Chapter 7
Harry moved his chess piece and sat back on the cushy chair by the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron rubbed his chin in thought and called out his next move. The bishop ran over to his pawn and clobbered it over the head. The pawn swooned for a second and tumbled over. He was doing particularly badly at wizard's chess that game, and it was all due to Angelina and her friends. Harry heard them laugh again, and when he looked over, he saw that Angelina had climbed onto a love seat backward. Her knees were on the cushion, and her hands were gripping the backrest. She then began bouncing her hips, causing her large, wide ass to shake and jiggle wildly. Katie Bell laughed and pulled up the back of Angelina's short skirt, exposing her naked ass to the room. Alicia Spinnet giggled madly and smacked Angelina's fat ass, causing her jiggly cheeks to ripple. Harry noticed that Angie's ass was pointed directly at him, giving him the perfect view. It was almost as if she were intentionally trying to entice him.
"Your move, mate," Ron reminded him while staring down at the board.
Harry found it amazing that Ron and all the other boys in the Common Room were ignoring the sexy shenanigans going on. Had this been the other Ron, he would likely have blown a load straight into his trousers, and frankly, Harry wouldn't have blamed him. Harry couldn't stop staring at Angelina's fat ass as it bounced and gyrated. Her thick cheeks repeatedly spread apart, showing off her tight asshole and bald pussy lips. Harry could even hear her fleshy cheeks clapping loudly with every thrust of her hips. It was music to his ears. "What do you think about Angelina?" Harry asked Ron, jerking his thumb toward her.
Ron turned his head and looked. Alicia had two handfuls of Angelina's cheeks and was jiggling them up and down while Katie laughed loudly. Katie was bouncing her hips from side to side, performing a sexy little dance and causing her skirt to lift up enough to show her hairless mound. He looked for no longer than a second before turning his attention back to the game. "I hear she's pretty good at Quidditch. I can't wait until the first game of the year," Ron stated happily. "I might try out for the team next year," he added. Harry sighed and shook his head. There was no saving him. He looked around the room and found that all the other guys were ignoring the dancing trio as well. Harry quickly made his move before turning his attention back to the playful group of women.
He discovered that the only girl who could grab his attention was, in fact, the Girl Who Lived, Daphne Greengrass, and it wasn't because of how sexy she was.
"There's Daphne!" Ron suddenly said, perking up immediately when Daphne walked into the room. Her long, black hair flowed down her back like a silk curtain and bounced with every step. Daphne's large breasts bounced around in her partially unbuttoned blouse, and with every step she took, it looked like they might pop right out of the top. Her red and black plaid skirt was so short that it showed off the entirety of her flawlessly smooth legs. "It must be brilliant to be so famous," Ron sighed, and Harry could hear the longing in his voice. Harry rolled his eyes.
"It's probably not as fun as you might think," Harry wisely stated, and Ron looked at him like he was mental.
"Are you kidding?!" Ron asked incredulously. "I bet she's invited to every professional Quidditch game in the country," he said, shaking his head. Harry snorted amusedly. Leave it to Ron to be so materialistic, Harry thought as he made his next move.
"Why don't you try to be friends with her?" Harry asked him. "Maybe she'd invite you to those Quidditch games," he helpfully added.
"I tried to be friends with her, and she just rolled her eyes and walked away. It was kind of rude, to be honest," Ron explained, still staring at Daphne as she sat down and opened up a book. She crossed one leg over the other, and they almost got an eyeful of everything she had to offer.
"Did you immediately ask to see her scar?" Harry guessed, and Ron confirmed it by nodding.
"Yeah," he said, still staring at the Girl Who Lived. "I bet it looks wicked."
"The next time you talk to her, maybe don't bring up anything that has to do with the Girl Who Lived. Ask her if she likes Quidditch, what her favorite classes are, or what books she likes to read," Harry suggested. This time, it was Ron who snorted amusedly.
"Yeah … Like THAT would work," Ron sarcastically said while rolling his eyes. "Face it, mate. She's just too stuck up to talk to any of us unpopular 'losers'," he sourly stated, making air quotes with his fingers at the word loser. Harry chuckled and shook his head. Ron still had a lot to learn … especially about women.
"I don't think she's stuck up," Harry good-naturedly defended her. Ron snorted again.
"Sure, mate … Whatever you say," Ron said, eyeing up Daphne, who was quietly reading her book and ignoring Angelina's group's noisy antics. "If she's so easy to talk to, why don't you go over there and chat her up?" Ron challenged him. Harry hid the smile that was threatening to spread across his face.
"You know what? I think I will," Harry politely said, accepting the challenge. Harry stood up and confidently strolled over to where Daphne was sitting. As he approached, she looked up from her book and looked relieved when she saw it was him. Her book snapped shut as he sat down beside her. He was so close to her that the side of his leg was pressed against hers. He could smell her pleasant perfume and feel the heat radiating from her gorgeous body. Harry smiled kindly at her.
"Hey, Daphne," he said softly. Daphne's cheeks instantly turned a shade of soft pink, and a slight smile spread across her lovely face.
"Hi, Harry," she quietly greeted him.
"I had a lot of fun with you the other night," he told her, and Daphne's cheeks burned a bright pink. She began slightly squirming in her seat when reminded of their passion-filled night together. She suddenly looked a bit shy.
"I had fun with you, too," she quietly confessed while shyly looking at him. Harry smiled at her and placed his hand on her knee. He began lightly caressing her smooth skin with his fingertips. Daphne closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath.
"I was hoping we could spend some more time together," he said, moving the hair from her shoulder and leaning in. Daphne gasped as he lightly kissed the side of her neck. His hand left her knee and slowly climbed up her soft thigh.
"S-Sure, Harry … Whenever you w-want," Daphne slightly stuttered as he played her body like a fiddle. Harry smiled against her sweet-smelling skin and lightly nipped at her neck, causing Daphne to quietly squeak and jump in her seat. Harry pressed his lips harder to her neck and sucked on her delicate skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and the smell of her arousal was growing stronger. Although part of that might have been Angelina, Harry figured. Her ass cheeks were still flapping away, spreading the scent of her horny pussy all throughout the Common Room. Harry wondered if that was her intent. Maybe she was spreading the smell of a warm, wet pussy to anyone willing to take her up on her offer. Harry certainly would have, but he had his hands full at the moment.
"Tomorrow night," Harry told her. His hand was so high up her thigh that his fingertips brushed her damp pussy lips. Daphne's eyes fluttered, and he could tell she was trying hard not to moan in front of everyone. "I'll stop by your room about ten," he said, kissing his way up her neck and then along her jaw. Daphne whimpered cutely while his fingers teased her clit. "Is that okay?" he asked her.
"Y-Yes!" Daphne gasped and shuddered. She then squealed and bucked in her seat. Her legs snapped shut, trapping his hand between them. It was obvious she had just had a small orgasm, and Harry chuckled.
"Great," he said as his lips neared hers. "I'll be there."
