Chapter 10
Daphne paced back and forth across the length of her room. Harry was expected at any moment for their "sleepover", and she was too excited to stay in one place. Rushing into the bathroom, she checked her reflection in the mirror and fixed one tiny bit of hair that was slightly out of place. Her makeup looked good, and when she bared her teeth, she found them to be white and shiny, with nothing stuck in them. Everything looked good. Just then, she heard the door to her bedroom squeak open, and her heart jumped with excitement. With a big smile on her gorgeous face, she quickly left the bathroom and stopped short when she saw both Harry and Hermione in her room. Harry pushed the door shut and locked it before turning to her.
"Hey, Daph," Harry greeted her with a pleasant smile. Her stomach flipped just seeing his handsome face. He stepped up to her and slid his arms around her slim waist. Her body pressed against his, and Harry leaned down and sweetly kissed her soft, pink lips. Daphne's eyes closed, and she melted into him. Unfortunately, the kiss didn't last too long, but he did finish it off by kissing the tip of her cute button nose and forehead. Daphne purred and rubbed against him like a cat in heat. She had been waiting for too long, and her pussy was moist and ready to go.
"I asked Hermione to join us. I'd really like the three of us to become great friends. I hope you don't mind," he easily told her while his hands explored the curves of her hips. Daphne looked over at Hermione, who was nervously standing there with a massive blush covering her cheeks. Daphne obviously knew what Harry was talking about, and the thought made her blush as well.
Though she was looking forward to some alone time with Harry, Daphne wasn't opposed to the idea. Hermione was a pleasant person to be around, and she certainly didn't seem to care one lick about Daphne being the Girl Who Lived. Besides, Daphne could use more "real" friends and not have to deal with all the fakers. Harry had already become a good friend to her, and if he thought that Hermione was worthy of her friendship, then she would trust his judgement.
"I don't mind if she stays tonight … If she wants to, that is," Daphne told him while looking at Hermione, who had started nervously fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt.
"Thanks, Daphne," Hermione shyly smiled at the pretty girl. "I appreciate it." Daphne blushed hard and nodded.
"Great! I told Hermione you wouldn't mind. I have a feeling the two of you are going to get along really well," Harry said with a smile, and then began removing his clothes. "Let's get comfortable … Shall we?"
Hermione and Daphne were suddenly very distracted by his undressing. They eagerly watched as articles of clothing were carelessly tossed on the floor. Once he was fully nude, he stood there with his massive erection pointed straight out, a sight the girls couldn't tear their eyes from. His hand wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, and he slowly started stroking it. The girls were mesmerized by the way his big, bloated balls swung back and forth. "What are you waiting for?" he asked them with a chuckle. They looked at each other and blushed deeply when they realized that they were both staring at his junk.
Hermione started it off by kicking off her high heels. Daphne was already barefoot, so she unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the zipper. Harry watched as her mini skirt slid down her legs, revealing her perfectly smooth pussy. His eyes then turned to Hermione, and he looked just in time to see her skirt fall down around her ankles as well. Both of them stepped out of their skirts at precisely the same time. "You both look gorgeous," he complimented them, and they both wore pleased expressions.
"Thank you," Daphne said while unbuttoning her blouse.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione also thanked him while she worked on her shirt. "You look good too," she added, taking a not-so-quick glance at his groin while he jerked himself off to their sexy bodies.
They eventually got their shirts off and let them fall to the floor, leaving them both completely naked. Their breasts were equally perky, and their nipples were as hard as rocks. They stood there, waiting for Harry to make the first move. Harry did just that. He walked behind Hermione and placed his hands on her waist.
Daphne's breathing picked up when Harry began caressing Hermione's body from behind. He first started by caressing her smooth, toned thighs before sliding his hands over her wide hips. His hand kept going up until he cupped Hermione's big, bouncy tits. He bounced them around in his palms and rubbed her hard nipples with his thumbs. "She has such a sexy body, doesn't she?" Harry asked her, and Daphne's cheeks heated up.
"She's very beautiful," Daphne admitted while wishing that Harry were doing all that to her body.
Hearing Daphne's compliment made Hermione blush deeply. Harry then let go of her breasts, causing them to jiggle around, and moved his hands back to her wide, fleshy hips. Daphne saw him moving around behind her. Harry then thrust his hips forward, and Daphne watched in shock as his cock burst through the small triangle between Hermione's upper thighs and pussy lips. Hermione cried out, and Daphne could hear the pure sound of pleasure in her lovely voice. Daphne was fascinated by the way her taut, hairless lips spread apart and latched onto his thick shaft, like her pussy was trying to suck on him sideways. Harry pulled back, and the top of his shaft slid along her folds until the head was snugly nestled between her plump lips. He thrust forward again, and at least five inches of cock exploded through the small triangle, mashing into her clit along the way. Hermione threw her head back and squealed, but Daphne only had eyes for his cock. The top of his shaft was smeared with Hermione's juices, and Daphne shuddered when she felt a fat drop of arousal drip down the inside of her thigh.
"Over here, Daph," Harry called out to her, and Daphne quickly complied. She scampered over to him, her perky tits and ass bouncing and jiggling along the way. Harry thrust all the way forward until a large portion of his gloriously long cock was sticking out from between Hermione's legs. Hermione was squirming badly, and Daphne could smell the fragrant scent of her arousal, though she thought that it might just be her own that she was smelling. She was insanely wet after all. "On your knees," he ordered.
Slowly sinking to her knees, Daphne knew exactly what he wanted, and the act was so erotic that her body tingled. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Pushing forward, Daphne took him into her mouth and kept going until her face was pressed against Hermione's mound and lower belly. From so close, she could definitely smell Hermione's horny pussy. "Hold the back of her head, Hermione," Harry told her.
Daphne felt Hermione's fingers thread through the hair on the back of her head. Holding her head in place, Hermione gasped loudly when Harry began fucking her thighs. Daphne kept her lips tightly wrapped around him, and she held the flat of her tongue against the bottom of his shaft as he slowly fucked her mouth. Every time he pulled back and thrust forward again, his cock was slathered in a fresh coating of Hermione's pussy juice. Dutifully, Daphne sucked it off and made it nice and clean before he pulled back and pushed forward. She then had to do it all over again. Hermione was trembling badly against her face, and Harry's cock was getting wetter with every thrust. Hermione's moans quickly filled her bedroom, and it didn't take long for the first orgasm of the night to make an appearance.
"Harry," Hermione gasped through her pleasure-filled moans. "Daphne … I'm gonna … Uhhg!" she groaned and shuddered. A small spray of pussy juice squirted from Hermione's pussy and hit Daphne directly in the face. Daphne squealed and pulled back, letting Harry's cock slip from her lips. She looked up at Hermione, whose back was violently arched. Her body was spasming and trembling, causing her wonderfully-shaped tits to bounce around. Daphne thought she looked stunning while in the throes of pleasure. Her mouth was slightly open, and her big, brown eyes were fluttering. Her pale cheeks were flushed, and her light pink nipples had slightly darkened from arousal. Harry pulled his drenched cock from between her thighs and held onto her while she came down from her orgasm. Hermione rested in his arms, trying to catch her breath.
"Sorry, Daphne," she said through her labored breathing. "I didn't mean to … you know," she embarrassingly said, referring to how she squirted in her face. Daphne blushed red, also embarrassed.
"That's okay," Daphne said from down on her knees. "It looked like it felt really good."
"It did," Hermione confirmed, shuddering as Harry played with the smooth skin of her toned belly. "It felt incredible. You should try it."
Daphne turned her attention to Harry and looked at him with large, pleading eyes. Harry chuckled and patted Hermione on the bottom. "There will be plenty of time for that, Daph, but first, I want you on the bed, Hermione," Harry said.
"Okay," Hermione said and climbed onto the bed.
"Scoot up all the way and lie on your back. Good. Now, spread your legs," he told her while she followed his directions. Daphne watched as Hermione's knees parted. Hermione's smooth pussy was bright pink from Harry's cock repeatedly rubbing against it. Hermione's legs were spread so wide that her tight lips had slightly spread apart, giving Daphne a good look at her inner lips. Her delicate folds were shiny with wetness, and her clit was very swollen. She looked a tad embarrassed about spreading her legs in front of Daphne for the first time. Daphne didn't have much time to think about it before she was scooped up into Harry's arms. Daphne squeaked as she was lifted off the ground and carried to the bed. Harry leaned in and kissed her right before he set her on the edge of the bed.
She crawled further up the bed with the intent to lie beside Hermione, thinking Harry was going to take turns with them, but Harry grabbed her hips before she could get too far. Harry then guided her between Hermione's legs and gently pushed her back down while keeping her ass high in the air. Now knowing Harry's intent, Daphne peeked up at Hermione, and she saw that they both wore matching blushes. Hermione's legs were slightly trembling, as was Daphne's entire body. Harry gently pushed Daphne forward by her ass, causing her face to hover right above Hermione's exposed pussy. She rested her hands on the insides of Hermione's thighs and marveled at how soft and smooth they felt. Feeling the bed move behind her, Daphne looked over her shoulder just as Harry began dragging the fat head of his cock up and down the length of her slick pussy. "Oh, yes," Daphne gasped. "Against my clit, please," she begged and then moaned when Harry repeatedly flicked the head against her swollen bead.
