Chapter 10
Daphne Greengrass wondered how she got into such a situation. Then she remembered the blonde ferret and her idiot uncle, and her question was answered. Still, the situation wasn't all that bad. In fact, at the moment, it was downright pleasant.
Her small hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as she closed her eyes and shuddered. Somehow, after meeting Potter to give her report on the happenings in Slytherin House, she ended up in his bed.
He had brought her over to his room which he and his friends called the HQ. It was just an ordinary room with a large bed and plenty of desks and bookshelves. She was thankful that it was far off the beaten path, so her chances of being discovered were very slim. Daphne had to admit, the room was quite nice and helpful to have while continuing to be a student of the school. At the moment, the bed was very useful.
Unable to stop herself, she let out the loudest moan of her life when Harry wiggled his tongue against her asshole while he massaged her dripping wet slit with his fingers. Daphne's ass was up in the air, and her knees were wide apart. She imagined that it made for quite the sight … not that he could see it anyway. Not with his face buried in her ass, that is. Daphne gasped, and her eyes fluttered when his tongue traced the rim of her tightest hole. Beads of pussy juice were rolling down the insides of her thighs as he worked her hole. When he suddenly removed his tongue, Daphne involuntarily let out a disappointed groan. Harry flipped her onto her back and pressed her knees together. He then pushed them up so that they were resting against her bare breasts. She blushed when he began staring at her pussy.
"I love how your little pussy looks when your lips are pressed tightly together," he complimented her as he reached down and pinched her lips together. Daphne felt a tingle travel throughout her entire body. Just being near him was enough to have her pussy completely soaked. When he toyed with her body in such a way, it was difficult not to cum on the spot. "Continue with your report," he told her as he leaned down and dragged his tongue between her lips to capture her wetness. Daphne's body bucked when his tongue touched her throbbing clit. She placed her bare feet on top of his head as he began devouring her naked cunt. The sounds of him slurping her juices were so perverse that it made her feel like such a whore. She couldn't help herself though. The pleasure was too good. Even as she caressed the top of his head with her feet. His hair tickling her soft and delicate soles was enough to send spikes of pleasure up her spine. She was having a hard time avoiding wiggling too much. She didn't want her clit leaving his lips after all. When his lips wrapped around the hard, little nub, however, she just said "fuck it" and spread her legs. They wrapped around the back of his head, and she used them to pull his face harder against her slippery cunt.
"Lick it harder!" Daphne begged as she rode his face. Her soft hands began playing with her own breasts while Harry pleasured her from down below. She caressed and massaged them and even rubbed her thumbs against her crinkled nipples. Daphne squeaked when Hermione suddenly walked into the room. Daphne had been introduced to the other girls, but things were still slightly tense between them. To Hermione and Ginny, Daphne was the new girl that hadn't proven herself yet. They definitely hadn't reached the friendship milestone where it wasn't embarrassing to see them getting licked to orgasm. As she squeaked, she covered her breasts. Luckily, Harry's face was still being held securely against her quivering pussy.
Hermione raised her eyebrow as Daphne spasmed on the bed without a stitch of clothing on. She was covering herself even though Harry was clearly slurping down her juices. Hermione could easily hear the wet sounds emanating from between Daphne's toned legs. Harry forced Daphne's legs apart and raised his head. His mouth, chin, and cheeks were glistening with her juices. Now that her legs were open, Hermione could see how wet she was. Even as she watched, a large bead of arousal dripped from between her lips and rolled down to her asshole.
"Hey, Hermione!" he chirped without a care in the world. Hermione sighed. She wanted to be jealous, but her logical mind told her that it was a waste of time. Every girl in school wanted his cock. If she were to give him the silent treatment, some other girl would immediately drop their panties for him. Besides, she knew that she couldn't live without her daily dose of his cum. She was addicted to the orgasms that he could draw out of her. They calmed her down greatly. Since she started getting fucked by him, she had noticed that she was way less bossy and high-strung. She could study better because her mind was always so calm from the intense pleasure that he made her feel. She had already decided that she couldn't live without that. Ginny also admitted that she felt the same way. With all that being said, she wasn't about to let this new girl have all of the fun and hog Harry's limited free time.
Daphne gasped as Hermione quickly stripped down. Daphne was irritated that the bookworm acted more confident than she did. She exposed her nude body like it was nothing. She crawled onto the bed and kissed Harry deeply, not caring that his face was smeared with another woman's arousal. "Hi, Harry," she returned his greeting. She looked down and saw that his cock was at full hardness. Her hand snaked between his legs and wrapped around his magnificent girth.
"Have you not been taken care of?" she asked as her hand began pumping his cock. Daphne knew that it was a poke at her.
"No. I've been busy exploring Daphne's body," he teased.
"Hmmph," Hermione huffed, taking a peek at the Slytherin on the bed. "Well, if she's too busy, then I guess it's up to me," Hermione said and was about to suck him off when Daphne interjected.
