Chapter 7
"Holy fuck! That feels good," Harry moaned as he slowly worked his lubed-up cock in and out of Hannah's tight asshole. He would pull his hips back until only the head was in, then he would steadily push forward until his groin slapped against her ass. The perverse noises that the girl was producing had him close to cumming. With every thrust, Hannah moaned like she was having the time of her life. Susan suddenly came up behind him. Her hands slid around his waist, and he could feel her naked tits pressed against his back.
"I think she really might end up becoming an anal-whore," Susan said with a mix of astonishment and amusement. Her hand cupped his swinging sack, and she gently rolled it in her small palm. With her other hand, she grabbed the bottle of lube and covered his cock in it the next time he pulled back. Harry pushed back in with a wet squelch and a whorish moan from Hannah.
"Do they get paid more than normal whores?" Harry asked as Hannah had another analgasm.
"Yeah. Like at least three times more," Susan said, her hard nipples poking his back. She had a streak of semi-dried cum running down the middle of her beautiful breasts. Susan had wanted to "practice" giving a tit-job. She wanted to be a top-notch whore when she began working at MILKIES. He guessed that she didn't want to embarrass her aunt since she was the one to vouch for her. Apparently, Amelia Bones had been hot-shit when she worked at the place, so Susan had a lot to live up to. As such, she wanted to practice at every available opportunity. Harry certainly wouldn't refuse such a request. After they were finished, Hannah demanded that he satisfy her urges as well. When asked what she wanted, she simply crawled onto her bed, reached back, and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her puckering hole.
"That's not too bad," Harry said, reaching underneath Hannah and using his vibrating fingers to stroke her dripping pussy. Harry had learned to do that from an old sex magic book that he had found in the Restricted Section of the library. He quickly learned it and put it to good use. Hannah squealed and came hard around his cock. Susan giggled happily at her friend's reaction.
"Look how much she's stretching! Maybe she has a magical anus," Susan said, continuing to giggle. Hannah was in no position to chastise her cheeky friend. The girl was cumming hard. Pussy juice leaked from her spasming cunt and drenched his fingers.
"Where do you want me to cum?" Harry asked her.
"My ass!" she cried out, squeezing his cock with her tight hole. Harry pushed all the way in and slapped her ass hard as he pumped her full of cum. Susan came around to his side and began making out with him while he continued to spurt cum deep inside of Hannah's ass.
Red Light District
'It's amazing what you can see just walking down the corridor,' Harry thought as he took a walk around the school. It was Saturday morning and well before breakfast. Harry went to bed early the previous night after the girls had worn him out. The three shared a shower and then slept together in Hannah's bed in their dorm. He woke up early, and the girls groaned and told him to fuck off when he asked if they wanted to go for a walk with him. Harry left their room with a laugh and a smile.
He noticed that he had a lot more energy and needed less sleep recently. He had a feeling that the intense potion regiment that Bella had him on was to thank for that. Harry also suspected that was why the girls said that his cum tasted quite sweet. All were good things in his opinion.
The sun was only beginning to rise. The dark horizon was just starting to turn blue, and Harry knew that the earliest risers wouldn't be up for another hour at least. Of course, that didn't count the students that hadn't been to bed yet. He saw one girl peek around the corner before scampering down the hall, her rumpled shirt on crooked, and her panties balled up in her hand. Only two corridors down, he silently passed by a broom cupboard and heard the sounds of two boys moaning. As he listened closer, the sound of a female moaning joined them. Harry chuckled and left them to their fun. 'The Prefects must be overworked,' he thought as he strolled onward.
After a bit more walking, Harry found himself close to Bella's private quarters. Deciding to drop in, he gave the password and silently slipped into her room. He quietly closed the door behind him. The room was a bit chilly as the fire in her fireplace was little more than glowing embers. Harry pointed his wand at the fireplace and gave it a flick. The fire erupted, bathing the room in a soft, flickering glow. After a few moments, he felt the room begin to warm. Moving over to the bed, he saw Bella asleep with the blanket pulled up to her chin. She had obviously grown cold during the night since she almost always slept nude. Harry smiled and removed his clothes. Slowly moving the blanket off of her body, he could see that he was correct. She was fully nude. He gently rolled her onto her back and spread her legs open. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue up the length of her slit. When he reached her clit, Harry flicked his tongue over it before tracing circles around the little nub. It quickly stiffened against his tongue. Bella was starting to squirm, though she was still asleep. She didn't wake up until he sucked hard on it. Squirming a bit harder, Bella stretched and sleepily said, "That feels good, Aurora."
Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Guess again," he said, licking the arousal from her damp lips.
"Harry?" she called out, sleepy and confused.
"Mmmhmm," he hummed while wiggling his tongue against her clit. He was still working out how to make his tongue vibrate. Her hand reached down, and her fingers threaded through his messy, black hair.
"Such a good wake-up call," she moaned, spreading her legs wider.
"Are you going to get up for breakfast?" Harry asked, kissing the inside of her thigh.
"It's my day off," she huskily said. "I'm going to go back to sleep while you fuck me nice and slow."
Harry smirked and settled between her legs. They both moaned as he slid in. As requested, Harry slowly and easily fucked her, hitting her deepest spots in the most gentle manner possible. It was only five minutes until he felt her clench tightly around him. She gave a soft, shuddered squeal as her pussy milked his cock. Harry couldn't help but cum. When finished, he covered her up and left the softly snoring professor to her dreams.
Red Light District
"Hi, Harry!" Hermione smiled as he met her at the gate. With a sour look on his old, wrinkled face, Filch opened the gate and let them out.
"No date today?" Harry asked in a teasing manner. Hermione blushed cutely and shook her head.
"You?" she asked. Harry shook his head with a smile.
"Last year I couldn't get my deadbeat aunt or uncle to sign my permission slip, so I was unable to go to Hogsmeade. As this is my first time, I wanted to just walk around and see what it has to offer," he told her. Hermione nodded in understanding.
"I'm not sure how long I'm going to stay. I just wanted to visit the bookshop and maybe get some more quills and ink. Maybe some folders and such for my files. Being your assistant is a big job you know … at least it is if you want to do it right. From what I was told, the last girl wasn't very good at it," Hermione said in a voice that very much reminded him of her on their very first meeting on the Hogwarts Express. Of course, that was a different Hermione, but that didn't matter to him. Hermione opened her money bag.
"I just hope I have enough …" she said. Harry immediately pulled out his coin bag and grabbed a handful of Galleons. He handed them to her.
"Harry! I can't … I mean …" she started, but Harry cut her off.