Harry then pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. Daphne squeaked into his mouth as she continued to cum. When her mouth opened, Harry deepened the kiss, and before long, he was sucking on her tongue. Harry then broke their kiss and gave her clit one last flick, making her moan. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and kissed her forehead while she shuddered and spasmed in her seat. Harry got up with a smile and began walking back to a wide-eyed Ronald Weasley. All around them, Gryffindor females of all years stared at Harry in shock before turning their jealous gazes on Daphne. Harry plopped down in his seat and sighed happily.
"See, Ron … It wasn't so hard," Harry told him with a smirk. "All you have to do is talk about something she enjoys, and she'll respond nicely." Of course, he didn't mention that he had just talked to Daphne about him pounding her pussy again. That was something Daphne definitely enjoyed.
"Mate …" he said in shock. He then cleared his throat, and Harry saw a bit of jealousy on his face. "So, what? You two are friends now?" he asked. Harry shrugged.
"We're having a sleepover tomorrow night, so I suppose we are," Harry told him. Ron immediately perked up.
"Maybe I can come and talk to Daph…" Ron began, but Harry quickly dashed his dreams.
"Sorry, mate. It's a private party. She wants to … explore … our new friendship," Harry said, putting it nicely. Ron huffed and crossed his arms.
"Brilliant," he said sourly. "Just brilliant. What about me? I want to be her friend, too."
Harry shrugged. "Try talking to her like someone who wants to be her friend instead of a daft fanboy," he suggested. Ron quieted down and thought about it for a second.
"You really think that will work?" he asked.
"It'll work better than asking her about her scar. I promise you that," Harry confirmed.
"I guess I have nothing to lose," Ron relented and looked slightly hopeful. Harry gave him the best advice he could. Now, it was up to him. Harry knew that Ron was a good guy. He was just misguided and could occasionally have bouts of jealousy. Hopefully, this older version of Ron could grow out of it much quicker than the younger one did.
"That's the spirit," Harry happily said and pulled a couple of packs of Chocolate Frogs out of his pocket. He tossed one to Ron, who gratefully thanked him.
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After finishing up with Ron, Harry went to Hermione's room to see what she was up to. He guessed she was diligently working on an essay that was due next week. However, when he walked into her room, he was surprised to see that she wasn't in there. He closed the door behind him and walked further in. Harry noticed her shirt and skirt on the floor by her bed. As he got closer to the bathroom door, he heard the shower running. Harry smiled and pulled his wand out of his pocket. He placed it on the bedside table before quickly stripping down. He lay down on her bed and waited for the sexy bookworm to finish her shower. Just thinking about Hermione's naked, soapy body was causing his cock to stiffen. He couldn't help but wrap his hand around it and give it a few tugs while picturing Hermione lathering her tight body. He heard the shower turn off, and a few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Hermione stepped out with a towel wrapped around her head and another wrapped around her body. Hermione spotted him and squeaked in surprise. "Harry! You startled me," she chastised him, breathing heavily with her hand over her heart. She then noticed his state of undress.
Her chocolate brown eyes immediately lowered, and he could see that she was staring directly at his massive erection. Harry's hand continued to pump his pole while he eyed up her damp cleavage and naked thighs. "Sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought we could hang out before dinner," Harry said, looking up at her face. Hermione's cheeks turned a rosy pink, and she couldn't stop herself from constantly glancing at his cock.
Though she tried not to show it, Hermione was nearly overcome with excitement. She hadn't had much alone time with him in the last few days, and she was starting to fear that he might have gotten bored with her. She had never been more glad to see that she was wrong in her entire life. The long, thick cock in his hand only proved he wasn't bored with her body. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the bottom of the towel wrapped around her midsection. "That would be nice," she said, her voice sounding a bit shaky. Harry smiled happily and sat up.
He grabbed his wand off her nightstand and flicked it in her direction. She felt the towel get pulled off her head, and her damp hair cascaded down her back. Harry gave his wand a twist, and Hermione's hair began lifting and fluttering as though it were caught in a warm, dry wind. Within a few seconds, her hair was completely dry. She ran her hand down it and smiled. "That's brilliant, Harry! Can you teach me that spell?" she asked hopefully. It would be quite handy to have in her magical repertoire.
"Sure. It's not hard to perform," Harry said as Hermione walked up to the side of her bed. As she did, her towel drooped a bit, revealing the upper portions of her light pink areolas. He loved the way her breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked.
Harry reached out and grabbed the bottom of her towel. He pulled it from her body, exposing her to the room. He was glad to see that Hermione was getting more comfortable showing off her curvy body. She didn't try to hide her nudity from him as she leaned over to climb on the bed. Her large breasts dangled tantalizingly, urging him to reach out and touch one. He cupped her breast and slid his fingers over her light pink nipple. The crinkled tip instantly became as hard as a rock, and Hermione shuddered when he lightly pinched it. He rolled the hard tip between his fingers and gave it a little tug. "Mmm, Harry," Hermione moaned while standing still. He loved the way she just stood there and let him fondle her gorgeous body.
Sliding an arm around her waist, Harry pulled her onto the bed and rolled her to the other side of him. He ran his hand down her belly and over her hip. He caressed her damp thigh while Hermione arched her back and spread her legs. Her pussy was damp as well, but for a very different reason. He could smell the heady scent of her arousal wafting up from between her parted thighs. It was clear that she was ready for him. Harry threw a leg over her waist, and Hermione looked at him questioningly. "Your tits look so damn good that I just have to try them out," Harry teased.
As Harry scooted further up her body until his cock was lying between her breasts, Hermione finally realized what he wanted. She blushed deeply while letting him do whatever he wanted.
"Whatever you want, Harry," she breathlessly stated. She could feel his fat sack tickling the delicate skin of her upper belly as he moved into position. With his fully-erect cock sandwiched between her tits, Hermione assumed he would start thrusting, but instead, he grabbed her hands and placed them on the outside of her breasts.
"Push them together," he instructed her. Hermione immediately did as she was told. She mashed her breasts together, forming a tight space for Harry to fuck. Hermione watched Harry perform a complicated movement with his wand before pointing at her breasts. Clear, thick liquid began spurting out of the tip, covering her breasts. She quickly realized that Harry had just conjured some type of lubricant, and she instantly thought about asking him for the spell. The fact that he had just covered her chest with lubricant after having just taken a shower never crossed her mind. She was too excited about being naked in the same bed with him again. Harry put his wand on the corner of the mattress and slowly began thrusting his hips.
Hermione stared at her oiled breasts with wide eyes as the head and several more inches of his thick cock burst through the top of her cleavage. It continued coming at her until the head bumped into her lower lip, and Hermione got her first taste of the lubricant. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that it tasted good. It was sweet and a bit fruity. Harry's hips pulled back, and the head moved away from her lips. When it returned, Hermione flicked her tongue along the underside of his head, enjoying the taste. Harry seemed to really like that.
