Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 04:55:12 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com> Subject: Hogwarts Dear Reader, You will probably enjoy this story a lot more if you have read "Harry Potter & the Philosopher's Stone" by J. K. Rowling and published last year by Raincoast Books in Vancouver, who hold the copyrights and trademarks for the Harry Potter series. Eight to 12 year old kids love this book, and it's two sequels, so I recommend them. I do not recommend that you let them read this little fantasy about what might happen in the girls' dorm of Hogwarts Academy... ___________ The worst thing about being a 12-year-old girl is that when you fall in love, nobody takes you seriously. They call your deepest feelings a 'crush', or even worse, 'puppy love'. This is true both among witches and muggles. But my feelings are the real thing. My name is Ginny Weasley, and my brother is room-mates with Harry Potter, at Hogwarts School of Wizardry. As absolutely everyone knows, Harry met and vanquished he-who-must-not-be-named not once, but three times; and the first time was when he was only one year old. He has to be the coolest Wizard ever! Unfortunately, while Harry is always really nice to me, and even saved me from the Basilisk last year, he's really dense when it came to serious subjects like love. Just like a man! But this year is going to be different. I just started my second year at Hogwarts, and with four older brothers who really know what's going on, I'll be able to get anything I want. I had stayed late one day in the library, and managed to make a copy of the formula for Puck's Potion. Old Professor Snape, the potions master, would never approve, so I had to be careful. It only took about two weeks to gather all the materials; some swiped right from under Snape's nose, and I hid them under my bed in the girls' dorm. On the second Sunday morning after the return to school, I get up at 4am and creep into the common room of Gryffindor House. Everyone else is asleep, and I figure I can get the potion made before they wake up. I open my box and set up the equipment. Then I unfold my note paper with the formula on it. Puck's Potion is so famous, even muggles have heard of it. More than 400 years ago, the half-wizard Shakespeare wrote about it in his play, 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. If you get somebody to drink even a little bit, then he will instantly fall in love with the very next person he meets. I'm going to give some to Harry Potter, and make sure he's looking deeply into my eyes as he drinks it. I set my small pot of water up on a tripod, and point my wand underneath. "Furnax!" I whisper, and a small but intense flame appears. It's one of the first spells we learn at Hogwarts. Quickly I add some damiana, and pau-d'arco, and crushed saw-palmetto berries to the water. Then I carefully open the hardest ingredient to find of all. It's a single cell of beeswax, full of honey placed there by the worker bee that had just impregnated the Queen bee. Carefully I invert the cell over the tea, and let several drops of honey drip slowly into her potion. Now all I have to do is wait. It has to simmer for exactly 28 and a half minutes. I glance at the grandmother clock, who smiles enigmatically back at me. Only time can tell how this experiment will come out, and as usual she isn't talking. The time creeps by until the grandmother clock has moved to the other side of the window, and finally it's time to remove the potion from the heat. I point my wand at the flame and speak the words, "Nix Furnax!" Just then I hear a noise. Oh no! I can't let myself be found brewing illegal potions! Quickly I scramble behind a couch, just as Penelope Clearwater comes into the common room. Penelope is in her fifth and final year at Hogwarts, and everyone (especially her!) knows she is the prettiest girl in the school. She's nice enough in a vapid sort of way, and my oldest brother Percy has the hots for her. She shuffles by on her way to the bathroom, and I have to wait for her to come back through and go back to bed before coming out of hiding. A few minutes later Penelope reappears, but as she walks back through the common room, for once she shows some sign of being observant. She notices my tripod with the pot, and detours to investigate. She bends over to sniff at it, her long flowing flaxen-blonde hair momentarily hiding the pot. She straightens, then I watch as she dips a curious finger in the liquid, and brings it to her lips. Penelope cocks her head cutely to one side. "Not bad." she whispers, then shuffles off back to bed. I scramble out to gather up my materials, and put them back in the box. The pot will need to cool for another 15 minutes before I can pour the potion into the old mason jar I have ready, so I move the pot to a trivet and get everything else completely cleaned up. Suddenly there is a loud screech from the direction of Penelope's room. "What are you doing?!" comes the voice of her roommate, Hermione Granger. Then I hear the sound of something crashing, and a moment later Hermione comes rushing into the common room. Penelope is chasing her, protesting loudly, "Please, please let me love you! I want you! I want to feel your wonderful naked breasts against mine. I want to give you every pleasure in the world!" Hermione runs around the table where the pot still rests on the trivet, so the table is between her and the tearful Penelope. "Stop! Don't you move!" Penelope freezes, but keeps on protesting quietly that she only wants to make luscious love to the brilliant