Hogwarts Adventure
By: Dasteiza
After his untimely demise, Fate decides to reward Harry by sending him to a whole new world where his male competition have tiny, pathetic junk and no sex drives. Harry ... Not so much. The women of Hogwarts don't know what's coming for them! HARRY / MULTI Lemons Smut
Rated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Romance - Harry P., Hermione G., Fleur D., Daphne G. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 55,555 - Reviews: 107 - Favs: 1,410 - Follows: 1,632 - Updated: Apr 8 - Published: Aug 15, 2025 - id: 14499842
Chapter 1
"Expelliarmus!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry's Disarming Charm rocketed toward Voldemort, hitting him straight in the chest. His wand flew out of his grip like it was shot out of a cannon. The tip of the wand pierced his eyeball with a wet, squishy sound that turned many stomachs among the onlookers. The tip of the wand ripped through the back of his skull and remained firmly lodged in his head. His tall, lanky body teetered before falling straight back. He was dead before he hit the ground. Unfortunately, Harry would never get to see it. The twisting green curse slammed straight into Harry's chest, sending his body sailing backward. He, too, was gone before he hit the ground. Everything went black for him.
The darkness suddenly turned to blinding light, and Harry woke up surrounded by fog. It all felt a bit breezy, and when he looked down, Harry yelped at the state of his undress. No sooner had he wished for some clothes than they appeared on his body. Harry sighed in relief. He pushed through the fog blindly, holding his hands out in front of him to avoid running face-first into an obstacle. The fog then disappeared, and Harry blinked in confusion. He was at Platform Nine and Three Quarters, completely alone.
"Harry, my boy," he heard the Headmaster's familiar voice. Harry turned and faced Dumbledore, who wore a very pleased smile on his old face. "I'm so proud of you," he said, walking up to him.
"Thanks, Professor," Harry smiled back. "Where am I? I know I'm at Platform Nine and Three Quarters, but it doesn't feel like it," Harry said, scratching his head in confusion.
"I'm sorry to say that your time with the living has come to an end, my boy," he sadly told him. "It's such a waste of a young life so full of promise," he said, shaking his head.
"So … I died?" Harry asked. He should have been heartbroken or terrified, but he just didn't feel it. He was strangely calm.
"I'm afraid so. However, I am happy to say that you took Tom with you. He'll never hurt anyone ever again," Dumbledore told him, his eyes shining with pride.
"I suppose that's good," Harry replied. His mind felt a bit hazy, like he was somewhat disconnected from his former life. "So, what's next?" Harry asked.
"We board the train and move on to the next great adventure," Dumbledore exclaimed, holding his hand toward the train track. Just then, Harry heard a train whistle in the distance. It was getting closer. Harry nodded his head in understanding.
"I'm ready," Harry stated with confidence.
"Then let us go and explore the great beyond!" Dumbledore exclaimed, holding his other hand out to him while staring at the oncoming train. Harry stepped up to Dumbledore, standing at the platform's edge, right next to the tracks below. As he neared Dumbledore, he didn't see the banana peel on the floor. When he stepped on it, his foot shot out from under him, and Harry tumbled over the edge and landed directly on the tracks. The Hogwarts Express plowed right over him.
When Dumbledore looked back, he saw no one. "Harry?" he called out, looking around. "My boy?" he called out again, confused as to where Harry had gone.
Harry's world once again went dark, and when he woke up again, he was thankfully fully dressed. Another strange thing occurred. His mind had suddenly cleared, and he actually felt heartbroken that he had died and left his friends behind. He wasn't back at the platform like before. Instead, he was in a sunny field of grass that was as tall as his hip. "Hello, Harry," he heard an unfamiliar female voice. Harry turned around and spotted a young, beautiful woman wearing a flowing white dress.
"Uh … Hello?" he greeted her confusedly. She smiled prettily at him, her gray eyes reflecting the sunlight brilliantly. "Not to be rude, but who are you? And better yet, where am I?"
"I'm Fate, and you're in the Void. It's the space between all things. I enjoy visiting from time to time. It's quiet here. I enjoy the peacefulness of it," she told him.
"But what happened to Dumbledore? He said I died," Harry asked, scratching his head. "And then I … oh, god! I slipped on something and got crushed by the train!" he suddenly remembered. Fate chuckled humorously.
"Yes, Harry. You died, and then you died again. It was a truly remarkable feat," she giggled. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.
"As much as I would enjoy having you believe you were so clumsy that you died again on your way to the afterlife, I must confess something," she said, her voice filled with merriment. Harry looked up at her. "I'm the one who caused you to slip and fall under the train."
"But why?" Harry asked the obvious question.
"Because it was the only way I could talk to you," she told him.
"And why do you want to talk to me?"
"I feel you got the shitty end of the stick for most of your life. It really wasn't fair," she said. Harry snorted.
"You're telling me," he mumbled while brushing his palms along the ends of the tall blades of grass.
"You had to sacrifice everything for the betterment of everyone else, most of whom didn't deserve it."
Harry sighed sadly. "Yeah, that's how I see it."
Fate nodded in agreement. "That's why I brought you here. I want to make it up to you before you move on to the afterlife."
"Make it up to me?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Had you boarded the train, you would have been outside my influence, but now that I've got you here, I can reward you for your good deeds and selflessness."
"What kind of reward are you talking about?" he asked as it piqued his interest.
"How would you like to go to a new world where you can have the life you were meant to have?" she asked him.
"A new world where I don't have any friends, and I don't know anyone?" he asked. That didn't sound too appealing.
"No, Harry. It's a world similar to the one you just left. All the people you love are there," she said. That sounded much better, Harry thought.
"But I'd have to be the Boy-Who-Lived and go through school again?" He didn't really want either of those things.
"Yes and no," she told him. "You won't be the Boy-Who-Lived, and while you would have to go through Hogwarts again, in this world, the students start school at the age of eighteen … the same age you are now. The best part is that because of their age, the students are already considered adults. You can live on your own and not have to deal with anyone. You can also do magic outside of Hogwarts … after the first year, of course," she quickly added.
"Wow," Harry said in a hushed voice. Going through school again would be a drag, but it might be fun if he didn't have the spectre of Voldemort constantly hovering over his head.
"I didn't even get to the best part. You see, wizards in this world have tiny penises, and they can hardly get them up," she giggled. To compensate for their lack of manliness, the witches have evolved to be very attractive," she added, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"I don't want a tiny penis!" Harry protested vigorously while blushing madly.
"Don't worry about that. I'll take good care of you," she said with a smirk.
"You promise?" he asked, looking for any sign that she was lying.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," she smiled, swiping a little cross above her heart.
"This all sounds too good to be true. What's the catch?" Harry asked her.
"There's no catch. The world isn't perfect, of course … especially the magical world, and there are plenty of dangers you'll have to watch out for. Your life can be as boring or adventurous as you want. What do you say?" she said with a smile.
"Alright … I'll trust you," Harry said slowly, studying the beautiful woman.
"Excellent!" she said happily, clapping her hands together. "It's a few weeks before the start of your first year, and I have already taken the liberty of renting a room for you at the Leaky Cauldron. It's all paid up until the first of September. Now listen up, Harry Potter never existed in this world. James died young, and Lily never existed either. I've done a bit of my own magic and added your backstory to this world. If anyone ever asks, just tell them you're from a different branch of the Potter line. Your Hogwarts invitation is on the bed in your room."
"If I didn't exist, then I won't have any gold or …" Harry began, but she cut him off.
"I already took care of it. Your bank key is next to your invitation. Just go to the bank and have them take you to your new vault." Harry smiled. She really had thought of everything. "FYI, I also added you to the Muggle world. All your paperwork and identification are in a folder in your bank vault. I suggest leaving it there until you need it." Harry nodded. "Any more questions?" she asked. Harry shook his head.
"I don't think so."
"Good! Then have fun and cause as much mischief as humanly possible. You deserve it," she said sweetly. She walked up to him, and Harry closed his eyes when she leaned in. Her soft lips touched his forehead, and once again, his world went dark.
