Chapter 10
December 25th 1991
Hogwarts
Harry went to sleep on the night of December 24th feeling apprehensive.
He had never really had a Christmas celebration before.
The Dursleys had afterall never given Harry or Caroline gifts leaving them to have to celebrate on their own.
That would be different though this year as Harry and Caroline now had money of their own that they could use to buy gifts for their friends.
And Harry had made a lot of friends already including those who he was and was not fucking.
When Harry woke up on Christmas Day he was surprised to see how many presents he had under the tree in his dorm.
He also got some gifts from people he did not know which was confusing a bit.
But when he looking at the names Harry realized he must have gotten gifts from members of the Wizengamot who wanted to get on his good side for when he assumed his family seat in a few years time.
How nice.
As Harry opened his gifts he noticed that a lot of people had gotten him books.
Which was fine to Harry since he always loved to learn new stuff.
From Caroline Harry got a photo album.
From Pansy Harry got a series of butt plugs.
From Hermione Harry got candy.
From Daphne Harry got a book about marriage contracts.
What wonderful gifts.
But what confused Harry though was a gift that had no name on it.
Harry opened the box and gasped.
Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth up. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.
He recognized that Harry was now holding an invisibility cloak.
He reached into the box and found a not saying the cloak had belonged to his father.
Well it was certainly nice to have a family heirloom returned even if Harry wondered who had the cloak for the past ten years.
Regardless Harry decided it was time to get ready for the Christmas Feast.
Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner.
A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy
and cranberry sauce - and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet
along the table.
These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside.
Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a
flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick
had just read him.
Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey.
Harry watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's
amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.
When Harry finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of
things out of the crackers, including a pack of non expandable, luminous
balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set.
The white mice had disappeared and Harry had a nasty feeling they were
going to end up as Mrs. Norris's Christmas dinner.
What a meal
Later that night Harry was wandering through the halls.
He had used the Book of Reality to ensure he would not get in trouble for being out past curfew.
So that would allow Harry to explore the castle with impunity.
And their was still a lot of the castle to explore.
When Harry turned to walk down a hallway he felt a pull towards a room he had never seen before.
Shrugging Harry decided to open the door and enter the room.
A room that had only a mirror in it.
How peculiar.
Walking into the room Harry went over to the mirror to inspect it.
The mirror had a weird encrypted sentence at the top of it.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi"
Harry squinted and thought for a few minutes before he realized that he was looking at a backwards sentence that read.
"I show not your face but your heart's desire"
Hmm interesting.
Harry then looking into the mirror and was confused when he just saw a cloud of smoke in the mirror.
Now what on earth did that mean.
Suddenly then the fog dissipated revealing a mirror image of Harry.
And this other version of Harry was holding a stone of sorts that he placed inside his pocket.
Harry's eyes widened as he felt something enter his pocket.
Harry pulled a glistening stone from his pocket which he just started at in confusion.
What was this thing.
Harry decided to put the stone back in his pocket.
He could do some research when he was back in his dorm room on what this stone was.
Harry looked back at the mirror which had dissolved into fog again.
So if the mirror is supposed to show your truest desire did that mean that Harry did not have a truest desire.
That did not seem right though.
Harry had plenty of goals he was striving to achieve.
He shook his head to dispel those thoughts.
Yawning Harry decided it was about time to go to bed.
But he did think the room was interesting so as he left the room he made a mental note of its location.
Maybe he could bring Caroline here one day and see if any images showed up for her.
Harry was skeptical about the mirror but he was very curious about the rock it had given him.
January 1992
I was surprised to see another girl with Caroline when I meet with her for my next session.
Pansy Parkinson
Surprise turned to shock as Pansy's hand reached around and began to unbutton the buttons on the front of my dress.
Pansy then opened up the fabric of my dress wide and was rewarded with an unobstructed view of my bra and panties.
"When I see a cute girl like you, Hermione, I quite often wonder what sort of panties she's wearing underneath her clothes," Pansy informed me, in a conversational tone.
"Yours are rather cute, although white isn't really your color. Only innocent girls should wear white, and you're hardly innocent.
You're sending out a dishonest message to me with those white panties."
"I never thought that you'd ever see them, ma'am."
"Of course they're very small and high-cut. I like that. They expose a lot of flesh, and you're a very beautiful girl.
Girls as adorable as you should expose as much flesh as possible. It's a public service to those of us who live around you."
And then Pansy reached for my breasts, briefly fondled them, getting my nipples hard and erect and then she found the latch between my bra cups and unfastened it.
And just like that my bra fell away and my breasts were naked and exposed to Pansy's eyes.
"Your breasts don't droop or sag at all," Pansy enthused, "You must be so proud! They're absolutely darling!"
Pansy and Caroline then conspired to get me out of my dress leaving me clad in only my panties and my high-heeled shoes.
Pansy then inserted a finger into my panties, making contact with my skin and sliding the fabric of the extremely tight material slightly down my hips.
Then with her other hand, she lifted my chin slightly so that she and I could make eye contact.
I didn't like the way he looked at me. Icy shivers ran down my spine and I feared the touch of those hands.
Pansy then pulled my panties down to my thighs and I heard her gasp of pleasure at what she has uncovered.
"How wonderful," she gushed, "I had no idea that you would be shaved down there. Your pubic lips look so vulnerable without any pubic hair to cover them.
Pansy then pulled my panties all the way down to my ankles and removed my shoes before stripping me of my panties completely.
And then without so much as a word of warning, Pansy reached between my legs and cupped my pussy in her hand.
I whimpered when her hand touched that most intimate of my treasures.
Pansy then ran her hands all over my naked flesh.
She fondled my breasts with both hands and set me to panting when she repeatedly brushed her thumbs over my already-erect nipples.
Of course Pansy wasn't content to just fondle my breasts.
She cupped my breasts, rubbed my nipples, pinched my nipples, pulled on my nipples and got them insanely wet by kissing and sucking on them.
She also ran her hands across my ribcage, across my concave belly, inside softness of my thighs and across the slick, swollen folds of my labia before finally separating my pubic lips and thrusting a demanding finger inside my heated sex.
I moaned and whimpered at the intrusion of Pansy's finger deep inside the most intimate and secretive part of my anatomy.
"Oh, God, Caroline," I pleaded, filled with dread that Pansy might actually finger me to an orgasm.
Caroline took no heed of the panic in my voice and instead responded, "What did you call me?
Pansies finger was still deep inside my tender orifice, so it made it hard to think, but I soon realized the error of my ways. "Mistress," I exclaimed, "Sorry, I meant to call you Mistress!"
Caroline sighed lightly and said, "It doesn't matter what you meant to say. I will have to punish you now "
Then, to add to my shame and make me feverish with humiliation, Caroline said, "Pansy, would you like to stay and watch when I spank Hermione?"
Pansy smiled brightly and said, "Caroline, I'd be honored. It will be a pleasure to watch the poor girl get what's coming to her!"
I moaned miserably at her words and then Pansy said, "Caroline, I'd like to get a look at her bottom before it gets spanked. Could you turn her around for me?"
Caroline then grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to turn around and display my bare bottom to Pansy.
"Keep your hands away from your body," Caroline ordered. I rested my hands against the wall in front of me.
That seemed to satisfy her.
"Hermione, you're bottom is absolutely perfect," gushed Pansy. Suddenly her hands were on my perfect bottom, fondling it, pinching it, squeezing each buttock, running a finger down the crease in between and even stroking my anus.
