Harry Potter Porn Story: Harry Bloodline of lust Ch4

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Grinning like a loon, Harry quietly strode towards the library, knowing where it was thanks to some of the information he got from the Alistair. His morning had been good so far. He’d woken up to find Lavender with her big tits wrapped around his cock and had proceeded to throw up a Silencing Charm and fuck her, literally, over top of one of his sleeping year mates until she, with a body shaking orgasm, came messily onto the boy’s beddings. He’d left her asleep in his bed, dripping heavily with his cum, kept out of view by his Obscuration charmed curtains and silencing charms. Not to mention enough Security Runes to give a seventh year one hell of a surprise. He’d discarded his jacket and changed his shirt to a simple Gryffindor Crimson coloured T-shirt, feeling proud of his house after such a wonderful wake up.

“Hullo, Harry Potter.” A spacey voice spoke up behind him.

Startled out of his musings, Harry turned and saw who spoke. She was blonde, was the first thing Harry noticed, mostly because her hair was very long, maybe reaching the top of her thighs. Her bright blue eyes were wide, although that seemed to be her normal look, making her look very surprised all the time. She was wearing a Ravenclaw blue tank top that showed off her C-cup breasts nicely while ending just below her bellybutton, showing off her trim figure. A black pleated skirt that barely came to mid thigh completed the outfit nicely. It was smaller than Ginny’s by far. She wasn’t wearing anything below that, her bare legs on display. What confused Harry though were the Radish earrings, what looked like Butterbeer caps made into a necklace, and her lack of any form of footwear.

“Good Morning, what can I help you with Ms…?”

“Luna Lovegood.” She replied in what seemed like her normal tone, which was airy and not-all-there sounding.

Harry had to really try to hold back as he almost made a lame dirty joke about her name. He held himself back successfully. Verbally anyway. But the thoughts that went through his head for the next few seconds were groan worthy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Luna. But what is it you want?” Harry asked. His mind worked quickly on a plan. He needed to find a way to get this girl into bed. Her face was… there needed to be a word that combined adorable and cute onto one word just to describe it. He wanted to know more than anything right now if, once it was smeared in his jizz, it would look even more enticing.

“I was just leaving Harry Potter, I won’t keep you. The Nargles have informed me that they would like to see me ‘Ride your big meat stick like the blonde slut I am.’, and I felt you should be aware of my intentions. Goodbye Harry Potter, I expect I shall be seeing you either in later today, or in the next few days if you can’t find me once you’re done using Hogwarts resident busty bookworm as you’re personal cock-sleeve.” Stepping forward and pressing herself right against his chest, Luna leaned in slowly and softly kissed him on the lips. Her hands weren’t idle, and were busy giving his hard cock a good squeeze before breaking off and abruptly skipping away, humming to herself, as if she didn’t just tell a younger boy he would be expected to sleep with her as soon as it was convenient.

Harry was left confused, dazed, and very horny. His eyes remained on her skirt clad posterior as she skipped away, despite his higher brain functions being temporarily offline at the strange girls introduction, habits formed from years of practice were all but ingrained into his being.

Seeing a bulge in the front his black cargo jeans, clearly visible to anyone that happened to walk by (which was, thankfully, no one at this current time) he took a deep breath and got himself under control. Harry immediately started walking at a faster pace than before and was in the library in no time at all.

Looking around from the entrance he saw Hermione, barely, and it was only because he was looking for her. His first thought was, ‘Ginny must have put something in that newsletter about my Muggleborn dress code discovery.’ Which would have explained Luna’s clothes from before. The second thing through his mind wasn’t so much a thought, as it was a deluge of images and ideas about the many horrifically immoral thing he wanted to do to her body. She was dressed in a dark, Royal Blue coloured corset, two lines of intertwining thread ran the length of the front of the top, starting at just below her breasts running all the way down to the bottom. The cups that contained her breasts had two crescent shaped lines of small stones that followed the line of her bust,drawing the eye and making them appear larger than they were to the eye, which, to be honest, wasn’t even remotely needed for the bushy haired young woman and came off as a bit overkill. She appeared to be wearing something incredibly short on her bottom half in the same colour, because Harry could see her entire leg underneath the table.

Harry was amused to see her face almost completely red and her body doing it’s best to be as small as possible so no one would notice her as he walked over. She’d chosen to sit in the very back of the Library, where she was out of the way and not easily gotten to.