Hogwarts Adventure
Harry's eyes opened, and he sat straight up in bed. He blinked a few times, trying to come to grips with reality. His first thought was that it was a dream, but he knew that wasn't true. He remembered everything with such clarity, and there was also the fact that he was now in a room that wasn't his own. Looking around, it appeared to be a rented room in the Leaky Cauldron, just like she said. Harry wasn't tired or groggy and quickly got to his feet without stumbling. He was fully dressed in a nice button-down shirt, a pair of black slacks, and a pair of white trainers. Harry walked over to the standing full-length mirror and examined his reflection. He looked pretty much the same, except maybe a few inches taller. His glasses were gone, and he could see everything clearly. Harry then remembered something else. "Oh, lord!" he gasped and quickly unbuckled his trousers. His penis flopped out and hung between his legs. He sighed in relief at the sight of it. Even while soft, it was big. Quite big if he was being honest. It was significantly bigger than the one he possessed before dying. Harry pulled up his trousers and buttoned them, happy knowing he didn't have to walk around with a malfunctioning micro penis.
He turned to the bed and found the invitation and vault key. Harry left the invitation behind and stuffed the key into his pocket. He then grabbed the supplies and book list, folded it, and placed it in his front shirt pocket. He went downstairs and found Tom the innkeeper wiping down the empty tables. He looked over at Harry with a toothless smile. "Mornin' son. How bout some breakfast?"
Harry smiled back and shook his head. "Maybe when I get back. I need to visit Gringott's first."
"You got your wand?" he asked. Harry realized he didn't have a wand yet. He shook his head.
"I better let you in then," Tom said, leaving his rag on the table and taking Harry around back. He used his wand to tap the secret bricks and left Harry alone as the brick wall shifted, revealing the entrance to Diagon Alley. Harry smiled happily at the sight, and he stepped in.
He could tell it was still early in the morning. Hardly anyone was on the street. There were a few shopkeepers cleaning the windows while brooms magically swept the sidewalks. Harry walked toward the bank, seeing if anything was different. From what he could tell, most of the shops he remembered were there. It wasn't long before Harry reached the tall, white building with a grumpy-looking Goblin guarding the door. The Goblin turned his beady eyes on Harry as he entered the bank. Harry stepped up to the teller.
"Key," the Goblin lazily requested. Harry pulled the key from his pocket and handed it to him. The Goblin examined it for a second before handing it back. "This way," he stated.
The cart ride to the lower levels of the bank was as exhilarating as he remembered. The warm air whipped through his hair, making it messier than ever before. Harry had a huge smile on his face as his body was thrown from side to side from all the twists and turns. Finally, the cart began to slow down and eventually stopped in front of a large, metal vault door. They got out of the cart. The Goblin asked for his key again and used it to open the door. He waited outside the vault as Harry stepped in. His eyes nearly bugged out when he saw its contents.
The vault was as large as the Great Hall at Hogwarts and was filled to the roof with two mountains of gold coins. There was only a thin trail between the two gargantuan piles of coins, which would allow him to walk to the opposite end. There was enough gold in there to last him a hundred lifetimes. To his left, there was a shelf with his Muggle paperwork, and right in the middle of the vault was a pedestal. Harry walked over and found a red, plush pillow sitting on top, and lying on top of that pillow was the Elder Wand. Harry took the wand from the pillow, and the pedestal disappeared. Golden sparks shot out of the wand's tip and arched twenty feet in the air. When it stopped, he quickly put the wand in his pocket. "Brilliant!" Harry chirped.
Harry went over to the shelf and grabbed a Gringotts expanded bank bag. He started shoveling coins in by the handful. When he was sure he had gathered enough, he turned to the door. Harry went out to see the Goblin. "Umm … Excuse me, sir?" Harry asked, not knowing the Goblin's name.
"Yes?" he replied. Harry reached into his bag and handed the Goblin a handful of galleons.
"Is there any way to make large purchases without having to lug around thousands of coins?" he wondered. With gold in his hand, the Goblin seemed much more willing to help.
"There is," he said. "Gringotts can provide a book of bank vouchers for a one-hundred-gallon fee. You write the amount on the voucher, touch the Gringotts symbol on it with your wand, and hand it over to the shopkeeper. Gringotts charges a one percent fee for every use," he explained.
"And how can I go about getting these vouchers?"
"I can accommodate you once we return to the upper level. Are you done here?" the Goblin asked.
"I am," Harry nodded.
Half an hour later, Harry left the bank with a full money bag and a book of vouchers with his name on it. The first thing he purchased was a magical trunk. There was nothing too spectacular about it. It was well made and covered in dragonhide with the inside magically expanded to twice its normal size. He paid extra to have it magically lightened. Harry bought a whole new wardrobe from a clothing shop before getting his school robes from Madam Malkin's. Harry then spent the rest of the morning buying his supplies and books before returning to the inn for lunch.
After lunch, Harry returned to the alley just to look around. By then, Diagon Alley was becoming a little more populated. There still weren't tons of people visiting the shops, and those who did were older people who were likely retired from their day-to-day jobs. Harry turned off the main street and ventured further into the interior. He had never really gotten the chance to explore the backstreets before, and now was as good a time as any. The shops here were smaller, and the items they sold and the services they provided were a bit more niche. Just walking a few blocks, Harry spotted several shops that sold makeup and cosmetics. There were even a few that sold lingerie. Harry stopped in front of one called Black Lace and looked through the front window. He was surprised to see Andromeda Tonks standing behind the counter and writing in a ledger. Harry entered the shop, and she looked up with a smile.
"Good afternoon, young man!" she chirped happily. "How can I help you?"
Andromeda was incredibly beautiful. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves and bookended her ample cleavage. Harry wasn't sure, but he suspected she was wearing a red satin nightgown. He couldn't see her lower body as it was hidden below the counter. Her full, pink lips were shiny from the lipstick she wore, and her smoky eyes were dusted with eyeshadow. She had a wide, perfect smile with two rows of straight, pearly white teeth.
"I was thinking about buying a gift for a girl," Harry lied quickly, rubbing the back of his head. Andromeda's eyes twinkled with delight.
"Well, you've come to the right place," she eagerly stated and stepped out from behind the counter. Harry saw that he was right. Andromeda was wearing a nightgown. It was low-cut and very short. Harry eyed her up and down, checking out her smooth, toned legs. "I'm glad you chose my shop. I don't see many men around here," she admitted, walking up to him. Her big tits bounced around, drawing his eyes to her chest.
"They're certainly missing out," Harry said, visually feasting on her curves. Andromeda giggled happily and came to a stop right in front of him. Her tits continued to jiggle. Her back was slightly arched, emphasizing her large chest. It was strange seeing her act like this, Harry thought. From what he knew of her, Andromeda had always been prim and proper in his old life.
"I completely agree!" she smiled prettily. "Now, do you have anything specific in mind?" she asked.
"Well … Uhh … Do you have any suggestions?"
"I'm modelling our newest piece. It's imported from Paris," she said, holding her hands out to her sides and slowly rotating her body so he could see her from every angle. Her wide hips and thick ass had his cock rapidly inflating.
"It's very sexy," Harry said without thinking. It appeared that was the right thing to say. Andromeda beamed and bounced right up to him. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist.
"Feel how soft the satin is," she said, moving his hands up and down. "Go ahead … Feel!" she ordered. Harry moved his hands up her sides, exploring her curves. His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, and he looked at Andromeda, wondering if she was going to tell him off. Instead, he found her smiling happily. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began massaging them. "The fabric feels wonderful, doesn't it?" she asked.
"Very," Harry said, not caring one bit about how soft the fabric was. All his thoughts were on her soft, warm body. Harry wondered if all the witches of this world would act the same way. 'Maybe they're so flirty because they're never getting any action,' he theorized. Harry decided to take things a bit further and see what happened. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass. Andromeda gasped and looked over her shoulder as Harry squeezed and kneaded her cheeks. She then looked at Harry with wide, surprised eyes while her hands gripped his shoulders. "This fits your body beautifully," Harry said with a cheeky smile. "Or maybe it's just your body that makes it look so good. Which one do you think it is?"