"Your bottom is so high and firm and smooth," Pansy said. "You should always dress in something that shows your bottom off.
That dress didn't help you display your assets at all. You should be dressing in spandex tights or nylon shorts...something that clings and hugs the contours of your perfect bottom!"
I felt shamed and degraded at the way Pansy was fondling and enjoying my naked body and then Caroline's voice cut in again and said,
"Hermione, this woman just gave you some fashion advice. Aren't you going to thank her?"
"Thank you, Ma'am," I managed to say. "That was very kind of you."
"I can't thank you enough for inviting me to meet with you two Caroline," said Pansy as she continued to fondle my buttocks and thighs, "This girl is an absolute delight I had no idea."
Pansy then glided her hand down in between my butt cheeks and eventually cupped my swollen labia from behind where she slid her finger into my throbbing sex once again.
"Turn her around, again," she said to Caroline, and Caroline used my hair like a leash to guide me away from the wall and towards Pansy.
When I was facing Pansy, Caroline commanded me to place my hands behind my back. I complied instantly, crossing them at the wrists.
Then Pansy surprised me, leaning in, wrapping her arms around my naked body and kissing me passionately on the mouth.
I was caught by surprise and instinctively opened my mouth to accept the Pansy's tongue.
I felt the rising and falling of the other woman's breasts through the fabric of her dress as they pressed against my own naked breasts and swollen nipples.
Pansy continued to kiss me and rub herself up against my naked body and I moaned into her mouth as her hands and lips excited my libido as she touched my naked body.
And just as the rubbing and the kissing and being made naked and helpless got me to a state of arousal where I was panting and soaking wet between my legs,
Caroline spoke up and announced, "That's enough you two. It's time that Hermione was punished for her misdeeds."
Pansy stopped kissing me and stepped back
"Pansy bring her here so that I can secure her hands."
I allowed Pansy to lead me by my hair over to Caroline.
When my naked body was standing near Caroline, she took my wrists and brought them behind me.
She brought both hands up on my back, bending them at the elbows until my wrists were crossed and up by my shoulder blades. Then she began winding rope around my wrists, very tight and precise.
I hadn't even seen her holding any ropes. I suppose she might have been holding them behind her back.
"Have you ever been spanked before, Hermione?" Caroline asked.
"Never, Mistress," I confessed. "My parents never believed in spanking. I was rarely bad and when I misbehaved they usually just grounded me."
"You poor girl," Caroline said. "I suppose we can make up for the punishments that your parents never gave you."
Foolishly I asked, "Will it hurt?"
"It's no good unless it hurts." Caroline finished binding my wrists and knotted the rope several times.
But there was still more rope in her hand.
She then ran the rope over my shoulder and down under my arm back to the wrists.
That was repeated over the other shoulder, and several times for each shoulder.
When she tied the final knots, my hands were not only tied, they were locked high up on my back.
I tugged at them a bit, but there wasn't much hope of working anything free, Caroline was simply too good with the ropes.
When my arms were completely immobilized, Caroline turned me around and took each of my swollen nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them in a painfully tight grip.
The pain of Caroline's fingers on my nipples was very nearly as sharp and painful as the nipple clamps that had imprisoned my nipples the week before.
I gasped and whimpered in pain and struggled against the ropes.
Caroline then yanked hard on my nipple and led me across the room to an chair where Pansy was now seated.
Then; still pulling on my nipple; Caroline forced me to bend over and get across Pansy's lap.
Once I was in position, I was staring down at the floor with my arms helplessly bound behind my back and my naked butt raised up in the air.
I could feel the fabric of Pansy's skirt against my naked belly and realized this wasn't just a humiliating position to be punished, but also a very revealing and intimate one.
Pansy gently touched my naked skin with her fingers and traced the line of my bottom where it joined my thighs and traveled slowly up to the cleft between my cheeks.
I closed my eyes and tensed my buttocks, wondering just how hard Pansy could spank.
The first smack that came down and stung far more than I'd thought it would. I had never been spanked before in my life, so I had no idea how much it could hurt, but it was a sharp, stinging pain and the woman spanking me didn't give me any time to adjust to the pain.
A second and a third stinging slap came raining down on my naked bottom before I fully absorbed the intensity of the first blow.
I whimpered and yelped as Pansy took advantage of my nudity, my helplessness and the vulnerable, humiliating position I was in.
The pain was sharp and daunting and soon I had hot, wet tears streaming down my face.
But it didn't matter how much I cried out in pain or how much my naked butt squirmed or how many wet, pitiful tears streamed down my face, Pansy just continued to punish my poor, naked bottom with one stinging blow after another.
My poor, naked bottom had never been in so much pain and then she stopped spanking it long enough to say, "Hermione, your bottom is so beautiful, it's a shame you can't see it.
Not only is it firm and perfectly shaped, but this reddish-pink color really highlights it.
The color really attracts your attention and draws the eye in and makes your bottom the center of attention."
I tried to say something in response, but suddenly Pansies hand was slapping my naked skin once again, only this time she was spanking the backs of my thighs, which turns out are even more sensitive than my ass.
I screamed even louder than before as she mercilessly inflicted stinging slaps to my thighs.
I felt more helpless and vulnerable than ever before as Pansy inflicted seven stinging spanks to the backs of my bare thighs while I was bound and bent over her lap.
By the time she was finished spanking me I was sobbing like a little girl.
My bottom felt like it was hot enough to melt butter, however my punishment wasn't over.
I was lifted up off of Pansy's lap and Caroline was allowed to sit down on the chair.
Once over her lap, Caroline stroked my bare bottom and said, "Pansy was right. Your bottom really is beautiful."
Then without warning she smacked my poor bottom and made me flinch. My bottom was already sore and Caroline had a strong arm and firm hands.
Her initial swat stung worse than any of the swats Pansy had rained down on my ass.
Her second swat stung even worse than the first, although it was around about this time I realized that the heat within my loins was increasing.
The heat in my pussy didn't make the pain on my bare buttocks and thighs any less, however as the throbbing heat between my legs became more and more intense, the pain became something sexual and somehow enjoyable.
It was less like a punishment and more like having a powerful orgasm from a dildo that's much too large for you and yet you force it inside your vagina anyway and painfully stretch your vaginal muscles as you race towards orgasm.
Caroline didn't care about my lust or my throbbing pussy.
She only cared about spanking my ass and turning my skin to an angrier color of red.
I screamed in pain even though my throbbing pussy was getting wetter and wetter as Caroline punished me.
I screamed until my throat was sore and I was too hoarse to continue screaming.
My face was soaking wet with my own tears and Caroline continued to smack my poor naked bottom.
Soon I stopped screaming, however I was still sobbing and twitching.
I hadn't quite reached orgasm, however my sex was wet and throbbing like it had never been before.
In addition to sobbing in pain I was also panting with sexual excitement.
I panted and gasped and moaned as Caroline's cruel hand punished my naked buttocks.
I was breathing very hard and I felt feverish with sexual heat.
My nipples were very rigid and my hips were squirming and bouncing with each and every swat against my defenseless bottom.
My face was wet with tears, my body was wet with sweat and my throbbing sex was wet with sexual hunger.
In my sexual fever I barely even noticed when I was lifted off Caroline's lap and bent over Pansy's.
