Chapter 4
"The class was brilliant!" Hannah chirped as she and Susan burst into the Common Room. They had just finished their second sex class of the year, and they were already looking up to their newest teacher.
"I can't believe Professor Lestrange can deepthroat like that," Susan said, placing her bag on the ground and sitting on a loveseat next to Hannah. "She was taking the entire thing down her throat, and she didn't even gag once!" she said in amazement. Just then, Harry walked into the Common Room with several older girls buzzing around him like horny bees. It wasn't long before he left them and made his way over to the girls. The girls scooched over and made room for him. He sat down between them.
"You want to do our homework together?" Hannah asked him. They had to write an eleven-inch essay on the theory behind wood-to-metal Transfigurations of inanimate objects.
"Sure. I was going to do it in my private room though. We can do it there if you want," Harry told them. They thought it was a brilliant idea. They quickly went up to their room where they dropped off their school robes and put on their normal school uniform. Once done, they all left the Common Room together.
Red Light District
Though Harry could remember the subject of his essay from his first time, he had a bit of trouble remembering the details. That, and of course, he was being lazy. He wasn't exactly excited about spending an extra four years at school. Thankfully, this time he wasn't the Boy Who Lived, so there was much less of a burden weighing him down this time around. Plus, Harry didn't want to toot his own horn, but it was almost guaranteed that he would be Bella's assistant for his entire stay at school. That very day she confessed that he had been giving her the best orgasms of her life, and Harry knew that she wouldn't want to go without them from now on. So the next four years would certainly be better than any that he had spent there before. It took them around an hour to finish their work. "How long until dinner?" Harry asked, yawning and stretching.
"Another hour," Susan said, rolling up her essay and sticking it in her bag.
"What do you guys want to do until then?" Harry asked, closing his eyes as he rested on his bed. He had been forced to wake up early and "attend" to Bella. She said it was a perk of her position. Harry didn't argue about it. Harry didn't notice the girls looking at each other with slight blushes painting their pale cheeks.
"Well … Hannah and I were hoping that we could see it again …" Susan said, sounding a bit shy.
"See what?" Harry asked, not really paying attention.
"You know … IT," Hannah said in almost a whisper. Harry opened his eyes. He then noticed that the girls were staring at the crotch of his black trousers. Harry rolled his eyes.
"You don't get enough of it in class?" he asked, teasing them. Hannah snorted.
"We barely get to see it in class! All the other girls are always pushing us aside and saying, 'Hurry up! It's my turn!' We barely get to see it let alone touch it," Hannah huffed.
"Yeah! It's totally not fair," Susan complained, crossing her arms over her chest. "I mean, we're your best friends! Shouldn't we get some kind of special treatment?" she whined. Harry chuckled merrily.
"I suppose that you're right. You should get extra benefits from being friends with me," he told them. "How about this? I'm staying in here tonight. Why don't you girls stay with me?" he asked. Hannah and Susan looked at each other and blushed. Still, they looked quite pleased.
"That would be great!" Susan chirped.
"As for seeing it … Go ahead," Harry smirked, placing his hands behind his head and lacing his fingers together.
"You mean, we c-can?" Hannah stuttered, her face turning pinker. When Harry nodded, her heart began to thump loudly in her chest. Her eyes immediately went to his crotch, and her hands became shaky and unsteady. For some reason, she suddenly felt shy. "Susan … you do it!" she squeaked.
Susan's mouth became dry when she was suddenly faced with the thought of seeing his beautiful penis up close and personal. She had no idea why doubt suddenly appeared in her. Her palms were getting moist, and she was forced to close her eyes and take a deep breath. Susan reminded herself that Harry was her friend. He must have seen that she was starting to become distressed, because he was suddenly by her side, rubbing her back. Susan smiled at him.
"There's no need to be nervous," he reassured her. Susan took another deep breath and nodded again.
"You're right. Sorry," she apologized. Harry smiled at her.
"No need to apologize. I'll even make it easy on you," he told her. She watched as he got off the bed and took his shirt and trousers off. Susan swallowed loudly when he lowered his boxers before kicking them away. He was now standing before them completely nude. Unlike in class, his cock was fully soft. Susan marveled at the fact that even soft, it still looked ridiculously big. She felt Hannah join her side.
"Wow!" Hannah gasped under her breath. Harry laid down on his back, and the girls each picked a side. It seemed that their nervousness was abruptly gone because Harry now had four hands caressing his smooth body. Harry eyed their bodies, and his gaze traveled the length of their smooth legs which disappeared underneath very short skirts. He put a hand on each of their knees, and he gently used his thumb to play with their soft skin. Harry then moved his fingers around his back and tickled the backs of their knees. Both girls gasped loudly, and Susan even let out a soft moan. Her hand was the first to touch his cock.
"It's getting bigger," she said, as she fondled his cock. When at half-mast, Hannah's hand joined in. Harry was soon at full hardness with two hands covering the length of his shaft. Their hands moved in unison, moving up and down, and drawing a deep moan from his lips. Harry's hands crept higher until he was playing with the incredibly soft skin of their inner thighs. He could feel their bodies trembling as his fingers crept higher. It took a few minutes, but the girls finally found a really good rhythm that had his hips bucking. With more confidence, they began stroking him faster. By then, Harry's hand touched the crotch of their panties. Both girls squeaked and bucked when he brushed against them, but their hands never stopped moving. Harry could feel the heat radiating from between their legs, and he could feel the slight dampness of the material covering their womanhood.
"Scoot closer," he told them. They immediately followed his command and moved so close that they were nearly straddling his legs. With their bodies closer to him, he was able to touch them properly. His fingers pressed harder against their panties. Hannah's eyes fluttered, and she threw her head back and gasped. Susan groaned and began grinding her pussy against his hand.
"Does this feel good, Harry?" Hannah asked while stroking him with one hand and caressing his thigh with the other.
"Are we doing a good job?" Susan asked, as she too stroked him, but her other hand was now cupping his fat, cum-filled sack. She was nervous about touching his balls. She didn't want to hurt him. She decided to be extra careful until she learned about it in class. Until she learned how, she used her thumb to massage his balls, which he seemed to like.
"You're doing a great job," Harry moaned. "It feels great," he told them. The girls looked at each other, pleased that they were making him feel good. Just then, his fingers found their clits.
"Oh, goodness!" Hannah squeaked and bucked her hips. Susan's panties suddenly became drenched in her juices. His room was filled with the scent of their wet pussies. This made Harry's lust go through the roof. With lust-filled eyes, he sat up and looked the girls over. They were too dressed, he decided.
Susan squirmed as she watched Harry reach down and unbutton Hannah's skirt. She didn't stop him from sliding it down her legs and over her sock-covered feet. Harry then shocked them both by spreading her legs, leaning down, and kissing the wet spot on her panties. Hannah cried out and flopped back on the bed, her legs still splayed wide open. Harry's lips continued to travel up her body. Susan gasped when she saw him tickle Hannah's belly button with his tongue. Unable to control her urges, Susan reached into her panties and began rubbing her hard, swollen knob. Harry and Hannah locked eyes as he started unbuttoning her white blouse. Within seconds, it was open, revealing her bra. Harry grabbed her hands and jerked her body into a sitting position. Hannah squeaked from the sudden, harsh treatment of her body. Susan found the whole thing incredibly arousing. She knew that Hannah did as well. They often talked about being dominated in bed. Harry then reached around her and unclasped her bra. Hannah's bra went slack and drooped down the front, exposing more of her cleavage. Harry pulled the offending garment from her thin shoulders and tossed it across the room. She wouldn't be needing it anymore that day.