"Well, I uh … I don't know …" Andromeda stuttered, flustered by his actions. Instead of pulling away, she stepped closer. Her breasts were now touching his chest. Harry moved his hands under her gown and groped her bare ass cheeks. Andromeda shuddered and moved her arms around the back of his neck. She apparently didn't want him getting away.
"That won't do at all. If I'm going to shell out my hard-earned gold for something like this, I have to know for sure."
Andromeda's heart was hammering in her chest. She couldn't remember the last time a man had touched her like this. Actually, now that she thought about it, she could. It was when her daughter, Nymphadora, was conceived. Since then, her husband Ted hadn't even looked at her in a sexual way. Now, she had a young stallion pawing at her ass while not-so-subtly asking her to remove her clothes. Andromeda didn't even think twice about it. She unwrapped her arms from his neck and took a step back. Shakily, she slid the thin strings down her shoulders and pulled her nightie down. Her bare breasts fell out of the top, bouncing around as though they were trying to tempt him into action. She then realized that she didn't even know this young man's name. To be honest, she didn't care. His eyes were staring at her tits, and she could feel her nipples hardening under his gaze. The crinkled tips of her pink nipples extended outward, reaching out for him.
She pushed the nightie further down her body, exposing her toned belly. As her nightie moved down, so did his eyes. She had some trouble pushing it down over her wide hips, but once she did, the red satin fell the rest of the way and pooled at her ankles. Andromeda stepped out of it, now wearing only a pair of red lace panties and her red high heels. Putting her arms at her sides, she wondered what he would do with her. Hopefully something naughty, she internally begged. Andromeda had been with several women over the years, but it wasn't the same. She needed a warm, hard cock inside of her to really make her feel like a woman. "Should …" Andromeda swallowed harshly. "Should I take these off?" she asked, hoping he would say yes.
"No," he told her. Andromeda was overcome with a wave of disappointment. "I'll take them off," he added. Her heart was now beating so fast that she thought she might have a heart attack. "Sit on the counter," he ordered.
Andromeda quickly complied. She hopped up and sat on the counter before kicking off her heels. The mystery man stepped up between her parted legs and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties. "Lie back," he told her. Andromeda lowered herself into position while he lifted her legs. She felt her panties slide over her ass and move up her legs. They were plucked from her feet and tossed onto the counter, by her head. Andi could smell her own arousal, and she knew her panties were drenched. She then closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as her legs were spread. She wondered if he was staring at her bald, wet slit. She was then startled by something slapping against her belly. Her eyes shot open, and she looked down at her stomach. Resting over her mound and lower belly was the largest cock she had ever seen by at least three or four times. It was enormous. The best part was that it was thick, veiny, and as hard as a rock. Her mind was a complete mess. She was a married woman, and yet, she reached down, grabbed his cock, and pushed the head into position right at her entrance. Andromeda moaned as his fat head touched her silky lips. She slid his head up and down, rubbing it against her damp flesh. She didn't realize that her hand was already pumping his cock.
He thrust into her with one mighty push, stretching her pussy out of shape and making her see stars. "This feels amazing!" she heard him gasp, and when he pulled back and re-entered her, that was all it took for her to start cumming. Andromeda whimpered and then squealed as her pussy clamped down on his sizable girth. Her body began flopping around atop her counter, scattering her quills, ink, and notebooks.
Harry never knew how good it felt to be inside a woman. He had, after all, never been with one before. Andromeda was so tight that he was close to cumming after one thrust. He used all his willpower to hold on. He slowly began fucking her while her body bucked and thrashed around. The skin of her slick walls glided across the length of his shaft, making his belly coil. The heady scent of her wet pussy was incredible, he discovered, and he wouldn't rest until he got the chance to taste it. That would have to wait for another day, he decided. He could barely hang on as it was. Harry looked down at the spot where they were joined. As he pulled back, he saw that his shaft was slick with her wetness. The head popped out, and when he pushed it back in, her walls stretched around him and squelched loudly. Andromeda's back was arched, and she was shaking badly. Her big breasts shook and jiggled, so Harry reached out and squeezed them, flicking his thumbs over the hard tips of her nipples. A high-pitched wail of pleasure left her sweet lips, and he could feel her pussy fluttering around him. Everything was working against him. The feeling of her pussy wrapped tightly around him, the smell of sex in the air, and the erotic sounds she made all drove Harry over the edge.
He groaned, and his hips bucked. He couldn't stop the flood of cum erupting from the tip of his cock. He tried his best to keep fucking her, even as he filled her with seed, but it was too sensitive. Harry pulled out, and the last rope of cum splashed across her perfectly smooth mound and lower belly. Harry stood there staring at her sexy, freshly-fucked body. Andromeda squeaked repeatedly while her body bucked. She looked like she was cumming as well, but he had almost no experiece with this kind of thing. Harry lifted and buttoned his trousers before someone could come in and see his bare ass. Andromeda's legs were still spread wide, and he could see his thick, white cum leaking from her slit. The sight filled him with pride. 'I'm a man now,' he told himself.
At some point, Andromeda had pushed herself into a sitting position. Her hair was messy, and there were a few beads of sweat on her forehead. She was breathing heavily and staring at Harry in wonder and awe.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked, looking ready to pounce on him again.
"Harry Potter," he introduced himself to this world in the greatest way possible. "And I'd like to do this again if you …"
Andromeda pounced like a hungry tiger. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she furiously began making out with him. He lifted her by her ass, and Andromeda wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry supposed he got his answer.
Chapter 2
Harry stepped through the portal and into Platform Nine and Three Quarters. There was already a crowd, and the Hogwarts Express was at the center of it all. Harry had spent the last few weeks taking it easy. He spent his days exploring all Diagon Alley had to offer before returning to the Leaky Cauldron for an early dinner. He then spent his nights practicing magic and testing out the power of the Elder Wand. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be using magic, but since he was staying in a magical area, he knew the Ministry wouldn't be able to detect it.
Of course, Harry also spent a lot of time exploring Andromeda Tonks's body. He had to get some practice before starting his Hogwarts adventure, after all. He must have fucked the gorgeous woman several dozen times. He tried every position imaginable and explored every hole. Andromeda loved every second of it. Toward the end, she was practically living in his room. He wasn't sure what excuse she was giving her husband, but that was none of his business. After all that practice, Harry was much more confident in his skills.
Early on in his adventures, he discovered that Fate was right. The witches of this world were quite a bit more attractive than their counterparts in his world. The best part was that they all seemed to prefer wearing sexy, revealing clothing. Harry asked Madam Malkin about it when he returned to her shop to buy a pair of dragonhide boots. She just laughed it off while explaining it to him.
"As I'm sure you know, wizards have a tough time getting excited," she said. "At some point, witches began wearing shorter dresses with deeper necklines to try and get some action. Somewhere along the line, I guess it became tradition," she said with a smile. Harry supposed it made sense, and he certainly wouldn't complain about it. One thing he noticed was that men didn't pay much attention to the scantily dressed women … not sexually, at least. There were, of course, married couples and those who were dating, but they all seemed to see the situation as something completely normal. It was a strange experience for him.
Everyone on the platform said their goodbyes while Harry looked around, trying to find people he knew. He saw a group of people with red hair, and he assumed it was the Weasley family. They were on the opposite side of the platform, and there was no way he could push through the crowd and get to them. He saw some people he recognized as upper years, though he couldn't remember their names. Harry finally spotted someone he was somewhat familiar with … Susan Bones. She was hugging her aunt Amelia goodbye before pulling away. Harry's eyes grew wide, and the crotch of his trousers suddenly became a little tight. Susan's tits were nearly bursting out of her top, and her dark gray skirt was well past the middle of her thick thighs. Her legs were covered in black socks that ended right below her knees. Amelia also looked quite lovely, but unfortunately, he couldn't see what she was wearing. She had on her Ministry robes, as she was likely heading to work after escorting Susan to the platform. Susan said something to her aunt and dragged her trunk toward the train. Harry's eyes were locked on her wide ass and swaying hips. A slight gust of wind blew up the back of her skirt, and Harry caught a quick glance of her bare ass. Susan didn't appear embarrassed in the slightest. She didn't even panic and pull her skirt down. She continued walking and bouncing her hips from side to side. Her luscious ass cheeks giggled merrily with every step. Eventually, the wind died down, and her skirt dropped down over her ass. None of the males on the platform gave her a second glance. It was absurd. A few of the females shot her some dirty looks, however.
