Note: lemons included
Chapter 1
Eros, the God of Love, appeared in the darkened hospital room. It was late at night, and the young man in the bed was being quarantined for the good of all. He looked at the boy's sorry state and shook his head. Suddenly, a beautiful woman was standing next to Eros.
"It's such a shame," she said, taking in his pitiful state. "He gave everything to protect those he loved, and this is his reward."
Eros agreed. Harry Potter was someone he had kept an eye on. Even the great Ares was interested in the boy's courage, but alas, fate was a cruel mistress. Young Harry was wasting away, his breath shallow, and his cheeks sunken. He looked less like a human boy and more like a sleeping skeleton. Eros knew that he wasn't long for this world. He smiled when he suddenly got a thought.
"You're right, mother. For all he's done, he deserves a much better reward than this," Eros said. Aphrodite turned and looked at her son.
"If you're thinking what I suspect you are, then the answer is no. Fate has chosen him. Who are we to interfere?" the beautiful blonde said.
"Fate has taken her prize from him. He is of no use to her any longer," Eros remained steadfast. Aphrodite sighed and shook her head. Her son could be so impulsive.
"Besides … I have the perfect spot for him," Eros smiled wickedly.
"Where?" his mother asked, confused.
"There's that Earth where the magical folk worship you," he told her.
"But what of the young Harry that already lives there?"
"See for yourself," Eros said.
Aphrodite's eyes clouded over until they were a swirling vortex of pearly white and stone gray. "Oh, my," she said, surprised.
The Harry there was nothing like the one that they enjoyed watching. This one was a cowardly wallflower that never stood up for himself. Any time his Uncle raised his voice, Harry would tremble and cower. Any time a bully was after him, he ran and cried. Aphrodite shook her head. It was sad to see the difference between them. The reason for the difference? In this world, Harry was never the Boy Who Lived. It all ended when Harry was running from another bully. The boy tripped over his own feet and hit his head against the street curb. The boy was slowly dying as she watched. They didn't have much time, so she made a decision.
"Very well," she said. "Begin."
Eros hovered his palm over the bedridden Harry's chest. Suddenly, the boy's back arched as a glowing light rose from his heart. As soon as the light escaped his body, he stopped breathing. The pair of immortals disappeared as hospital staff came rushing through the door.
Appearing next to the Harry that was bleeding on the ground, Aphrodite and Eros stood there invisible to all. They stood there for hours until that Harry also breathed his last breath. They watched as his soul naturally left his body and returned to the lifestream. "Go in peace," Aphrodite bowed her head. With the body now empty, Eros quickly slammed his palm down on the body's chest. Again, his back arched, but this time, the light sunk down into his chest, and the boy began breathing slowly. Eros knelt down and tipped some drink into the boy's mouth.
"Ambrosia?" Aphrodite asked. Eros nodded.
"It will heal the body," he told her. Aphrodite scoffed.
"It will do more than heal it, Eros. He will have the body of a god," she said. Eros chuckled.
"Consider it a just reward for the sacrifices that he made." When he had had enough, Eros put his cup away, and then placed his hand on Harry's forehead. "Remember …" he whispered. A tiny gasp left the boy's lips.
This made Aphrodite pause and think. The boy was courageous and always tried to do whatever was best for everyone else. His selflessness had impressed many in the Pantheon. She watched as the boy's body began to heal. It wouldn't be long before he was well enough to wake. Making a quick decision, she leaned down to him.
"You are right, my son. A reward is justified," she said. She closed her eyes and kissed his lips tenderly. His body jerked only slightly before she removed her lips from his. She stood up and turned to her son.
"You gave him your blessing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She shrugged.
"He will need it in this world," she said in an amused tone. They both understood what she was talking about and chuckled before disappearing from view.
Red Light District
As soon as Harry's eyes fluttered open, confusion washed over him. Conflicting memories were beginning to make his head hurt. He obviously remembered Charlie Weasley accidentally spreading Dragon Pox to most of his family and Harry. He remembered everyone getting very sick, including himself. He remembered Arthur and Molly dying first. He remembered Hermione, Ginny, and Bill going next. With much more power than the others, he withstood the disease for months, watching as they all fell to the pox. After that, he became too sick to even understand what he was being told. There were moments when he would suddenly become lucid, and he understood very well that he would die soon, only a few short years after finishing school. He had even made peace with it. The fact that he was sitting on the side of a street in what appeared to be Little Whinging was very confusing. That was amplified by another set of memories.
Everything was fuzzy, but he remembered being given a second chance. At least he thought he did. He even remembered the most beautiful woman in the world giving him a kiss. Harry reached up and touched his lips. They were still tingling. He shook his head. He remembered much more than that. He remembered a whole other life that he had never lived, and truth be told, he didn't much like what he was remembering. The old Harry had no guts. He was a coward through and through. It wasn't even like he was being abused. That Harry didn't even get half of what he experienced at the hands of the Dursleys. There was really no excuse for his behavior. Harry stood up and wobbled for a second before he regained his footing. None of that mattered. As far as he was concerned, he was the real Harry Potter, and this Harry Potter was no coward.
Harry walked to a nearby park and sat under a large oak. His body was feeling very strange like it was storing too much energy. By then, his whole body was beginning to tingle. He put that out of his mind for the moment. He needed to take stock of the situation.
'Something or someone may have given me a second chance at life. At least that's what it seems,' Harry thought.
'Summer's ending in a few weeks, then I'm starting fourth year again,' he added.
'In school, I'm a Hufflepuff and have very few friends.'
That's when he remembered what the magical world as a whole was like. Apparently, in this world, sex was a major thing for the magical community, and everyone worshiped the Goddess Aphrodite. From what he remembered, students were heavily taught about sex early. That was because once you reached the age of majority, your libido would increase massively, and not only that but your magic was closely tied to sex. Usually, by the time you hit your thirties, the intense desires would taper off but never fully go away. The magical world was a very strange place.
Another thing about this world, Neville Longbottom was the Boy Who Lived. From what Harry could remember, Neville always seemed like he was carrying a heavy burden … like everything depended on him. Harry could certainly relate. As much as he felt sorry for Neville, Harry was very glad that the burden was no longer on him. He had done his duty.
Harry thought about what he should do. He had no desire to stay with the Dursleys. Besides, it wasn't like there were Blood Wards protecting him. Dumbledore wouldn't care if he found another home. He was too busy making sure Neville was alive and safe. From his memories, Harry knew that he had a decent-sized mountain of gold in his Gringotts Vault. It was at least as vast as the one from his former world. That meant that he didn't need to worry about money. That also meant that he could spend the next few weeks at the Leaky Cauldron just as he had done the summer before his third year. That would give him plenty of time to sort things out. With the beginning of a plan in place, he got back up on shaky legs and returned to the Dursleys.
Red Light District
Harry apparated to an alley near the Leaky Cauldron. Stepping out with his trunk in tow, he ignored the gawking of passersby as he pulled the trunk into the dingy, old pub. Thankfully, the pub wasn't exactly bursting at the seams with customers. The toothless bartender, Tom, was more than happy to rent him a room until September first. He didn't even question him about where his guardians were. Within a few minutes of entering, Harry was dropping his trunk in front of a comfy-looking bed. Harry flopped onto the bed and sighed.