Harry's eyes stared at her little, pink nipples, and they seemed to get hard just from having him stare at them. Susan squirmed, feeling her arousal increasing. Her fingers were already soaked in her juices. Harry took Hannah into his arms and leaned her back. His head lowered, and he captured one of her hard nipples between his lips.
"Harry!" Hannah gasped as she ran her fingers through his messy, black hair. Harry didn't bother answering her. Instead, he switched to the other nipple, sucking and nipping at it. Hannah was squirming and moaning while he devoured her naked skin. After a few moments of this, Harry let her fall back to the bed, and he turned his attention to Susan.
Susan blushed deeply as he watched her with her hand stuffed down the front of her drenched panties. Quickly pulling it out, she saw that her fingers were dripping with her arousal. Blushing harder, she put her hand down to try and hide it. Harry, of course, had already seen it. He stalked closer to her, his cock sticking out straight and beastly in size. Susan couldn't help but stare at it as it bounced around. Once he was on her, Susan laid back in a submissive pose. Just as he had done with her friend, Harry undid her short skirt and slowly eased it down her legs. Susan helped him by lifting her legs. When it had come off, she opened her legs, expecting the same treatment that Hannah had received. Instead, Harry spread her legs and lavished the inside of her thick thighs with kisses. Susan moaned and began pawing at her breasts through her closed top.
"Hannah … help her take her shirt and bra off," Harry said. Susan's face heated up as Hannah crawled over to her. They looked at each other and could see embarrassment in their eyes. Nevertheless, Hannah unbuttoned her shirt while Harry's lips climbed up her legs. Just as her bra was removed, Harry's lips found her panty-covered clit. Susan cried out and threw her hip forward, accidentally rubbing her wet panties all over his mouth. As punishment, Harry lightly pinched her clit, causing Susan to cry out in pain. However, hidden in the pain was an intense pleasure. Susan squealed as the first orgasm hit her supple body. "She likes it!" Harry teased as her body spasmed.
Hannah was pulled in by Harry, and she was positioned between Susan's legs. "Take her panties off," she heard him say. Hannah looked back at him, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew that being with other girls would definitely be taught in class, and she agreed that it was a good idea to start early so that she wasn't taken by surprise. She didn't want to be made a fool of in class after all. However, that did nothing for her nerves. Her hands shaking uncontrollably, she leaned over and grabbed the waistband of her best friend's underwear. As she did, her ass lifted up in the air. She suddenly felt her own panties being pulled down over her ass. She didn't need to look back to know who was doing it, especially when he stopped halfway down her thighs and buried his face right in her ass. He moaned as he inhaled her womanly scent, making Hannah nearly pass out from embarrassment. When his tongue licked the length of her wet slit, Hannah moaned and wiggled her bare ass against his face. With a single tug, Hannah slid Susan's panties down her legs and pulled them from her feet.
She had seen Susan naked before, but nothing like this. Susan was spread open wide. Her legs were so wide open that they were forcing her smooth, hairless lips apart. Hannah could see the degree of wetness that was coating her light pink insides. Her clit, which was usually a small nub, was engorged from arousal. The scent wafting up from between her legs was strong, and it completely enveloped her head. Hannah felt Harry's tongue wiggling between her lips before they moved up to her asshole. Her cheeks clenched together when the tip of his tongue began tracing the shape of her crinkled hole. Her eyes were nearly bugging out from the sheer naughtiness that was on display. Susan finally whined and grabbed a handful of Hannah's hair. Her head was pulled down, and she caught a faceful of wet pussy. Her tongue gingerly snaked past her teeth, and she got her first taste of Susan. Sometimes Hannah licked her fingers clean after fingering herself, and she found that Susan tasted very similar to her own flavor. With a little more confidence, she licked harder, drawing a moan from the busty redhead. When her tongue flicked her hard clit, Susan cried out and thrust her clit against Hannah's lips. With little choice in the matter, Hannah wrapped her soft lips around the little nub and began sucking. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she didn't notice Harry get up.
Harry walked to a cupboard near the bed. He opened it up and examined the vast amount of different potions, lubes, oils, salves, and everything else that could be used with bedroom activities. He found the lube that he was looking for and shut the cupboard. He went back to the bed and found Hannah's ass still wiggling up in the air. Her knees were wide apart, and her bare pussy was on full display. Her cheeks were slightly open, showing him her little hole. He heard her slurping on Susan's pussy while the cute redhead moaned and tugged on her own, hard nipples. Harry smiled, uncorked the bottle, and poured a liberal amount down the crack of Hannah's ass.
Hannah sputtered against Susan's clit before looking wildly over her shoulder. "Harry! What are you …?" she asked as he tickled her lubed-up asshole with his finger. Her breathing intensified, and she sat there on her hands and knees panting like a bitch in heat.
"All part of the training," she heard the teasing tone in his masculine voice. Before she could get a word in edgewise, she felt his finger force her hole open. His finger had sunk halfway before Hannah squealed and squeezed her asshole closed. He pulled his finger back until only the first knuckle was in. Hannah breathed a sigh of relief, and her asshole relaxed. She immediately felt him plunge back in, this time going past the second knuckle until his entire finger was inside of her asshole.
Hannah's top half collapsed, and her face landed on Susan's lower belly. She could feel Susan's bald mound against her heavily panting lips. Harry's finger pulled out before penetrating her again. Hannah grabbed Susan's thighs and squeezed them tightly. She felt Susan running her fingers through her long, blonde hair. "How does it feel?" she heard Susan ask. She opened her mouth to answer, but Harry's long finger penetrated her again. Instead of answering, she moaned deeply against Susan's mound. Above her, Susan burst into a giggle fit. "That good, huh?" she teased. Hannah was embarrassed at her body's reaction to having her asshole fingered for the first time. Her pussy was throbbing, and her nipples were so hard that they were beginning to hurt. She felt Harry add some more lube to keep her asshole from hurting. She was certainly thankful for that because it wasn't long before his finger started moving faster and faster. The sounds of her being penetrated were so dirty and perverted that she had moved beyond embarrassment. She was mortified, and yet, she wouldn't stop it for anything in the world. It felt incredible. Drool pooled from her mouth and dribbled down Susan's mound and pussy.
"Looks like I'll be turning Hannah into my little anal slut … Isn't that right, love?" Harry asked in a teasing voice. His free hand snaked between her legs, and he started rubbing circles around her hard, throbbing clit. Hannah screamed so loud that she hurt Susan's ears. Her hips began bucking as pussy juice violently squirted from her cumming pussy. Susan yelped loudly as some of the girl cum splashed on her. She was forced to wrap her legs around Hannah's waist to keep her thrashing body in one place.
"It's too much!" Hannah begged as Harry continued to pinch and roll her clit while fingering her asshole. She tried to blink away the sudden whiteness that was filling her vision, but her brain had become a bit too fuzzy. The pleasure was overwhelming and had washed away all of her sensibilities. She could vaguely hear her own voice screaming and begging, though it sounded far off, like at the distant end of a long tunnel. She thought that her body was flopping around, but she couldn't be sure. It wasn't too much longer until her vision became black.
