefully, show he wasn’t bothered or affected by the nudity.

That gave Angelina pause, his ‘innocent firsty’ act succeeding. “Well hurry on back to the stairs and get out of our dorm. I don’t think there’s actually any rules against being in here, since the wards caught any boy that tried, but you should still leave just in case.” She turned around and continued like he hadn’t interrupted them and she wasn’t topless. “As I was saying; I don’t care if your tits are bigger then mine Kat, at least I know how to use them.” She bragged.

Katie took offense. “And I call bullshit, you keep saying that every time we compare. You’re small, we get it, stop making up lies.” She fired back.

“Girls!” Alicia interrupted. “The solution to this problem is simple. Ang’, Kat’s right. You haven’t had a boyfriend since you finally grew breasts last year. So why don’t you put your galleons where your mouth is.”

Angelina gave her a confused look before she heard a surprised “Woah!” from behind her as Alicia summoned Harry, who had been standing right where he entered the room, admiring the view. The dark haired first year flew through the air until he landed on the bed next to Alicia, sprawled on his back.

With no hesitation or shame at her actions Alicia pulled down Harry’s shorts, his erect member springing free. “Ooh.” Alicia smiled in approval at his size, her hum of surprise was echoed by her friends before the mocha skinned girl turned back to her fellow sixth year.

“So?” Alicia said challengingly. “Lets see you but those tiny things to work.”

“B-but he’s a first year!” Angelina said nervously, more about her bluff being in danger of being proved just that more then she was about scarring a first year.

“Oh?” Katie smirked, sensing weakness in her friend. “So you admit you don’t have any experience at giving titfucks at all then?”

“Fine!” Angelina snapped. She just hoped she could figure this out quick enough to make it look like she knew what she was doing. She walked over to the bed and grabbed Harry’s ankles, getting another surprised squawk from the boy as she dragged him until his legs dangled off the bed and knelt between his legs. Grasping each of her C-cup breasts in her hands she started off by teasing his length, running her nipples up and down his member.

Angelina was rather surprised when she felt a hand on her head drag her up until her breasts were crushed against Harry’s chest and her eyes were level with his, “It’s rather obvious you’ve never done this before, so follow my lead and let me do all the work, just hold you’re tits tight around my cock and we should be able to pass this off.” Harry whispered. Angelina, although shocked, nodded her head dumbly and was shocked again when Harry used his arms, which were now on her hips, to flip them over so that he was now straddling her stomach.

Harry waddled up and planted his cock in-between her tits and gave her a pointed look as he slowly slid his cock up and down between her modest cleavage. Understanding the look Angelina immediately cupped her breasts and squeezed them tight around Harry’s big cock.

Smirking lecherously Harry decided to forgo going slowly; he had plans for today after all, these school girls were all nice and all but he couldn’t exactly fuck them as hard as he could except maybe Lavender (and probably Parvati, since she was Lavender’s best friend, but he would confirm that at a later date)… but they were sluts, fucking them wasn’t exactly the most fun thing to do. So he’d finish up here, put his plan into action, and finally let loose for a while.

Angelina was shocked when Harry’s face gained a lecherous smirk before he started hammering his cock between her tits so hard and fast they were bouncing on the bed. She was even more shocked when she felt his fat cock spear into her mouth before leaving and then appearing in her mouth again each time he thrust into her modest cleavage, which she noticed made a rather large clap, causing her to only guess how heavy his balls must have been to cause the sound to happen every time they hit the bottom of her tits.

This continued on for a few minutes, with both Katie and Alicia fingering their wet pussy’s at how hot the scene before them was before Harry finally grunted and removed his cock from Angelina’s cleavage. Kneeling over her face he grabbed the now wide eyed girl by her face and forcefully shoved his full cock down her throat, causing her to gag and spit as Harry grunted again, louder then before; letting stream after stream pour down the girls throat, almost choking her.

Finally done Harry sighed in pleasure before standing up, allowing the naked black girl to lay on the bed in a daze; Harry’s semen dribbling from her mouth.

Turning around he enjoyed the sight of Alica and Katie’s eyes widening because his cock was still hard and ready to go. He looked at both girls with their hands buried in there wet cunts and spoke, “Very nice, I’d love to stay around and fuck you both rotten, but I’ve got places to be today and people to see. I’ll probably pop in and see you sometime later. Until then.” With that he pulled on his shorts and left the two girls standing there, still furiously finger fucking themselves to release.