"Oh no, you don't! I made him hard … I'll take care of it," she said with confidence before she realized what she said. Suddenly blushing, she knew that she couldn't back out now. She didn't like the way that Hermione smirked. The bookworm moved beside her and held her legs open. Daphne squealed when Hermione used two fingers to spread her pussy lips.
"You heard her, Harry. She'll take care of you," Hermione chirped. "Fuck her hard," she said sweetly, pretending that there was no venom in her voice. If Hermione couldn't keep Harry to herself, then she needed to prove that she was his number one girl. If that meant having group sex with other women, then that was what she would do.
Daphne couldn't believe that the prim and proper know-it-all was acting like that. Though she didn't want to admit it, Daphne was getting turned on by being treated in such a way. Just being near Harry made everything more pleasurable. After her lips were parted, Harry got into position and began rubbing the head of his big cock up and down her slit. Her pink insides coated the tip of his cock in a copious amount of her juices. Every once in a while, his head would dip into her tunnel, making her back arch. She couldn't take it much longer. The teasing was too much.
"Inside, please!" she cried out in a shuddering voice. A feminine moan left her mouth when he pushed forward and properly claimed her body for the first time.
Hermione felt a bit of vindictive pleasure seeing Daphne wince in pain. She knew firsthand how much he would stretch her. It would be painful until her body had gotten used to his size. Hermione looked down to the area of penetration and watched as Harry pulled back. Daphne's tight cunt stretched outward as Harry pulled out. When only the head was in, Harry's hips moved forward. A wet squelch filled the room which mortified Daphne. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. Hermione giggled loudly. "She's very wet, isn't she?" Hermione smiled happily at him.
"Very wet … and hot," Harry grunted as his cock pistoned back and forth. His slow movements became faster and faster, and within minutes, he was brutally fucking the girl.
"How does she feel?" Hermione asked, curious. She let her fingers slide over Daphne's smooth mound until her fingertips were brushing against her swollen clit. The heat radiating from between her legs was amazing, Hermione thought.
"Incredible!" Harry moaned and lifted Daphne's leg up. He draped it over his shoulder and held her thigh tightly. Daphne's tits were bouncing up and down as her body was jerked around from his powerful thrusts. "She's really tight," he told her. Suddenly feeling horny, Hermione threw a leg over Daphne's body and straddled her belly. Hermione leaned forward and reached behind herself. Harry watched as Hermione spread her cheeks open and exposed her asshole to him.
"Tighter than this?" she teased as she made her asshole repeatedly wink at him.
"I don't know about that?" Harry chuckled merrily while continuing to fuck Daphne. Her silky walls were quickly drawing an orgasm from him. He could feel Daphne getting tighter with every thrust.
Daphne was beginning to see stars. Her mouth was open, but she wasn't sure if anything was coming out. She did hear a high-pitched squeal that might have been hers. Either way, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the mind-blowing orgasm that was sure to break free any second. She felt Hermione's hot and wet pussy rubbing against her smooth belly. Suddenly, she leaned forward and her dangling tits were pressed against her face. Immediately, her pussy clamped down tightly on him. Daphne sucked Hermione's nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it as if she were trying to nurse. The vibrations from her moans and squeals must have been pleasurable to Hermione because Little Miss Know-It-All began moaning along with her. Not only that, but she was trying to stuff more of her breast into her mouth. Daphne just kept licking and sucking. Eventually, the pleasure became too much, and she violently bucked Hermione off of her body. Daphne curled up pathetically into the fetal position as her body was being wracked with orgasm after orgasm.
Hermione smirked when the girl had gotten her comeuppance. What she wasn't expecting was for Harry to push her face down on the bed and lift her ass up. "Harry? What are you … EEK!" she cried out as Harry's long, fat cock buried itself in her asshole. Having already been fucked in the ass by him many times, she was already used to his size. Unfortunately, her hole shrank down and needed to be restretched every time that he fucked her. Hermione had worked him up so much that he seemed to forget or just didn't care. Instead, he held her hips tightly and powerfucked her ass like he owned it.
'He does own it,' she reminded herself. She had already given herself to him. Deep down, she knew that she belonged to him now, just like Ginny, and now Daphne. Daphne and she were now face to face. Daphne's eyes were twitching while her body continued to spasm. Hermione's eyes fluttered while she was being treated like the cheapest whore in Knockturn Alley. "Oh, God!" Hermione cried out as he hit the deepest part of her asshole. She turned her head and buried her face in the mattress, not wanting Daphne to see her fuck-faces. Squeaks and squeals left her mouth while Harry's hips connected with her lovely ass. Her cheeks clapped and rippled as she took him deep. A sensual shiver traveled up and down her body when Harry gently dragged his fingernails down the middle of her bare back. Hermione could feel his magic against her skin. By that point, beads of pussy juice were dripping from her twat and leaving a wet patch on the sheets below her.