I felt Caroline's arm around my waist and heard Pansy say, "Her bottom looks awfully red. Do you think she can take more?"
"Girl's bottoms are very resilient," was Caroline's reply. "You'd be amazed just how much punishment they can take."
Naked and bound, and my bottom already sore, I felt more helpless than ever any time previously in my entire life, and that feeling of helplessness only caused the throbbing heat between my legs to intensify.
Suddenly there was a loud smack as I felt Pansy's hand impact hard across my left buttock.
Then the next blow came down on my right buttock. And then on the heels of that a stinging smack came down across the back of my left thigh.
Soon I was screaming in pain again.
. I screamed and screamed and screamed again, but Pansy never lessened the severity of her blows. They just kept coming down, one after another.
I slipped into a shameless, mindless state, sobbing and whimpering while my ass and thighs got redder and redder.
Tears ran down my face and blurred my vision.
But in the midst of all of this pain and humiliation I was hotter and more aroused than I had ever been before.
And while I kicked and thrashed around on Pansy's lap and screamed in pain, I suddenly realized that I was on the verge of orgasm.
Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me while Pansy continued to spank my ass.
It was more powerful than any orgasm I'd ever had before and I screamed at the intensity of it.
I was made to stand and then kissed warmly. "Darling, you're so beautifully responsive," Caroline told me, "You're a perfect female subject for corporal discipline."
I was then kissed and kissed some more. Caroline's mouth muffled the sounds of my sobbing.
"You're bottom is so cute right now, Hermione," Pansy assured me, "I wish you could see it."
I was then ordered to my knees and Pansy and Caroline stripped naked from the waist down.
I was then ordered to eat Pansies pussy.
Pansy's labia were quite swollen, reddish in color and impressively slick with her own juices.
I licked dutifully at her swollen pubic lips and licked at the hood of her clit until it pulled back and revealed her swollen clit.
Surprisingly Pansy's juices tasted nothing like Caroline's.
I was an amateur when it came to going down on a woman and I had originally guessed that all women would taste the same.
"Oh God," Pansy exclaimed in between panting and gasping,
"Oh God, you wonderful girl! Oh God, your tongue! Lick me with that wonderful tongue! Yes, yes, lick me you wonderful, naked girl!"
I licked and kissed her pussy, snaking my tongue over her lips and in between them, sticking my tongue up inside her pussy.
I felt her squirming and Pansy's hands grabbed my hair and pulled my head hard against her pelvis.
My head was trapped and Pansy rubbed her pussy against my mouth and I felt her tense, shiver and tense once more and pull me in harder.
I felt her spasms and kept licking her pussy until she relaxed her grip on my head and pushed me slightly away from her vulva.
I kissed her gently on her thighs, but Pansy just pushed me further away.
"There's no time for you to rest, Darling," Caroline informed me, "Now get to work at pleasuring me."
On my knees, Pansy herded me over to Caroline, smacking my already-sore buttocks to encourage me to crawl faster.
I moved between Caroline's legs and I stuck my face into the folds of Caroline's shaved, smooth, slick pubic lips and proceeded to make her moan, pant, whimper and shudder.
And while I engulfed Caroline's shaved vulva in my mouth a hand stole between my legs and cupped my own swollen lips.
The sensation was exquisite, although completely unexpected.
I jerked and writhed and raised my head up from between Caroline's thighs as unseen fingers played with my labia and one finger was inserted into me.
"Uooogh," I exclaimed inarticulately as I felt the finger invade my most sensitive and secretive place.
"She's still soaking wet," I heard Pansy exclaim behind me. "Does everything we do excite her?"
I heard Caroline reply. "I'd be disappointed in her if she wasn't wet."
I was ashamed and humiliated to hear Pansy and Caroline talking about the wetness of my pussy like that; however I was also somehow strangely proud. Caroline approved of how wet I was between my legs, and that meant something to me.
A slap against my bare buttocks reminded me to return to the task of eating Caroline's beautiful, pink slit.
My bottom was already painfully sore.
I was amazed at how much punishment my bare bottom had already taken, however Caroline seemed to think I could take more.
I needed to be very obedient and attentive if I didn't want to find out just how much more.
I continued to lick my mistress's pussy.
Caroline didn't call out my name, but she panted and wailed and made a lot of inarticulate noises and her pelvis writhed and surged while I sucked on her clit.
I did my best to keep my mouth clamped to the center of her womanhood while she had a lusty, powerful orgasm and got her juices all over my lips.
I remained on my knees while Caroline came down from a powerful orgasm and slowly regulated her breathing from heavy panting down to something more standard.
Shortly after Caroline had come down from her first orgasm, she smacked my poor, naked bottom and ordered me to begin eating her pussy again.
Her pubic lips were still swollen, slick and pink and I began licking them once again.
I started at the bottom and worked my way up to the top, Caroline seemed to like that.
When my tongue got tired and I paused to get it a break, Caroline would instantly spank my poor naked ass.
I tried to be tenacious in my pussy licking, but my poor tongue was new to cunnilingus.
I was soon whimpering in pain because of my stinging, reddened ass and Caroline was gasping and panting from the ministrations of my tongue and lips on her pussy.
She came forcefully and with ear-splitting screams as I licked at her clit and sucked on it simultaneously.
"Oh, God," Caroline moaned emphatically and then she pushed me away.
After a few minutes Pansy said, "Hermione, I've enjoyed your naked body so much, I'm going to give you something of a reward for all of the happiness you've given me."
I had absolutely no idea what she meant by that, however I soon found out when Pansy forced her fingers into my throbbing sex and I screamed at the unexpected intrusion.
While Pansy deeply and vigorously fingered my pussy, She also kissed me passionately on the mouth, gagging my mouth with hers and forcing her tongue into my mouth.
I felt fingers inside of me, moving, clenching and moving some more, my exposed, vulnerable pussy belonged to that hand.
Those fingers and knuckles owned my pussy far more than I did.
I was being penetrated in my cunt and in my mouth and the sensation was overwhelming.
I was crying out loud into Pansy's mouth as her fingers filled my sex and fucked me deep, filling me up completely.
Pansy had strong fingers and they took total possession of my aching sex, stuffing me full and banging me wide open.
There were tears in my eyes and I screamed into Pansy's mouth as my sex seemed to explode and I was enveloped in wave after wave of white-hot thunderous orgasms.
I saw light behind my closed eyelids and convulsed wildly as Pansy kept her long strong fingers deep inside of me.
When she finally pulled her fingers out of my defenseless pussy, I was drenched in sweat and panting as if I'd just run a marathon.
Pansy sucked my juices off of her fingers like it was whipped cream, giving me a lewd, suggestive look the whole time.
Pansy then left the room leaving just Caroline and Hermione.
Soon afterwords the two of them had to leave to avoid curfew.
But what a day it had been.
Chapter 11
January 1992
Room of Requirement, Hogwarts
Harry was surprised when he saw Daphne for the first time since Winter Break ended.
She had obviously gone shopping over the holidays.
Daphne was wearing a tiny little pleated school skirt which didn't make it even half way down her thighs.
For a blouse, she wore a crop-top t-shirt whose lower half had been torn off, and which came down to barely an inch or so below the bottom of her prodigious boobs.
The shirt fit her shoulders fine, but her bust was so large that the material was stretched tight across her large chest.