"If you're going to be my assistant, then it's only fair that I pay for your assistant supplies," he told her as they walked the road down to Hogsmeade.
"I don't know," she replied softly. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Just use it however you want. Buy plenty of quills, parchment, ink, and whatever else you want or need. I'll make sure to give you more gold every so often to keep you fully stocked."
Hermione blushed prettily and thanked him. He also noticed that she continued to dress less sexily than other girls in school. He promised himself that the next day he would bring a girl with him that could help her with a new look.
They strolled down the cobbled street of the village. Harry noticed that it was roughly twice the size of the one he remembered. It had all the same shops with added extras. A sex shop was sitting right next to Honeydukes. The blatant sexuality still caught him off-guard at times. There were several clothing shops, and all of them seemed to cater to women. Only one had men's clothing, and they were stuffed in the far back of the shop. The clothing on display was quite sexy, and there were more than a few girls that he would like to see them on.
"Scrivenshaft's is right over there!" Hermione called out excitedly. Like every other shop, it was made of hundreds of rectangular stones and had large, multi-paned windows in the front.
"You go ahead and take your time. I want to check out that shop over there," Harry said, pointing. Sydfeid's Shop of Sex stuck out like a sore thumb. It was painted hot pink, and the sign had the name of the shop written in slanted cursive. The lettering was blinking like a neon light. In the front window, Harry could see an inflatable sex doll, a wand that turned into a dildo when waved, and advertisements for potions that promised girls two extra cup sizes and men several extra inches. That wasn't even mentioning the multitude of leather items promised to increase your bedroom fun. Hermione sniffed at his statement.
"But it's so crass!" she complained.
"Yeah, but it might be fun," Harry smiled. Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled.
"I'd prefer the quiet calm of Scrivenshaft's over that garish pile of bricks, thank you very much!" she said primly. "You have fun," she said, walking toward the stationary store.
"Your loss!" Harry called out. By then, several dozen witches and wizards were walking the streets of Hogsmeade. Mothers didn't even bother trying to keep their children from looking at the lewd shops in the village. To them, the whole thing was completely normal. Thankfully, there wasn't anything too bad in the front windows. It seemed that the shop owners had some semblance of decency. A happy-looking woman with her young daughter smiled warmly at him as he pushed open the door, causing the bell to jingle.
Thankfully, the inside decor wasn't the same eyewatering pink that the outside was painted in. Instead, it looked closer to a normal shop, only this one was much more exciting. As he walked in, the inflatable doll turned its head and waved at him. Harry snorted and waved back. "Wotcher! How can I help you?" came the voice of the female shop owner. Harry looked at her and smiled.
Nymphadora Tonks was standing there behind the counter wearing an old T-shirt that read, "The Throbbing Wands". He guessed that was a band of some sort. The dark gray shirt had a rip going down the front, and the entire top of her tits was exposed to him. Tonks didn't care one bit. She didn't shy away from his gaze at all. "Just came in to see what tickles my fancy," Harry smiled. Her eyes twinkled in amusement.
"We got things that'll tickle more than your fancy," she teased. "Just got a fresh shipment of these in, we did," she said, pulling out a little silver plug that was kind of mushroom-shaped. She tossed it to him. Harry snatched it out of the air with his Seeker skills.
"What is it?" he asked, rolling it in his hand. The metal was growing warmer the longer he held onto it.
"Vibrating butt plug," she said happily. "Just tap it with your wand to activate it. Tap it again to deactivate," she instructed. Doing as she said, he tapped it and felt it vibrate wildly. He tapped it again and it became lifeless.
"That's pretty cool," Harry smiled. "Hannah would love this. Susan … Maybe … I don't know."
Tonks smirked. "Then you better get two … just in case."
"Let me guess. You earn a commission on everything you sell?" Harry asked her. Tonks smirked and tapped her nose. "Fine," Harry snorted, and Tonks placed two on the counter. "Anything else worth buying?"
She leaned down behind the counter and pulled out a small, glass bottle that looked like perfume. "This is a cologne that works like Amortentia. It won't make anyone fall in love with you, but it will smell like whatever the person's attracted to."
"That sounds pretty good. I'll take a bottle."
"I'm guessing you're the new Hogwarts boy-toy," Tonks asked as she wrapped up the items.
"Yep," Harry said proudly. He wondered why Tonks wasn't an Auror like in his previous life. Then he remembered that she was likely going through her "special time".
"You must be something special if Auntie Bella chose you. She likes them big," Tonks said, her eyes lowering to the crotch of his trousers. Harry felt his cock twitch. He would definitely enjoy spending a bit of private time with Tonks. Harry cleared his throat.
"I try not to disappoint," he joked. "You know … If you ever have an itch that needs to be scratched, you can contact Bella. I think she would be agreeable to letting you try out her new boy-toy."
Tonks raised an eyebrow. Her dark purple hair began cycling through dozens of bright colors before landing on a bright, sunshine yellow. "I'll keep that in mind," she said with a bit of amusement in her voice. "That'll be two Galleons, three Sickles, and eight Knuts."
Harry reached into his money sack and pulled out the correct amount of coins. He placed them in her outstretched hand and took his wares. "Come again," Tonks said.
"I definitely will, Miss …?"
"Tonks. Just Tonks," she said, tossing him a sexy smile.
"Tonks it is then." Harry waved at her and left the store.
After finishing with the shop, he went into Scrivenshaft's to find Hermione. She was pawing through the rolls of parchment, trying to decide whether to buy the thin, cheaper stock or the thicker kind that was more expensive.
"The thicker kind is much more durable, but it's almost twice the price!" she exclaimed, holding the two different rolls in each hand as if she were weighing them. Harry just chuckled and let her spend as much time as she wanted in the stuffy store. This was the stuff that Hermione really loved. He couldn't wait to open his own business. Hermione would throw herself into it one hundred percent. Of course, he would then have to listen to her arguing with herself over the difference between cheap and quality ledgers. It was almost an hour later before she left the shop laden with bags. Harry offered to carry her bags but she declined.
"I just want to pop into the bookstore for a bit. After that, I'm going back to my office. I have so much work to do! Did you know that there are already a dozen or so girls asking me about your schedule? Some of them aren't even in the class!" Hermione shook her head. "Anyway, you go on and finish exploring. I'll talk to you later," Hermione told him. So Harry did just that.