She thought that she heard something chipping away at the darkness. It was a high-pitched sound, though it was very low and hard to hear. The sound would come, then it would go. As time continued, the sound became louder, and as it did, it also became much more annoying. Didn't they know that she was trying to sleep? She was trying to sleep … right? Hannah wasn't sure of anything at the moment, except that the annoying high-pitched squeals were feminine sounding. Her eyes began to flutter, and a soft groan left her lips. Her head felt heavy, and every inch of her body tingled in a pleasant way. It was like she had too much energy flowing through her veins. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for her physical body. Her muscles were tired, and she felt exhausted. When she opened her eyes, she had to blink from the sudden brightness of the room. She looked around confused, and it was then that she remembered. A massive blush covered her pretty face. She came too hard and passed out. She covered her face in shame and groaned pathetically.
"Nice to see that you're still alive!" she heard Harry chuckle. Hannah turned her head, and her eyes widened. Harry was standing at the foot of the bed, and bouncing on his cock was Susan. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth was open. Her eyes were wide and manic, and her hair was a tangled mess. Harry's hands gripped her ass tightly, and Hannah could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he brutally fucked her while standing. Susan cried out and buried her face in his neck, her arms desperately clinging to him while Harry's hips clapped against her flesh. As Harry lifted her body back up, Susan's cheeks were spread apart. Hannah could see his perfect cock stuffed deep inside Susan's sloppy wet hole. Susan's pussy was stretched so wide that Hannah was surprised that the girl hadn't torn in half. When her body was lifted, her tight pussy was eased up his shaft. She could see streaks of Susan's white cream smeared in vertical lines up his shaft. Hannah knew that Susan was a creamer. It was something that Susan was self-conscious about. Harry certainly didn't seem to mind though. As her pussy choked his fat cock, it scraped the white cream from his shaft before she was dropped back down. The perverted, wet squelch of a wet pussy being fucked filled the room, and Hannah could see a fat dollop of Susan's white girl cum form around the base of his cock. It wasn't only on the base that was smeared with her ejaculate, but her swollen, pink pussy lips as well.
Hannah didn't know what had come over her. The sounds, the smells, the sensations … all of it was causing her to go mad with desire. For a moment, she thought that maybe her uncontrollable lust had hit early, but she knew that wasn't right. It was Harry. It was his touches, his fingers, his cock … He made her body burn with desire. Just the thought of Susan being pleasured while she sat there getting nothing didn't sit well with her. She needed his cock. She wanted it. Crawling over to him in a pathetic manner, Hannah mashed her face underneath Susan's ass, and she began licking the cream from his cock and her pussy. Hanah could hear Susan squealing above, and on occasion, pussy juice would sprinkle down and wet her face, but she didn't care. She was in her own world … a new world … a better world if she was being honest. Hannah moaned like a whore as she licked Susan's drippings from Harry's dangling sack. Wanting more, she opened her mouth wide and sucked one of his balls into it. She massaged it with her tongue while her hands groped and fondled any part of her friends that they could reach. At some point, Harry was fucking Susan so roughly at his cock accidentally slipped from her pussy. Hannah immediately jumped on it, taking it in her mouth and sucking it clean. It was only when Susan reached down, pulled it from her mouth, and placed it back inside of her that Hannah went back to licking them. She loved when Harry pulled back and exposed most of his shaft. She would run her tongue along his length, licking up any cream that was left on it. It didn't take long for Susan to explode. Pussy juice squirted down on her face and into her open mouth. Hannah held her mouth open, drinking down everything that was offered. From the sounds of it, she thought that Susan was experiencing an orgasm similar to hers in power.
Eventually, Susan pushed him away, and she fell on the bed. Her body curled into a fetal position as little squirts of pussy juice continuously ejected from her contracting pussy. Harry, on the other hand, looked as though he hadn't had enough. Not by a long shot. Hannah wasn't sure how it had happened, but she found herself on the bed, bent over with her ass up in the air. Harry was running the tip of his cock up and down her weeping slit. "In my ass!" Hannah begged, and her eyes widened in shock. She had no idea what made her say that, but she wasn't going to back out now. She felt him lube her asshole before the head of his cock pressed against her slightly stretched hole. As he slowly entered her, Hannah bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. The pain was there, but so was the pleasure. In fact, the pleasure far outweighed the pain. When the fat head of his cock slipped completely inside, Hannah opened her mouth and moaned like the sluttiest whore in the Red Light District. For the next hour, her asshole was violated over and over, making her cum harder than she ever had. At some point, her body gave up, and she collapsed just as Harry released a thick load right into her bowels.
Harry pulled out and sighed happily. He saw both girls passed out on his bed. He rolled his eyes and checked the time. "Dammit! I missed dinner," he cursed. With nothing left to do, he got back in bed and crawled under the blanket. Later the girls would wake up shivering and join him under the covers.
Chapter 5
A head of light brown hair was bobbing down below as Harry sat on his comfortable seat in class. He had his legs apart and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the wonderful sensation. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he winced.
"Careful, girl!" Bellatrix chastised the girl who was sucking on his sack. "Did she accidentally bite you?" Bella asked him. Harry nodded, and she sighed. "To the end of the line," she pointed. The girl let go of his sack and stood up, her bare chest slightly wet from dribbling on herself. She looked embarrassed at her folly and didn't say anything. She just did what the professor said. "Next!" Bella called out.
Harry watched as Daphne stepped up. She was wearing a matching set of bra and panties that reflected light. They were a darker shade of emerald green and were trimmed with expensive-looking lace. "Acromantula silk?" Harry asked as she stepped up to him. Daphne blushed madly and nodded. Harry smiled at the beautiful girl. "They look good on you," he complimented her. Daphne smiled slightly as she tried not to look pleased. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't help it. Her cheeks flushed even harder, and she suddenly looked shy and embarrassed. So much for her Slytherin doctrine, she thought to herself. Her hands trembled as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The front became slack as the straps fell forward down her biceps. She meekly pulled her bra off and stood there in front of him, completely topless. Harry's eyes feasted on her naked beauty.
Daphne Greengrass was definitely one of the prettiest girls in school, Harry thought. Her facial features were near perfect. Every lovely feature was perfectly symmetrical. Her big doe-eyes were a stormy gray, and she had long, dark lashes that curled upward, making her eyes look very feminine. Her eyebrows were perfectly manicured. Being so close to her, even he couldn't see a hair out of place. Her nose was small and cute, and her soft, pink lips had the perfect amount of plumpness. Her cheekbones and jawline were well-defined, but still decidedly female. Her long, raven black hair which was darker than his own was pulled back and tied into a messy bun to keep it from getting in her way. It exposed her ears, and he wasn't surprised to find that they too were small and cute. Her skin was the same shade as every other pureblood princess that Harry had come across. It was the same shade of porcelain that graced Bella's skin. Now that he thought about it, both Daphne and Bella looked quite similar, and yet, nothing alike. It was just one of those weird things about the British magical community, he thought. Harry's eyes lowered down to her breasts. They certainly weren't what you would call large, but they were no smaller than most of the other girls. In his opinion, she had nothing to be ashamed of. Though from the way that she was slightly squirming as though she wanted to cover up her breasts, he thought that maybe she wasn't feeling particularly confident in that department. Sharing a class with Susan would give any girl self-esteem issues.