Harry had spent a little too much time checking her out and became startled when the train whistled, indicating it was time to get his ass into gear. Everyone gave out quick, last-minute hugs and rushed toward the train. Harry did as well. After some good-natured pushing and shoving, Harry eventually boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Everyone was chatting excitedly as they tried to find compartments. Harry spotted Seamus getting shoved into a compartment further up. Somewhere behind him, he heard a group of girls giggling madly. Harry had to admit, he was excited as well. He slowly made his way through the train cars, trying to find one that suited him. He saw Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe in one compartment. Both of them looked really good … especially Cho. She wore a very tight t-shirt that showed off a lot of cleavage, and her shorts were so short that they almost looked like denim underwear. Sadly, he couldn't remain there staring as he was inundated with a chorus of hurry-ups and move-its. Harry took one last look at her smooth legs and continued his trek.
The further into the train he got, the more the crowds thinned out. Harry hadn't spotted Ron. He figured the Weasleys might have boarded the train after him. Thankfully, he did spot the other person he had been trying to find. Hermione Granger sat in a compartment alone, staring out the window. She nervously bit her nails with a large copy of Hogwarts: A History on her lap. Harry smiled to himself and slid the door open. Hermione turned to him, and Harry was momentarily taken aback by her soft beauty. She still looked like the Hermione he knew, only more beautiful. Her hair wasn't nearly as bushy, and her soft, pink lips were a little fuller. Her eyes were slightly bigger, and her eyelashes were long and dark. He smiled at the pretty girl, and she smiled back.
"Would you mind if I joined you? I don't know anyone else," he said. Hermione perked up and got to her feet. She held out her hand.
"I don't mind. I'm Hermione Granger," she said happily. Harry shook her hand and stopped himself from chuckling amusedly.
"Harry Potter. Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said, stowing his trunk in the overhead compartment. Hermione sat back down, and Harry sat next to her. He knew exactly how to instantly befriend her.
"I see you have a copy of Hogwarts: A History. I haven't read it yet. Is there anything you can tell me about Hogwarts?" he asked, keeping himself from smiling when Hermione became visibly excited.
"Oh, yes! There's so much information in here! This is my third time reading it," Hermione chirped and immediately began regaling him with the castle's history. Harry patiently listened to her go on and on before she told him something that piqued his interest.
"Wait a minute," he interrupted her. "We get our own rooms?" he asked. Hermione nodded. "I thought we'd be put in a dormitory or something."
"I thought so too at first, but I guess because of the … problem with wizards' physiology …" Hermione cleared her throat while her cheeks turned pink. "... they do whatever they can to subtly encourage co-mingling … if you know what I mean," he finished. Her cheeks were now bright pink. Harry chuckled.
"I understand," he told her. Hermione cleared her throat again and continued.
"Apparently, it doesn't really work, though. The magical population is still really low," she added. "What I'm really excited about is seeing the suites."
"Suites?" Harry asked, confused.
"Every student gets their own dorm, but they're really small and cramped. You don't even get your own bathroom. You have to use the community bathroom," she said, shuddering at the thought.
"But for fifty galleons a year, you can rent a much larger room with an attached bathroom. There's supposedly a large bed, a big desk, and a bookcase for all your books," she excitedly told him. "The extra gold they earn from the rooms helps pay for the less fortunate students' expenses. I think that's really nice," she said with a soft smile. "Anyway, my parents gave me the money to rent one. I'm really excited."
"That is nice," Harry agreed. "I think I'll rent one as well."
Harry was already thinking about all the possibilities a room like that would provide … especially when Hermione shifted on the bench, and her knee-length skirt rode up her thigh a bit. 'So many possibilities …' he thought with a naughty smile on his face.
Hogwarts Adventure
"Professor McGonagall explained the differences between the two cultures, but I didn't expect it to be so severe," Hermione said, taking a swig of her pumpkin juice. Empty wrappers were scattered across the seat after the woman with the trolley came by selling her snacks.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking at the Chocolate Frog card he had just pulled from the pack. It had Morgana on the front in a sexy dress. She winked at him and shook her big chest from side to side.
"She explained how most women in the magical world dress, but I didn't think it would be so revealing. Several girls snickered or rolled their eyes when I stepped onto the platform. One woman snorted and mumbled, 'Muggleborn.' I just feel so out of place," she sadly stated, picking at the bottom of her skirt.
"You shouldn't feel bad about what others say. I think you're beautiful the way you are," Harry said, being honest with her. Hermione smiled and blushed.
"Thank you, Harry. That's a really nice thing to say, but it doesn't change the fact that all the girls are going to make fun of me. I just want to fit in."
"You can always use magic to alter your clothes," Harry suggested. Hermione thought about it for a second before nodding.
"Yes, I suppose I could … but I don't know how," she said, rolling her wand between her fingers. "I wish I could have practiced magic before the start of the year," she said with a sigh. "There are so many spells I wanted to try."
"I've been out of the country for the last few years, so I was able to practice magic this summer," he said, giving her a fake story. "I could do it for you, if you want," he offered, wiggling his wand.
Hermione gave it a thought. Even though she received plenty of attention from boys in the Muggle world, she had never been one to show off her body. That being said, she was happy with how she looked and her body's overall appearance. From what McGonagall had told her, it was actually quite safe for women to show off their bodies in the magical world. Magical males had very low sex drives, so it wasn't like boys would be constantly hitting her up for a roll in the hay. Her intelligence had always made her feel like an outsider back in the Muggle world. She didn't want to feel the same way now that she was part of the magical world. Hermione wanted a fresh start.
"Okay, Harry. You can try," she told him. Harry smiled kindly at her.
"Alright. Stand up, please," Harry said. Hermione smoothed out her skirt and stood up. Harry wouldn't say she was dressed sexily. She wore a cream-colored button-up blouse and a black skirt that ended at her knees. The rest of her legs were bare, and she had black, strappy heels on her feet. She looked like a smartly dressed businesswoman. Harry tapped his wand against his chin, wondering where he should begin.
"Unbutton your shirt a bit more," he told her. The top button was already undone, and Hermione nervously unbuttoned one more. Harry rolled his eyes. "Keep going."
Hermione huffed and unbuttoned two more. "Good. Now, let's try this," Harry said, flicking his wand at her. Hermione's shirt began to tighten, and the unbuttoned sides were forced open by the size of her breasts. From what he could tell, she had large C-cups, and they looked fantastic popping out of the top of her shirt. Hermione looked down at her exposed cleavage and blushed.
"How does it look?" Hermione asked, and Harry stood up. He looked down at her mostly exposed chest, and his cock instantly grew hard.
"Bloody fantastic," Harry exclaimed, staring at her tits which were being pushed together by her red bra. "Very sexy," he added. Hermione's face heated up. From what McGonagall had told her, she wasn't expecting to receive any flirty comments. She supposed it was nice to hear, though.
"Now, your skirt," Harry said, pointing his wand at it. Hermione looked down only to see her knee-length skirt get shorter and shorter. It moved up her legs and past the midpoint of her thighs. It continued to climb until it thankfully stopped short of her crotch. Almost all of her thighs were in full view. Her first instinct was to tell him it was too short, but she refrained. All the girls wore skirts or dresses of equal length, and she didn't want to be seen as just another out-of-touch Muggleborn. However, she did have to admit that the incredibly short skirt looked good on her. As she was looking down, Hermione noticed something else. There was a sizable tent on the front of Harry's trousers, and there was no mistaking what that was. Harry was hard. The sight of her skimpy outfit aroused him.
'But McGonagall said that wouldn't happen,' she reminded herself. 'She said I could walk naked through the Common Room and barely get a twitch in return.' Either she was wrong, which Hermione doubted, or Harry was different than the other boys. Hermione thought about the other things McGonagall had told her.
