Harry Potter Porn Story: Harry bloodline of lust Ch5

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Morning came fast for Harry, and after carefully removing himself from the busty blonde and his feet from the grip of his cum bloated fangirl (he had no idea how it hadn’t leaked, or rather poured, out of her yet, but he was guessing some sort of accidental magic, a sealing charm on her cervix or something) before he got dressed in a dark grey muscle shirt, and black cargo jeans.

Satisfied with his outfit for the day, Harry calmly walked down through the school towards the Great Hall, coolly ignoring the squealing girls beginning to follow him, all the while a lecherously smirk fighting to show on his face at the possibilities as he sat for a quick breakfast.

A few minutes later he finished savouring a bacon sandwich and glanced at his watch; 10:30am, meaning Hermione would already be at the empty classroom from the previous night practising the spells he taught her.

Using a quick Notice-Me-Not charm, he calmly slipped past his fangirl stalkers, which, he amusedly noticed, were lead by the now normal looking, if even more worshipping looking, Ginny.

A quick trip later and he arrived in the abandoned classroom. He casually opened the door and stepped in, shutting it behind himself once he’d passed the threshold and was greeted to a marvellous sight.

Hermione was wearing a tight black corset, similar to the one she wore the night before, with dark blue jeans that framed her ass perfectly and black, high-heeled boots that reached the middle of her shin. What attracted his attention the most though, was that she was bent over the desk writing something, gently swaying her ass from side to side and her sexy pink lace thong had trailed up to her hips. He was forced to do a bit of repositioning, the thick bulge in his pants not in a very comfortable position; the sight of her sexy arse accompanied by the lace thong already had him as hard as steel.

Hermione turned towards him just in time to see him adjust the thick bulge in his jeans and got an impish smile on her face as she teased, “Enjoying the view Harry?”

“Very. It’s a magnificent sight to see this early in the morning.” He teased back as he walked over to her.

Hermione smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, unintentionally giving him the next step to their flirting game, as she hugged him, he spoke with his mischievous and slightly lecherous grin now in place, “But this sight is just as good, in fact, It’s so good I think I need a better look.” With that he brought his face right into her amazing amount of cleavage and shook his head with it in-between her breasts, causing them to shake form side to side, almost spilling from her corset.

Bringing his head back up he caught Hermione by surprise, pressing his lips against hers before pulling back a few seconds later.

Hermione, a little red in the face, managed to surprisingly flirt back, “Did you enjoy that?”

Harry, with his grin still in place, replied “Yep, they’re amazing. Although I must admit i’m conflicted as to which action I liked more, you have very soft lips.” He leaned forward again, pleasantly surprised to find Hermione lean forward as well. The kiss was chaste at first, but in a surprise move Hermione’s tongue was the one that asked for entrance to his mouth. A fierce tongue duel followed, Harry noted in the back of his mind that Hermione was purring again. He was definitely asking her about that… juuust as soon as he explored her mouth; he’d beaten her tongue back, his experience winning out, and he was thoroughly enjoying his victory spoils.

Grabbing a good handful of her sexy arse with both hands, Harry grinned as he felt her moan into his mouth from the squeezing he was giving her cheeks. Finally coming up for air he leaned back a tad, separating there heads, his arms still on her sexy arse before giving her a wink and letting go of her to lean against the wall and cross his arms. Looking at the flustered girl, he spoke, “Classes start up for real tomorrow, it’s gonna be so lame; I could have passed this year’s exams when I was five.”

Hermione, used to his flirting games, gained control of herself rather quickly and spoke sarcastically, “Oh yes, I feel so sorry for you being able to do magic since you were basically a toddler, oh woe is you.” Leaning back as well she stretching her arms up, smirking when she saw Harry’s eyes follow her bust as it rose up and almost spilled from her corset and almost laughed at his pout when she stopped stretching. She absently noticed the still very much present bulge in his slacks, even though she knew he was probably daydreaming about bending her over and shagging her she kept talking as if it wasn’t there. “Now, I’ve done a bit of research this morning and found out that when you were nine you were taught by the headmaster himself and I was hoping you could teach me the shield spell he was famous for inventing that reflected almost any spells except for the overpowered ones or heavily dark spells. The Unforgivables as well, but nothing can block those, so it’s moot.”

Harry grinned lecherously. Hermione Didn’t like the grin on his face, he had obviously just thought of something incredibly perverted.