"That's really good, Hermione. Keep doing that," Harry moaned and began fucking her tits harder. He leaned forward and slipped his hand under the back of her head, tilting it toward him. Harry's cock immediately slid into her mouth, and he started fucking both her tits and mouth at the same time.
Harry was having the time of his life when a soft pop made him look over. Standing beside the bed was a House Elf holding a folded note. "Mr. Harry Potter, sir!" he squeaked, holding out the note. "Wizzy is delivering a note from a professor, sir," he told him. "She told Wizzy to deliver it."
Harry moaned from the wonderful sensation of Hermione's oiled-up tits squeezing his shaft. Hermione squeaked in embarrassment when she saw the House Elf, but Harry shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Her tongue never stopped massaging his fat head. "Thank you, Wizzy. I'll tell the professor you did an excellent job," he assured the elf while taking the note from him. Wizzy squeaked in excitement and looked very pleased to have been commended for a job well done.
"Thank you, sir!" Wizzy said enthusiastically and disappeared with a pop.
"Mmfgmmuh," Hermione mumbled something even though her mouth was stuffed full of cock. Harry pulled his hips back, and his shaft slid from her mouth.
"What was that, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"I said, I can't believe a House Elf saw us doing this!" Hermione cried out while gasping for breath.
"I don't think they care," Harry groaned, and Hermione was just about to retort when a huge glob of cum erupted from the tip of his cock and splattered her in the face.
"EEK!" Hermione squealed and flinched when the hot shot of seed slid up her forehead and got into her freshly washed hair. Harry threw his head back and moaned when another thick load came bursting out. It slashed across Hermione's chin and dripped into her mouth. Harry's hips never stopped moving. He continued to fuck her slick, oily tits until his balls were bone dry. Once empty, Harry got off of her and studied his work. Hermione's entire face was plastered with cum.
"Was that really necessary?" Hermione groaned while wiping her face with the back of her hand. Harry was too busy settling between her spread legs to care. He penetrated her with one thrust of the hips, and Hermione immediately lost all urge to complain. Her back arched, and her body trembled. Her perky breasts jiggled sexily as she moaned like a whore.
Her wet pussy felt incredible as her inner lips desperately clung to his shaft while her silky walls squeezed and massaged him. "Harder!" Hermione gasped as her back bowed and toes curled in pleasure.
Harry responded by gripping her behind the knees and folding her body in half. With fierce thrusts, he pounded her tight cunt until her juices were dripping down his balls as they clapped against her puckered hole. He could hear their wet skin loudly smacking together, which was almost drowned out by the perverse squelching of her pussy trying to keep him in.
Hermione was desperately trying to wipe her face because every time she moaned, more of his cum would drip into her open mouth. It was kind of hard to concentrate when a fat cock was stretching her out and hitting the most pleasurable spots. Her pussy, wildly fluttering and rippling against his meat, certainly didn't help matters. "Keep gooooing!" she squealed and then gagged when a thick glob of cum slid down into the back of her throat and nearly choked her.
Harry couldn't help but laugh at his unfortunate friend. Besides all the man goo on her face, she seemed to be having a great time. Especially when Harry held her ankles, pushed her feet over her head, and furiously fucked her like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't long before Hermione was crying out while her pussy squirted around his thick meat.
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After having his way with Hermione, she was forced to take another shower, which gave him time to read the note. He opened it up and smiled when he saw it was from the sexy Astronomy professor. She all but demanded he show up after dinner for their "private tutoring lesson". There was no way he was going to miss that. Hermione exited the bathroom a few minutes later without bothering to cover herself with a towel. Harry flicked his wand at her and dried her body in an instant. Harry pulled her onto his lap and kissed her while greedily playing with her naked breasts. Hermione moaned into his mouth.
"We need to get ready," Hermione whined as Harry's hand explored her body. "It's almost time for dinner." Harry moved his lips down to her neck while he toyed with her hard nipples.
"I suppose," Harry sighed, and they stood up.
As they got dressed, Hermione asked, "Do you want to come back to my room after dinner?" He could tell that she didn't want their fun time to end.
"I don't think I can. I have a private lesson with Professor Sinistra tonight," Harry told her.
"I can't believe you have a private lesson with her," Hermione whined, clearly jealous of him getting extra time for study. "You're so lucky!"
"You have no idea," Harry smirked as he pulled up his trousers.
Chapter 8
Aurora Sinistra checked the time as she sat in her chair, impatiently tapping her fingernails on the wooden desktop. It was something she had done a dozen times over the last ten minutes. The sudden knock on the door sent her heart racing, and she quickly jumped to her feet and practically bounded for the door. When she answered it, she was extremely relieved to see the object of her recent fantasies standing there looking as handsome as ever. Just seeing him within reaching distance had her pussy tingling with desperate need. She smiled prettily at him.
"Harry," she greeted him. Just saying his name was causing her to get moist. "Please, come in," she said, trying to keep her cool. Harry returned her smile and entered. Aurora quickly closed the door behind him. She pulled her wand from her silk robe and silently locked the door. She didn't want any interruptions tonight.
"You have a lovely room, Professor," Harry said, looking around. The only feature of her room that she currently cared about was the large bed against the back wall. She had made sure to clean her room and light some incense in preparation for her big night.
"It's Aurora … Remember?" she reminded him with a sexy smile. Her eyes traveled down the back of his body, and she unapologetically checked out his ass. The only thing she wore was a very thin, semi-transparent robe that barely reached the middle of her shapely thighs. Sneakily, she let it fall open, revealing everything underneath. The entirety of her body was silky smooth. She had used a liberal amount of Madam Sleekeazy's hair removal cream before bathing. Aurora didn't want anything ruining her chance. After bathing, she rubbed hydrating oil all over her skin to make it extra soft and smooth, and it had the added benefit of making her body glisten in the firelight.
"Aurora," Harry corrected himself and turned around to face her.
Aurora shot him a smoldering look while standing there with her hip cocked to the side. Everything was on full display, and she was ecstatic to see him look her up and down, visually feasting on her naked body. His eyes were trained on her naked breasts, and she subtly shook her chest, making them bounce slightly.
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The front of Harry's trousers tightened considerably when he saw Aurora standing there with her silk robe pulled open. Her large, round breasts kept the robe from closing and hiding her glorious treasures. Her breasts were perfectly shaped without the slightest bit of sag. They stood perky and proud, jutting from her chest while lightly swaying from side to side with the tiniest movement of her body.
Her soft, silky skin was the color of coffee with plenty of cream, but her nipples were darker, like the color of milk chocolate. They were already stiff and crinkled, and the hard tips were about a centimeter in length. Her nipples were made to be sucked.
Harry lowered his eyes and examined the rest of her sexy body. Her slim belly was nice and toned, and she had a cute, little belly button that he was eager to play with. Her hips flared nicely, giving her body a gorgeous hourglass shape. Her flawlessly smooth thighs were pressed together, hiding her pussy lips from his view. All he could see was the V-shape of her hairless mound, and Harry wished that she would open her legs slightly and let him see more. Her legs were equally smooth and quite shapely. He could tell that she wore high heels very often. That was something he noticed with the other women in the castle. They all wore high heels more often than not, which made their legs look extra sexy. Aurora was no different. When he finally met her eyes again, he could see that she didn't care one bit that he was so blatantly checking her out. In fact, she looked pleased.