Suddenly, her pussy lips spread apart as Harry eased himself inside of her. Daphne whimpered from being stretched and collapsed forward, resting her forehead against Hermione's smooth mound. She was breathing heavily, and Hermione squirmed underneath her as Daphne's warm breath washed over her pussy. Daphne could feel Harry's exact shape as he scraped against her velvety inner walls. When the tip of his cock bumped into her cervix, Daphne yelped and trembled. Holding tightly to her wide hips, Harry started slowly fucking her from behind, causing Daphne's body to rock back and forth. Over and over, her mouth rubbed against Hermione's pussy, and Hermione responded by moaning and threading her fingers through Daphne's long, black locks. She pulled Daphne's face a little harder against her slit and lightly ground it on her lips. Daphne could suddenly taste her, and when Hermione wiggled her hips and pressed her clit against Daphne's mouth, it was clear what she wanted.
Her tongue flicked over her hard nub, which made Hermione release a shuddering moan. "Oh, Daphne!" Hermione gasped in delight and rolled her hips. Her hard clit slid across Daphne's lips, smearing her juices all over them.
"That's so sexy," Harry commented when he saw Hermione grinding her pussy on Daphne's face. His plan was coming to fruition much quicker and easier than he thought it would. Hermione then moaned loudly, and Harry began to hear slurping sounds coming from between her legs. Harry smiled and squeezed Daphne's wide, thick hips. He pushed forward harder and harder until her fleshy cheeks were rippling from the contact. He could feel her hot juices running down his balls and dripping off while she squeaked and squealed between Hermione's spread legs. Looking down at Daphne's ass, he could see her tight asshole puckering and winking at him. He licked the pad of his thumb and pressed it against her backdoor, moving it in circles around her rim. Daphne trembled badly, and her pussy tightened significantly.
Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head when Daphne began full-on sucking on her clit. Her tongue was so soft and wiggly, Hermione discovered. This was her first experience with another girl, and she didn't think she would enjoy it so much. She was glad to discover that she was wrong. Daphne's mouth felt incredible as she sucked and licked her swollen bead, and Hermione briefly wondered if Daphne had had any experience with the same sex. Hermione then looked at Harry, who was plowing Daphne from behind. 'I wish I looked as sexy as her,' Hermione briefly thought as her eyes traveled down Daphne's nude back and jiggling ass. Her skin was as light and smooth as porcelain, and Hermione couldn't spot a single blemish or flaw. It was quite intimidating to be in the same bed as her. Hermione had to keep reminding herself that even though he had a chance to be alone with Daphne, he still invited her along. 'He wants me to be part of this,' she kept telling herself as Daphne moaned against her pussy. Harry then looked at her and smiled, which caused her stomach to do flips. She blushed heavily and arched her back, making herself look as sexy as possible. Her hands slid up her sides and over her breasts. Her palms tickled her hard nipples as she squeezed them.
Daphne groaned in disappointment when Harry pulled out of her. Her orgasm had nearly hit, and she had been waiting for it all day. "Hermione, roll over onto your hands and knees," Harry told her. Daphne moved away from her, and Hermione did as she was asked. Her ass was pointed directly at Daphne, and she could see how wet her pussy was.
"Climb on, Daphne," he told her. Daphne blushed heavily but did as she was told. She straddled Hermione's back, and Harry moved her body into position. Daphne now had her tits pressed firmly against Hermione's back, with each leg resting next to hers. Harry now had equal access to both of their wet and waiting pussies. She felt movement behind her, and when Hermione moaned like a whore, she knew Harry had taken her pussy first. As Hermione's body was jerked back and forth, Daphne slid with her, and her hard nipples rubbed against Hermione's smooth skin. The sensation of it had her pussy tingling badly. Unable to wait for Harry to pleasure her, Daphne began grinding her wet pussy against Hermione's lower back and slathering her skin with her juices.
"Your skin is so soft," Daphne moaned as she angled her hips so that her clit was stimulated as much as possible.
"I wish you could know how it feels to have her pussy wrapped around you. It feels amazing," Harry moaned while pounding Hermione from behind. The cream from her pussy was making her extra slick, which only fueled his lust.
Down below, Hermione's face was red from embarrassment as much as it was from her arousal. Still, she was pleased that both of her lovers were enjoying her body. Her hands clawed at the bed, and her breath came out quick and ragged. Her pussy was pulsating while Harry stimulated every inch of her insides. An embarrassing whimper left her lips as she was just about to cum. Daphne pressed her face against the back of Hermione's neck and shuddered. She could feel Daphne shaking and trembling as she massaged Hermione's lower back with her hard clit. The naughtiness of what Daphne was doing, and the pleasure from Harry's thrusting cock was too much for her to handle. Her pussy clamped down hard, desperately milking his cock while Hermione wailed in pleasure. Unfortunately, Harry chose that exact moment to pull out of her fluttering pussy. He rose up a bit and pressed the head against Daphne's waiting cunt and easily slipped in.
"It's so big!" Daphne gasped when the head followed the shape of her body and hit the deepest spot. When Harry pulled back, Daphne could feel herself clutching him and trying to keep him inside. Harry's size was absolutely perfect for her body, Daphne had discovered during their first night together, and she was pleased to see that it still held true. The sides of his shaft rubbed every millimeter of her inner walls and had her near orgasm from a single thrust. As his cock slid back into her, pleasurable tingles raced up and down her spine and made her clit feel extra sensitive.
"I know," Hermione said through a shuddering breath. "I'm going to be sore in the morning," she said blissfully and laughed while her pussy continued to contract and flutter. Hermione then rolled over so she was facing Daphne. The two women looked into each other's eyes and flushed pink. Daphne's eyes were fluttering, and her tits were swinging back and forth from the power of Harry's thrusts. Hermione couldn't help but look at Daphne's perfect, pink nipples. They were so incredibly stiff, and she couldn't help but reach out and brush her fingers over them. Daphne gasped and trembled. Feeling self-conscious, Hermione quickly pulled her hand away, but Daphne had other ideas.
"Keep doing that," she begged through a moan. Hermione blushed and smiled shyly. With a trembling hand, Hermione reached out and cupped her breast.
"It's really soft," Hermione marveled as she tested its weight. She gave it an experimental squeeze and even grazed her nipple with her thumb. Daphne moaned again, which gave her more confidence. She pinched the hard tip of Daphne's nipple and rolled it between her fingers. Daphne whimpered cutely and then moaned loudly when Harry changed the angle of his thrusts. Hermione felt a large drop of pussy juice drip down onto her belly, so with her free hand, she reached between Daphne's legs and felt around. It only took a couple of seconds before she found what she was looking for. Daphne's hole was being stuffed full by Harry's perfect cock. Hermione's fingers brushed across Harry's soaked shaft and around Daphne's stretched lips. Feeling Daphne's hole as it was getting fucked turned her on more than she cared to admit. Remembering that Daphne seemed to enjoy rubbing her clit against Hermione's back, she moved her fingers and found her throbbing, swollen bead. Her fingers lightly brushed over it, and the results were instant. Daphne squealed loudly, and her lower half bucked. Her body began trembling uncontrollably, and more hot drops of arousal dripped down onto Hermione's lower belly.
Hermione then teased her further by rubbing her fingers around Daphne's clit in a circle, and she blushed hard when Daphne moaned her name. Suddenly, a flood of pussy juice squirted from between Daphne's legs, drenching not only Hermione's belly, but her pussy as well. A high-pitched squeal left Daphne's lovely lips as jets of her cum were violently ejected from her quivering twat. Some of her juices splashed up Hermione's body and onto her shaking tits. Harry then moaned deeply.
"Here it comes. Get up on your knees," he told them. Even though Daphne was still fighting through her toe-curling orgasm, she pushed herself to her knees, and Hermione joined her side. Harry stood up on the bed with his hand vigorously stroking his dripping erection. Hermione knew what to do. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang down. Daphne looked at Hermione and followed her lead.
Harry stared down at them with a big, shit-eating grin. 'They're coming along nicely,' he told himself as he aimed his cock while furiously stroking it. He grunted and shot the first load right into Hermione's mouth. Cum dribbled down her tongue, but she dutifully kept it open. He turned his hips slightly and shot the second load directly into Daphne's mouth. Daphne tried to swallow it and wasn't ready for the next shot, which squirted her right in the face. Over and over he came, painted their faces and naked tits until his balls were completely empty. Once done, Hermione swallowed and looked at Harry, hoping to hear some words of encouragement. "You two were wonderful, and you did a good job swallowing it all," he told them.
His two women looked at each other with beaming, prideful faces, which Harry found amusing since thick globs of cum were dripping off them. They then looked back at him and thanked him. "Thank you, Harry," they said at exactly the same time. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he hopped off the bed to get his wand so he could help clean them up.
Hogwarts Adventure
The next day, Harry was very pleased to see Hermione and Daphne sitting together, chatting, and giggling in the Gryffindor Common Room. They were side by side on a small couch, and their bodies were angled toward each other. It was undoubtedly a good start to what he hoped would be a long and beautiful friendship.
Chapter 11
The Great Hall certainly was a sight to behold as Harry, Hermione, and Daphne entered together. "Wow!" Hermione gasped in wonder as she stared up into the enchanted ceiling. The ceiling was covered in gray, stormy clouds. Lightning flashed, and cracks of thunder sent small vibrations through their bones. Hovering above them, dozens of carved pumpkins filled the room with orange, flickering light. The four house tables were filled with delicious food and mouth-watering Halloween treats. Harry spotted chocolate cupcakes, pumpkin pasties, candy apples, popcorn balls, and many other colorful treats that had everyone's stomachs growling.