“That spell? It’s pretty easy to learn, just a few simple tricks to it.” Hermione smiled, Harry’s grin threatened to split his face, “But it happens to be very difficult to think with my current physical ailment; need blood for thinking smart-like, ya know?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, but his right hand’s thumb was outside of it, and was tapping as close to his groin as he could reach. A rather unsubtle reminder of what he was talking about.

Hermione’s eyes were drawn to the area and despite her best efforts she blushed. She remembered with crystal clarity what she’d done the night before and she was fascinated by the taste of his semen. She expected it to be bitter, like her books said, but it was… she couldn’t really describe it. And a part of her wanted more. A large part. Harry had already made it clear she was the one setting the pace so she knew if she said ‘No’ he would still teach her the spell (she would probably have to deal with him pouting and the occasional grind of his hips if he ever had to be pressed against her for any reason, but that was to be expected) but she saw no harm in having a repeat performance of what happened in the Room of Requirements.

“I wouldn’t be… opposed to giving you a little relief.” Hermione said with an intentionally hesitant tone.

Harry grinned, “Sounds great, how do you want to do this?”

Hermione looked around. A quick check revealed her conjured table (not her best work, but it wasn’t going anywhere for a few hours) was already full of her books and notes. A quick wave of her wand summoned a simple but fairly comfortable looking arm chair and a cushion on the floor in front of it.

Grin still in place, Harry padded over to the chair and sat himself down and looked up at Hermione all the while patting his crotch expectantly.

Hermione obliged the silent request and knelt between his legs on the cushion as he lifted his legs a bit, taking off and dropping his jeans and boxers to the ground in one quick swoop, allowing his large engorged and extremely hard cock to spring free and smack into Hermione’s forehead. Harry had to hold in the laugh that wanted to bubble free as she made this rather cute squawking sound.

Hermione, with a tentative hand, gripped the base and gave the rod in her hand a few looks over, she estimated it to be around 7½ inches, maybe a little more, it was the biggest cock she’d ever seen. She’d seen some in text books and the like; and even saw her father’s once when she’d walked in on him getting out of the shower, and his was a few inches shorter and couldn’t compare to the sheer girth of Harry’s cock. The thought of him bending her over and shagging her with this big fat cock sent a shiver of fear and anticipation through her and she could actually see herself screaming his name as he fucked her from behind. Looking up at Harry she saw he was staring straight at her rather generous amount of cleavage with his lecherous grin still in place, his cock twitched in her hand in anticipation for what she was about to give him.

Slowly, just as much for his enjoyment as it was due to her lingering hesitation, she hooked a finger in each of the breast cups of her corset and flipped them, her large bust spilling free. If possible, Hermione thought his cock hardened even further at the sight he was seeing.

Deciding to tease a bit she leaned forward, allowing her big round and perky tits brush against his cock, but, just as it looked like she was about to wrap her mouth around his cock she slipped her hand into and out of the pocket of his discarded pants, the massage oil he used on her the previous night in hand.

Hermione caught his eyes and gave him a wink before opening the bottle and pouring it over her breasts and rubbing the oil in nice and slowly, making sure to shake them around a good deal for Harry’s enjoyment. She liked this feeling, she felt sexy for the first time she could remember (not counting yesterday). Any trace of hesitancy was obliterated as she gripped a breast in each hand and pulled them apart before she leaned forward and slapped them together around his girth as hard as she could without hurting herself. She was rewarded with a throaty moan from Harry, his head lolling back.

While she meant to start slow, the oil was doing wonders in making her speed up; her breast meat sliding easily up and down his shaft.

Hermione felt quite proud as she heard the throaty moan’s Harry was letting out due to her efforts. Looking down she could see a good few inches of his cock spearing through her cleavage every time she slid them down his thick shaft. Allowing a good bit of saliva to build up on her tongue she gave the fat prick head a long wet and sloppy lick and was rewarded with Harry sitting up quickly causing her to fall backwards with a yelp. She wasn’t given a chance to ask him why he did that as he knelt down on her stomach; his hands now located on her breasts, palm flat against each of her nipples as he slid his cock back into the cleavage of her massive tits.

Looking up she felt herself actually soaking her thong as she saw the lust-crazed look in his eyes and the perverted grin on his lips as he humped her chest.

She was brought back to reality as his pulled his hips back and thrust straight back into her tits in a slow but hard jab, his big balls slapping against the underside of her breasts with a loud smack as the fat engorged head of his cock banged into the underside of her chin.