The thought of what had happened to him and his friends was terrible. The thought of poor Hermione and Ginny and …" Harry closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He could feel his eyes burning. He could only hope that they were all in a better place. It only added to his hurt that Hermione wasn't his friend here. She wasn't exactly NOT his friend … they had just never spoken more than a few words. Harry wasn't friends with the Weasleys either. Going through his memories, it seemed that the trio of this world was Neville, Ron, and Hermione. If that wasn't bad enough, the Ron of this world was a bit more pompous and definitely more of a jackass. He absolutely basked in Neville's limelight. Hermione was still Hermione … a book-loving know-it-all. He would definitely rekindle their friendship. With everyone else, he would have to wait and see. Harry wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and got up. There was no use sitting around feeling sorry for himself. He would do what he always did … suck it up, adapt to the situation, and carry on.
The first thing he did was grab some extra gold from the bank. With a heavy sack laden with gold, he went back into the pub and ordered dinner. By then, it was getting late, and his body was quite sore. Going back to his rented room, he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed.
Harry would like to say that he had the best sleep of his life, but that would have been a lie. The ache in his body seemed to spread down to the bones. Unable to fall asleep, he tossed and turned while sweat dripped down his forehead. He felt hot … too hot. He tried to get up and splash some cold water on his face, but he didn't have the energy to do even that. It seemed that once again, Harry was trapped in bed while suffering through tremendous pain. This time, however, he was certain that he didn't somehow still have Dragon Pox. He remembered very well what that felt like. This didn't feel anything like it. This wasn't a sickness. This was an ache spreading through all of his muscles. At some point during the night, his muscles began spasming. His body was shaking and trembling, and he was unable to get himself under control. Harry was unsure how long this had lasted, but sometime during the night, the spasms finally stopped. The burning aches in his muscles and joints stopped. Everything stopped, and he instantly passed out from exhaustion.
His sleep was filled with strange dreams of new worlds and beautiful blondes. In one dream, Hermione was running away while throwing books at him as he chased her, begging for friendship. Somehow, even in the dream, he knew it was silly. Hermione would never throw a book for any reason. When Harry woke just past midday, he stood up and nearly fell. "Oh, shit!" he yelped, bending over and steadying himself against the bed. When he slowly stood back up to full height, he suddenly realized that he was a head length taller than the day before. Also, his vision was blurry. Removing his glasses fixed that problem. He looked at them with shock and placed them on the bedside table. He wondered how his vision was suddenly fixed. It wasn't only that though … he felt good … really good. There was no other way to describe it. He felt strong and healthy. Looking down, his eyes bulged as he saw the six-pack abs that he was suddenly sporting. Quickly going over to the mirror, Harry checked himself out. He had to blink a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly. He was tall and handsome with the body of an Olympic swimmer.
"How the hell …?" he wondered. It was then that he reminded himself of everything that went on the day before. This wasn't even close to being the strangest thing that had recently occurred.
"Just shut up and enjoy it, Harry," he said, sniffing the air. He wasn't going to lie, he smelled a bit foul. Sweating all night would do that. He made a mental note to wash his bed linens. Harry kicked off his boxers and walked toward the bathroom. He noticed something smacking against his thigh as he walked. Looking down again, he sputtered when he noticed the basilisk hanging between his legs.
"Bloody hell!" he said in awe. He gave his hips a shake and watched as his magnificently long and thick penis flopped around. He then attempted to spin it like a helicopter blade before realizing what he was doing. He cleared his throat and blushed at his childish antics. He slipped into the shower and let the hot water soothe his muscles.
Red Light District
The main street of Diagon Alley was much as he remembered it. There were a few name changes on the shop fronts, and an old junk shop was replaced by a shop that sold women's clothes. Beyond that, there wasn't much of a difference. It even smelled the same.
His first stop was to the clothing shop to get him some clothes that fit. This took over an hour since the middle-aged shop owner kept chatting him up. Harry noticed how she eyed him like a piece of meat. He didn't mind, of course, but he didn't want to spend all day buying clothes. Once he was wearing clothes that fit his recently sprouted frame, he carried on.
Walking the streets of the alley filled him with wonder, much as it did the last time he stayed here. Before falling sick, Harry hadn't had much time to enjoy his newfound freedom. After the defeat of Voldemort, they had to spend time locking up Death Eaters and sympathizers and trying to repair Hogwarts after the battle. Now he had all the time in the world to explore, and there was no one around to tell him otherwise. A smile crossed his handsome face, and he walked with a little more pep in his step.
The biggest shock in Diagon Alley was the Red Light District. His new set of memories told him nothing of this place. He only vaguely knew that it existed. It was located in the back part of Diagon Alley, away from the prying eyes and ears of passing children. Just walking down the wide, cobblestone street was enough to blow his mind. If he wasn't sure that these magicals were obsessed with sex before, he was now. A long row of shop fronts stood with floor-to-ceiling front windows. Behind these windows were women … who were completely NUDE! Harry's eyes bulged as he feasted on more naked flesh than he had ever seen. As he walked by, women of every race, shape, and size smiled at him and blew kisses. One sign said, "20% OFF ANAL". Harry was very tempted, but he didn't want to jump in headfirst, so he continued walking.
There were sex shops of all kinds. Some sold sex toys, and some sold lingerie. There were several strip clubs with brightly flashing neon signs that said GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS! There were bars and dance clubs. Harry even spotted a place that promised nightly donkey shows featuring a male Centaur named Brutus. He decided to stay clear of that place. Gay and lesbian clubs were prominently displayed, though they were few and far between. Harry also noticed that the magicals here were also obsessed with beauty. There were over a dozen shops that he could see that were selling potions, elixirs, magical makeup, age-defiers, youth potions, and zit and boil removers. It was insane. There was even a shop proudly touting its wide selection of love potions. 'What kind of a world did I enter?' Harry asked himself as a Goblin bobbled down the street wearing what appeared to be leather bondage gear of some type. "Strange," was all he could say.
Red Light District
The Hogwarts Express's whistle blew loudly, letting everyone know that it would soon leave the station. Harry was already dragging his trunk down the tight corridor while peeking into windows. Sadly, the old Harry didn't have very many friends. The boy was too shy to try and make any. The only students that he talked to with any kind of regularity were Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, and of course, his roommates, Justin and Ernie. Even then, he wouldn't say that he was friends with any of them … more like friendly acquaintances. He smiled when he remembered how sad the ladies of the Red Light District were when he left. He certainly had plenty of friends there. They were going to miss his fat sack of coins … among other things.
He passed by one door and heard soft moans coming from within. The privacy shade had been pulled down, and Harry guessed that the door was also locked. Moving on, Harry continued his journey until he was in one of the last few train cars. It was there that he saw Neville, Ron, and Hermione sitting in a compartment together. Ron and Hermione looked the same as before, though Ron looked a tad more confident. Hermione still had a mop of wild, bushy hair, and she sat there with a thick book on her lap. Neville was the biggest change. He wasn't as chubby as the old Neville was, and he definitely didn't look as scared or nervous. Harry would pay more attention to him than the old Harry did. He wanted to know if Neville could handle the situation. Taking one last look at Hermione, Harry moved on. A couple of compartments down, he spotted Susan and Hannah sitting alone. He tapped on their door window and smiled as Susan got up and opened the door. "Mind if I sit with you?" Harry asked. He could see Susan's cheeks suddenly tinting pink. She nodded silently and stepped aside, allowing him to pull his trunk into the room. As he stowed it away, he heard the door close behind him.
"You've grown!" Hannah squeaked and slapped her hand over her mouth. Her face turned red. Harry chuckled happily as he sat down across from them.