bounteous girl who shares her bedroom. "Now let's take a moment to be reasonable." Hermione says as her breath begins to slow. "Thank-you Penelope, for making a pot of tea. I think I'll have a cup and we can talk about this." Carefully keeping the table still between herself and Penelope, she snags a teacup from a nearby shelf and carefully pours it full of my potion. She raises the cup to her lips. "No!" I yell and leap out from behind her couch. "Don't..." but it's too late. Hermione takes a long drink of the tea. Startled, she looks at me, and I know I am in deep trouble. "Oh, Ginny! Thank you for whatever it was, but as you can see, I'm quite all right. Now why don't you come here and give me a nice kiss?" I really like Hermione, 'cause she's always ready to help with my homework, and besides, she's always hanging around with Harry Potter, so it would be best to be on her good side. But being asked to kiss Hermione is a bit much, especially as Penelope is saying loudly, "Don't you dare, you little bitch! She's mine!" "What's going on here?!!" comes the voice none of us want to hear. It's Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, and deputy head master of the whole school! She doesn't yell, but her clear calm voice freezes me and the others in our tracks. None of us dares to venture an answer, as the Professor walks calmly to the table and bends over to sniff the contents of the my pot. "Did any of you drink any of this tea?" "I, I had a finger-full. Just a taste." Penelope admits, her lustful eyes never leaving Hermione. "I had just a sip." Hermione says as she continues to stare at me over the top of the teacup. Professor Edith McGonagall glares around. "Who made this?" I could be expelled from Hogwarts for this, but I have to admit, "I did, Professor." "Then come over to the table here. You other two girls go stand in the corner. Hermione, leave your teacup here." When the Professor uses that tone, students obey. When I am standing directly across the table from her, Edith points to the teacup. "Look at me, and drink." My hand shakes a bit as I reach for the cup and slowly bring it to my lips. Keeping my eyes on the Professor, I take a big gulp, and wonder why I had hesitated to do anything for this wonderful, beautiful woman. Why had I never noticed the Professor's lovely swelling breasts before, or those luscious lips, or the slim ankles below her below-the-knee nightshirt? One by one, Professor Edith McGonagall instructs each of us to have sips of the potion while looking at her, and each other. I notice that she never drinks any herself, but I understand. A Professor needs her objectivity. "Now you two go back to bed." Edith orders, pointing to Penelope and Hermione. They both act like that is the most perfect thing they could be asked to do, and disappear with their arms around each other. Professor McGonagall turns to me, "That was a very foolish thing to do, Miss Weasley. I suppose you were planning on keeping the potion in this jar. So why don't you do that, then rinse out the pot and the teacup very carefully, and bring the jar to my office." I do as I'm told, then follow her through the magic painting portal into the hallway, and down to her office. I keep on watching her sexy hips and the way her nightgown sways back and forth. I have never seen her office before, and it is lovely. There is an old stone fireplace on one long wall, and a long work table on the other side. At the far end from the door is a diamond-pane dormer window with a cozy window seat to curl up in, flanked by shelves of old books. In front of the fireplace are two big comfy wing-back chairs. The Professor casually picks up a wand from the work table and directs it at the fireplace, saying "ignitio". The logs leap into flame. Then she turns to me, "I'd better lock that potion up where it will be safe." She takes my jar, goes over to the right of the fireplace, and whispers something I can't quite hear, then it looks as if she simply puts the jar inside the wall, her hand disappearing through the wood up to the wrist. She turns back to me, "Making unauthorized potions is a very serious offence, so I'm going to have to punish you severely. Now come here and bend over with your tummy on the arm of this chair." Eagerly I obey. I know I'm going to get a spanking, but I'm not afraid. If beautiful Edith wants to touch me in any way at all, I will be so thrilled. I feel her lift my nightdress to expose my naked bum. It feels so sexy to be doing this naughty thing with the wise and lovely professor. I sneak a look back and see her kneel behind me, with her nose close to my bum. Then I feel her strong hands slide lightly up the backs of my thighs. I wiggle my bum to let her know that I really like it. SMACK! My teacher smacks my bum really hard. "Don't move! Or things will be a lot harder on you!" Again and again she spanks me, and it's the nicest kind of pain you could ever imagine! My bum gets all tingly and hot. I especially like it when her fingers slap against my upper thighs and my little pussy between them. Soon most of the blows are landing right on my excited cunny. I just can't hold still, so I wiggle and squirm, and this just makes her spank me harder. My cunny starts to get really wet, and I can feel my nipples getting hard. I love it so much. Being spanked by the most beautiful teacher in the world is so exciting! Suddenly a wave of something I never felt before roars through me. It's so totally awesome! I mean, every nerve in my whole body is dancing and shaking and I'm just swallowed up in wonderfulness. Every time