"I hope you don't mind the way I'm dressed, Harry. I prefer to be comfortable in the privacy of my bedroom," she explained and took a step toward him.
Her perky breasts rocked from side to side and bounced slightly as she did. Aurora got so close to him that her nipples brushed his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her mostly nude body, and he could smell the scent of her arousal quickly flooding the room. His cock strained in his trousers. She was face-to-face with him, and he could see his face reflected in her brown eyes. Her eyebrows were perfectly groomed, and her eyelashes were long and thick. Her nose was small and cute, and her cheekbones were well-defined. Her lips were what he focused on, however. They were full and shiny from the glossy lipstick she wore, and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss them.
"I don't mind. If I had a body like that, I wouldn't hide it either," Harry joked with his gorgeous professor. Aurora giggled and lightly swatted his shoulder. Her hand remained on his shoulder, where she began gently massaging it.
"You're so bad!" she giggled and placed her other hand on his other shoulder. Her tits shook and continuously rubbed against his chest.
"I'm serious," Harry teased her further. "Just look at these curves," he said, placing his hands on the upper portion of her ribcage. His thumbs brushed against the sides of her breasts as he slowly slid his hands down her sides. Aurora let out a cute gasp and squirmed while his fingers caressed her satiny, smooth skin. "You're a walking wet dream."
Harry's hands followed the curve of her sides and dipped along her slender waist before rising again when he reached her wide hips. Harry grabbed two handfuls and squeezed her thick flesh. Aurora shuddered and gripped his shoulders tightly.
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Aurora couldn't believe what she was hearing. Never in her life had a man talked to her like this. She could feel fat droplets of pussy juice streaking down the insides of her thighs as Harry complimented her body. As his fingers lightly raked against her body, her skin pleasantly tingled in their wake. Then Harry grabbed her hips and squeezed. Perverse images of Harry throwing her onto the bed and lifting her ass filled her mind. All she wanted was to feel him possessively gripping her hips as he brutally claimed her sopping wet pussy from behind. From how much her pussy was dripping, she knew her body desired the same thing.
"I-I am?" she asked, unused to hearing such compliments from men. No one had ever called her anything close to a "wet dream" before. In response, Harry twisted her hips and spun her around. His chest pressed against her back, and she could feel his trouser-covered erection poking her in the ass. Her brain practically shut down, and she went straight into whore-mode. She began grinding her fat ass against his crotch, trying to tempt him into taking her. Harry grabbed her robe on each shoulder and slid it from her body. She felt the silky fabric graze her skin as it tumbled down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her without a stitch of clothing on. She was thankful for the fire crackling merrily in her fireplace, but the room was just chilly enough to goosebump her supple skin.
"Mmhm," Harry hummed his confirmation. His hands crept over her belly and moved upward. She felt his finger dip into her belly button, making her pussy tighten and tingle. "I mean, just look at these tits. They're perfect!" he declared while cupping her naked breasts.
Her hefty tits weighed heavily against his palms, but that didn't stop him from bouncing each one up and down. He squeezed her tits and clapped them together. Aurora moaned and squeezed her legs shut. She squirmed in place and rubbed her wet thighs together. The need was becoming too much to handle. Harry then let go of her breasts, causing them to bounce around, but that didn't mean he quit playing with her body. His hands slid back down her stomach and over her hips again. Harry then began greedily groping her thighs. Aurora let out a whorish moan and opened her legs, hoping his hand would drift between them. Wet lines of pussy juice snaked down the inside of her thighs, and she knew he could feel how damp they were.
"I bet all the guys cum in their trousers every time you show this gorgeous body during class," Harry teased her while continuing to grope the insides of her thighs. His hands were dangerously close to touching her weeping slit. Aurora scoffed at his declaration while moving her hips to try to get him to touch her.
"As if," she snorted while her needy body trembled. "The men around here are useless and always have been. They wouldn't know what to do with a wet pussy if it clamped down on their sad, pathetic pricks," she stated with a bit of venom in her voice. Years of frustration with the opposite sex were finally making themselves known.
Harry removed his hands from her body, and Aurora immediately suspected that she might have offended him. Harry was a man after all, and it wasn't her intent to cast aspersions on him. He was doing everything a man SHOULD do. He was playing with her body like it was his personal toy while nearly making her cum with words alone. She quickly spun around to apologize, and her eyes widened in shock. Harry had unbuttoned his trousers and whipped out his cock. It was monstrous in size. Aurora's mouth grew dry at the sight of it. It was a perfect tube of man meat, as long and thick as her forearm. Thick veins bulged from the shaft, and his giant sack swung underneath like two wrecking balls ready to pulverize her asshole while he mercilessly pounded her aching pussy. The head of his perfect cock was magnificent. It was a large domed helmet perfectly made to spread her walls open and brutalize her unprotected g-spot. Just looking at it, Aurora could tell that she would need at least three hands to mostly cover that unwieldy beast. Harry's hand gripped the thick base, and he slowly began pumping it while staring at her naked tits.
"Does this look useless to you?" he asked. The amusement was clear in his voice. Aurora's mind had nearly gone blank. Just the sight of that massive slab of meat was enough to throw her world for a loop. Everything she thought she knew immediately went out the window, and all that mattered was getting Harry into bed and getting that thing inside of her. "H-Huh?" she dumbly asked while staring at his crotch. She didn't even notice him chuckle.
"I said … Does this look useless to you?" he asked her again. Aurora looked up at his handsome face and saw him looking back at her, his eyebrow raised. Her face grew very warm as she thought about his question. She quickly shook her head.
"No," she breathlessly answered him. "It looks … perfect. Absolutely perfect," she honestly stated. She then looked up at him, her beautiful brown eyes pleading. "Can I touch it?" she practically begged. Harry smiled at her while pleasuring himself with long, steady strokes.
"You may … But first, why don't you give it a little kiss?" he teased, bouncing his cock with his hand.
Aurora kept her eyes trained on the head as it bounced up and down. When she realized what he had just said, she immediately snapped to attention and dropped to her knees like a Knockturn Alley whore who had been generously tipped. She grabbed his trousers and roughly tugged them down his thighs while he kicked off his shoes. She was so close to him, and his cock was so long that it plopped against her face and rested there while helping him step out of his trousers. Aurora inhaled deeply, breathing in his manly scent. The musky smell of him alone had her pussy dripping all over her nice, clean floor, but just smelling him wasn't good enough for her. She leaned in and moved her head around, rubbing her face all over the underside of his cock. She wanted his scent all over her. When his balls pressed against her mouth, she opened her plump lips and dragged her tongue along his skin. Harry pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. His hand touched the top of her head, and he ran his fingers through her hair while gently scratching her scalp. Aurora's eyes fluttered, and she shuddered hard. "Go on … Give it a kiss," she heard him say. She didn't need to be told twice.