Hermione looked up from her book as she saw the first year that was interested in her sit down to the other side of the table. She blushed even harder at his wide eyed look. “My Mum took me shopping over the summer. She ordered me to wear this at the first available opportunity. I… haven’t told her about my lack of social circle, she just thinks that I’m shy and that these will help boost my confidence.” She rambled. She didn’t know why she was telling him this but she couldn’t stop her mouth from moving and she needed to change the subject. “Why are you wearing the Sorting Hat?” She abruptly asked.

Harry made himself comfortable in the Library chair (resorting to a Cushioning Charm eventually) before he answered. “I wanted to know why Salazar left Hogwarts. So I asked the Headmaster if I could borrow it for a few months. It’s not active at the moment, so I plan on talking to it as I finish up my school work every evening. What do you want to study first?”

Hermione seemed very interesting in learning about one of the founders as well before he mentioned school work and her eyes grew cold. She reached over into her book bag and tossed three Runes onto the table. She first placed a Silencing Rune on the table and activated it. Harry was wondering what this would accomplish, as it would only literally silence the table itself. Which would only be useful if she wanted to break it without anyone hearing the sound of wood breaking. His confusion turned to interest as she placed another stone with the Rune for Radius next to it and linked the two. She finished up by placing a circular stone on top of that, an Area Of Effect Rune etched onto it, and linked it to the Radius Rune before spinning it like a dial.

At first nothing happened. Even though Harry could sense magic doing something he didn’t know what. That was cleared up when a wave of magic passed him. Once he was inside of it he could see the translucent white bubble of magic encompassing them and growing larger until she stopped spinning the dial. The shade of white looked exactly like the ones in the Hospital wing, so Harry guessed they were now silent to anyone appearing nearby.

“We normally can’t perform magic in the Library, but I asked Madam Pince if I could do this so I can study in peace. The Silencing Charm only works one way, but this method silences everything. They can’t hear us, and we can’t hear them. Now I’m going to ask you once, why are you interested in me. I’m not going to do your homework, so if that’s what you want leave now and never speak to me again.” She said, her voice resigned but hard.

Harry held up his hands, expecting this. “Remember how I told you I’ve been learning magic since I was 5?” She nodded, “Well it’s not arrogant for me to say I’m better than everyone my age, and maybe even a year or two above me because of it.” He was being modest, actually. His education varied pretty wildly, but he was very certain he could breeze through DADA NEWTs and his OWLs for most other subjects. “I want to have someone I can speak to about magic that isn’t years below my education level. An intellectual equal I guess. Two people can figure out more things than one. Like Rune cluster on the table, I would have never though about that. And yes, I am a healthy male and you are a very attractive female, so I’m hoping to shag you at some point.” He finished.

Seeing as Harry’s tone never changes it took Hermione a second to acknowledge that last part, “I can see how academic discussion would be difficult when you’re so advanced. I had a similar problem when I went to elementary school-wait what? Why would you want to shag me? And how can you be so blasé about it?” She yelled.

“Why would I want to-Mion are you insane? You’re beautiful. And I happen to have eyes. I can be blasé about it because I don’t necessarily mean right now, it could be a week from now, a month, hell make it a solid decade, I would drop everything I was doing to shag your brains out if you asked; doing my damnedest to make sure you reach that orgasmic high early and never come down! I’ll keep going until my body refuses to move! And than invent a way to reinvigorate myself using magic and do it over and over again until every drop of magic has been used up, and I’ll still keep going until you say stop!”

It was only after he stopped that he realized he had stood up abruptly at some point, his chair tipping over backwards, and was talking fairly loudly. “Er, sorry. My Dogfather taught me to appreciate the finer things in life.” He said as he used a wandless summoning charm on the top of the chair, waiting for it to right itself again before he sat back down.

“O-oh?” Hermione squeaked. She normally would have been… well she didn’t know, but it probably would have involved yelling and calling him a liar. But the pure passion in which he spoke and the determination in his eyes was undeniable. And arousing, a small part of her admitted. She’d heard her mother talk about people making speeches for causes they believed in and she didn’t really understand how her mum could tell when someone was fully devoted to something until now. She truly believed that in ten years, if she asked him to shag her, he would do it, no matter what he was doing at the time.