"As wonderful as the magical world can be, I'm afraid witches are cursed to live a life of sexual disappointment and frustration," the older woman had professed. "Not only do wizards have to take a special potion to put themselves in the mood, but their penises are so small that there is very little pleasure to be gotten from them. The worst part is that they usually only take the potions when it's time for them to produce an heir … and on occasion, to get their wives to stop complaining about their lack of physical satisfaction. Take my advice, Miss Granger, take it whenever you can get it," McGonagall added. Hermione understood what she meant with that last piece of advice. If there was a man who showed sexual interest in her, she should go for it, because there were hundreds of other girls who would eagerly jump at the chance to take her place.
Hermione hadn't been looking forward to that part of the magical world. Sure, she wasn't boy crazy or anything like that, but she eventually wanted a husband, boyfriend, or even a lover to satisfy her needs. Hearing that she would likely have to live without it … That wasn't pleasant to think about.
As Hermione stared at Harry's covered crotch, she thought that McGonagall must be wrong. Even though she couldn't see Harry's penis, she could still tell it was huge. The bulge in his trousers was enormous. It appeared his cock was about to rip right through the material, and the thought that her body was causing this sent a thrill through her. Suddenly, Harry cleared his throat, and Hermione tore her eyes away from the erotic sight. Harry was smiling knowingly at her. Hermione's cheeks flamed pink in embarrassment. Harry chuckled and placed his hand on the small of her back.
"C'mon. Let's sit down," he said, taking a seat. Hermione exhaled a breath she had been holding in and sat down beside him. As she did, she realized that the crotch of her white cotton panties was showing. Her skirt wasn't long enough to hide that area of her body. She knew it was something she would have to get used to, so she didn't make a big deal out of it. Anyway, she wasn't too worried about that at the moment. Without her brain's input, her eyes immediately went back to his crotch.
Harry obviously knew she was staring at his junk. Much to his amusement, Hermione wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it. Harry understood that this wasn't his Hermione. He had barely met this version of her, but Harry couldn't help but feel an overwhelming fondness for her. His Hermione had grown quite pretty over the years, but this version put her to shame in the looks department. Harry couldn't stop his eyes from traveling up and down her smooth, sexy legs. When his eyes met the crotch of her panties, he couldn't help but notice how tight they were. They were practically molded to her skin, and he could see the shape of her womanhood. Fate had told him to have as much fun as possible. He deserved it, she had said. Harry couldn't agree more, and claiming Hermione's gorgeous body as his own was the greatest reward he could possibly think of. From the way she was staring at his groin, he guessed that she might not be opposed to the idea.
He scooted closer to her, so the sides of their legs touched. Hermione continued to stare at his tented trousers. She jumped when she felt his hand touch her thigh. She looked down as his hand began slowly caressing her inner thigh. She looked at Harry and shuddered when her pussy began to tingle uncontrollably. "You have such beautiful legs," he told her. His words made her tingle even more. "I hope you don't mind that I'm touching you," he added.
Hermione remembered McGonagall's words. Take it wherever you can get it, she had said. A professor would never tell her something that wasn't true, Hermione had always thought. If Harry was showing interest in her, then she should take the opportunity and hold onto it for dear life. Besides, the way he was touching her felt really good. "I d-don't mind," she squeaked as his fingers got dangerously close to touching her panties. Harry smiled handsomely at her, which made her blush.
"That's good," he said and grabbed her legs. He spun her body so she was lying on the bench with her knees bent upward, and her feet rested on his lap. Hermione trembled as he undid the straps of her heels and pulled one off, leaving her foot bare. He dropped her shoe on the ground and lightly grazed the sensitive sole of her foot with his fingertips. Hermione squirmed from the sudden, naughty pleasure. "You know … I was thinking that maybe you and I can have a special friendship," Harry suddenly suggested. Hermione tore her eyes away from her foot, which Harry was so casually playing with, and looked at him. He was smiling gently at her.
"Special friendship?" she asked and then gasped when he removed her other heel. Her foot had fallen from his grip and landed on his crotch. She could feel how big and hard he was. Hermione looked up at him only to see his eyes locked on the crotch of her panties. Her short skirt was completely hiked up, and her panties were fully exposed. Harry then leaned down and kissed her knee. Hermione lightly moaned, and her legs snapped together. The tingling was so bad that she was forced to rub her thighs together to try to alleviate the burning desire. She didn't know why, but Harry's touch felt so much better than anything she had ever felt. It wasn't even this good on the rare occasions she masturbated.
"Yeah," Harry happily answered. "We can be there for each other and spend some alone time together, so we don't get lonely," he said, kissing her other knee. His hands gripped her ankles, and he slowly slid them up the backs of her calves. When his fingers brushed against the undersides of her knees, Hermione shuddered violently. Her legs parted slightly, and Hermione could smell the scent of her arousal filling their small compartment. She was suddenly flooded with embarrassment, as she knew Harry could smell it, too. However, he didn't seem to mind. He leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee. The sight of his head between her legs made her tremble.
"I s-suppose that will be okay," she stuttered while he slowly kissed his way down the inside of her thigh. "It's always nice to make new friends," was the first thing that came to mind.
"Don't you worry, Hermione. We're going to be great friends," she heard him say before he kissed her panty-covered clit. Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she spread her legs as wide as they could possibly go.
"Oh, god!" she gasped and then squeaked as she experienced an orgasm. Harry's face was pressed right up against her, laying kisses along her damp panties.
Harry rubbed the little bump in her panties and found her clit. Andromeda had really taught him how important it was. She was always begging him to lick and suck on it. Harry hooked his finger under the crotch of Hermione's panties, pulled them aside, and her perfect pink slit came into view. Her smooth, hairless lips were plump and shiny with wetness, and her inner lips just barely peeked out from between them. Her clit was hard and swollen, and when he brushed his thumb over it, Hermione squealed and bucked. He could hear her breathing heavily and see how wet she was. Grabbing her around the front of her thighs, Harry pulled her body closer to him. His head dipped, and he licked all the way up her damp slit. Hermione gasped loudly as he tasted her for the first time. Her hands gripped his hair roughly just as his tongue reached her clit. He flicked it over the hard bead, causing her lower half to jerk upward. Hermione smeared her pussy juice up his face, and Harry had to hold her steady while wrapping his lips around her clit.
Hermione had never dreamed of such pleasure. The sensation of his lips down there was almost too much to handle. It felt so good that she was quickly growing lightheaded. Though she couldn't see what was going on down there, she could hear him sucking and could definitely feel the pleasure. His tongue explored every nook and cranny between her legs, but her favorite was when he used it to massage her clit. She had already experienced one orgasm, and now another was rapidly approaching. Her fingers clenched into fists, and she hoped she wasn't hurting him too much by tugging his hair. Her hips were bucking, and her pussy was rubbing against every inch of his face. Harry was greedily slurping up all her juices. When his lips found her clit again, Hermione couldn't take it any more. She cried out as little squirts of pussy juice sprayed Harry in the face. He continued to suck on it, not caring he had just been squirted by her. "Please …" Hermione cried out through ragged breaths. "Please, Harry … Need … A … Break," she begged between breaths. Harry pulled off her clit and lovingly kissed her smooth mound. Hermione mewled cutely from the intimate action.
She looked at Harry, who was wiping his face with the back of his hand. Hermione blushed deeply at the sight of his wet face and lips. She had made a mess of him. Harry then surprised her by scooping her up and sitting her on his lap. She felt his hard cock pressing against her bottom. Hermione squirmed against it, trying to get comfortable while Harry caressed her inner thigh.
"Why don't we get to know each other better?" Harry suggested. Hermione thought that was mental. He had just finished licking and sucking on her most intimate body part. She figured they were well beyond that. Before she could answer, Harry kissed her.
Hermione moaned into his mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, but that didn't stop her from deepening the kiss. Harry's hands explored her body, and Hermione let him. His fingers danced along her soft skin, making her purr into his mouth. Hermione couldn't believe her Hogwarts adventure had started out this way, and she was eager to see how much more fun could be had.