"Yeah. I had a bit of a growth spurt," he told them. It was then that he noticed their attire. Both were wearing very short skirts that showed off most of their thighs. Hannah was wearing a regular T-shirt that was a little tight. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra because he could see her hard nipples poking through her shirt. Her breasts were about the average size for a girl her age. Susan, however, was a different story. She was wearing a long sleeve, very thin sweater that had five or six buttons down the neckline. Every single one of them was unbuttoned, and her large bust was threatening to tear her sweater apart. Harry could see the deep valley of cleavage that her big, beautiful tits created. Just eyeing her succulent body made his cock strain.
Another thing that he noticed was that magical women wore outfits that were much more revealing than in his time. In his other life, women dressed like it was still the 1800s. Only the younger girls dressed normally, though still conservatively. Here, however, even the middle-aged women walked around in short skirts and high heels instead of the ankle-length robes and boots that he was used to seeing. It was a pleasant change, in his opinion. Seeing Susan's tits bursting out of her top only solidified his opinion.
"I see that I'm not the only one who did some growing," he smiled at them. They looked at each other and blushed before giggling slightly.
"Are you girls excited to be going back to school?" Harry asked. He wondered if the Triwizard Tournament would be held. They gave each other a knowing look.
"Very excited," they said in unison and then burst into a giggle fit. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something happening that I'm not aware of?" Harry asked.
"Fourth-year girls start the voluntary training course," Susan said as a few more giggles slipped out.
"Training for what?" Harry asked, confused. Now it was the girls' turn to look at each other in a confused fashion.
"Sex work … Don't you remember?" Hannah asked. Harry shook his head.
"Sometimes I don't pay attention," he admitted. They rolled their eyes.
"Just like every other boy," Susan joked.
"Hey now," he threatened in a teasing way.
"Once the girls reach their fourth year, they're allowed to take a voluntary class to train them for sex work," Susan explained.
"But why would they want to train for that? There are tons of them in the Red Light District," Harry said. Hannah shrugged.
"It's well known that salaries in the magical world are utter crap. Most women dabble in sex work of some kind to help earn some extra gold … at least until they marry," Hannah told him. The old Harry knew nothing about this. Harry wished that he could've slapped some common sense into the boy.
"Besides … We'll be having lots of sex anyway. We may as well make a few galleons as we do," Susan shrugged.
"So married women don't do that kind of stuff?" Harry asked. The whole sexual community was strange and confusing to him.
"No. When you marry, you take a magical vow. Sex is connected with our magic, and so is marriage. Being unfaithful can cause the vow to break. That would be very bad …" Susan left it at that.
"That's why no one marries until they're well into their thirties. They have to wait for their urges to cool down so there's less risk of them doing something stupid, like cheating. It still happens on occasion, but thankfully, it's rare," Hannah added.
"So these classes are only for girls?" Harry asked. They both nodded. "That sucks," Harry joked. They giggled together.
"Well … It won't suck for one lucky boy," Susan said. This caught Harry's attention.
"One boy?" he asked.
"The teacher of the class picks one boy to be the teaching aid. Basically, he has sex with all the girls in the class," Susan said, blushing.
"It's not only that … He gets to use the Prefect Bathroom. He has permission to stay out well past curfew, and he is able to go into the girls' dorms without setting off the alarm. I've heard that he can even visit Hogsmeade whenever he wants," Hannah told him.
Harry was very thankful that he remembered to visit Petunia and force her to sign a paper allowing him to visit Hogsmeade. The old Harry couldn't get her to sign, and he was too scared to threaten her. The new Harry was only too happy to do a little threatening.
"How is the boy chosen?"
"I think you apply for the position, and the teacher chooses who she thinks is best," Hannah said, taking out a fashion magazine. "I'm not really sure though."
"Are you thinking about applying?" Susan asked him.
"You think I could get it?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. Susan smiled back, her cheeks still slightly red.
"You're cute enough," she smiled. "Unfortunately, it's not my opinion that matters."
"We'll see," Harry smiled, sitting back and relaxing.
Chapter 2
The train ride to school was quite nice in Harry's opinion. He got to know the girls much better, and he could honestly say that a friendship between them was budding. When the train began to slow, Harry pulled on his school robe and left the compartment temporarily so that Susan and Hannah could get dressed. Looking down at himself, he could see that not a lot had changed when it came to the school robes. He couldn't have been more wrong. When he returned to the compartment, his eyes widened in surprise.
Like the clothes that they had been wearing before, the robes were much more revealing than Harry remembered. Instead of going all the way down to their ankles, the hem of the female school robes ended mid-thigh. The neckline plunged deeply, showing off a vast amount of cleavage, for which Harry was grateful. Susan's legs remained bare, and Harry happily eyed the expanse of soft, smooth skin. Hannah, however, had opted to wear black, thigh-high socks that had two yellow stripes circling the tops. Even with the long socks, Harry could still see several inches of her smooth flesh peeking out from below her robe. Just as with his robe, they sported a Hufflepuff badge on the left side of their chest. They smiled as he came in. Susan stood up and twirled. As she did, the bottom of her robe fluttered up, and he caught the quickest flash of white, cotton panties. "What do you think, Harry?" she asked.
Harry whistled appreciatively as Hannah joined in, showing off her robes. "They look like they were made for you," he complimented them. They giggled slightly.
"They were, silly," Susan said. "Almost all girls get their school robes tailored to their body shape and height. We got ours done professionally. Madam Malkin did a good job, didn't she?"
Susan turned and showed off her shapely rear. "Tell Madam Malkin that she did a bloody brilliant job," Harry replied. The girls laughed, and each one grabbed one of his arms. They all joined the queue to exit the train.
Once they were off the train, not much had changed for Harry. The firsties went by boat, escorted by the lumbering Hagrid, while the rest went by Thestral-drawn carriages. Harry spent his ride sandwiched between two excitedly chatting girls. Harry found it strange to not be stared at even once since arriving at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. It was strange that he wasn't accosted by Malfoy and his goons during the train ride. It was certainly strange that there wasn't the normal air of foreboding surrounding him as he started yet another year of Hogwarts. While that was all very strange and new to him, he wasn't unhappy with it. He was glad for it all. Just then, Susan leaned across him to whisper into Hannah's ear. Harry caught the scent of Susan's hair, and he couldn't stop his cock from hardening. Yes, he was very glad for his sudden change in fortune.
Red Light District
Sitting with the girls at the Hufflepuff table certainly was a trip. Harry's eyes continued to swing over to the Gryffindor table where he used to sit. He had spotted Hermione coming into the Great Hall. She was wearing her school robe, but in order to hide her cleavage, she was wearing a Gryffindor-colored scarf. The scarf couldn't hide her bare legs, and Harry happily feasted on the sight. He could tell that she still wasn't comfortable when it came to the hardcore sexuality of the magical world. As far as he knew, the mundane world was just as normal as the last time, so Hermione likely never grew up with this kind of stuff. As he continued to eye Hermione, he paid no attention to the little first-years that were being sorted. Eventually, the sorting ended, and he was forced to turn his attention to the staff table where Dumbledore stood up with his arms stretched out.
"Welcome, welcome, to another year at Hogwarts! I would just like to say one thing … Dig in!" he said boisterously and clapped his hand twice. The crowd of students cheered and clapped as a stunning feast appeared on every table. Immediately, the students ravenously began filling their plates.
Harry watched Susan eating a second slice of pumpkin pie while Hannah preferred the lemon cake. Regarding himself, Harry munched down on his third piece of treacle tart. Once their stomachs were full, the leftovers disappeared leaving all of the plates spotless. It was then that Dumbledore stood up once again. He began as he had always done and mentioned the prohibited items that Filch would not tolerate. He then stated that Quidditch would be canceled for the year. This made Harry's ears perk up.