The torn lower hem of the shirt hung down from her 32DD tits in such a way that Harry felt an immediate urge to reach up from below and fondle her lovely bra-less tits.
The kicker, though, was what was printed on the shirt itself. Stretching across her large boobs were the words,
"PROPERTY OF POTTER".
His eyes bugged out of his head.
Harry's mouth fell open in surprise.
He was speechless. His cock immediately started to get hard.
Daphne smiled cheerily. "What do you think of my t-shirt?" she chirped. "Isn't it funny?"
"It's so retro! And look!" she continued. "It's got matching panties!" She lifted up her skirt with both hands, displaying white panties with a red heart placed dead center over her pussy.
Then she spun around, making the skirt spin upward, and she bent over to let Harry look at her delicious ass.
She put the palms of her hands on either side of her ass, as if she were presenting it to Harry to fuck her.
Written across the back of the panties, stretching across her ass were the words,
"This Ass Belongs to Daddy Harry"
She turned her head and, still bent over and facing away from Harry, smiled happily. "Isn't it fun?" she asked, beaming.
Then Daphne straightened up and smiled at Harry as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.
She reached her arms up toward the ceiling in the sort of morning stretching motion that people sometimes do without thinking.
It was an ordinary sort of action that, for most folks, wouldn't be anything special.
But with a body like hers and dressed as she was, the overall effect was breathtaking.
When she raised her arms upward, the skimpy t-shirt rose upward, exposing the full, round undersides of her big, round tits.
Harry stared at her chest, praying that the t-shirt would rise up another inch to expose her nipples.
Her body was glorious. Daphnes tiny skirt showed off her perfect legs. And her huge tits straining against that minuscule, overstretched shirt! She'd barely walked in the room, and already Harry's cock was aching.
"Hey Daddy can we do some stretching exercise first"Daphne asked.
Harry readily agreed.
Daphne inhaled deeply and stretched her arms out, getting rid of the kinks in her body.
Her poor little t-shirt was stretched to the limit.
She pushed her arms backward, thrusting her tits out toward Harry and smiled at him. "I love exercising!" she said.
Daphne bent over, practically thrusting her round ass in his face.
Then she knitted her fingers together behind her neck and did squats that looked as if she were pantomiming bouncing up and down on a rigid cock.
She put her hands behind her neck, leaning her head back and thrusting her tits outward. The little t-shirt rose up all the way, exposing both her breasts.
Daphne stood with her legs apart and raised one arm over her head, using the hand of her other arm to grasp her elbow.
The result was that her t-shirt rose up yet again, exposing one of her tits. When she lowered her arm, her t-shirt remained bunched around her shoulders, exposing her tits completely.
Daphne giggled and grasped the hem of the t-shirt to pull it down, but then proceeded to use both her hands to adjust her tits under the shirt, the way women do when they're adjusting their bra, only of course Daphne wasn't wearing a bra.
Then she continued to play with her tits, smiling innocently at Harry the whole time.
Daphne then walked up to Harry. Standing over him she bent down and kissed him on the top of my head.
The result, of course, was that the t-shirt rode up on her chest yet again, and when her face bent down to his head, her bare, braless tits were thrust in his face.
They were delicious. With one hand, Daphne grabbed the back of Harry's head and pulled his face into her cleavage.
Harry's mouth sought out her areola. Daphne started panting as he sucked on her hard nipple.
Daphne pulled away after only a few seconds. Giggling, her eyes bright with horniness, she backed off and resumed her "exercises". When Harry looked at her tits, he saw one of them glistening with saliva where he had licked her.
Daphne sat on the ground, planting her feet and the palms of her hands on the ground.
She started thrusting her pelvis up and down, up and down, faster and faster. The t-shirt rose up yet again, exposing her tits.
The tiny pleated skirt slid up her thighs and rested at her waist, exposing her white panties to Harry.
Finally, panting, Daphne stopped and stood up. Her tits were heaving with exertion.
Daphne then decided to lay next to Harry and she nestled her head against his chest and put her arm across Harry. She put one leg over his and pressed her whole body against his.
After a few minutes her hand slid lower, nearer to his crotch. Daphne started undoing his belt.
She unzipped Harry's zipper and reached inside his pants. She started fondling his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Daphnes hand went inside his boxer shorts and began stroking Harry's cock.
She sat up and started pulling Harry's pants off. When she was done, she took his erect cock in her hands and kissed the tip lovingly.
Her eyes went back and forth between looking Harry in the eyes and staring lovingly at the cock in her hands. "I love wearing tight clothes around you!"
Daphne bent down and licked his cock head. "I love my Daddy," she said quietly, then slurped his cock into her mouth.
After a second of swirling her tongue around his cockhead, she lifted her face off his rod, looked me in the eye
"My Daddy's cock is my Master."
Then she slurped his cock into her mouth again, and sucked Harry for a several seconds. "I love my Master," she said when she came up for air again. Then she began licking the shaft up and down while she murmured, "Come in my mouth, Daddy. Please?"
"If you insist," Harry said, grinning.
He put both hands on the sides of her head and pulled her mouth downward onto his cock.
Harry began pumping up into her mouth over and over, while his hands guided her head up and down over and over and over, fucking her mouth.
"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!"
Harry grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth harder.
"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!"
"You're so beautiful, Daphne," I said. "Such a perfect cocksucker. Suck your Daddy!"
"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!"
"Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!"
Daphne willingly gave herself to Harry, allowed him to fuck her mouth relentlessly. His cock was her Master, and she gave her self to her Master.
"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!"
It didn't take long before Harry exploded into her mouth, filling it with warm cum.
With his cock still filling her mouth, Daphne closed her eyes in ecstasy, savoring the taste.
After several seconds, she finally opened her eyes, took her mouth off his rod and spoke. "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for feeding my mouth."
After Harry came, Daphne continued to play with his dick holding it gently and licking it.
Between licks and slurps, she spoke lovingly.
"You can come in my mouth, or on my face, or all over my tits. I know you love my tits, Daddy, 'cause you're always looking at them. Do you want to pump your cream all over my tits?"
Despite having just come, her words were keeping Harry hard. "Suck me some more, Daphne," He instructed her.
Daphne giggled. "Hee hee hee! Yes, Daddy."
She slurped his cock into her wet, welcoming mouth and swirled her tongue around his cockhead.
She closed her eyes and sucked, sucked, sucked. She was in a dreamland of cock worship.
Harry lay back and soaked in the feelings.
His hands were both on either side of my Daphne's head, caressing her platinum blonde hair.
But she hardly needed any encouragement from Harry. She was so completely absorbed by the cock in her mouth that she hardly knew where she was, or cared.
All that existed for her was his cock. And all that existed for Harry was her wet mouth servicing her Daddy.
Daphne went on and on, licking and slurping his cock.
She was so absorbed licking and sucking that she was completely lost to the world.
The whole time she sucked, Harry whispered encouragement to her. "Good job, honey. Suck me, baby. Suck your Daddy lollipop. Daddy loves you. Suck your loving Daddy."
For the next half hour Harry's hard cock was in her mouth the whole time while he stroked her platinum blonde hair and whispered endearments and encouragements.
Daphne, meanwhile, cooed and whimpered with submissive horniness, grateful that he was giving her the gift of letting her suck Harry.
The more she sucked me, the more submissive she became. Soon she was greedily slurping while wrapping her whole body around Harry. "Please, Daddy! Feed me cum, Daddy!"