“Do you need to cum Harry?” She cheered herself on as she nailed a perfect seductive whisper.

“Y-yes.” Harry grunted, biting his lip as he tried to hold his orgasm back.

“Then cum. Give me all you can. Cover my tits and face in your cum.” She reached up and grabbed the side of each of her breasts, pushing them together sharply so he could thrust faster, which he did, at a jarring speed he started fucking her tits again.

Self restraint completely forgotten Harry managed to pull his knees together so he was standing on them, his hand was instantly stroking dick, a blur as his orgasm raged. Rope after rope of jizz flew from his cock and painted her upper body in an obscene spider web pattern. Hermione couldn’t resist opening her mouth wide; her tongue pushed out as far as it could go as she caught as much of the thick semen as she could.

Harry fell backwards; light-headed. While watching Hermione clean herself off in the best way (using her tongue, with lots of moaning) he slowly raised himself back up to sit back in the recliner. Grabbing a piece of parchment from the table, which was full of Hermione’s notes, he wrote out the directions for the Reflectaga shield and a potion to keep her breasts perky; the one he’d forgotten to give her yesterday. In his defence she probably would have just giggled airily and dropped the scroll on the way up the stairs to her dorm room; she was pretty out of it.

He finished just as Hermione came down from the high his semen had created. Handing her the scroll as she sat up her noticed he was still rather hard and starting stroking himself to take the edge off.

Hermione wordlessly took the scroll and scanned it. She noticed the directions for a potion, but no name listed. “What’s this?” She asked.

“It’s a potion that witches can take once a year that keeps their breasts from being effected by the unfortunate effects of gravity. It’s not very well known inside of Hogwarts, which is odd; because taking it as soon as you start growing them is the best way to use it.” He mused aloud, “I fully suggest putting it in that newsletter of yours.” the words barely left his lips before Hermione’s wand was pointed between his eyes.

“How do you know about that. Even if you found a copy by accident it’s charmed just like the girls dorms are; males just see a blank piece of paper.” She said grimly. She disliked the idea of Obliviating her friend, but she had signed a contract to mind wipe any males who found out about it unless they were told and swore they would tell no one.

“Whoa, Hermione, relax. You wouldn’t hex an unarmed man would you?” He glanced down at his hand; still stroking his erection, “Well, mostly unarmed…” He commented wryly.

“Harry!” She snapped, “This isn’t a joke, I may have to Obliviate you for this! Now, how do you know about the Weekly Wiccan?”

“Ah, so that’s what it’s called. Not too terribly imaginative is it?” He joked, only to see her wand tip glow white as she mentally prepared to cast the spell. “Okay, okay, I don’t kiss and tell so I won’t tell you who but I did swear on my life and magic not to willingly share the information to anybody I share a gender with.” He said hurriedly. He despised the Obliviate spell, it was a bitch and a half to remove, mostly because brewing the potion to get rid of it involved quite a bit of blood from the victim (although it only took an hour to make, thankfully) and you never actually knew when you needed the remedy, because you couldn’t remember anything, so he had no intention having it willingly cast on him.

Hermione relaxed, “I know, and it’s not even really appropriate, considering more often than not it comes out two or three times a week when something interesting happens.” She didn’t mention he was already featured in two of them. She would ask about his long term intentions at a later date. “And thanks for the potion. I know a few girls who have a phobia of having breasts that hang down to their waists.”

She got up and started collecting her supplies from her Conjured table with practised ease. She was done and halfway across the room before Harry thought to ask her what she was doing, “Where are you going?” He asked, “I thought you said you’d give me a bit of relief?”

Hermione turned, for the first time see his hard-on. “I did, just because you can recover fast doesn’t mean you can trick me into an immediate encore.” She said playfully.

Harry blinked incredulously, “I never really ‘recovered’, so much as I never went soft, I can keep going for hours. That was just a warm up.” Harry told her.

“While I doubt that very much it is impressive to be able to go twice in a row.” She said sceptically.

Harry grinned, he loved proving girls wrong in this particular fashion, “Hows about we break some of your preconceived notions about my virility.” He offered.