"Calm please!" he cried out with a smile on his face. "I believe we have something that will more than make up for it, for you see, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!" he stated proudly. Instantly, the angry ramblings turned into excited chatter. It seemed that almost no one knew what the tournament was, but the name sounded exciting.
"Contingents from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute will arrive before Halloween, at which time, the three champions will be chosen to compete," Dumbledore continued. The chatter became louder.
"Keep in mind that due to the extreme danger of the tournament, only those who are of age … that is to say, at least seventeen years of age, will be allowed to put your names forward."
Some of the exciting chatter turned back into angry grumbling. Dumbledore simply waved it away. "Now that you have been thoroughly excited … off to bed!" he chuckled. Harry rolled his eyes and got up from the seat, as did everyone else. The normal pushing and shoving commenced as dozens of students tried to get through the set of double doors. It was then that Harry noticed the hot teacher getting up from the staff table. Of course, there was Professor Sinistra, the sexy, dusky-skinned Astronomy teacher that many of the boys lusted after. Harry noticed that she was wearing a robe similar in style to the female students, while McGonagall and the other older professors were wearing robes that were much more conservatively cut. However, it wasn't Professor Sinistra that Harry had noticed, as sexy as she was. It was a different beauty with long, luscious, black hair that fell past her shoulders in loose curls. Her dark green robe was as tight as a cocktail dress, and it hugged her body magnificently. Because of this, Harry could see every one of her cock-hardening curves. The top of her breasts was practically exploding out the top of her low-cut robe, and a slit that went down from the waist exposed the entirety of one of her shapely legs. Her face was beautiful and mysterious with full, pink lips and smokey, gray eyes. Harry tapped Susan on the shoulder.
"Huh?" she asked as she walked beside him.
"Who's that?" he asked, pointing to the sexy woman. The former Harry had no memories of her.
"That's Bellatrix Lestrange," Hannah said, joining in. "She's a member of the Black family. She got married to a Lestrange, but he was a big supporter of You-Know-Who."
Susan nodded. "He was arrested right after You-Know-Who was defeated. Auntie said he died in Azkaban or something."
"What's she teaching?" Harry asked. His mind was being twisted like a pretzel. 'Bellatrix never went to prison?' he asked himself. Was she still a psycho? Was she just better at hiding her demented personality? There were a lot of questions that needed to be answered. The only way to truly get those answers was to spend time around the dark-haired beauty, watch her closely, and figure it out himself.
"I'm guessing Magical Sexuality," Hannah said. "The rest of the Professors are the same as last year," she deduced. Harry nodded.
"Why didn't Dumbledore introduce her?" Harry wondered.
"I saw her come in late." With that, Harry let the subject rest.
The journey to the Hufflepuff Common Room was filled with excited students bouncing around and talking loudly. From his first go-round, Harry knew that the Common Room was near the kitchens, but with his new memories, he knew exactly where it was and how to get in.
The Hufflepuff Common Room was brightened with what appeared to be artificial sunlight. The circular room was very homey with its soft, earthy colors. As the other Hufflepuffs talked with one another, Harry walked over to the billboard and looked it over. There was a flier that was hyping up the upcoming tournament. There was a second flier reminding males fourth-year and above about the upcoming tryouts for the Magical Sexuality class. Nothing else was mentioned. Not a time, place, or date … nothing. Harry reasoned that it was only Friday night, and they had the entire weekend to update the flier. He shrugged. He'd ask about it the following day if possible. With that done, he bid the girls goodnight and went to his dorm.
Red Light District
The following day, Harry left Susan and Hannah after breakfast. They were too busy giggling madly with all the other fourth-year girls to notice. All they wanted to talk about was the sex class. With nothing to say about it, Harry used his morning to explore the castle. It was almost exactly the same as he remembered. Just walking the corridors again filled him with equal amounts of peace and anxiety. He had many good and bad memories associated with the castle. In fact, he was so deep in his nostalgic state that he accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh!" Harry yelped. "I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," he admitted. A soft, flowery scent filled his nose before he locked eyes with Bellatrix Lestrange. She smiled at him, though he could tell that there was no emotion in it, good or ill.
"Understandable," she said in her even, feminine voice. It was much different than the deranged, baby-talking voice that the other Bellatrix used to cackle with. This sound was much more pleasant. "A new year of school can often leave one out of sorts. Just be careful. The stairs in this castle are unforgiving to the blissfully unaware." She was just about to walk by when he stopped her.
"It's Professor Lestrange … correct?" Harry asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Are you the new sexuality teacher?" he asked. Again she nodded. It seemed that this Bellatrix was short on words.
"I saw the flier in the Common Room, but there was no time or …" he started before being cut off.
"I haven't decided when to hold tryouts yet. The class doesn't begin until the second Monday of the new school year."
"That's a shame. I was looking forward to it," Harry told her. She raised an eyebrow.
"You're a fourth-year, correct?" Harry nodded.
"I should let you know that a fourth-year hasn't been chosen in over a hundred years. I doubt a fourth-year would have what it takes to be my personal assistant," she smirked. Harry suddenly saw the confidence in her eyes that reminded him of the old Bellatrix.
"I often prove doubters wrong," Harry smiled cheekily.
"Is that so, Mr …?"
"Potter, Ma'am. Harry Potter," he answered her.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I'll make you a deal. I'll allow you to tryout early, and when you fail, you'll be cleaning my classroom after hours for the next two weeks."
"Deal," Harry said, continuing to smile.
Bellatrix smirked even more now that she found her first patsy of the year. Hopefully, she would be able to scam even more desperate boys to clean her room. If everything went to plan, she wouldn't have to clean her classroom even once. Still, the boy was handsome, and she definitely remembered his father. James was an easygoing and good-natured chap once he had matured. However, it took more than good looks and a pleasant personality to become her assistant.
She led him into her personal room. Under normal circumstances, she would never allow a tryout in her personal bedroom. This was her private space. 'Thankfully, this won't take long,' she thought to herself. As the door closed behind them, she went into her bag with all of her supplies and pulled out a ruler that had been sawed off at a certain point. She held it up. Harry could see that it was cut off at the eight-inch mark.
"If you're not at least this long, it's an instant fail. Very few will even make it past this point," she told him. "So lose the trousers and let's find out," Bella said in a no-nonsense kind of way. She didn't want all her valuable time taken up by horny, young men. She kept her eyes on his crotch as he unbuttoned his trousers. Then, without an ounce of self-consciousness, he pulled his black trousers and boxers down in a single go. Her attention was immediately caught. What flopped out was a soft, flaccid cock that was still greatly impressive. It was thick and at least six inches long. She instantly wondered how long it would be when fully hard. She didn't have to wonder for long. As she stood there looking at it while Potter stepped out of his trousers, she watched it grow bigger and bigger. The beast hanging between his legs plumped like a juicy sausage and grew so long that it was forced to tilt down by its weight. Bella licked her pink lips.
"I must admit … That is impressive," she said, unable to take her eyes off of it. She set the sawed-off ruler aside. There was obviously no need for it. Snapping out of her daze, she reached into her bag and pulled out a tape measure before walking over to him.
She sidled up to him and looked him in the eyes. With her free hand, she reached down and wrapped her palm around his girth. Closing her hand, she found that her fingertips weren't even close to touching.
