Hermione had only been at the Burrow for two weeks before she decided she couldn’t take it anymore.
She was feeling…well, for lack of a better word, sexually frustrated. She knew what she wanted, but for he first time in her life, she didn’t know how to actually get it.
She needed a plan. Before she went insane. She was already losing sleep from the recurring erotic dreams and waking up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, legs wet, and feeling unbelievably promiscuous. You would think that would be torture enough, but oh no, she was less than six feet away with only a thin wall separating her from the star of her dreams.
Some nights she wanted to crash down the wall and jump him. She was seriously considering how to get away with it too, if Mrs. Weasley hadn’t come up with a brilliant plan to solve her troubles.
This last Christmas Hermione took her boyfriend Harry Potter to her parents house in sunny California. After dinner, the two young sixteen-year-olds slipped into their swimsuits for a little hot tubing. Harry admired Hermiones statuesque young shape, dazzling looks and bewitching smile as they got in the water.
Alone in the water they could feel the romance of the occasion. Harry feed on the warmth of Hermiones sensual smile and the invitation of her loving arms. In turn, Hermione saw Harrys desire in his handsome face. No words were spoken. The shared the look of love was all that was needed.
Hermione then reached up and touched his face and caressed his cheek. She smelled his intoxicating masculine scent as her face neared his. They just gazed into each others eyes, beholding the sparks of desire igniting in them. Harrys hand traveled to the back of Hermiones head, his fingers running through her hair, as he kissed her ear. Then he trailed down to the lobe and gently nibbled on it.
Ginny sat down on her bed and rubbed her tired eyes. It had been a long day. She stopped rubbing her face and stroked her hands together. The dragon skin gloves, which were an essential safety feature for herbology, care of magical creatures and occasionally potions, did not agree with her skin and were making her hands rough, dry and aged. Her fingers resembled her grandmothers and it seemed to be spreading upward toward her wrists. All the woman in her family had skin that was easily irritated by dragon hide, her mother had told her on her first day, ‘a little moisturiser an a good nights sleep will sort out any problems.’
Did she have any? Ginny could remember her mother buying a tub of moisturiser with the dragon hide gloves, but she hadn’t used it because her skin had never been irritated this badly. Ginny had worn her gloves for short periods, but today they were practically attached to her wrists. She had worn them for Herbology, Care of magical creatures and Potions, each lesson followed the other and such lengthy wear had taken its toll.
Harry Potter’s breath fogged up the glass of the dormitory window like a thick haze of smoke. Looking out over the dark grounds of Hogwarts Castle, he felt at home, but still strangely out of place. He was not, after all, at the school as a student, as he had been for the past six years, but as a hero. Only days ago Lord Voldemort had been defeated in the final and most violent battle of the Second War, and Harry had had a strange mix of emotions since that time. He was glad for the defeat of his foe, but at the same time it was proving nearly impossible for the thought of the Dark Lord being gone once and for all.
He looked away from the window and gave the entirety of the dark Gryffindor boy’s dormitory a sweeping gaze. In the surrounding four beds, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and his own best friend Ron slumbered peacefully, there dreams free of the nightmares that had been haunting his; nightmares that all included the resurrection of Voldemort, the sting of the Cruciatus Curse, a flash of green light, and a bittersweet reunion with his dead friends in what Dumbledore had called “the next great adventure.”
Harry was laid up in his bed thinking about his last few years at school. He had just had his seventeenth birthday. His friends all sent him presents. He had received a work planner from Hermione, a Play witch from Fred and George, Ginny had sent him some personal nude photos of herself (Hermione helped her out with those) and some condoms from Ron which had a note attached to it.
“I don’t need a niece just yet,” signed Ron
With Dumbledore dead, Harry was back at the Dursleys’ contemplating what he had to do. The only thing he could think about was killing Snape and Voldemort. He knew Hermione and Ron were determined to go with him. He thought about running for it but he knew they would track him down because he had already disclosed where he was going to go. Godrics Hallow was where it all started for him. That is where Voldemort had killed his parents and tried to kill him.
Not for the first time, Harry Potter lay awake on his four poster in Gryffindor Tower, painfully aware of the throbbing erection straining to escape from his pyjamas. He resisted the urge to take the problem in hand, to provide himself some much needed release, because the ragged breathing and the occasional moan coming from across the room told him someone, probably Neville Longbottom given the direction of the sound, was doing just that. Somehow it seemed too weird, or even a little perverted, that they’d be doing it together; after all, that isn’t something a guy does with just anybody. He wished Neville had thought to use the silencing charm Professor Flitwick had taught them early last year, but Neville probably hadn’t expected anyone else to be awake at that hour.
