What A Difference A Summer Can Make
Eveready Harton (The4thEdBoy)
Summary:
The summer after 5th year brings a change in a certain raven-haired young man. Are the witches of Hogwarts ready for the new Harry?
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Chapter 1: Hermione Granger
Chapter Text
Hermione Granger was a woman on a mission, her mind hell-bent on her latest line of thought. She was covered in a series of silencing spells, notice-me-nots, and other masking charms and spells. She was currently tracking her best male friend, Harry Potter, through the halls of Hogwarts. She had placed a tracking charm on him, something she felt was shameful but necessary, and was following the signature through the many twists and turns of the old castle.
She came to a door that was heavily charmed, but it wasn't anything beyond her skill. She began by placing the same charms she had cast before on her onto the door, to not alert it is open, then opened it slowly and closed it just as slowly behind her. When it fully closed she turned and was assaulted by three things that caught her off guard: the smell of raw, un-diluted sex, the sounds of said sex, and the vision of it.
Harry Potter: shy, clueless, moody Harry Potter was currently hammering into a girl from behind. The raven locks of the rather beautiful young woman grasped in his fist as his other hand rested on her hip as he powered into her. He was grunting like a wild animal and it was then she realized how different he looked. He must have been wearing some kind of powerful glamour because he was no longer scrawny and underfed. He was toned, tall, and had the most delicious tan to his skin… with no tan lines. She covered her mouth, forgetting she had the charms on her as she heard Harry speak, his voice rich and deep.
"Come on n-now, Daphne… don't make this harder on yourself. Say it… you know you want to." She saw him smirk as he pulled out from her, caressing her pale cheeks with his slicken, glistening length. It was not ridiculously long, but he had a thickness to him that would stretch a girl out and then some. She heard the girl, the Ice Princess of Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass whine in protest before she looked at him with a shudder, biting her lips before growling.
"M-Merlin y-you're a bastard, F-Fine! F-Fuck me, Harry. M-Make it so I walk funny tomorrow, a-and leak for hours."
Hermione saw her blush and then groan out in undisguised delight as he slammed back into her. This time both of his hands were on her hips as he powered into her over… and over again. He was a machine and Hermione could not help but be mesmerized by the scene in front of her. She even moved over a bit for a better look as the two teens rutted in front of her. It didn't last much longer, but from the looks of it, they had been going at it for quite some time. She heard Harry grunt and growl and Daphne let out a submissive, but pleased moan as Harry was no doubt filling her with his seed.
Daphne shuddered and slumped onto the desk she was bent over and panted heavily as Harry pulled out of her. She let out another shudder and Harry grinned and spread her cheeks, admiring the sizeable load that leaked from her pussy.
"Mmm… even more than last time, I think."
She huffed at his remark and looked back, but the pleased smile and blush to her cheeks let Hermione know she was not upset. They shared a passionate kiss and then Daphne got dressed, straightening her robes and hair and looking every bit as prim and proper as always. The Ice Princess persona was back in full form. She nodded to him, and then took her to leave after one last kiss. Harry, still in nothing but his skin went over to another desk and muttered something. He took his wand and then pointed at the door.
"Aperi cum dico." There was a sound similar to chains that came from the door before. Hermione froze in surprise as Harry was looking right at her, his face a stoic mask.
"If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask, Hermione. Don't try and pretend like you're not there… the Map never lies." She could hear the capital 'M' when he said map, and she shuddered softly.
She cancelled the silencing charm and spoke with a slight stammer,"C-Could you at least put on some robes first, H-Harry." She saw him chuckle before he put on his outer robes, sat on a chair, and then with a flick of his wand another chair appeared in front of him. He gestured to it and waited for her to take the invitation.
It was barely twenty seconds before his best female friend was sitting across from him. Her face was a jumble of different emotions all aimed at him: Anger, Confusion, frustration… desire, and need. It made him inwardly smirk and he looked her over, which made her shudder before she cleared her throat.
"F-First… Harry, I want to know how you… look like that! What happened to you? Was it a ritual of some kind…. o-or some old spells? Can I learn them if it was… I-I think I would like being tan." She blushed and shuddered at the feral growl that came from his throat. She watched as he licked his lips and leaned forward, looking at her intently with those searing emerald eyes. At this close proximity, she could not only smell the lingering perfume from Daphne but their combined not-so-subtle scents.
"No spells, no rituals, just some potions and a lot of sun. The potions were to do away with my scrawny hide and fragile body. I spent the whole summer out of Great Britain, 'Mione. Wanna know where?" She nodded and he grinned at her with a wink that made her knees jelly. "Well… the first portkey put me in the Cayman islands where I met up with Moony. After two weeks there I was on a trip to Jamaica, followed by Haiti, The Dominican Republic, and then finally Puerto Rico. Did you know that Great Britain is the only magical country that has an underage restriction law?" He saw her fume softly before she looked about ready to start a little rant, but he cut her off.
"I had just watched Sirius die, Hermione. He fell through the veil of death and Dumbledore was shipping me back to my relatives to be in misery. Moony, though, was with me… every step of the way. He helped me out of my funk before I even got really into it. Sirius left me everything… every last knut he had as well as a few other things."
He showed her his right hand, and on it for a few seconds gleamed the head of house ring for the Black family. He smirked at her surprised gasp before he went on. "Sirius left me a letter, telling me to live my life… be a teenager. So, I decided, with Moony's help, to do just that. Nothing illegal, no, we were responsible in that sense… but man did I have fun." He smiled at her, that lopsided grin of his that made her glad she was his friend.