Harry reached out and pulled her in by her hips. He could feel the slippery material of her panties underneath his fingertips. Daphne stumbled slightly as she was gently jerked forward. Since he was sitting and she was standing, Daphne was nearly a head taller. Harry pulled her down and kissed her deeply. This kiss was short, but it left Daphne breathless. Bella was adamant that he be a great kisser, and she made sure of it through hours of practice. Unknown to them, a certain goddess's blessing was also helping him out. As his lips left hers, he could feel Daphne's entire body trembling. He then leaned in and kissed each of her small nipples. As soon as he did, they crinkled and became rock-hard before his very eyes. Harry could smell the arousal that her pussy was producing. Unfortunately, fucking wasn't on the docket for today's class. As such, Bella cleared her throat.
"If you two are done …" she began, and many of the girls in class giggled. Daphne had never blushed so hard in her entire life. "Miss Greengrass, please get to work. The other girls are waiting."
"Sorry, Professor," Daphne apologized.
Harry watched as she sank down to her knees and grabbed his fully-erect cock. She lifted it up, her small hand pumping it while she placed her lips on his bloated, cum-filled sack. He felt her warm breath shudder as she began placing kisses all over it.
"That's good," Bella told her, stepping up to get a better look. Bellatrix was good friends with Daphne's mother, Alanah, and she had promised that she would whip her daughter into shape. After all, why have friends if you can't use them to your advantage, Bella wickedly thought as her Slytherin side came out. Of course, Alanah would have to return her favor in kind. She would make sure that Harry gave the young girl more than her fair share of private tutorings. Harry owed her more than a few favors, but judging from Daphne's looks, Bella didn't think that Harry would mind too much. "Don't forget to use your tongue. Boys love having their balls licked," Bella instructed.
Daphne silently nodded and stopped sucking on his sack. She then switched to licking his balls like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Daphne had a spike of excitement when Harry let out a deep moan. Wanting to do a good job, she licked even lower until her tongue was nearly on his asshole. "That's good for now. Next!" she heard Professor Lestrange say. Daphne was bummed that her time had suddenly ended so soon. She was really starting to get into it. Giving him one last lick, Daphne stood up and stood in front of him much more confidently than she had a few moments ago. For some strange reason, she didn't mind that he was unabashedly checking out her naked tits. She gave him one last look before grabbing her bra and heading to the back of the line. She didn't bother putting it back on.
After a few more girls clumsily lavished their affections on his sack, Hermione Granger stepped up. Harry immediately gave her his utmost attention. Like Daphne, she seemed to be very embarrassed about performing the task at hand. Her arms were crossed over her belly, and he could see her body trembling nervously. Her panties were just your basic white, cotton ones that hugged her form nicely. Her bra, while also white in color, was an egg-white and was more frilly than her basic panties. They definitely weren't a set. Hermione stood there staring at him shyly until Bella called out. "Bra off." She was a no-nonsense kind of woman.
Hermione reached back and removed her bra. Harry's eyes devoured the sight of her naked tits. Similar to Daphne's in size, Hermione's seemed a bit rounder. Also, her areolas were a tad bigger, and the tips of her nipples stuck out a little bit more. They were already hard enough to cut glass. As she stepped up, Harry reached out and let his fingers glide over her hard nipple. Hermione gasped wildly, looking at him with wide eyes. Her cheeks burned red, and she turned her head to hide her reaction. "On your knees," Bella called out. This snapped Hermione out of her embarrassment. There was no way she would ever willfully do poorly in any class. She immediately dropped down to her knees.
Looking down at her, he watched as ducked her head and began gently sucking on his balls. Harry's long, fat cock was resting on her face. Eventually, she grabbed it and held it away from her. Her hand seemed so small when it was wrapped around his massive girth. Hermione's thick, bushy hair fell forward, covering her face. Harry used his hand to sweep it back where he gathered it into a ponytail. Holding her hair, he pressed her face harder against his sack. "Suck one of his balls into your mouth," Bella ordered her. "And don't forget to stroke his shaft."
Hermione did as instructed. As one of his testicles popped into her mouth, Hermione's hand began moving back and forth as she jerked his cock. Suddenly, Harry moaned and thick ropes of cum began erupting from the tip. With every stroke of his cock, another thick load spurted out and landed on the floor ten feet away. Hermione didn't seem to know that he was cumming until Bella congratulated her. "That's a fine job for a beginner. You actually made him cum!" Bella said happily. Hermione blushed beet red.
"I-I did?" she asked, confused. The girls behind her giggled madly.
"Yes, indeed. Extra marks for you today," Bella nodded her head. Hermione flushed red, clearly pleased. "Now lick the extra cum from the tip of his cock."
In less than a second, Hermione had licked the sensitive head of his cock until it was shiny and clean. Once done, she grabbed her bra and scooted away.
The rest of the class continued in the same fashion. Both Susan and Hannah were the most confident in the class. The rest of the girls suspected it was because they had access to him when the others didn't. They all glared at the two Hufflepuffs. Susan and Hannah just smiled smugly at each other.
"Alright, girls!" Bella called out, and the class quieted down. "Remember what each of you needs to work on. We'll try again within the next few classes. Dismissed," Bella said. As soon as she said it, the sounds of chairs scraping against the stone floors filled the class. The girls stood up and put their bras back on. Some dressed while others just put their robes on to cover their underwear. Harry didn't notice Daphne talking with Bella. When all the girls had left, Harry went over to talk to her just as he normally did.
"Class went well," Harry said, sitting on her desk. Bella smirked as she sat in her office chair. She kicked her high heel-covered feet up onto her desk and crossed her ankles. Harry knew what she wanted. He grabbed one of her feet and removed her shoe. He dug the pad of his thumb into the soft, smooth sole of her small foot. Bella sighed in contentment as she relaxed in her chair.
"Not as bad as I feared. The girls have a bit more talent than normal. Their mothers must be teaching them," she said as Harry continued to massage her foot. "Have you chosen an assistant yet?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "Why not?" she asked. Harry shrugged.
"Susan and Hannah refused for various reasons. Beyond that, I haven't really had a need for one just yet," he honestly told her.
"Until now," Bella added, forcing her other foot into his hands. "Miss Greengrass asked about your assistant so that she could schedule some personal lessons with you. I told her that your assistant would contact her within the next few days … so I suggest that you choose one," Bella moaned as he worked her sore muscles.
As he absentmindedly played with her feet, Harry went through his options. There weren't many. His first choice was Hermione, but he really didn't think that she would accept. Even so, he decided to ask anyway. "Can you send Hermione Granger of Gryffindor a message and ask her to meet me in my private room when classes are done?"
"Granger, huh?" Bella asked. "She's a very studious girl. Smart as a whip," she added.
"She probably won't do it, but I'll ask anyway."
Bella just chuckled at him. Still, she agreed to send the girl his message.
Red Light District
Classes were over and Hermione Granger was walking down the seventh-floor corridor in search of the room indicated in Professor Lestrange's message. She wondered what Harry Potter wanted to see her about. Finally finding the correct room, she nervously knocked on the door. Harry opened the door and smiled at her. Hermione's heart began beating faster.
"Thanks for coming, Hermione," Harry said as he opened the door further and moved aside. Hermione entered the room and looked around. It appeared to be a bedroom. Of course, she normally would have found that strange, but the professor had told the girls about Harry's private room.
