'Hmmm…'
The dark-haired young wizard splayed his legs outward, his knees bumping into the upholstery of the opposite seat. His recently elongated legs found it difficult to fit between the cozy compartment seats.
"So Padma, how was your holiday?" Harry asked the beautiful girl, who was wearing an identical outfit to her twin. He would have trouble separating them if not for the transfiguration tome that was sprawled on the Ravenclaw twin's lap.
"Umm… Good." Padma Patil looked at her grinning sister in askance, stumped about the arrival of the most famous boy of Hogwarts to their compartment. No. Not a boy! A fucking young man, she corrected herself.
Even though she could hardly call herself an acquaintance of the famous Harry Potter, her stealthy observation from afar confirmed that the man sitting opposite her was far, far different from last year. Hell, that smug smirk that was spread across the Gryffindor's face was also so uncharacteristic that she almost shouted at her sister for bringing an imposter.
"Forget about my sister, Harry. She is probably upset about the interruption of her study time." Parvati, who was sitting by the young Potter's side, dragged Harry's attention toward herself, gripping the bulging biceps of the young man, stroking the hard, corded muscle with awe in her eyes.
"Then, maybe, I better—"
"NO!"
Harry internally grinned as the shy Ravenclaw flushed, only the dusky tone of her hiding the redness that would have been prevalent on a pale-skinned witch.
"No need for that, Harry. As housemates, we should get to know each other better. Don't you think so? And you barely talk with anyone besides Ron and Hermione." Parvati pouted, her grip on his biceps tightening so much that Harry doubted he could have even gotten up from his seat.
"And as for our holiday, we went to India, you know…"
"Really?"
"Yeah! Maybe you could spend next summer with us. India's magical sites are among the oldest in the entire world. And my cousins would be so jealous if you could visit—"
"Parvati! Do you really think Ma and Pa would allow a boy to accompany us?" Harry's eyebrows raised as Padma hissed at her sister.
Even though he was sure that spending a summer in India would be a fascinating experience, he had hoped to spend the train ride with the most gorgeous twins in Hogwarts doing something else than making plans for his next summer hols… Something more pleasurable.
Harry stared at the quarreling sisters, eyes drinking in their heaving bosoms. The tailored robes gave a clear imprint of their size and heft.
He wondered if every aspect of the twins would also be identical. The clothed indentation implied so. But he needed to examine them with his hands and tongue. Just to be sure.
Though they were clearly nowhere near the sizes of the three older acquaintances of his. Maybe not even close to the bustiest of the Gryffindor girl Lavender. But maybe they could challenge his female best friend with their rotundness.
But it's not just a single pair, is it? Two identical pairs…
Saliva pooled in his mouth, just thinking about it. The sudden silence of the bickering pair, however, penetrated the animalistic, lusty haze that his mind now regularly lost into.
The reason for their silence also became apparent when the dainty hand that was squeezing his arm crawled down his lap and slowly glided across his trousers. His massively tented trouser.
Harry hissed as the forefinger and thumb of the hand stalled at the highest point of the tent, before circling the round ball that was flaring the topmost part.
"Parvati! Stop that!" Padma Patil's scandalized whisper rang around the silent compartment which her twin ignored with learned expertise.
"My~my~Harry. Every part of your body has grown. It seems." Harry gave a wink at his companion, who glanced at his face with awed reverence.
"Your sister doesn't seem that impressed, though," Harry said. He lazily draped his arms over Parvati's shoulder and dragged her body towards him so all that womanly curve could press against his muscles.
"Parvati! Ma said not to do anything before marriage or she will disinherit us!" Padma bit her lips, eyes glued to her twin's hand.
"Well, sis… It's already too late for me, then."
"What?"
Harry wasn't surprised to hear that an outgoing girl like Parvati had already done the dirty. But her sister certainly seemed so…
"Common, Pad… Don't tell me you aren't intrigued?" Parvati said, now both hands gripping the clothed rod; as if measuring it for its worth. "It's nothing like I have ever come across."
Padma Patil stared at her sister before gulping loud enough to be heard across from the carriage. Her hands twitched. Her conscience fought furiously against the teenager's desire. Both sides engaged in a tug of war. With one side promising the adulation and wealth of her family while another side promising untold bodily pleasure.
Harry wished Padma would just hurry up. His engorged flesh craved some naked skin-to-skin fun.
"If you are so impressed, why not examine it thoroughly?" Harry asked, leaving the Ravenclaw twin to stew in her mind.
Parvati seemed to be just waiting for his encouragement, hands immediately latching onto the buckle of his leather belts. Her persistent fumbling and a bit of wiggling on his part snapped his belt open, making the young Indian witch tear his button in a hurry.