"Moony said I made Sirius' years at Hogwarts look like a firstie trying to play with the big boys." He laughed at her indignant look and kept on. "Oh, I was sure to use protection, and there are potions for any nastiness just in case. Nothing came up though, so that was good." He leaned back and crossed his legs, and Hermione was reminded he was nude under his robe and she got an eyeful. "Then I came back and realized I was supposed to have been in Durzkaban for nine weeks… couldn't have me having a good summer, can we?" He showed her a necklace he lifted from his neck. She hadn't even seen it.
"This little piece of sweetness cost fifty thousand galleons, but it is the secret to my Hogwarts success. Powerful glamor charms enchanted onto goblin gold, with a just as powerful type of notice- me-not so that no one asks where the necklace came from. It does a few other nifty things, but you don't have to know about those." He smirked softly and then leaned back, gesturing for her to finally speak.
"So you got yourself in better shape, you're healthy, you had a good summer… and you decided you would just sleep your way through Hogwarts?" She huffed softly, and he detected hints of jealousy in that anger. He raised an eyebrow and she kept going. "Not only that, but you are going out at all times of the night to a classroom to do it!
You couldn't find someplace safer to do it, or even not do it at all! You need your sleep, Harry James Potter, and what if you are found by a teacher! Can you imagine if Prof. McGonagall finds you, or worse, Prof. Snape?! Why is it that every year there is something with you?
First, it was that stupid book, and now I find out you are… a-are fucking Daphne Greengrass of all people!" She was really on a roll, and she went on for another few minutes before she sat back down, panting and looking very upset. She looked at Harry who wasn't mad, or frowning, he was smiling, SMILING at her. She geared up to pump out another rant when, like lightning, he got up and put a finger to her lips. She shut up quickly and blushed at his touch.
"And tell me, Hermione, what is wrong with Daphne? And don't say she's a Slytherin, because I am sure you know very well the Hat almost put me there, and I have been very Slytherin to hide all of this." He grinned lightly and she flushed again before he flicked his wand and her chair expanded. He sat beside her and caressed her cheek softly. "Now, let me see if I help that pretty head of yours understand all of this." She blushed and he chuckled softly.
"I'm not sleeping my way through Hogwarts, there is very little sleeping going on." He smirked before he went on. "The book belongs to Prof. Snape. His mother's maiden name is Prince, thus the Half-Blood Prince. It's not cheating if it helps, you know. I am atrocious at potions, no thanks to that git." He chuckled and smiled. "The only reason you found me, Hermione, is cause I let you find me. I know you've been in the common room these past two weeks, the Map is very good, also I am not fucking just Daphne." This time his smirk was smug, and he looked almost superior for a moment.
"W-Who else?" She was getting distracted by the caress on her cheek and the soft stroke of her leg.
"Oh… Lavender was first. She found out, I had forgotten my necklace one morning, not used to wearing it, and she saw me looking like this. She was confused at first, but when I explained some things to her, not everything mind you, but some, she accepted it. She then basically wanted me to pay for her silence… and well,
"She's not exactly been very silent." He chuckled lightly at Hermione's huff. "She told Pavarti, and after some proof, I had to… er, silence her too. Then her sister." He shrugged at Hermione's gasp and went on, soothing her with his touch.
"Those three ladies spread it around their trusted circle and well… Daphne came soon after that. Then, to my surprise, came Pansy. I know, trust me… I know." He stalled her almost disgusted look. "She wears similar glamours as I do, to keep the older Slytherins from her. Anyway, then it was Milicent… she blossomed this summer too." He thought for a moment. "Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot… oh, and uh." He coughed and looked not shy, but slightly shamed as he muttered.
"What was that, Harry?" She asked, barely listening as his touch was so… hypnotizing. She blinked when he stopped and came out of her slight trance. "Who else is there, Harry?" He gave her a sheepish grin before he spoke again.
"Luna Lovegood." He gave her another grin as her eyes widened.
"What! L-Luna?! But… w-when… she's a 5th year, Harry! M-Merlin don't tell me you're… with Ginny too!" She was surprised when he made a disgusted face, shuddering.
"Oh, sweet Merlin no! Not only would I have Molly on my ass, but all of her brothers… I like my bits intact thank you very much." He shuddered again. "Besides, she… would automatically assume we're going to be married right after or something, no thanks." He chuckled. "Luna actually came to me with my glamour on, asking me in private if I could make a woman out of her. She said she wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and well… I delivered. She is a good girl, and when she saw me drop my glamour she didn't even hesitate. She is really… weird on the outside, but when you are alone with her she is a really down-to-earth girl… and fuck is she kinky, and fucking flexible!" He laughed as he got a 'Language Harry!' with a swat to his arm.
"I am a 16-year-old male, Hermione. While I know I should be worried about my schooling and the like, I need to do other things. I quit the team cause it was too much pressure on top of my classes. Not only is all this… sex damned fun, it's good for my health." At her incredulous look, he scoffed. "What, the brightest witch of her age does not know the health benefits of sex?" At her blush and soft head shake he caressed her cheek again.
"No problem, let me tell you. Not only does it help with stress and the like, but it also improves moods and can relieve headaches. Sex for witches and wizards also helps with maturing their core. It strengthens them and also helps with their stamina. I still exercise in the morning, and in the night… well, I fuck." He shrugged. "Helps me sleep too, usually have two girls in one night." At this he locked his gaze with hers, making her eyes widen and a cute gasp escapes her lips.
"While I would never force you, or any girl for that matter, Hermione… I would be lying if I said I wouldn't want to bed you." He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, hand on her side and cheek as he spoke.
"It would be in a bed too. Proper, comfortable. Sweet and slow, hard and fast… anyway you'd want it." He growled and nipped her ear gently, making her shudder and let out one of the whines he heard from Daphne. "You wouldn't be my only girl… but I would never want to share you. You'd be mine alone… just like the rest of them." He gave her neck a bite this time and heard her whisper close to his ear.