"You're welcome, Harry," she responded as the door closed behind her. "Did you need me for something?" she asked shyly. She wondered if maybe he wanted to practice some stuff with her, or possibly he needed help with his other classes.
"You know that I'm supposed to get an assistant to help me with my duties, right?" he asked her. Hermione nodded. Professor Lestrange had informed them that they were supposed to contact his assistant if they needed or wanted something from him.
"Well … I was hoping that you would agree to be my assistant," Harry said. Hermione was flabbergasted.
"M-Me? You want me?" she asked in shock. There were so many other pretty girls in school. Why would he want her, she asked herself.
"Bella agreed with my decision and thinks that you're quite brilliant," he told her. Hermione flushed red with embarrassment, though she was secretly pleased that her professor thought so highly of her. "And if you agree, there are some very nice perks that come with the position."
"YES!" Hermione squealed before blushing fiercely. She cleared her throat and pretended that the little outburst had never happened. "I mean … yes, Harry, I would be delighted to be your assistant," she stated, primly and properly. On the inside, however, her mind was racing as she thought of different ways that she could streamline the position.
"Really?" Harry asked, sounding surprised. Hermione nodded, her cheeks very pink. "That's brilliant!" he declared and hugged her. Hermione stood there frozen for a second before she hugged him back.
"Here's the contract if you want to sign," Harry said, leading her to his desk. She sat down on his chair and read it over. "The perks that go with the position are listed here," Harry said, pointing to the list. "You get the office next door to use as your own. You get access to the Prefects bathroom. You can go to Hogsmeade every weekend. You can take a date or a friend or just go by yourself. You get full access to the restricted section of the library. You have no curfew …" Harry continued reading off her perks.
Hermione's head was spinning. She got all of that plus the prestige of being his assistant? The library pass alone was worth a hundred times its weight in gold to her. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the last thing he said. She looked up at him. "What was that again?" she asked him to repeat what he had said. He looked at her with amusement which only furthered her embarrassment.
"I said another perk is that I'll be available to give you all the private tutoring that you can handle," she heard him say in a teasing voice. She didn't notice him creeping up until she understood what he implied. Hermione's face burned red. Suddenly, his hands were on her waist, and she was pulled close. Hermione gasped and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"I know that you have to go back to your dorm and get ready for dinner and whatnot," Harry said. "But as is tradition, you'll be spending the night here in this room … with me," he said salaciously. By then, one of his hands was on her hips while the other was cupping her ass. Hermione was breathing heavily.
"O-Okay, Harry," she said shakily. Harry smiled at her and squeezed her ass.
"Be here by eight," she was told. Hermione nodded emphatically. As if to prove a point, Harry pulled her against his body and kissed her deeply. Hermione couldn't help but moan into his mouth as his hands pawed at her ass. When he broke the kiss, her cheeks were red, and her lips were puffy and swollen. She stumbled slightly from being so lightheaded. When she left, he watched her scamper down the corridor. Harry chuckled merrily. There was no tradition, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
About an hour later, he was sitting next to Susan as the three Hufflepuff friends ate dinner. Harry noticed that Hermione kept stealing glances at him. "Why do you keep looking at the Gryffindor table?" Susan asked.
"Oh, I chose Hermione Granger as my assistant," he said.
"She's a good choice," Hannah said from the other side of Susan. "She's really smart."
"Just make sure that she doesn't hog all of your free time," Susan teased as she spooned some banana pudding into her mouth. Harry smirked and reached under the table. He placed his hand on her inner thigh and slid it all the way up. He was unsurprised to find that she wasn't wearing panties. He gave her clit a soft pinch which made her jump and squeak. The other Hufflepuffs that were near turned and looked at her. Susan blushed red and went back to eating. Everyone else followed her and went back to finishing up their meals. Harry continued to tease her hard, throbbing clit throughout the rest of dinner.
Red Light District
A few minutes before eight, Harry heard a soft knock at the door. He opened it up to find Hermione standing there nervously and holding her bag. He led her in and closed the door. Taking the bag from her, he placed it on the desk and walked her to the bed. They sat down beside one another. Harry placed his hand on her thigh, and he could feel her body trembling. "There's no need to be nervous, Hermione. After tonight, we'll be well acquainted with each other," he teased her while moving the hair away from her shoulder. He leaned in and kissed her neck, causing her to gasp and squirm. "By the way, what's in the bag?"
"Umm … my dressing gown," she answered as he caressed the incredibly soft skin of her inner thigh. Harry smiled against her neck.
"Don't be silly. There won't be any need for clothes tonight, Hermione," he said as maneuvered her body further onto the bed. He gently pushed her back so that she was lying flat on her back. He could see her chest rapidly rising and falling as he slowly began unbuttoning her white uniform shirt. Once the last button was undone, he flipped both sides open, exposing her bra and smooth, toned belly. Harry let his fingers drift over her warm skin. "How come you signed up for the class? I figured that you were very shy," Harry asked as he leaned down and kissed her belly button. Hermione's belly shuddered when his lips touched her skin.
"Professor Lestrange came to my house this summer and explained the whole sex part of our magical community to her. Mum and I decided that it would be best if I take the class so that I'll be ready," she explained. "But also because Mum and Dad are going through a messy divorce. Once I graduate, I probably won't be able to rely on my parents for money."
Harry tickled her belly button with his tongue while his hand groped her bare thighs. What she said kind of confused him. Harry remembered her parents having a pretty good marriage, not to mention they were both well-paid dentists.
"I thought I heard someone mention that your parents were dentists," Harry said as his lips moved past her belly button. He was now kissing the skin right above her panty line. Hermione shook her head.
"My dad is a construction foreman. Mum is a librarian," she told him. It shouldn't have been shocking that she wasn't the exact Hermione from his past. Harry put it from his mind for the time being.
Hermione closed her eyes as Harry hiked her knee-length skirt up and started laying kisses up and down her thighs. She was tingling between her legs, but she stopped herself from begging him to touch her there. However, thankfully, she didn't need to wait long. Harry worked her skirt off of her body, leaving her panties exposed to his eyes. Hermione rubbed her thighs together as he sat her up and removed her shirt. It was tossed aside before he reached behind her and unclipped her bra. That too was quickly tossed aside. Hermione laid back wearing only her white panties, black knee socks, and shoes. Her shoes were the next to go. They made a loud CLUNK as he tossed them onto the ground. Harry took her by the hands and pulled her to her knees.
"Remember that I'm supposed to be teaching you," Harry said. "So practice getting me undressed."
Hermione blushed madly as she lifted his t-shirt off of his torso. She didn't know what had come over her, but right after, she began kissing his abs. Harry was stroking her hair as she kissed even lower. She pushed down his lounge pants and found that he wasn't wearing boxers underneath. His cock sprang out, and Hermione eagerly wrapped her small hand around it. As soon as she saw his cock, she wanted it in her mouth. Quickly helping him off with his pants, she pushed him onto the bed and crawled between his parted legs. Grabbing him by the base, she started licking the head of his cock like a particularly tasty lollipop. Harry couldn't help but moan as her wet tongue tickled the underside of his sensitive head. "Panties off," Harry groaned out before she could get too into it. Hermione complied, though shyly. She kept her legs together while slowly pushing them down her thighs. She straightened her legs and pulled them from her sock-covered feet. Harry was having none of that though. He was too worked up. He grabbed her by the midsection and pulled her onto him so that her wet pussy hovered right above his face. Harry wrapped his arms around her thin waist, trapping her there. He pulled her pussy to his mouth, and her engorged clit accidentally rubbed against his lips. Hermione cried out in pleasure, forgetting that she had a job to do. "Suck it," he ordered. Obeying his command, she lowered her head and began sucking his cock.