Embarrassed that she couldn't last long, Daphne forced herself to her knees to join in. She crawled behind Harry and buried her face underneath him. Not caring what she licked, she just gave in to the sexual frenzy that Harry had created within her. His ass, his balls, she licked everything that she could reach. With her pussy tingling, she completely let herself go and burrowed even deeper underneath him. She was so deep that Hermione's drippings were landing on her face. Looking up, she could easily see his huge cock pistoning in and out of her ass. Every time that he pushed in, Hermione would let out a cute, little squeal of pleasure. She could see that her pussy was fluttering as she got closer to orgasmic bliss. Deciding to help her out, Daphne grabbed their bodies and pulled her face up. She stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Hermione's dripping slit and hard clit. Daphne barely heard her loud scream, but she definitely didn't miss the violent spray of pussy juice as a powerful analgasm rocked Hermione's body. Daphne choked as her juices sprayed into the back of her throat. Above her, she couldn't see Hermione's body shaking through her orgasm. She didn't see her fall over onto her side as Harry pulled out, and she definitely didn't see when Harry stroked himself to completion and spurted his seed all over her face. Daphne sputtered as a sticky rope of cum sprayed across her face. Some of it landed on her lips while the rest streaked across her pretty face and ended in her hair. All she could do was keep her eyes closed as more cum landed all over her sexy, nude body.
Chapter 11
Harry's eyes were fluttering as he tore through a book that he had snuck out of the Restricted Section of the school's library. Hermione had wanted to berate him, but the thought of reading the rare book kept her from opening her mouth. Even now, as Harry lay on the bed in their Headquarters with his ankles crossed, Hermione would look over at him from her desk and stare at the book in longing. She wouldn't have to wait long. Since his "accident", Harry discovered that he could read books at nearly ten times the speed that he used to. There was also the fact that he didn't need to re-read certain parts. His memory was near perfect. Harry turned his head and looked at his friend. He flashed her a smirk. Hermione blushed and went back to scribbling on her parchment.
"Do you remember where I put my change of clothes?" Ginny asked, walking around the room completely naked. Harry looked at her and studied her young, sexy body. He loved the way that her bottom and tits jiggled slightly with every step. She bent over to look in a chest. Harry was met with a lovely view of her smooth, puffy lips that were pressed together tightly. Just then, the door quickly opened, and his favorite snake slipped into the room. The others barely even looked up. By then, Daphne's presence was practically common.
"Really, Weasley?" Daphne asked in an annoyed tone. "Have you no sense of common decency?" She walked in and sat on the bed next to Harry. Harry wasted no time sitting up and kissing Daphne deeply. His hand opened up her school robe and snaked in. He touched her covered breast which caused her to let out a soft moan.
"You're one to talk," Ginny replied with a snort. "You act like the biggest slut that I've ever seen when you come into our room. Always sucking him off and wiggling your ass in his direction …" Ginny continued, talking more to herself than anyone else. "AHA! Found them!" she cried out, pulling her change of clothes from the bottom of the trunk. "Both of you really need to keep a change of clothes in here. If you stay the night, eventually people are going to catch on when they see you wearing the same thing twice in a row," she smartly told them.
"That's probably a good idea," Daphne said as Harry felt up her body and nipped at her neck.
"Any reason why you came or was it just to hang out?" Hermione asked, cleaning her quill and screwing the cap back onto the ink bottle.
"I came to give a report on what's going on in the Slytherin Common Room," she replied as Harry pulled her on top of him. She straddled him and began dry humping him through their clothes as he cupped and squeezed her tight bottom.
"Anything exciting?" Ginny asked.
"Not really. Pansy is still jittery. I think she'll soon try and contact you, Harry. You must have really done a number on her," Daphne moaned as Harry's lips found her jaw.
"What about Malfoy?" Harry asked as he helped Daphne take off her robes. They tossed them to the side which was quickly followed by her blouse. Harry leaned her back and began attacking her cleavage with his lips.
"Still being a pain. He rarely talks to anyone, and when he does, it's to insult them. He's made a lot of enemies already, and we're less than two months into the school year. He may not make it to summer," she told them. Daphne shuddered as Harry's hand explored the soft skin of her bare back. She loved how his fingertips felt as they caressed her back and traced her spine down to the crack of her ass.
"He actually threatened to kill a seventh-year last night," Daphne moaned.
"Which one?" Harry asked as he raised his eyebrow. Malfoy was getting in a bit too deep. Even when Harry had met up with his official Mistress, Narcissa, for some late-night fun the other day, she didn't bother asking about her son. It seems that she might have just given it up as an inevitability. The consequence of him removing her from the family was really working against him. Every day, the magic of it was changing her thoughts and desires. Her son was no longer her greatest priority. Now it was Harry, the one and only man in her life. Malfoy had really let a gem slip through his fingers. Harry planned to use Narcissa's talents to their fullest once summer rolled around.
"Quolbern," she answered while her eyes were closed, and her hips were rolling sexily.
"The big guy?" Harry asked.
"Big is an understatement," Hermione snorted. "He's as big as a Mountain Troll."
Indeed, Hermione was correct. The seventh year wasn't the type of guy that you wanted to meet in a dark alley. He had muscles upon muscles. 'Malfoy must be insane to threaten that guy,' Harry thought to himself.
"How did he respond?"