Harry held back a shudder as Bellatrix touched his cock for the first time. Her hand was soft, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body. The robe that she was wearing was similar to the one that she had on the night before. The neckline still plunged deeply, and her magnificent breasts were on the verge of spilling out. The difference was that this time, the robe was no longer than a mini skirt, so he could now see even more of her pale, flawless skin. The scent of her hair and skin was intoxicating, and his cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. Suddenly, her hand began to move. It moved slowly at first, pumping up and down with long, experienced strokes. A soft gasp left his mouth as she moved in closer. She was now so close that her head was forced to tilt upward so that she could keep eye contact with him. A smirk crossed her gorgeous face, and she playfully lunged forward and nipped his jaw with her teeth. Harry flinched, and she laughed softly before shoving him in the chest, forcing him to take a step back.
"Let's just see exactly how impressive …" she said, pressing the end of the tape measure against the base of his cock and running it down the top of his shaft. "Very nice," she muttered before wrapping it around the shaft.
"Over twelve inches long and nearly seven inches in circumference. You are certainly blessed, Mr. Potter," she told him, rolling up the tape and tossing it back into her bag.
"Thank you," Harry said.
"However, size isn't everything. It doesn't matter how big you are if you blow your load at the sight of a wet pussy." She used her hand and flipped her long, luxurious hair over her shoulder. "Completely nude. On the bed," she ordered. Harry was eager to follow her directions.
It only took him a few minutes to remove the rest of his clothes and lay on her bed. The sheets and pillows all carried the same scent as her body. Needless to say, his cock was still as hard as a rock. Harry watched her walk over to him, her wide hips swaying sexily. She reached up and pulled down the top of her robe, exposing her perfect breasts to him. Harry guessed that they were perfectly rounded D-cups. They were capped with light pink nipples that weren't hard yet. All Harry could think about was latching on to one of them and sucking it until it grew hard in his mouth.
"Well, you haven't cummed all over my bed yet, so that's a good start," she snorted as she hiked up the bottom of her robe and straddled his thighs. He could feel the intense heat radiating from between her legs. Her panties were lavender and appeared to be made of satin. He could see the light reflecting off the tiny scraps of material. She suddenly grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her breasts. As soon as he touched them, he could feel her nipples grow hard. Harry flicked his thumbs over them as he massaged her beautiful tits. He earned his first soft moan from Bellatrix. He knew that he needed to impress the woman if he wanted the position, so he made sure to not only caress her bare breasts, but every inch of her naked skin. He slid one hand up over her shoulder before caressing the skin of her neck. Bella flushed and tilted her head back, closing her eyes at the same time. He could feel her pulse thumping under his fingers.
The fingertips on his other hand flowed down her sides, gently tickling her ribs. He felt her body tremble as he moved lower. His fingers moved around to her slim, toned belly. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, and Harry felt that he could spend all day touching it. As soon as he touched her thighs, her hips began bucking slightly.
"Passable," she said, reaching down and peeling her tight robe off of her body. Tossing it aside, Harry could see that she was now only wearing her lavender-colored panties and a pair of shiny, black high heels. She moved her body until she was laying on her back with the back of her head resting on his lower belly. His cock was sticking up right against the side of her face. She was situated right between his legs which were spread eagle. He watched as she spread her legs and stuffed her hand into her panties. She gasped as her hand began moving. Harry desperately wished that he could see what was going on. He could tell that she was rubbing her clit at first before her fingers dipped even lower. He heard wet noises being masked by her labored breathing. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. She then pulled her hand from her panties, and he could see her fingers glistening with wetness. Bella touched her clit over her panties and started moving her fingers in circles.
"Mmmmm," she hummed in pleasure as a small wet spot appeared on the crotch of her panties. Suddenly, her legs lifted into the air, and Bella eased her panties down her thighs before pulling them off her high-heeled feet. She turned her head and tossed her damp panties right at his face. She raised an eyebrow when Harry held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Her hand was gently rubbing his hard, swollen cock. Looking impressed, she rested her head back on his belly and opened her legs wide. It was then that he got his first look at her pussy.
Bella's mound was puffy and perfectly smooth. No doubt she frequented some of the shops in the Red Light District that sold an abundance of perfumes, lubes, oils, and hair removers. Below her mound, two plump lips were pressed together, and peeking out from between them were the two tiny, pink flaps of her inner lips. As her legs opened wider, her lips slightly moved apart, and she showed off her wet, pink insides. Before he could get more than a quick look, her hand was covering her pussy while her fingers slipped inside of her. Almost instantly, she was squirming and moaning.
Harry threaded his fingers through her thick hair as she nuzzled the side of his shaft with her cheek. Bella then turned her head and kissed the underside of his shaft. Harry gently scratched her scalp with his nails while her hand slowly jerked his cock. Harry moaned softly.
Bella flipped over so that she was on her stomach, and his cock was right in front of her face. She continued to play with it, rubbing her finger down its incredible length before pulling it flat against his body and letting it go, only to watch it spring back up to attention. "You haven't blown your load yet," she said, impressed. "I guess you're not just another horny virgin desperate for a tug," she said, looking him in the eyes.
She kicked off her heels and slowly paddled her bare feet back and forth. Even the soles of her feet were perfect and smooth. Harry's eyes moved down to her thick, shapely ass. As she kicked her feet, he could see her cheeks moving around. He suddenly wished that he was behind her, plowing her like a ravenous beast from behind. Her head lowered, and she captured his cum-filled sack between her lips. She sucked on his skin hard enough to leave a hickey before letting his balls go. She then lovingly placed kisses all over them before she started moving up his shaft. When she reached the bottom of his head, she repeatedly flicked her tongue against it, making Harry's hips buck. Bella laughed and pushed herself to her knees. She crawled up his body and straddled his waist. Reaching down, she grabbed his fat shaft and rubbed the tip up and down the length of her weeping slit. Both of them moaned together.
"Now let's test your stamina," she said, dropping down and taking him all at once. Harry moaned loudly and gripped her silky smooth thighs tightly. Her pussy was the best that he had ever had. The moment he entered her, her tight walls practically choked his shaft and coated his cock with a thick layer of her arousal. Not one to mess around, Bella leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. A curtain of black hair covered Harry's entire head, and as such, he couldn't see how fast her hips were moving. He could definitely feel it though. His breathing intensified as she pounded her pussy down on his cock, taking him to her cervix each time. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply. Bella didn't seem to mind. Her hips bounced on his cock so hard that her fat ass cheeks were smacking together wildly and filling the room with the sounds of meaty claps.
Harry was sucking on her tongue hard when he broke the kiss. "Bloody hell! You're so fucking tight!" he cried out. Bella moaned deeply while running her tongue across his lips and cheek.
"I'm highly trained. They didn't give me this job because of my connections, you know? Hundreds of women applied for this position," she moaned as Harry grabbed her ass. She trembled when he began massaging her asshole with his finger. Harry felt her pussy flutter and get even tighter. By then, her hips were slamming down on him so that his cock was hitting the deepest spots of her body. Then, out of nowhere, she squealed in a high-pitched voice. Her walls clamped down on him, choking his cock and triggering a massive orgasm. Harry squeezed her cheeks hard enough to hurt her, but the pain only added to her pleasure. As he spread her cheeks apart hard enough that her tiny, puckered hole was forced open slightly, his balls released their load, and he began pumping her full of his cum. On top of him, her sexy body quivered and shuddered while she nuzzled his neck with her lips and mewled in pleasure. Their orgasm lasted for several minutes, and even after, Harry remained buried balls deep inside of her.
"Did I pass?" Harry asked and groaned as she squeezed her pussy around his still-hard cock.
"You're certainly the front runner," she said, kissing him passionately before rolling them over so that he could fuck her again. Harry eagerly proved why he should get the position, again and again.