Hermione had reached the door. She turned around, in doing so became aware she still had her tits out as they kept swinging when she stopped moving, jiggling about on her chest for a few more seconds, “As tempting as the thought of new knowledge is, I think I like getting you wound up.” She paused to shake her chest side to side and paw at them, letting out what was probably a rather over-the-top moan before she fixed her top, “Good luck getting to class in a few minutes like that!~” She chirped as she left, mentally saving the face he’d made from her parting comment within her mind for future enjoyment. She felt great! She, Plain Jane Granger, had just given a cute boy blue balls! With further thought she felt a little bad about it, as that couldn’t have felt pleasant, but still, a very ego boosting thought.

Harry’s eye twitched, ‘I’ve created a monster…’ He thought. Grunting angrily he put his clothes back off and tried to think of something, anything, that would get his erection to go down. He’d promised himself that he would never resort to jacking himself off unless it was onto a girl and he intended to keep that promise for as long as possible.

He needed to burn off some steam. Something either destructive or sex-related. Buttoning his slacks, and ignoring the terrible pressure in his balls, he left the room he’d been in in a hurry and headed towards the RoR. If he found one of his girls on the way there, awesome, if not, he could blow something up in the Room.

Harry froze as he realized he had more classes today. The first two days of school for first years were pretty lax about attendance due to some students getting lost and they were more meet-and-greets to get to know the Professors than anything. But willingly not showing up for one was also a pretty easy way to make a very bad first impression. He wanted the teachers on his side so if he was ever discovered in a abandoned classroom or broom closet he may get off easily.

Calmly walking back into the classroom he’d just left he threw up a silencing ward, “FUUUUUUUCK!” He screamed before he dropped the ward, left the room, and walked stiffly to his meet-and-greet with Professor Mcgonagall.

.oOo.

When classes were let out later that day, Harry practically ran from the room and sped up to the 7th floor, heading straight for the Room of Requirement; only to be surprised to see a door already there.

Curious to who was in the room, her headed straight for the door, mindless of the erection that had come back with a vengeance; the trip here had felt like an eternity as his mind kept replaying the sight of Hermione covered in his cum over and over again. Shaking his head he opened the door and was pleasantly surprised by the sight that greeted him.

It looked a lot like the Gryffindor common room, except there were alot more bookcases and everything was blue with brown trim. What caught his attention though was the blue couch facing him in the middle of the room, or rather the blonde girl currently hanging off the couch with the front half of her body over the armrest, wearing her school uniform without her robes. It was Luna Lovegood in a white school shirt with the top button left undone, showing a bit of cleavage, a blue and brown Ravenclaw tie with a black tank top over her white shirt and a tiny little black pleated skirt that looked a lot like Ginny’s that rode up her sexy bum cheeks, showing off a Ravenclaw blue thong that framed her ass perfectly, topped off with black stockings that went up just past her knee’s and a pair of black heels.

Harry winced as he became even harder, his dick now in an incredibly awkward position. A quick bit of shifting with his hand and he was a bit more comfortable; still constrained feeling, but it didn’t feel like his dick was going to snap in half. He was brought out of his musings by Luna as she turned her head and greeted him, “Hello, Harry Potter, you’re looking rather blue.” She said.

Harry snorted, “Yeah, some kind of blue.” He commented wryly. Now that it was mentioned the incredibly uncomfortable pressure in his balls made itself known again. Harry cursed loudly in his head; dammit, he’d managed to ignore that feeling until now!

“Well that shouldn’t be…” She said, looking genuinely confused, “The Heliopaths said you were going to lead her to Lady Ravenclaw’s chamber and ravish her on top of a pile of books. The Nargles won’t be happy she hasn’t been properly fucked yet.”

Harry walked over and sat on the couch, “Well the Nargles will have to be patient, and the Heliopaths should probably try and focus harder on THIS particular branch of the multiverse. Because that plan had passed through my head, but I decided against it.”

Turning to her, he once again became aware of the fact that her skirt had ridden up and her soft arse was in view right next to his face and his raging hard-on strained against his jeans harder, making it a bit painful, “You know, the view you’re giving me isn’t helping much with my problem.”

Her head still looking over her shoulder, she spoke airily, “Oops? Sorry about that.” Reaching behind her she slid her hand up her skirt and surprised Harry as she slid her blue thong down her to her knees, revealing her already glistening snatch to him, “Why don’t you take care of that by… what was it the Nargles called it again?” She tilted her head cutely, “‘Fuck my tight slutty little pussy with your big cock and make me into your own little cock whore’.” She quoted with delight.

“I think the Nargles have a way with words.” Harry, quickly stripping his pants and lining up his member, the head a worrying purple colour, and gripped her well formed hips before he thrust forward.