“Of course. Sirius told me women are like fine art. There are all different kinds of styles, all of which can be beautiful in their own way. You, Mione, happen to be art of the highest calibre. And yes I know how cheesy it sounds, but I truly believe that. The fact that every student in this school is to stupid to see that is disgusting.” Harry hissed, turning to glare at a table of Lions on the other side of the library. “You’re smart, gorgeous, and talented. How many woman can boast that? Who cares if you stumble over your words, that’s what happens when you don’t talk to anybody on a regular basis. Social skills tend to degrade over time if not used. If anyone even tried to get to know you that problem would clear itself up quickly. But they don’t, the pansy little ponces, our House being the most guilty, lack the stones to do such a thing. Just proving how petty some people can be. Even if you never want to be anything more than friends I would still like to study together. Dammit I did it again!” He exclaimed as he noticed he was, once again, standing with his chair knocked over behind him, one hand raised in righteous fury while the other was flat against the table. Apparently he’d slapped the table at some point for emphasis.

Harry sat down again. Once he was comfortable he looked up and noticed Hermione eyes were watery. “Ah hell, I made an idiot of myself. I’ll leave now.” He sighed. Damned Sirius. Harry got his passion from him, so he felt justified in blaming him for making a girl cry.

He got up and was almost at the bubble he heard Hermione yell, “Wait! I-I mean, please, stay. Did you really mean that, the part about… well everything…?” She asked quietly.

Harry let out a sigh of relief and sat back down, “Yeah. I don’t like it when people insult or ostracise someone for being different. It’s pathetic. And yes, I am very much attracted to you and coming right out and saying it felt like the easiest method.” He answered.

“I’m not attractive.” She mumbled stubbornly.

Harry gave her a blank look. “Mione I’d like you to try a verbal exercise.”

Hermione nodded, confusion evident on her face.

“First though, I need you to sit up straight. Head high and chest puffed out.” Hermione did so and Harry’s lips raised into a small half-grin, “Farther out… liiittle bit more.”

Hermione wasn’t sure why he wanted her to do this until she remembered she wasn’t wearing her robes, she was wearing a very skimpy corset and hot pants. “Harry!” She said, scandalized and red in the face.

Harry chuckled, “That’s called flirting, and it’s something I hope to teach you. Plus, you need to lighten up, you’re very high-strung. Now repeat after me. We’ll start simple. I am attractive.”

“Why would I say that?” She asked, still miffed at what he made her unknowingly show off.

“Just trust me, okay? This’ll help with a problem you’re having.” He said.

“Alright.” She said, “I am attractive.”

“I am smart.”

Hermione continued, repeating what he asked her to; “I won’t let anyone pick on me without retaliating in kind. I have grown into my teeth and will no longer be self conscious about them. (she had to ask him how he knew about her teeth complex, which he replied he’d talked to some students about her) My hair is not bushy, it is wild and very good looking.”

This continued on for several minutes, Hermione growing more confident in herself as she went along. “Alright, last one. I want you to bend me over this table and shag me Harry.” He said.

“I want you to bend me over this table and shag m-Harry!” She yelled, albeit quieter this time, taking it as the joke it was meant as, if his playful smirk was anything to go by.

“Do you feel better.” Harry asked, still chuckling.

“Actually, yes. I do. Thank you Harry. What are your strongest and weakest subjects?” She asked suddenly.

“Battle magic. It’s known as Defence Against the Dark Arts here, but that’s what Sirius always called it, found the name cooler I guess. My weakest would have to be Arithmancy. Never went to Muggle school, so I didn’t learn math like you did.” He mused.

Hermione reached into her bag and brought out the books for the two subjects, looking very happy. “Perfect! I’m the exact opposite. I know the theory behind the spells in DADA, but I just can’t seem to cast them right without practising for a long time.”

“There’s an empty room, I think it used to be a storage room for extra books before the Library was Expanded, down the hall. We could use that for spell practice now if you’d like?” Harry asked. He knew the seduction of Hermione Granger would be a slow one, and that it would be a while before any moves could be made aside from flirting unless she made some really shocking amount of progress quickly, but he was looking forward to every second of it.

.oOo.

Two hours later Harry was sitting on one of the two conjured chairs in the room. It was a flat room, one door, and every wall was covered in book shelves. Empty, of course. Harry had a feeling Hermione would do something horrible to him if they shot spells at books instead of just the empty shelves… probably involving a spork, somehow. She had her back to him and was practising the Reductor Curse; which was one of Harry’s favourite spells, along with Foro, the piercing Charm, and the Bombarda, the Blasting curse. All of which he taught Hermione. She was actually very good at using Battle Magics, she just didn’t have the… instinctual grasp of them that Harry did and had to figure out how to channel her magic for every individual spell.

She was currently faces away from him, using the Blasting Curse on one of the shelves before using a quick Reparo to fix it, trying to break it into smaller and smaller pieces. Harry was more preoccupied by the large ass that had somehow fit into the tight dark Royal Blue hot pants she had on. He was unabashedly staring and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She had Ginny beat out by Merlin knew how many inches and it was glorious. Which made it incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of her.

