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RATING:  NC-17

WARNING:  Graphic sexual situations/multiple partners

AUTHOR:  Scorpio

SUMMARY:  Harry discovers that speaking to snakes isn’t the only magical talent his has with his tongue.




Girls, Girls, Girls

Scorpio


It had been a week since his trip to the Prefect’s Bathroom when he finally figured out the secret to the golden egg with Myrtle’s help. He and Hermione were spending most of their free time in the Library researching ways to breathe underwater and Ron was mostly making a nuisance of himself trying to show how much of a good friend he was. Not that Harry wasn’t glad that Ron was no longer angry at him and wanted to be friends again, because he was, it was just that he now had an easier time of comparing Ron and Hermione since he had spent so much time with just her.


Ron was more laid-back, easier to joke around with and delightfully crude when he wanted to be. When he wasn’t in a snit over some imaginary slight, Ron was a fun bloke to pal around with. Hermione was much more uptight and tense and her sense of humor wasn’t nearly as big. On the other hand, Hermione only got upset over real issues, was much more supportive of Harry and was willing to bend over backwards to help him out, even when the rest of the school turned against him. Simply put, Hermione was trustworthy and Ron wasn’t.


That hurt to admit.


Also, Ron was a bit…childish. First, Ron was very hateful and mean to both himself and Hermione after his name came out of that cursed Goblet until the First Task was over. At that point, he did an about face and practically demanded that Harry forgive him and be his friend again. Once Harry had offered that forgiveness, Ron devoted a lot of energy to trying to push Hermione away and fought with her over who could spend time with Harry, as if he was some prize to be won. Ron didn’t like researching for things in the Library, even if it was to help Harry out with the Tasks, so he was being very churlish and short tempered.


The Yule Ball was a horror that Harry didn’t think he’d ever get over. Ron ignored and pushed away Hermione, asked out Fluer and was rejected and then turned to Hermione as if she was some sort of second-best consolation prize. That he got angry when she didn’t swoon in delight was a sign that Harry should have taken more seriously.


Ron ruined the night for six different people with his anger and jealousy. Granted, Harry probably shouldn’t have let Ron keep him from being with Parvati just so he could complain about Krum. Harry found himself half caught between trying to keep that infamous Weasley temper in check and feeling resentful about having to be at the Yule Ball at all.


In all fairness, Cho didn’t help matters either. It was quite distracting to see the woman who had rejected you looking beautiful and delighted to be in the arms of another man. Still, the night turned out to be a disaster.


Now, Ron was driving Hermione nuts with a bunch of mixed signals. Half the time he acted like he really liked her and wanted to be her boyfriend and the other half he ignored her and pushed her away while yammering on about how beautiful Fluer was in her presence. Harry had half a mind to warn Hermione to never ever date Ron Weasley. He might be sort of a good friend some of the times, but he’d probably be a horrible boyfriend all of the time.


All of this tension, however, wasn’t good for his own mood. He could feel the scowl forming on his face. He seriously needed to relax and let his temper cool off. Going to the common room or his dorm wouldn’t help; Ron would be there and he was sure to set off Harry’s temper quickly. He vaguely wished that Sirius was around to talk to about it and he was half afraid that if he confessed all this to Hermione that she would get angry at him like Ron had done before. He couldn’t stand that.


That’s when the idea hit him. The Prefect’s Bathroom. It was perfect. He could draw up a hot bath and just float and let his mind drift. A long hot soak was just what he needed to feel better.


Packing up what he would need and grabbing his map, Harry quickly made his way to the large luxurious bathroom. Checking to make sure it was empty, he slipped inside. It was just as he remembered it, all gleaming tile and silver fixtures. Grinning, Harry took off his clothes, folded them neatly and tucked them into a dry corner by the stack of towels. Then, he stepped into the pool of steaming water and swam over to the huge metal construction that allowed scented potions, lotions, oils and shampoos to squirt out into the water. He tapped a couple buttons, twisted a few knobs and soon he was floating in a sea of pine scented bubbles.