"How do you think?" Daphne raised an eyebrow. "If I were Malfoy, I'd be watching my back."
"Did anything else of note happen in the Common Room?"
Daphne shook her head. "Just the normal adolescent arguments that you would expect from school children," she told them before pausing. "Have you thought about bringing Tracey into this?" she suddenly asked. All three looked at her, causing Daphne to blush.
"I assume that you'd be more comfortable with your friend involved?" Harry asked. Daphne nodded.
"It would definitely make my life easier. Tracey can be trusted," Daphne promised them.
"What do you girls think?" Harry asked the other two. They looked at each other, silently talking in the way that only girls could do. They suddenly nodded, wanting Daphne to be as comfortable as they were. The three girls shared a smile.
"Fine … but don't mention it to Tracey. I'll try to bring her in myself. If that fails, then you can talk to her," he told Daphne. She quickly agreed. Soon after, her bra went flying, and Daphne arched her back and moaned as Harry sucked on her neck while Hermione and Ginny each captured one of her hard, pink nipples between their lovely lips.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Regularly, the group had to make appearances in their Common Rooms so as to not give away what they were doing. Harry had just come down from his dorm when he saw practically the entire student body of Gryffindor House gathered around the bulletin board. Harry made his way over. Coming up beside Ginny and her friends, he asked, "What's going on here?"
Ginny turned to look at him and smiled. Her friends immediately turned their attention to him as well, blushing profusely. "A notice was just added by McGonagall. Next week, on the 30th, classes are going to be cut short."
"How come?" he asked, confused.
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming, silly!" Ginny's friend giggled, batting her eyes at him and inching closer.
"Interesting," Harry said quietly. He had completely forgotten that they would be coming. He was interested in seeing the students from different magical schools. Harry guessed that the choice for the three champions would happen soon after. He made a mental note to keep the promise that he had made to Narcissa if possible. Once he was pinned in by Ginny's horny friends, and he started to get groped, he decided to move on. He wasn't against a little bit of fun, but at the moment, he had other things on his mind.
Hermione had come up with a pretty good idea earlier in the day. "Harry, I've been thinking," she told him while they were hanging out in the Common Room. They were off in a corner sharing an antique loveseat.
"What about?" he asked, putting his book down. He had already finished the other and had handed it off to Hermione. She was busy pouring over it in great detail.
"Our … um, mission," she said, not really knowing what to call it. She smiled when Harry nodded, letting her know that he understood what she was talking about. "I think it would be a good idea if we had a stock of potions at our disposal," she told him.
"Oh? What kind?" Harry asked, putting his book down and giving her his full attention. Hermione seemed to become more confident now that Harry was interested in her idea. She straightened up and became more business-like.
"The obvious starter would be different healing potions, salves, creams, and alike," she said, snapping her book shut and putting it back into her bag. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a muggle-style notebook and opened it up. She obviously had a list already.
"Do you know how to make them?" Harry wondered. "I'm not exactly a whiz at potions, you know."
"I think I can make most, if not all of the ones that I have the instructions to," she told him confidently, flipping through her notebook and showing him her list. 'The list certainly is comprehensive,' Harry thought as he read line after line.
"What are these?" he asked her when she flipped to another list.
"These are potions that we don't need right now, but may be useful in the future," she told him. Harry read through the list.
"Ah, Polyjuice … our old friend," Harry said, remembering their antics during his Second Year. "I wouldn't mind seeing you with cat ears and a tail again," he told her suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Harry! Shhh!" she quieted him with a massive blush on her face. "People will hear," she said, lowering her voice. Harry squeezed her thigh quickly before going back to business.
"I think this is a brilliant idea," Harry praised her. Hermione looked excitedly happy at his response.
"You do?"
"Of course. It'll be good to have a stock of potions. Besides, it's good practice for the future," he squeezed her thigh again. Now that her plan was put in place, she no longer seemed to care about people seeing her being felt up. There was too much planning to do. She grabbed her ballpoint pen and began scribbling in her notebook.
"The only downside is that some of these potions contain rare or expensive ingredients," Hermione suddenly said. She slumped slightly as the wind was let out of her sail. "We can't take anymore from Professor Snape. He'll surely take it out on us whether he has proof or not."
Harry snorted. "You've got that right. Can we order some? I have a decent amount of gold."
"We can order some, but others are too rare," she responded. Harry suddenly had an idea. With his near-perfect memory, he remembered a book on the shelf in the library when they were doing a lengthy essay for the greasy bat.
"I saw a book in the library," he told her. Hermione perked up when a book was brought up. "Magical Flora and Fauna of the Forbidden Forest," he recalled. "I know that Hagrid goes in there, hunting for rare ingredients to supply the school."
Hermione's eyes went wide. "Harry! That's a great idea!" she squealed while stuffing her notebook back into her bag. "Do you remember where the book is located?" she asked, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Potions Section. Backside of the second bookcase on the right. The book was on the fourth row from the top, near the left side. It has a dark blue cover that looks to be covered in scaled skin … maybe a snake or a lizard."
