A head of light brown hair was bobbing down below as Harry sat on his comfortable seat in class. He had his legs apart and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the wonderful sensation. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he winced.
"Careful, girl!" Bellatrix chastised the girl who was sucking on his sack. "Did she accidentally bite you?" Bella asked him. Harry nodded, and she sighed. "To the end of the line," she pointed. The girl let go of his sack and stood up, her bare chest slightly wet from dribbling on herself. She looked embarrassed at her folly and didn't say anything. She just did what the professor said. "Next!" Bella called out.
Harry watched as Daphne stepped up. She was wearing a matching set of bra and panties that reflected light. They were a darker shade of emerald green and were trimmed with expensive-looking lace. "Acromantula silk?" Harry asked as she stepped up to him. Daphne blushed madly and nodded. Harry smiled at the beautiful girl. "They look good on you," he complimented her. Daphne smiled slightly as she tried not to look pleased. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't help it. Her cheeks flushed even harder, and she suddenly looked shy and embarrassed. So much for her Slytherin doctrine, she thought to herself. Her hands trembled as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The front became slack as the straps fell forward down her biceps. She meekly pulled her bra off and stood there in front of him, completely topless. Harry's eyes feasted on her naked beauty.
Daphne Greengrass was definitely one of the prettiest girls in school, Harry thought. Her facial features were near perfect. Every lovely feature was perfectly symmetrical. Her big doe-eyes were a stormy gray, and she had long, dark lashes that curled upward, making her eyes look very feminine. Her eyebrows were perfectly manicured. Being so close to her, even he couldn't see a hair out of place. Her nose was small and cute, and her soft, pink lips had the perfect amount of plumpness. Her cheekbones and jawline were well-defined, but still decidedly female. Her long, raven black hair which was darker than his own was pulled back and tied into a messy bun to keep it from getting in her way. It exposed her ears, and he wasn't surprised to find that they too were small and cute. Her skin was the same shade as every other pureblood princess that Harry had come across. It was the same shade of porcelain that graced Bella's skin. Now that he thought about it, both Daphne and Bella looked quite similar, and yet, nothing alike. It was just one of those weird things about the British magical community, he thought. Harry's eyes lowered down to her breasts. They certainly weren't what you would call large, but they were no smaller than most of the other girls. In his opinion, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Though from the way that she was slightly squirming as though she wanted to cover up her breasts, he thought that maybe she wasn't feeling particularly confident in that department. Sharing a class with Susan would give any girl self-esteem issues.
Harry reached out and pulled her in by her hips. He could feel the slippery material of her panties underneath his fingertips. Daphne stumbled slightly as she was gently jerked forward. Since he was sitting and she was standing, Daphne was nearly a head taller. Harry pulled her down and kissed her deeply. This kiss was short, but it left Daphne breathless. Bella was adamant that he be a great kisser, and she made sure of it through hours of practice. Unknown to them, a certain goddess's blessing was also helping him out. As his lips left hers, he could feel Daphne's entire body trembling. He then leaned in and kissed each of her small nipples. As soon as he did, they crinkled and became rock-hard before his very eyes. Harry could smell the arousal that her pussy was producing. Unfortunately, fucking wasn't on the docket for today's class. As such, Bella cleared her throat.
"If you two are done …" she began, and many of the girls in class giggled. Daphne had never blushed so hard in her entire life. "Miss Greengrass, please get to work. The other girls are waiting."
"Sorry, Professor," Daphne apologized.
Harry watched as she sank down to her knees and grabbed his fully-erect cock. She lifted it up, her small hand pumping it while she placed her lips on his bloated, cum-filled sack. He felt her warm breath shudder as she began placing kisses all over it.