"You're telling me," Daphne added as she looked over the scrumptious spread. "I've heard that Hogwarts goes all out for Halloween, but I didn't expect this."
"There are three seats over there!" Hermione exclaimed while pointing. "Let's go," she said, pulling Harry and Daphne along by the wrists. They had arrived slightly late, and as everyone was eager to join in on the festivities, the spacious hall was already packed.
The three friends sat down in the free seats and filled their plates with generous helpings of everything they loved. Harry had chosen several slices of roasted turkey, a heaping helping of mashed potatoes, and several mounds of buttered green beans. Daphne wrinkled her nose when she spotted the green beans on his plate. Harry looked at her, amused by her reaction. "You don't like green beans?" he asked her. Daphne's nose cutely wrinkled again as she shook her head.
"I hate them. They feel hard when you put them in your mouth, but they're all squishy when you chew them."
"You're something else," Harry chuckled.
Their Halloween feast was going well. Everyone was excited and happy, and the girls were chatting with other girls, which Harry was glad to see. Unfortunately, Quirrell had to ruin the fun, as Harry knew he would. He wasn't surprised at all when Quirrell burst through the double doors with a wild look on his face. "TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" he screamed as he ran between the tables. "TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" he repeated, and everyone stopped eating and chatting, giving him their full attention. "Thought you ought to …"
Before Quirrell could pretend to faint, the double doors burst open again. Those closest to the doors were showered with needle-sharp splinters, and some were even hit with large chunks of the broken doors. Screams of terror and pain filled the hall, and when a massive mountain troll lumbered through, Quirrell's fake look of fright turned real. He let out a high-pitched scream and stumbled back, falling on his bottom. As his butt hit the hard ground, a glass vial fell out of his pocket and clanked on the stone floor. The troll roared in rage, its massive, meaty hand gripping the wooden club so hard that Harry could see the tendons straining underneath its leathery skin. Its beady eyes were pointed directly at Quirrell. Quirrell whimpered, and when he spotted the vial lying on the ground near him, a look of sheer panic crossed his face.
Hogwarts Adventure
Quirrell couldn't believe his blunder. He had used troll pheromones to lure the unsuspecting troll into the castle. His plan was to let it loose, and when everyone was distracted, he would sneak into the bowels of the castle and steal the stone. It was the perfect plan. However, in his rush, he had forgotten to discard the vial of pheromones, making it easy for the troll to track him down. Now in a lustful frenzy, the troll was being extra territorial, which wasn't good news for him. He heard the Dark Lord hiss angrily underneath his turban, and Quirrell knew there was going to be hell to pay. 'Perhaps I can still make this work!' he quickly thought in his panic.
Crawling over to the vial, he snatched it up, hoping no one had seen it. "HELP ME!" he squealed in a warbling, terrified-sounding voice. The troll roared again and began charging him. He swished his wand, covering the area with a huge puff of dark gray smoke. He heard coughing from those around him, but he didn't care one bit about their safety. He was only worried about his own. Being blocked from view, he popped the vial open and flung it away from him. Now that the pheromones were all over the place, the troll became confused and growled while spinning in place, trying to decide who to attack first. "Go, you fool!" Voldemort hissed in anger, and Quirrell responded by getting to his feet and sneaking out of the hall, leaving a mass panic in his wake.
Hogwarts Adventure
Never in Harry's wildest dreams would he think that Quirrell was dumb enough to lead a troll into the Great Hall. Clearly, he was wrong. The hall quickly filled with smoke from the tip of Quirrell's wand. It stung his eyes and burned his throat, and he wasn't the only one to suffer from it. Beside him, Hermione and Daphne coughed loudly until suddenly, the smoke began to clear. At the Head Table, Dumbledore had his wand held high, and it was sucking the smoke from the air like a very powerful vacuum cleaner. Harry looked around, and Quirrell was nowhere to be seen. "Severus!" Dumbledore called out, and when Snape locked eyes with him, he silently nodded and ran through the hall and out the door. While Dumbledore obviously knew Quirrell was going for the trap door, this did nothing to help with the current situation. A girl suddenly screamed, and when Harry looked over at the troll, he saw the massive club raised high. Everyone around the scene began falling over while trying to get away. Everyone except Susan Bones, who was petrified with fear. It was easy to see why. The club was right above her head, ready to turn her body into paste. Harry acted quickly.
As the club swung down, Harry summoned Susan away from the table. She screamed as her body was yanked forward, barely missing the downward swing of the club. It crashed into the Hufflepuff table, sending food, dishes, and sharp, jagged pieces of wood everywhere. Some of the Hufflepuffs who hadn't been able to get away were ragdolled through the air when the table buckled. Susan flew right into Harry's waiting arms. He set her on the ground as McGonagall shouted orders, and Dumbledore continued to remove the acrid smoke from the hall.
The troll lifted its club again, but this time, it was pulled from its grasp before it could get it above its chest. The troll grunted in confusion and swung its head in the direction of the flying club. The club hovered in front of Harry, which irritated the troll to no end. It bellowed angrily and reached out for the club. It began thundering forward, intent on getting its club back and flattening the tiny creature who had dared to take it from him. Hermione, Daphne, and the other Gryffindors squeaked and shouted in fright as the troll roared. In response, Harry flicked his wand and sent the club back at the troll. The massive hunk of wood shot through the air like a missile, striking the troll right in the middle of its forehead. A booming hollow thunk rang out as the fat part of the club struck the troll's head. The troll stopped immediately and groaned. Just like in the cartoons that Harry had watched as a child, a fat lump slowly rose from its head as the beast teetered. "Orrrmmgffff," it groaned and rubbed its aching head, stumbling from side to side like a sloshed drunkard.
Thick chains suddenly flew through the air and wrapped around the troll, binding its legs together and trapping its arms at its sides. McGonagall and Flitwick stepped up with their wands out, and Flitwick waved his wand and hit it with a Sleeping Charm. The troll yawned loudly and tumbled forward, landing flat on its face and sending a slight tremble through the floor.
"Is anyone injured?" Dumbledore's concerned voice rang out after all the smoke had been removed. His question was met with multiple groans and cries of pain. From what Harry could tell, no one had suffered any life-threatening injuries, but several students had taken hard falls. Some had large, sharp splinters sticking out of the arms and backs. Dumbledore flicked his wand and sent a Patronus to Madam Pomfrey while McGonagall and the rest of the teachers tended to the injured students. Flitwick levitated the sleeping troll off the ground and slowly carried it away from the carnage.
"Oh, my gosh!" Hermione gasped, trembling while Daphne put her arm around her back. She was trembling just as hard.
"What in the world just happened?" Daphne asked. Everyone started chatting in hushed voices, trying to come to grips with what they had just witnessed. Beside him, Susan was also trembling badly. It looked like she was having a hard time staying steady on her feet.
"Bloody hell!" Ron said as he turned to Harry. He hadn't let go of his turkey leg the entire time. Harry was slightly impressed with his determination to feast. "That was brilliant!" Ron stated, impressed with Harry's handling of the situation. Ron then tore a chunk of meat from the leg and began munching.
"You saved my life," he heard Susan say. When he turned to her, he saw that her eyes were wide and shining with wonder. Harry smiled cheekily at her and stepped up. He helped steady her by placing his hands on her waist, resting them on the curve of her wide hips.
"Of course. I couldn't let a gorgeous body like this be harmed. That would be a crime against humanity," Harry teased her, glancing at her ample cleavage. Susan's cheek flamed red in embarrassment, but she looked very pleased nonetheless.
"Y-You think my body is gorgeous?" she asked, sounding disbelieving. No man had ever paid attention to her curvy form before. Susan's heart was pounding as Harry looked her over. Sure, some of it was because a troll had nearly squashed her like a bug, but a lot of it was because of Harry's eyes and hands. His eyes were practically glued to her large breasts, and she angled her chest so he could get a better look. His hands had slid onto her hips, and he squeezed her thick flesh. Susan shuddered and stumbled forward, catching herself by tightly gripping his shoulders. Her eyes closed, and her breath came out shaky. All she wanted was for his hands to continue exploring her body.
"Do you even have to ask?" he joked and held her close. Susan could feel something very large and hard pressing against her belly. She didn't give it much thought at first, but when she finally realized what it was, her eyes went wide in shock. She squeaked and nearly came, rubbing her thick, shapely thighs together in an effort to help quench the burning desire down below. The clearing of a throat ended her erotic moment. They both turned and found Professor McGonagall looking at them.
"Madam Pomfrey wants to look you over to make sure you weren't injured, Ms. Bones," she told her. Susan blushed deeply while her body still clung to the hunk who had just saved her. She pressed harder against him, making sure he could feel how large her bosom was. Susan was very proud of her chest after all.
"I-I'm fine, Professor … Thanks to him," Susan said, looking at Harry with stars in her eyes. McGonagall smiled and nodded. She was extremely proud of Harry's quick thinking and wand work. 'He's definitely a Gryffindor,' McGonagall thought proudly.
"Indeed. We all owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Potter," she smiled and nodded her head. Harry smiled back and nodded. McGonagall turned back to Susan. "But Madam Pomfrey will still want to check, just to be sure. Imagine what Amelia will say when she learns that her beloved niece wasn't given a medical check after barely escaping a mountain troll's club," McGonagall said with a raised eyebrow.