"A-Are you… t-telling me I'd be part of an H-Harem, Harry?" He chuckled softly and then made her lose all cognitive function as he gave her a kiss that made her body tense and then melt. It went from a simple lip lock to a full-blown 'snog' as it was called in the walls of this ancient school. When he broke away he stroked her cheek lightly.
"In a way, yes, Hermione. The difference being that you would be treated with respect, and never forced to do anything. If you'd like, it can not even happen for you… you can just, know about it but keep it to yourself." He stroked her cheek and then she surprised him with the determination in her voice and eyes.
"H-Harry James P-Potter! I-If you think.. f-for one minute that I-I am going to let a chance like this go… w-well you've got another thing coming." She only had one thought in her head: Fuck Harry Potter. Well, alright, a few thoughts, but that was the main one. She had been crushing on him for the past three years, and if she had to do this… to be close to him, and be happy? Damn right she would be all over him. They were then in another strong lip-lock, hands going to her hips and holding her close as their tongues danced for dominance with each other while their hands roamed each other's bodies. When they broke apart Hermione was quick to start shedding her robes, causing Harry to laugh softly. She was immediately self-conscious, but he was not the oblivious boy anymore. He caught on immediately and then tugged her close, growling into her neck.
"Don't you start that train of thought, Hermione Jean Granger, you're a gorgeous woman. Yes… I said gorgeous." He huffed and gave her another kiss that made her get that heat back. "Just because other boys in the school can't see it, doesn't mean that I can't. Now, you're going to stand up… I am going to join you, and then I am going to strip you. I am going to take off your robes, then your blouse… and then your bra. I am going to caress your exposed breasts, hear you moan, and then suckle them until you beg me to stop." He saw her face getting redder but he kept going. "When you do that I am going to trail down and then take off your skirt and shoes. I am going to step back, admire you in your knickers and socks… and then get rid of your knickers. I am going to inspect your sweet body, and you'll feel like a piece of meat… all the girls did, but it won't be like that." He gave her another kiss and stood up with her, whispering into her ear as he stood behind her and started to slowly take off her robes.
"When your knickers are gone, and all you're wearing is cute little pink socks, I am going to sit you on the bed and spread your legs. I'm going to kneel in front of you and then, after gazing at what is no doubt a beautiful pussy, I am going to get right to make you moan. I am going to kiss, suckle, slurp, finger, and otherwise orally assault your sweet lips until once again you beg me to stop."
Hermione could only listen as he described what he was going to do to her, only mildly surprised he knew her socks were pink. His breath trailed down her neck as he kept on. "And then… when all of that is done, I am going to take my cock… if you are ready for it, and slip it into you nice and slow. I won't stop until every inch is inside of you… and then, then we will get down to it. For your first time, I will make sweet love to you, bend your body's needs and desires to my will, to send you to pleasurable heights you have never gone before… and then take you past those. By the time you are a writhing mess of beautiful putty in my hands, you'll be unsure if it was all a dream or not." He gave her a kiss after turning her head. "Do you think you're ready for that, Hermione?"
For a moment she wanted to ask him if he was crazy as if everything he had just promised her did not sound like the most amazing thing in the world. Instead, she gave him another kiss, intending to tell him through that just how silly of a question that was. He kissed her back with the same gusto, and with one hand his wand was working off to the side. When they broke apart she saw there was a bed, king-sized if she guessed right, with silk sheets and curtains galore. He winked at her and then led her over to it, giving her a kiss and then sitting. His hands got back to work on stripping her of her clothes and he did just as he said he would, leaving her topless. He caressed the little bit of the belly she had acquired thanks to the reading and nibbling on snacks and then gave it a soft kiss. She gasped and he winked up at her before she was sitting on his lap, his hands caressing her body before his lips nibbled on her lower lip and then trailed over to her neck. Soon she felt his hands on her breasts and he sighed softly.
"Let me guess, 'Mione, about a 30C?" He asked as he caressed her chest almost lovingly, not listening for a response before he attached his lips to her pert nipples. Starting to suckle and lick nice and slow. Massaging her sides and back with soft motions of his hands as his lips and tongue worked on her exposed breasts. She had touched herself before, she would be lying if she denied it, but to have another person, a man do this was… oh so wonderful.
He was not rough or overly sloppy with his lip service, and that added to the sensation. He was careful, sweet, and worked her over with obvious skill. She briefly wondered how many girls he had bedded, or women for that matter, but then that thought was stricken from her mind as he gave her nipple a little tug. She shuddered at the new sensation and then he repeated the action on her other nipple. This went on for a good few minutes before she gave a light tug on his head. He stopped and gave her a grin.
"Ready for the next part then?" He didn't smirk or have that smug grin, but she could feel the small bit of triumph coming from him. She nodded regardless though and he nodded back. He helped her off his lap and then actually kneeled before her, hands reaching down and helping her take her shoes off. He caressed her shin softly and then reached up to take off her skirt.
With a flick of his wand and her clothes went to rest and fold neatly on a side table. He then, once again, did as he said he would. He looked her over, his eyes almost scrutinizing her appearance. She did feel… like an object, that was until he gave her a kiss and after kneeling again took off her pink knickers. He hummed and then pressed his lips to her skin again. "May I… do something a little extra?" She was a blushing mess, but she nodded softly. He smiled and with a muttered incantation her socks snaked upward more and soon she was wearing thigh-high stockings. He sat her down on the bed and spread her legs softly, caressing her now stocking-clad thighs with a low groan.