"That's good," Bella told her, stepping up to get a better look. Bellatrix was good friends with Daphne's mother, Alanah, and she had promised that she would whip her daughter into shape. After all, why have friends if you can't use them to your advantage, Bella wickedly thought as her Slytherin side came out. Of course, Alanah would have to return her favor in kind. She would make sure that Harry gave the young girl more than her fair share of private tutorings. Harry owed her more than a few favors, but judging from Daphne's looks, Bella didn't think that Harry would mind too much. "Don't forget to use your tongue. Boys love having their balls licked," Bella instructed.
Daphne silently nodded and stopped sucking on his sack. She then switched to licking his balls like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Daphne had a spike of excitement when Harry let out a deep moan. Wanting to do a good job, she licked even lower until her tongue was nearly on his asshole. "That's good for now. Next!" she heard Professor Lestrange say. Daphne was bummed that her time had suddenly ended so soon. She was really starting to get into it. Giving him one last lick, Daphne stood up and stood in front of him much more confidently than she had a few moments ago. For some strange reason, she didn't mind that he was unabashedly checking out her naked tits. She gave him one last look before grabbing her bra and heading to the back of the line. She didn't bother putting it back on.
After a few more girls clumsily lavished their affections on his sack, Hermione Granger stepped up. Harry immediately gave her his utmost attention. Like Daphne, she seemed to be very embarrassed about performing the task at hand. Her arms were crossed over her belly, and he could see her body trembling nervously. Her panties were just your basic white, cotton ones that hugged her form nicely. Her bra, while also white in color, was an egg-white and was more frilly than her basic panties. They definitely weren't a set. Hermione stood there staring at him shyly until Bella called out. "Bra off." She was a no-nonsense kind of woman.
Hermione reached back and removed her bra. Harry's eyes devoured the sight of her naked tits. Similar to Daphne's in size, Hermione's seemed a bit rounder. Also, her areolas were a tad bigger, and the tips of her nipples stuck out a little bit more. They were already hard enough to cut glass. As she stepped up, Harry reached out and let his fingers glide over her hard nipple. Hermione gasped wildly, looking at him with wide eyes. Her cheeks burned red, and she turned her head to hide her reaction. "On your knees," Bella called out. This snapped Hermione out of her embarrassment. There was no way she would ever willfully do poorly in any class. She immediately dropped down to her knees.
Looking down at her, he watched as ducked her head and began gently sucking on his balls. Harry's long, fat cock was resting on her face. Eventually, she grabbed it and held it away from her. Her hand seemed so small when it was wrapped around his massive girth. Hermione's thick, bushy hair fell forward, covering her face. Harry used his hand to sweep it back where he gathered it into a ponytail. Holding her hair, he pressed her face harder against his sack. "Suck one of his balls into your mouth," Bella ordered her. "And don't forget to stroke his shaft."
Hermione did as instructed. As one of his testicles popped into her mouth, Hermione's hand began moving back and forth as she jerked his cock. Suddenly, Harry moaned and thick ropes of cum began erupting from the tip. With every stroke of his cock, another thick load spurted out and landed on the floor ten feet away. Hermione didn't seem to know that he was cumming until Bella congratulated her. "That's a fine job for a beginner. You actually made him cum!" Bella said happily. Hermione blushed beet red.
"I-I did?" she asked, confused. The girls behind her giggled madly.
"Yes, indeed. Extra marks for you today," Bella nodded her head. Hermione flushed red, clearly pleased. "Now lick the extra cum from the tip of his cock."
In less than a second, Hermione had licked the sensitive head of his cock until it was shiny and clean. Once done, she grabbed her bra and scooted away.
The rest of the class continued in the same fashion. Both Susan and Hannah were the most confident in the class. The rest of the girls suspected it was because they had access to him when the others didn't. They all glared at the two Hufflepuffs. Susan and Hannah just smiled smugly at each other.
"Alright, girls!" Bella called out, and the class quieted down. "Remember what each of you needs to work on. We'll try again within the next few classes. Dismissed," Bella said. As soon as she said it, the sounds of chairs scraping against the stone floors filled the class. The girls stood up and put their bras back on. Some dressed while others just put their robes on to cover their underwear. Harry didn't notice Daphne talking with Bella. When all the girls had left, Harry went over to talk to her just as he normally did.