A grinning Harry was just raising his butt to pull down the offending garment in front of two sets of wide brown eyes when a furious banging on their compartment door made him stumble out of his seat.
Motherfucker…
Even though the blinds were drawn over the glass window, Harry could see the familiar uncontrollable curls of his female best friend bouncing above the topmost part of the curtain.
Hermione…!!!
"You coming, Harry?"
"What about Ron?"
Hermione ignored her friend's grouching and stalked ahead of him, pushing people aside with some unknown piece of magic. Or maybe just her presence. "Do you really want to sit with Ron and his girlfriend, sucking each other's face?"
Harry grimaced. The young Potter trudged along the stony gravel of station behind his friend, transitioning into the moist soil of Hogsmeade. No doubt courtesy of Scotland's ever-persistent rain.
Hermione snapped the door shut of their carriage the moment both of them stepped inside it, causing Harry's eyebrows to raise.
That was really un-Hermione-like. Usually, she loved discussing magical theory with her study buddies during their horse-less carriage rides, whom Harry and Ron had to endure begrudgingly for their friend's sake.
"So Hermione, why exactly were you searching for me again? You were very vague in front of the Patils." Harry tried not to sound too accusing, but his irritation might have been prevalent as the girl sitting opposite him flinched slightly.
"Umm… you see… I was—" Hermione fumbled, averting her friend's bright eyes. Even though she had prepared herself for weeks to confront Harry about his immoral activities, her vaunted Gryffindor courage faltered just at the time of her need. "I was… wondering ifyouhavecompletedyourhomework?"
"Slow down…" Harry scrunched his eyebrows. "And take a breath, Hermione. Not everyone has the intelligence to decipher puzzles."
Hermione flushed at Harry's attempt at jest, dearly wishing that she was similarly vapid like her dormmates so that she would stop overthinking about simple matters. Like confronting her hung best friend about his habit of taking liberties with a married woman.
"I mean… I haven't seen you complete our summer assignments." Hermione said, finally meeting her friend's gorgeous green eyes before quickly looking toward the open window of the carriage, cursing herself in her mind a thousand times for that lame diversion. The scattering light of the full moon illuminated their whole carriage, awashing their bodies in a silvery glow.
Harry sighed. What exactly he was expecting? Of course, their resident bookworm would only care about homeworks. But did she really have to blueball me?
Harry was already dreading returning to Hogwarts, especially after the wild last few weeks. Even after returning from France and the claws of those lusty veelas, Harry had been plowing the Weasley matriarch at every given opportunity. Only those giant marshmallowy tities of Ron's mom helped him forget about his conundrum regarding his animagus form. And, of course, the dark lord's perversion of soul attached to his scar. How could he forget about that?
Now that his access to that willing mature pussy was temporarily revoked, The Potter heir was understandably upset, and if his best female friend kept interrupting his attempt to woo young, willing maidens…
Maybe he should discuss his issues with Hermi—
A plump butt was suddenly forced into his lap followed by the weight of a deceptively curvy female.
What the…
A small, dainty hand burrowed into his messy black hair before dragging his head forward. His eyes widened as Hermione's gorgeous face and large caramel-colored eyes flashed across his vision before a pair of pouty lips mashed into his own, stealing his breath unlike ever before.
A taste of mint invaded his taste buds. His beautiful friend's sudden desire to taste his tonsil might have unnerved Harry a year prior, but now…
Harry Potter put his large hands under the cushiony bum of the brunette, gasping in surprise as layers and layers of muscle resisted his force to deform those fatty cheeks.
Damn… All those hours of repeated staircase hopping certainly have their use.
His initiative egged the bookworm on, mashing their bodies together as much as two fully dressed teenagers could.
The young wizard wanted to ask dozens of questions about what brought this sudden sense of madness to his best friend, but… those questions could wait.
Harry gasped as Hermione swiped her tongue along the border of his lips, a tentative askance of permission.
He opened his mouth in a hurry, knocking their teeth together and wincing at the flair of pain that erupted due to their clumsy passion.
"Oh!"
"Ouch!"
Both separated from their liplock and stared at each other. His friend's roving eyes conveyed such naked desire that Harry was breathless for a single moment. Not for long, though. This time, the animagus was the instigator. Capturing the swollen lips of his best friend between his teeth and distending them with a paltry force.
"Mmmm…." The lusty moan from the straight-laced bookworm raced Harry's pulse without brake. His tamer of veelas and redheaded sluts ground against the groin of the young woman. His hand was mauling the clothed back of Hermione, His intention to rip them off was clear by his increasing aggressiveness.
Their clothes were on the verge of flying off when the carriage ground to a sudden halt, swaying them sideways and disengaging them from their embrace.