"That's a really good memory," she said but paid it no mind. Without even saying goodbye, she quickly scampered off to the library. She had work to do after all, and the library waited for no man … or woman in this case. Harry shook his head fondly at his best friend. With nothing pressing to do at the moment, Harry wrote Ron a letter filling him in on what had happened recently.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Running at full speed, Harry ducked underneath a low, twisted branch. Hearing the excited clicking of razor-sharp chelicerae, he smiled to himself. His heart was hammering in his chest, but not from fear. Harry loved the excitement.
He once would have been terrified to be alone in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. Any sane person would. Now, thanks to his upgraded body, he found that the odds that would normally be against him were now even. Putting on a burst of speed, Harry jumped straight over a large, fallen tree and a wide creek in a single jump. A loud thunk told him that the predator chasing him was equally as nimble on its eight feet. Now that they were far enough from Aragog's nest, Harry looked at the ground in front of him as he continued to run. With his perfect night vision, he easily spotted a large rock on the forest ground. Coming almost to a dead stop, Harry grabbed the rock, and with a deadly aim, he threw the rock as hard as possible. His immense strength sent the rock hurling like a bullet. The Acromantula chasing him had no time to react. The rock hit it directly in the head which was followed by a disgusting crunching sound. Harry watched as the massive spider hit the ground and slid the remaining ten feet until he stopped it with his outstretched foot. Harry kicked it a few times just to make sure that it wasn't moving. Once satisfied, Harry pulled out several crystal flasks and got to work.
Remembering the proper procedure, Harry placed the bottom under the fangs and began milking the dead spider of its valuable venom. Hermione wasn't pleased that Harry was planning on coming out here alone at night. She rightfully thought that it was a suicide mission. Normally, she would be right. In the end, Harry decided to tell her about what had happened to him and about some of his enhancements. He didn't tell her about the Unspeakables' role in it. He felt it was best to keep that under wraps. Of course, she promised to never tell a soul. After that, she felt a little better about him coming out into the forest, but not much. It was only his promise of staying safe and her desire to learn how to brew advanced potions that kept her from forcing him to stay behind.
Seeing that the large flask was nearly full, Harry put a stopper in it and began filling another bottle. In the end, he milked just over four large bottles of Acromantula Venom from the dead spider. He put the bottles in his arm storage and checked the list. There were no other parts of the spider that he needed thankfully. He didn't fancy having to carve that thing up. "Better keep going," he mumbled and put his list away. Hermione had given him a list of things to look out for. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the moonlight reflecting off a silvery strand of hair. Going over, Harry plucked the unicorn hair from the tree branch. He placed that with the others that he had found in his arm storage. Those were valuable as potion ingredients as well. With that done, he was back on the hunt.
Harry kept moving. He didn't want to be caught by the Centaur herd. He knew that they didn't care very much for humans and probably wouldn't like him mucking around in the forest. Hearing soft singing in the distance, he ran in that direction. Once he was close enough, it wasn't hard to find what was making the noise. A bunch of nine, small mushrooms growing out of the base of a holly tree were swaying back and forth while giving off musical tones. Harry found the sounds pleasant enough. From what he remembered in the book, they were magical mushrooms that used sound as a defense. The musical tones were really good at putting mice, which were their main predator, to sleep. He also remembered that they secreted a mild venom that would severely irritate the skin if handled without gloves. Harry put on his pair of dragonhide gloves and plucked them from the tree. Immediately, they stopped swaying and singing. Putting them in a plastic bag, Harry added them to his collection.
This carried on for the next few hours. His storage was getting full, and he was just about to go back to the castle when he spotted something in the distance. Through the trees, he saw a golden light in the far distance. Running at full speed, he was there in only a few seconds. Pushing his way through a shrub, Harry came face to face with one of the rarest plants that the magical world had to offer … Ficedula Aurea. Just looking at it filled Harry with awe.
It looked like a very large Lily with five massive petals folded downward. They were each the color of dark, rich amber. They were spotted with black specks. At the point where the petals met, a golden light was radiating from deep within the flower, bathing its small, empty grove in light. Long stamens reached nearly a foot into the air. The filaments were a pure white while the anthers were glittering gold. Obviously, Harry never thought that he would find this. It wasn't even talked about in Magical Flora and Fauna of the Forbidden Forest. He actually heard about it from Neville when Harry asked about rare plants. No one had even seen one in almost a hundred years. From what Neville said, the plant feasted on gold. Only when it ate enough gold would it drop its seeds. Everyone who tried to grow it in a controlled manner failed, and no one knew why. Neville thought that it might only grow after a unicorn ate the seeds and pooped them out in the perfect spot. Either way, Harry knew that he had no chance to grow the thing. He didn't care about that at the moment though. The seeds were incredibly valuable, both monetarily speaking and from a potions standpoint. Being well beyond Hogwarts' wards, Harry memorized the exact location so that he could come back again. In the meantime, Harry pulled out several galleons and placed them into the light. Instantly, the stamen curled downward and wrapped around the coins. They sunk down into the flower, taking the coins with them. Harry waited for nearly half an hour before six objects were ejected from the flower. Harry greedily snatched them up.