Hermione was having a good time practising. She’d never enjoyed DADA spells before, mostly because they just wouldn’t work right for her and took up precious time to master that she could be using on other things. But Harry was patient and seemed to know exactly how to use his magic with the wand motions to make the spells as effective as possible. She was pretty stunted in the area, but she was also sure he wanted, on more than one occasion, to cop a feel off of her. She wasn’t even really as opposed to the idea as she thought she would be. She’d given him several opportunities, which she enjoyed even more as she saw him physically restrain himself more than once. He’d made his intentions known, in about as blunt and yet passionate manner as possible, but it was nice to know the pace was completely up to her.

Glancing back at him she noticed his staring longingly at her arse. She decided to try her hand at flirting. Dropping her wand expertly, as she’d done on accident a few times now, she reached down to pick it up, only to look over at him, giving her arse a loud slap with one of her hands, “I bet you you’d love to bend me over like this and pound my sexy arse all night long, wouldn’t you?” Hermione almost jumped at just how seductive she could sound! She saw Harry’s jaw drop at her sudden personality change (she was incredibly proud of herself when she saw he actually had a blush on his face, albeit a small one). He was silent for a beat or two before he started laughing loudly.

“Well done Hermione, well done! You got me good.” Harry cheered with a delighted look. Said look turned into a roguish grin a second later as he calmed down and returned fire, “You’re a little early to be challenging me though, I could do things to your ass with my hands and tongue that would leave you unable to walk for the rest of the night, but crawling back to me for more.” He said lowly.

Hermione shivered, dammit! She’d thought she was getting better at this. That grin though! She could almost feel her thong drenching itself. “Tonguing my ass Harry, how dirty of you.” Hermione mentally cursed, her seductive tone was gone, like it’d never existed. and she was back to her ‘asking the Professor a question’ voice. She would need to work on that…

Harry shook his head, mistakenly assuming she was actually turned off by the idea like most muggles would be, “Magical bog rolls are enchanted with Vanishing Charms. Your bowels are probably cleaner than this floor.” He pointed towards the floor, which was admittedly a little dusty.

Hermione blinked, “Oh, I didn’t know that. I just thought it was just really effective at what it did.” She was sporting an embarrassed, but mostly because this just wasn’t something people normally talked about. “I think I’ll call it a day.” She admitted.

“Alright. Do you think you could teach me Muggle maths sometime? A friend of Remus’ told me it helps immensely when trying to learn Arithmancy.” Harry asked as he hopped up, not bothering to hide the bulge in his slacks.

Hermione saw it, but didn’t comment, since she knew exactly what caused it and was rather proud of herself for it. “Sure, I can start tutoring you every night for the last half hour before curfew, if you’d like?” She replied, rubbing her sore arm. She’d never practised spell casting for that long before.

“Sounds good.” He replied.

They left the room and had been walking for a few minutes when Harry noticed she was still rubbing her hand and shoulder. He was walking on her right side so he simply held out his hand and said, “Here, give me your hand. I can help with that.”

She placed her hand in his without question, palm up. Harry fished out a bottle of what looked like oil from his pocket. Hermione asked the obvious question. “Why are you carrying around massage oil in your pocket?”

Harry looked at her like she was crazy, “You mean other people don’t?” He asked incredulously. Seeing her shaking her head slowly he shook his own in pity. “What is this world coming to…” Regardless of his lost faith in humanity as a whole Harry covered both his hands and her hand and forearm in the oil before he put his skills to work.

Hermione almost stopped walking as her hand instantly felt better. She let out an involuntary moan and he started on her forearm before squeaking and covering her mouth with her free hand.

Harry chuckled, “It’s fine, nothing to be ashamed of. I was taught by the best. I’ve seen girls that had sensitive parts, feet is a common one, orgasm from the technique I’m using. Just relax and try not to trip.” He joked.

Hermione nodded, her eyes half-lidded as he slowly progressed up her arm, and eventually switching to the other side at her request, on the way back to the common room. They were a few halls away when Harry stopped. It took Hermione a second to realize the soothing feeling had stopped. “Why’d you stop?” She asked, trying to keep the desperation she felt out of her voice. He’d almost gotten to her shoulders and that’s where it was the worst.

“I can’t do you’re shoulder while we’re walking.” He grinned, “Although I know a perfect place to get some privacy to give a full body massage if you’d like one…?” He trailed off.

Hermione felt she was getting better at being playful, or the massage had helped more than she knew, because without missing a beat she replied, “You just want to feel up my arse.”