A fat drop of arousal dripped from her pussy and rolled down his cheek. Her scent was overpowering, and it completely surrounded him. His cock was strained, already threatening to blow. She had a perfect, little pussy. Her taut lips and mound were perfectly smooth with not a trace of hair on them. Her light pink inner lips were held snugly between her plump outer ones. He could see that her slit was glistening with wetness. Harry forced her cheeks open and exposed her virgin ass. He would have a lot of fun with that hole, he smugly thought to himself. First, however, he had another hole to claim. Harry leaned in and licked her from her clit to her asshole. Hermione squealed around his cock. Snaking his tongue between her tight lips, he could feel them squeezing him. She moved her ass around until her clit was brushing against his lips. It was obvious what she wanted. Sucking the hard nub into his mouth, he started massaging it with his tongue as Hermione ground herself on his face.
Hermione tried her best to remember the lessons that she had learned in class. She calmed her breathing and took him deep down her throat. Even though she gagged, she still accomplished her goal. When his balls were pressed against her nose, a sense of accomplishment filled her. Pulling off of him, she sucked in a deep breath as her hand worked his cock so fast that it was practically a blur. Her other hand was fondling his heavy sack as she heard the wet slurps of him devouring her girl-cum. Suddenly, her body began to quiver, and she collapsed forward. Her face was mashed into his groin as her pussy started convulsing, leaking pussy juice all down his cheeks and chin. She squealed loudly as she came for the first time that night. Then, out of nowhere, she was flipped on her back, and her legs were forced open. She looked down and saw his massive, veiny cock resting across her lower belly. He took it in hand and ran the thick head up and down her little pussy. Her taut lips stretched out of shape as he toyed with her young body. Hermione bit her lip, waiting for him to take the plunge and claim her virginity.
Chapter 6
Hermione gripped the bedsheets tightly as one of her legs was lifted into the air. She watched as Harry slowly peeled her knee-sock off of her leg. Now bare, her leg was caressed by his strong hands. Hermione bit her lip and squirmed. As she did, her damp slit rubbed against the massive cock resting across it. Her other leg was now up in the air, and as with the other, Harry slowly removed her sock, leaving her foot bare. She suddenly realized that she was completely nude, and her belly did a bit of a flutter. There was no way that she could hide. There wasn't an inch of her body that was unavailable to him.
With her legs resting over his shoulders, he leaned down and kissed her again. Hermione was the one to deepen the kiss while his long, thick shaft rubbed the length of her wet slit. By then, Hermione's clit was swollen with arousal, and the slightest touch was threatening to unleash another powerful orgasm. Harry slipped his arm between her back and the bed and flipped them both over. She was now on top of him. Looking down, she could see that her pussy was pressed hard against his cock. Her soft, feminine lips were spread wide to accommodate his beastly girth. Her clit was engorged from the intense arousal that she was feeling. Harry's hands were on her thighs, lazily stroking her smooth skin. "Since this is your first time, you should set the pace," Harry told her. Hermione blushed madly and nodded.
As if to test things out, she slowly worked her hips back and forth. She dragged her damp lips across the underside of his cock, leaving a streak of wetness behind as she did. As her pussy reached the bottom of his head, Hermione shuddered and slid her hips back until she reached his base. Harry moaned and bucked his hips slightly. This small action caused Hermione to become even more confident. She lifted up and grabbed his shaft. Accidentally mashing his head against her clit, Hermione squealed and thrust her chest out. Harry took the opportunity to slide his hands from her thighs, slowly moving them up her sides and onto her perky breasts. She let out a cute squeal when his fingers brushed over her hard nipples. While he kneaded her apple-sized tits, Hermione dragged the head of his cock from her clit, along her slit until it reached her opening. Easing him in, she wiggled her bottom to make sure they were in the perfect position before she gradually lowered herself onto him.
Harry let go of her breasts just as her body rested against his. Hermione was sitting still, breathing heavily as she got used to his size. The level of her tightness was incredible, Harry thought. Her insides were squeezing his shaft, and he could feel her inner muscles rippling and fluttering. Harry let his hand wander her beautiful body. He particularly liked to squeeze the soft flesh of her hips. Hermione lifted up about an inch before she cried out and dropped back down. That movement sent a shock of pleasure through his body. Harry couldn't believe that he was actually fucking Hermione Granger. Sure, it wasn't his Hermione, but she was as close as he was going to get. From a physical standpoint, she was identical as far as he could tell. Personality-wise, she was very similar as well. Just thinking about it made his cock throb inside of her. He had a hard time not flipping her over and fucking her like a maniac.
"You okay?" Harry was able to moan out as she squirmed on his cock.
"You're really big," she answered back. Hermione had already broken her hymen with a dildo as the professor had instructed. The girls in class had "secret" lessons with Professor Lestrange that Harry wasn't privy to. She taught them female-related things like hygiene and how best to prepare for a cock the size of Harry's. Being so tight, she had a hard time trying to stretch her little hole so that she would be able to take him in without a lot of pain. She thought that she did a fairly good job, but there was still a bit of pain as he sank in, hit her g-spot, and bumped into her cervix. Hermione used his chest to push herself up again. Half of his cock slipped from her wet depths before she collapsed back down with a pleasured whimper. The pain and pleasure mixed, sending contradictory signals down her spine as his cock once again hit her g-spot. Her silken tunnel contracted and gripped him tightly, making him moan. His hand slid from her thigh, and he placed his palm on her hairless mound. He let his thumb dangle and touch her throbbing clit. Suddenly, somehow, his thumb began vibrating like one of the toys that Professor Lestrange had shown them. When it touched her clit, Hermione's insides squeezed his cock so hard that she wouldn't have been surprised if it had been crushed. Her eyes widened manically, and her chest jutted out as her back arched. Her head tilted upward, and she cried out as her insides began fluttering and milking his cock.
Her mind blanked, but she could vaguely feel Harry's hand groping her naked tits while the thumb of his other hand ran circles around her hard clit. She knew that if the professor could see her now, she would be quite disappointed. Her job was to make him cum, not the other way around, and here she was, body bucking as her orgasming pussy massaged his fat cock that was buried deep inside of her. Using all of her willpower, she pushed herself up again and dropped down. A wet, fleshy clap of their skin echoed through the room along with the perverse squelching of her drenched pussy being stuffed by a tremendous slab of meat. Hermione couldn't stop herself from falling forward. Trembling on his chest, she felt Harry's arms wrap around her waist, pinning her to his body. His hips began to move, and his perfect cock started to piston in and out of her. The wet, juicy sounds of her pussy being fucked embarrassed her to no end. The professor had warned the girls of this during their secret meetings. She explained that while the noises their bodies produced were embarrassing, they were also considered flattering since their bodies were only reacting to the pleasure that their partners were creating. No noises meant that the girls were barely even wet. That, of course, meant that their partners weren't doing their jobs correctly. Harry, it appeared, didn't have that problem.
