Harry Potter Porn Story: New
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.
Ginny dived into her trunk and rummaged through her clothes. It was a real mess, very few of her garments were even folded. Her roommates had commented that she was quite messy, but that wasn’t totally true. Ginny was messy for a girl; but for a person who grew up in a house with seven men, her six brothers and her father, she was really quite neat. Her mother kept a decent house to say so many boys lived in it and had made a decent impression on Ginny.
There it was, a large blue glass jar stuck between a bra and a pair of socks. *Lady Malkins Moisturiser* the yellowed label read. Ginny smiled and pulled it from the trunk.
The thick grey liquid within smelled strongly of lime. Ginny read the instructions, you had to be careful with magical remedies, even when you’d grown up in a house full of them.
*Rub into area and leave until tickling sensation fades away, then wash off and wait an hour and repeat treatment in necessary.*
Simple. Ginny thought. She scooped up a generous portion onto her fingers and rubbed it into her hands, at once her skin started to tingle and felt better. Ginny sat back on her bed leaning her back against the wall. Ginny pulled up her shirt and looked down at her breasts. They had really blossomed over the summer, her mother had taken to magically enlarge her bra’s because otherwise it would have meant buying a new one every week. Ginny had entered her fourth year a nice C-cup and had slowed down, but was still growing.
But the rapid growth had come at a price. Ginny often woke up feeling sore, her back hurt slightly, still unused to the new weight and her breasts were tender and hurt to be touched.
Ginny rubbed her fingers and liked how her hands felt better. The tingling feeling was proving to actually feel quite nice. She smiled slyly and double-checked that the room was empty.
Ginny pulled up her robes and top. She wasn’t wearing her bra, having taken it off as soon as her lessons were over for the day. The material rubbed at her tits and made them hurt after more than a couple of hours.
Ginny got more than a generous portion of the moisturiser and tentatively rubbed it onto her breasts. A tingling feeling spread across her chest and she sighed happily. It was like having them massaged, no pain, nothing but relief and pleasure. Ginny felt her nipples grow hard from the magical attention and between her legs, her pussy began to awaken.
But she didn’t get a chance to take advantage of the situation. The door creaked loudly as it opened and Ginny madly pulled her clothes down into place. Hermione, walked into the dorm room, her prefect badge shining brightly against her black robes. It reminded Ginny of Percy and how he spent all of his time polishing his prefect badge. As a prefect Hermione was allowed to perform random checks in the dorm rooms for anything that was on Filches banned list. Ron couldn’t care less as he thought filches list was a joke. ‘He only has all those items because he can’t put down Fun of any kind.’ In fact Ron only performed these checks when the item bothered him personally. Like the time someone stuck dung bombs (on filches banned list) into his bag underneath a quite heavy book so that when Ron put the bag down the bombs shattered and now Ron’s bag, and the charms classroom, smelled like year old rotten eggs. There had been quite a crackdown that week.
Hermione smiled at Ginny as she walked in. “Hi.” She said politely as she bent down to glance under the beds, you’d be surprised how little imagination some people showed when hiding things. “I knew it.” Hermione muttered and slid her hands under one of the beds and pulled out a pink yoyo. Hermione tested it and as the toy descended its string it let out a high-pitched banshee-like scream. Screaming yoyo’s had been banned because kids were unrolling them in front of their sleeping friends ears, causing temporary deafness in one side. “Who sleeps here?” Hermione asked Ginny as she brushed some dust from her robes. Ginny shrugged her shoulders. “Sarah, someone. I don’t talk to her much. Never caught her last name.”
Hermione nodded and tucked the yoyo into a pocket in her robes. “I’ll get her.” She muttered. Dropping her serious expression Hermione smiled and came and sat next to Ginny on her bed. Prefect work was over, normal Hermione had returned. Or as normal as Hermione ever got. “What are you doing?” She asked in a friendly tone. Ginny held up the tub of moisturiser. “Treating my hands, dragon hide gloves bother them.”
Hermione took the jar and read the label. “Wash it off.” She said in a concerned voice, not taking her eyes from the jar. “HUH.” Ginny stated confused. Hermione read the label out loud. ” ‘Lady Malkins Moisturiser. Rub into area and leave until tickling sensation fades away, then wash off and wait an hour and repeat treatment in necessary. Do not apply this potion if its Use by date is past. If accidentally used beyond expiration date, wash off as soon as possible as paralysing numbness to area will occur.’ ” Hermione pointed out the writing on the label which Ginny had mistaken for a scribble, it was in fact, the small print. ” Ginny, the expiration date is two months ago.”