"Merlin, Hermione, you look… amazing. I knew you would… I've wanted to do this for a while, I hope you know that." At her unbelieving look, he gave her belly a soft kiss. "It's true… ever since I saw you at the ball, I couldn't help but wonder what you would be like in bed, but more so as a girlfriend."
She gasped at his little confession, and then made her gasp again as she felt his breath on her exposed lips. He caressed her thighs and looked up at her with a low growl. "All trimmed, Hermione? All for me?" He smirked and winked before her gave her pussy that gaze he told her he would, stroking her outer lips with his thumbs and then spreading her slowly with them. He breathed hotly on her before he gave one more growl. "Let's see if you taste as good as you look."
So many thoughts and emotions went through Hermione as he started his oral assault. First was how she had gone from confronting her friend to getting knowledge on his new life, to a personal demonstration. She was ashamed she was doing something in school, ashamed she was succumbing to this, and then pleased that he liked her enough for this. Her thoughts and reservations were pushed aside though as a spike of pleasure went through her.
She gasped and looked down to see Harry giving her a better demonstration of what he had learned. His tongue and lips were making her body shudder and spasm softly in pleasure. It was then she caught her own moans and scent filling the room, and it made her blush in the naughtiness of it all. She wanted to giggle at it all, but all she could manage was a moan of bliss.
She started to whimper and let out more frequent moans of delight as she bucked into his lips and squeezed down on the tongue inside of her. She was surprised yet again by not only the pleasure, but the unexpectedness of his fingers slowly entering her. It was just one at first, but then the second entered and she let out a very un-ladylike groan as he expertly worked her over.
Not only was he working her to a marvelous peak, but she had a feeling she would want nothing than more this after they were done. His thumb and tongue alternated between paying attention to her clit and gentle caresses of her outer lips before she saw spots and was only barely aware of the sounds she was making. She was used to personally induced orgasms, but this was a different animal altogether.
Her gasps and moans accentuated her bucking hips as she had what was quite arguably the best orgasm of her life. One hand was tangled in the sheets, and the other was tangled in his unruly hair as she held him close as her orgasm ripped through her. For several long minutes, or hours she couldn't tell, she panted and shuddered under him. She felt his thighs and lips get licked clean before he wiped his mouth and licked his lips and fingers.
He looked up at her and this time he had a smug grin on his face, giving her a wink with a low hum as he stroked her thighs.
"Having fun, Hermione?" He winked at her and she huffed, blushing furiously as she leaned back and recovered with heaving breaths. She watched idly as he stood up and took off his robes, his body coming into view again, and she got a better look from this closer proximity. He was not a chiseled Adonis, but he was fit and delectable. Her body was flushed, but with how much she was blushing as she looked at his twitching length, she was sure she looked like a tomato.
He leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss, whispering against her neck afterward. "Do you want to continue, Hermione? Once I take this from you, that's it…" She bit her look, a look that made him want to just take her right there, but he refrained. She shuddered and then reached up with her legs and tugged him closer by his hips. He smiled and nodded, kissing her again before he took his wand and muttered two spells. One turned pink when it hit her belly (she noticed it was a contraception charm) and another turned blue when it touched her puffy pussy lips. She looked up at him in confusion and he winked. "You'll see."
She nodded softly and then, thighs in hand, he spread her and lined up his twitching, leaking length with her pussy. He went nice and slow, and after a little resistance from her being so tight, his thick tip slipped into her. He groaned softly at how warm and tight her walls were and then slowly started to sink into her. He let out a deep pleased growl as he took her for his very own, this was it… she would be his now. When he got to the little physical barrier that was her virginity he gave her a wink and then pushed right on through.
She gasped when she didn't feel any pain, but a spike of pleasure. That's what that spell was for… and it did its job perfectly. She groaned out in sweet delight as he filled her with every inch of his thick, throbbing dick, his own shudder of delight making him look that much more delicious. He licked his lips and then leaned down to kiss her, starting to slowly make love to her.
It was bliss for both of them, but the spell he used on her made it better for her. He wanted her first time to have nothing but pleasure, and that spell made it so any discomfort or pain was turned into pleasure. He would use it the first and second time, so her body could get used to the new sensations, but after that, it would be just them. He held her close as he rocked in and out of her at a pace that was near torturous, but she couldn't help but moan in delight at this. Her moans were honey to his ears and he thrust with precise, if not slow thrusts to hear more of them out of her. His thrusting was slow, but deep and stretched her to her limits. His hands held her by her thighs when he straightened his back to watch her body move in all the right places as he took her.
She looked up at him, and through pants managed to speak, "M-Merlin, Harry… f-faster… p-please." It came out in a needy whisper, and he was more than happy to oblige. Her following gasp when he pulled out and slipped back in faster made him hiss in his own pleasure before his pace started to get faster, deeper. The rhythmic slapping of their flesh against each other, not to mention the moans and scents that filled the room, was like a symphony of sin.
Harry couldn't help but admire her body, delicious as it was, jiggling and bouncing in time with his thrusts. He sped up a little more and gave her firmer thrusts when she begged for it, and it was she that went off the edge first. She didn't give off a cute moan, or soft whimper like with her first orgasm, no she practically screamed. Not just any scream though, no, it was a scream of pleasure… and in his name.
Her body was wracked with a seizure of pleasure as her second orgasm rocked through her. Her walls clamped around his invading member and he then gave a shuddering, loud groan of his own as he pumped into her. He filled her to the very brim with his hefty load, continuing to thrust and grind, though at a slower pace, as he pumped her full of his essence.
Harry leaned down to kiss her deeply, softly grinding against her as she panted and through deep breaths returned the kiss. He nuzzled her neck and hummed, panting himself and whispering against her ear as he nibbled it.