Hiding her face against his chest while squealing and moaning, she felt his hips move faster. Hermione felt him steadily penetrating her. 'I'm having sex!' suddenly crossed her mind as her g-spot was stimulated. She had the overwhelming feeling that she was now a woman, and she moaned like a whore just as her pussy drenched his lap. As soon as the pain went away, she felt him begin to fuck her even harder. Her waist was securely held in place while his hips continuously clapped against her ass, making her cheeks jiggle and ripple. Her hands clawed at his chest, though her short nails didn't do any damage. At some point, Harry let go of her waist and gripped her ass. Her cheeks were spread apart, and she could feel the cool air hitting her last virgin hole. The sudden temperature shock made her hole clench tightly.
Hermione abruptly found herself flipped onto her back, and Harry's cock had slipped from inside of her. Her legs were spread wide, and he placed his hands on her knees and pushed them until they were nearly touching her ribs. His cock was resting on her belly, and Hermione could see that it was slick with her juices. Harry didn't even need to use his hand to place it in her, she realized. He was so skilled that he simply thrust forward and penetrated her to the hilt. Not long after, he was furiously fucking her again, making her body jerk this way and that. The lights in the backs of her eyes were flashing, and she could feel that wonderful coil deep in her belly growing tighter. She knew what was coming.
"Harry!" she cried out. "Slow down!" she squealed as her pussy was already tightening.
"No way in hell," Harry groaned as he changed the angle and started directly fucking her g-spot. Hermione's toes curled and her back arched violently. "Your pussy feels too good," he gave her a quick compliment just before her body clamped down on him again.
He could feel her pussy tightening around him, clutching him with all her strength. He could feel her walls fluttering and tempting him to cum. He wasn't able to hold back. He thrust forward, burying himself as deeply as possible just before he started cumming. With each titanic thrust, more cum spurted out and filled her insides. Hermione shuddered and moaned while her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Hermione felt him filling her body with his seed. She was grateful that the school provided its female students with contraceptive potions. If not, there was no doubt that she would soon be pregnant with Harry's child. Before he was even done thrusting, his thick, hot cum was already leaking from between her legs. 'There's probably enough semen in my vagina to impregnate half our year!' she wildly thought as Harry pulled out and rolled onto his back. He was breathing heavily but steadily as he lay there. Hermione suddenly didn't know what to do. She had never had sex before. Should she stay? Should she go? She didn't …
Harry cut off that line of thinking when he pulled her on top of him. His hands were groping her bare ass as he kissed her deeply. Hermione happily went with it, passionately kissing him back. Little did she know, but Harry would be enjoying her tight body all through the night and most of the following morning.
Red Light District
"Are you alright, Harry?" Hannah asked the next day when he met the girls in the Hufflepuff Common Room. The skin under his bright, green eyes was dark, and he clearly wasn't as jovial and carefree as he normally was. Harry just waved her away.
"I'm fine … just tired," he yawned. He and Hermione had just left his room. Hermione needed to go back to her dorm and get ready for the school day. After classes were done, she would report to Bellatrix for instructions about her duties. The poor girl had to walk back with a limp. No doubt that she was incredibly sore. However, the huge smile on her face told him that she didn't mind one bit. Harry was just glad that she was happy.
"I'm guessing you and Granger stayed up all night celebrating?" Hannah cheekily asked as Susan joined them. Susan's blouse looked ready to pop open. The top of her tits was spilling out and creating some rather trouser-tightening cleavage. Her black skirt was so short that he could see brief flashes of her bubblegum pink panties as she walked up to them. Her legs were covered by black, thigh-high stockings that were so tight that he could see the smooth flesh of her thighs mushrooming over the tops. Draped over her forearm was her school robe. Harry was fully hard again. He was very surprised that he had any semblance of a libido left after his marathon fuck-session with Hermione. Still, his cock couldn't lie.
"You know I did," he tiredly smiled back and poked her in the belly, earning a laughing squeal from the bubbly blonde.
"Well, make sure you get plenty of sleep tonight or Professor Lestrange will have a fit," Susan told him as she walked up. She had already earned the reputation of being a witch that you didn't fuck with. Some upper-year boy had cat-called at her as they passed in the corridor between classes. With a smirk and a quick wave of her wand, the boy had soapy suds leaking from his mouth, ears, and anus. Harry really wished that he had been there to see that.
"I will. We can stop by her classroom on our way to our first lesson and pick up one of her special pick-me-up potions," Harry told them. Bella had explained to him that there would definitely be plenty of sleepless nights in his future. There were dozens of horny girls, and he was only one man after all. Some of them would practice with other lucky boys, but many would still want to practice with him. Harry was more than willing to sacrifice his sleep in the name of education. When he told Bella this, she just snorted merrily and called him an idiot. He wouldn't argue with her on that front. Even so, she said to drop by and pick up one of her potions whenever he needed it. Harry even had the password to her class and office just in case she wasn't there when he arrived.
Susan nodded and tossed her robe to him to help put it on. Before he could, however, Susan shot him a sexy look. "Aunty Amelia sent me a new skirt," she said, fanning it out between her arms. She then let the fabric go and spun around, flashing her pink panties to anyone that happened to be looking. "So what do you think?" the sexy redhead asked him. Behind her, sitting in the distance, Harry saw Zacharias Smith glaring at him. Harry smirked at the annoying boy.
Stepping up to Susan, he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs. He then slowly moved them up and squeezed her ass underneath her short skirt. "I'm tempted to fuck you right here in front of everyone," he told her. Harry had no doubt that the little rat-boy could see her gorgeous ass-meat being manhandled by him. He then let her go, but not before moving his hand around to the front and groping her panty-covered pussy. Susan squealed and smacked his hand away. The girls began giggling as Hannah snatched the robe away from him and helped her friend put it on. Before they left, he looked back and saw Zacharias seething with jealousy. The sight warmed his heart.
At breakfast, he smiled at Hermione who sent back her own slightly embarrassed smile. Ron also sent him a hateful look. His former friend looked very grumpy if he did say so himself. 'Did everyone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?' Harry asked himself. Neville didn't seem to care one way or another. He was too busy spooning porridge into his mouth while chatting with Katie Bell. Harry didn't find out what was wrong with Ron until he met up with Hermione after classes were over.
"Oh. I guess you noticed that," she said as she sorted out her new office.
"I tend to notice when people send me murderous glares," Harry joked as he unloaded what must have been thirty pounds of books from her bag. He set them on her bookshelf knowing that she would rearrange them to her liking later.
"I'd imagine so," she shot back, placing ink and quills into her desk drawer. "He doesn't like that I accepted the assistant position from you. He says that I'm fraternizing with the enemy," she snorted. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. 'Same old Ron,' Harry thought.
"He was also quite peeved when he found out that I stayed with you last night," she admitted. Her cheeks burned red. She yelped when a pair of hands began gliding over her clothed body.
"Are you sore?" Harry asked her. Hermione nodded slightly.
"It's not as bad now, but this morning …" She left it at that. She squealed when he stuffed his hand down the front of her panties. She gasped as he gently massaged her rapidly dampening slit. "Oh!" she squeaked. "That feels brilliant," she moaned as his middle finger rubbed the length of her slit. Hermione's cute mewls of pleasure were music to his ears.