Harry was unsure how long he floated there when an idea hit him. How long could he hold his breath for? And could the air freshening charm work on air that’s already inside someone’s lungs? If it worked, then he could cast the charm on his own lungs and simply renew it occasionally and he’d never run out of clean air to breath.


Wanting to go about it logically, Harry grabbed his wand and cast a variation of the tempus charm that allowed one to monitor how much time had past. It was normally used so that potions didn’t sit on the fire too long before one started the next step in the brewing process, but Harry figured that it would be just as good for timing how long he could hold his breath. He would try it first to see how long he could hold his breath underwater without assistance. So, taking a deep breath and closing his mouth tight, Harry dunked himself under the thick layer of bubbles. Less than a minute later, he was shooting up into the air and sputtering for breath.


Once he had gotten all of the water out of his nose, Harry tried again. This time, he cast the tempus charm, took a deep breath and cast the air freshening charm at his lungs. It didn’t work quite as he planned since he wasn’t able to actually speak the spell out loud. He had to practice a bit in order to cast it without speaking. He found he still had to lip-sync the words, pretending to say it while thinking it very hard.


So, trying again, Harry cast tempus, took a deep breath and silently cast the air freshening charm and then sank down into the deep pool of water. As it got close to the time when he’d had to get out of the water before, Harry once more silently cast the air freshening charm. The ache in his lungs eased tremendously. He smiled. This just might work.


Harry was about to cast the air freshening charm for the fifth time in a row when suddenly a pair of legs stepped into the far side of the pool. The body moving about caused a bunch of ripples in the mountains of bubbles overhead, but Harry didn’t notice that, he was too busy being worried about getting caught in the Prefect’s Bathroom when he wasn’t a Prefect. He silently cast the spell again to give himself more time to think up an excuse.


Of course, all thoughts of excuses and lies fled his mind when the Prefect turned around and Harry realized that it wasn’t boy legs he was looking at, but girl legs. A pair of shapely girl legs that led up to a very enticing, very shaved and smooth… well, he didn’t know a word for it that wasn’t considered to be naughty, but he really liked what he saw. He found himself unconsciously drifting closer and wishing that his eyesight was better without his glasses. The water didn’t help matters either and he craned his head to get a better glimpse at the sweet secrets that were tucked inside those two bald little lips of skin between the girl’s legs.


It wasn’t until Harry saw his hand reaching out towards the Prefect all on it’s own that he realized he was hiding underwater staring at some unknown girl’s shaved snatch with a throbbing hard-on bobbing up and down between his legs. He was starting to panic when the girl slipped on the wet floor. She didn’t slide under the water, but her one foot slid along the bottom of the pool until she caught herself. Harry was thrilled to get an up-close look right into the center of her naked sex without her legs being in the way. His penis throbbed in agony and his balls grew tight and hot.


The girl must have regained her balance, for she lifted the leg that had slipped and a hand reached down into the water and rubbed at her knee for a moment. Harry floated under the water and ogled her shaved crotch, wondering what it felt like, smelt like or even, Merlin help him, what it tasted like. Slowly, the girl set her foot back down on the floor, her hand trailing up her thigh with just the fingertips touching her skin. Then, slowly and almost casually, those fingertips brushed over her shaved snatch before the middle finger slipped down to slide between those lips of skin hiding their buried treasure.


Harry had only a shocked second or two to realize that the girl was fingering herself in front of his eyes when his whole body spasmed in orgasm and his throbbing penis began shooting jets of cum into the hot water around him.


This, of course, caused him to loose his concentration on the air freshening charm and he nearly drowned. Sputtering and gasping while still shaking from his spontaneous orgasm, Harry rose up out of the water only to find himself staring into the shocked and embarrassed face of Katie Bell.


Katie somewhat recovered first, although she was more in shock at seeing one of her housemates and Quidditch teammates half drowned than she was about being seen naked.