Studying them closely, he saw that they were roughly the same size and shape as kidney beans, only they were translucent and swirling with a glittery, golden liquid inside. His skin tingled as he held them in his bare hand. He almost wanted to stay there all night staring at them, but he knew that Hermione was likely waiting up worried for him. Securing them away, Harry apparated closer to the school and ran back onto the grounds through the forest. He easily made his way back inside.
Chapter 12
Harry watched on as Hermione tore through one of her many potions books. He wasn't admiring her for her love of reading. He was looking at her because she was lying on the bed on her belly wearing the tiniest panties imaginable. He noticed that since the three girls began spending a lot of time in their Headquarters, their underwear had been getting smaller and sexier. He definitely wasn't complaining.
Harry's eyes wandered over the bump of her perfectly smooth bottom and the length of her shapely legs. Even her naked back was beautifully graceful. She suddenly squealed happily and wrote something down in her notebook.
"I found another use for the seeds!" she chirped, looking up at him with happy eyes. Hermione had obviously been ecstatic when he brought back the seeds of the Ficedula Aurea flower. She had almost been too excited to fall asleep that night. Harry was more than happy to help wear her out. Just then, Daphne slipped into the room. Ginny was hanging out with some of her friends that day and would be sleeping in her dorm that night to keep up appearances. Daphne tossed her bag down and got onto the bed next to Hermione. She was equally intrigued by the uses of the seeds. Once they were done with their research, the group would decide on the best use for them. Harry got up and joined them. Moving behind Daphne, he removed her school robe and placed it on a side table. Next, he put his hands on her shoulders and began to give her a massage while focusing his weak Veela powers on her. Immediately, her eyes fluttered, and she let out a cute, little moan of pleasure.
"That feels really good, Harry!" she gasped while he worked her sore muscles.
"How are things with Tracey? I haven't been able to get her alone," Harry told her.
"She's fine but getting suspicious since I'm gone so much. I was thinking that I might help you out with the problem of finding her alone," Daphne moaned.
"Oh?" Harry asked, reaching around to unbutton her shirt. Daphne helped him and was quickly stripped down to her bra. As the latch popped open, she lowered her arms and let him remove that as well. She leaned back against him as his hands explored her taut belly and perky tits.
"Yeah," she shuddered. "After dinner tonight, I'll take her to the library to study. When you see me get up to go find a book, that will give you the perfect opportunity to work your magic on her," Daphne explained.
"Good plan," Harry complimented her. Daphne mewled as he began removing her skirt as well.
The Six Million Galleon Man
"There they are!" Hermione whispered in his ear. She would never miss an opportunity to go to the library. Daphne and Tracey were right where Daphne had said they would be. They were at their usual spot in the far left corner of the library. Hardly anyone ever came back there. Most of the books were on Arithmancy, a subject most avoided. Harry checked his watch with Hermione looking as well.
"Only a few more minutes until she leaves," she whispered. "I'll go look for more potions books and leave you to it. Good luck!" she said, kissing him on the cheek. Once Hermione was gone, Harry went back to looking at the two girls through a gap in the bookcase. He saw Daphne subtly check the time and get up. She quietly said something to Tracey and left. He gave it a minute or so to avoid making it look staged. Moving around the side, he pretended to just walk up and bump into her.
"Oh!" Harry jumped in surprise as he came around the corner. "Hey! Umm … Tracey, right?"
Tracey had been feeling the effects of him being close by, but now that she was face to face with him, she couldn't focus on anything but the unique sensation that his body produced. Immediately, her face turned red, and she began to stutter.
"Oh … umm … Hi … I mean … Hello!" she stuttered as her eyes glazed. Harry smiled at her which only made her face turn redder.
"What are you doing here alone?" he asked, inviting himself by sitting in Daphne's vacant chair. Tracey was too much of a mess to complain.
"Uh … I'm not … Daphne … She's here somewhere," she said, breathing heavily.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, pretending to be concerned about her health. He scooted his chair so close to her that their knees were touching.
"I'm not …" She was cut off by Harry placing his hand on her cheek. Tracey gasped and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers gently glide over her burning hot skin. She could feel his fingertips dancing on the delicate skin of her neck. "Your skin feels hot," she heard him say.
Harry smirked as he watched her lean into him further, her eyes closed as she relished in the sensation. It seemed that she was even more affected by his strange Allure than Daphne was. Like Daphne, Tracey had black hair that went just past her shoulders. She had pale, cream-colored skin and a cute face. She wasn't as classically beautiful as Daphne, but she was very pretty. When his fingers tickled the back of her neck, she practically fell forward into his arms.
"You feel faint?" Harry asked as he steadied her. "Maybe I need to take you to Madam Pomfrey," Harry said. Tracey shook her head but couldn't say anything without letting out a moan. As his hands continued to caress her skin, Tracey simply couldn't handle it anymore.