Chapter 3
It was at the point of his sleep cycle where he wasn't awake but not quite asleep either. His mind was racing with many different hazy thoughts. Some were about the future of his new existence, and some of them were downright naughty. His current thought starred the lovely Daphne Greengrass. He had to admit, she looked incredible in her tiny robes. Even Pansy Parkinson looked pretty good with most of her smooth thighs on display. Harry didn't know how the boys in the castle could concentrate enough to make it through school. Harry often found himself starring. 'Maybe they're just used to it?' he had thought.
Harry groaned into his pillow as he imagined Daphne doing a sexy striptease for him, just like the girls in the strip club that he frequented during his summer in Diagon Alley. She was just pulling her top off when his perverse thoughts were destroyed by someone bouncing on his bed. Harry groaned out a whine and blindly swiped his hand in the direction of the offender. "SSSTOP!" Harry called out, his deep, throaty morning voice muffled by the pillow that he had just buried his face in.
"Wake up, Harry! Wake up!" he heard the chipper-sounding redhead's sing-song voice as she continued to bounce up and down. He then felt another dip in his mattress, and he knew that Hannah had joined her.
"A pox upon both of your houses," Harry muttered, earning a giggle from Hannah.
"You were chosen as Professor Lestrange's assistant!" he heard Susan squeal. "Why didn't you tell us that you tried out?"
This caused Harry to sit up wide awake now. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Unfortunately, his movement caused his overfull bladder to ache with distress. "Pee!" he cried out, slipping from his bed and hopping out of the curtains surrounding it. Once in the bathroom, he relieved his bladder, quickly brushed his teeth, and washed his face. When he crawled back through the curtains, he was finally able to get a good look at the girls.
Both were on his bed. Hannah was sitting cross-legged while Susan sat on her heels. Both girls were still in their sleepwear. Susan was wearing the tiniest, thinnest nighty that he had ever seen. It was so short that he could see the crotch of her white panties. Her panties looked to be a size too small as he could see the exact shape of her pussy due to her raging camel toe. Her pink nighty absolutely refused to hold back her breasts, and her cleavage was spilling out for his viewing pleasure. The best part was that he could see right through it, and her perfect nipples were clearly on display.
Hannah was wearing an old Quidditch jersey that was hiked up so much that he could see her panties as well. Hers were light purple, and Harry thought that he could make out where her little clit was. The material clung to her crotch tightly, though he could see the little bump right above where her slit would be. Neither cared about covering up. In fact, girls often came down to the Common Room in the mornings wearing whatever they had slept in. Hannah sometimes did, though Susan never had. He could see why. Practically her entire body was on display.
"Well?" Susan asked, becoming impatient. She crossed her arms under her breasts, causing them to lift up slightly.
"I didn't want to jinx it," Harry said, as he crawled on his bed and joined them. "Professor Lestrange didn't tell me that I had been chosen though."
Harry had a good idea that he was going to be chosen. Bella had requested that he come back for continued testing eight times over the last couple of weeks. He made sure to always leave her satisfied. He was glad that all of his hard work had paid off.
"You git!" Hannah said, smacking his shoulder. "You should have told us! We could have cheered you on." Harry chuckled.
"I didn't want to announce it and then end up embarrassing myself when I didn't get it," he lied. In reality, he was a private person, and he wasn't at the point where he wanted to share everything with them just yet.
"Smart," Susan nodded. "I definitely would have made fun of you," she joked and squealed when Harry poked her in the belly.
"How did you girls find out?" Harry wondered. "Was it posted on the bulletin board or something?" he asked. They shook their heads.
"They don't announce this kind of stuff. The class is strictly for those who sign up. For everyone else, it's strictly on a need-to-know basis," Hannah informed him.
"But since Hannah and I signed up last week, we were just sent a message informing us of exactly who was chosen," Susan smiled.
"You don't mind do you?" Hannah suddenly asked, sounding worried. Harry looked at her in confusion. "That Susan and I decided to take the class, I mean. Now that you've been chosen, that means that you and I will … you know," she said, embarrassed. Her cheeks were turning pink. She looked quite pretty when she blushed, Harry thought.
"I'd be upset if you didn't sign up. I imagine we'll learn a lot of things together," Harry calmed her nerves. Hannah blushed harder, but she looked pleased nonetheless. Susan smiled as well and lunged forward, wrapping him in a hug. He could feel her perfect tits pressing against him. It did nothing to calm his morning erection. Still, he refrained from being a pervert long enough to lovingly rub her back. When she broke the hug, she looked quite happy.
"That's not the only good news," Hannah said, smiling.
"Oh?" Harry asked. Susan nodded while looking a bit embarrassed.
"Susan was given a five-year contract to work at Milkies after graduation," Hannah smiled at her friend. Harry was confused, however.
"Milkies? I've never heard of that."
"It's one of the fetish clubs located in the far corner of Diagon Alley, behind the Red Light District. They only hire girls with …" Susan stopped short, blushing.
"Big, milk-filled udders," Hannah finished, bursting into a giggle fit while Susan grabbed Harry's pillow and whomped her on the head. Harry's eyes suddenly focused on her bouncing tits. Just from her playful movements, they were already threatening to explode out of her top.
"They certainly chose well," Harry teased. Susan blushed again and tossed his pillow back on the bed.
"My Auntie worked there after she graduated from Hogwarts. She's the one that got me the contract," Susan told him. Harry scooted over to her and placed an arm around her shoulder.
"Don't sell yourself short. You're very pretty, have a banging body, and have tits to die for. It's obvious that you'll fit right in," Harry told her. Susan put her head on his shoulder while he gave her one last squeeze.
"Thanks, Harry," she said, sounding happy.
"So what's this place like? What do they offer?" Harry wondered. He hadn't ventured that deep into the alley.
"The men that go there love big tits. The girls dance, obviously. They offer titty-fucking, motorboating, handjobs …" Hannah counted her fingers.
"Cumming on tits. They even have potions that make the girls lactate. It's a very niche club … and very expensive if what my Auntie says is true," Susan said.
"I'm so jealous!" Hannah groaned. "You're going to make so much gold!" she whined. Susan smirked at her friend.
"Is it normal to get a contract so early on?" Harry asked. Susan shook her head.
"Only a select few girls get them every year," she told him. "Though it is common for girls to get contracted by the many different stag mags and the companies that sell Pensieve memories." Harry turned to Hannah.
"Any idea where you're planning on working?" he asked. Hannah shook her head.
"Probably at one of the dozens of strip clubs in the alley. The bordellos only hire the best girls from Hogwarts. They don't offer early contracts. You have to be recommended by the class teacher. The whorehouses are for the girls with no other options. You don't make much money working there. I really hope I don't end up having to work there," she said.
"Don't worry, you won't. I'll even practice with you day and night if that's what it takes," Harry teased, placing his hand on her upper thigh and giving it a squeeze. Hannah rolled her eyes and then giggled along with Susan. Harry noticed that she didn't smack his hand away as his fingertips caressed the incredibly soft and smooth skin near the crotch of her panties.
"You would say that, you pervert," she told him. Harry began tickling both girls. They squealed loudly and laughed, writhing around while trying to escape from his tickling fingers. One of Susan's tits finally popped out, and he got a good look at her hard, pink nipple.
"Will you guys shut it?" Harry heard the annoyed voice of Zacharias Smith who was his fourth dorm mate. Harry rolled his eyes. Zacharias was just as annoying as he was in Harry's first go-round. His dislike for the rat-faced boy was equally as strong as well.