Chapter 3
Hermione's back arched, and she ground her pillowy ass hard into his crotch. She was on his lap with his lips attached to the side of her neck while his hand was stuffed down the front of her panties. His other hand was under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her slim belly. Harry quickly discovered that Hermione loved having her belly button played with. He made sure to keep that in mind for later. His fingers slid across her soaking wet womanhood, from her asshole up to her clit. He rubbed the damp bead and ran each finger over it. Hermione mewled with pleasure and squirmed against him. He rolled her swollen clit between his fingers, making her body tremble. Hermione cried out and came again for what must have been the dozenth time over the last few hours. Her body quivered, and Harry cupped her naked pussy in the palm of his hand, as though he owned it. He let his thumb continuously graze her throbbing clit, making her squeak and squirm. He could taste the salt on her normally sweet skin. All the orgasms had made her sweat. Suddenly, the train whistled, letting them know they were nearly in Hogsmeade. Harry pressed his lips against hers and kissed her fiercely. Hermione moaned into his mouth and rubbed her pussy all over his palm.
"We're almost at the station. You need to get ready," he told her, patting her pussy. Hermione gasped and jumped from his lap. As she landed on her feet, her skirt was still up, and he had a perfect view of her jiggly butt cheeks. This sight made him smirk with delight as she fixed her panties and pulled her skirt down.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" she panicked and went straight for her trunk. Harry saw she was having a hard time getting into it, so he stood up and pulled her trunk down for her. Hermione whipped the top open and fished out one of her new Hogwarts robes.
"I just heard the whistle," Harry said, chuckling at her. He got into his trunk and pulled out his robe. There was nothing special about his robe. It was similar to the ones he wore in his old world. Hermione's, however, made him raise an eyebrow. It looked more like a short dress than a robe. It was form-fitting and showed off her hourglass figure. It wasn't scandalously short but reached a little more than mid-thigh.
"I can't believe this! We're going to be late and …" Hermione went on while slamming the lid of her trunk shut. Harry laughed and shook his head at her antics.
"Relax, Hermione. We have five or so more minutes until we reach Hogsmeade. See? The train is now just starting to slow down," he told her while she sat back down and put her heels on.
"I'm so nervous," Hermione said as she buckled her shoes around her ankles. "There was nothing in the book about the Sorting Ceremony."
"I'm sure it'll be a simple process," he calmly told her while cleaning up the empty snack wrappers from the floor. He listened to her nervously go on and on until the train reached the station. "Alright, time to go. Leave your trunk. The elves will deliver it to your room," he reminded her.
"Stay close to me?" she practically begged, turning her big, beautiful eyes on him. Harry smiled kindly and gave her a loving hug.
"Sure," he simply said. Hermione smiled prettily and hugged him back.
The pair left their compartment and joined the rest of the excited crowd. Hermione was tightly clutching his arm as they slowly made their way off the train. "Firs' years, over 'ere!" Harry heard Hagrid's booming voice. He smiled and led Hermione over to him. "Come on! This way!" Hagrid said after everyone joined him.
They walked the short distance to the docks, where dozens of small boats were waiting. "No more than four to a boat," Hagrid instructed.
"Come on," Harry said, helping Hermione into a boat.
"Mind if we join you?" a familiar voice made Harry look over. Ron and Neville were standing there, waiting to get on. Neville looked very nervous as he stared at the black water of the lake.
"Sure. Hop in," Harry smiled at the pair. Ron smiled and jumped in, making the boat rock precariously.
"Hey! Careful!" Hermione squeaked and gripped the side of the boat. Neville was slow to get in but eventually made it. It wasn't long after that the boats began sailing themselves across the lake.
"Ron Weasley!" Ron introduced himself, holding his hand out. Harry shook it.
"Harry Potter. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Neville Longbottom," Neville said, and gasped when a large tentacle protruded from the water's surface before splashing back down.
"Don't worry. That's just the giant squid," Harry told him.
"Won' hurt a fly, tha' one," Hagrid assured him as his boat caught up with theirs.
"This is Hermione Granger," Harry introduced her to the boys.
"What House do you think you're going to be put in? I'm hoping for Gryffindor, but my brothers say I'm a Hufflepuff for sure," Ron said, looking very much like he didn't like that idea.
"I'll probably end up in Hufflepuff, too," Neville said sadly. "My Gran will never let me hear the end of it."
"I dunno. I guess I'll just have to wait and see," Harry told them.
"Do either of you know how the decision is made? There was nothing about it in Hogwarts: A History," Hermione asked.
"Fred and George … those are my brothers … said we have to duel Dumbledore one-on-one. I hope that's not true. I don't know many spells," Ron nervously stated, rolling his beat-up wand between his fingers. Neville looked slightly green under the moonlight.
"That can't be true," Hermione said, looking nervous as well. "Can it?" she asked, looking to Harry for an answer.
"I doubt it. I think Ron's brothers are just playing a joke," Harry chuckled.
"Probably. They're always taking the mickey out of me," Ron sighed, looking relieved that he wouldn't have to have an epic duel with the headmaster in front of everyone. Just then, Hogwarts came into view. Hermione gasped at the sight of the castle. Practically every window was lit up, creating a majestic sight.
"Wow!" she gasped. Similar responses were heard from the other boats. Everyone stared at the castle as they moved closer and closer.
"Watch yer heads!" Hagrid called out as they entered the underground docks. Everyone stooped low to avoid scraping the tops of their heads. The boats came to a stop, and Harry was the first to hop out onto the rocks. He held out his hand, and Hermione gratefully took it. He helped her onto the rocks and then the stone stairs. Behind him, he heard a splash. He looked back to see Neville shaking water from his soggy shoe. They climbed the stairs and waited on the stone platform. One after another, the rest of the students joined them. Ron found his way to Harry's side. A few minutes later, McGonagall opened the door and took it from there.
The Sorting Ceremony wasn't anything special. It went almost exactly as it had the last time he experienced it. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville were all sorted into Gryffindor. Both Ron and Neville looked extremely relieved, and Fred and George booed their brother as he sat down. Of course, Percy smiled and clapped politely. Hermione was very pleased when Harry was sorted into her new House. Harry and the Sorting Hat had had a nice conversation. The hat was intrigued by what it saw in his brain. It promised to keep his secret.
The only thing different was when Daphne Greengrass's name was called. The crowd quieted and began whispering. "That's the Girl-Who-Lived!" Ron told him as they waited in line, eagerly staring at Daphne. This was quite a surprise to Harry. Since Fate said he wouldn't be the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry just assumed there wouldn't be one. It seemed he was wrong.
Daphne tried her best to look confident, but he could tell she was very nervous. She walked up to the stool with everyone watching and put the Sorting Hat on her head. Harry waited, along with everyone else. Daphne scrunched up her face and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Better be … GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. The Gryffindor table exploded with cheers, with Fred and George leading the way. The twins got up and hooked arms around each other's elbows.
"We got Greengrass! We got Greengrass!" they sang as they danced in a circle. Daphne removed the hat, hopped off the stool, and joined her new house.
When the Welcoming Feast finally ended, Dumbledore cleared his throat as the students began to rise. "If any student would like to upgrade their room to a Deluxe Suite, please see their Head of House. I assure you, the gold will go to a worthy cause," the old man smiled.
"C'mon, Harry! Let's go see Professor McGonagall," Hermione said, grabbing his wrist. She pulled him over to McGonagall, who had moved to a table in the corner of the Great Hall.
"Are you looking to upgrade?" she asked, looking at them over her specs.
"Yes, Professor," Hermione said happily. McGonagall smiled and gestured for them to sit down.
"Excellent! It will be fifty galleons for the year," she said. Hermione pulled out a pre-counted sack of coins and handed it to her. McGonagall counted them out while Harry removed some coins from his overloaded bag. He counted them out and arranged them in five stacks of ten. Once she was done with Hermione's, she wrote her name down in her book and handed her a piece of paper. She then counted out Harry's.
"There you are, Mr. Potter. I believe room eight will suit you well. Your trunk will be waiting when you arrive," she smiled at Harry.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, standing up. There were other students forming a line behind them. The pair got up and let two others take their place.
"Room eight? I got room seven! We're going to be right beside each other!" Hermione declared, clearly pleased that her new friend would be her next-door neighbor. Harry smiled at the pretty girl and rubbed her back. They joined the crowd of Gryffindors who were impatiently waiting for everyone who wanted to upgrade.
"You got a Deluxe Suite?" Ron asked. Harry nodded. He sighed. "I wish I could. The only way I could afford that is if I robbed Gringotts.