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Casually walking out of the Gryffindor dorm Harry smirked to himself. Last night he’d disillusioned himself before using the Marauders Map to hunt down Draco Malfoy and broke both his arms and his nose. Nothing too serious, no permanent harm, but enough to warrant his parents being contacted and with Sirius telling him how Lucius was out of the country for the next few days, an idea had formed seeing as how it would be his Aunt Narcissa coming to answer the teachers summons. Harry didn’t see much of Draco and Lucius when he was younger because Sirius hated them, but he’d known Narcissa for a good few years and he’d been buttering her up for this long awaited day.

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Narcissa Malfoy sighed to herself. She’d be stuck waiting for another good six hours at least before her son woke up. She shook her head in disappointment. He was supposed to be a Slytherin, and yet Draco just like his idiot of a father; he was a weak dog with no bite who mouthed off to those stronger in arrogance of his family name. Their family was high up on the Pureblood scale, yes, but they were nowhere near as high up as her son seemed to think they were.

Nor were they anywhere near her nephew who would, by the time he turned 16 or got married to the Greengrass girl, would become Lord-Potter-Black-Greengrass-Slytherin-Gryffindor-Peverell. Now that was a boy she could say she was proud to be related to. He was only 11 approaching 12 years old, but even at his young age he was the same height as Draco who was 3 years his senior, handsome and not to mention powerful; she’d seen him using wandless magic! And the boy was Slytherin to the core. She’d seen him at only 5 years old manipulate the Minister for Magic himself into allowing him to use a wand before he came of age, unlike her idiot of a husband who had to bribe the Minister for the simplest of things.

Harry was everything a Pureblood Lord should dream of becoming, and the irony was he wasn’t Pureblooded. She’d danced with him for years at balls and social gathering her family was known to frequent, he was bold, and took what he wanted like a true leader. As soon as his bloodline had manifested he’d took to it like a real man; even going as far as groping her several times. Not that she was against such an action or minded in the least, her husband was a sub-par lover, and it wasn’t like she blamed the boy for his tastes; she’d heard hundreds of young men call her a ‘Milf’, and of-course she was quite proud of the way she looked. Long blonde hair that fell almost to the small of her back, tanned skin, a beautiful face with clear blue eyes, long toned legs, a sexy plump arse and not to mention her DD cup breasts that bordered on E-cups. She was busty and had a very nice arse to boot. She was drop dead sexy, if she did say so herself.

So she never scolded Harry when his hands occasionally palmed her arse cheeks or that he always buried his face in her cleavage each time she initiated a hug. She couldn’t blame him. After all, it wasn’t his fault she was sexy and he wanted to fuck her, although it was his fault that she would let him if he ever came out and said it. She’d seen him fuck a few girls before and he was a much better lover than her husband could ever be, not to mention hung like a horse. Something her husband, and most Purebloods, could never honestly boast about.

“Aunt Narcissa?” She heard a voice ask.

Turning she came face to face with the boy that was currently on her mind. He was wearing only a tight tank top against his muscular body and a loose pair of shorts that, while she couldn’t outright see it, she knew a large treat was shielded from her view within.

“Harry, it’s good to see you! It seems Draco has been injured again and I’ll be waiting for a few hours until he awakens. No matter though, how are you?” She smiled and asked as she came over and initiated a hug with him. Her smile broadened as he predictably positioned his head between her breasts and his hands blatantly sought out her plump arse cheeks, eagerly groping the globes.

Taking his head from her cleavage he spoke, “Hello, I was just returning from my morning run when I saw you. So you’ll be here for a few hours then?”

Narcissa continued to smile at him even though he was blatantly feeling her up, “Yes, that’s what Madam Pomfrey told me. Would you like to keep me company?”

Harry gave her a seductive smile, ” Let me see… go to a bunch of boring classes and learn spells I mastered years ago… or give my beautiful aunt a tour of Hogwarts?” Slipping his arms up he hooked one around her waist and guided them through the corridor, following a path she’d never seen in Hogwarts before. “I think I’ll stick with my beautiful aunt.” He finished.

Narcissa smiled at the compliments, even though she could clearly see he was buttering her up, for what she didn’t know but she had an idea as she could now clearly imagine a bulge in his shorts throbbing in anticipation. She allowed him to guide her down the mysterious corridor.

Harry smirked as he mentally prepared his route. He was leading them down a part of the castle that hadn’t been used in centuries. There was a room he had the elves fix up for him for all of his ‘auditions’ to take place in when his he couldn’t get into his dorm room.

Narcissa spoke up, “So Harry, how is school life treating you?” She inquired.