"Class went well," Harry said, sitting on her desk. Bella smirked as she sat in her office chair. She kicked her high heel-covered feet up onto her desk and crossed her ankles. Harry knew what she wanted. He grabbed one of her feet and removed her shoe. He dug the pad of his thumb into the soft, smooth sole of her small foot. Bella sighed in contentment as she relaxed in her chair.
"Not as bad as I feared. The girls have a bit more talent than normal. Their mothers must be teaching them," she said as Harry continued to massage her foot. "Have you chosen an assistant yet?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "Why not?" she asked. Harry shrugged.
"Susan and Hannah refused for various reasons. Beyond that, I haven't really had a need for one just yet," he honestly told her.
"Until now," Bella added, forcing her other foot into his hands. "Miss Greengrass asked about your assistant so that she could schedule some personal lessons with you. I told her that your assistant would contact her within the next few days … so I suggest that you choose one," Bella moaned as he worked her sore muscles.
As he absentmindedly played with her feet, Harry went through his options. There weren't many. His first choice was Hermione, but he really didn't think that she would accept. Even so, he decided to ask anyway. "Can you send Hermione Granger of Gryffindor a message and ask her to meet me in my private room when classes are done?"
"Granger, huh?" Bella asked. "She's a very studious girl. Smart as a whip," she added.
"She probably won't do it, but I'll ask anyway."
Bella just chuckled at him. Still, she agreed to send the girl his message.
Red Light District
Classes were over and Hermione Granger was walking down the seventh-floor corridor in search of the room indicated in Professor Lestrange's message. She wondered what Harry Potter wanted to see her about. Finally finding the correct room, she nervously knocked on the door. Harry opened the door and smiled at her. Hermione's heart began beating faster.
"Thanks for coming, Hermione," Harry said as he opened the door further and moved aside. Hermione entered the room and looked around. It appeared to be a bedroom. Of course, she normally would have found that strange, but the professor had told the girls about Harry's private room.
"You're welcome, Harry," she responded as the door closed behind her. "Did you need me for something?" she asked shyly. She wondered if maybe he wanted to practice some stuff with her, or possibly he needed help with his other classes.
"You know that I'm supposed to get an assistant to help me with my duties, right?" he asked her. Hermione nodded. Professor Lestrange had informed them that they were supposed to contact his assistant if they needed or wanted something from him.
"Well … I was hoping that you would agree to be my assistant," Harry said. Hermione was flabbergasted.
"M-Me? You want me?" she asked in shock. There were so many other pretty girls in school. Why would he want her, she asked herself.
"Bella agreed with my decision and thinks that you're quite brilliant," he told her. Hermione flushed red with embarrassment, though she was secretly pleased that her professor thought so highly of her. "And if you agree, there are some very nice perks that come with the position."
"YES!" Hermione squealed before blushing fiercely. She cleared her throat and pretended that the little outburst had never happened. "I mean … yes, Harry, I would be delighted to be your assistant," she stated, primly and properly. On the inside, however, her mind was racing as she thought of different ways that she could streamline the position.
"Really?" Harry asked, sounding surprised. Hermione nodded, her cheeks very pink. "That's brilliant!" he declared and hugged her. Hermione stood there frozen for a second before she hugged him back.
"Here's the contract if you want to sign," Harry said, leading her to his desk. She sat down on his chair and read it over. "The perks that go with the position are listed here," Harry said, pointing to the list. "You get the office next door to use as your own. You get access to the Prefects bathroom. You can go to Hogsmeade every weekend. You can take a date or a friend or just go by yourself. You get full access to the restricted section of the library. You have no curfew …" Harry continued reading off her perks.