Harry spent the next couple of hours walking down every street, lane, and alley that Hogsmeade had to offer. He found that there was a surprising amount of sex shops in the sleepy, little village. Further toward the outskirts of the village, one shop was dedicated to sex swings and other BDSM-related items. In the window, there was a moving mannequin that was decked out in a scandalous leather outfit. Around her waist was a harness with a giant, rubber dildo attached. In her hand was a leather crop that she cracked against her other wooden hand when she spotted him. Harry read the signs and advertisements on display before going in. When he finally walked out, he had two self-thrusting dildos and a bottle of peppermint anal lubricant. More gifts for the girls, Harry thought as his stomach rumbled. Feeling peckish, he made his way to the Three Broomsticks for a bit of lunch.
He walked through the door and smiled. It looked pretty much the same as he remembered. The only difference was that Rosmerta's tits were even more on display than they used to be. Her barmaid dress was cut so low that the tops of her areolas were on display. The busty MILF came from around the bar with a sexy smile on her lovely face. As she came around, Harry saw that the hem of her dress didn't even reach halfway down her thick, creamy thighs. Like the girls of Hogwarts, she was wearing stockings that were only knee-high, except hers were snow white. As if she already knew him, she said, "Bella asked me to escort you to the private section of the pub in case you decided to show up."
"Not knowing what else to say, Harry said, "Lead the way." She did. Taking him by the hand, she walked in front of him, pulling him along. Harry's eyes were drawn to her wide hips. She had childbearing hips to be sure, and they were swaying hypnotically from side to side as she walked. He didn't notice that they had arrived until she began speaking again.
"Bella … You didn't tell me he was so fuckable!" she teased her friend before groping Harry's ass. She left them in the private room just as Bella laughed. Harry heard another laugh that he didn't recognize. He looked over to the table and saw Bella with none other than her sister, Narcissa Malfoy.
The blonde before him was definitely sexier than the woman he remembered. This Narcissa Malfoy seemed younger, or perhaps she had just been through a lot less stress in this life. Staring at her beautiful face, he could definitely tell that the two women were sisters. Narcissa had the same smokey good looks that all the Black women had. Both women were dressed similarly. They each had on silk blouses, though Bella's was black and Narcissa's was an off-white cream color. Each wasn't fully buttoned, and neither woman was wearing a bra. In fact, Harry could see Narcissa's hard nipples tenting the thin, airy fabric. Looking down at them, he could see that both were proudly displaying their cock-hardening cleavage. Both were wearing skimpy skirts, and both were crossing their legs in exactly the same way. "Harry, this is my sister, Narcissa Malfoy," Bella introduced them. Narcissa held her hand out. Harry took it in his and kissed the top. Narcissa held onto his hand and gently pulled him down to sit beside her.
"Cissy, this is my assistant, Harry Potter."
"Charmed," Narcissa smiled at him.
"I've convinced Narcissa here to help with our class in a few weeks," Bella said, sipping on her tea.
"Oh?" Harry asked, turning to look into Narcissa's big, stormy-gray eyes.
"Yes. Bella was never what you would call an elegant dancer," Narcissa teased her sister. Bella tossed her a mock glare.
"I wasn't that bad, but Narcissa was the talented one in our family. After graduation, she became the hottest stripper that Diagon Alley had ever seen," Bella explained. Narcissa didn't even bother being humble. Instead, she wore a smug expression on her pretty face.
"I had men traveling across the world to come and see me," she told him with a twinkle in her eyes that would've made Dumbledore proud.
"As such, I thought it would be a good idea if Cissy was the one to teach the lessons about stripping," Bella said, nibbling on her biscuit. Rosmerta suddenly came in and placed a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits in front of him. As she did, she leaned over, giving him the perfect view of her tits. She smirked at him before leaving. Narcissa sighed.
"She'll never change. She's still the same horny slut that …" Narcissa began but stopped when Bella cleared her throat.
"I don't think we should spread tales of Rosie's indiscretions all over school," Bella said with a little, knowing smile.
"I suppose you're right," Narcissa said, sipping her own tea.
"Anyway … I hope you don't mind working with her, Harry," said Bella. Narcissa looked at him and arched one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows.
"Uhh … No, certainly not. I'll be happy to," Harry told them. "But …"
"But what?" Narcissa asked.
"I mean … Aren't you married?" Harry asked, confused. Both women giggled slightly.
"While some people marry for love, many marry out of convenience. I married out of convenience. To be honest, I'm not even sure where my husband is right now. He left the country on business weeks ago, and I've barely heard from him," Narcissa said. She didn't look like she cared all that much.
"That's a shame," Harry commented. Narcissa, however, chuckled.
"It really isn't. He lives his life, and I live mine. I prefer it that way. After all, while the cat's away, the mice will play, and there's so much naughty trouble to get into," she suddenly whispered into his ear. He felt her hot breath, and his cock instantly became hard. Harry was forced to spend the next hour being sexually teased by the hot MILF. By the time he went back to school, he was about ready to blow.
Red Light District
"Harry? I need you to do me a favor," Hermione said when he walked into her office. She was sitting at her desk, scribbling in her notebook.
"What kind of favor?" he asked, settling behind her. He started to massage her shoulders. After dealing with Narcissa, Harry was ready for a bit of sexy-time.
"Lavender and Parvati won't stop asking me if I can get you into our dorm room. Parvati and her twin, Padma, want to be, and I quote, 'devirginized before class next week'," Hermione snorted. "They won't allow me a moment of peace," she complained. "So will you please meet with them tonight so I can get a good night's sleep?" Harry smiled wickedly.
"Only if you let Susan and Hannah come with us to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I want Susan to pick out some new clothes for you. Don't worry, I'm paying for them," he quickly added.
"Well, I …"
"You know … I think I may have pulled a muscle in my groin, and I don't know if I can …"
"Alright! Fine, you blackmailing S.O.B.," Hermione huffed. She then squealed when Harry lifted her out of her chair and placed her on the couch. Her skirt was hiked up, and Harry pushed her knees apart. He then moved the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her lovely, little pussy. Harry quickly pulled down his trousers and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her rapidly wettening slit. Hermione moaned and began thrusting her hips slowly. Within seconds, her pussy juice was smeared all over his shaft.
"Tell them to meet me tonight at eight in my private room," Harry said huskily as he shoved his cock into her quivering depths. Hermione squealed and arched her back, cumming hard around his cock.
Chapter 8
"Come in, ladies," Harry smiled as he stepped aside, letting the three young ladies enter his room. The only thing he had on was a thick robe that slightly resembled Hugh Hefner's iconic smoking jacket. He could tell that two of them were a bit nervous. The Indian twins, Parvati and Padma were looking around while their friend, Lavender Brown only had eyes for him. As the night was upon them, the temperature of the castle had dipped, leaving practically every room with a chill. Harry's, however, was warm and comfortable. The fire in the fireplace was crackling and sending flicking, orange light around the semi-darkened room. Lavender thought the whole thing was very romantic, though she was the type of girl that thought everything was romantic.