Harry, just as quickly, answered proudly, “Damn right I do.” He paused, “But you also happen to have an ungodly amount of knots and I haven’t even reached your shoulders yet. Your probably in a lot of back pain, you’ve just gotten used to it over time. Like wisdom teeth coming in but not breaking the gums.” He didn’t know about that last one for sure, but it was the example both his Massage instructor and Sirius, after he heard said instructor use it, started using to describe small aches the body got used to over time.

Hermione thought about it for a good while, watching Harry out of the corner of her eye. She knew from the special edition of the Wiccan Weekly she would be, if she wanted to, the third girl he would sleep with in just as many days. This also meant, whether he realized it or not, his endurance for seduction was shortening, having it happen so quickly twice in a row. If she was honest with herself a part of her was starting to grow attracted to the boy, in the physical sense, she would already call him a friend. She wasn’t going to sleep with him today, or probably even this week, but she was open to the idea.

Her decision made she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pressed his smaller body to her right side. “As a matter of fact, I am interested. Lead the way.” She said grandiosely.

Harry grinned in surprise, he was expecting her to want a shoulder rub in the common room or something. Linking his left arm around her waist he pointed to the heavens dramatically, “To the Room of Requirements!” He declared.

The walk was short, but along the way some interesting things happened. The first move was made when Hermione grabbed his hand, the one still resting in her hip, and slid it down onto her bum.

The only reaction Harry gave was a raised eyebrow. Which Hermione took as a silent question, “You’ve been looking like you wanted to do that since I stood up a few hours back in the library, and It’s not like you won’t be feeling it when we get to the room. Aside from that, I’m cold, I never placed warming charms on these clothes, and you seem to be enjoying warming me up…” She finished with a pointed look at the thick bulge in his slacks.

Harry’s only response was to start rubbing her backside and chuckle at how much progress she’d made. She was a Gryffindor alright.

“So which way do we go?” She asked, turning to look at him.

Harry turned his head, replying, “Two more hallways down, one left, one right, another left and we’ll be there.”

“My eyes are up here.” She said flatly, although she had to keep the smile off her face at the pay back.

Harry nodded, his eyes never leaving their current location, “Yes, and they’re very pretty eyes.”

“You seem to be enjoying that view a little to much. Why don’t I give you a better look?” Her arm, which was draped over his shoulders, raised and suddenly yanked his head forward into her cleavage. “Better?” She asked smugly.

“Mush be’er, shans yoo.” He said with delight.

Seeing as he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest she pulled his head back by the hair (something he apparently didn’t even feel, the goofy grin on his face not deterred in the slightest in it’s quest to split his face in half) and huffed, looking away with a pout.

A few seconds later as they walked down the hall Harry decided he’d given her enough time to relax for the next volley in their game, “Not that I don’t like where my hand is at the moment, but I’d much rather have you bent over Professor McGonagall’s desk with those sexy shorts around your ankles.” He said conversely.

Having been the victim of his flirting for a few hours now, Hermione felt that she, as a quick learner, had finally got to the point where she could at least keep up with his flirting She tried, and succeeded in putting a sexy purr in her tone, adding a slightly sarcastic inflection for good measure, “Oh? And this scenario would naturally include you shagging me raw from behind I presume?”

Giving her sexy arse another squeeze he gave her a flirty grin, “Well… You have to admit it’s a very good idea isn’t it? The risk of being caught by the Professor… and even if we weren’t there there would always be the knowledge in the back of your head that the desk she uses ever day has been sullied by us…” Trailing off he felt no reason to stop heartily groping her arse, so didn’t.

She gave an even larger flirty grin back as that thought lit a fire within her she didn’t know she had, “Yes, yes it does. You never know, play your cards right and at the end of the night I may just be bent over that desk my shorts around my ankles, my big tits out for you to play with, screaming your name as you pound me from behind.” Mentally she was doing everything she could to remain calm and push forward, but her momentum was failing. She wanted to make one more move that would shock him though. The rush of pride she got when she shocked him was starting to become intoxicating. With one last burst of courage she reached down with her hand and gave his straining bulge a good squeeze while letting out a throaty moan of; “Mmm, nice and big.”

Harry actually stopped and stared, she’d done it again! He should really have stopped being surprised by her rapid jumps in progress at being so forward. “You’re getting better by the minute Mione.” He complimented.

“Thanks Harry, can we stop for now though, that’s exhausting.” Hermione said, tired from acting so far out of her comfort zone for so long.