He should have remembered Ron's jealousy toward any boy who showed the slightest romantic interest in Hermione. There was Krum and McLaggen. There were probably other boys that he didn't remember or even know about. Harry wasn't worried about that though. Hermione was now his, even though she didn't know it yet. There was no way he would let the girl whore herself out like a piece of meat. He didn't care about the other girls in school, but Hermione he did. He didn't even mind Susan and Hannah whoring themselves in the future. He liked them as friends for sure, but he had no romantic feelings for them. Harry didn't even really have romantic feelings for Hermione either. His aversion to her being a whore came from his sense of loyalty. Hermione was his best friend, and he would take care of and protect any version of her that he came across.
"Don't worry about Ron. He'll get over it soon enough," Harry promised.
"Mmmm," Hermione hummed in pleasure. "Yeah, I guess," she said, sounding like she didn't care at the moment.
"You know, Hermione," he said as he flicked her clit a few times which sent mini-orgasms throughout her body. "I have a ton of gold in the bank. I was thinking about opening a brothel or strip club or something after school. If things go well here, maybe you can manage it for me. You wouldn't have to whore or strip, and I'd pay you really well," Harry promised as he rubbed her clit.
"Oh!" she squeaked loudly. Harry wasn't sure if it was from happiness or pleasure. "That would be wonderful, Harry!" she choked out. By then, her legs were open in a downward V, and arousal was dripping down the insides of her thighs. "C-Can you do that vibrating finger thing again, please," she begged. Harry smirked as his fingers began vibrating. He lightly pinched her clit and rolled the little nub between his fingers. When he slid them inside of her and curled them, the students walking down the corridor just outside of her office heard the pleasured scream of Hermione Granger violently cumming around his fingers.
Red Light District
"Alright, now which of you girls haven't had sex yet? Come on now … Don't be shy. Hands up," Bella asked the class. She was standing near the bed and looking around the class. Slowly, a few hands were raised. Hermione looked slightly embarrassed but pleased that her hand remained down. Susan and Hannah's hands remained down as did all the fifth-year girls and above. Harry was slightly surprised to see Daphne's hand up. She was a true beauty, and he was sure that there was a never-ending line of boys trying to get her into bed. Her friend Tracey had her hand up as did Pansy Parkinson. Lavender's hand was down, which was no surprise. The Patil twins both had their hands up.
"Miss Parkinson … on the bed," Bella called out. Pansy got up from her seat and walked to the front of the class. She tried her best to look confident, but Harry could tell that she was nervous. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached back and unhooked her bra. She let it drop to the floor and crawled onto the bed. Harry didn't need to be told what to do. Already naked and hard, he got on the bed and positioned himself down at Pansy's legs. The top of her head was facing the class, so she couldn't see their reactions. Harry, on the other hand, could see all the girls looking on with rapt attention. He could even see Angelina in the back. Her panties were pulled aside, and she was sneakily rubbing circles around her hard clit. Hermione was dutifully writing notes in her muggle-style notebook. It wasn't something she had to do, she just wanted to document everything for future reference. Harry looked down at Pansy who looked back with wide eyes. While not as cute as some of the girls in class, she was better looking than others.
Her black hair was chin-length, and she had big, brown eyes that brilliantly reflected the light. Her lips were soft and pink, and her nose was small and slightly upturned. Her skin was as pale as every other pureblood in Slytherin and looked just as soft. Her breasts were small … Maybe a large A-cup Harry thought. Her nipples were only a few shades darker than her skin and were quite puffy. Her belly was slim and toned, and her hips flared with soft, gentle curves. Her light purple panties were pulled down just a tad and gave him a glimpse of her perfectly smooth mound. Her legs weren't very long since she was a short girl, but they were incredibly sexy nonetheless. They were toned and beautifully shaped. Harry couldn't see a single blemish on her porcelain skin. On her feet were the little, puffy slippers that most of the girls wore during class. Harry easily popped them off and tossed them to the foot of the bed. As soon as his hands gripped the waistband of her panties, her legs lifted up, and he slid them up her thighs and off her small feet. Harry's eyes lowered to her now exposed pussy. Between her closed thighs were two plump, hairless lips that were pressed together tightly. The scent of her arousal hit him full in the face, and his cock throbbed wildly. Harry pressed the pad of his thumb between her lips and began sliding it up and down. When he made it vibrate, Pansy's eyes fluttered wildly before rolling into the back of her head. Her back arched, and she let out the most desperate moan that he had ever heard. A few girls giggled at Pansy's reaction, but Bella shut them up with a single look.
Pansy had never felt such pleasure before. Her bare feet were resting on his shoulders, and she had to fight the urge to wrap her legs around the back of his neck and pull his face directly onto her pussy. When his thumb drifted lower and tickled the rim of her asshole, Pansy bucked hard as the lights flashed in the backs of her eyes.
"Over the next couple of weeks, each of you girls is going to get your turn in bed with our cute, little fucktoy," Bella teased him. This time she didn't stop the girls from giggling madly. Harry sent her a halfhearted glare as Pansy spread her legs like a high-class whore. Harry's fingers entered her, and he curled them upward. Pansy was massaging her small tits while thrusting her hips up and down.
"After each of you has been properly good and fucked, I'll start teaching you how to really pleasure a man," Bella told them as she sat on her chair and crossed her leg. It was clear that she was waiting for him to put on a show. Harry got into position and rubbed his cock the length of her pussy. By then, Pansy wanted him badly. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she pulled him in as soon as his head touched her opening. They both moaned in unison as he entered her for the first time. Harry felt her warm, wet tunnel expand as he penetrated her inch after inch. Once he was fully in, he used his vibrating thumb again to massage her clit while his hips started to move. Pansy cried out in pleasure as her walls tightened even further. She wasn't as tight as Hermione, but it was very close. Pansy was squirming, mewling, and clawing at the sheets as he thrust into her. Harry lifted his eyes up and looked around the classroom.
He saw Cho Chang squirming in her seat as though she wanted nothing better than to stuff her hand down the front of her panties. Hermione was wholly focused on taking notes as she scribbled away. Daphne's cheeks were pink, and she was rubbing her smooth thighs together. The scent of wet pussy hung heavy in the air. All he could hear was the sound of multiple girls breathing heavily while Pansy's wet pussy created a loud, wet squelching sound. As he caught Daphne's eyes, she blushed madly and reached down. Pulling her panties aside, she flashed her perfect, pink pussy at him. This drove him mad with desire. He grabbed Pansy behind her knees and folded her body in half. His hips were like a jackhammer, and he was drilling his long, hard cock directly into her g-spot. Pansy screamed violently as pussy juice began squirting from her cumming pussy. Harry moaned loudly as he felt his end nearing.
"Finish on the whore's face, Harry," he heard Bella's instructions. He had no problems complying. As soon as his balls began tightening, Harry pulled out of her sloppy wet pussy and straddled her chest. Harry grabbed Pansy's hand and placed it on his cock. Bella nodded in appreciation and waited for Pansy to start jerking him off.
"Work his cock, whore!" Bella cried out, her anger flashing momentarily. Immediately, Pansy's hand began moving. After half a dozen strokes, Harry moaned and shot a thick string of cum across Pansy's face. Another thick load landed on her lips and chin, and even more streaked across her face and landed in her hair. Her hand didn't stop moving until his balls were empty. Getting up, Harry looked on in amusement. Nearly every inch of skin on her face was covered in cum. Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips clean. Bella looked pleased with Harry's actions.
"Alright … Who's next?"