"OH!" she squeaked and her hips bucked. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a squeal as she squirmed around in her seat. Tracey couldn't believe it. She was cumming from simple skin-to-skin contact! The worst part was that she could see that Potter now understood.
"Oh, I see," he smirked at her, causing her to wish that she could curl up and die. "My, my! I had no idea that you Slytherin girls were so naughty. I would have found you sooner had I known!" Harry chirped. "How about I make you feel really good?" he asked, as he pulled her onto his lap.
"Potter! What are you … EEP!" she gasped as his hand slid inside of her robe and underneath her skirt. His hand was now cupping the crotch of her panties which were soaked completely through. She wanted to admonish him, but couldn't bring herself to do so. The way he stroked her covered slit was mind-blowing to her.
"You may want to keep it down," he gave her some solid advice. "We're far in the back, but it's possible that someone will hear us," he said softly into her ear. Tracey covered her mouth with her hand as Harry's hand was stuffed down the front of her panties. Tracey kept her legs apart as two of his fingers nestled their way between her damp lips. Once inside, her walls hugged them tightly as they curled upward. The sudden, intense pleasure that overcame her made her back bow. When his thumb started flicking back and forth over her throbbing clit, she let out a muffled squeal.
Tracey couldn't believe that she was allowing this to happen. She should slap Potter across the face and go find Daphne, but her body was betraying her. She desperately wanted what he was giving her. Her walls fluttered around his curling fingers. Her g-spot throbbed as he repeatedly stimulated it, and her clit was engorged and throbbing from his thumb brushing over it. The fact that all of this was going on in the school library didn't escape her. Her heart was hammering in her chest, scared that Daphne would catch her … or heaven forbid, someone else. At the moment, she just couldn't get her body to do what her brain was telling it. Instead, copious amounts of fluid were leaking from her slutty pussy and drenching his thrusting fingers. Harry wasn't taking it easy on her either. Her lower half was being jerked around as he violently finger-fucked her right there at the table.
Tracey's vision was getting blurry. She was feeling too much pleasure, and she was beginning to hyperventilate. "H-Harry!" she cried out, grabbing his forearm as her walls squeezed him tightly. Her body violently jerked and bucked as she came around his fingers. Harry only prolonged it by gently rubbing circles over her swollen clit. Her body jerked every time his thumb would flick over her throbbing bead. "S-Stop! It's too much!" she begged, squeezing his hand between her thighs.
"Okay … but you owe me a good time," he told her pointedly. Tracey had no idea why she shyly replied, "A-Alright."
Harry pulled his wet fingers from her and kissed her deeply. Tracey couldn't believe the nerve of him when instead of removing his hand from underneath her robe, he instead slid it up her belly and under her shirt. He gave her bra-clad breast a squeeze right before breaking their kiss. And just like that, he got up, removed her from his lap, and walked away. Tracey stood there in disbelief at what had just happened. Hearing a disturbance in the distance, her brain started working again. She straightened her clothes and waved her hands around, trying to get rid of the smell of her wet pussy. When Daphne came back, Tracey was glad that she didn't suspect a thing.
"Got your book?" Tracey chirped, trying not to let on that she was rubbing her wet thighs together. Her pussy was still contracting as she suffered through her orgasm.
"Yes, I found it," Daphne told her, holding up the thick tome for her to see. "You alright?" she asked. Tracey nodded rapidly, hoping that she wouldn't continue to question why she was acting strangely. "Okay. Do you want to go back to our room?"
"Sure. Let's go," she squeaked while trying to walk normally. It was hard when beads of arousal were dripping down the insides of her thighs.
The Six Million Galleon Man
"You must have done a number on her," Daphne stated the following day. She walked into the room while Harry was laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head. He was completely nude while being sucked off by an equally nude, Ginny Weasley. Ginny was on her knees and leaning over him, bobbing her head up and down. Daphne's eyes focused momentarily on her ass which was up in the air. Her bald pussy lips were slick with arousal. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, and it was making Daphne extremely horny.
"Why do you say that?" he asked, running his fingers through Ginny's lovely, red hair. Daphne quickly stripped down and crawled onto the bed. She let her hand glide over Ginny's silky smooth skin, making the girl shudder.
"She was acting spaced-out all night long. It was like she had her head in the clouds," Daphne told him, joining Ginny's side. Ginny pulled off his cock and offered it to her. Daphne grabbed the base and stroked him a few times, rubbing Ginny's saliva into his skin. Leaning down, she kissed the head before licking him from his balls, up to the tip of his cock.
"He has that effect on us," Ginny said, laying back and spreading her legs. Harry watched as she began toying with her pink, overheated pussy.
"He certainly had an effect on her," Daphne said. "Where's the bookworm?"
"It's Hermione's turn to stay in her dorm room tonight. She doesn't want to make everyone suspicious," Ginny told her as she used two of her fingers to spread her lips apart, showing Harry her light pink insides. She then used another finger to rub her hard, little bead. Ginny moaned loudly, drawing Daphne's gaze.
"Can't you get enough?" Daphne asked the redhead. "You're always horny."