Harry cursed his bad luck again, hands searching for the slim belly of the girl in his lap when the said girl jumped away from him like just being electrocuted, tumbling backward on the floor of the wooden carriage.
"Hermione… what just…" Harry stared at the hyperventilating brunette with a smoky, emerald gaze. Eyes devouring the mussed-up hair, blood-red swollen lips, and creased robes. His dick throbbed inside his boxers, giving a clear view of his tented robes.
"Harry… I… I…" Hermione gaped at his face, then at his bulging crotch, then at his face again as if her brilliant mind short-circuited in deciding her favorite place to look at.
"Thatwasastupidmistake and I'm sorry!" And in typical Hermione fashion, the busty brunette bookworm turned around after ejaculating all those words in a single breath and jumped out of the carriage, in the clear view of other students, disembarking from their rides.
Harry Potter stared at the hightailing physique of his best friend who had just turned his world upside down with a single snog, still hardly believing that an inexperienced teenager poured more passion into his body than all of his previous older lovers combined.
How was he going to face her again?
Harry stumbled from the carriage, his ears catching a high-pitched voice from the side. An extremely familiar and annoying voice.
Not in the mood and not wanting to test his new bestial temperament, Harry Potter followed the retreating figure of his current thought, his brisk pace and towering figure catching the eyes of every single girl scattered throughout the courtyard.
Now he really needs to unload his issues into his female friend. And hopefully, unload a lot more than that.
The black-haired young wizard shuffled along the railing of the astronomy tower, gritting his teeth. He had hoped to cool the raging inferno of lust ignited by the continuous teasing of the Gryffindor girls by the moist, chilly wind of the tall tower. Alas, his lonesome introspection in the large moonlit astronomy tower barely helped his problem.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember the feel of Hermione's demanding lips. Ravishing him, devouring him with a hunger that Harry dared to say, even eclipsed the veela's passion. Her beautiful body mashed to his form, hands gliding over his muscles…
Shit! He has to stop thinking about his busty bookworm of a friend.
"Standing alone, Potter? I have to say, didn't think the mudblood would be clever enough to ditch you already." A nasally voice caused Harry to whirl around and lo-and-behold His nemesis Draco Malfoy's pug-faced girlfriend stood at the entrance of the tower, a sneer spread across her face.
It startled Harry to realize that the pale face that was decidedly unattractive seemed to have gone through a similar monumental change like himself—the small, upturned, and puglike nose transforming into a cute button nose somehow. Along with the short bob-cut dark hair and the red, pouty lips, Harry was horrified, realizing his rising envy toward Draco Malfoy.
"What? Not impressed by your trouser wand? Is she?" Harry glared at the smirking Slytherin. "I mean… it's common knowledge among purebloods that Half-bloods like you are inferior to us."
Well, only the outer shell seemed replaced. Same rotten shit inside.
"What are you doing here, Parkinson? Last I heard, your snake den is in the dungeons."
Pansy Parkinson sauntered inside the tower, a small green skirt complimenting her white button-up shirt.
"Draco was sure that you must be crying somewhere. Not that I cared," Pansy hastily added, standing just a few feet away from his towering form. "I just wanted to watch you bawl your eyes out for your favorite mudblood."
Harry's emerald eyes bored into the brown ones of the bigoted girl, hands balling into fists. The full moon illuminated both of their figures, Harry's tanned, muscular form standing across the pale, curvy Slytherin. Harry's eyes inadvertently stopped at the midsection of the girl. Where the first three buttons were opened, giving him a tantalizing view of the large pale cleavage of the Slytherin girl.
Harry gulped. Even though he had his rivalry with Draco from the very first day of his schooling and the girl in front of him always stood by the blond' side, Harry Potter for the first time realized that he had missed something very significant. It seemed like the unattractive face of the girl, along with the horrible personality, had prevented him from taking notice of anything below Parkinson's neck.
Damn…
"You know Potter, Granger can ask Crabbe and Goyle for companionship. That's the best of what her blood could get." Pansy said, smoothing the front of her shirt while giving a sly glance upward in his direction.
The control that had become exceedingly difficult to maintain for the last few weeks snapped like a flimsy rubber band, Harry Potter took hold of the throat of the Slytherin bitch with his right hand, lifting her from the ground and dragging her toward the opposite wall.
Dangling more than a foot over the stone floor, Pansy flailed around, both hands holding onto the forearm of the young Potter who seemed to not even feel her weight.
Harry's darkened eyes met her panicked chocolate, a pained whimper escaping her lips.
The young Potter dumped the witch against the wall, who messaged her sore throat, while panting like a bitch, eyes still staring at him with an undecipherable expression.
"If I ever hear that word from your filthy, bigoted mouth about Hermione, then I will—"
"You will what?" Pansy wheezed, eyes defiant. "You aren't man enough to do anything to a witch like me."