Harry grinned in spite of his present discomfort. It was quite nice actually to be awakened from a particularly vivid dream and have to deal with an ache in his groin, rather than the usual pain on his forehead and the burn of his scar caused by his frequent nightmares. Instead of the slitted red eyes of Lord Voldemort, his dreams now were often filled with visions of a fiery redhead, and the salty-sweet taste of their first kiss in the common room after the last Quidditch match, or the leisurely afternoons they’d spent down by the lake, bodies pressed together as they snogged.
Harry was sitting in the common room reading the half-blood princes book as he often did on a Friday afternoon. He had found a spell that caught his attention in the margin of a love potion page. It was a spell for the same affect, he read the scribble
”potion takes long to make and tricky to administer, spell should have stronger affect, easy application but memory loss of time under affect”
Harry had grown very horny around all these beautiful young ladies day in day out had wanted, needed to just fuck one, maybe two. He thought this could be perfect..but as he read on the prince noted the spell as failure with the side affects being both wizard and victim having green lines around their necks that glowed when in proximity.
Dissapointed he closed the book and glanced around the room. He saw Ginny and Dean over in one corner snogging with their backs to the rest of the room and ginny was moving her arm up and down slowly while dean mapped her young womans body(mainly her boobs) with his hands. Hermione was a few desks from harry pretending to read an Acient Runes book, but really she was glaring at Harrys copy of advanced potions and hating the halflood prince. She raised her book enough to hide her face and wand hand, then harry felt he familiar pressure of intrution of someone trying to read his mind. He hated his Oclomency lessons with Snape, but he had learned some tricks. So he projected a all consuming thought back at his intruder knowing already it to be his brunette bookworm friend. With her concentration broken he reeled her into his fantasy……
………Harry and Ginny sitting by the fireplace at the burrow alone talking about how good Ron and Hermione would look as a couple dressed for bed. He was just in a lite buttoned shirt and a loose pair of pants over his trainers, she was in a lite gown that Mrs. Weasly probably only just considered acceptable. They were pondering how long her brother and Granger could hide romance before Mrs weasley would intrrveine when their hands touching reaching for the last one of mrs. Weasleys homemade cookies. They both drew back, but harry pulled up enough courage to slide back over and drape his arm on her shoulders. His eyes ran up stream from her long smooth legs, across her tight young private area, along her strong yet sexy flat stomach, pausing on her blossoming breasts, hard and aroused before sedaling on her angelic face. He stared into her hazel eyes a good minute to be sure his thoughts were welcome before he slid his other hand up and cupped her right breast as they sank to the earthen rug and shared their first kiss…
….Harry’s passionate thoughts overwellmed Hermione to the point where she was having a hard time ignoring her own hot wet body. She could feel harry’s arousal as if her own, her breasts damanded attention as did her pussy. But the strong willed Gryfandor kept her disapline…
….the kiss went on forever with their tongues dancing the tango their hands tore at each others garments, she quickly had his shirt of and was running her hands across his strong thick chest. He had his hands up inside her gown and was toying with her left nipple while lightly groping her right breast. She rolled them both over with her now on top and he removed her gown, and watched her body move as she lifed up her arms causing her breasts to rise up. He admired her well toned abs and sides accenting her beautiful humble breasts as the shadows from the fireplace danced across her skin…
…it was too much for her now! She needed to get out of site and satisfy her bodys cravings, harrys images and feelings were just too much…
….ginnny glanced down at the giant bulge ramming into her tight threw the clothe, ficsating her attention to it. Weith harrys help she got his trousers off and took a second to take in the buety off his nude male form.
His body was the perfect combination of hammered stenght, lean fitness and hansome looks. Looking at his chest and arms she knew he could protect her and her family. Looking at his legs and ass she knew they could walk anywhere together and that they could always bring him back to her. And she knew that she got a gift in life that this beautiful face would be hers to look at every morning for all her life.
She leaned forward to kiss him as they both removed her soft cotton trainers and placed a hand on each others gift for the other….
….Overcome by thew passionate imagry she gave into her bodies demands. Plunging her hand deep into her skirt ad lowers she borrowed her middle digit with her wet moist folds and tended to her garden while her other had dug within her robes to her bossum and vigourously handeld it…
….as harry kissed her kneck he glanced down her body to the prize waiting for him, a well groomed moist hot cavern between her sexy legs, a welcome mat was the only hair there, he was growing impatient!