Harry nodded, “Sure, sure. I’m proud of the progress you’ve made my student.” He said sagely and he lifted his hand back up to her hip.

“I never said move your hand.” Hermione piped in, her previous bravado mostly gone; but there was still a hint of playfulness in her voice. Harry grinned and moved his hand back into place as they continued walking, the rest of the short trip spent in silence.

.oOo.

‘I need salt-water and sand.’

‘I need a them to be set up as a relaxing beach with nothing on it but sand and relaxing sounds.’

‘I need a massage table and all the needed supplies on the beach under a pleasantly warm sun.’

A confused Hermione watched harry pace back and forth three times in a seemingly random location. Her eyes widened as she saw a door shimmer into existence after his third pass. Harry opened the door for her, and she was further confused to see nothing but white inside the door frame until she passed through the door. Once she passed through it she gasped as the white light seemingly melted to reveal a beautiful beach, every part of it oozing relaxation. Harry’s voice from behind her cut her thoughts short, “There’s a massage table over there. From what I can see there’s towels and everything already over there, so you can undress and cover yourself back up.”

She walked over mechanically, just taking in the beach. She had already unbuttoned her hot pants and was bending over to pull them down when she froze and looked over her shoulder. She immediately saw Harry grinning widely while lounging in a recliner that had seeming appeared out of nowhere, looking for all the world like a man enjoying the greatest show ever. She felt her cheeks warm up and bit at his look of anticipation, but still gave him and flat look and jabbed her fingers at a nearby cement bathroom/changing room structure. Which had also not been there until she’d needed a reason to keep him busy. Curious.

Ignoring that thought she spoke loudly so he could hear her over the trance he appeared to be in, “Go, change into a pair of trunks or something.” She said, her tone as flat as her stare.

“Aww!” Harry whined, but complied.

Hermione had probably never undressed so fast in her life. She had no idea why this act made her nervous but she was completely naked, than covered with a towel on her bum laying on her stomach in ten seconds flat.

She didn’t have to wait long, Harry appeared in baggy swimming trunks. They were black, reached his knees, and had two emerald green stripes going down the side of both legs. He nonchalantly placed his hand on her bum again, although his rubbing and kneading of her cheeks seemed to be using an actual Masseuse technique, instead of just lusty groping hands. “So Miss Granger,” He said Professionally, deciding to act the part of the impartial Masseuse for a bit, “What would you like today.”

“Mmm, Just my back for now Harry.” Hermione replied. Just a few seconds of working on her bum and it was already starting to feel less stiff.

“Excellent choice Madam.” Harry drawled. Since he was taught how on bigger bodies he naturally hoisted himself onto the table and sat gently on her bum, a bottle of oil in his hand. Hermione gasped at the cold oil making a line down her spine before his warm hands started making complex patterns, rubbing the muscles of her shoulders and back in specific ways. “Oh Gaaaawd,” She moaned as he found a particularly large knot and used his magic hands (both figuratively and literally; by using a bit of healing magic) to knead it away.

She was putty in his hands for the next half hour as he methodically worked his way through every knot and ache on her back. “What next, Miss Granger?” His voice suddenly cut through the relaxed haze that the calm waves were creating.

“Front.” She said, her voice calmer and more laid back than she’d ever remembered it being.

“Towel?” Harry asked politely.

“S’fine.” Hermione mumbled, turning herself over and revealing herself to him. He repositioned himself so he was kneeling, putting most of his weight on his calves with his legs on either side of her hip, so he wasn’t sitting, as opposed to hovering, on her crotch.

While Harry methodically moved onto her abdomen and sides, using a new dose of cold oil that made her moan louder than normal again before settling back into a purr. He didn’t ask about that, but he was definitely going to when they were done. It was kinda sexy actually. Positioning her arms in different positions to get the muscles in the right place he kept working on autopilot as he eyed her breasts. DD-cup’s, at least, her areola were medium sized, her nipples a little above what he’d come to know as average for a bust of her size, both were a dusky pink, the later distended in arousal.

It was almost fifteen minutes later when she talked for the first time, in a quiet, almost pleading voice, “Higher.” Harry didn’t miss a beat and she hissed through gritted teeth as the cold oil was dribbled onto her nipples, only to hold back her squirms and mewls as he rubbed the oil in.

Since seduction was kind of the whole point of this Harry steadily started using his more erotic techniques, perverting the healing magic in his hands to stimulate pleasure. She got more and more tense, her breathing speeding up. Eventually she went stiff and moaned loudly, erotically, holding nothing back.