Harry replied in a flirty tone, “It’s okay I guess, not as fun as hanging out with Sirius when we go to get lap dances at the clubs. Know what I mean?” His plan was in action now, they were only a little ways from the room as they turned the corner.

Narcissa, a little surprised at the way the conversation was going, decided to up the ante as she new where this was going. Just as he opened the door to a room she purred saucily, ” Aww you poor baby, would you like Aunt Narcissa to fix that for you?”

Harry’s lips quirked lecherously at her as he wove magic into his hand on the small of her back and waved it behind her as he let go off her and spoke ” Sure aunt Narcissa, and I see you’ve got the outfit all ready.”

Narcissa looked down and was shocked to see he had transfigured her robes into; heels on her feet were the most shocking change, since she would definitely notice the swap. But the rest was quite seductive; black stockings with a garter belt, a Cheetah spotted thong and a corset in the same pattern that had a tiny black skirt attached to the bottom, barely hiding her thong making her legs look all the more enticing. The cups of the corset barely held back her massive DD-cups, which were practically spilling out.

Even though she was shocked, she was horny as hell and spoke again, never diverging from her saucy purr. ” Why don’t you sit down then stud and let Aunt Narcissa give you what you’ve been missing?”

Harry smirked and took a few steps backwards before collapsing back onto a chair that appeared behind him. Spreading his legs, allowing Narcissa to clearly see his thick bulge in his thin shorts he gave her a very thorough look, growing even harder at the prize he’d been working towards for so long on display before him.

Narcissa smirked seductively at him and sauntered towards him, swaying her hips from side to side teasingly. Each step she took caused her huge breasts to jiggle enticingly. As she reached Harry she bent forward, allowing him to look straight down the corset, and more importantly, her amazing amount of cleavage before she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I’ll make sure you enjoy this stud.”

Harry just chuckled and replied, “I’ve been waiting for this for a while, I know I’m going to enjoy you.”

Narcissa’s smirk broadened a bit, the way he said that wasn’t that he’d enjoy the show she’d give him, he was implying that he would enjoy fucking her, and she couldn’t wait. But as he’d said, he’d obviously been waiting for this for a long time, she could even say the same, so she was going to do her best to give him a good show before he fucked her senseless.

Harry clicked his fingers causing is music to start as Narcissa spun around.

Bending forward she allowed Harry a great view of her plump ass. Looking over her shoulder she felt herself start to get wet as Harry was casually rubbing his bulge along her thinly covered slit. Standing back up she put her hands on her hips and, just like she’d seen the girls do when Harry got his first lapdance for a birthday present, she started to shake and jiggle her plump Milf arse enticingly. She felt herself grow hotter when she saw him lean forward and give her ass a good spank, causing her to let out a sensual moan.

Turning quickly on her heel she bent over, shaking her chest lightly, giving him another view of her cleavage before standing back up and lowering herself onto his lap. She started to grind her pussy, only covered by her tiny thong, against his thick bulge, all the while moaning sensually in his ear as she leaned against his chest, crushing her huge breasts against him and giving him a prime chance as he slid his hands down and slipped them into her thong before gripping her fleshy arse cheeks in his hands greedily.

This pace continued on; Harry groping her ass while Narcissa ground against his big cock and moaned sexily in his ear. After a few minutes Harry decided to up the ante and gripped her ass cheeks harder before whispering in her ear, “Mmm, I wanna see you bounce on my cock.”

Narcissa pulled her head back, still grinding into him and replied throatily, “Ooh baby, you want a preview? To see how I’m going to look when I’m riding you’re big cock?” She said, playing the part of a Muggle stripper perfectly.

Harry grinned lecherously, “Yeah babe, I wanna look at how you’ll look when I’m fucking you senseless.”

Narcissa moaned throatily and obliged him, she immediately began to bounce on his waist, fast and furious; moaning as he gave groped and spanked her plump ass, her big tits bouncing in his face; every time she came up from a bounce on him it looked like they were going to break free from her corset.

Harry moaned loudly and started helping her bounce with his grip on both her arse cheeks, which were now partially red from the spanking he gave them, as he simultaneously pulled her against his straining length harder “Oh yes Aunt Narcissa! Look at you’re fucking huge tits, I’ve wanted to fuck you stupid for ages!”

Narcissa just smirked down at him coyly, all the while continuing to bounce up and down on his waist. She looked down at her DD’s briefly and felt herself getting even wetter as they bounced and jiggled around in her corset wildly, “Oh you poor baby! You should have said so sooner and Aunt Narcissa would have taken care of that big boner for you. As for my big titties, well they’re all yours for the taking Harry. Feel free to fuck me and make me you’re cum slut whenever you want.” Her moans grew in volume; the dirty talk turning her on heavily. It wasn’t something she got to indulge in very often, or at all.