While it felt absolutely wonderful, his cock finally gaining some much needed relief as her pussy gripped every inch of him tightly, he still gave an involuntary full body cringe as she made this… sound, due to the pain. His wand was already in his hand and he’d cast his only healing spell before he even registered his limbs had moved and his finger was slowly playing with her clit to give a burst of pleasure to chase away the lingering pain. He silently promised himself if anyone hurt Luna or made her uncomfortable in any way he was going to tear out their kidneys and beat them to death with them. As long as she never made that sound again. It was like the yelp of a kicked puppy, only about five hundred times worse.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Luna nodded after a moment and spoke airily, “Yes, the pain is gone now, feel free to fuck me as you like.”

Harry sighed in relief, before looking down at her soft creamy bum, a tiny trickle of blood flowing down her legs to her thong. Vanishing the blood with a wave of his wand he jabbed the stick in the cushion behind him and pulled his hips back slowly before thrusting fast and hard straight into the blonde girl, she lurched forward with a gasp, her covered breasts squashed against the couch arm and her mewls of pleasure filling the room as Harry started fucking her tight pussy with reckless abandon.

Harry continued to pound Luna hard against the couch for several more minutes before he reached forward with both his hands and grasped her shirt collar. Getting a good grasp, he pulled hard in one sharp tug, ripping the shirt open, the buttons making a little jingle as they landed, exposing her large C-cup breasts, bouncing very nicely, only held back by a Ravenclaw blue bra. Pulling her back so her back was flush against his chest he looked over her shoulder almost came from how sexy her juggs looked with her top torn and her tank top hanging from her torso haphazardly.

Grabbing onto her bra clad tits for balance, he started pounding into her harder than ever and let out a pleased hiss into her ear, “I’m gonna cum soon! Get ready you little slut, I’m gonna fill you’re tight little pussy with my first load of the night.”

Luna, with her large eyes nearly rolled up into the back of her head screamed in pleasure, “Yes! Snorkacks Yes! Fuck me! Fill me with you’re semen! Make me you’re whore!”

Harry had been blue balled by Hermione that morning, then been teased by her every time he saw her during the day. For instance, when nobody was watching she would cup her breasts and give them a good shake, giving him a good look at her cleavage, and even bending over with her sexy arse in his face, the thong still riding up her hips, she’d even ground her arse against his crotch a few times when she’d walked by him in an empty hall, only to grab him and push him against the wall. Taking these factors into consideration It was safe to say that Harry had built up the biggest load he’d ever had.

“Cumming!” Harry surged forward once more, his pelvis met Luna’s soft creamy bum and surprised the girl, who was now coming down from a previous orgasm of her own, as his cock unleashed wad after wad of thick cum into her tight pussy, straight up into her womb, spraying like a fire hose, filling her pussy and womb the to brim; even causing her stomach to bulge minutely.

Harry pulled his cock from her tight pussy and sat back, admiring the view. Luna’s face dropped onto the couch, but her ass was still raised high into the air. His cum was leaking out of her pussy, onto her thong that was still around her legs, just above her knees, before it finally landed on the couch, slowly forming a ever expanding puddle.

Thirty seconds passed by before the dazed Luna was brought back to reality by a hand grabbing her hips and Harry’s cock, once again hard, the head still a purple-ish colour, hitting into her cervix with one brutal thrust.

Luna cried out in pleasure, another orgasm washing over her as Harry took out several classes worth of frustration on her pussy. The Nargles had tasked her with a lot of things over the years. A lot of the earlier ones had involved Ronald, all of which she ignored, and she’d begun to think the Nargles didn’t want her to be happy. But every ounce of her faith in them, and then some, was restored with this one act. Becoming a little slut for the boy who was currently filling her womb with another load was quickly turning into one of the best experiences of her young life. Even so, Luna was rather concerned, if this was only the beginning, how was she going to be able to walk when they were done?

Luna came out of her thoughts, and her orgasmic high, just as Harry was pulling out of her pussy. Locking her legs behind him she gave him a stern look over her shoulder, “No pulling out, I want you to keep filling my pussy.” Her voice turned whimsical again, “I’ve always wanted to know what a Bloated Twili Nymph felt like after it’s mating season.”

Harry blinked, the bewilderment wearing off quickly her grinned widely. He liked this girl, he liked her a lot. This could technically be called a quickie, but he fully intended to fuck her proper when he had time.