Susan blushed even harder and nodded. Yes, her Auntie Amelia would definitely have a few choice words for her, and that was something Susan desperately wished to avoid. "Okay, Professor," she agreed.
"Come along then," McGonagall told her, placing her hand on Susan's shoulder and leading her to the healer. Susan looked back over her shoulder at Harry as she went.
"Jeez … It looked like she was about to toss you onto a table and bounce on your lap," Daphne said as she joined Harry's side. Hermione nodded in agreement, though she was still looking around at the devastation.
"A hero like me deserves nothing less," Harry cheekily stated with an annoying smirk. Daphne snorted in amusement while Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Attention, please!" Dumbledore called out with his magically enhanced voice. "The professors are already out scanning the castle to make sure it is safe. Anyone who has suffered an injury, please make your way over here. Those who weren't injured, please follow your Prefects back to your Common Rooms. Stay together and be vigilant. That is all."
Percy was made for these moments. His chest puffed up with pride and authority as he gathered the Gryffindors around him. The trip back to Gryffindor Tower was uneventful, but once everyone was safely inside, they all began chatting about what had just happened.
"How on earth could a troll get into the castle?" Hermione wondered. "I didn't even know trolls lived in the area."
"I've heard that some live in the Forbidden Forest, but I don't know if that's just a rumor," Daphne said as she braided Hermione's hair.
"Don't you think it's suspicious that Quirrell comes in telling everyone that there's a troll in the dungeon right before it breaks down the door?" Harry asked, putting the thought in their heads. They turned to look at him, unconvinced.
"Maybe there was more than one troll?" Hermione suggested, and Daphne agreed.
"But why did he fill the room with smoke?" Harry asked. Daphne shrugged.
"He's a bumbling scaredy cat. Quirrell's afraid of his own shadow," she said.
"And what happened to him after filling the room with smoke. I didn't see him again after that," Harry kept on.
Daphne sighed at him. "He probably just ran off. Like I said, he's a coward."
Harry rolled his eyes. He knew there wasn't enough evidence to outright accuse Quirrell of letting the troll in, but he wanted them to be wary of him. "Even so … Promise me you two will be careful around him … Okay?" They both smiled and nodded.
"We will," Hermione assured him and stood up. "I'm going to go work on my Herbology essay."
"You've already written eighteen inches more than necessary," Harry reminded her.
"I know, but I want to go over it again. There are a few things I want to add," she said, smoothing out her short skirt. Daphne got up as well.
"I'll come with you. Maybe you can help me with mine. I'm short three inches, and I don't know what else to add," Daphne told her.
"Okay," Hermione smiled happily. "See you later, Harry!" she chirped.
"Bye!" Daphne said, brushing her fingers along Harry's scalp as she passed.
Fortunately, Harry wasn't left alone for long. As Hermione and Daphne entered the door to the private suites, Angelina Johnson exited wearing a very short and semi-transparent pink robe. This type of attire wasn't out of the ordinary for the Common Room. The ladies liked to show off their goods, but unfortunately for them, no one ever took the bait. At least they didn't before Harry arrived.
Harry couldn't help but check her out. Her barely covered breasts bounced with every confident step, and when she saw him alone, she smiled deviously and began to make her way over to him. The belt was cinched at the waist, accentuating her slim waist and wide hips. The top part of her robe was mostly open, revealing the whole insides of her breasts. When she sat down beside him, she made sure he had a perfect view of her glorious assets. "Hey, Harry! I'm surprised to see you here alone," Angelina said, her eyes shining with playfulness.
Angelina had been annoyed with Harry's two friends. They almost never left him alone. 'To be fair, if I were getting what they were getting from him, I wouldn't let him out of my sight,' she told herself.
"Yeah. Hermione and Daphne went to get some work done, leaving me here all by my lonesome," Harry smirked and glanced at her prominent cleavage. A shiver ran down Angelina's spine, and she could feel herself growing moist down below. This was a possibility that she refused to pass up.
"You know, Harry … I could really use your help back in my room," she said cutely, batting her long eyelashes at him. His eyes were practically twinkling as he smiled at her.
"Is that right? Well, far be it from me to deny help when it's needed," he said, pushing himself to his feet. Angelina wanted to cheer and punch the air, but she was barely able to refrain. 'Keep cool, you idiot," she silently told herself. She didn't want to scare him away with any crazy antics. Instead, she stood up and slipped her arm through his, hugging his bicep to her busty chest.
Angelina locked eyes with Katie and Alicia as she walked Harry to her room. She smirked at her friends, who, in turn, shot dirty looks at her. They very much looked like they were about to get up and follow them, intent on joining in on the fun, but Angelina shook her head. She wanted Harry all to herself tonight. She led him right to her door and pushed it open, standing aside so she could be absolutely positive that he entered. When he did, she shut the door and quickly locked it. Angelina didn't want anyone ruining her fun.
"Nice room," Harry said, looking around. "It smells nice."
Angelina smiled happily and stepped up to him. "It's my new perfume," she told him. "Here … smell," she said and slipped her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. She lightly pulled his head down so his face was firmly pressed into her cleavage. Harry's hands gripped her waist, and he inhaled her lovely scent. Angelina giggled when his lips and nose tickled her delicate skin.
"You're right. You smell wonderful," Harry's muffled voice said from between her breasts. Harry then lightly nipped the skin of her inner breast, making Angelina gasp in delight. Sadly, he pulled away far too soon for her liking. "Now … What can I help you with?" he asked.
"Help?" she asked. She was so horny that she forgot the excuse she had used to get him into her room.
"Yeah, you know … You said you needed help with something," he reminded her with a knowing smile.
"Oh!" Angelina cried out, suddenly remembering. She then struggled to come up with a valid excuse. "Umm … well … you see …" she stumbled over her words. She then perked up when she thought of something. "I hurt myself in Quidditch practice!" she told him. "It's my chest. I think I pulled a muscle."
"Really?" Harry asked, and Angelina nodded. "Alright. Let me see what I can do," he said and grabbed her belt.
Angelina's breathing became labored as her excitement rose. Harry untied her belt and pulled her robe open, revealing the entirety of her nude body. "Turn around," Harry told her, and she was quick to comply. Facing away from him, she trembled in anticipation as he slowly slipped the silky robe from her shoulders. Once it was off her body, he tossed it onto a nearby desk and pressed against her back. "Your chest looks good to me … Really good, in fact," Harry told her as he looked down over her shoulder. Angelina's nipples were so hard that they were starting to hurt. She could feel drops of arousal dripping down the insides of her thighs.
Before she could respond, Harry slid his hands up her ribs, making her squirm. His fingers brushed against the bottom of her breasts, and Angelina's back arched. "I can see why you pulled a muscle," she heard him say. His hands then slid underneath her breasts, and he bounced them up and down in his palms. "It must be hard lugging these around," he teased her.
"Mhmm," Angelina hummed in delight and ground her ass against his crotch.
"They're so heavy," Harry stated while clapping them together. His fingers then found her nipples, and he lightly pinched them, making Angelina purr. "Get on the bed so I can give you a massage," he told her.
As if on autopilot, she stepped toward the bed while Harry squeezed her ass. Angelina crawled onto the bed on all fours, showing off her wide ass and soaked pussy. "Do you mind if I get comfortable?" Harry asked while she rolled onto her back. Her knees were slightly apart, and Harry could see that her clit was incredibly swollen with arousal.
"Please," Angelina breathlessly begged. She then watched with bated breath as Harry began removing his clothes. She didn't care about anything other than what was in his trousers. When he finally kicked off his boxers, her mouth went dry. She already knew how big he was, but seeing it again, here in her room, was something else. It had filled her dreams and fueled her fantasies, and now it was here, ready to bring her to orgasm. It was all too much for her to handle. Angelina squeaked loudly, and her hips bucked. A little spurt of juice squirted out of her pussy as she came from a mere glance at his tool. Her legs opened wide, and her hips rolled as her pussy fluttered.
"I can see you're already feeling better," she heard him chuckle, and then she felt him crawl onto the bed and settle between her parted legs. His hands ran up her thighs, and his fingers caressed her soft, smooth skin. Angelina arched her back and shuddered from the intimate contact. When she looked down, she saw his massive erection resting on her smooth mound and belly. The heat radiating from it was amazing to feel. Every instinct in her body was telling her to reach down and slide it inside of her.
"Let's see if I can make you feel even better," Harry smirked, and Angelina swallowed loudly and nodded her head with extreme enthusiasm.
Chapter 12
Harry stared down at Angelina's nude back. He absolutely loved the shape of her sexy body. Her classic hourglass figure, the incredible smoothness of her skin, and the way her wide bottom rippled drove him wild.
Angelina's eyes clenched shut, and her cries of pleasure were muffled by the corner of the pillow that was jammed in her mouth. After spending hours the previous night getting fucked, she was surprised when Harry wanted to go another round before they started the day. Fully expecting him to pound her sore pussy again, she was surprised when he chose a different hole.
Hogwarts Adventure
"Hurry up!" Alicia called out as she waited for her slow-moving friend.