Hermione's head was spinning. She got all of that plus the prestige of being his assistant? The library pass alone was worth a hundred times its weight in gold to her. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the last thing he said. She looked up at him. "What was that again?" she asked him to repeat what he had said. He looked at her with amusement which only furthered her embarrassment.
"I said another perk is that I'll be available to give you all the private tutoring that you can handle," she heard him say in a teasing voice. She didn't notice him creeping up until she understood what he implied. Hermione's face burned red. Suddenly, his hands were on her waist, and she was pulled close. Hermione gasped and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"I know that you have to go back to your dorm and get ready for dinner and whatnot," Harry said. "But as is tradition, you'll be spending the night here in this room … with me," he said salaciously. By then, one of his hands was on her hips while the other was cupping her ass. Hermione was breathing heavily.
"O-Okay, Harry," she said shakily. Harry smiled at her and squeezed her ass.
"Be here by eight," she was told. Hermione nodded emphatically. As if to prove a point, Harry pulled her against his body and kissed her deeply. Hermione couldn't help but moan into his mouth as his hands pawed at her ass. When he broke the kiss, her cheeks were red, and her lips were puffy and swollen. She stumbled slightly from being so lightheaded. When she left, he watched her scamper down the corridor. Harry chuckled merrily. There was no tradition, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
About an hour later, he was sitting next to Susan as the three Hufflepuff friends ate dinner. Harry noticed that Hermione kept stealing glances at him. "Why do you keep looking at the Gryffindor table?" Susan asked.
"Oh, I chose Hermione Granger as my assistant," he said.
"She's a good choice," Hannah said from the other side of Susan. "She's really smart."
"Just make sure that she doesn't hog all of your free time," Susan teased as she spooned some banana pudding into her mouth. Harry smirked and reached under the table. He placed his hand on her inner thigh and slid it all the way up. He was unsurprised to find that she wasn't wearing panties. He gave her clit a soft pinch which made her jump and squeak. The other Hufflepuffs that were near turned and looked at her. Susan blushed red and went back to eating. Everyone else followed her and went back to finishing up their meals. Harry continued to tease her hard, throbbing clit throughout the rest of dinner.
Red Light District
A few minutes before eight, Harry heard a soft knock at the door. He opened it up to find Hermione standing there nervously and holding her bag. He led her in and closed the door. Taking the bag from her, he placed it on the desk and walked her to the bed. They sat down beside one another. Harry placed his hand on her thigh, and he could feel her body trembling. "There's no need to be nervous, Hermione. After tonight, we'll be well acquainted with each other," he teased her while moving the hair away from her shoulder. He leaned in and kissed her neck, causing her to gasp and squirm. "By the way, what's in the bag?"
"Umm … my dressing gown," she answered as he caressed the incredibly soft skin of her inner thigh. Harry smiled against her neck.
"Don't be silly. There won't be any need for clothes tonight, Hermione," he said as maneuvered her body further onto the bed. He gently pushed her back so that she was lying flat on her back. He could see her chest rapidly rising and falling as he slowly began unbuttoning her white uniform shirt. Once the last button was undone, he flipped both sides open, exposing her bra and smooth, toned belly. Harry let his fingers drift over her warm skin. "How come you signed up for the class? I figured that you were very shy," Harry asked as he leaned down and kissed her belly button. Hermione's belly shuddered when his lips touched her skin.
"Professor Lestrange came to my house this summer and explained the whole sex part of our magical community to her. Mum and I decided that it would be best if I take the class so that I'll be ready," she explained. "But also because Mum and Dad are going through a messy divorce. Once I graduate, I probably won't be able to rely on my parents for money."
Harry tickled her belly button with his tongue while his hand groped her bare thighs. What she said kind of confused him. Harry remembered her parents having a pretty good marriage, not to mention they were both well-paid dentists.
"I thought I heard someone mention that your parents were dentists," Harry said as his lips moved past her belly button. He was now kissing the skin right above her panty line. Hermione shook her head.