"From what I heard, the rooms aren't anything special. They're just a little bigger with an attached bathroom," Harry chuckled, trying to make him feel better. It seemed the Weasleys were just as poor in this world. Thankfully, Ron didn't appear all that jealous. He was just happy he was sorted into the same house as the rest of his family.
"How come you didn't get a room, Neville?" Harry asked him. The Longbottoms weren't super wealthy, but from what he knew, they did have a good amount of gold in the bank.
"My Gran gave me gold to last until Christmas break. She said if I wanted a room, I'd have to take it out of that. I'd rather keep the extra fifty galleons and spend them at Hogsmeade. There's supposed to be a potion shop where you can order exotic magical plants," he said excitedly. Harry guessed Neville was pretty much the same as before.
"So we can go to Hogsmeade?" Harry asked. Last time, only third years and above got to go. Percy puffed up his chest and stepped into his role as Prefect. He had the badge on his chest and everything.
"The students are allowed to visit the village every Saturday and Sunday from nine in the morning until five in the afternoon," he explained. The students who didn't know suddenly got very excited at the prospect.
As soon as everyone was done upgrading, Percy and the female Prefect led the new students to Gryffindor Tower. Harry noticed that Daphne was quiet and mostly kept to herself. When they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Percy pompously gave the password.
"Leaping Toadstools," he said, and the portrait swung open. "Remember the password. You can't get into the Common Room without it. The password is changed weekly."
The Common Room looked pretty much the same. The only difference he spotted was an extra archway between the archways leading to the male and female dorms. Percy pointed to the three archways. "The left one leads to the boys' rooms. The girls' are on the right. The middle passage leads to the Deluxe Suites. Those who will be staying in the suites, please follow me."
"I'll see you in a bit," Harry told Ron and Neville. Harry and Hermione followed the Prefects through the passage until it spread into a wide hallway. The floor was covered in plush, scarlet carpeting, and various paintings hung on the wall on the right side of the hallway. The left side was filled with a long row of numbered doors.
"Everyone should know their room number. Gryffindor Prefects occupy rooms one through six," he stated with a smug look. Percy certainly loved being a Prefect. "You can invite anyone you'd like into your room, just please, use discretion. If you have any problems or questions, don't be afraid to knock on our doors. We're here to help," he nodded and went to his room, leaving everyone to find their own rooms.
Harry then got his first good look at the group that would be occupying the suites. He quickly noticed that almost all of them were female. "Where are all the boys?" Harry asked, confused. An older girl giggled.
"It's always like this. Boys who can afford it usually ask their parents for the gold and then save it for Hogsmeade. Girls prefer the rooms. There's way more space, and having a private bathroom is an absolute must," she filled him in. Many of the girls nodded their heads or verbally agreed.
There weren't very many people renting the rooms, and out of the group, he only knew Hermione, Daphne, Angelina Johnson, Lavender Brown, and the Patils. The rest were older girls with a few boys sprinkled in.
"I'm going to go see my room," Hermione excitedly told him. Harry nodded and followed her to his room. He reached the door with a gold plate attached that was etched with an "8". Harry turned the knob and entered.
His first impression was that the room was way better than the dorm he used to share. It was spacious with a large, comfortable bed on the left side. The headboard was pressed against the center of the left wall, and a pair of nightstands stood on each side. Along the right wall was a dresser, an empty bookcase, and a large desk. On the back wall was a large fireplace with a door on each side. Harry checked the left door and discovered a large, walk-in closet. The right door was the bathroom.
The bathroom definitely impressed him. It had the standard toilet, sink, and shower, but it also had a massive stone tub built into the floor that looked like it could comfortably fit five people. He could tell that the sink and shower were made of expensive white marble. Harry returned to the room and noticed a piece of parchment on one of the nightstands. He picked it up and read it. It was a note explaining the features of the room. There were two easy spells for turning the lights on and off. Harry pulled out his wand and found them very easy to perform. The note explained that the House Elves would clean his room and clothes daily. It also explained how the bathroom tub doubled as a hot tub and how to use it. It then explained about the anti-theft protections and various privacy wards. One of the most useful of the wards was the alarm ward. It would automatically go off one hour before breakfast and could be turned on and off with a simple spell. Harry smiled and put the note in his desk drawer. He had only been in there a few minutes and could already tell it was well worth the gold. Harry removed his robe and spent the next half hour going through his trunk and putting his stuff away. Not long after, Harry heard a knock at the door.
Assuming it was Hermione, he was slightly surprised to see Daphne Greengrass at his door. Harry smiled kindly at her.
"Hi," he happily greeted her.
"Hello," she said, sounding a bit nervous. "I was wondering if you could help me. I have a case of books in my trunk, and it's too heavy for me to get out," she admitted. Her cheeks had turned slightly pink.
"Yeah, of course. Lead the way," Harry said, happy to lend a hand. Daphne graced him with a small smile and nodded. "I'm Harry Potter, by the way," he introduced himself.
"Daphne Greengrass," she replied. "I'm in the room next door … Room Nine," she told him as Harry joined her in the hall.
"That's good to know," Harry replied as Daphne opened her door and let him in. Her room looked identical to his, and he guessed it was the same with all the others.
Daphne looked really good. He hadn't paid attention to what she was wearing, but now that he had, he could feel himself beginning to stir. Daphne wore a very short pair of shorts that clung to her form like spandex. From the front, he could see the V shape between her legs, and from behind, the bottom of her ass cheeks were hanging out. Harry could see the shape of her pussy lips, so he knew she wasn't wearing panties. Her top half was covered in a white tank top that showed off a generous amount of cleavage. It wasn't just her body that looked good. Her face was classically beautiful. Her dark eyes were big and inviting, and just below them was a small, cute nose. Her pink lips were full and ready to be kissed, and her straight black hair ran down her back like a silk sheet. She was a very attractive girl.
She led him to her trunk and pointed at the offending wooden case. "It's that one. It's supposed to be magically lightened, but I think I may have packed too many books," she embarrassingly admitted. Harry good-naturedly chuckled.
"You wouldn't be the first person I know to do that," he assured her, trying to alleviate her embarrassment. Harry gripped the sides of the wooden chest and lifted.
"Holy crap! You weren't kidding. This thing weighs a ton!" he grunted. Daphne blushed even harder.
"Sorry," she apologized.
"No worries. Where do you want it?" he asked. Daphne jogged over to her desk and patted the top. Harry nearly dropped the chest when he saw her pillowy cheeks bouncing around in her shorts. That short journey caused the material to bunch up between her cheeks and expose more of her jiggly ass.
"Right here is fine," she told him. Harry set it down on the desk, and Daphne opened the lock. "I would have just pulled the books out first, but I couldn't reach the lock when it was down in my trunk," she explained. When she opened the chest, her eyes widened, and her cheeks burned red. Sitting on top of a row of neatly stacked books was a hot pink rubber toy around six inches in length. Harry's cheeks hurt from the wide smile on his face. Daphne squeaked in embarrassment and slammed the lip shut. She had clearly forgotten where she had stored it.
"Now, now, Daphne," Harry teased. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?" he asked, chortling.
Daphne rounded on him. Her face was bright red, but she shot him a look that said she wasn't impressed with his joke. She confrontationally placed her hands on her hips.
"Very funny," she said evenly as her eyes narrowed. "And I wouldn't have to use that if you wizards were of any use to us girls."
"Hey, don't throw me in with that camp. Not all of us are useless where it counts," he defended himself, still chuckling. Daphne snorted.
"Yeah, right, Potter. I'm sure you're just like the rest … walking around with a rotten flobberworm in your trousers," she spat while tapping her bare foot on the carpeted floor.
"Don't be so sure," he smiled at the girl. Harry's eyes were twinkling madly. "That sexy little outfit has grown my flobberworm into a basilisk," Harry joked, eyeing her gorgeous body. Daphne had an incredible hourglass figure. Her tits were big, her waist was slim, and her hips were wide.
"Pffft!" She barely stopped herself from laughing. "Basilisk? More like a baby garden snake."