"Sorry!" Katie called back, finally stepping out of the bathroom. "These shorts keep riding up my ass," she complained, looking down over her shoulder at her round bottom. She turned to show off her ass to Alicia, and Alicia could definitely see why. Her cut-off denim shorts were so short that half of her jiggly ass cheeks were spilling out of the bottom. The blue material was bunched up and wedged between her pillowy cheeks. Alicia rolled her eyes.
"They wouldn't ride up if they weren't so damn short," she told her.
"You're the one to talk," Katie shot back. "That new skirt you ordered doesn't even cover your whole pussy when you stand straight. Besides, I need to show off more skin than usual. I think that hot Ravenclaw guy was checking me out."
Alicia snorted in amusement. "He wasn't checking you out."
Katie glared at her. "Uh-huh!" she disagreed. "He bent over as I walked by. He was definitely checking out my ass."
"He bent over to tie his shoe, dummy," Alicia giggled, and Katie huffed in irritation. "And anyway, who cares about that Ravenclaw? We should be focusing our efforts on Harry," she wisely told Katie.
"I would if he weren't constantly surrounded by other girls all the time! Granger and Greengrass are hogging all his attention," she told Alicia, sounding annoyed. Alicia nodded her head in agreement.
"Even Angelina got to him before us. It's SO annoying!" Alicia huffed and crossed her arms. "Do you think she and Harry did it last night?" she asked.
Katie snorted. "Do you think Angie would have let him out of her room if she didn't get what she wanted?"
"I wouldn't have," Alicia admitted, and Katie nodded. She wouldn't have either. "Now, if you'd hurry up, we can go ask her ourselves."
"I'm ready," Katie said, fluffing her blonde hair before pulling the back of her shorts down. The rough fabric was nearly rubbing her asshole raw. 'Looking this hot is painful,' she told herself as she followed Alicia out of the room.
They walked down into the Common Room and went straight to the private suites. When they reached Angelina's door, they didn't bother knocking. As always, they went straight in. Before they saw anything, their nostrils were immediately assaulted by the smell of a very wet pussy. When they turned their attention to the bed, their eyes nearly bugged out of their skulls. They had gotten their answer. Yes, Angelina and Harry had done it, and much to their shock, it was still going on. Their bodies on autopilot, they walked toward the bed with their mouths hanging open. Harry looked at them, and his eyes practically twinkled with mirth. "Hey, ladies!" he happily chirped while Angelina let out a strained gargling noise.
Angelina was lying face down on her bed with her knees right on the edge of the mattress. Her chest was flat, and she was biting down on her pillow. Her wide ass was high in the air, and Harry was steadily thrusting into her while gripping two handfuls of flesh from her hips. Katie scooted so close that she was pressed right against Harry's side. She wanted a better look.
"Are you in her ass?!" Katie squealed in shock as she stared at the point of penetration. She even leaned down to see better. Harry's cock was definitely in Angie's ass. His long, thick shaft was easily gliding back and forth, and she could see that it was coated in a thin layer of lubrication. Katie instantly recognized the bottle of lube lying next to Angie's thigh. It was the same lube that all three of them used on each other when they stayed the night with Angie. It was very normal for witches to find pleasure wherever they could get it, and the easiest place was the arms of their female friends.
"I had to try it out," Harry moaned as Angie clenched her cheeks and squeezed him. "Her pussy was incredible, and I wanted to know how good her ass is," he matter-of-factly stated.
"So, how good is it?" Alicia asked in a shaky voice as she joined his side, opposite Katie.
"Hot and tight," Harry moaned again as he pushed all the way in. A perverse squelching noise met their ears right before Angelina squeaked and bucked her ass. Katie could see that the insides of Angelina's thighs were slick with wetness. Harry then pulled back so only the head was in. He then turned to Katie.
"Can you lube me up? It's getting a bit dry," he asked. Katie trembled as she reached down and picked up the bottle. Harry was palming Angie's ass cheeks and kneading them like dough. Angelina then squeaked, and a little squirt of pussy juice sprayed out of her quivering cunt. When Katie turned back to Harry, she saw Alicia pawing at his naked chest. One of her hands was squeezing his bare bottom while the other slid down his chest and over his stomach. Her fingers then caressed the base of his cock. 'What a slut!' Katie mentally berated her friend while flipping the cap up. Pointing the bottle at his shaft, she squeezed it a little too hard. "Brrrrrt!" A huge spurt of lube squirted out all over his shaft and Angie's naked ass.
"Whoops!" Katie giggled and snapped the lid shut. She dropped the bottle back onto the bed, and before she could do anything else, Alicia began massaging the lube into his shaft.
"Alicia!" she practically screeched in annoyance, comically stomping her foot on the floor. "He asked me to do that!" she declared, staring daggers at her friend. Alicia looked at her with the cheekiest of smirks. Katie had never wanted to smack her more than she did right then.
"You snooze, you lose," she said in a sing-song voice while her palm glided up and down the length of his shaft. Before she could take her hand away, Harry began thrusting. Alicia shuddered as his slippery cock slid across her palm. Angelina moaned like a whore, and Alicia rubbed her tits against his arm. "You know, Harry … You can do this to me too … if you want," Alicia told him with desperate eyes.
Harry looked at her and smiled. He then let go of Angelina's fleshy hip and slid his hand underneath Alicia's short skirt. His hand caressed her naked ass before sliding his fingers between her legs. His fingers found her naked pussy, and he slid them along her dripping slit. He pressed his thumb against her asshole and rubbed it in a circular pattern. "So, you're saying I can have either of these holes?" he teased as her pussy dripped all over his fingers.
"Oh!" Alicia shuddered, her eyes fluttering. "Yes!" she gasped and clung to him. "You can have both holes as often as you want," she promised.
"You can have me too, Harry!" he heard Katie say from his other side. He turned and saw her pulling her blouse open, revealing her naked tits and stiff, light pink nipples. She then unbuttoned her tight shorts and pulled his hand from Angelina's other hip. Wasting no time, she shoved his hand down the front of her shorts and started bucking her hips when his fingers found her pussy. Up and down, her slick folds glided along his fingers, making her gasp and shake with pleasure. Harry couldn't help but stare at her perfectly round breasts, bouncing and jiggling with the movement of her sexy body. Angelina's ass suddenly squeezed his cock as if trying to remind him to pay attention to her. He moved his hips faster until they were clapping against her pillowy, brown cheeks.
Angelina spit the pillow from her mouth and looked over her shoulder. She couldn't believe her friends were acting like such pathetic sluts. They were caressing his body and using his fingers for their own satisfaction. It was pathetic. Fortunately, she wasn't able to harp on it for long. Her spine began to tingle, and her big, brown eyes began to flutter. "H-Harry! I …" she began, but then squealed loudly. "EEEP!" she squeaked as her asshole clutched his thrusting shaft with incredible force.
Her juices began dribbling from her cumming pussy and wetting her inner thighs. The brute behind her kept thrusting, and Angelina loved every second of it. All she could do was pitifully wail into her pillow as the best orgasm of her life rocked her gorgeous body.
Behind her, Alicia had leaned in and was kissing and licking all over the side of Harry's face. Seeing what Alicia was doing, Katie decided to do the same thing. Before he knew it, Harry was right in the middle of a three-way kiss. Feeling his own orgasm nearing, Harry pulled his hands from their pussies and cupped their tight asses. "I'm about to cum," he groaned as Angelina continued her death grip on his shaft.
Katie quickly pulled away and dropped to her knees. She looked up at him with pleading eyes as she removed her shirt and tossed it away. She cupped her round, perky tits and lifted them up while opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Harry smiled at the pretty blonde. "That's exactly what I was hoping to see," he praised her actions.
Alicia glared and quickly joined Katie, not allowing herself to be one-upped. Her shirt was tossed away in record time, and she got into the same position as Katie. "Heads together," Harry said, and they pressed the sides of their faces together. They were kneeling so close to each other that the sides of their breasts and thighs were touching. Angelina was still bucking and squirting through her orgasm, and when Harry finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, curled up, and pulled her knees to her chest. Harry turned and aimed his cock at the kneeling duo. His hand found the base of his shaft, and it only took a few tugs before fat ropes of hot cum were flying out of the tip. One thick load slashed across Katie's pretty face. The next, across Alicia's. Over and over it erupted from the tip, and it didn't stop until his seed was dripping from their faces and dribbling down into their impressive cleavage. Harry sighed with relief at finally having his balls emptied. He was slightly surprised to see Katie and Alicia fiercely kissing while trying to clean each other's faces with their tongues. Harry just chuckled happily and watched their show.
Hogwarts Adventure
Harry was somewhat surprised to see Quirrell still sitting with the other professors at breakfast. He was half expecting Dumbledore to deal with him, but it looked like he was wrong. Snape kept shooting him dirty looks, which wasn't out of the ordinary for the greasy git. He glared at pretty much everyone. Quirrell was a bit paler than normal, and he seemed shakier as well. Harry guessed that Voldemort might not have been pleased with his failure. Before breakfast, Harry had visited the forbidden corridor and peeked into the room. Fluffy was still there, growling menacingly, which he was happy to see.
Across from him, Angelina was giving him one of the sexiest looks imaginable while she ran her bare foot up and down his shin. Katie and Alicia couldn't take their eyes off of him either. He made a mental note to spend some time with them in the near future.