"I hope your first time was as wonderful as you hoped." She looked up at him, dazed softly, her untamable hair lightly matted against her face as there was a small sheen of sweat on her body. She gave him a grin that was just as goofy as a pleasure-wracked brain could manage."I-I hope… w-we c-can do this a-a-again sometime, Harry." She gave him another kiss and he growled, starting to pull out of her, only to slip right back in, making her moan.
"Who said we were done, Hermione?" He gave her neck a nibble and then this time started to power into her. She was caught off guard by the sudden quick, powerful thrusting, but she could do nothing but moan and enjoy it.
By the time the two were done, it had been nearly 6 am. Hermione and Harry were exhausted. Both were covered in various fluids from each other, along with a nice sheen of sweat to go with it. Harry had kept the promise he made to her. She was unsure if the previous night had even happened, but the lack of clothes and the overall satiated sensation coursing through her told her otherwise. He gave her a sweet kiss on the lips and tugged her close.
"Sleep, my 'Mione, I know you're tired." She wanted to scold him, scoff, but she couldn't. She was in too much of a happy place, and she was not complaining about that in the slightest. She nodded against his chest as he held her, and in almost an instant she was asleep. Harry watched her sleep, and then calling his trusted elf Dobby, got everything cleaned up and the room secured even more.
He was thankful it was a Sunday, so they could sleep in and not be bothered. Harry smiled as he drifted off to sleep, so glad he finally got to have his beautiful friend. He would keep to his word though; she would be his and his alone. No other man would touch her… so what if he had a whole slew of other women to please, he could use a little happiness in his life.
Chapter 2: Aurora Sinistra
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Harry Potter sat looking at the headmaster of Hogwarts, both of them in a staring contest that had been going on for 5 minutes so far. There were a few blinks here and there, but neither was budging from their spot nor speaking. Harry blinked again and then broke eye contact when Fawkes made an appearance. He held out his arm and the legendary bird landed with and let out a note of gratitude. He lowered his arm and caressed the head of the majestic bird before said bird flapped and was back on its golden perch. Harry looked back at the headmaster, but still no words. It was Dumbledore who broke the silence.
"How have your studies been, Harry my boy?" He was partially confused when Harry flinched and angrily grimaced at the last bit of his question. The response, he got, was of course not something he expected either.
"It's Mr. Potter to you, Albus. I do not like being referred to as a boy. Vernon calls me boy. My studies are fine, thank you. Spectacular actually because of my ability to take self-study in Defense Against the Dark Arts. " He glared softly and then waited before Dumbledore nodded.
"Very well, Mr. Potter… ah! And that is what I asked to see you about, along with some other things." He smiled and his eyes twinkled gently. "I think it would be in your best interest to take Prof. Snape's class. While you have obtained the grades to not need it till next year, I think it will be good to have it from a different perspective." He smiled genially, and only partially lost said the jovial mood at Harry's response.
"No. Snape can have his class all to himself. I don't care what kind of perspective he can give me. He is a self-centered, arrogant, petty man. Before you say anything, as he is not my professor, I have no need, nor obligation to call him as such. What else am I here for, Headmaster?" Dumbledore didn't know where all this hostility came from, but he could guess. He sighed softly and looked at the young man before him.
"I was hoping to perhaps have you here some nights during the year. I wish to give you instruction to aid in our fight against Tom." He smiled when Harry's interest perked and he sat straighter. "Yes my bo- I apologize, Mr. Potter. Will you accept?" He smiled at Harry's nod and then got up. "Come, our first lesson can be found deep with my pensieve." He strolled over to the cabinet it was sitting in and opened it. He poured in the memory and the two of them vanished into it shortly after. When they returned Harry looked slightly peeved but made no motion to speak of it. He did have a question that he did not hesitate to ask.
"I don't understand what that has to do with anything. Is it relevant at all, Sir?" He looked bored as if he couldn't be bothered with learning what he just did. Dumbledore frowned softly and spoke just as softly.
"Ah… It would be to learn your enemy. I would wager Tom's history would be a good place to start, Don't you agree?" He smiled and Harry looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.
"Are… are you serious, Headmaster?" At the older man's nod, he scoffed. "Pardon my language, sir, but fuck that." Dumbledore was startled but Harry kept on. "That's utterly useless unless you have an actually relevant memory, showing me random memories of before Tom was even born is… dumb. I don't care about his family, I don't care about what he did to get to where he is now… I just want to stop him. Make him dead, forever this time." He crossed his arms and frowned. "Are you planning to teach me anything I can physically use to stop him?"
Dumbledore was at a loss for words, which was saying a great deal as he always had some kind of response. He blinked a few times before he spoke, his voice calm but it had an underlying hint of agitation.
"Mr. Potter, because of your warning I will not deduct points for such language, however, I must say I am disappointed in you. To answer your question… I do not feel you would take from me everything you can without first understanding Tom's history. It is vital to understand everything you can." He nodded softly and took out another memory. "Now This mem-"
"No thank you, Headmaster. You can keep your useless memories. I'll be in the Library, looking for spells to help me kill Tom. You have a nice evening." With that, he just… left. He left the headmaster's office, leaving him bewildered and shocked. No one, save for his brother and Minerva, had ever walked out on him before. He could barely believe it. When he recovered Harry was long gone and he went to take a seat.
He looked at Fawkes with a confused expression. "Have I lost him to darkness, my old friend?" Dumbledore could say that this was one of his weirder nights, as Fawkes flew over to his shoulder and whapped him on the head with his wing as if to say 'don't be stupid!' He chuckled at the absurdity of it all and then started to think. Perhaps Har- Mr. Potter was right.