Hermione collapsed, boneless. It wasn’t the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt, although it was high up there, but the build up had been a long time coming and it created an untold amounts of relief when she finally attained released. Speaking of relief… she cracked an eye open lazily. She could clearly see the erection straining against Harry’s trucks, the poor thing had probably been hard since they left the Library. Or at the very least the room they were practising spells in. She would need to return the favour. She’d been puzzling out how the room worked since he started and she had a theory. Testing this out, she was met with success as his trunks vanished.

“Uh…” Harry said dumbly. This… wasn’t part of the plan. He was about to ask for a new pair of trunks from the room when his breath caught as she grabbed onto his shaft in a firm grip and pulled him forward. She didn’t even open her eyes as she dragged him forward until he was straddling her abdomen, just below her breasts, simply letting go of him when he’d been forced to waddle up her torso and enveloped his length in her breasts without hesitation.

Hermione had her breasts pressed together tightly, and the oil was only adding to the pleasure, but she was going tortuously slow. He tried to thrust his hips, but her hands left her breasts and gripped his hips every time he attempted to. What followed was the longest five minutes of Harry’s life as she slowly built up speed, Harry’s orgasm crawling ever closer.

Finally, Harry tensed, so close he could almost taste the pleasure. And then Hermione stopped. He tried to grasp her breasts and finish himself off, but she spoke for the first time since she’d turned over, and with a simple, “Stop.” with all her bossiness she could muster put behind it. His lower body froze, his upper body lurching forward. A whine actually escaped his throat. One more thrust, was that so much to ask for?

“Stand up. I want to know what it tastes like.” She said, her tone reminiscent of the blond girl he’d met a few hours prior.

Harry jerkily did what he was told. Standing on the massage table he thanked the room for making it very sturdy and stable.

Hermione lazily raised herself into a sitting position before grasping his bobbing member with both hands, her left at the base and the right hand’s fingers ghosting over the head before she slid it into her mouth. Harry gasped as her left hand suddenly started pumping up and down his length at a blurring pace, the fingers of her right making sure the head stayed inside her mouth.

It was barely fifteen seconds before he came. It was powerful, he actually saw stars for a second as his long awaited orgasm was finally achieved. His head fell back as he groaned throatily.

Hermione was pretty far gone, but she was still about as shocked as she could get when her mouth was suddenly filled to the leaking point from one large surge of cum. She instinctively swallowed everything, with a bit of difficulty, the rest of Harry’s load was much the same as they’d always been, seven large spurts of thick cum. Only a few drops leaked from her lips, not even being enough to make a trail to her chin.

Harry’s knees gave out when he’d fully emptied himself and he fell off the table with a yelp.

Hermione peered over the edge of the table down at him, licking the drops dribbling from her lips, “You okay Harry?” She asked airily.

“Yeah, fine. Sand is a lot better than stone flooring to fall on.” He answered. While he was getting up Hermione swung her legs off the massage table and stood up, her discarded clothes suddenly appearing on her thanks to a stray thought. Harry’s clothes did the same, and he barely had a second to wonder why until Hermione crashed into him, her legs unsteady. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, her head resting on his shoulder. “Lets go back to the common room. I think I would like to take a nap now.” She said.

“Sure, take it easy for a few hours and you’ll wake up feeling like you can take on the world.” Harry told her as they left the RoR, the door closing and seemingly evaporating behind him.

The walk back to the common room was a slow one, Harry was in no hurry and Hermione was still having trouble walking on steady legs.

“All Out Of Mercy.” Harry spoke clearly to the scandalized looking Fat Lady. She was about to comment about an older girl all but hanging off a younger boy but a stare from Harry made her jaw click shut. Once inside Harry noticed that the only students still inside this early in the afternoon were the seventh years and fifth years. Apparently even the Gryffindor’s wanted to be prepared for the tests. None of them spared the two a glance, either engrossed on conversation, or their schoolbooks. A gentle nudge from Harry woke Hermione up from her almsot-nap and she staggered up the girl’s stairs after placing a goodbye kiss on Harry’s cheek. Harry wouldn’t stand for something like that though, and he grasped her head by the back of her neck gently and planted a steamy kiss on her lips. The strength of which effecting her, even in her barely conscious state, as she moaned quietly in approval.

Once she was out of sight Harry spun around 180 degrees in a single quick half-spin and walked stiffly to the male dormitories. He’d been steadily getting riled up for almost three solid hours from the girl he’d just sent off and a single load barely took the edge off. He needed either Lavender or his fangirl/pet project/slut, preferably in his bed, right now, to burn off some steam with.