Over at the Hufflepuff table, Susan was staring directly at him, practically begging him to look back. Her white blouse was unbuttoned so far that her braless tits were spilling out. The sides of her blouse were pulled far apart, exposing a slim portion of her light pink areolas. When Harry finally looked at her, Susan blushed deeply but appeared pleased nonetheless. Her back slightly arched, and she gently shook her chest from side to side, showing off her perfectly sculpted assets. He had to admit, they looked bloody fantastic as they jiggled around in her top. Unfortunately, the food suddenly disappeared, which brought an end to his fun. As everyone began getting up to start their Saturday, McGonagall sauntered up to him.
"Mr. Potter … The Headmaster would like to see you," she told him. Harry raised an eyebrow, and she waved him off with a smile. "Rest assured, you are not in trouble. He just wishes to speak to you about your part in stopping the troll."
"Alright, Professor," Harry said, getting up. "I'll see you later," he told Hermione and Daphne, who were right next to him. They nodded and got up as well.
Harry followed McGonagall all the way up to Dumbledore's office door. After giving the password, Harry rode up the spiral stairwell and knocked on the door. "Enter." Harry opened the door.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore happily greeted him.
"Good morning, Professor," he returned the greeting.
"And a good morning to you," Dumbledore responded with a smile. "Please, have a seat," he said, waving his hand at the empty chair. Harry sat down.
"First, I would like to express my deep appreciation for the bravery you showed at the feast. If not for you, the injuries would have likely been more severe."
"Think nothing of it, Professor. I was happy to help," Harry smiled, and Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes twinkling.
"Indeed," he nodded happily. "I've also noticed that you've become good friends with Ms. Greengrass," he said. Harry wasn't surprised at all that he had taken a personal interest in the Girl Who Lived. He also wasn't shocked that he was keeping close tabs on her. He had experienced similar treatment during his time as the Boy Who Lived.
"Yes. Daphne, Hermione, and I have become very good friends," Harry confirmed with a nod.
"Ah, yes," he nodded. "Ms. Granger. She's a very intelligent woman. I feel she is going to do great things in the magical world."
"She's as smart as they come," Harry bragged on his friend.
"I don't doubt that at all. Professor McGonagall is always bragging about her star students, and Ms. Granger is definitely on that list," Dumbledore told him with a pleased smile. "Now, going back to Ms. Greengrass … As I'm sure you know, there are many out there who would like to use her for their own benefit … people who don't have her best intentions in mind. Fame can be a wonderful or terrible thing," he told Harry, stroking his long, white beard.
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He had lived it. Still, he nodded, letting Dumbledore know that he understood.
"As her friend, I want you to look out for her. A loyal friend can be the greatest treasure a man or woman can ever hope to have," he said seriously.
Harry knew that while Dumbledore could be manipulative at times, he did try his best to keep him safe. Sometimes, he just didn't go about it the right way. Harry thought about it for a second and then tried to keep the smirk from forming on his face. If Dumbledore got to be a little bit manipulative, why couldn't he?
"I'll guard Daphne with my life," Harry pledged, staring back at the Headmaster with complete seriousness.
"I certainly hope it won't need to go that far, my boy," Dumbledore chuckled. "But I appreciate your devotion."
"But how can I keep her safe when I'm not that good at magic?" Harry asked, rolling the Elder Wand between his fingers. Truthfully, using magic was very easy with the power of the Elder Wand, but Dumbledore didn't need to know that.
"Nonsense, my boy!" Dumbledore declared. "You handled yourself most admirably at the feast."
"Thanks for the kind words, Professor, but a dumb old troll can't fire spells back at me. What if I can't protect Daphne?" he asked, trying to sound as desperate as possible.
"Hmm," Dumbledore hummed and stroked his beard while thinking. "Perhaps you make a good point, Harry. How can I ask you to protect someone without providing the means to accomplish it?"
Harry patiently waited while Dumbledore thought it over. When Fawkes squawked, Dumbledore seemed to have come to a decision. He smiled brightly. "I'll arrange extra lessons for you strictly based on spellcasting. Professors Flitwick and McGonagall are masters of their field, and I'm sure there are a few things I can teach you as well," he said, his eyes twinkling madly. Harry smiled brightly.
"Brilliant!" he cheered, which made Dumbledore chuckle again.
"I'm happy to see you so enthused. I'll arrange everything and send you a note when your first lesson is scheduled. However, I must ask that you don't spread this around. Informing your two friends is perfectly fine, but please, no one else."
"I won't tell anyone, Professor," Harry promised, and Dumbledore smiled and nodded in response.
"Excellent! Now, run along and enjoy your Saturday. There won't be many more sunny days until Spring."
Harry nodded happily and left. As he walked back to the Common Room, he couldn't help but smile. Extra lessons with Dumbledore would definitely come in handy. Whether you loved him or not, no one could deny that Dumbledore was one of the most skilled magic users in the entire world.
Hogwarts Adventure
"How come you get to have extra lessons? That's not fair!" Hermione pouted cutely while sitting cross-legged on his bed. Her arms were crossed over her chest, making her lovely cleavage look even better. Daphne rolled her eyes at Hermione's mini tantrum. Daphne thought he was nuts for taking on extra lessons. That wasn't how she wanted to spend her free time.
Harry smiled at Hermione and crawled onto the bed. She was still pouting when he placed his hand on the inside of her thigh. He slowly dragged it up her skin, and she closed her eyes and shuddered. When his hand reached the highest point, he lightly caressed her clit, making her gasp. "I'm not taking extra lessons for fun, Hermione," he told her as his fingers drifted down her slit.
"The magical world can be a dangerous place, and it's my job to make sure you and Daphne are as safe as possible," he said.
"It is?" she asked and then moaned when one of her taut lips was stretched aside. His fingers danced along the damp, pink flesh of her inner lips.
"Of course it is," Harry smiled while moving his hands to her blouse. He slowly began unbuttoning it. "Who else is going to protect you?" he asked, pulling her blouse open before slipping it off her shoulders. He tossed her shirt away, leaving her topless. He then placed his hand on her chest and gently pushed her onto the bed so she was lying flat. Grabbing the waistband of her skirt, he gave it a tug, and Hermione lifted her ass to help him out.
Her lower belly and smooth mound came into view, which made him stiffen. He pulled the skirt off and dropped it over the side of the bed. Now, all she wore was a pair of white socks. He lifted one of her feet and pulled the sock off. Hermione watched him, breathing heavily as he kissed the soft sole of her foot. "Harry!" she gasped, and her body trembled. He did the same with her other foot, and the smell of her wet pussy hung heavy in the air.
Putting her foot back on the bed, Harry quickly stripped out of his clothes and grabbed the backs of her knees while Daphne watched. Daphne's pussy tingled badly, and she couldn't stop from reaching between her legs and stroking her damp folds. She watched as Harry folded Hermione's body in half and hovered over her, the length of his massive shaft resting against her delicate lips. He slowly started sawing his hips back and forth, sliding his shaft against Hermione's wet folds. Daphne couldn't see Hermione's face, but she could hear her whimpering with need. "Help me out here, Daph," Harry called out to her.
Daphne never moved so fast in her life. Within a split second, she was on the bed and grabbed Harry's cock. He lifted up so only the head was touching Hermione's sweet pussy. Daphne dragged his cock up and down her slit, making Hermione mewl with pleasure. "Daphne … Please!" Hermione begged.
She slid his cock into place, with the tip right against her opening. Daphne had a front row seat as Harry thrust forward, stretching her lips wide and filling her with a single push. Hermione cried out in bliss, which almost muffled the sound of the loud, wet squelch when her upturned pussy was fully stuffed. Harry wasted no time. His hips were a blur as he jackhammered into her squelching pussy. It only took a few thrusts before his shaft was smeared with Hermione's white cream. Daphne's eyes fluttered, and she lightly pinched her clit while watching his fat, bloated balls smacking against Hermione's tight asshole. "You can join in if you want, Daph," she heard Harry say. She didn't need to be told twice.
Removing her clothes as quickly as possible, Daphne leaned in and ran her tongue along Hermione's cheek. When she reached her puckering hole, Daphne wiggled her tongue around the rim, making Hermione squeal with pleasure. Daphne giggled and put her finger against the hole. She slowly eased it in, and before she could even reach the second knuckle, Hermione cried out and orgasmed, squirting her in the face with a spray of juices. It was the perfect way to spend a lazy Saturday.
Chapter 13
The Hogwarts grounds were quite chilly in early November, Harry discovered as his shoes crunched over the grass. An icy frost clung to each blade of grass, making the sprawling grounds look like some kind of winter wonderland, and every time he exhaled, a cloud of mist escaped his lips. Most students at this hour were huddled indoors, either finishing up essays or just trying to stay warm in front of the cozy fireplaces in their respective Common Rooms. Harry, however, was feeling a bit restless.
Harry strolled down the slope toward the lake, his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his thick robe. His naturally messy hair was ruffled even more than usual by the crisp autumn breeze. Normally, the grounds would be full of chatter or excited screams, but now that the first real cold snap of the year had arrived, the only sound was the gravelly crunch of his shoes on the frosted path and the wind rustling his winter robe.
"Harry! Wait up!" he heard someone shout from some distance away.
He turned and saw Susan Bones jogging toward him, her long, thick red hair tied in a messy ponytail that swung back and forth with every stride. Her breasts moved in a way that instantly captured his attention, and Harry, being the gentleman that he was, thought it would be rude if he looked away. She wore a winter robe similar to his, which, unfortunately, hid what she was wearing underneath from his eager view. Her face was flushed from the run, and her cheeks were a lovely shade of pink.