Harry needed her bad now and stopped her bouncing, his cock aching with mutual need. Before she could ask why he stopped her he grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto his in an open mouth kiss. Shoving his tongue into her mouth he began wrestling hers for dominance, winning quite easily.

While he was doing that he swished his hand, banishing his shorts. Not even bothering to move her thong he, in one fluid motion, brought her down hard, piercing her pussy with his cock, causing her to scream in pleasure. Her scream was muffled by her mouth, only causing Harry to dominate her mouth harder. But He wasn’t done yet and gripped her ass cheeks again and stood up, Narcissa wrapping her legs around him as he did, and began a fast and furious pace again. This time though instead of just grinding against her he was turning her pussy inside out like nothing she’d ever felt before.

Narcissa broke off the kiss and moaned loudly, ” Oh yes! Fuck me baby! You’re so much bigger than Lucius ever was, make me you’re slut Ohhh! Pound my slutty Milf pussy!” She screamed.

Harry slowed down his thrusts, but started slamming his cock into Narcissa’s pussy as hard as he could, bumping her cervix every time, the sound of their thighs slapping together became almost deafening. Narcissa screamed loudly as her eyes widened, never feeling that particular part of her being touched when having sex before. She liked it. She liked it alot!

Wanting to feel him get even deeper within her she started slamming her hips down in synch with him pulling her down by his death grip on her arse and his upward thrusts. She screamed into his mouth once again as he reached just a few millimeter’s deeper, which caused the pleasure she was retrieving to spike; increasing several fold.

Harry smirked into her mouth before he picked up his speed and starting pounding Narcissa harder than she had ever felt before, and it wasn’t long before she threw her head back and screamed in the throes of orgasm, her pussy contracting around his cock. His dick was rapidly covered in her juices, which only gave him even more leverage as he increased his pace yet again, putting Narcissa through one continuous orgasm.

Narcissa couldn’t believe the fucking she was taking! She knew Harry would be much better than her limp dick husband, but not this much! She could only scream continuously as her nephew dominated and reshaped her pussy. She vowed right here and now as her nephew was using her as his own personal fuck toy that she’d never sleep with her loser husband again. If her nephew wanted her for as long like he said, well she’d reward him for his restraint by allowing him to fucking pound her any way he wanted for as long as he wanted no matter when or where! Even if it meant allowing him to bend her over in front of that fat lard of a Minister and having him fuck her pussy raw right in front of him.

Coming back down from her high she heard Harry speak as he gripped her arse cheeks harder, ” Oh yeah! This pussy is fucking awesome, it was well worth the wait. That retard Lucius doesn’t deserve this pussy. Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Get ready Aunt Cissa, I’m gonna blow my load and fill you to the brim!”

That was all the warning she got before Harry dropped his face between her cleavage and let loose a roar as he unloaded. Normally he released a sizable load on average, but having wanted to bang his sexy aunt for years and the amazingly sexy outfit she was wearing turned him on to no ends, making him literally pour cum inside her, spurts long forgotten as cum blasted continuously passed her cervix into her womb.

Narcissa screamed in pleasure, her head going numb as she actually felt her womb swell with the amount of cum he poured into her. She could still feel a lot of it escape the tiny openings in her pussy that were made when he thrust in and out of her; seeing as Harry didn’t even stop as he came, just continued fucking her stupid. She was actually rather sure she might get fucked into a coma if this kept up.

Harry panted as he pulled back. His balls felt absolutely drained, but like Madam Pomfrey had theorized he could feel his magic directed towards them; refilling them quickly. Spotting a table over Narcissa’s shoulder he walked over to it. Waddled, would be the more appropriate term because of how far apart his legs were, Narcissa’s plump ass held flush against his crotch in a vice grip as her pussy continued milking his cock as best as it could in it’s abused state.

He set the Pureblood woman, who was still seeing stars, down on the table and flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled his cock out of her with an erotic slurping sound before he placed the head at her back entrance. “I bet Lucious would be disgusted at the mere thought of fucking you here, wouldn’t he?” Harry asked, just barely applying pressure to the tight ring of muscle.

Narcissa finally snapped out of her orgasm induced trance. She couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of having her ass fucked; it’d always been a fantasy of hers but like Harry guessed her husband was a prude. “Oh yes, he wouldn’t even consider it. Fuck my ass dear nephew, claim my hole as your own.” She pleaded sexily, pushing back against him.