Memories were pointless unless they held relevance… and the only one that did was in Horace's possession. He would approach Mr. Potter when he was in a better mood, yes. He took a lemon drop and then was gifted with a soothing few notes from his faithful companion.
Harry walked down the halls, grumbling to himself about 'bothersome old goats' as he went along. He took a deep breath and then frowned at himself. Maybe he was a bit too hard on the headmaster, maybe they weren't completely useless memories, though they were to him. He should have been a bit more polite… but he had unfortunately had to cancel his night with Lavender because of the headmaster. She had understood, he was the headmaster after all, but now she was probably asleep or too busy. She was his girl now, so he didn't worry about being with another bloke. He chuckled softly to himself and then his wand flicked into his hand, voice low, but dangerous.
"I can feel you in the hallway, might as well show up before I start hexing blindly in your direction." He heard the signs of a notice-me- not charm dropping, to him it sounded like a Predator de-cloaking and turned with his wand raised. He saw the form of Prof. Sinistra appear, one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows slightly raised.
"It takes quite a bit of magical power to be able to sense others, Mr. Potter. Might I ask what you are doing out of your common room so close to curfew?" He stowed his wand quickly after seeing her and gave her a soft apology before she spoke. He then answered her with a small smile.
"I just came from the Headmaster's office, he wanted to speak with me about something. We had a bit of… a disagreement and here I am. I was actually on my way to the kitchens for a little snack before heading back to the common room. Care to join me, Professor?" She gave a soft chuckle but nodded. Walking up to him and smiling gently. He was always a polite boy, it was unfortunate that he was so small… she knew he would be a right handsome young man otherwise.
Not to say that he didn't have his charm to him now… but well, he was a bit scrawny. Well, he was scrawny… but if the rumors and the as she had overheard were true, there was something secret he had to offer. They made their way to the kitchens and after gaining access were shown to a table by one of the enthusiastic Hogwarts elves.
They ordered some simple snacks and were given everything they asked for, and the ten extra people, they were apparently hiding in their robes. They chatted about class, and the student body, and he even got her to laugh at the fact that he was sure Snape took a bath in grease. She walked with him back to her classroom, for when they were taking tests as most of the classes were on the Astronomy tower, and sat with him.
"So, Mr. Potter." He politely cut her off 'Call me Harry, professor.' "Excuse me, Harry." She smiled and then smirked. "I heard the most… interesting rumor while in the library. Apparently the Patil twins and Ms. Brown are part of 'Hunky Harry's Harem." She smirked as he groaned and his head connected softly with the desk in front of him. She laughed softly at his expression but was not prepared for his words after.
"I told Lavender to keep her mouth shut about that. I don't want the whole bloody school to know I have a harem!" He huffed and leaned back, arms crossed. Looking at her seriously. "You'll keep it to yourself, right Professor? We're responsible when we have our little private time, so it's no harm done." He smiled and she blinked again, leaning forward.
"What… Mr. Potter, Harry… are you serious?" He nodded and she scoffed softly. "You are telling me that you have a Harem?" She frowned and then let out a low sigh, looking him over. "You'll have to excuse me, Harry, but I find that hard to believe. You're a nice young man, but girls at your age can be rather superficial, you understand where I am coming from?" He nodded and chuckled, taking one of his middle fingers and tapping his chest three times. She blinked for a moment and then gasped as his glamour melted off of him.
Before her sat an extremely different Harry Potter. Gone was the pale, scrawny, short boy, and in its place was a teen that looked more man than not. He gave her a smile and then leaned forward on the desk, speaking huskily with only a small amount of teasing.
"Do you want to join the harem, Professor?" He winked and she shuddered softly. He was a good-looking young man, and apparently the rumor was based on truth. However, he was also 16… and she wasn't. She was twelve years older than him for Merlin's sake! She blinked again when he moved from his seat to the desk in front of her. Sitting sideways with a large smile on his face. "What do you say, Professor? We can go about our business and I can make my merry way to the tower… or you could see about being the second actual woman in my harem." She looked confused by this, and voiced it, causing him to chuckle.
"Everyone one of my girls except for one is under 17. That's what I meant. Trust me, they are all forms of woman." He grinned and winked. "But they are not technically seen as such in the world. If you joined you'd be the second one over 16, and with a bit more experience I think." She hummed softly and leaned back. On the one hand, he was a student, and it was unethical (and illegal) to sleep with him. On the other hand… the last time she was with a man in any kind of intimate sense was just after she got her teaching position. That was almost seven years ago.. and she did not like that. She bit her look and looked at him, giving him a sultry look before nodding. He smiled and then stood, gesturing to the door to the classroom.
"Lead the way, Professor. I do not know where your… quarters are." She laughed softly and then with purposeful strides lead the way to her quarters as he so put it. When they got there she placed a few secrecy charms, and then he did the same.
The ones he used were not any she had heard of, and he simply told her 'family secret' before giving her a grin. She cleared her throat and took off her pointed witch's hat, letting her own deep brown locks fall around her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. She smiled and then took off her outer robes, in a pair of clean slacks and a nice buttoned-up blouse.
"How about a few ground rules, Harry." He nodded and took off his outer robes, showing her the short-sleeved shirt that showcased his toned arms and chest. "First, you can call me Aurora when we are in my room. Second, no one knows about this… no one at all, do you understand?" She was not about to be fired for having someone find out about this. He shook his head softly and gave her a gentle smile.
"I'll tell only one person, maybe two. Hermione Granger, and Luna Lovegood. I'll only tell Luna because she'll probably figure it out anyway. She is sharp that one." She looked gob-smacked for a moment as realization hit her.