“Oh Merlin, Harry! Are you okay? What are you doing in here? This is the Prefect’s Bath!”


Harry, on the other hand, had just seen his very first naked woman and was still amazed at how wonderful and sexy one could be, so he did what he normally did at times of high stress and distractibility – he blurted out the first thing on his mind.


“Shaved bald!”


“Wha..?” was Katie’s confused response.


Harry’s eyes drifted down Katie’s body as if he could see her naked crotch through the floating mountains of soap-bubbles between them, “No hair at all…” his voice trailed off in a whisper of awe.


Katie blushed a violent shade of red when she realized exactly what he meant.


***


The next morning Harry woke up in his dorm bed tangled up in his sheets, with a soft cry on his lips and a sticky warm mess in his boxer shorts. His spent penis was still twitching and his limbs were trembling. A vision of Katie Bell laying before him with legs spread as she fingered and pet her bare naked snatch while moaning his name still sparkled in his mind.


***


Harry sat next to Hermione at breakfast. Normally he listened to her early morning rambling about her plans for the day while Ron shoveled as much food into his mouth as quickly as humanly possible. Today, Harry just mindlessly nodded along without hearing a word she said. His attention was completely focused on another girl who was sitting partway down the Gryffindor table. Katie Bell was surrounded by Angelina Johnson on one side and Alicia Spinnet on the other. All three were giggling madly.


Harry couldn’t help himself, when he looked at Katie all he could think about was her beautiful and glorious shaved snatch. Those thoughts brought a light flush to his face and a rock solid hard-on to his trousers.


Suddenly, the three girls all turned their heads in unison to look at him. They all blinked at seeing him stare at them, blushed deeply and then turned back to each other and giggled some more. He knew that Katie must have told them about her accidentally getting into the Prefect’s pool-sized tub with him and his subsequently seeing her naked girl parts, but he couldn’t work up any real embarrassment over it. He was too busy wondering if Angelina and Alicia shaved their snatches too.


That thought, of course, led him to try and imagine how they would do it. Would they use some type of hair removal charm? He could picture them laying there all sweaty in a steam filled room, rubbing each others naughty bits with their wands. Rubbing and chanting, chanting and rubbing until with a great cry of passion all of their crotch hair evaporated in a puff of sexual energy. Or maybe they used a hair dissolving potion? One that they would need someone’s help to rub in? He could imagine Katie laying there with her legs spread as Angelina and Alicia poured a golden shimmering potion all over her sex and then used their fingers to rub it in to all those slippery folds. Rubbing and petting, petting and rubbing until with a great cry of passion all of her snatch hair dissolved in a puff of sexual energy. They could take turns rubbing each other and then rinsing off, pouring warm water over their sweet little snatches until those smooth hairless lips were exposed to his hungry eyes.


He was pulled out of his fantasy when Katie began to rummage around in her school bag and pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill. He watched silently as she scratched out her note, but that wasn’t what he was thinking about. He was more concerned with the fact that breakfast would be ending soon. His penis was so hard that it was almost painful by this point and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get up and walk to class. Picturing the naughty thoughts about Katie in his head was worth it though and he now knew how he’d be spending his time in History of Magic.


An elbow poked him in the ribs and he turned his head to look in confusion at Eddie Brandelwit, “huh?” Not eloquent, but it’ll do.


Eddie just shrugged, handed him a folded up bit of parchment and nodded his head towards the three giggling Gryffindor Chasers. Harry looked back over at the girls and Katie waved her fingers at him while all three giggled again. Raising one eyebrow up at them, he looked down and unfolded her note to him.


*I’m not wearing any knickers.*


It took Harry’s brain a brief moment to process that thought and then realize that it meant that Katie was sitting at the table in a short pleated skirt with her naked snatch bare to any stray breeze…or wandering fingers.


With a quiet grunt, Harry came in his trousers.


***
 
***


Harry was sitting in the Common Room trying to study. Well, more like he was flipping through a book Hermione had handed him and was looking for spells that might prove interesting or helpful while underwater.