"Come on, girls. Go get dressed. It's almost time for breakfast," he said. Susan stuffed her tit back into her nighty as they got out of Harry's bed. As he did, he saw Zacharias peeking his head out of his curtain. His eyes bugged out when he saw how Susan was dressed. Harry knew that he had a huge crush on Susan. Harry looked the boy right in the eye and smirked. He then reached down and gave Susan's thong-clad ass a squeeze. She squeaked, and the girls burst out laughing, running from the room. Zacharias was grinding his teeth in anger as he stared daggers at him. Harry flipped him the bird before getting dressed himself.
Red Light District
It was the Sunday morning before the sex classes were to begin, and as they went to breakfast, Harry noticed many of the girls in his year were looking at him. It didn't take a genius to understand that they were checking him out. All of them knew that he had been chosen, and all of them were wondering just how good he was. Most knew that a fourth-year was never chosen, so Harry must be something special since he was the first in over a hundred years to earn the mantle. Harry didn't mind in the least. They were all welcome to eye him up and down. Even Hermione was looking at him with a slight blush on her cheeks. Next to her, Ron Weasley was also looking at him. Harry had never seen someone look so jealous before. Neville, however, didn't look as though he cared at all. Harry wondered how they found out. As the girls had said, it was need-to-know. He guessed that some girl had spilled the beans to the Boy Who Lived. Harry simply shrugged and went back to eating.
Not long after breakfast was finished, Harry was summoned to Bella's office to discuss his position. When he knocked on the door, she opened it with a small smile. Bellatrix wasn't what you would call a happy, go-lucky type of person. A small smile was usually the best anyone could hope for. 'Except when she orgasms,' Harry thought with a smirk. 'She gets really happy if she cums hard enough.'
"Come in, Mr. Potter," she said professionally, stepping aside.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry nicely replied. When the door closed, her attitude suddenly changed.
"Now that you're my official assistant, you may call me Bella when we're alone," she told him, bringing over a folder. She pulled out a quill and had him sign her contract on the dotted line. Once he had, she continued. Bella pulled out another piece of paper from the folder and handed it to him.
"The password for the Prefects bathroom. A new password will be provided to you every week. Memorize it," she said. It didn't take long to memorize the phrase, "Squeaky Clean". He handed the paper back to her, and she crumpled it up and tossed it in the bin.
"Here is a list of the other perks of the position," she said, handing him another paper.
"No curfew," he read. "Hogsmeade with a plus one every weekend. I can choose an assistant for myself. Full access to female dorms. A private room on the seventh floor," he continued. Bella nodded.
"While you may enter any dorm that you're invited to, getting into a Common Room other than your own may be a little tricky. I wouldn't recommend trying," she chuckled. "You may invite a partner to visit Hogsmeade with you every Saturday and Sunday. Just remember to be back at the gate by five in the afternoon."
"And the assistant?" Harry asked.
"Girls in the class are going to want private time with you so that they can hone their skills. The seventh-years will be particularly demanding. You will need someone to take names and create a schedule."
Bella whipped out her wand and waved it at him in a complex fashion. Harry looked on, confused. Bella explained what she was doing.
"I'm keying you into wards that guard the female dorms," she stated. Harry nodded in understanding. When she was done, she showed him his private suite.
Harry set the password on the door, making sure that Bella knew it. Entering the room, Harry found it to be quite homey and comfortable looking. The room was large with a big bed on the left-hand wall and a fireplace on the wall opposite the door. The right-hand wall had a desk and a wardrobe against it. It was on this wall that the bathroom door was found. The bathroom was large with a toilet, shower, and a big bathtub with enough space for at least four people. Unfortunately, Harry didn't get to christen the room with Bella since she was spending the day getting ready for the upcoming classes.
"You're allowed to have company stay overnight," Bella told him as he examined the room.
"Thanks, Bella. It's brilliant!" he told her. Harry walked up to her, palmed her ass, and kissed her deeply. Within seconds, Bella's tongue was in his mouth while his hands climbed up and groped her robe-covered tit. Bella broke the kiss before things could get too hot.
"Sadly, I don't have time for fun. I have about a dozen errands to run before our first class tomorrow. Make sure you're well rested," she warned and gave him one last kiss before leaving him behind.
For the rest of the day, the girls wouldn't stop excitedly chatting. In fact, most of the girls that he came across were talking quietly to each other. They were excited and giggly. It was obvious that they were just as eager as he was for the class to begin.
Red Light District
The chatter never stopped, at least until Bella waved her wand and produced fireworks. As they popped loudly, the girls quickly sat down and looked toward the front attentively. Harry was standing off to the side, waiting to be called. It was the first of two classes to be held that day. Classes were a mishmash of girls from different years. As Bella began talking, Harry's eyes drifted to the girls filling the seats.
He could see Susan and Hannah sitting amongst the students, their eyes following the slowly pacing teacher. Daphne, Tracey, and Pansy were sitting in the back of the class. The Gryffindor Chasers were there as well as the other girls from their house. Cho and her friends were watching with excitement, and off in one corner, sitting alone was Hermione Granger.
Harry didn't really expect Hermione to attend the class. After all, she was a logically-minded person who grew up in the normal muggle world. And true enough, she appeared to be very embarrassed as she quietly sat there. Her cheeks were pink, and he could see that her hands were shaky. A piece of parchment was on her desk, and a quill was in her hand. She was ready to take notes. Suddenly, he heard Bella say his name. Harry turned his attention away from the bookworm and focused it on the class. He stepped forward and stood at Bella's side.
"As stated in your information packets, this is our newest assistant, Mr. Harry Potter," she said happily. The girls politely clapped as they kept their eyes focused on him. "He will be the one to help you on your journey of sexual exploration. Now, I'm sure you are all keen on seeing exactly what you'll be working with. Hmm?" Bella teased.
Many of the girls nodded and verbally agreed. Harry's heart was beginning to beat faster as Bella moved behind him and reached around his waist. She untied the belt to his bathrobe, and as quick as a flash, she whipped it off. Harry heard loud gasps of shock and excitement as they got their first look at his nude body. Bella had forced him to remove all the hair from his body, and he had to admit, the sensation wasn't half bad. Besides, he didn't want his pubes getting stuck in their teeth and ruining the mood. Bella's hand found his half-erect cock. She began stroking it, making it inflate before their very eyes.
"Oh, Goddess!" he heard one girl cry out in a shaky voice as his cock continued to grow. Once it was the size and thickness of a Beater's bat, Bella let go of it and trailed her hand up and down his ripped abs. Harry closed his eyes and inhaled. The smell of wet pussy was getting stronger. He saw many of the young ladies squirming in their seats. In the back, the Slytherins were whispering to each other fiercely while never taking their eyes off of his horsecock. Bella chuckled.
"He is quite the male specimen, isn't he?" she teased, hugging his waist from behind and kissing his broad shoulder. Her hands continued to drift down and fondle his hard cock. "And trust me, ladies, his body feels as good as it looks. So, if you will all line up … Each of you will get to …" she was cut off by the sounds of chairs groaning as they were pushed back. As fast as a blink of an eye, a line of horny, young women were already forming. Lavender Brown had somehow ended up at the head of the line even though she was seated in the middle of the class. She threw her arms out to stop any potential line-cutters. Bella rolled her eyes and stepped aside.
Lavender stepped up to him with a pretty smile and began going to town. She felt his pecs, his muscular stomach, and his shoulders, but she spent the most time on his cock. Her soft hands explored every inch of him. She was in her own world when Bella cleared her throat.
"Perhaps you'll allow the others a chance at him?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Lavender blushed and went back to her seat.