"Thanks for letting us stay tonight," Lavender smiled. She walked up to him and jutted her chest out a bit. Lavender was wearing a very tight, long-sleeved shirt that was very low-cut. Her pale tits were nearly popping out of their fabric prison. Covering her legs were skin-tight jeans that made her ass look incredible. Lavender was a pretty girl, Harry thought. She had long, sandy-blonde hair and big, blue eyes. Her smile was big and bright, and her teeth were nice and straight. Her lips were neither big nor thin. He thought that they were the perfect size for her face. Her body was what captured the attention of the male population, however. Her breasts were big and perky and seemed to bounce around as she walked. She had nothing on Susan's tits, but then again, what girl did? Lavender had a bit of meat on her bones, which only made her sexier, in his opinion. Her waist was slim enough, and her hips flared out in a way that made Harry want to grab them. More than once he had daydreamed about holding onto her wide hips while furiously fucking her from behind.
Lavender wrapped her arms around his bicep and squeezed him tightly. His arm was enveloped by her two, luscious tits. "It's my pleasure, Lavender." The cheeky smile on her pretty face told him that there was going to be plenty of pleasure that night. "Can I offer you girls a drink?" Harry asked. The Patil twins joined them.
"What do you have?" Padma asked, her voice slightly shaky.
"How about a nice glass of red wine?" Harry asked them. Lavender immediately perked up.
"How wonderful!" she squealed. "We'll all have a glass."
Harry grabbed four glasses and the bottle and carried them back to the bed. By then, all four girls had kicked their shoes off and were sitting cross-legged on the bed. The twins smiled at him and then blushed. Their skin was light brown and blemish free. Their short dresses had ridden up their legs, showing off an expanse of soft, smooth skin. The neckline of their dresses dipped low, but their breasts weren't very big. He guessed small B-cups. Still, they looked very sexy nonetheless. Their hair was shiny black, long, and very thick. They had big, brown eyes that brilliantly reflected the flickering fire. Their lashes were long and thick, making their eyes seem even more feminine than Lavender's. They had little, cute noses that were perfectly straight. Their lips were full and pink. They also glistened in the light, making him believe that they were wearing lipgloss or lipstick. None of the three were very tall, though the twins were even shorter than Lavender. He handed the glasses to them, and each held it out for him to fill. Not long after, they were chatting while drinking down the bottle of wine. Once the bottle was dead, he could tell that the twins were a lot calmer. The alcohol had done its job and had taken the edge off. He took the glasses from them and set them on a side table. When he sat back down, Lavender being the bravest of the group, made the first move.
When her lips touched his, it didn't take her long before she was deepening the kiss. Harry moaned as he sucked on her warm tongue. His hands were moving up and down her thighs, but she was frustrated that her legs were covered by the thick fabric of her jeans. Breaking the kiss, she laid back and lifted her legs into the air. "A little help?" she asked in a teasing voice. Wiggling her backside a bit, Harry caught on to what she wanted. Undoing the button of her jeans, Harry tugged and jerked her tight jeans up her shapely legs and off of her small feet. Tossing them away, Lavender was left completely nude from the waist down. Her lips were hairless and thick, and he could imagine the level of camel toe that she could produce with her plump pussy. Harry caressed her slit with his fingers. He could feel her amazing heat, and the tips of his fingers became slick with her fragrant juices. Leaning down, he kissed her hard clit before inhaling her wonderful scent. Lavender arched her back and moaned.
"Harry!" she whined. "We came here for Parvati and Padma," she told him, but that didn't stop her from rubbing her clit against his lips. Harry sat up and placed his hand on her inner thigh. He let his thumb touch her clit before making it vibrate. Lavender moaned deeply and began squirming as he massaged her hard, little nub.
"You're absolutely right. We shouldn't ignore them," Harry teased as he watched Lavender massage her tits through her tight shirt. Her nipples were rock-hard and poking through the fabric. "Come here, girls," he called them over. The twins were squirming as they sat there watching their friend get pleasured. Parvati was the first to reach him. Harry kissed her deeply, loving the taste of her sweet lips. Harry then pulled Padma in by her ass, and he kissed her as well. She moaned into his mouth when he used his tongue to massage hers.
"Have either of you been with another girl?" Harry asked as he used his free hand to reach under Padma's dress and grope her panty-covered ass.
"Padma and I practiced kissing a few times," Parvati blushed. "They say we can earn a lot by …" she cleared her throat. "... being together," Parvati finished. Padma blushed deeply.
Harry agreed. Having a twin show would earn the big bucks. That was just the kind of thing he wanted at his new place. Not that he had any idea what kind of business he was going to open. Either way, he would make room for the Patil twins. "Do you girls have a contract yet?" Harry asked. They shook their heads. Harry inwardly smiled. He would make sure to have a contract signed before the end of the week. First, he needed to get them hooked. Lavender's moan broke him out of his thoughts. "Why don't you girls help Lavender with her shirt?" Harry smiled at them. He gave Padma a pop on the butt, and the sisters crawled over to each side of the blonde. Lavender sat up and lifted her arms. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, they lifted the shirt up until her big tits spilled out from the bottom. They bounced around and jiggled as they forced the shirt over her head. He had to admit, Lavender had the second-best set of tits from any of the students that he had seen, just behind Susan, of course. Padma gently placed her shirt aside and sat on her knees, waiting to be told what to do.
"How about you practice sucking Lavender's nipples while I get you both ready?" Harry asked as he came up behind Parvati. Just as Parvati leaned in and captured Lavender's hard, pink nipple between her lips, Harry's hands began to ride up her thighs and underneath her dress. Lavender moaned as both her nipples were being sucked on. Harry's hands had moved up Parvati's sides and around the front where he squeezed her pert tits. Parvati moaned with the nipple still in her mouth, making Lavender shudder from the vibrations. Taking his hands from her breasts, Harry grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up and off her body. Parvati let go of Lavender's nipple and lifted her arms up. When the dress was dropped to the floor, she was only wearing a pair of white panties.
Harry kissed her deeply, and when he shoved his hand down the front of her panties, Parvati squealed into his mouth. His fingers gently caressed her damp slit as their tongues danced together. He let his middle finger run up and down the length of her wet slit. Finally breaking the kiss, Harry left her behind and moved on to Padma.