He’d confessed to his experiments in the Prefect Bathroom. At least, the experiments with breathing underwater, he’d left out the part about Katie. Once she had gotten over the fact that he had broken school rules once again by going in there in the first place, Hermione had gotten very excited and was enthusiastic about helping him develop his idea into a workable plan. He pointed out that they needed to figure things out in advance since he would need time to learn to cast any necessary spells silently.


So far, Hermione had also suggested learning a heating charm, either for the water or for himself. She had reasoned that the freezing temperatures of Black Lake in February wouldn’t be close to resembling the hot steamy waters in the Prefect’s Bath and that it might effect his performance as well as his health to go wading in unprotected. Thinking of Katie sneaking up on him in the bubbles; Harry had mused that there might be things in the water, creatures that lived there all the time.


That had been enough for Hermione to race off to the Library to research Black Lake itself. Once she had drawn up a list of all of the plants, animals and creatures that called the lake its home, then they could figure out defenses against them. Harry agreed it was the best idea yet, but he also knew that he’d need more time practicing the air freshening charm. That was the most critical aspect of this plan. Unfortunately, just thinking of getting naked and climbing into that pool-sized tub made his penis hard.


So here he was, sitting at one of the few study tables and aimlessly flipping through a large dusty book while Ron tried to convince him to either not do something or to actually do it. As he wasn’t really paying attention, Harry wasn’t sure which. Seamus and Dean were off in a corner with Lavender and Parvati and all four were fascinated with something in one of the girl’s magazines. Mostly, he was just feeling kinda bored and restless while waiting on Hermione.


That’s when he heard it. Three feminine voices raised in rather naughty laughter. His head whipped up and he turned to look…there was Katie Bell sitting on the couch by the fire with Angelina on one side of her and Alicia on the other. Katie looked up and caught his eye. With a wicked smirk she uncrossed her legs and shifted them so that they were wide open and giving him the perfect view right up her skirt. He saw then and there that she hadn’t been lying in her note that morning; she really wasn’t wearing any knickers. A brief beautiful flash of that sweet naked shaved snatch was all he got though, because she shifted again and crossed her legs in the other direction. No one in the Common Room beyond the four of them knew what she had done.


It was enough though. His hard-on was back with a vengeance and tenting his trousers for all the world to see.


With a groan, Harry snapped his book shut and stood up. He reached down and adjusted himself for maximum room in his trousers and began to limp his way to the staircase. The three girls stared at him for a moment and then they burst into giggles. He didn’t really care, he just wanted to get upstairs to his dorm so he could climb in bed, shut his curtains and wank until his wrist gave out.


***


Despite enjoying it immensely, wanking before falling asleep last night didn’t help any as far as taming his nighttime dreams went. Once again, Harry awoke to find himself tangled up in his sheets, coated in a thin film of sweat and groaning out the last few pulses of his orgasm into his boxer shorts. The vision lingering in his mind was essentially the same as last night, but instead of watching Katie pet and finger her own sex, Harry has been allowed the privilege of fingering the blonde Chaser to orgasm.


If one were to overlook the sticky mess left in his shorts, it was quite a lovely little dream. One he much preferred, mess included, to the ones of Voldemort and that dirty rat traitor Pettigrew.


***


“Harry!”


With a start, Harry was yanked out of his daydreams of a wet naked Katie Bell and back into his physical body deep in the study sections of the Library. Stacks of dusty books lay about the table he was sitting at with Ron and Hermione, both of whom were staring at him.


“Wha…?”


Hermione’s look of annoyance shifted into one of slight concern.


“Harry, what’s wrong with you the past few days? You’ve been drifting off into silence and staring into middle space all day? Are you not feeling well?”


Harry just blinked at her while trying to bring his mind into some sort of order that didn’t involve kinky perversions.