Apparently, he was taking too long in his mental praise of the girl, because she started pushing her hips back against his. The sight of her gorgeous backside flattening against his pelvis as she speared herself onto him snapped him back to reality. “I can promise you that you and the Twili Nymph friend of yours will look very similar after i’m done with you.” He vowed with a smirk.

.oOo.

Walking down the hallway at a rather fast pace, Harry adjusted the still noticeable bulge in his jeans and sighed, because of the introductory classes, they had been kept in the class room of their Head of House till 5:30pm, and by the time he had made it to the RoR, it was already 6:30pm. He only had two and a half hours with the spacey blonde. Granted, they were two and a half hours well spent; Luna had been filled to the bloating point just a she’d asked and covered from head to toe in a generous layer of white glaze (speaking of which, she DID look even more adorable when she was covered in his cum). When he’d left the Room she was doing an oddly hypnotizing dance, slowly and sensually cleaning herself off. Well, it would have been sexier, but due to her weakened legs she tended to trip and fall a lot. The best Harry could do was request the entire floor be covered in a Cushioning charm and leave the Room to hurry back to the Gryffindor common room.

Shaking his head Harry grunted in annoyance. Despite the blonde’s best efforts he still hadn’t released enough of his pent up frustration. Finally arriving at the portrait of the Fat Lady he didn’t even bat an eye as he spoke forcefully, “Crush all that stand before us.”

Harry absently wondered when Gryffindors had become obsessed with action movies, but he tried not to think about that further as the portrait swung open and he stepped in.

A quick look around revealed two dozen or so people from various years talking or studying in groups. He found Hermione over in the back corner surrounded by books, all of which looked muggle. “Hey Hermione, what are all these?” He asked. He was a bit disappointed to discover she was back in her school uniform, complete with robe, but she seemed to want to focus on studying at the moment so it was understandable.

Hermione turned around, “Oh, there you are. We never got around to starting your Math tutoring, so I got everything ready for when you showed up.” She answered, gesturing towards the seat next to her, beckoning him to sit down. “You cut it pretty close by the way.” The smirk on her face told Harry she knew, or at least thought she knew, what he’d been doing.

“Yeah, I was caught up in something.” Harry answered innocently as he sat down on her right side.

“I’ll bet,” She said with the utmost amusement, “So where should we start?”

“I can already add, but I need a bit more practice with subtraction. So how ’bout starting with that?” He replied, coming up with the perfect plan for paying her back.

Hermione grabbed the needed book and opened it to the right page while Harry made sure he had the needed writing tools. “Now, the first rule of subtraction is that the top nu- H-Harry!” She hissed as she felt a hand crawling up her leg, slipping inside her skirt and making patterns on her inner thighs.

“Oh? The great Hermione Granger can dish it out but she can’t take it?” Harry teased.

Hermione huffed, she expected some kind of retribution for her teasing throughout the day but this was getting serious. After a bit of debate she decided she’d allow it, but she was going to ask about his intentions next time they were alone. “Like I was saying,” She stressed, steadfastly ignoring his fingers getting closer to her thong, “The higher number always g-goes on top, otherwise you would get a n-negative number.” She instructed, keeping her stutters to a minimum with the best of her abilities.

This continued on as Harry mastered subtraction completely and moved onto multiplication, acting as if nothing was happening. His hands had ever so slowly ventured into the junction between her legs, which she’d spread wide seemingly without thinking, and had played with her pussy lips and clit like one would a well tuned instrument for the last half hour. Hermione was getting more and more worked up, as every time she was a hair’s breadth away from cumming he would stop, and wait until she’d calmed down before starting up again. “F-for the b-bigger numbers you have t-to remember to add another ze… zer… Harry, please!” A very red Hermione pleaded in a whisper.

“Harry please what?” Harry asked with a devious smirk.

Hermione bit her lip, “St-stop teasing m-me and l-let me…” She trailed off in a mumble, her blush getting darker as his fingers slowly started working her up again, “Let me cum, get me off, please!” She was still whispering, but if the common room hadn’t been filled with the buzz of so many people talking Harry was sure they would have been discovered.

“You spent all day doing this to me,” He stated. Undoing his slacks and reaching inside to pull out his twitching member for her to see, he continued, “And I spent less than a half hour doing the same and you broke first. I think that means I win, and that it’s your turn.”

“Harry, what if someone sees!” She hissed quietly. She tried to turn her head to look behind her and see if anyone was looking, but Harry’s hand, the one not toying with her pussy, came up and kept her head in place.