"Ms. Granger is part of your… Harem?" He nodded and she sat down.
"Going on a week now, Aurora. She 'discovered' me with one of my girls and I brought her into the fold that night. I trust her with my dreams, my ambitions, my secrets, and my life… I will never hide anything from her. Other rules?" He smiled and she shook it off, Ms. Granger would never say a word.
"Right… well, third is that you cannot." She paused, she couldn't believe she was saying this. He was a teenager though and had been with enough witches it seemed, so he could handle it. "You cannot cum inside of me. I am not about to have a child in the middle of teaching." He snickered and shook his head again, smiling.
"Aurora; I am a wizard, and you are a witch. We can stop that if we like. As a matter of fact, I can do it silently and wandlessly." She gasped as she felt a warmth in her belly, and looked down just in time to see the pink glow of the contraception charm vanish. She gave him a huff and then rolled her eyes.
"Very well… another rule, no marks. I will not go to breakfast with a Hickey or love bite." She took a deep breath and then laid out the last rule. "Finally, there is to be absolutely no kissing. I am not joining your Harem, but I think we can both benefit from the physical act." He had been taking off his shirt when he stopped. Instead of continuing to take it off, he tugged it back on.
"How about this, Aurora, I give you a kiss like I give my girls, and you let me know if you want to keep that last rule?" She raised an eyebrow at the slight smugness of his words but decided to go for it. He came to her and with a gentle caress to her neck and cheeks brought her closer to him. At his real height, he was a good 3-4 inches taller than her. He dipped down and gave her a searing, body-tingling kiss.
She couldn't tell if it was magic that was helping, or if he was just that good. He gave her just the right amount of tongue, his teeth nibbled her lips gently and he held her close to him. When he broke off she was slightly dazed. This young man in front of her, touching her.. .holding her, Merlin could he kiss! She blinked a few times and looked up at him, looking at his gentle smile.
"Screw that rule… and screw me not being in your Harem if you can give me more of all of that." He laughed softly and then with a low growl gave her another kiss. His lips made her shudder in delight as his hands roamed her body nice and slow. Her blouse lifted softly out of her slacks and the ebony skin underneath was sweetly caressed. When they broke from the second kiss he was taking off her blouse nice and slowly. Hands caressing her exposed skin and then he stepped back. Smiling and looking her over with a critical eye.
"I tell all my girls this, so they don't get more upset with me than they have to." At her raised eyebrow he continued. "When I get you naked, and I will, soon." He winked. "I will look over your body, almost as if I am judging how you look. It's not me being superficial myself, but I seem to have a… really good eye for where a woman likes to be touched. It helps with my lovemaking." Harry watched as a nearly undetectable blush crept on her dark cheeks. He was not smug because he was an ass, but because he could back it up.
He kissed her again and then took his time taking her clothes off. Robes were gone, then her blouse, and then her sensible pants. He sighed as he saw she was already wearing a nice set of stockings. Kneeling in front of her and caressing her legs before looking up at her.
"You have marvelous legs, Aurora." He stroked up to her thighs and then before he got to her crotch he brought his hands around to cup her behind. "And a spectacular arse. It is true what they say about most ladies of your sweet color. Especially in the rump area." He teased at her playful huff and then his hands went to her panties and he started to slowly slide them down her legs.
When they got to her ankles he helped her step out of them before he spread her legs. He gave her exposed lips a kiss and then stood up after a shudder from her. He gave her another kiss and then she felt herself naked except for her stockings. He caressed her ass as he nibbled her neck and whispered. "Those stay on… you have no idea how delicious I find stockings when they are on legs that are wrapped around me." She shuddered again and then he took a few steps back, taking her with him. He then let go, and as he said he would, started to walk around her. Inspecting her body. He hummed softly and then after another pass came up behind her, arms around her midsection as he kissed her neck.
"Simple beautiful, Aurora. I usually tell my girls what I am going to do to them. Let them know what they expect.. but you're a woman. You have your own experience, you know what you want." He nibbled her ear lightly, hands roaming her body and stroking and caressing spots on her body that she had told no man about. "I want you to tell me what you want. What has a man never done for you that you'd enjoy, hmm? What do you want me to do better than any man has ever done?" He couldn't keep the superior sound out of his voice, but it made her strangely more aroused. When she spoke it was with a low, but husky tone.Her hands stopped his on her thighs as she leaned back into him.
"I… I want to be in control. I want to have my way with you as if I am doing the seducing." She ground back against him. "I don't want you to be submissive, but I want you to let me take the lead, are you… alright with that?" He had two responses, the first was a kiss that made her shudder, and the other was right after.
"As you wish, my lady. Please… show me." He stepped back and she turned around, taking her wand and vanishing his clothes. He chuckled softly and mock frowned. "Those were not cheap clothes, Aurora." She huffed and then sat him down on the bed.
"Hush you. They're just in the closet." She gave him an appraising look over and then sighed as she saw what he had to work with. "Merlin you are a healthy young man." She purred and then slipped to her knee's in front of him. Stroking his thighs and coaxing them to spread lightly. Her hands caressed his thighs and then she took hold of him softly. Her hands were completely soft and smelled gently of vanilla.
He was not against this in the slightest, and he was even less against the soft caresses of her tongue on his length. He leaned back with a gentle growl as she started to please him. He didn't move a hand to her hair as he did with Lavender, or press deep into her throat like he did Luna. Instead, he let her take the pace. She couldn't take more than half of him, but that was more than enough for him.
Aurora couldn't get over how good he tasted. She would swear he had a faint tropical taste to him, and the pre he was leaking tasted sweet and fruity. She would have to ask him about it another time, for now, she wanted more of him. She looked up to see his eyes closed and heard his deep groan of delight as she started to bob her head up and down what she could take. Her tongue and lips worked over the younger man on whose knees she was between and she marveled at how much she was getting off on this herself.