With her face mashing his cock against his belly, Aurora puckered her lips and pressed them against his bloated sack. "MMWAH!" Her lips smacked against his balls. "MMWAH! MMWAH! MMMMMMWAH!"
She continually laid kisses all over his sack while her hands slid around the back of his thighs, and she gripped his ass. Aurora squeezed his muscular bottom while switching from kisses to licks. Her warm, wet tongue lathered his balls with her saliva, and she moaned at the taste. Still, that wasn't enough for her. Her mouth opened wide, and she pressed her lips against his skin, forming a tight seal. She inhaled deeply and sucked his large sack straight into her mouth, practically swallowing it whole. Her jaw was stretched to the max, and she could feel her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's. That didn't stop her from dragging her tongue along the underside of his balls, tickling and massaging his hot skin. She tilted her head up and looked at him with a wild expression. Unfortunately, she couldn't see him staring down at her due to his huge cock blocking her vision.
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Harry shuddered as Aurora slurped on his sack. Every time she dragged her tongue against it, he felt a pleasant shiver go up his spine. He could see that the woman was completely gone. She was trapped in a world of lust, and she wouldn't be free of it until she was cumming around his cock. He was more than willing to help her in that regard. "Okay, enough," he said, pulling back slightly. Aurora waddled forward, desperate to keep his balls in her mouth. "Come on now," he gently persuaded her. "My cock needs some attention, too," he said, staring amusedly at her.
He pulled back again, and this time, his balls plopped out of her mouth. Before he could even react, she lunged forward and pinned his cock to his belly with her face. She began laying kisses and licks up and down the underside of his shaft. Harry threw his head back and moaned when she reached the bottom of his head. Her tongue flicked back and forth over the sensitive ridge of skin that ran along the bottom. "Damn!" Harry shuddered when she started wiggling her tongue against the head. "That feels good."
Aurora pulled her head back with a wet slurp and looked up at him. Her face was beaming with pride.
"I'm doing a good job?" she asked, sounding hopeful. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, and she began tugging on it. The head of his cock was touching her cheek, and she seemed more than happy to let it stay there. He could tell based on her lack of technique that she wasn't exactly skilled, but that didn't surprise him. All the women around there were very inexperienced, a problem Harry planned to rectify.
"You're doing a wonderful job," Harry replied, hoping to inspire her. A pleased smile spread across her beautiful face, and she had stars in her eyes. Her hand started moving faster, which made him moan. Hearing him moan seemed to have brought her back to reality. She lowered her head and kissed the tip of his cock. She then giggled when it jumped in her hand. Aurora pressed her lips to the head and slowly took it in.
Harry bunched her hair into a ponytail and held it away from her face as she began sucking on him. Aurora started off with shallow bobs, barely taking more than the head into her mouth. "Make sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around it," Harry instructed her, and she instantly complied. Her lips tightened, and she started bobbing her head faster, taking a couple more inches into her mouth. "That's it," Harry moaned and brushed his fingers along her cheek, making her tremble. "Don't forget to use your tongue."
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Aurora listened to his suggestions and did her best to follow them. He knew what he wanted, and she desperately wanted to provide it. She pressed the flat of her tongue against the bottom of his shaft and kept it there while bobbing her head. The sounds of his moans excited her, and he surprised her by reaching down and groping her bare breast. He playfully squeezed it before pinching her hard nipple. Aurora moaned around his cock when he gently tugged on the stiff tip, and she nearly came when he rolled it between his fingers. Her pussy was tingling so badly that she was forced to pull away from him. Peering up at him with a desperate look in her eyes, she pleaded while breathing heavily. "Please, Harry," she choked out while her pussy dripped all over the floor. "I need this in me," she pleaded, her hand tugging on his meat.
"On the bed," he instructed, and Aurora nearly tumbled over in her haste to comply. She crawled onto her bed on all fours, giving him a wonderful view of her soaked pussy lips. She was about to roll over onto her back when Harry grabbed her around the front of her thighs. His face pressed against her bottom, and she could feel his nose and lips touching her slit. Then, she heard him inhale deeply. "Mmm," Harry moaned. "I love the smell of fresh pussy," he lewdly stated.
Aurora hid her face in the bed, never having felt more embarrassed than she did at that moment. She was blushing madly, but she couldn't deny that she was pleased. She was ecstatic that he liked the way she smelled. Harry then began shaking his head from side to side, motorboating her jutting cheeks. "EEP!" Aurora squealed in embarrassment, but then moaned when Harry licked her wet pussy. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head. When he gave her clit a quick suck, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she panted like a bitch in heat. Harry then gave a swat to her bare bottom, making her hole pucker.
"Turn over," he ordered, and Aurora did as he said. She rolled onto her back, and Harry pushed her legs open. Aurora began breathing heavily, knowing the time had finally come. He crawled between her parted legs and hovered over her body. Her heavy breathing was causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly, and Harry took a moment to stare at her heaving breasts. Wanting to look sexy for him, she arched her back, presenting her tits to him. Harry smiled handsomely at her and leaned in. She thought he was going straight for her breasts, but he surprised her when he captured her lips.
Her lips parted, and she moaned into his mouth when his lips touched hers. She could feel his cock rubbing against her needy pussy. He then reached down and slid his head up the length of her slit until he reached her opening. His fat head easily slipped between her slick lips, pushing them apart. The thumping of her heart was almost loud enough to drown out the mewls and moans of pleasure when he finally penetrated her. She never knew that her body could accommodate such unworldly girth, but even so, she felt like she was being stretched to her limit. Aurora whimpered as his head bumped into her g-spot. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life. Harry pulled away from her lips and kissed down her cheek. He captured her earlobe between his teeth and playfully tugged on it while her pussy pulsated around him. "Your pussy feels amazing," he whispered into her ear before sucking on her lobe.
Aurora's eyes rolled into the back of her head the moment his hips began thrusting. The sensation of his shaft pleasantly scraping the length of her wet, silky walls was indescribable. It was a pleasure she never dared to dream about. Within seconds, her walls were contracting and squeezing his length, trying to keep him in, but his powerful hips paid no attention to her body's desires. He pounded her faster and faster, taking pleasure from her womanly folds and leaving her a moaning mess. She cried out at the top of her lungs when the first orgasm hit, hoping the other female professors would hear and wallow in their jealousy, knowing she was being bred by the castle's only stud.
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Amelia Bones strolled down the nearly deserted corridor, the clicking of her boots echoing off the stone walls. Normally, outsiders weren't allowed in Hogwarts during the school year without an invitation, but as the Head of the DMLE, she had unfettered access.