By then, Lavender was on her back, and Padma was on her hands and knees sucking on her breast. She was pushing Lavender's big tits together and switching between nipples. Lavender's blue eyes were fluttering, and she was lovingly stroking Padma's long, thick hair. Padma's ass was sticking up in the air, and her short dress wasn't hiding anything from his eyes. Harry could see a wet spot forming on the crotch of her panties. While the twins didn't dress as revealing as some of the girls in school, their panties were quite skimpy. The back side of them was nothing more than a thin string that was wedged right up Padma's ass. Her pussy was barely covered by the small triangle of white cotton. In fact, Harry could see the sides of her smooth lips poking out from each side of the triangle. Her scent had his cock throbbing, and Harry reveled in the feeling of her incredibly soft skin as his fingertips grazed her lovely thighs. Leaning in, he kissed one of her cheeks before teasingly nipping at the other. Padma squealed and clenched her butt cheeks. Harry chuckled happily and stroked her covered pussy a few times before grabbing the bottom of her dress.
Flipping her dress up over her ass, Harry grabbed the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them off of her body. He watched as the thin string was pulled from between her cheeks, revealing her very tight-looking asshole. As her panties were pulled even lower, her pussy was exposed to him. Just like the rest of her body, her pussy was identical to Parvati's. He removed her panties the rest of the way and waved her sister over. Pulling Padma from Lavender's breast, he lifted her dress off of her and tossed it on top of Parvati's. With a hand on each of their asses, he pulled them in and kissed each of them in turn.
Slyly, after a few minutes, he turned it into a three-way kiss. When he pulled back, he smiled wickedly as the two sisters continued to make out. It took a little bit of gentle persuasion, but not long after, he had Padma on her back while Parvati was laying between her parted legs. Their kisses were loud and hot, and Lavender joined him in staring at the spectacle. Her hand was gripping his cock and jerking him furiously while Harry was stroking her wet slit. "While they're going at it, why don't we have a bit of fun?" Lavender teased him. Harry had other plans for them.
Red Light District
Padma's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lay with her back against Harry's front. His magnificent cock was lodged deep inside her pussy, even as she violently came on him. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around her slim belly, holding her in place. His other hand was pressed firmly between her legs, and his vibrating fingers rubbed circles around her sensitive clit. Even as she came all over his cock, he continued to thrust into her while massaging her clit. She let out a panicked squeal. Her vision was beginning to blur, and she was afraid that she might pass out. Harry's cock then slipped from her wet pussy and was captured by Lavender's slutty lips. Padma rolled off of him, breathing heavily. Behind Lavender, Parvati was loudly slurping on her wet pussy. Removing her mouth from Harry's cock, Lavender then helped Parvati climb on top of his still-hard cock. The buxom blonde helped her friend take his cock and press it against her delicate opening. When she felt it in place, Parvati dropped down, taking him back inside of her with a wet squelching sound.
"Oh, Goddess!" Parvati cried out in a hoarse-sounding voice. "You're going to split me apart!" she squealed as her pussy began fluttering again. Harry pulled her down so that her top half was resting against him.
"Padma," Harry called out. The girl sat up and looked at the rutting pair. She ran her fingers through her tangled, messy hair. Padma watched as Harry grabbed her sister's cheeks and spread them apart. Suddenly, Parvati's hole was exposed to her. The normally tight hole was being stretched as Harry forced her cheeks open. "Come give your sister a lick," she heard him tease. Padma flushed red but did as he ordered.
She knew that she was going to have to do this stuff with her sister someday. 'I may as well do it now,' she thought to herself as she positioned herself behind her sister's ass. From this vantage point, she could see her sister's pussy being stretched around his thick cock. His shaft was streaked with smears of white cream from Parvati's pussy. Padma quickly wondered if she had creamed his cock in the same way. With every thrust, a perverted noise escaped her sister's groin. The smell of sex was overpowering, but it only seemed to turn Lavender on even more. As Lavender began making out with Harry even as he fucked her sister, Padma could definitely see why Parvati sometimes called her a slut. Turning back to the puckering hole, Padma leaned down and let her tongue fall from her soft, pink lips.
Parvati bit down on Harry's shoulder. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she didn't know how much more of a beating her g-spot could take. She gasped loudly when her cheeks were split apart. Hearing that her sister was about to lick her back there had her heart thundering in her chest. When Padma's warm, wet tongue traced the rim of her asshole, Parvati squeaked loudly as her pussy clamped down hard on Harry's thrusting cock. Then she let out a deep moan when her tongue touched the hole itself. It flicked over her ticklish flesh, making her cheeks clench tightly. Harry, however, was holding them open and letting Padma's tongue have its way with her tight, little asshole. Then out of nowhere, she felt Padma's tongue harden and begin to push inside of her. "Paddy!" she squealed, looking over her shoulder wildly. Her eyes were wild, and her pussy was contracting and milking this cock. Throwing her head back, Parvati moaned like a whore as her asshole was being fucked by her sister's tongue.
"Way to go, Padma!" Lavender cheered before giggling. Harry rolled over, taking Parvati with him. With her on her back, Harry pulled out and placed her sister right on top of her. He then positioned himself between their legs and began fucking them both, switching from one to the other then back again. Padma squeaked as her body was jerked forward with every thrust of his cock. She had just come down from a massive orgasm, but now it was quickly returning. Her hard nipples were rubbing against her sister's, and they were both panting and moaning in each other's ears. At some point, Lavender joined in and began another three-way kiss. All three were kissing, licking, and sucking on each other while Harry took turns making them cum. He even got Lavender from behind and made her fat ass jiggle and her cheeks clap from the brutal fucking he gave her.
Being pushed onto his back, Harry locked his fingers behind his head and luxuriated in the sensation of three girls worshiping his cock. The twins were sliding their lips up and down the sides of his shaft while Lavender wiggled her tongue around the tip. She looked at him with a smirk and took him down her throat. Halfway down, she gagged and pulled off of him, leaving his shaft coated in her saliva. Parvati's hand began pumping his cock and massaging the saliva into his skin. "Looks like someone needs more practice," Parvati giggled. Lavender glared and crossed her arms underneath her big tits. Padma, meanwhile, was busy slurping on his bloated sack.
"Let's see how good you are," Lavender challenged her, pushing his cock toward her. Parvati grabbed his cock and tried her best to force it all the way down her throat. She also gave up halfway with a gag. Eventually, they stopped their arguing and went back to sharing his cock.
Red Light District
Harry moaned as he leaned back against Lavender. His back was to her chest, and he was settled between her parted thighs. Her hands were around his waist with one fondling his balls while the other worked his cock with long, deep strokes. On the bed in front of them, the twins were gasping and moaning as they rubbed their naked pussies together. Both of their hips were thrusting back and forth, and Harry could hear how wet they were as their slits were mashed together. Lavender's hand jerked him harder and harder, and he squeezed her thick thighs. "Getting close," Harry moaned as she lightly squeezed his balls.