"My dad is a construction foreman. Mum is a librarian," she told him. It shouldn't have been shocking that she wasn't the exact Hermione from his past. Harry put it from his mind for the time being.
Hermione closed her eyes as Harry hiked her knee-length skirt up and started laying kisses up and down her thighs. She was tingling between her legs, but she stopped herself from begging him to touch her there. However, thankfully, she didn't need to wait long. Harry worked her skirt off of her body, leaving her panties exposed to his eyes. Hermione rubbed her thighs together as he sat her up and removed her shirt. It was tossed aside before he reached behind her and unclipped her bra. That too was quickly tossed aside. Hermione laid back wearing only her white panties, black knee socks, and shoes. Her shoes were the next to go. They made a loud CLUNK as he tossed them onto the ground. Harry took her by the hands and pulled her to her knees.
"Remember that I'm supposed to be teaching you," Harry said. "So practice getting me undressed."
Hermione blushed madly as she lifted his t-shirt off of his torso. She didn't know what had come over her, but right after, she began kissing his abs. Harry was stroking her hair as she kissed even lower. She pushed down his lounge pants and found that he wasn't wearing boxers underneath. His cock sprang out, and Hermione eagerly wrapped her small hand around it. As soon as she saw his cock, she wanted it in her mouth. Quickly helping him off with his pants, she pushed him onto the bed and crawled between his parted legs. Grabbing him by the base, she started licking the head of his cock like a particularly tasty lollipop. Harry couldn't help but moan as her wet tongue tickled the underside of his sensitive head. "Panties off," Harry groaned out before she could get too into it. Hermione complied, though shyly. She kept her legs together while slowly pushing them down her thighs. She straightened her legs and pulled them from her sock-covered feet. Harry was having none of that though. He was too worked up. He grabbed her by the midsection and pulled her onto him so that her wet pussy hovered right above his face. Harry wrapped his arms around her thin waist, trapping her there. He pulled her pussy to his mouth, and her engorged clit accidentally rubbed against his lips. Hermione cried out in pleasure, forgetting that she had a job to do. "Suck it," he ordered. Obeying his command, she lowered her head and began sucking his cock.
A fat drop of arousal dripped from her pussy and rolled down his cheek. Her scent was overpowering, and it completely surrounded him. His cock was strained, already threatening to blow. She had a perfect, little pussy. Her taut lips and mound were perfectly smooth with not a trace of hair on them. Her light pink inner lips were held snugly between her plump outer ones. He could see that her slit was glistening with wetness. Harry forced her cheeks open and exposed her virgin ass. He would have a lot of fun with that hole, he smugly thought to himself. First, however, he had another hole to claim. Harry leaned in and licked her from her clit to her asshole. Hermione squealed around his cock. Snaking his tongue between her tight lips, he could feel them squeezing him. She moved her ass around until her clit was brushing against his lips. It was obvious what she wanted. Sucking the hard nub into his mouth, he started massaging it with his tongue as Hermione ground herself on his face.
Hermione tried her best to remember the lessons that she had learned in class. She calmed her breathing and took him deep down her throat. Even though she gagged, she still accomplished her goal. When his balls were pressed against her nose, a sense of accomplishment filled her. Pulling off of him, she sucked in a deep breath as her hand worked his cock so fast that it was practically a blur. Her other hand was fondling his heavy sack as she heard the wet slurps of him devouring her girl-cum. Suddenly, her body began to quiver, and she collapsed forward. Her face was mashed into his groin as her pussy started convulsing, leaking pussy juice all down his cheeks and chin. She squealed loudly as she came for the first time that night. Then, out of nowhere, she was flipped on her back, and her legs were forced open. She looked down and saw his massive, veiny cock resting across her lower belly. He took it in hand and ran the thick head up and down her little pussy. Her taut lips stretched out of shape as he toyed with her young body. Hermione bit her lip, waiting for him to take the plunge and claim her virginity.