Despite having cum so recently, Harry was still hard as a rock.
When he felt his cum boiling over again, Harry gripped Daphne's head more tightly and started urging her to suck in and out faster and deeper. "Daddy needs to give you a gift, sweetie. You need to suck Daddy harder so I can give you another load of cum."
"Mmmph! Mmmph! 'Es, 'Addy!" she gurgled.
"Suck! Suck! Suck!"
"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!"
Harry flooded Daphne's mouth with a warm mouthful of cum, which she dutifully and lovingly swallowed. "Drink it! Swallow your Daddy's gift of cum!"
Within seconds, Daphne was eagerly gulping down her second load of cum. After she swallowed, she looked up at Harry lovingly. "Thank you, Daddy."
After that Harry pulled his pants back on. Daphne laid in his arms with her head resting on his shoulder. Harry put his arm around her, and they settled wordlessly into each other's arms.
Daphne drifted into sleep, still hugging Harry the whole time.
Her t-shirt had ridden up yet again and was bunched up almost up at her collar bone, while her tiny little pleated skirt was askew, showing her lovely young ass.
While one of Harry's arms was hugging Daphnes shoulders and holding her to him, his other hand gently caressed her bare tits.
While she slept deeper and deeper, her hand gravitated toward his crotch, so that after a few minutes, Daphne was cupping his groin and caressing it in her sleep.
What a day.
TWO WEEKS LATER
The next time Harry was able to meet with Daphne again in the Room of Requirement he was again shocked when she came in wearing the tiniest bikini on earth.
That little bikini top failed to contain most of her big soft tits.
The little triangles managed to cover her areolas, but that was about it. The straps were barely able to stay in place the moment Daphne shrugged her shoulders.
Daphne smiled brightly when she saw Harry staring at her. "Good morning, Daddy! What do you think of my swimsuit?"
Harry was so entranced by her body he was barely able to blink.
Daphne turned around to give Harry a view of her backside. Viewed from behind, you could barely tell that she was wearing anything at all.
The little yellow spaghetti straps were so narrow they were barely wider than fettuccini noodles.
And the thong bottoms didn't cover anything, serving no other purpose than to draw attention to her exposed ass - her perfect, round ass that was just aching to be fondled and rammed from behind.
Daphne then came toward Harry and gave him a hug, pressing her voluptuous, almost nude body against his.
Still molding her nearly naked body to his, Daphne raised her hand up and put her palm against his chest.
Harry put his arm around her and pulled her body even closer to him.
He had a huge urge to bend his head down and to begin kissing her tits.
Daphne paused and asked " Daddy, can you put sunscreen on my back?"
"Sure"
"Great!" said Daphne. She handed Harry a tube of cream and laid down onto her stomach. "Thanks, Daddy."
Harry squirted a dollop of cream onto Daphne's back and started at the shoulders, rubbing it into her skin.
"Oh Daddy! That feels so wonderful!"
Harry moved his hands a little downward, toward the center of her back.
His hands moved toward the side of Daphne's back, rubbing the lotion into the area just next to where her large breasts were bulging out.
His fingertips grazed against the sides of her swelling tits.
"That's it, Daddy. Cream me all over," said Daphne.
Harry reached over to the tube of sun screen and squirted more white cream onto Daphne's ass.
His hands reached Daphne's bare ass, and he began rubbing the cream into her ass cheeks.
"Oh yeah, Daddy!"
"Is this what you want, honey?" Harry asked.
"Of course I want it, Daddy." said Daphne. "Massage it into my ass. I want to be creamed all over."
Harrys hands moved up and down, rubbing against the sides of Daphne's breasts one moment, then moving down to vigorously maul her ass cheeks the next.
Daphne's ass was glorious.
Harry rubbed deeper into Daphne's ass crack, closer and closer to her pussy.
Hia fingers touched Daphne's pussy lips and she cried out. "Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!" Her body stiffened and quivered as she orgasmed.
His finger continued going deep into her twat and Daphne began humping her ass up and down. Harrys other hand slipped under her torso and gripped her tit.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
"You want this,"Harry told Daphne.
It wasn't a question. It was an instruction. A command.
"Yes!" Daphne cried. Her ass was humping up and down while Harry finger fucked her.
After several seconds Daphne was left panting and shaking.
Harry pulled his hand back and spoke calmly. "How's that?" He asked, as if all he had done was apply a bit of sun screen.
Harry then used the magic of the Room of Requirement to create a pool in the middle of the room.
He then took off all of his clothes and jumped in.
"Wait for me!" Daphne shouted.
Harry watched her incredible, nearly nude body as she stood and preened for him like a sex goddess.
Daphne stared Harry in the face and licked her lips. She adjusted the straps on her inadequate little bikini top as she skipped toward the pool. "I'm cumming, Daddy!" she cried as she jumped in.
When Daphne was in the pool, Harry held out his arms invitingly and she swam towards Harry and embraced him.
Harry cried as he hugged her body against his chest. Feeling her full, soft tits against his chest was heaven.
Daphne hugged him tightly, but within a second or so she broke away. "What a great day for a swim!" she said.
She got out of the pool and, water dripping from her delectable body, she dove back in.
Leaving aside her sexiness, Daphne was an excellent swimmer, and she especially liked diving which Harry had the room create a diving board to help her out.
Just watching Daphne hoist herself out of the pool and walk the few feet to the diving board was an erotic experience.
She oozed sex. Her huge tits bobbled and swung as she climbed out of the pool.
Knowing that Harry was watching her, Daphne proudly swayed her hips a little more than usual as she walked to the diving board, causing her huge breasts to wobble even more with every step.
Droplets of water were falling off the exposed undersides of her tits. Water was running down her perfect legs.
When she paused on the diving board and raised her hands up to her head to wipe back her wet hair, Harry felt like he was looking at a fertility goddess who was spending special signals to his cock.
Harry was entranced by every movement. His hard on was throbbing with desire.
Daphne dove in yet again, but instead of climbing out of the pool she swam over to Harry.
She floated on her back in front of him, moving her arms gently underwater to stay afloat.
Lying in the water on her back, she was putting her entire body on display for Harry.
Her large breasts were buoyed by the water, floating like twin peaks of eroticism only a couple of feet from Harry.
"Let's play a game," Daphne suggested. "Can we play Marco Polo?
Where did she even learn that game.
But Harry agreed to play.
Daphne also added an extra wrinkle. "Can I blindfold you for this game?"
"And what would we use for a blindfold?"
"We can use my bikini bra"
If there was any way that Harry could get any hornier, that would do it.
So that's what they did.
The two of them spent the next hour playing the kids' game of Marco Polo.
Harry was 'It' the whole time, and spent the entire time blindfolded and chasing Daphne around in the small pool.
Every time he caught her he grabbed her and pulled her to him, embracing her and grabbing her by the ass or around her waist.
Daphne would then giggle and put her arms around Harry, but then pushed him away and swam off, and he began again.
The longer they played the better it got.
One time Harry cornered Daphne against the side of the pool, pressing his hard on against her and kissing her insistently before letting her go.
Another time, he caught Daphne in the deep end, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her upward with the buoyancy of the water, lifting her so that her tits were in his face.
Daphne giggled and squirmed, pretending to try to get away, while at the same time she grabbed Harry by the back of his head and pulled his face into her soft wet tits.