"If you're so sure, why don't you come here and find out?" Harry asked with a smirk. Daphne raised an eyebrow before a wicked smile stretched across her lovely face.
"Okay, Potter. I'll tell you what," she said in a sing-song voice while walking over to her desk chair. She turned the chair to face him and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. "Take off your clothes. When I see that pathetic excuse for a penis dangling over your shriveled, grape-sized balls, you have to take all my books out of the chest and neatly arrange them in the bookcase while I laugh and point at it the entire time," she said, crossing her arms over her chest while bouncing her foot.
Daphne smirked. What he didn't know was that there were nearly two hundred books in her chest. She looked forward to having him stand there, sad and naked, while organizing every single one. It would teach him a lesson for lying to her. Harry smiled at her and removed his shirt. Daphne watched, eyeing his body. She found him pleasantly handsome and fit. He then moved to her bed and sat down. He removed his shoes and socks before standing back up. He watched her watching him while he unbuckled his trousers.
She didn't know why she had asked him to prove himself. She didn't really care what he was packing in his trousers. It always annoyed her when the females around her did nothing but talk about penises. She cared nothing about lowly two-inchers and four-inch monsters. Daphne supposed she agreed because it gave her something to do. Life as the Girl-Who-Lived was very dull and lonely. Her grandmother was very protective and often sheltered her. Because of this, she had never made many friends. If she was being honest, she didn't consider any of them friends. All they cared about was being seen with a so-called celebrity. Now that she was an adult, she looked forward to making her own choices and creating genuine, lasting relationships.
She watched him lower his zipper before tugging his trousers down his thighs. Daphne gasped, and her mouth became dry. Something sprang from his trousers and bounced around. It was monstrous. The thing sticking out from between his legs was bigger than she had ever imagined. He stepped out of his trousers and walked over to her with a cheeky smile. Daphne's eyes were locked on his crotch, following its every movement. When he reached her, he stopped. It was pointed directly at her face, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Without any input from her brain, her shaky hand reached out, and when her trembling fingers nearly touched it, she realized what she was doing and quickly pulled her hand back. She looked up at Harry with a deep blush.
"Go ahead. Make sure it's real," he said with a handsome smirk. Daphne's face flushed, and though she knew she shouldn't, she had to make sure. She reached out again and brushed her fingers along the top. It jerked against her fingers, making her lightly gasp. It was hard but also incredibly soft. His skin was hot and smooth, and she could smell its manly scent. Daphne studied it harder than any book she had ever read. Within seconds, she knew his shape and size by heart. It wasn't just his cock that was absurdly massive. His balls were like two bludgers dangling low between his legs. Daphne pressed her finger against the top and pushed it down. It sprang back up and nearly hit her in the chin. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"It's hard," she exclaimed. Daphne had seen a penis or two in her life, but they were all tiny and limp. Harry's was anything but that. It stood proudly erect with its massive, domed head nearly poking her in the face.
"Maybe it likes what it sees," Harry teased her. Daphne noticed he was looking down the top of her shirt and staring at her breasts. She blushed deeply while her fingers wrapped around his considerable length. She didn't even realize she was doing it. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. Her grandmother had warned that women her age often got aroused by the slightest touch of a handsome man. Daphne knew this to be true. She was always horny, even when she wasn't being touched. She was already on her third toy of the year, having worn out the previous two, but what she was holding in her hand was something that put her toy to shame. It was huge, hot, and real. Daphne could feel it pulsing against her palm. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and she gave it an experimental tug. Though she would never admit it to the smug git, it felt perfect in her hand. She placed her other hand on his thigh and tugged harder on his cock. His huge balls swung forward and slapped against the bottom of her wrist.
"It's so … big," was all she could say. "How is it real?" she asked no one in particular. Harry's cock went against everything she had been taught as a woman. It was like something out of a legend. One girl she knew explained in detail how she tried to give a guy a handjob.
"I used two fingers and a thumb, and it wouldn't get hard. He didn't even get hard when I took my shirt off," she had told the group, which made the girls laugh and giggle. Daphne had just snorted in amusement at the time.
'Clearly that guy wasn't Harry Potter,' Daphne thought as she watched her hand move back and forth across his shaft. It was so big that there was more than enough room for her other hand. Deciding to try it out, she placed her second hand above her first. Just as she suspected, both hands fit with extra room to spare. She pulled on it with both hands and heard him moan. Daphne looked up at him and saw that he was enjoying her treatment of his body. Her face heated up, and she felt a familiar tingle between her legs.
"Do you … umm … Would you like me to keep going?" she asked while continuing to pull and tug on his length. He smiled at her and tickled the skin underneath her chin. Daphne shuddered from the intimate action.
"Why don't we take this to the bed and get comfortable?" Harry suggested, and she swallowed loudly in response. She knew she shouldn't, but it seemed her body had already decided. She rose to her feet, one hand firmly grasping his cock. Harry placed his hands on her hips and slowly moved them under her tank top and up her sides. Daphne's eyes fluttered and closed as his fingers danced across her warm skin. He never saw him lean in and press his lips to hers. Her lips parted, and she deepened the kiss. Her hand left his cock, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her mind was practically blank. She couldn't believe this was happening to her on her first day at Hogwarts. His lips were soft and warm, and his tongue felt wonderful as it brushed against hers. She must have been moving because the back of her legs hit the bed. Harry's lips were devouring hers when he lifted the bottom of her top. It climbed up her belly, and Daphne lifted her arms and let him remove it. She gasped into his mouth when he grabbed her ass and pulled her right up against him. Her nipples were stiff and sent spikes of pleasure racing down to her pussy whenever they rubbed against his chest. He softly pushed her hips, making her sit down on the edge of her bed.
Daphne stared up at him in wonder. Her eyes were the size of saucers, and her lips were slightly swollen from their moment of fun. Harry moved forward and stood between her parted legs. His hand touched her chest, and he gently pushed her onto her back. He then grabbed her under her arms and scooted her body further up the bed. Daphne was breathing heavily, unable to comprehend how fast things were moving. Harry hovered over her and leaned down. He softly kissed her lips, but instead of deepening the kiss, he started kissing down her chest. Daphne moaned and arched her back when his lips reached her breasts. There was hardly an inch of skin that Harry's lips didn't touch. He kissed all around her nipples and sucked on the underside of her naked tits. Daphne moaned and tried to push his head down. She needed his lips on her nipples. Harry happily complied with her wishes.
"You have such pretty little nipples," she heard him say as he kissed around her areolas, skipping the tips entirely.
"Harry!" she whined and angled her chest so her nipple touched his lips. Harry chuckled and kissed the hard nub, which made Daphne gasp in pleasure. His lips engulfed it, and she felt his tongue wiggling around and tickling it. Just then, she felt his hand slide down her belly. His fingers broke through the last barrier of protection. They slipped under the waistband of her shorts and glided across her hairless mound. His fingers expertly found her slit, and he started massaging her wet lips and throbbing clit. It only took a few seconds for her to cum on his fingers.
"Hhhnnnnng!" she heard herself make an embarrassing noise as she tried to keep herself screaming in pleasure. Her hips bucked so hard that his hand was forced from her shorts. She squeaked and squealed as her body spasmed. Harry's lips never left her tits. He licked and sucked every bit he could reach. As her body began to calm, he let go of her nipple and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. He tugged them down her thighs and quickly pulled them from her feet. Daphne squeaked in embarrassment and closed her legs, hiding her pussy from view. Harry towered over her, staring at her naked body while stroking his giant manhood. Harry's eyes lowered to her legs, and Daphne knew exactly what he was waiting for. She had to make a decision. She could tell him everything was moving too fast, and she needed time to get to know him better. Of course, if she did, he could very well move on to the next girl and forget all about her. Her pussy was throbbing and leaking all over the crotch of her shorts. The burning desire she felt was too much to handle by herself. She desperately needed relief. Making her decision, Daphne slowly opened her legs, exposing her pink slit to someone for the first time in her life. Harry stared at her wet pussy. His hand jerked and tugged on his meat. He then looked her in the eyes, and she blushed deeply while keeping her legs spread for him. He crawled on top of her and settled between her legs. As the head of his cock brushed against her pussy, Daphne knew her night was just getting started.