the Professor slaps my cunny, it splashes in her face, and the feeling of juices squirting out from between my thighs is the absolute best! Finally, Edith seems to get tired of spanking my bottom, and leans back on her heels. The professor doesn't give me permission to get up, so I just lie there. Then she whispers to me, "You're very red. I think you need to cool off. Hold still while I help you." She begins to lick the backs of my thighs, her tongue swirling around and cooling all the places she had just been spanking. It feels so erotic. I never thought of that word before. I mean, I was never erotic before, but now Edith is making me that way. Her tongue pokes at my bum hole, then starts to draw little circles around it. Why do I want to feel her tongue poke into me there? I don't know, but I do want it. She is teasing me as I wiggle my ass, and reach back to spread my cheeks as wide as I can, to tell her I want her to lick me deeper. She obliges. My moans get louder as Edith probes my rear hole and I feel my bum relax enough to admit her exploring tongue into my darkest place. Edith's fingers trace up and down the insides of my thighs, and I feel her smearing my wetness all over back there. She urges my legs apart and I feel her fingers brush aside my tiny bit of pubic fuzz. I feel her parting my pussy lips and then she slips a finger inside me. "OH!" did I shout that out? I don't know, but I've never felt anything so marvelous in my life. She adds another finger and begins to slide them slowly, voluptuously, in and out of me. I move my elbows down on the seat of the chair to support me as I try to bump my hips back onto her fingers. I'm so wet that she slides effortlessly in and out of my cunny. Then suddenly, the hand and fingers are gone! Oh Please! Put them back! But hands are not returning to my cunt. Instead I can feel them forcing my bum cheeks and thighs apart. Then I feel her hot breath against my achingly empty cunny, followed swiftly by her soft wet tongue. Abruptly her finger returns to my crack, then is forcefully shoved into my tight little ass. I cry out in surprise, more than in pain, since her tongue has loosened that hole so beautifully. Edith's searching tongue brushes over my clitty then licks up into my cunny-hole. "Please, lick me more!" I cry, but her tongue dances all around me without returning to my clitty for more than a few seconds. My teacher pulls her finger out of my bum, and stops licking me completely. "Ginny, you naughty little girl. You seem to be enjoying your punishment entirely too much! Do you know what happens to little girls when their spanking doesn't seem to work?" "Uh, no, Professor." I am worried that she might have some horrible pain-magic to inflict on me, or worse; that I might be expelled from Hogwarts. "Well this is how nasty girls get treated when their punishment doesn't work. They pull down my knickers and suck on my pussy!" Startled at my wonderful good fortune, I watch as she lifts up her night shirt to reveal her amazing body with its huge breasts, narrow waist, and trim hips clad in shiny skimpy knickers. A wonderful wet smell comes from between Edith's legs. Tentatively, I reach up and slip my hands through the waistband of her knickers, and begin to pull them down. I slide them down and off, then she spreads her knees to present her eager pussy to my gaze. "Well don't just stare at me," she commands. "Naughty little girls like you need to suck cunt when you are told!" And with that she reaches to grab a handful of my hair, and brutally pulls on it to mash my face into her pussy. Eagerly I plunge my tongue into Edith's open vagina. I swirl it around and she seems to go wild. "Suck my clit, you nasty little girl!" she commands, and I use my fingers to spread the soft inner lips of her cunny to expose the little pink nub. I eagerly take it between my teeth, and begin to swirl my tongue around and around it. "Iiiieeeeeh!" she cries, as her body spasms and her juices gush onto my face. Panting heavily, the Professor stretches out full length along the heavy old work table. I gaze at her loveliness with a lust I've never known before. "Now take off your nightie and get up here on top of me." she tells me gently. "That's right, now just move up a bit so I can taste your little titties." I start to whimper as her lips and tongue do wonderful things to my nipples, and in between she keeps up the flow of instructions. "Yes sweetheart, just put one of your knees between my thighs. Oh good! Just like that! Now you can slide your nice wet pussy on my thigh. Don't forget to make sure your leg slides along my pussy too!" Slowly I figure out the trick of it, but soon that wonderful feeling of electric ecstasy takes me again. I try to keep on going, but it isn't long before I collapse on top of my teacher, completely exhausted. Ten minutes later I am wearing my long flannel nightie again. The first trace of dawn glows through the windows as the Professor sends me back to bed. Sleepily I whisper the password to the magic portal painting and shuffle through the Gryffindor common room to the girls' dorm rooms. As I pass Penelope and Hermione's room, I hear giggling inside, so I softly knock. A moment later the door opens just a crack. When Penelope sees that it's just me, she opens the door a bit more and her naked arm reaches out to grab my wrist and pull me inside. Penelope is even more gorgeous without her clothes than with them! She drags me to Hermione's bed, where the two of them complete my initiation into a very special club. We are, now and forever, McGonagall's Girls.