"Let me go, Daddy!" she squealed, all the while wrapping her legs around Harry and presenting her nipples to his mouth.
And then Harry let her go and began chasing her again, his hard on leading the way.
It was inevitable that Daphne's flimsy little bikini top came loose.
Instead of covering her nipples, the whole bikini bra slid downward, nestling under her prodigious rack.
The result was that the bikini top acted like a support strap below her tits, thrusting them upward and making them even more prominent.
Every now and again, Daphne made half-hearted attempts to put the bra back in place, but mostly she ignored it, letting her tits bounce freely as Harry grabbed her and pulled her to him over and over throughout their pool frolic.
Harry caught her from behind as she was pretending to try to swim away from him.
Grabbing her elbows from behind, Harry began pulling her whole body against Harry and his erect cock, humping her maniacally and pushing her in and out on his cock like a rag doll.
And then he let go of her arms and instead wrapped his arms around her torso and began cupping her big hooters while still pounding his pelvis against her ass,
Daphne giggled as Harry rammed her. "Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee!" Her huge tits felt fantastic in his hands.
"Yes Daddy Yesss!" Daphne screamed as Harry mauled her tits and humped her ass. He wanted to keep going, but she squealed giddily and twisted away, and he let her go.
The grabbing and the groping got more and more intense with every round.
At one point Harry swam toward Daphne and grabbed her from behind, putting his arms around her waist.
Daphne reacted by jumping up in the water. His hands slid downward and Harry grabbed Daphne's thighs from below, hoisting her up with her legs open spread eagle, Daphne's nipples were exposed.
His hard cock was only inches away from her eager pussy.
Harry started bouncing Daphne up and down in his arms, laughing excitedly.
What a day
Chapter 12
February 1992
Hogwarts
When Daphne came in the room she was dressed in a yellow baby doll nightie that came down almost but not quite as far as the bottom of her ass cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties, so even the slightest movement exposed the round curve of her ass.
The nightie was so sheer Harry could see her areolae and her hard nipples through the gauzy material.
Her tits were way too big for the nightie.
The upper part that covered her breasts was stretched and nearly bursting at the seams.
Just to add that extra touch of weirdness, on her feet Daphne was wearing a pair of oversized, fluffy bunny slippers, complete with a bunny face on the toes and little fluffy rabbit ears that stood up from her feet making little "V" shapes.
When she came in the room, she had a brush in her hand and was casually brushing out her blonde hair.
That ordinary act had the effect of making her prodigious tits jiggle like crazy. Harry's eyes were instantly riveted on her amazing rack.
The moment Harry saw her, his cock, began to stiffen.
She saw his eyes raking her from head to toe.
Instead of talking about the obvious fact that she was turning Harry on, she said, "Don't you love my new slippers? They're so cool!"
"Uh, yeah. Cool," Harry said.
"If you think that's neat," she said, "wait till you see what else I've got!
She then waived her wand conjuring a pair of matching bunny ears that fitted on her head like a headband.
The juxtaposition of the cutesy bunny ears with the impossibly sexy nightie was enough to give Harry a heart attack.
HIs cock was as hard as a rock.
Daphne moved over to Harry then reached down with both arms and stroked his chest.
"Give Daddy a kiss', Sweetheart."
Daphne slipped off the spaghetti strap of one side of her baby doll nightgown, causing one of her huge tits to spill out of the overly small nightie.
She presented her nipple to his mouth for a "good morning kiss".
Daphne put both her hands behind his head and pulled his mouth onto her delicious nipple, smothering his face in her tit flesh. "Is this what you wanted to kiss, Daddy?" she cooed.
"I need more," Harry said, pulling his face away from her tit.
Daphne reached up and pulled down the other side of her nightie, exposing her other breast.
Then Harry put his hands on the sides of both of her huge tits, pushing them together. He buried his face in her tits.
"Oh yeah, Daddy!" Daphne cried.
"Suck my tits, Daddy!" she cried.
Harry hugged Daphne pulling her body closer so his face was buried in her huge, soft jugs.
He began sucking her nipples.
"Taste them, Daddy! Dont they taste good?"
Harry pulled his mouth away from her tit and looked up at her. "It's delicious," He said, then went back to sucking.
Daphne then spread her legs open and she wrapped her legs around his torso.
She gripped the back of his head, forcing Harry to suck her, all the while holding his body close to her with her legs wrapped around him. She leaned her head back, glorying in the fact that he was worshiping her body.
"Lick my big tits, Daddy!"
They went on like that for a while. After several minutes of licking, caressing and sucking her tits, Harry brought his face level with her crotch. Then he began eating her out.
Daphne writhed and gasped with pleasure as she felt his tongue on her clit.
They went on like that for over a half an hour.
Sometimes Harry stood and kissed her for several minutes at a time while he groped her bare tits. Other times, Harry went back to licking the swell of her 32DD tits.
And then other times he went back to sucking her clit.
The whole time, Daphne accepted his tongue and his hands as if she were a fertility goddess accepting the gifts of her worshiper.
"Yeah, Daddy," she cooed, barely loud enough for me to hear. "Good Daddy. Worship my pussy, Daddy."
After they had been playing a long time, Harry stood up and wiped Daphne's pussy juice from his lips and cheeks.
He then noticed it was time for dinner.
Later that night Harry was back in the Room of Requirement getting some of his homework done.
Transfiguration Homework Assignment – First Year
Professor McGonagall
Part 1: Short Answer Questions
Answer the following questions based on the content covered in class and your textbook, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch.
What is Transfiguration?
Name the four branches of Transfiguration and provide a brief description of each.
What is the difference between Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration and a basic Transfiguration spell?
List three factors that affect the difficulty of a Transfiguration spell.
Why is concentration important in performing Transfiguration?
Part 2: Practical Application Reflection
Write a short paragraph describing your experience attempting the match-to-needle transformation in class. Include challenges you faced, how you overcame them, and the result of your spell.
Part 3: Spell Identification
Match the Transfiguration spell to its purpose:
Vera Verto
Draconifors
Switching Spell
Reparifarge
a. Transforms an object into a goblet.
b. Turns a small object into a dragon.
c. Undoes incomplete Transfiguration.
d. Swaps properties of two objects.
Answers
Part 1: Short Answer Questions
What is Transfiguration?
Transfiguration is the magical art of changing the form or appearance of an object or creature into something else.
Name the four branches of Transfiguration and provide a brief description of each.
Transformation: Changing one object into another.
Vanishment: Making objects disappear.
Conjuration: Creating objects out of thin air.
Untransfiguration: Reverting objects back to their original form.
What is the difference between Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration and a basic Transfiguration spell?
Gamp's Law explains the fundamental limitations of Transfiguration, such as not being able to create food, while basic spells allow for simpler transformations.
List three factors that affect the difficulty of a Transfiguration spell.
The complexity of the object being transformed.
The magical properties of the material.
The skill and concentration of the wizard or witch.
Why is concentration important in performing Transfiguration?
Concentration is crucial because the spell requires precise mental focus to alter the object's molecular and magical structure without errors.
Part 2: Practical Application Reflection
(Example Answer)
When attempting the match-to-needle transformation, I initially struggled to focus my intent. The match only halfway transformed at first, with the tip becoming metallic but the rest staying wooden. After taking a deep breath and visualizing the needle clearly in my mind, I tried again and successfully transformed the match completely.
Part 3: Spell Identification
Vera Verto - a. Transforms an object into a goblet.