Harry spent the next half hour standing there while the girls went over his body like a buyer purchasing a prized bull. Susan and Hannah spent nearly all of their time stroking his cock and fondling his balls with deep blushes on their pretty faces. Hermione was at the end of the line. He watched as she nervously stepped up. Her shaking hands touched his belly, and she gasped. Her hands lowered, and her fingertips gently caressed his six-pack abs. She looked up at him, and their eyes met. Hermione blushed tomato-red and quickly pulled her hands back. She was back in her seat before he even knew it. Harry knew that it would take a little time to get her out of her shell.
"The older girls already know what to expect from this class, and I will schedule a meeting with each of you this week to discuss your progress and what you hope to achieve this year," Bella told the class as she grabbed Harry's hard cock and pulled him toward the large bed that was off to the side.
"For the new girls, here's a taste of what to expect this year …" she said wickedly and pushed Harry back onto the bed. As soon as his back hit the mattress, Bella was on him.
Her robe was tossed away, exposing her supple, nude body. She was laying between his parted legs with one hand rubbing his bloated sack while the other lazily stroked his long cock. She gently placed kisses all over the head. "Gather round," she called out. "Fourth-years upfront so that they can see!"
Harry heard the girls all gathering around the bed. He could see their familiar faces looking back at him as lie there getting his cock worked by their sexy teacher. He caught sight of Susan's eyes, and she blushed deeply but didn't look away.
"This year you will be learning the fundamentals … How to properly fuck a cock … How to properly suck a cock … Handjobs … Anal … Threesomes … Orgies … Kinks …" she went on.
"Trust me, all are a valuable learning experience," she said, licking him from his balls all the way up to the bottom of his head. "You … " Bella pointed to a girl.
"Parvati Patil, ma'am!" the cute, Indian girl squeaked in embarrassment.
"Come up here," she ordered. Very shyly, Parvati climbed onto the bed.
"In this class, there is no room for embarrassment. Tomorrow you will hang up your school robes as you enter. The only clothes allowed are bras and panties. Often you will be nude. If you cannot handle the thought of this, then you may as well drop out. You will simply carry on with your life completely unprepared for all that is waiting for you," Bella said, straddling his waist. She rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, making the tip glisten with her juices. She stuffed the head into her damp slit and dropped down on him.
Some of the girls gasped and shuddered as Bella took the monster cock like a professional. They were amazed by how much her pussy was stretching to accommodate the ungodly beast.
"Ms. Patil … Strip down to your underwear," Bella ordered as she shuddered as well. Her hips were slowly rocking back and forth. Her back was straight and her breasts were sticking out, proudly on display. Parvati squeaked.
"Go on," Bella urged with a little more strictness in her voice. Harry watched as Parvati nervously slipped out of her school robe, exposing her matching dark purple bra and panty set. "Now … sit on his face."
Red Light District
Hermione watched with bated breath as her housemate lifted her leg up and straddled Harry Potter's face. Harry's hands came up, and he clutched Parvati's thighs. Parvati's eyes were wide with shock when Harry pulled her panties to the side. Hermione watched as his tongue snaked out of his mouth, and he licked her naughty bits. Hermione's face suddenly felt warm, and she started squirming. She squeezed her thighs together to keep the aroused feelings at bay.
She originally wasn't going to attend this class. She just couldn't imagine herself doing those kinds of things in the middle of class with everyone watching. She wanted to die of embarrassment just thinking about it. In the end, she decided to speak with her Head of House, Professor McGonagall, who she highly respected. It was she who convinced her to give it a try. Hermione was warned about not being prepared for life after Hogwarts. Earning enough gold without adding a bit of sex work was going to be very difficult. That was even before her body went through its change. McGonagall had explained to her that she would be overcome with the urge to mate and that normal, non-magical men would not cut it. Her body would be craving the sexual magic produced by magical males. It usually hits females around the age of eighteen, she was told. From what she knew, the magic of Hogwarts did a very good job of delaying the change until after graduation. Beyond that, she was on her own, and if she wasn't properly prepared, she could end up a mindless slut, spreading her legs for anyone and everyone. The thought of being out of control scared Hermione more than the thought of having sex in front of the class. Because of this, she hesitantly joined.
When she heard that the assistant would be Harry Potter, she asked around to see if she could find out anything about him. Most girls that she asked knew about as much as she did, which was to say nothing. Apparently, he didn't interact with very many people. However, when she caught sight of the handsome boy, she couldn't help but blush. When she caught sight of him naked, she immediately felt a pulse down below. Her body was responding to his good looks. One would think that his attractiveness would make things easier for her. After all, wasn't it much better to do sexual things with someone you find attractive? Unfortunately, like most young girls, she was self-conscious about her body, and the fact that he was sexy only intensified her doubts about herself. Parvati was one such girl. Hermione overheard her and Lavender talking about it one night before bed. Parvati was scared that the boy, whoever he turned out to be, wouldn't find her attractive. Hermione now knew that it was ridiculous. Harry was eager lapping at her folds and sucking on her hard clit. Hermione blushed deeply as Parvati squealed.
"I told you that he was good," Professor Lestrange laughed. Hermione thought that their professor was the sexiest witch alive. She was so confident, and she moved with such grace. Hermione hoped that she would one day be half the woman that she was. She watched as her wide hips jerked back and forth rapidly before she pressed down on him hard and rolled them in a circular pattern. Hermione kept her eyes glued to her, and she mentally made notes about her technique. Another squeal made her turn back to Parvati. She was shaking so badly, and one of her eyes was twitching. One of her bra straps had fallen down, leaving one of her dainty shoulders bare. One of Harry's hands was rubbing her slim belly, while the other was groping her bra-covered breast. Hermione's breath hitched when Parvati cried out and bucked. She watched on with shock as pussy juice came flooding out of her and practically drowned poor Harry. Meanwhile, the Professor's hips were slamming down on him. She was bouncing so hard that her backside was clapping against his skin. The smell of sex was making her lightheaded, and she saw that she wasn't the only one. She could hear soft gasps all around her, and she wondered how many of the girls present were secretly touching themselves. Suddenly, the Professor jumped off of him.
She saw Harry's hard penis slip from their professor's silky folds, and she was amazed at how wet it was. She could see drops of wetness literally dribbling down the side of his shaft. "Ms. Patil, lean forward and use your hands to finish him off."
Hermione saw Parvati do just that. As the girl came over and over from having Harry constantly licking and sucking on her, she leaned over and grabbed his long, hard shaft. Her small hands couldn't cover the entirety of his cock, but nonetheless, she began moving them up and down. Harry moaned while Parvati ground her naked quim against his mouth, her hands moving faster and faster. Hermione suddenly squeaked when a fountain of cum spurted from the tip of his cock. The fat load flew high into the air and rained down on poor Parvati, covering her hair and back with his sticky seed. With shaky breaths, Hermione continued to watch on as more and more cum erupted from the tip. When he was finally done, the Professor pulled Parvati from his face. Harry's entire mouth and cheeks were smeared with the girl's juices.
"That was just a small demonstration of what we have planned this year. Now … back to your seats and get out your books," the Professor said. Hermione did just that, still feeling nervous about being there. She noticed that Harry didn't bother covering up. He simply walked around the class reeking of sex while his massively long cock bounced around. Very few girls could pay attention, and some were chastised by the teacher. Hermione couldn't help but take a few peeks herself before going back to work. She wished that she had the confidence of some of the girls in class. As Harry passed by them, they would reach out and touch his cock. Susan even leaned in and licked it. She sighed. She hoped that one day that she would be that self-assured. Until then, she put her head down and went back to writing notes.