“That’s the fun part, who’s to say everyone isn’t looking right now, watching you try to get off onto my hand.” He taunted, enjoying her wild eyed look as she tried harder to turn her head. She eventually stopped and looked at him desperately, “You know what you have to do. I’m already worked up so it won’t take long.” He punctuated his statement by pressing his thumb down on her uncovered clit, rubbing it in a circle as quick as he could in a very short burst; driving her back to being just spitting distance away from finally cumming.

Hermione whimpered. Her need for release suddenly won out over logic and reason and she leaned down quickly, grasping his erection with one hand while her tongue covered as much of his cock’s surface as quickly as possible.

Harry moaned, but made sure to keep his mouth closed so it came out as a hum of pleasure. Her hand jerked him roughly, but he was so stiff that it felt perfect. She eventually stopped licking him and started bobbing her head up and down his length as deep as she could go while she was leaned over sideways, her bushy hair springing to and fro.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, but he had to bite his lip when she tried to milk him dry with a vigour he’d never felt before. Biting his cheek and freezing his breath so he didn’t moan out loud he gently held Hermione’s head in placed as he filled her mouth. Surprisingly, she never tried to raise her head at all. In fact, she sunk even lower, his load pouring directly into her throat and down into her stomach.

Once the final spurt had happened and his climax died down Hermione suddenly raised herself and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head into his shoulder, “H-Harry-” She lost the ability to speak further as Harry’s hand sped up.

Thinking quickly Harry grabbed his wand and cast a quick ward. “Scream for me.” He whispered into her ear, repeating his earlier action with his thumb, only this time he didn’t stop and even used a small bit of magic like he did with Lavender of the Express.

And scream she did; the orgasm that had been building and building finally crashed into her like a freight train and she screamed at the top of her lungs into his shoulder, her hips jerking onto his hand wildly. Harry was actually concerned the noise would shatter the Silencing ward, but it held up, if only barely, as she road her orgasm for the next fifteen seconds, her breath eventually running out, leaving her limp and panting.

Not bothering to put his cock away, one hand still inside Hermione’s pink thong, rubbing her clit softly, causing the girl to spasm softly as she revelled in the aftershocks as she hung from his neck, Harry grabbed his wand with his free arm and cast a quick disillusionment charm on them both. He decided to leave the books where they were, as this particular table was rarely used anyway, and holstered his wand before picked her up. Now carrying her bridal style he hastily carried her up to his room and entered the wards around his bed before placing her down.

He sighed in relief as he remembered Ginny was attending a family meeting tonight, something her brother’s had set up after they’d all but forgotten she existed in her first year, and Lavender was off doing whoever she did when he wasn’t using the girl for a quick fuck. He didn’t really care very much, she was only a means to an end at this point. Soon he’d have Hermione at his beck and call, and she was much sexier than Lavender. Plus, he already had an entire fan club of disposable pussy if he was that desperate; losing one girl who couldn’t live with just one cock wasn’t a major loss. He’d probably let the other first years in his dorm fuck her to gain their trust and make them look up to him as a leader if she came crawling back. He could get them to cover for him whenever he was out past curfew, which was also a nice bonus.

He would be lying if he said his vindictive thoughts weren’t caused by her recent and rumoured ability to have sex with a good chunk of the school’s male population in the span of two days. Really, it was insulting, it was like he’d done such a bad job at satisfying her she needed to bury herself in cock to rid herself of that bad experience.

Of coarse, if was actually quite the opposite. Sex with someone that wasn’t Harry had lost it’s appeal for Lavender, she would always compare her partners performance with Harry and they would fall flat, (or limp, if she told them this aloud) and she was desperately trying to regain her promiscuous life style, not liking the idea of being seemingly forced into sex with only one person, as opposed to the many she preferred.

Shaking those irritating thoughts away Harry used his wand to Vanish her school clothes, leaving her in only her pink lace thong and matching bra. While the clothes safely landed in the hamper next to the bed Hermione finally snapped out of her trance. She jerked when she noticed where she was; in a bed that wasn’t her own, with a Harry Potter beside her, both he and herself in just their under clothes. “Harry, I’m not letting you shag me.” She scolded.