When Susan reached him, she stopped abruptly and hunched forward, hands on her knees to catch her breath. Harry couldn't help but chuckle, but he certainly didn't blame her body's reaction. He would have been out of breath as well if he had run across the grounds in the cold.
"Morning, Susan," he said, grinning. "What are you doing out here so early?"
She straightened and looked at him somewhat shyly. "I was walking to the lake, but when I saw you, I decided to come over and say hi," she admitted, her cheeks growing pinker from embarrassment. He could see that her crush was still going strong, and he was very happy to see it.
"What are you going to the lake for?" Harry wondered, turning to look at the Black Lake. The water rippled strongly from the heavy breeze, and in the far distance, a very large and thick tentacle broke the water's surface before dipping back under.
"I was about to go for a swim," Susan told him, wisps of her coppery red hair whipping her in the face. Harry reached out and brushed them away, letting his fingers gently caress her warm, lightly freckled skin. Her cheeks burned from the intimate touch, but he could tell she was pleased.
"Swim?" Harry asked as though she were crazy. "The water must be freezing!" He shivered just looking at it. Susan smiled cutely and reached into the pocket of her robe. She pulled out a stone sphere, roughly the size of a tennis ball. Harry could see runes etched into the surface as it rolled in her palm.
"Not with this," she said, looking at the sphere like it was a dear, old friend.
"What is it?" Harry asked, leaning in to look closer.
"A gift from my Auntie," she smiled. "I love to swim in the lake behind our house, but I obviously couldn't during the winter, so she had this made for me. It creates a magical dome that warms the air and water," she proudly stated.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed. "That's pretty cool. I wonder where she got it?" he asked, eyeing up the sphere. Susan shrugged.
"I'm not sure, but I think she had it specially made by some enchanter in Germany," she explained.
"So it works?" he asked, looking back up at Susan's gorgeous face. Her blue-gray eyes were quite beautiful as the weak sunlight reflected off her irises. The tip of her cute button nose was slightly pink, and her cheeks were dusted in a light layer of freckles that were partly hidden by her makeup.
"It works brilliantly," she happily stated, and then became a little shy. "Do you want to swim with me?" she asked, holding her breath. She was mentally begging him to say yes.
All Harry could do was gift her a naughty smile.
Hogwarts Adventure
Susan placed the sphere at the water's edge and pressed the tip of her wand against a specific rune. All the runes blazed to life, producing shimmering light that was so bright that he had to look away. A shimmering dome of magic radiated out from the sphere, reaching fifty feet in every direction. The dome's walls were nearly invisible except for a slight, shimmering haze that somewhat distorted the scenery behind them. Susan wasn't joking. The moment the dome was raised, the cold air suddenly turned warm … as warm as a summer's day, in fact.
"You weren't lying," Harry whistled in appreciation while Susan beamed with happiness. Harry then smiled sexily and slowly made his way closer to her. Susan began to tremble slightly, her weight shifting nervously from one foot to the other.
She held her hands at her stomach, fingers shaking slightly, but her eyes were wide with excitement and anxiety. Harry could tell she was waiting for him to make the first move. He loved how she looked at him, like she was undressing him with her eyes.
He took a step toward her. The thick wool robe he wore wasn't well-suited for the sudden increase in temperature. Harry quickly removed the hot robe and dropped it on the ground. Harry then began working on the rest of his clothes. Piece after piece was stripped away and tossed aside. Her breath grew shallow as she watched, unable to tear her gaze away from him. He swore her thighs pressed closer together every time he exposed a new section of skin.
Bare-chested with only a pair of trousers on, Harry quickly stepped out of them and showed off the massive bulge in his boxers. Susan's eyes zeroed in on the bulge, and her lips parted in a small, involuntary gasp.
"Bigger than you expected?" Harry asked, letting a cocky grin spread wide over his face.
Susan nodded dumbly, too mesmerized to speak. Susan couldn't look away. Her pupils were so wide that her irises had nearly vanished. The tip of her tongue peeked out, wetting her suddenly dry lips.
Harry made a show of hooking his thumbs under the elastic of his boxers, slowly inching the fabric downward. He slowed when he hit the top of his hairless pubic area, enjoying the way Susan trembled as he revealed the topmost portion of his shaft. Finally, he pulled the boxers down in one swift movement, and his cock sprang out, slapping loudly against his lower belly. Susan whimpered, and her hands clenched the sides of her robe, roughly twisting the fabric.
Harry's cock was long, fat, and much bigger than Susan had ever thought possible. Even in the warmth of the magical dome, her skin slightly goosebumped. His cock looked obscene … almost too big for his own body. His balls hung low and seemed too big and heavy to be real. Harry let his cock playfully sway as he shifted, knowing he was giving her a show. "Well …?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. "Now it's your turn."
Susan took a moment to gather herself, then nodded. "Okay, Harry." Her voice was quiet and shy, but he could hear the excitement hidden just below the surface.
She undid her own robe, fighting the buttons with trembling fingers. The fabric parted, and for a moment Harry saw only her deep, pale cleavage and the hint of something blue peeking out from beneath. When the robe fell away, Harry's breath hitched.
Susan wore the tiniest bikini Harry had ever seen. It was barely more than a few thin strings and tiny shimmering blue triangles. The cups struggled to contain her breasts, which were truly magnificent … full, round, and jiggling every time she moved. Her waist curved inward before flaring out to her wide, fleshy hips, which the bottom piece of the bikini clung to desperately. Her thighs were creamy and smooth, and the bikini bottoms were so narrow they left almost nothing to the imagination. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric, threatening to tear right through.
"You …" Harry tried to find the words, but he was too horny to think properly. "Bloody hell," was all he could come up with.
Susan blushed, but the compliment made her stand straighter, thrusting her chest out so the bikini struggled even harder to contain those glorious jugs. Her hands hung at her sides, uncertain what to do with them. Harry strode up to her, his cock bobbing with every step, and Susan's eyes dipped to it, unable to help herself. He stopped close, so close she had to crane her neck to keep his face in view. Susan could feel the warm head of his cock tickling the smooth skin of her belly. She fought every urge in her body to drop to her knees and worship his perfect manhood like he deserved.
"Let me help you out with that," Harry said, his voice low and pleasant, and he reached for the strings at the back of her bikini top.
Susan sucked in a breath, trembling as Harry's fingers grazed her bare shoulders, then worked their way to the knot at the nape of her neck. He gave it a gentle tug, and the top loosened, exposing more creamy skin as her cleavage expanded. He then moved to the knot behind her back. The strings were taut, struggling to hold her pillowy tits back, and Harry leaned in, his bare chest brushing her breasts as he reached around her. He could feel her breath, hot against his neck, and the tips of her hard nipples pressed against his skin through the thin bit of fabric.
Harry nuzzled her cheek with his lips as he undid the knot. "Ready?" he whispered. Susan nodded, eyes closed, face angled up like she was about to beg for a kiss.
He let go, and the bikini top fluttered to the ground. Her breasts bounced free, huge and perfectly shaped. Her light pink nipples were rock-hard from anticipation. The areolas were pale, tipped with tiny, almost translucent bumps, and the nipples themselves were stiff and ready to be sucked. Harry stepped back to admire her gorgeous body. "These have to be the best tits in Hogwarts," he said, his voice thick with genuine awe.
Susan squirmed, pressing her arms together to lift and frame her breasts. She then released them, letting them swing. Her nipples pointed directly at him, as if beckoning him closer. Harry knelt in front of her, bringing his face level with her belly. He couldn't see a single tiny hair anywhere from her belly button, down to the waistband of her bikini bottom. He knew that, like every other girl, she had used special hair removal cream on her entire body. Harry loved how silky smooth it made their bodies feel. He could smell the faint scent of perfume on her skin, and it made his cock throb with need. He looked up and smirked. "I don't think you'll be needing these either," he said, fingers already sliding around her hips to the knotted strings at either side.
She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Harry pulled gently at the left bow, letting the string unravel and slip away. The right one then came undone with a flick of his fingers, and the bottom dropped to Susan's ankles. Harry let his hands trail down her thighs, feeling the heat and trembling of her muscles. He then watched as she stepped out of her shoes and the fallen bikini. Now, Susan Bones stood naked before him, every inch of her curvy, perfect body exposed to his ravenous gaze.
He drank in the sight … the heavy, swaying breasts with their proud pink nipples … her flat, pale belly, dimpled slightly by the soft line above her belly button … the fullness of her hips, flaring out dramatically from her tiny waist. The curve of her ass was visible even from the front. Her cheeks were so round that they were practically spilling out from both sides. Her puffy, hairless mound looked impossibly smooth, and between her thick, shapely thighs, pink lips parted just enough to show the wetness inside. Harry could smell her arousal, thick and intoxicating. He reached up and brushed a finger along the edge of her mound, feeling the heat of her skin.
"You're gorgeous," he confidently told her, and Susan's whole body shivered at the praise.
He stood and pressed himself against her, his cock nestling between her thighs, and the head sliding along her slick pussy lips. Susan gasped and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to keep steady, her breasts mashing against his chest. She looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth trembling. "I didn't know they could be that big," she whispered, glancing down at the cock trapped between quivering thighs.
Harry grinned. "You'll get used to the size," he promised, giving her a slow, deliberate thrust that made Susan moan out loud.