Parvati quickly jumped to her feet and straddled him. Sandwiched between the two best friends, Harry gasped as Parvati dropped down on his cock and let him cum deep inside of her. Her inexperienced hips rocked back and forth as she worked the cum from his balls. Once he had pumped her full of cum, he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her up to his lips. He kissed her deeply just as his slippery cock popped out of her cum-filled hole. Before his cock could even grow cold, Padma had taken it into her mouth and sucked him clean. Not satisfied, she then turned to her sister and began licking the cum straight from her dripping pussy.
Harry looked at the twins and smirked. 'They're not there yet, but it's a good start,' he thought as Parvati moaned and came on her sister's tongue.
Chapter 9
While Harry stared across the Great Hall, the girls were happily chirping and giggling by his side. Harry paid them no mind as he absentmindedly spooned some food into his mouth. Down at the Gryffindor table, Neville wasn't looking too good. In fact, he was lazily rubbing the scar on his forehead. Harry thought back to his fourth year. It was then that he remembered the visions of Voldemort and how he always woke up with his scar hurting. It hadn't been a good time for him. He guessed that Neville had been going through something similar.
Harry felt bad for him. He knew that the experiences and the accompanying headaches weren't pleasant in the least, especially when he witnessed the murder of the old muggle at the Riddle house. As he studied the boy, Harry had a very bad thought. What if Neville isn't up to the task? Just because Harry came out on top didn't automatically mean that Neville would. Harry had a great group of friends who were by his side the whole way. Sure, on occasion Ron could be a jealous git, but in the end, he always came back to do the right thing. Harry looked at Neville's side.
Ron was shoveling food into his mouth while he glared at Hermione. Hermione's cheeks were flushed pink as it appeared that several boys were flirting with her. It seemed that her new wardrobe which Susan and Hannah helped her pick out was doing its job. Hermione's blouse was much tighter and was unbuttoned quite a bit. He could see that she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were poking through the front of her white shirt. 'Susan must have taught her the spell to magically support her breasts,' Harry thought as he looked at his assistant. Though he couldn't currently see it, he knew that her skirt was way shorter than the ones she normally wore. Most of her soft, smooth thighs were now exposed as she bounced along the corridors between classes. Even her hair was sleeker and shinier, and the prettiness of her face was amplified by a dash of makeup here and there. It was easy to see why the Gryffindor boys were paying such close attention to her. Ron, however, looked just as jealous as he remembered during the Yule Ball when Viktor Krum was her date. This Ron didn't just look jealous, however. He looked jealous and enraged. Harry shook his head. He wasn't sure if Neville would be able to count on Ron to back him up. This wasn't the Ron that Harry remembered, and he had a suspicion as to why.
He had always done his best to include Ron, and he went out of his way to avoid flaunting his money or fame. Neville likely didn't do any of that. It wasn't his fault though. Neville didn't grow up the way Harry did. Neville still had a decent family to raise him. He had a grandmother and other relatives. Neville grew up fairly normal. Harry grew up practically friendless and alone. Once he finally had some friends, Harry was going to make certain that his friends remained, especially in his younger years.
There was another thing that Harry noticed. Neville was always dressed nicely. Way back then, Harry was always dressed in hand-me-down rags. Though he never mentioned it to anyone, Harry knew that Ron secretly liked it. It meant that Ron wasn't the only one in secondhand clothes, and his were often in better shape than Harry's. It gave Ron a sense of satisfaction that at least there was one thing that he had that Harry didn't. With Neville, Ron didn't even have that. Another thing that Harry didn't take into account was the fact that gold was even more scarce here. People earned a lot less. Even the wealthy purebloods weren't nearly as rich as they were in his first life. The Weasleys were obviously struggling more in this terrible economy. Harry had checked. All the members of the Weasley family were the same. That meant that the only females were Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. Ginny was still in school and wasn't able to legally whore herself out yet. Harry didn't know much about Molly in this world, but he assumed that she wasn't earning anything for the family. All in all, the Weasleys were quite broke. It was probably many small things like that which made Ron more angry than Harry remembered.
All of this boiled down to one question. Does Harry trust that Neville will accomplish his destiny, just as he had done? Harry wouldn't bet his life on it. He wouldn't bet Hermione's life … or Susan's … or Hannah's … or anyone else's. As he thought about this, his stomach began to twist and knot up. Was he really going to try and jump in like some lunatic obsessed with being the hero? Harry thought about it for a moment before he sighed in relief. He didn't really need to. He could just give Neville a bit of help … a bit of secret help that is. There was no need to make a target of himself. It was much safer for him and everyone else if Harry helped out a bit from the shadows. But how could he go about helping? … That was the question. He'd give it some thought later.
Harry's thoughts about the Yule Ball made him realize something. "Hey, girls?" Harry called out quietly to them. They looked at him.
"Yeah?" Hannah asked.
"Will you girls teach me how to dance properly?" he quietly asked. The girls looked at each other and burst into a giggle fit. "Shhh!" Harry tried to quiet them, embarrassed.
"Of course we will, Harry, but where is this coming from?" Susan asked, still giggling slightly.
"You have to keep this a secret … promise?"
They nodded.
"There's going to be a Ball held here in school during Christmas, and I don't want to look like a flouncing idiot on the dance floor," he told them.
"A Ball?!" Hannah squealed. Harry shushed her again with a glare. "I mean, a Ball?" she squealed much quieter.
"Where did you hear that?" Susan asked, equally excited.
"Let's just say that I know some important people and got some inside information," he told them, sounding smug. They raised their eyebrows. "Let's also say that I did some research, and I found out that there's always a Yule Ball during every Triwizard Tournament. It's tradition." The girls snorted.
"Oh! I can't wait!" Hannah said dreamily.
"We can practice in my room. It should be more than big enough to move around in," Harry said. He wasn't going to spend the Ball sitting around like a gormless fool like he did last time. Harry planned to have fun this time. Sadly, he never had the opportunity to learn how to properly dance before his bout with Dragon Pox. He wasn't going to wait until it was too late. Dying young really gave you a proper perspective on life.
Red Light District
Marietta Edgecombe gripped the sheets tightly as her head tilted back. She bit her lower lip as her eyes fluttered closed. She let out a cute, little whine as her pussy squeezed the long, thick cock that was steadily penetrating her. "Harry …" she whispered in a soft, needy voice. Her young body quivered, causing her lovely, little tits to shake. Her hard, pink nipples were stiff and aching.