After finishing up from a long, hard day of work at the Ministry, she desperately needed to unwind with a drink or two, and she was hoping her friend Aurora would join her for a night out at the Leaky Cauldron. There was no reason to think she wouldn't. They usually hit the pub at least a couple of times a week. She took a left and walked straight to Aurora's room. Upon turning the doorknob, she found it locked, which she found strange. Aurora never locked the door. Her law enforcement instincts kicked in, and she whipped out her wand. All it took was a few seconds to unravel the advanced Locking Charm placed on the door, and she quickly added a Silencing Charm to keep the door from squeaking. With her wand at the ready, she quietly turned the knob and opened the door. She almost stumbled back when she was hit full in the face with the overpowering smell of wet pussy. When Amelia spotted the bed, her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. Aurora was naked in bed, on her back, and her body was folded in half. On top of her was a man who was furiously pounding her sloppy, wet pussy.
Amelia swallowed the lump in her throat when she looked down and saw what was penetrating her friend. The unknown man's arms were hooked under each of Aurora's knees as he leaned forward, forcing her lower half up in the air. Massive balls swung back and forth, slapping Aurora's soaking wet asshole with every thrust. His thrusts were long and deep, and when he pulled back, she could see at least ten inches of cream-smeared cock, and that wasn't even counting the portion of him still buried deep inside of Aurora's slutty pussy. Aurora's screams of pleasure drowned out any sounds Amelia made. Amelia could see her pussy fluttering and contracting around his thrusting cock, tempting him to unleash a full load inside of her. Aurora cried out in pure bliss as her body trembled and spasmed. Her toes curled and her back arched, and Amelia nearly fainted when pussy juice began spraying out of Aurora's cumming pussy. The man on top of her was like a jackhammer, pounding her poor pussy and using her body for his own pleasure. Then, he grunted, and his thrusts slowed. He moaned loudly and pushed all the way in. He stayed inside of her, and Amelia knew it could only mean one thing. Her best friend had just been seeded. As if to prove her point, he pulled out, and thick lines of cum dribbled out of her still-cumming pussy and pooled around her asshole. He rolled off of her and lay down beside her. Aurora continued to buck, spasm, and squeal through what must have been a magnificent orgasm. Amelia paid her no attention. She only had eyes for the young man who was hung like a horse. He lay back with his hands behind his head, and his wet, slippery cock was still rock hard and ready to go. It was then that Aurora finally spotted her. "A-Amelia?" she squeaked while her body bucked uncontrollably.
The stud then turned his attention to her and smiled. Amelia's mouth went dry at the lustful look he sent her. "Madam Bones, I presume?" he asked. All she could do was nod in return. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said with a smile, not caring one bit that his cock was on full display.
She knew she had to make a decision. In reality, her body already made it for her. She shut the door and lumbered into the room. She could feel how wet the insides of her thighs were as she stumbled to the bed. Her eyes were locked onto her target, and nothing was going to stop her from getting what she wanted … no … what she needed.
Chapter 9
Harry stared at Aurora's gorgeous, naked body as she writhed in pleasure. Her feminine hands roughly gripped the sheets underneath her, and she bowed her back, thrusting her full, round breasts into the air. Aurora's dark chocolate nipples were stiff and crinkled, and he desperately wanted to suck on them. Her lovely lips opened, and she let out a whorish moan. Between her spread legs, Amelia's tongue lapped at her delicate folds and teased her throbbing clit. Amelia was using her two thumbs to spread Aurora's lips open, exposing her pink insides to her tongue. Behind Amelia, Harry's hips thrust wildly, clapping her thick, broad cheeks and stuffing her slutty pussy full of genuine Grade A man meat.
"Your pussy feels amazing, Amelia," Harry moaned while her slick, silky walls clung to his rod. Every time he pulled back, her light pink inner lips stretched away from her body, clutching his slippery shaft. When they reached their limit, they slid down his shaft, scraping off Amelia's pussy cream that was smeared all over it. It was clear that her pussy wanted him to remain inside and fill her with his thick, sticky seed. "I'm not sure how long I can hang on if you keep squeezing me like that," he teased and then swatted her fat cheek.
Her fleshy ass rippled from the contact, and Amelia squealed in delight, which was muffled by Aurora's dripping cunt. Amelia let go of Aurora's clit with a wet pop and looked over her shoulder at him. She had a wild, unhinged look in her eyes. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily. Her tongue lolled out of her open mouth, and she panted like a bitch in heat. She was acting like it, too.
She drove her ass backward, taking him in until her swollen clit mashed against his balls. Amelia then began bouncing her ass from front to back, driving her pussy down on his cock and crying out every time the bulbous head beat against her g-spot. "Oh … Heavens!" Amelia gasped while her pussy fluttered uncontrollably. "Do it! Fill me up!" she whorishly demanded. "I need it!" Aurora then grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her head back between her legs, and then Amelia went back to licking up his cum that was dribbling from her freshly fucked pussy.
"Don't tempt me," Harry chuckled and slid the pad of his thumb across her tight asshole. Amelia squealed into Aurora's pussy, and her fat cheek snapped shut. Harry grabbed her jiggling cheeks and spread them apart. Her tight hole came back into view, and he gently dragged his thumb around the rim. Her hole began winking at him, and he could feel her pussy pulsating and rippling around his gargantuan shaft. As much as he wanted to claim this particular hole, it was getting late, and he needed some rest. However, there was no doubt in his mind that Amelia would later come back to him on her hands and knees, begging for more. 'Maybe I'll visit her over the summer,' Harry thought. He then remembered that Susan lived with her, and he hadn't spent any time with the busty redhead. He made a mental note to remedy that as soon as possible. Until then …
Harry let her cheeks snap shut and gripped her wide hips tightly. He began driving his hips forward with such force that the room was filled with the sounds of her ass being clapped and the perverse squelching of her dribbling twat. Her moans were muffled by Aurora's pussy, but Aurora more than made up for it by moaning herself. The sound of Amelia's clapping cheeks suddenly grew wetter, and Harry could feel her squirting against his groin. Her pussy was so hot and tight that he couldn't stop himself from blowing his load. He thrust all the way in and kept his cock there while her walls fluttered around him.
"So good," Harry moaned while pumping her full of seed. He gave her a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out. His shaft was dripping wet, and he saw Amelia roll onto her side and lift her knees to her chest while her body bucked and spasmed. Aurora shot forward on her hands and knees. She instantly took him into her mouth and began sucking him clean. Harry sighed and decided to do the neighborly thing and let her finish before leaving them for the night. Judging by how furiously she was sucking on him, he wasn't sure how long it would take.
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Harry had a huge smirk on his face as he jauntily strolled down the corridor. In his hand was a permanent hall pass issued by Professor Sinistra herself. "You deserve it," she had said as he was getting dressed. "And besides, with this, you can come and see me whenever you want," she smirked, heavily hinting that he should make those visits a common occurrence. Harry certainly wasn't opposed to the idea.