Harry just smiled as he got in under the covers beside her and pulled her into an embrace, loving the feel of his cock, which was still hard and sticking out of the slit in his boxers, against her silky smooth belly. He leaned his head forward, his tiredness making itself known as he laid his head on her pillows “I know, just thought you’d be more comfortable sleeping in a bed instead of drifting off in the Common Room. No sex.” ‘For now at least…’ He thought with a smirk. “I’d like to make a deal though, whoever wakes up first wakes the other up in the best way they can think of. I’d like to see if a magical gift of mine goes well with cunnilingus and I’m sure you and these heavenly pillows can find something to do…” He trailed off as his hands raised up and groped both her breasts, causing her to moan softly.

“…Deal.” Hermione relented. She knew he used magic to get her off hard enough to see stars a little while ago and if he was even half as successful in his experiments than she would have the best wake up of her life. She was rather surprised to find Harry asleep just seconds after she’d said this, snoring almost silently into her covered breasts. She closed her eyes and relaxed… before opening them back up a few seconds later with a grimace as an ache in her back formed. She realized what was keeping her from sleeping and grabbed his wand, momentary surprise filling her as it worked perfectly for her, and Vanished her bra before sighing in relief. Wrapping her arms around the smaller boy she let out a content hum to herself, she was extremely comfortable… she could get used to this.

.oOo.

Omake

The staff of Hogwarts were gathered around a circular table. They’d been discussing various things for an hour or so now and they were down to gossi-er, discussing who amongst the first years they imagined they would grow to enjoy teaching. IE, picking favourites.

“I think Mr. Potter has a bright future ahead of him.” Dumbledore started, beaming with pride.

“Oh? What did the spoiled brat do, accept one of your drugged lemon drops?” Severus Snape sneered.

Dumbledore shook head and told them about Harry’s intentions with the Sorting Hat, finishing off with, “And I can assure you my precious candies are not drugged. It is only calming Draught; the majority of people that come into my office are very panicked.” He explained sagely.

Ignoring this, McGonagall spoke up, “He was charming when he introduced himself to the rest of the House, and I can tell he’s quite intelligent. If I didn’t see him smirking when he drifted off in thought occasionally I would think the only thing he got from James is his looks.”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as he thought of another dark haired Potter raising hell, “I don’t think young Harry will be like his Father. I think the boy will be very well behaved. Why, I’ve only spoken to him once and I’m hard pressed to even imagine him doing something against the rules.”

.oOo.

While, Dumbledore was busy praising Harry in the staff room, the boy in question was currently sitting in Dumbledore’s chair behind his desk in the headmaster’s office. He was stark naked with the newest member of the no-so-secret harem he was building (of which he would make his wives/concubines eventually), an equally naked 7th year Slytherin, Isabella Zabini, who was the Head Girl. She bounced enthusiastically on his lap as he fucked his large cock up into her tight pussy, her cries of ecstasy making even some of the Ex-Headmaster’s paintings, who were trying and failing to pretend they weren’t looking, blush. She had long blonde hair that hung to the small of her back and dark tanned skin. Her bust, which was bouncing around wildly, matched Hermione’s in size perfectly; DD-cups that were bordering E-cups.

Wrapping his arms around her waist and grasping onto her big soft arse cheeks, Harry picked her up and started fucking her up and down as he got a good taste of her breasts. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck this slutty Head Girl!” She screamed, punctuating every sentence by dropping down and impaling herself on his length.

“You want me to fill you’re tight little pussy again? You want more of my cum?” When all she did was scream a loud “Yes!” He pushed her onto her back on Dumbledore’s desk and let loose; a torrent of cum flooding her pussy. He watched with a proud smile as the cum leaked out all over the headmaster’s desk when he eventually pulled out.

Looking up at Isabella, his grin turned into a smirk of pride; she was unconscious. The jizz leaking from both holes all over the important documents on the desk was one of the most satisfying sights he’d ever seen. That’ll teach the old fucker to keep his family’s Cloak of Invisibility from him for so long!

“Harlots! In my day we would never do something so… so shameful!” Phineas Nigellus Black grumbled to himself. “You, boy, who are you?” He demanded. “Probably a Potter. Randy bastards, the lot of you!” He added with a sneer.

Far to high on his sense of satisfaction, Harry didn’t even bat an eye at the insults, “Why, i’m Harry James Potter-Black. I also happen to be the one to continue you’re family line Phineas, as i’m the only fertile Black left.” He said smugly to the now pale Portrait.

“I see… Carry on then.” Phineas muttered, his face glowing in shame as the other Portraits laughed at their colleague being upstaged by a first year.