"How Marietta is reacting to Harry is perfect if he is looking for the 'Girlfriend Experience'. However, I don't believe she is playing the part … are you, Marietta?" Bella teased. All the girls giggled. Marietta choked out a soft cry as the head of Harry's cock hit her g-spot again. The class was surrounding the bed while their professor was on the bed kneeling next to her, completely nude.
"If he is, however, looking for a wild, passionate fuck, then this is definitely a fail," Bella warned. "You need to pull yourself together, girl."
"S-Sorry, Professor! It's never felt this good with other boys!" Marietta squeaked as her body bucked. Harry felt her wet insides continuously squeezing his shaft. It felt bloody amazing if he did say so himself.
"Yes … Our darling Harry does have a wonderful cock, doesn't he?" she said, looking at Harry with a smirk. The girls began giggling again. "But that is no excuse. You must learn to deal with the pleasure and properly perform for your client." All Marietta could do was squeak as she came again. Bella sighed.
"Mr. Potter … Fuck her like a whore deserves to be fucked," Bella commanded. Harry smiled wickedly.
"Of course, Professor!" he chirped.
Marietta's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Oh! No, I can't … HARRY!" she squealed like a pig as Harry pushed her knees wide open and began jackhammering into her already cumming pussy. Marietta looked around and saw all her classmates watching her cum over and over. Not only that, but her pussy was making the most embarrassing noises.
"Holey Moley! I've never seen a pussy that wet before!" one of the girls said which caused even more giggling. Marietta covered her face with her hands as her pussy clamped down on him again. She wouldn't be surprised if the squelching of her pussy could be heard all the way down the corridor. Her hands were suddenly wrenched from her face. Now she could see Professor Lestrange glaring at her.
"A whore never covers her face in embarrassment! Have some pride in yourself," Bella told her, clearly annoyed.
"I … can't … I …" she cried out before screaming with pleasure. Harry folded her body in half while pounding her squirting pussy. Her back was arched and her toes curled painfully. Marietta's vision was beginning to go black.
"At least she's a squirter. That'll be worth a Sickle or two," Bella scoffed. Harry groaned as her pussy massaged his thrusting shaft.
"I'm about to …" he started but was cut off by Bella.
"Finish on her face. She doesn't deserve a creampie after such a poor performance," Bella ordered. Harry complied. He pulled out at just the last second before a large spurt of cum hit the pretty girl right in the face. A large glob landed in her reddish blonde hair while another landed in her wide-open gob. Harry didn't stop cumming until her face was completely coated in his seed.
Red Light District
It was late at night, and Harry snuck out of the Room of Requirement holding Ravenclaw's Diadem. He assumed that Neville had destroyed the diary. The rumors about Quirrell's disappearance pretty much matched up with the rumors that the students told during his time as the Boy Who Lived. He guessed that Neville was also a Horcrux as well as Nagini. He also guessed that the ring was in the same spot, in Marvolo Guant's shack. He would have to check about the locket and cup. He wasn't sure if they were in Grimmauld Place and Bella's bank vault or not.
Harry wished that he could just go over to Riddle's house and ambush him. Unfortunately, there were likely alarms and traps all over the little village. That's why he put off going to retrieve the ring until later. There was also the fact that Harry was still quite young and was definitely not skilled enough to take on Voldemort in an even fight. Sure, Voldemort was likely still in his homunculus form and he could probably just step on him, but that didn't mean that he didn't have help. Harry didn't know who was helping him this time. Was it Wormtail again? All that Harry could find was that Peter was supposedly dead, and Ron never had a rat named Scabbers. Then there was the prophecy to consider. Dumbledore always said that the prophecy didn't matter, but in the end, Harry fulfilled it. Magic was just weird sometimes, and it was best to be careful when messing around with things like prophecies.
There was another problem. Harry didn't have access to any Basilisk venom or the Sword of Gryffindor. He couldn't go down into Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets because he was no longer a Parselmouth. He had checked and found that he no longer had the ability, or rather, the Harry of this reality never had the skill to begin with. Harry wasn't dumb enough to use Fiendfyre to destroy the Diadem. He'd likely end up burning down the entire castle. Until he could figure it out, he'd keep the Diadem safe.
Harry walked into his room and quietly placed the Diadem at the bottom of his trunk. With that done, he stripped down and joined Susan and Hannah in bed.
Red Light District
Ronald Weasley was rightly pissed at Hermione, though he had a sinking suspicion that she didn't even realize that he was angry. She was too busy doing her own thing. The year started off fine … great even, considering that they went to the Quidditch World Cup Finals. However, once back in school, that's where things went wrong.
He had no idea that Hermione was going to be joining that whore training class. He would have never suspected it of her. Hermione was always very shy and timid, except when it came to their studies, then she could be a raging madwoman. He and Neville always joked that she was brilliant but scary. Ron had never seen Hermione act in any kind of sexual way, which was a bit strange now that he thought about it. Most girls did, though in different ways. Some flirted while others dressed in revealing clothes. Some dated a lot of different boys, and he even heard rumors that a few girls were secretly whoring themselves out right there in school! He really wished that he could find out who they were … not that he had the gold to pay them, he thought sullenly. Hermione did none of this … or rather, she didn't do any of this before going to that class. It wasn't even the class's fault, Ron realized. It was his fault … Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was chosen as Professor Lestrange's assistant, a position that every boy in school wanted. Ron reckoned that he might have been chosen if the professor was smart enough to actually let him try out. Instead, she took one look at him and dismissed him. He had never felt such a harsh sting of embarrassment. He had been warned by other boys that the professor of Magical Sexuality was always extremely picky when it came to tryouts. Very few boys were even allowed the chance to try out. Ron, of course, didn't listen. He puffed his chest out while thinking of all the girls that he'd get to fuck. Instead, he was sent back to his Common Room where Neville asked, "How'd it go?" Ron would never forget the amused look on Neville's face when he asked him that.
Ron blushed massively and told him that she was too busy to see him at the moment. Neville knew it was a lie. He just snickered and went back to reading his Quidditch Quarterly magazine while Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to reading her book. He was humiliated. Not only was he dismissed by the incredibly sexy Bellatrix Lestrange who every boy wanted to fuck, but he was now being openly mocked by his own friends.
If that wasn't bad enough, Harry fucking Potter was chosen as her assistant, and he immediately chose Hermione as his assistant. Why he chose her was a mystery to him. Hermione was okay-looking, but there were so many other girls that rated higher on the wank-ability scale as Seamus had called it. Even Potter's friend, Susan Bones, would have been a better choice. In truth, she would have been a great choice. Ron often thought about her big, bouncing tits when he wanked at night. Then there was Lavender with her own big tits, and Greengrass with her very pretty face. His point was that there were many girls that he could have chosen from. Why did he choose Hermione?