As much as he enjoyed the idea of being able to skulk around the castle at all hours of the night and not get in trouble for it, he was too tired to even think about all the mischief he could potentially get up to. A nice, warm bed was calling his name. He entered Gryffindor Tower and went straight to his room. He stopped in front of his door and turned to Hermione's door. He had spent plenty of time with her recently. He then turned to Daphne's room. Sure, they had a hot date scheduled for later that night, but that didn't mean they couldn't spend some quality time together before then. Harry smiled and walked to the next door. He turned the doorknob and found it unlocked. He entered her room and shut the door behind him. As the door clicked shut, Daphne woke up from the noise. The room was dark, but there was enough light to see her tired face. She rubbed her eyes.
"It's me … Harry," he announced himself. He didn't want to frighten her after all.
"Harry?" she asked tiredly, her voice filled with confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just got back from my private lesson with Professor Sinistra, and I was hoping you'd let me sleep here tonight," he explained. Daphne suddenly perked up.
"Sleep here?" she asked, hoping she had heard him correctly. Harry nodded, and Daphne blushed in response. "Sure, Harry. Whatever you want," she told him. Harry smiled and began removing his clothes.
"I'm going to jump in the shower real quick. I'll be back in a sec," he told her and walked to the bathroom, completely nude with his wand in hand. Harry spent a couple of minutes washing off the evidence of his time with Aurora and Amelia. He stepped out of the shower, grabbed his wand from the countertop, and waved it. His body instantly dried, and he stepped back into the room. He chuckled when he found Daphne at the mirror, desperately trying to fix her messy hair.
"You don't need to do that. You look even sexier with messy hair," he teased her. Daphne jumped, startled when she heard his voice from behind. She turned to him and blushed madly from embarrassment. He glanced down from her gorgeous face and visually feasted on the sight of her nude body. Her large breasts, her slim waist, her wide hips, and sexy legs … Daphne was the whole package.
"I didn't hear you come out," she admitted as she crossed her arms over her slender belly.
"Sorry about that," he smiled and scooped her up into his arms. Daphne squeaked as he carried her to bed. He set her down on the mattress and walked to the other side. He climbed in after her and slid under the covers. He yawned loudly. "I really wish I had the energy to have a bit of fun with you, but unfortunately, I'm dead tired," he admitted. "We'll have to hold off until our date tonight."
"That's okay, Harry. I don't mind," she softly replied as she stared deep into his eyes. Harry smiled kindly at the beautiful woman and leaned in for a kiss. Daphne eagerly accepted his advance and quickly deepened the kiss. All too soon for her liking, Harry broke the kiss and pecked her on the forehead. He yawned again and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he began to drift off. He vaguely felt Daphne drape herself over him and rest her head on his chest. Less than a minute later, he was out like a light.
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"Harry?" a pleasant voice whispered into his ear, jerking him from his peaceful slumber. Harry pitifully groaned and tried to go back to sleep. "It's half an hour until breakfast," the voice rang in his ear again.
"Too early," Harry complained and pulled the blanket over his head. He heard Daphne giggle before pulling the blanket off of him. "Daph," Harry whined and covered his eyes from the sudden flood of light. When his vision adjusted, he moved his hands and saw Daphne sitting on her heels, watching him with a cute smile. Her eyes drifted down his body until they came to rest on his morning erection, where she unapologetically stared at it. She then looked him in the eyes, and he could see her desperation and longing. He knew exactly what she wanted to do.
"Go ahead," Harry sighed with a smile. Maybe it was just what he needed to start off a new day. Daphne smiled prettily and crawled between his legs. She pushed his legs wide open and leaned down, pinning his cock to his belly with her face. He heard her inhale deeply, smelling his manly scent before dragging her tongue from his balls, all the way to the underside of the head. Daphne moaned against his cock and pressed her lips to the bottom of his head. She parted her full, pink lips and began sucking on it. Harry moaned right along with her as her tongue repeatedly flicked against the sensitive ridge. He ran his fingers through her long, dark hair, and Daphne grabbed him by the base and held him straight. Opening her mouth wide, she took him in and began sucking on him like there was no tomorrow. He lay there, enjoying his morning blowjob while Daphne's thick ass shook from side to side. The room was soon flooded with the smell of her wet pussy. It was a fantastic way to start the day.
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At breakfast, Daphne sat on Harry's left, and Hermione on his right. He took turns groping each of their thighs while the three of them ate. Lavender shot the girls a sour look when it became clear they were hogging all of his attention. Lavender went so far as to undo a few more buttons on her blouse and arch her back, pretending to stretch. Her shirt was so open that he could see the inner portions of her pink areolas poking out from under the white fabric. Harry did the gentlemanly thing and checked out the erotic sight. It would have been rude not to. His fun was interrupted by the sound of Daphne loudly winching. Harry turned to her and found her holding her head, right above the faded, jagged scar on her forehead. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked, leaning over to look at Daphne.
"My scar suddenly hurt," she quietly admitted, wincing again. Harry remembered back to his time as the Boy Who Lived and instantly knew what was going on. He looked up at the staff table and found Quirrell staring at Daphne. Harry had been so caught up with all the fun he had been having that he forgot all about the danger Daphne was in. She obviously needed help, and he silently swore that he would provide it to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, consolingly rubbing her thigh. He remembered the feeling of his scar being burned with a hot poker. It wasn't a pleasant experience.
"Yeah," she quietly answered, rubbing her faded scar. Usually, he could barely see the scar, but now it was a bit pinker. "The pain is starting to go away."
"Does it normally do that?" Hermione asked in a hushed, concerned voice. It was clear that Daphne didn't want to cause a scene, and she especially didn't want anyone to hear what was said between them.
"It only started after coming to Hogwarts," she said, massaging her scar with the heel of her palm.
"Maybe you should go visit the Hospital Wing. They can give you something for the pain," Hermione suggested, but Daphne shook her head.
"No, it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much anymore," Daphne told her. Harry squeezed her knee, and she looked at him.
"We'll figure it out. Don't worry," he said with confidence. Beside him, Hermione nodded in agreement. The question was, how much should he tell her? It was possible that it wasn't even the exact same situation that Harry had previously faced, but even if it was, would she even believe him if he told her that Voldemort was living in the back of Quirrell's head? Harry would need to do a bit of investigative work to find out the truth before deciding how to handle it.
In the meantime, there was certainly one way to help Daphne, and Harry couldn't help but smile when he saw Hermione treating her with such concern. Daphne needed good friends, like Harry had had during his time as the Boy Who Lived. Hermione had always been a top-notch friend, and she seemed much the same in this reality. Ron, however, was a different story, and frankly, Harry wasn't sure if it was all his fault. The males of this reality all seemed a bit airheaded, and he guessed it had something to do with their lack of sexual drives. The presence of women naturally drove men to improve and accomplish more. The men of this world had no motivation. They didn't care about things like trying to get their women into bed. It truly was a strange world, and Ron was the embodiment of that. His only motivation was Quidditch, and he sought to gain some semblance of fame by befriending Daphne. Sure, the Ron of this world was a decent bloke, and he was probably a good friend to have if you wanted to slack off or play Quidditch, but Daphne didn't seem to care about either of those things. So, sadly for him, Ron's chances of befriending Daphne in any meaningful way seemed relatively low.