“I hate to admit it,” Ron said with an apologetic shrug, “but Hermione’s got a point. Usually you’ve got an intense focus that drives me barmy, but you’ve been losing it lately, mate.”


Both he and Hermione graced Ron with identical looks of mild surprise. It had been a long time since he was willing to agree with Hermione on anything. Beyond that, Ron normally wasn’t one to notice anything unless it had to do with food or Quidditich, so his noticing Harry’s periods of…abstraction meant that they were even more obvious than he’d realized. He tried to scramble around in his brain for a valid excuse that wouldn’t really be a lie. He was pants at lying.


“Er…well, I’ve been… It’s a bit embarrassing…”


Hermione’s face was a picture; a perfect mixture of sympathy and curiosity. Curiosity won out in the end, of course,


“Yes, well, you can tell us anything Harry. You know that, right?”


Ron nodded his head in mute agreement. Harry merely sighed and blushed.


“Er…okay, I’ve… well, I’ve been thinking about…” he cast about in his mind some more and couldn’t find anything suitable, so he blurted out what was on the top of his head, “…shaving.”


They both graced him with confused and incredulous looks. After a few extremely uncomfortable moments of staring at each other, Hermione’s face shifted to one of understanding and then mildly horrified sympathy. For a brief moment Harry’s heart slammed fearfully in his chest as he was convinced that she had figured out his most recent obsession and was going to calmly explain to him that it wasn’t right to be a twisted deviant pervert and that he should take some sort of nasty tasting potion to tame his unruly prick.


Instead, she reached out and gently patted his hand before reaching up and running two ink stained, but soft fingertips along the edge of his chin.


“Yes, I suppose you are getting a little fuzzy around the edges, aren’t you?” She pulled back her hand and gave him a watery smile, “You’re growing up and becoming a man, yet you don’t have a father to give you good advice, even one as simple as a shaving charm.”


Harry’s eyes widened slightly at her words. He hadn’t even considered that, even if it was all true, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Her words sounded much better than him trying to explain that he was mostly thinking about bare naked snatch. His blush deepened and he looked down. He felt like even more of a pervert now.


“Don’t worry, mate.” Ron’s voice was unusually soft and sympathetic. “We’ll work it out.”


“Er…” Harry didn’t get very far with his non-thought when Ron brightened up again, a triumphant grin on his face.


“I’ve got an idea.” Ron gestured to Hermione. “Hermione here can continue helping you look up stuff for the lake, and I’ll start looking up shaving stuff and other…” he coughed delicately, “men things. I’ll even write to my dad and get his advice on the subject. I’ll share whatever I find out with you.”


Harry was a bit stunned, but Hermione was nodding her head enthusiastically.


“You should look up a bunch of things on all areas of hygiene and grooming and then share them with all of your dorm mates, Ron. No offence, but the brief lecture in first year was pretty basic and sometimes you boys tend to…well, smell funny. If you know what I mean.”


Despite her words to the contrary, both Harry and Ron were a little offended by that last observation. Even if it was true.


***


That night found Harry in the Common Room again, this time with Hermione at his side as he practiced a simple warming charm that she had found. It was one that they felt would work best because of the fact that so much of it depended on mental focus instead of words to begin with. There were other charms that heated things faster and to a higher temperature, but they require a long string of words to define the area or object to be heated. This charm only required a single activation word and it would focus on whatever area or object the caster mentally concentrated on. The thing was, in order to gain the benefit of speaking fewer words; they had to sacrifice the effectiveness. It produced less heat at a slower rate.


It was the best they could find however, so Harry was practicing it over and over again in an attempt to be able to learn to cast it silently at first, and then eventually, underwater.


He cast the spell and concentrated on heating the surface of the work table.


He cast the spell and concentrated on heating the air swirling around him.


He cast the spell and concentrated on heating Hermione’s stocking feet. She grinned and thanked him as they were a bit chilly. He winked back at her in reply.


He cast the spell and concentrated on heating the blanket over the laps of Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley. They waved at him and grinned.