With veins bulging on his forearms, Harry almost choked the life out of the stupid bitch when the expression of the girl fully registered in his mind.
The fearful anticipation in her brown eyes, the flushed cheeks, the panting, and the way she thrusted her chest—Harry's eyes widened.
The young wizard took one step back, threw his head back, and started laughing.
"What?"
"You want this. Don't you, Pansy?" Harry asked, wiping the mirthful tears from his eyes while steamrolling her furious shake of the head. "You want me to treat you like a whore, choke you stupid, and fuck your pristine pureblood pussy loose! That's why you searched for me at this time of the night. You wanted to seek me out when I'm vulnerable—"
"You're mad if you think—"
Harry shoved the girl onto the wall and pushed his hands underneath her small skirt, lifting the garment in his hurry.
"No! Stop! you filthy halfblood!"
Moist, weeping skin greeted his digits as his long, thick fingers tickled the shaven, smooth cunny of Pansy Parkinson, completely unimpeded.
"Oh! So you always stroll through the corridors without your knickers, huh?"
"I…I…Umm…"
"Why lie?" Harry glared at the shorter witch. "You are wetter than the great lake during the thunderstorm." Harry took hold of her protruding nub and gave it a twist.
"Stop, Potter! We shouldn't be doing this..." Pansy Parkinson moaned out loud, her earlier attitude flipping diametrically.
For a moment Pansy feared there would be no response from the Gryffindor before warm hands wrapped around her lewd body from nowhere, drawing her close. The rowdy Gryff's demanding fingers kneaded her upper and lower back over the shirt, sending pinpricks of pleasure all throughout her body.
The Gryffindor golden boy—Her pussy throbbed just thinking about it, leaned forward, and nuzzled her neck, her bob-cut hairs tickling his nostrils. "Stop lying or I will punish you…"
"You don't have the balls to do anything with me, Draco's girlfriend."
Harry smiled, nibbling at the girl's pale skin. That sounded almost like a challenge…
Pansy Parkinson gasped as the bane of her house molested her body suddenly, palming her thick ass-cheeks to his heart's content.
Harry enjoyed the liquid heat that coated his fingers, courtesy of Draco's slutty girlfriend. The horny Gryffindor put his lips near the shivering girl's earlobes, scissoring his thick digits deeper into the tight moist pussy of the pureblood. "Draco will rue the day he thought of crossing me. And you will help me in getting revenge…"
"No… I will never…" Pansy said, turning her head and baring her throat even more prominently.
Harry pinned the dark-haired Slytherin to the stone wall even more forcefully before retrieving his fingers from her clenching heat. Harry's eyes caught her chocolate gaze, molding his body with hers like a puzzle. Maintaining eye contact, Harry lifted his wet, smelly digits up and forced them between the lips of the aroused witch. And the proud pureblood, Pansy Parkinson, proved how big of a slut she really was, cleaning his digits with her tongue like she was represented with the nectar of eternal youth.
Her licking of his fingers like a kitten only encouraged the animagus to escalate their encounter. Harry snagged a fistful of the short dark locks of the girl and pulled her into a fierce liplock, assaulting her mouth with his plundering tongue. A growl escaped from his lips, which swallowed the Slytherin witch's throaty moan. He appreciated the lingering taste of a clearly aroused and unsatisfied teenage pussy.
His fierce smooch lasted for minutes and when he finally released her, her lips were red and swollen and she was breathless with palpable excitement visible on her pretty face.
Harry tugged the zipper of his trouser with haste before shoving his underwear down to his knees, his grotesquely big bitchbreaker springing up and hitting the young Slytherin directly in the stomach.
"Morgana! What is that!"
Harry planted a small kiss on the wide-open mouth of the girl. "So what was that about Half-bloods being inferior to Purebloods?"
"But this—this…" Pansy trailed off, a tiny bit of drool escaping her lips as the immense head of the Gryffindor's cock took her breath away.
"What would your dear Draco say about you drooling over his nemesis's dick, huh?"
Pansy clicked her mouth shut, or at least tried to. Unfortunately, her eyes couldn't hide how impressed she was about his endowment.
Harry's body ignited with renewed lust as she drew in deep breaths as if she was losing control of her bodily functions in the face of his indomitable masculinity.
The experience that he had accumulated by sleeping with three voluptuous married beauties was enough to turn any school witch's world on its head and add his size to that…
But the young Potter wasn't just happy with that outcome. His eyes darkened; a furious resolve to do something reckless gripping his heart. He remembered every time the bigoted witch had spewed venom against him and his friends. And her boyfriend…
'Tonight.' Harry gritted his teeth. 'Tonight a pompous pureblood will be forever ruined.'