She took a second to covet time looking down to see it again, the boilocal wand poking her thigh, how she thirst to have it deep within her channeling his affection into her, satisfying her every want and need…
…now the whole common room was mesmarized by the Prefect locked in ectacy, atisfing her self in a leather chair in the middle of the room moaning and gasping as she twitched in delight.
Ginny was the first to try and help her friend regain her modesty, but to no avail..this was going to happen and all the gryfandors were going to see….
….ginny sat up and tossed her hair giggling,she was really going to enjoy the next part she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the chosen ones chosen one as she placed her other hand affectionately on her lovers chest “time for the big show, Mr Potter” and plunged herself onto him…………..
Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
Chapter Ten Redemption
The first week of Hogwarts had been a very interesting one; the Spellbook of Desires had passed through several peoples hands. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, and Draco Malfoy had all had their time with the book, but for the last month, Malfoy had been in firm control of the book. The Weasley twins had intended to take the book back from Malfoy, but the only way to do that, was to find a way into the Slytherin common room and find the Spellbook of Desires somewhere in Malfoys belongings. Malfoy had been very cautious about using the book since the first week, knowing that the twins, Ron, and Harry Potter, were all looking for the book and he was their prime suspect after the incidents with Ginny and Hermione. The twins however, had come up with a fool proof plan to get it back; a plan which involved using Polyjuice potion to sneak into the Slytherin common room and get a little payback while stealing the book back from Malfoy. They had been brewing the potion for the better part of a month and as the final days approached, they had done some reconnaissance, using Harrys invisibility cloak and Marauders Map. They had borrowed the invisibility cloak from Hermione, who had initially taken it from Harry They had also taken the Marauders Map from Ginny after pumping her full of their cum, in order to track Malfoy. They used the invisibility cloak to wait by the Slytherin common room entrance and steal the valuable password before stealing hair from the two Slytherins they were going to be impersonating. Lets be Crabbe and Goyle We can lock them in a broom cabinet or something George said to Fred, as they waited outside the Great Hall, where Crabbe and Goyle were eating. Well wait until they make it to a secluded hall and stun them We dont want to have to carry them too far laughed Fred as they got ready to follow Crabbe and Goyle under the invisibility cloak. Five minutes later, as Fred and George hid underneath their cloak, Crabbe and Goyle walked out of the Great Hall, with a couple of armfuls of sweets each. Crabbe and Goyle made their way towards the dungeons, in the direction of their common room, but just before they made it to the door, they were ambushed by Fred and George. STUPEFY! cried Fred and George in unison, knocking both Crabbe and Goyle unconscious. Fred and George quickly stuffed their bodies into the closest closet after stealing a few hairs from each of the rather large boys heads. They stole Crabbe and Goyles Slytherin clothing before changing and slamming the door on them. They then got back under the invisibility cloak and made their way down to the Slytherin common room, deciding to maximize the time theyd have as Crabbe and Goyle. When they reached the entrance, they mixed the Polyjuice potion with Crabbe and Goyles hair in separate cups before drinking the disgusting liquid. Ughhh! moaned both boys, as they began to transform into Crabbe and Goyle. Fred turned into Crabbe, while George turned into Goyle. How do I look? guffawed Fred. Like an ugly oaf Just like me! laughed George, as the twins removed the invisibility cloak and stuffed it behind a vase. Mudblood! shouted George, saying the password out loud, before he and Fred entered the Slytherin common room, looking identical to Crabbe and Goyle. To their luck, only Malfoy and his girlfriend Pansy were in the main room; apparently, everyone else was either eating in the Great Hall or in classes. It seemed Malfoy and Pansy were on break or simply skipping class, like Fred and George had. Continue reading →
Harry awoke the next morning to Hermione apparating into the room. She hurried him up and out before Mrs. Weasley decided to come up there. Harry jumped up with a little “plop” when his dick left Ginny’s pussy. He grabbed his clothes and apparated back up stairs to Ron getting dressed. Harry threw his clothes on and packed his trunk. He made sure his cloak was in his back pocket, grabbed his trunk and Hedwig. He followed Ron down the stairs and the scene this morning was calmer. Only Ron, Ginny, Harry and Hermione were setting out for Hogwarts. A ministry car pulled up outside the house and they all piled in and were off for the train.
They arrived at the platform with a few minutes to spare. After stowing their luggage in the last compartment they came back to say their goodbyes to Mrs. Weasley. A few hugs and kisses later they were back on the train. They decided to get dressed now rather than later in their robes. Since they were used to seeing each other naked they just stripped down together.
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