As soon as he thought this Alistair enlarged enough so it slipped down his head and covered his eyes. He was about to say something when he was suddenly looking at his bed, as if he was standing right in front of it. Lavender and Ginny actually WERE on his bed. They were both talking, waiting for him to come back.

‘Thanks Alistair. So you can see anywhere in Hogwarts?’ Harry asked.

Most places. The Founders’ chambers are part of a separate ward network that I’m not hooked into. And the Headmaster can select a room of his choosing for lodgings that are then blocked. There are a few other odds and ends, but I can see mostly everything, and grant you the ability to whenever you need it. He answered.

‘That… is incredibly useful.’ Harry said slowly, the possibilities sinking in. He pulled Alistair up and set him on his head again, the hat returning to it’s smaller size to stay on top of his head as he did so before he made his way up the stairs and into his dorm. It was empty, but he knew there were two eager girls behind the curtain on his bed waiting for him.

Seeing as they’d be back within an hour or two Harry placed a Sleeping charm on each of his room mates pillows, a compulsion charm on the doorway to head right to bead once it was passed, and then started stripping down to his boxers. He walked over, tossing his discarded clothes in the hamper as he went, and grabbed the curtains around his bed post and pulled them back. Both girl looked up at him and broke into wide lusty smiles seeing him mostly nude, his cock very much erect and in clear view, the slit in his boxer being put to good use. Lavender let out a surprised yelp as Harry pounced on her while Ginny looked on in surprise at his eagerness.

Harry grabbed Lavender by the hair, his brain absently taking in her appearance; a tiny pink lace thong and matching bra was all she deemed important enough to wear, before he roughly pulling her head towards his, their lips mashing together with bruising force. A good snog later he grabbed her shoulders and lowered her mouth down onto his dick, pushing the back of her head further and further down his length, forcing it down the busty blonde’s throat.

His hands tangled in Lavender’s hair he looked up and stared straight into Ginny’s wide eye, “I’m in need of a hell a lot of release, so get ready because I’m going to pound your slut pussy until you can’t take anymore!” As if to proved his point he let out a throaty grunt and released one of his first pent up loads of the afternoon, from the continuously blue balling created from not being able to fuck Hermione, into lavender’s throat.

Lavender let out a gurgled “Eek!” When he grasped her shoulders and flipped her over. She had just a second for her eyes to shoot open as she instantly had a very horny Harry Potter laying on top of her before she screamed in bliss as he thrust unto her pussy in a single brutal shot. Her world dissolved into an orgasm induced haze, barely noticing as he flipped her onto her back and straddled her thighs before thrusting into her clenched pussy again, enjoying the new position that allowed him to see her ass at it’s largest, her cheeks rippling wildly as his pelvis hammered into them.

Ginny was caught between horrified arousal at his brutality, jealousy it wasn’t her getting such treatment, and zen-like contentment knowing her newest desires, created not even a full day ago by the boy in front of her, would be sated and more, knowing that she would be in that same, and many other positions, by the time the night had ended.

.oOo.

(4 hours 35 minutes later)

Harry finally let out a huff of air, the uncomfortable pressure in his balls now emptied. Lavender had passed out early. He didn’t question why, but she didn’t seem to be fully rested. So Ginny had spent almost a full four hours riding his dick, never being off of it for anything more than a few seconds as they changed positions. His visit to Madam Pomfrey came to mind as he looked at Ginny; filling a girls belly to the bloating point indeed…

His personal red headed slut was so cum filled she looked pregnant. She was completely unconscious, curled around her stomach in the fetal position. For obvious reasons she was relatively cum free, as most of it was inside of her. The creepy smile on her face as she rubbed her belly and murmured to herself was some high level fan-girl crazy-shit, so he left her at the foot of his bed.

Lavender, in a mirror of Ginny, was completely cum free inside, but that was only because every drop had been poured onto her instead of inside. She was half laying on the bed, her thighs and below hanging off the bed, barely covered by the curtain.

A quick Tempus later and Harry discovered they’d missed dinner. In fact, it was only fifteen minutes before curfew. Seeing as he didn’t have anything that could be done in that short amount of time left to do today, he prepared for bed. Looking at his two bed mates he suddenly realized boobs were soft. Not a new development, but he’d never though to use them for this purpose. Regretfully Vanishing the cum off of Lavender (he had no idea where he vanished it to but he didn’t particularly care at this moment) he picked her up and set her below the covers before cuddling up next to her and setting his head on her breast.

To no surprise, breasts made great pillows. Harry drifted to sleep easily, ideas of future encounters with Hermione and his upcoming one with Luna filling his mind.