"I can't help it!" Ginny moaned, flicking her fingers over her clit rapidly. "Just being around him makes me want to fuck!" she admitted without shame. Daphne's cheeks turned pink. Mainly because she felt the same way, only she was a bit more moderate in her responses.
The following day, Tracey was trying to avoid Daphne. Daphne, of course, knew what she was doing and why she was doing it, so she just went along with it. Tracey was using her alone time to stalk Harry Potter. The previous night, she lay in bed trying to sleep while thinking nonstop about what had transpired between them. All she could think about was how his hands made her feel. As she lay there, she could almost feel his hands playing with her sensitive skin. At some point, she even removed her clothes and started grinding herself against one of her pillows to help relieve the pressure. Daphne was right … He had done a number on the poor girl.
When she woke up, her first thoughts were about the boy in question. The fact that she couldn't get him out of her head really irritated her. At that point, she felt she had no choice but to learn more about him. Perhaps she could figure out why he had such an effect on her. Thankfully, it was Saturday, and they didn't have classes. It took a while for her to find him, and when she did, he followed at a distance. Peeking around the corner, she saw him going into an old classroom for the second time that day. By then, she was wondering what he was doing in there. Sneaking up to the door, she quietly pressed her ear against it, hoping to find any clue that she could. She heard nothing.
"AAAAH!" she cried out, falling over as Harry opened the door. She landed inside the room in a crumpled heap.
"Tracey? Is that you?" she heard him ask. Embarrassed, she had no other choice but to answer.
"Yeah," she said in a resigned voice.
Harry smirked knowing that she couldn't see his face. Daphne had informed him that Tracey was going to be spying on him or trying to meet up with him. When he saw her in several different places around the castle, he knew that she was indeed following him. He made sure that the other girls stayed away from their HQ that day to give him time alone with his stalker.
She rolled from her side onto her bottom. Harry leaned over and grabbed her hands. Giving a pull, she was lifted back to her feet. Tracey took a step and winced.
"Did you get hurt?" Harry asked. He felt bad. He didn't mean to hurt the girl with his door-opening stunt.
"My hip," she said, rubbing it. Since she could walk without screaming in pain, Harry knew that she wasn't seriously injured. It was likely a bruise. That eased his mind. Even so, he felt that he needed to repay her for his misdeed. Harry closed the door to the room.
"Let me see and make sure," Harry told her. Tracey's heart was hammering as he led her over to a very large and comfortable-looking bed. Why was a bed in this old classroom? Why did it look as if he lived there? There were a lot of questions that needed to be answered. Right then, however, she couldn't focus on any of that. Right then, she was too focused on the fact that he sat her on the bed and took her trainers off. Next, he grabbed the button on her jeans and undid it. Just that alone made her pussy convulse with need. Images of what had happened the previous day were flashing through her mind. Her mind was telling her to slow things down, but her body was telling her mind to "shut the fuck up". When he began tugging her tight jeans down her shapely legs, she actually lifted her ass up to help him get them off. He pulled them off her sock-covered feet and tossed them to the ground. Feeling embarrassed, she put her hand between her legs and covered her panty-clad crotch.
She gasped when Harry pulled the side of her panties down, exposing the tender flesh of her hip. Her eyes fluttered as his fingers played with her aching flesh. "Does this hurt?" he asked, rubbing the sore spot.
"A little," she shuddered. The smell of her wet pussy was becoming stronger, further embarrassing her. "HARRY!" she squealed when he leaned down and kissed her hip. His hands began to caress the incredibly soft skin of her legs.
"Since I was the one to hurt you, I figure I should kiss it and make it better," he told her. "What do you think?" He didn't wait for her answer. His lips found her hip, and soon after he was kissing the inside of her thighs while she desperately covered her soaked panties. When he began sucking on her thigh, she gasped and began cumming. Looking down wildly, she saw a mark on the inside of her thigh.
"You left a hickey!" she squeaked, forgetting that she was supposed to be covering herself. The front of her wet panties was exposed, and Harry took the opportunity to bury his face in them. Tracey cried out and grabbed his hair while her lower half bucked and squirmed.
"Sorry!" came his muffled voice from between her legs. The vibrations of his voice against her pussy only added to the eroticism that she was feeling. Tracey decided that she should just give in and accept her fate. Letting go of his hair, she took a deep breath and spread her legs. Harry smiled as her legs opened up, showing him that the crotch of her panties was soaked and clung tightly to the curve of her womanhood. What Tracey expected, she really had no idea. What she got was her lower half folded upward so that her pussy and ass were high up in the air. Harry pulled her panties to the side, exposing her slick pussy. When she felt him dive in mouth first, she cried out in pleasure. The way his tongue tickled her asshole before moving up the middle of her lips and finally reaching her throbbing clit was spectacular to her. She grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck his face wildly. Suddenly, the door burst open, causing Tracey to squeal and look over. Her best friend was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.
"What the hell is going on here?" Daphne asked. Tracey covered her face in shame as her pussy began to squirt like a fountain. She didn't see Daphne and Harry smirking at each other.