No, Daphne needed two good friends like he had had, and who better than he and Hermione to fill those roles? "Come on. We need to hurry or we're going to be late," Daphne said as everyone around them began getting up.
They grabbed their bags and slung them over their shoulders. As they walked to their Transfiguration lesson, Harry cheekily smirked and rested his hands on their bottoms. Hermione and Daphne were walking on either side of him, and they both looked at him as he so openly pawed at them. That wasn't enough for him. He slid his hands underneath the backs of their incredibly short skirts and squeezed their naked asses. Hermione blushed deeply while Daphne gasped. "These are my two favorite asses in all of Hogwarts," he teased and pushed his fingers deep between their pillowy cheeks. His fingers quickly found their tight assholes, and when he began massaging them, they started trembling.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped with a shuddering breath. "Right here in the middle of the corridor?" she asked, looking around to see if anyone was watching.
The guys around them didn't seem to care one bit that Harry's was up the back of her skirt. A few girls were watching and glaring at her, which made Hermione blush even harder. She knew that magical females were very competitive when it came to men, and having a man like Harry groping her naked ass was sure to draw their ire and jealousy. Still, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction. Harry was one of a kind, and for some reason, he was constantly showering her with affection and pleasure. Judging by Daphne's red cheeks and heavy breathing, Hermione could see that she wasn't the only one on the receiving end of his exploratory hands. Hermione obviously knew that Harry and Daphne had been intimate, and while she wished that she could be his one and only, she knew there was no way that was going to happen. Harry was a real man, and he was going to spread his seed far and wide. The only thing Hermione could do was remain in his orbit and offer herself to him whenever the opportunity presented itself. She guessed that Daphne probably felt the same way. Hermione wasn't exactly sure how many women Harry had been with, but she and Daphne seemed to be his favorites. They were the ones he always came back to. So, Hermione wasn't about to rock the boat and make a fuss. He could enjoy Daphne's body as long as he still made time for her. The other women, however, were a different story. Hermione didn't particularly like the way they were glaring and sneering at her as Harry stroked her damp pussy from behind. The message from them was clear. They wanted Hermione and Daphne out of the way so they could have their own fair shot with Harry. Well, Hermione wasn't about to let that happen, and from the way Daphne was moaning, Hermione wagered that she wasn't too keen on the idea either. To add salt to their wounds, Hermione wiggled her bottom and ground her slick pussy against his fingers. She tilted her head up and looked up cutely at him.
"We have a few minutes to spare …" Hermione said, breathing heavily. "Come with us," she said. "Come on, Daphne."
Hermione began pulling him by the wrist, and even though Daphne didn't know where they were going, she followed Hermione's lead and pulled Harry along. Hermione led them around the corner and pulled them into a large recess where a statue of an incredibly curvy witch stood. Behind the statue, Hermione pressed against him. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her deeply. Hermione moaned into his mouth while she groped the crotch of his trousers. Harry's other hand was securely wrapped around Daphne's waist, and when he pulled away from Hermione, he leaned in and kissed Daphne with equal passion. Daphne immediately began sucking on his tongue while rubbing her tits against his chest. Harry then switched back to Hermione, who eagerly awaited his return. While kissing her, he reached down and found both of their pussies. Hermione gasped loudly into his mouth, and Harry pulled back. He smirked as the girls looked at each other and blushed.
Harry was quite pleased with Hermione's decision to include Daphne. It was precisely what he wanted. He rewarded her by curling his fingers inside of them and pressing his thumb against their swelling clits. Hermione gasped in delight while Daphne's eyes fluttered. Both were rolling their hips in an attempt to increase the pleasure.
Daphne couldn't believe how her morning had turned out. At breakfast, her scar suddenly felt like it was going to split open, which was a horrible feeling. Thankfully, Harry was there to watch over her. Daphne was surprised when Hermione showed concern for her. She didn't know Hermione very well, but it was nice all the same. Daphne was even more surprised when Hermione included her when she pulled Harry away for a bit of hanky-panky. Now, they were standing there, looking at each other as they were both about to cum on Harry's talented fingers. She had to admit, Hermione looked beautiful as her face twisted in pleasure. Her cheeks were dusted rosy pink, and her soft, full lips were sensually parted. Those thoughts were put on hold when her pussy clamped down hard on his fingers, and a spike of pleasure raced up her spine. Daphne squealed loudly and bucked against his hand. Hermione followed a couple of seconds later. She collapsed forward against Harry and spasmed as her pussy sucked on his curling fingers.
"Oh, gosh!" Daphne gasped as Harry's thumb pressed hard against her clit when he pulled his fingers from her. He held his wet fingers to Hermione's mouth, and Hermione blushed. Harry didn't need to say a word. Hermione knew what he wanted. She leaned in and took his arousal-slickened fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. Daphne blushed madly while watching Hermione clean her pussy juice from his fingers. He then did the same to her. He pulled his fingers from Hermione and held them up to her. Daphne could smell Hermione's fragrant pussy juice. It smelled exactly the same as hers. Daphne closed her eyes and slid her lips around his slick fingers. Daphne accidentally moaned when she began sucking his fingers clean. She could taste Hermione on him, and when she opened her eyes, she found Hermione watching and blushing at the sight. Daphne flushed beet red as Harry pulled his fingers from her mouth.
Before either of the girls could say anything, he pulled them in by their waists. The three of their mouths were suddenly pressed together, and Daphne found herself involved in a three-way kiss. Her eyes were closed, and there were moments when she didn't know exactly who she was kissing or whose tongue was in her mouth. All too soon, the kiss suddenly ended, leaving the two women breathless and horny. "Transfiguration is about to start. Let's go," a smiling Harry told her. Daphne's face was hot and flushed as she nodded. Daphne and Hermione followed Harry with streaks of wetness down the insides of their thighs.
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Later that night, Harry excused himself after dinner and waited in a hidden nook near the Great Hall. He made himself invisible and patiently waited for Quirrell to come out. He was one of the last professors to leave, and Harry followed from a safe distance. He followed him up the castle, listening closely. In an empty stretch of corridor, Harry pulled out his wand and concentrated. Mid-step, he silently summoned Quirrell's right shoe to the left, causing his right foot to clip the back of his left ankle. Quirrell stumbled forward and was barely able to keep himself from falling flat on his face. Harry quickly turned the corner and pressed himself against the wall, listening carefully.
"Careful, you bumbling idiot!" he heard a familiar high-pitched voice whispering frantically. "One wrong move and I'll be discovered. We can't let the old fool know I'm here."
"Forgive me, My Lord," Quirrell apologized profusely.
"Get back to your quarters. I'll deal with your incompetence in private," Voldemort's muffled voice stated. The anger in his voice was as clear as day. Quirrell whimpered, and Harry heard him quickly scamper off. Harry immediately left the area and made his way back to Gryffindor Tower. That little interaction told him everything he needed to know. Voldemort was definitely possessing Quirrell. Now, Harry just needed to decide how he wanted to handle it.