Ron snarled when he saw her come down dressed like a Slytherin slut for the first time. Practically every boy in the Common Room looked her way, and some even went up and talked to her. Hermione's skirt was so short that her ass could be seen whenever she bent over. When he saw that she was wearing a thong, he couldn't stop his cock from springing to life. Her hair was fixed nicely, and her cleavage was exposed. When Lavender and Parvati pulled her aside and asked about her sudden makeover, Hermione admitted that Potter was the one responsible. Not only that, but the git actually paid for an entire new wardrobe for her! She had a whole closet full of slutty outfits! His hand had curled into a fist as his heart thumped heavily in his chest.
He had sat there fuming, and Hermione didn't even look at him. She didn't ask what was wrong with him, and she barely even acknowledged his existence. The whole time he sat there glaring, he couldn't help but look at her smooth thighs and wonder what it would feel like to be between them. His rage burned brighter when he realized that Potter had already been between them. Ron overheard Lavender and Parvati gossiping. They giggled when talking about how hard Hermione orgasmed on his cock during class. Then there was the gossip about Potter's cock. When he heard how big it was, Ron's stomach dropped. The news came directly from Lavender's sweet lips. She had taken his cock personally, so this was no secondhand information. Parvati giggled and talked about how he battered the wall of her cervix. She proudly stated in a voice loud enough for him to hear how she came twelve times that night and how she wanted another threesome between him and Lavender. Ron's blood boiled. Potter already had the best girls in Hufflepuff, but now he wanted the best girls in Gryffindor as well? Now Ron had to sit there with his hard, four-inch penis straining in his trousers while thinking about Hermione being violated by his … Ron tried not to think about the size of him.
Neville didn't seem to care about it. In fact, he had congratulated Hermione on her being chosen. Hermione beamed with happiness and hugged him tightly. When asked why he didn't try out to be the professor's assistant, he just shrugged and said that he had other things to worry about. This angered Ron. Neville had so much that he didn't even want such a prestigious position. No doubt there were many girls that were offering themselves to the Boy Who Lived. Not a single one offered themselves to the Boy Who Lived's best mate though, Ron thought angrily. Suddenly, Hermione came down from her dorm dressed like a complete slut. Ron shot her a glare, but Hermione paid no attention to him. She was holding what looked like an overnight bag as she happily bounced for the Common Room exit. Ron watched her go, his anger seething. As if on autopilot, he got up and followed her out, not even responding when Neville asked him where he was going. He kept a respectable distance, following Hermione all the way up to the seventh floor. Ron peeked around the corner and watched her walk up to a door and give it a soft knock. Ron knew whose room it was. It was Potter's private room which was located right next to Hermione's private office. He had only been in her office once, but it was enough to make him quite jealous. The door opened, and a pair of hands reached through the open doorway and grabbed Hermione by her ass. Hermione squealed in delight as she was pulled into the room. The door slammed shut right after, leaving Ron standing there alone like a bumbling idiot.
His mind must have blanked, because he suddenly found himself standing right outside Potter's door. He placed his hand on the door handle, intent on giving it a turn. Instead, a violent shock of electricity popped loudly and sent a bolt of painful energy up his arm. He cried out as his arm went limp. Ron whimpered pathetically as he scampered away. The next day, he was so worked up that he had it out with Hermione on their way to Herbology. He accused her of being a traitor and said that Potter was only interested in her to get to Neville. When Hermione whipped out her wand, Ron was actually scared for a moment. He knew that she knew some pretty wicked spells, and he wasn't keen on being used as a guinea pig.
"How dare you?!" Hermione snarled. "Harry hasn't asked a single thing about Neville … Not even once! And if he was just using me, why would he have offered me a management job after graduation? Huh? You haven't got an answer to that, do you?"
Ron sputtered. Potter was already trying to steal her away after school as well?
"Management? Managing what?" Ron asked angrily. It was probably another plot by Potter to make a fool of him … and Neville too, of course.
"Never you mind! It's none of your business," Hermione sniffed, flipping her hair and walking away from him.
"It is my business! You're supposed to be our friend, not Potter's!" Ron called out at Hermione's back. " … Hermione?" he called out again. He then turned to Neville who was still at his side. "Can you believe her?"
Neville shook his head and sighed. He knew that Ron could be more than a little jealous sometimes, and he should have known that he would be jealous that Hermione was spending time with Harry Potter. Neville really didn't want to get involved in their arguments. He had enough of his own problems. Thinking it best to not answer, he simply grunted, which Ron took as him taking his side. Neville knew that the problem was only going to get worse before it got any better.
Red Light District
Harry was checking over his Transfiguration essay when there was a knock on the door. Putting the parchment down, Harry got up and opened the door. He was surprised to find Ron standing there with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Yes?" Harry asked, waiting for his former friend to answer. Ron's face was red, and Harry could see that he was angry, though he was trying not to show it.
"Stay away from Hermione," he finally said with a slow and steady voice. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"And if I don't?" Harry wasn't going to back down from Ron, and he definitely wasn't going to stay away from Hermione. Ron answered by throwing a punch right at his face.
Harry's body acted on its own. Before Ron's fist could connect with his face, Harry's hand caught Ron's fist and stopped it dead in its tracks. What he didn't know was that Harry's body was flooded with Ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods. Ron looked at his fist in shock. Harry, however, twisted Ron's arm behind his back and tugged upward on it. Ron screamed in pain. Now angry, Harry guided Ron's body away from his door, and he slammed Ron's front into the corridor wall. Ron grunted painfully from the violent collision.
"I'm not going to stay away from Hermione, and if I hear about you giving her a hard time, then I'm going to finish this fight … understand?" Harry asked. Ron only thrashed around trying to break free. "I said, do you understand?" Harry asked again, lifting up on Ron's bent arm again. Ron cried out in agony. It felt as though his arm was going to snap.
"YES!" Ron squealed.
"Say it."
"I understand!" Ron blubbered as his eyes began watering. Harry twisted his body around and pushed him away. Ron stumbled to the ground but quickly got to his feet. He stood there for a second looking at Harry. Harry wondered if Ron was thinking about physically attacking him again, or possibly pulling his wand on him. Not in the mood for either, Harry menacingly stepped forward. Ron stumbled backward and turned tail. He was halfway down the corridor before Harry could take another step. Shaking his head, Harry went back into his room. He was definitely not the Ronald Weasley that he remembered.
Before Harry could even sit back down, another knock on the door came. Harry sighed. "What now?"
When he opened the door this time, the beautiful Daphne Greengrass was standing there looking as sexy as ever.