Harry grinned lecherously, and popped the fat head of his cock into his aunt’s tight ass. Just as she moaned in approval he bucked his hips forward, forcing his full cock straight up her rectum, reshaping it to accommodate his girthy cock. Ignoring her gasp he immediately started fucking her, giving her no reprieve.

Narcissa’s mouth opened in a silent scream as her ass was reshaped, flattening and jiggling as his hips rapidly impacted her cheeks over and over again. Her vision was blurred from the force of the cock pounding into her tight virgin ass. She laid limp on the table, her huge tits crushed against the hard surface as she was pushed forward and dragged back over it. She could do nothing but sit and take the ass fucking from her nephew, her pleasure at an all time high.

Harry’s lecherous grin widened as he was about to do something he’d dreamed about doing for years. Reaching around his aunt he grabbed her massive tits and pulled her flush against his chest, picking up speed as he did. As she stood he pulled the corset down, allowing her massive and wildly jiggling tits to flop out of her corset cups just before harry grabbed onto them again in a vice grip. Narcissa finally got her voice back and moaned as Harry continuously and heartily groped her firm Milf titties. “Play with my breasts, yes! Pull my nipples!” She cried.

Narcissa’s eyes rolled back up into her head and she lost consciousness momentarily as her near continuous orgasm spiked even further. Harry, even though he noticed this, continued on and banged her tight plump ass back into the waking world.

Narcissa came back to full awareness and found herself laying on a bed and looked up to see her nephew straddling her chest just below her breasts, his massive cock in his hand as he jacked off vigorously. Seeing his rather lust filled gaze hungrily taking in her big tits, she cupped them in her hands and squeezed them together. ” Come on stud! Cover you’re sexy aunts big tits in your cum! Paint me white!”

That was all Harry needed for the knot holding back the dam to snap. Massive hose-like streams of cum flew from his cock, at first covering her face in a thick white glaze before filling her mouth. Once her mouth was full Harry aimed lower, covering his busty aunt’s tits in his seed.

When he finished Narcissa looked up and was rather shocked to see him still slowly jacking off; his cock still just as hard and throbbing as when they started.

Harry saw her look and leered at her lecherously, ” You didn’t think I’d be done so fast did you? I’m not some limp dick loser like Lucius, I’ve been waiting years for this and I’m going to bang your ass, pussy, throat and tits until I’m completely satisfied. I should warn you, it may take hours and hours.” Harry said, only half joking.

With that he dropped to his knees and inserted his cock in between her cum covered tits. Her hands, still holding them together from when she was teasing him increased the friction as he started to jackhammer his cock into the makeshift hole.

Narcissa could only lay there in shock knowing she would be getting the fucking of a life time. As it turns out, she would be correct in thinking that; because for the next five and a half hours she was fucked endlessly by her nephew. Doggystyle, aeroplane, upside down, upskirt against the wall, deepthroat and face fucking… by the time Harry was done with her she had a noticeable limp from being fucked bowlegged, her belly had a slight bump, and the outfit Harry transfigured for her, not to mention her entire body, mostly her big tits and pretty face, were painted white with several generous layers of her nephews cum.

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Yeah it’s been a while, I actually had most of this written out a few days ago but got a virus, so I worked overtime to re-write it.

I have not written much in the past month because I had a rather painful shoulder injury, I cracked my shoulder blade as-well as ripped some of the tendons in my shoulder, and while it isn’t as painful now as it was then, it’s still rather tender. Plus, using my weak hand to type takes freaking ages lol.

I have a Naruto fanfic in mind that I may write out soon, not sure yet, I’ve been reading mostly Harry Potter fics lately… *sigh* I’m rather disappointed that Knowledge Is Power isn’t getting updated anymore, such a shame. I love the Harry in that fic’s attitude aswell as how powerful he is in it… the only thing I can complain about in that fic is really the Animagus form where the Harry in it has a cat form. I would have went with a jaguar… but that’s just me eh? Then there’s Shezza88′s Denarian fics! Damn I wish that guy had written lemons, I was all hyped about about reading the Harry in It banging Meciel and later on Varrine… but guess we can’t all be winners, hopefully he continues to update his newest Denarian fic.

Any suggestions for this fic? You know where to post them.

Also if anybody knows of any well written fics that have dark Harry, independent Harry or Harry with a similar attitude like in Knowledge Is Power, I ask that you post them in your review (or name them, since this sites freaks the fuck out if you post a link) so I can finally find a good fic to read! There’s to much fucking slash on this site, know what I mean?

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Anyway I’m out bitchs!

Jordan has left da fuckin building… to get some curry!

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