Draconifors - b. Turns a small object into a dragon.
Switching Spell - d. Swaps properties of two objects.
Reparifarge - c. Undoes incomplete Transfiguration.
After finishing his work the Door to the Room of Requirement opened and Harry saw Daphne come in wearing a pleated green plaid schoolgirl outfit, that barely came down to the bottom of her ass cheeks, and Harry could see that she wore no underwear.
She was bare breasted, and her tits bounced fantastically with every step
Daphnes tiny little skirt was so short that it hardly covered anything and instead simply drew attention to her round ass and her blonde pussy.
It was almost like a dancer's tutu, showing off her swaying hips and her incredible figure. The little skirt emphasized how small her waist was, and how huge her tits were, swelling like cantaloupes on her teenage chest.
Daphne sat on his lap, straddling him and thrusting her tits in his face. "Do you like my tits, Daddy?" she asked him in a sweet, little-girl voice.
"I love your big tits, sweetie," Harry said. His hands went straight to her bare tits and he started kneading them. He began kissing one of her nipples.
He then switched to the other breast and began kissing it.
Daphnes breasts filled his hands to overflowing. Harry loved being smothered in delicious tit flesh.
Daphne reached down and untied Harry's belt, fishing his hard cock out of his pants. She began stroking his cock while she sat on his lap, bouncing up and down giddily and pushing her tits in his face.
His hands drifted down to her ass. Harry slipped his hands under her silly little skirt and cupped her ass cheeks, urging her to bounce on his lap. His lips were sucking on her hard nipples.
With one hand Daphne grabbed Harry by the back of his head and pulled his face into her cleavage.
With her other hand she continued to stroke up and down the length of his rod.
Soon the room was filled with the sound of Daphne on her knees, happily gagging on his cock. "Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Harry screamed.
Daphne then sat up on her haunches and nestled his cock between her tits.
"Fuck my tits, Daddy."
"YES!" Harry screamed as Daphne wrapped her soft tits around his hard cock and began thrusting her entire torso up and down, jacking off his cock with her huge tits.
"Fuck my tits, Daddy!" Daphne said. "Cum on me!"
Harry groaned as he came over Daphnes tits.
Harry then took his dick and thrust it into Daphne's soaping folds.
Daphne moaned.
Harry laughed seeing Daphne's arousal as she reached down to rub her cunt.
"Look at me." Harry purred.
Daphnes eyes snapped to his face obediently and Harry felt his grin grow. "What's my name, slut?"
Harry started to push into her pussy at a very fast pace as soon as those words left his lips.
"Maa-AHH-sstterr!"
Harry delighted in the way Daphne's eyes bulged as he fed his length all the way into her slick and tight cunt. He took his time slowly feeding the entire length of his cock into her pussy, enjoying her moans and the way her inner walls squeezed his dick.
"Good girl...You're taking your Master's cock so nicely, yes you are..." crooned Harry. and with a grunt, he let loose cumming inside Daphne who cummed also.
After a few minutes of enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm, Harry noticed that Daphne was still lying down and panting from the exertions of her orgasm.
Slowly Harry pulled his pole from her cunt and he noticed that he was still rock hard.
He also still had a hole of hers to claim.
Harry spanked Daphne's right butt cheek hard "Now why don't you spread those cheeks of yours and beg your Master to fuck your ass" He said
"P-Please...M-Master." implored Daphne in a high and tremulous voice as she spread her butt cheeks apart.
"Please...what? Go on, slut. Don't be shy!" Harry mockingly encouraged.
"Please...f-fuck my ass, Master!"
Harry didn't respond with any words, only action.
Daphne felt one of his hands place itself on her back and push her down with her ass sticking up into the air. Daphne gasped a little when she felt something quite large poke at her virgin rosebud and she tensed in anticipation for what was to come.
"Relax. It'll hurt worse if you don't," advised Harry.
Much to Daphne's shock, he actually let her take the time to take in a few deep breaths before doing anything else.
"O-Okay." stammered Daphne before she made a request in a small voice, "Please go slow..."
Harry snorted. "I'll only go slow at the start. Can't make you a proper fuckhole if I'm not pounding you after all."
Daphne shivered at that declaration.
SMACK!
"Ah~n!"
"Fucking slut." chortled Harry as he spanked her again.
And then he started to push his cock forward.
"_Mmm..._I-It's too big...!" whined Daphne, though she was unable to squirm as Harry kept a firm grip on her.
"Tip's the worst part. You'll get through it and I'm sure you'll love it as much as I'm sure your sister will eventually," explained Harry.
"Wait, what?!" Shocked, any remaining tension in Daphne's body was suddenly released and caused the first inch or so of Harry's cock to suddenly pop forward past a barrier and penetrate her ass.
Daphne moaned at the glorious sensation of being slowly stuffed with cock.
"Mmmm...Master...Ohhh..." Moaned Daphne sensuously.
"Ah!" Daphne squealed as Harry's cock suddenly made it past another barrier in her ass and pushed forward several inches until it slowed before he was soon buried to the root inside Daphne's ass. Daphne groaned at the sensation of being so full and cooed in pleasure as Harry groped her butt.
Daphne sucked in a breath as Harry started to pull back and she was treated to the wondrous feeling of his cock sliding out of her. Only a few inches of his fat dick were extricated out of her though before he reversed course and pushed forward again until his waist met her cheeks.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! Mmm!" Daphne panted in time with each of her masters thrusts as he started steadily fucking her.
'Merlin, this feels so...so GOOD!' marveled Daphne as her toes curled in delight.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Ah! Ah! T-Too rough! Please, M-Master! S-Slow down! Mmh!"
SMACK! SMACK!
"YOU'LL TAKE WHAT I GIVE YOU AND YOU'LL LOVE IT!" screamed Harry, spanking each of Daphne's ass cheeks so hard that she was sure they'd bruise.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Daphne squealed in time with every thrust.
"Fucking." PLAP! "Whore!" PLAP! "How!" PLAP! "Do!" PLAP! "You!" PLAP! "Like!" PLAP! "Your!" PLAP! "Master's!" PLAP! "COCK!"
"I LOVE IT!" shrieked Daphne as she orgasmed again.
Her toes and fingers curled up in delight as both her pussy and asshole spasmed in tandem with each other. Sprays of warm fluid shot out and splashed across her bare thighs as Daphne was filled with a warm gooey sensation that left her feeling rather floaty and almost deliriously happy.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"AH~NNN! MAAHHSTER!"
For his part, Harry had clearly not reached his own climax and made no mention of Daphne's and soon she was loving the addicting sensation of anal sex. The degrading experience of being used as a cheap fucktoy only heightened the depraved debauchery for Daphne and she soon found herself approaching another orgasm.
"Ohhhh...!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Harry pounded Daphne for several long, wondrous minutes and drove her to two more wonderful orgasms. But all good things had to come to an end as Harry's thrusting slowed down slightly.
"Gonna fill you up...! Gonna make you my bitch!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Yeshh...Masshhterr...Fill me up..." groaned Daphne deliriously
PLAP! PLAP!PLAP!PLA-!
"TAKE IT!"
Daphne felt her master's massive cock bulge even further and then start rapidly pulsating as something hot and wet and amazing started to fill up her bowels.
She could really grow to like these feelings.
JUNE 1992
Harry found the end of year exams to be quite easy.