Her arousal drenched her thighs as his groans and grunts of encouragement let her know he was enjoying this himself. He huffed and made a strangled sound of warning but she kept going. She was prepared, but at the same time not, for the force of orgasm the young man gave her.
Just like his pre, his load was sweet and fruity, and of course warm. She shuddered and was only to swallow a good portion before she came off his length and the rest landed on her cheeks, and neck, and dripped down to her exposed chest. She was surprised at his volume, and a bit at his lack of staying power, but he was a teenager after all. She pumped out the last bit and licked it off his length as it trickled along the underside. Smiling up at him as she continued to stroke him, purring sensually.
"Such a healthy young man indeed. We're not done yet… no, not at all." She stroked his length a few more times before she got up and pushed him onto his back on the bed. Smiling and then she straddled his face with a stroke through his raven locks. "Show me that tongue is good for more than getting a lady out of her knickers." She giggled softly and then gasped when he said nothing, instead letting his actions speak for him.
His hands went to her toned rump as his tongue and lips got to work on her sweet pussy. She did not taste sweet and fruity as he did, but she had a nice taste to her. It was tangy, and she was clearly an older woman with how she moved and moaned. She knew what she wanted and she was taking it. Her grinding against his tongue and lips was accentuated by her sweet, slightly audible moans. She was not a screamer like most older ladies could be, but she had a sensuality to the sounds she did produce, and he loved it. He decided to give her an orgasm worthy of talent, so he used his oral trump card.
Aurora was in heaven, and she wanted to stay here for as long as she could. She couldn't remember the last time she had her pussy so expertly eaten, and frankly, she didn't care. She was in the middle of some pleasing thoughts when she let out a gasp of delight and surprise as Harry changed it up on her. She didn't know what he did, but his tongue started to twist, turn and vibrate in ways that only certain toys could. As she wondered what was going on, and melted into pleasure, Harry continued to speak nothing but silky… husky, and naughty words into her pussy. However, he was using the language of the snakes, parseltongue. As it was a magical language, it made his tongue do things no normal tongue could, and that was an added benefit.
She was unsure how long her body was being dragged through fields of pleasure, and she lost count of the number of orgasms he tore from her. She looked at the clock one, rocked through an orgasm or two, blinked, and saw that it was completely different. Aurora whined and then with a great feat of strength, she was sure her legs were hit with a jelly jinx, she pulled from his lips. He blinked softly when there was no more of her tasty body to suckle on, and then looked at her. His tongue licked his lips as she poke at him.
"S-Sweet.. m-merciful Merlin, Harry!" She panted as she rested on him after sliding so his youthful length was pressed between her arse cheeks. "W-Where did you learn to do that… w-what did you do to me?" She whined in aftershocks and was caught by surprise when he gave her a gentle kiss. Caressing her cheeks as he shared her taste with her.
"I have my secrets, Aurora. You seem.. out of it, how about we call it a night?" He gave her another kiss, teasing, yet sincere in his own way.
"N-No… Harry.. n-not at all." She wriggled on his lap softly and then gave him another kiss, still lightly panting. "W-were not done until you get at least one more.. I-I don't remember how many I had." She giggled softly and then lightly slumped on him before her ass rose and perched his thick, leaking tip against her entrance. "N-Nice and slow now.. I-I'm still a tad bit sensitive."
She gave him a giggly grin and then gave him the sweetest moan as she slid slowly onto him. He was much thicker, and warmer, than his tongue and stretched her to limits she forgot she had. She waited until every inch was inside of her before she ground on him and gave him a kiss. Sitting up with a sigh and leaning back on his legs which he perched up.
"L-Let me show you the experience of age, Harry." She winked and then they both started the slow, but quickly building rhythm they both needed and wanted.
True to his word, Harry let her take control of everything, even this. His hands rested on her thighs as she bounced on his lap with increasing tempo. He watched, with great pleasure, as her body bounced and moved in all the right places. He let his hands roam her chocolate-colored body, caressing and touching the spots he knew would make her get that extra bit of pleasure from him. He did not just sit idly though as she did all the work, aside from his moving hands he also thrust into her from below when she came bouncing back into his lap.
Soon, though, she was moaning and begging for more in her sultry voice and he was more than happy to oblige. His hands gripping her hips and his thrusting getting that much deeper and firmer. Through their dance, she had at least another two orgasms, and her movements were getting slower, but they still had that needy enthusiasm. He decided to give her a little break and grinned gently, through a groan, at her cute gasp of surprise when he shifted her to her back.
One leg parallel with his torso as he straddled the other and pounded into her with added gusto. Her moans got a little louder at the renewed vigor of the man between her legs, and with a near shriek of delight, she rocketed through her largest orgasm of the night. She was barely aware of the warmth of being filled by his own release, but when she recovered enough she got to feel the last bits as he ground into her.
She was a messy, panting mess by the time he pulled from her and let her leg back onto the bed. She looked at him, blinking through swearing and panting before she moaned into his lips as he brought her close. He smiled at her when they broke apart and tucked a few stray strands of her hair away from her face.
"Y-You're officially one of my girls now, Aurora, welcome." He teased her ear softly and gave her another kiss. She nuzzled into him as they rested on the bed, so close to passing out already.
"I-If I-I w-wasn't still… s-shivering I-I'd give you a slap for that." She smiled and got another kiss, then let her mind, and body, shut off as she dropped into a well-deserved sleep. Harry was not too far behind after making sure they were covered, and the door was firmly sealed. Oh, it was good to be Harry Potter.