"I don't think I will," she shuddered and then gasped when Harry's hips pulled back, dragging the top of his shaft along her dripping slit.
They stood at the water's edge, two naked bodies pressed tightly together while luxuriating in the warmth that Susan's enchanted sphere had provided. Harry wrapped his arms around Susan's waist, lifted her up, and spun her around so her hair whipped behind her. She squeaked and clung to him as he pulled her tight against him, letting her feel every inch of his throbbing cock.
"You're so wet," he said into her ear, kissing the lobe and nipping at it. All it had taken was a few shallow thrusts, and the full length of his shaft was now soaked in her fragrant juices.
Susan reached down, her hand trembling, and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. She squeezed gently, as if testing its weight, then ran her palm over the soft skin, marveling at the feel of him. "It's so hot," she breathed, eyes wide with disbelief. It felt scorching against her palm.
"I think it likes you," Harry teased as she continued to play with it.
She grinned cutely and stroked him from base to tip, making him grunt with pleasure. She watched his face and reveled in the effect she had on him. She glowed with pride when Harry moaned. Harry's hands roamed her body, memorizing the shape of her back, the softness of her sides, and the dramatic flare of her hips. When his fingers brushed the slick folds between her legs, Susan bucked and then squealed, her face red with embarrassment and delight. She let him carry her toward the water, the warmth feeling incredible on her delicate skin. He pressed a kiss to her lips, slow and deep. Susan melted into him, surrendering to his touch. Her hands explored his body, tracing the muscles in his back and the curve of his shoulders. She moaned into his mouth, shameless and hungry for more.
Harry broke the kiss, drew back, and locked eyes with her. "Ready to go in?" he asked, voice playfully light.
Susan blushed again, her cheek dusted with pink. "Whatever you want, Harry." He would never get tired of hearing that phrase.
He grinned, holding her by her ass, and stepped into the lake. The water was almost hot, and when it touched Susan's skin, she gasped and squeezed her legs around Harry's waist, breasts mashed against his chest. Harry stopped waist deep and ran his hands over her body, marveling at the perfection of her form, the smoothness of her skin, and the heat radiating from her pussy. Susan shivered from the pleasure of his fingers lightly brushing against her puckered hole. She kissed him fiercely, tongue slipping into his mouth, and ground her slick pussy lips against his cock, making them both moan.
"Take me," she whispered into his mouth, her voice desperate and trembling. "Please."
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. She clung to him tightly, her soaking-wet pussy pressed tight to his belly. The length of his cock was trapped between her thighs, and Harry could feel the thundering heat of her body and how she trembled with anticipation. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. He nipped at her lower lip and listened to her moan. "Hold on tight," he ordered, his voice low and lustful.
Susan did as she was told, burying her face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the scent of his clean, masculine skin. Her tongue flicked against his throat, and he felt her hips squirming, desperate for friction. She let out a needy, high-pitched whimper.
Harry hoisted her a little higher, letting the tip of his cock slide along the slick folds of her pussy, from the puckering ring of her asshole all the way up to her clit. He rocked his hips, making sure to paint the length of her slit with every inch of his cock, teasing her mercilessly. Susan gasped, her entire body convulsing in his grasp. Her wetness was unreal. She sucked at his neck, her teeth scraping lightly over the skin, then pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. Her face was flushed, her full, pink lips parted. "Harry, please," she begged, almost breathless. "Stop teasing …"
He tilted his hips, letting the head of his cock slide up and brushing her entrance, but not quite entering. Instead, he continued upward, letting the spongy tip of his cock graze the tight ring of her asshole. Susan jerked and squeaked as a wild sensation raced up her spine.
"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered, her voice high-pitched and breathless.
Harry paused, savoring the way her asshole twitched and puckered against the tip of his cock. He rocked gently, teasing her hole with soft, circling pressure. She shuddered so violently that he had to tighten his grip to keep her from falling. He grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "That felt good, huh?" he teased.
She made a desperate, inarticulate noise, her entire body shaking in his arms. Suddenly feeling shy again, Susan buried her face in his neck to hide her embarrassed expression, but she was so far gone with lust that she couldn't help herself. Her hips bucked, mashing her hole even harder into his head. Harry chuckled and pulled back, sliding the tip down and dragging it through her drenched lips. When he positioned himself at her pussy's entrance, Susan whimpered again and lightly bit down on his skin.
"Ready?" he asked, sucking gently on her earlobe.
"God, yes," she moaned, her voice raw with desire. "I want it. Please, Harry …" Susan pleaded.
He lowered her slowly, letting her take the tip of his cock inside. The walls of her pussy clamped down on him immediately, so hot and tight it was almost painful. Susan's whole body spasmed as she was stretched, and her nails dug into the back of his neck as he slid her down, inch by glorious inch. The water lapped around their bodies, but it was her heat he felt most. Her slickness was incredible, as was the way she gasped and squealed as she took him deeper.
He stopped halfway, giving her a moment to adjust, but Susan was greedy. She shifted her hips, forcing herself farther onto him. She shrieked and bit his shoulder, the pain and pleasure making her wild.
"Oh, it's too much!" she babbled, but didn't stop. She didn't want him to stop. "I can feel it all the way up … Oh god! … Harry!" Susan squealed, her pussy already fluttering.
He filled her to the hilt, her fat ass flush against his hips. For a long moment, they both just trembled, locked together, her pussy spasming around his cock. Her arms shook as she clung to him, her face buried in his neck, whimpering with every ragged breath.
Harry let his hands roam, gliding down the slope of her back, cupping her ass, and squeezing it so that her cheeks parted and exposed her pink, crinkled asshole. With his thumb, he massaged the rim, drawing whimpers from Susan with every delicate press.
He began to move, lifting her slowly up, then letting her fall back down, impaling her over and over on his cock. Each thrust made the water around them ripple and splash. Susan's head lolled back, her coppery red hair streaming behind her, her tits bouncing with every movement. Harry watched her nipples bead with droplets, then leaned in and sucked one into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Susan screamed and convulsed, her thighs squeezing his hips like a vise.
She began to move on her own, using the leverage of her legs locked around his waist to bounce herself up and down on his shaft. She was wild now, her body moving instinctively. She slammed herself down after each bounce, grinding her swollen clit against his pubic area. Harry moved his hand between her cheeks again, wetting his finger in the water, then teasing the tight ring of her asshole. Susan went completely stiff, her mouth forming a perfect 'O', and when he slid just the tip of his finger into her, she exploded.
She screamed, her voice echoing across the surface of the lake, and her pussy seized around his cock in a wet, quivering spasm. He felt a sudden gush of wetness as her orgasm tore through her. Her body was shaking so hard he could barely hold her up. Her cunt milked his cock in desperate, rhythmic squeezes, and he could feel the entire length of her silky walls rippling and spasming around him.
Susan kept cumming, grinding hard on his cock as he pistoned into her faster and harder. Her asshole puckered around his finger, and when he pressed in a little deeper, she lost all control. Her body locked up, releasing a flood of pussy juice. She squirted everywhere, clear fluid spurting out from around his cock and mixing with the water below. The sensation was too much for him to handle. Harry's balls tightened, and with a feral groan, he buried himself deep inside her and came.
His cock throbbed, pumping jet after jet of cum deep into Susan's pussy, filling her up until she could feel it flooding her insides. She whimpered and trembled, her arms slipping from his neck as the aftershocks of orgasm left her boneless and limp. Harry held her up, his own legs wobbling and his mind blank with pleasure. They stayed like that for a long, heated moment, Susan panting into his chest and Harry's cock still buried inside her. The world outside Susan's dome of magic was cold and gray, but here, within their shimmering bubble, the air was alive with the scent of sex and sweat.
Susan was the first to move, pulling her face from Harry's chest to look up at him. Her eyes were glassy and heavy with arousal, and her lips were swollen from all the biting and kissing. She tried to speak, but her voice wavered.
"That was…" she breathed, then trailed off, smiling prettily. "Wow!" she finally finished her sentence.
Harry smirked, pushing a strand of wet hair from her face. "I couldn't have said it better myself," he teased, giving her ass a playful slap.
She giggled, though it was more of a shaky exhale than a real laugh. "I don't think I can walk," she admitted, her head lolling against his shoulder.
Harry chuckled and carried her, cock still inside her, back toward the shallow end of the lake. Every step made her pussy squeeze him, and she shuddered from little orgasmic aftershocks running through her body. When they reached the shore, Harry knelt and lowered Susan onto a patch of soft, warm grass, laying her gently on her back. He withdrew from her slowly, watching as a creamy line of his cum dribbled from her gaping pussy and trickled down onto the grass below. Susan lay there, her legs unapologetically spread wide and her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was streaked with water and sweat. She looked up at Harry with a lazy, satisfied smile.
"Can we do that again?" she asked, her cheeks flushing. Harry smiled while his eyes drifted down her body. When they reached her pussy, Susan opened her legs a little wider, proudly showing off her swollen clit and freshly fucked pussy.
Harry smiled, lying down beside her. He kissed his way down her neck, her collarbone, and into the soft valley between her breasts. "As much as you want," he promised before kissing her nipple. Susan moaned, arching her back and thrusting her nipple into his mouth.
They stayed there in the magical warmth, tangled together as they kissed, licked, sucked, and fucked their way through a perfect Sunday morning.