All the students where given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an AntiCheating spell.
For their practical exams Professor Flitwick called them one by one into his class to see if they could make a pineapple tapdance across a desk.
Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuffbox
- points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if
it had whiskers.
Snape made all of the students nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion.
Their very last exam of the day was History of Magic. One hour of answering
questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self stirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, Harry couldn't help cheering with the rest.
Later in the day after having finished his last exam with flying colors Harry was taking a celebratory stroll when he decided to take a walk outside.
As Harry was walking down the stairs he heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind him.
Harry turned around and saw that a frantic looking Hermione was running toward him.
"Hermione whats the matter"Harry asked her.
"Its Ron and Neville"Hermione gasped "I think they are in trouble".
"What do you mean" Harry asked confused.
"I overheard them talking in the Common Room" Hermione explained "They were talking about something called a Philosopher Stone".
Philosopher Stone.
Harry knew what the Philosopher's Stone was since when he had researched what the stone was he had gotten from the Mirror of Erised he had found out it was a fake version of the Philosopher's Stone.
But why would Ron and Neville be talking about the stone.
Hermione continued.
"They where saying that they thought the stone was being hidden in the room Dumbledore banned students from entering" Hermione said "And Ron seems to believe that since Doubledore is out of the castle for the day Professor Snape is going to try and steal the stone for himself".
"Now that doesnt make any sense"Harry muttered under his breath.
"Could you please do something to make sure they dont get in trouble"Hermione asked Harry.
"Very well"Harry said "I will see what I can do"
Hurrying back to the Common Room Harry grabbed and put on his invisibility cloak.
He then began to make his way to the Forbidden Corridor.
As he entered the corridor and got close to the door Harry got the sense that something was amiss.
Sound was floating through the hall which sounded like a harp.
Cautiously opening the door Harry gasped when he saw the large three headed dog.
A dog that was currently sleeping most likely due to the lyre playing in the corner of the room.
Noticing an open trap door in the room Harry realized that someone was trying to get to whatever the dog was guarding.
Harry could not help himself but he had to know more.
So he walked across the room and went down the trap door to see what was down there.
Which turned out to be a room filled with what Harry recognized as Devils Snare.
Recalling what he could Harry remembered that Devil's Snare was sensitive to light.
Harry took out his wand and muttered.
"Lumos".
At the burst of light that came out of Harry's wand the Devil's Snare retreated into the wall clearing a path for Harry to walk through.
Past the Devil's Snare their was a door which lead to a room full of flying keys.
On the other side of the room though their was a open door which Harry went through without having to worry about the keys.
The next room consisted of a very large chess board.
But a chess board that appeared to have all of the pieces smashed and scattered across the board.
So Harry quickly moved across the field of glory and onto the next room.
A room that had a passed out troll in it.
Holly Shit.
Harry was glad he did not have to deal with a troll again.
Someone had gone before and delt with the obstacles already.
That is not a good sign.
Walking across the troll room Harry entered a room that had a complex potions riddle in it.
After solving the Potions Puzzle Harry took off his Invisibility Cloak before he walked through the flames.
Not sure what to expect on the other side Harry just heard a voice say.
"Stupefy".
Harry pulled out his wand to defend himself but it turns out he was not the target of that spell.
Across the room Harry saw that Ron and Neville had been stunned by Professor Quirrel?.
Quirrel turned and saw Harry standing their.
"What are you doing here Potter" Quirrel spat.
"I could ask the same question to you Professor"Harry asked "And where are we at exactly".
While talking Harry pulled out his wand so it was ready if needed.
Quirrell though saw Harry go to grab his wand so he fired a curse at Harry that he was narrowly able to dodge and avoid.
Quirrel laughed.
"Well Potter I must say you have more skills than these two Gryfindors over her".
A darker voice than rung out from behind Quirrell.
"Of course it would be skillful you fool he is a child of the prophecy after all".
Harry stiffened.
Who was that voice and where was it coming from.
And what did it mean when it said Child of Prophecy.
"I wish to see the boy Quirrell" The voice said.
"Very well if you wish master"Quirell said.
Professor Quirrell then began to unwrap the turban around his head.
Quirrell than turned around to reveal a quite ugly looking face on the back of his head.
"Who are you"Harry asked confused.
The face laughed.
"Why isn't it obvious Harry, I am the one responsible for starting the last war".
Harry felt his blood run cold.
Voldemort.
"Thats impossible"Harry said "You died 10 years ago".
"So they say"Voldemort replied "Now why are you down here".
Harry decided to be truthful.
"Hermione Granger told me she overheard Ron and Neville planning to stop Professor Snape from getting the Philosopher's Stone and she asked me to make sure they did not get in trouble" Harry said.
"Ah yes Mrs Granger a truly unique individual" Voldemort mused "So Potter that means you know what the Philosopher's Stone is".
Harry did know but he did not want to help Voldemort by telling him that Harry had already gotten the stone from the mirror.
"I cant help you" Harry said evenly.
"I expected better from a Slytherin"Voldemort said "How disappointing".
Voldemort then sent a sickly purple curse at Harry who was able to narrowly block it.
Harry then decided to run behind some of the pillars in the room to get some cover from Quirrell.
He then narrowly avoided getting blown up when a spell sent by Quirrell destroyed the pillar he was standing behind.
Harry then sent his own curse at Quirrell who easily batted it away.
Wow this guy is good.
Narrowly dodging another deadly spell Harry closed his eyes for a second to catch his breath and when he opened his eyes he was stunned at what he saw.
The room around Harry was now filled with a myriad of colored lights mostly red, blue, white and brown.
Harry also saw a series of red dots floating in front of him in a circle like formation.
Not sure what he was looking at but willing to do anything to get a advantage Harry reached out and touched the first dot.
When Harry touched the first ball he felt a burst of energy travel through his body.
Tracing the line of red Harry then was surprised to see lightning forming at his finger tips.
Harry managed to stay focused though.
He looked over and saw Quirrell/Voldemort looking stunned.
Harry then released the stored energy allowing the lighting to fly towards Quirrell.
A explosion then occurred which knocked Harry to the ground.
When he got back up he saw a black cloud flee the room and a body on the floor.
Harry stared in horror.
Had he just killed Professor Quirrell.
He noticed Ron twitch.
Soon he and Neville would wake up.
Harry knew he had to get out of there.
He could collect himself back in his dorm.
So Harry hurriedly left the room to grab his invisibility cloak so he could make it back to the safety of the dorms where he could figure out what just happened.
Later that night Harry thought over what had happened and decided he had to stay quiet.
If he told anyone else what had happened Caroline could be affected.
The next day was the last day of the school year.
So when Harry gathered with the rest of the students in the Great Hall for the end of year feast he was glad to see Ron and Neville their looking ok.
They did seem a bit pale when Dumbledore mentioned the disappearance of Professor Quirell.
But other than that announcement the feast went well.
Slytherin was announced as having won the House Cup and then everyone went back to their dorms to pack to go home.
Harry tried to take his mind off Quirrell and focus on the upcoming summer.
Daphne and Pansy had both offered to host the Potter twins over the summer.
Harry had politely declined though.
After a busy year he had some one on one catching up time to do with Caroline.
This year had been interesting especially having sex with Caroline, Hermione, Pansy and Daphne.
Next year he would be getting more girls.
His first year of Hogwarts was over.
Now onto a even better second year.