He cast the spell and concentrated on heating up the cooling mug of hot chocolate in Ron’s hand. Ron raised it to him in a silent toast and then took a sip. Smacking his lips and sighing delightedly he nodded at Harry, “Ta, mate.”


He cast the spell…and was distracted as Katie Bell stepped into the Common Room from the staircase leading from the girl’s dormitories. His focus, of course, went directly to her shaved snatch hiding underneath her bouncy pleated skirt. Without truly meaning to, he heated up her silk knickers and the sensitive hairless bits beneath.


Katie stumbled to a stop with a soft squeak, flushed bright red as the slowly growing heat triggered her arousal. She broke out in a light sweat; her sex rapidly grew wet enough to drench her knickers and began to drip down the inside of her thighs. She looked up and found herself looking into the intense green eyes of Harry Potter. With a quiet gasp, Katie orgasmed where she stood.


***


That night Harry’s dreams were even more detailed, as he could now add the look of surprised pleasure that had crossed Katie’s face down in the Common Room to the visual images of touching her smooth sex. Of course, he also dreamed that his hands were magically hot to the touch, so he shouldn’t have been surprised to awaken only to find that his fingertips were glowing a warm reddish-gold. Since he hadn’t actually cum yet, he wrapped those toasty digits around his throbbing penis and wanked himself silly. He quite enjoyed it and decided that he would have to remember that trick for next time.


***

 
***


The next few days were much the same. Harry tried hard to pay attention in his classes so that he could get his homework done as quickly as possible. Once that was out of the way, he spent the majority of his free time either with Hermione in research of new spells that would be helpful with what they suspected of the Second Task or in practicing the spells that had already made their list.


Both Ron and Hermione were interested in his technique for learning to cast silently. He started by being competent in casting it normally. This meant he had to have full control over the strength of the spell, the area of effect and the time limit, if any, that it would have. All of those little nuances that came only from practice, but which meant the difference between bumbling amateur and competent professional had to be worked out in advance.


Once he could cast the spell perfectly while speaking it, Harry would cast it again and again in succession, each time speaking softer and softer and putting more and more emphasis on ‘thinking’ the words in his head. Eventually, he could cast the spell without making a sound or even moving his lips.


Oddly enough, Ron was better at this than Hermione. Oh, she could still learn a new spell faster than either boy, but she had some sort of mental block when it came to silent casting. She could whisper the spell so softly that no one could hear her unless they were standing right next to her, but silent casting left her spells with very little raw power. Ron had only managed to cast two spells silently, but both were at his full strength.


This state of things left the two of them bickering quite a bit, Ron alternated between gloating over how powerful his casting was while grumbling about his lack of a large spell repertoire. Hermione grit her teeth through a lot of it, but she was very frustrated at her lack of success with silent casting, even if she knew many more spells than either of the boys.


Unless they started to get really nasty and hurtful, Harry left them to it and just practiced repeating spells over and over. This newfound diligence of his didn’t go unnoticed among the other Gryffindors and as they tended to do in times when he wasn’t being shunned, they attempted to emulate his lead. So it was that practicing the practical applications of their lessons in the Common Room became a very popular activity.


One wag had even conjured up a red and gold muggle rubber ball and proceeded to banish and summon it over and over again. The competitive nature of the Gryffindors took to the idea swiftly and many now tried to see who could keep their own balls floating back and forth across the Common Room the longest.


All in all it made for an almost festive atmosphere, many students’ grades improved a bit and Harry was given quite a few ideas by his generally clueless housemates.


The only real distraction for him was Katie Bell. He dreamed of her every night. Well, to be completely honest, he dreamed of her shaved girly bits every night and woke up every morning either covered in his own drying cum or just on the verge of orgasm and only needing a few quick tugs on his penis to send him over the edge. Every time he saw her he would spontaneously grow hard as a rock in his trousers and his face would blush bright red. She wasn’t much better.


He had snuck off to the Prefect’s Bath once again and had practiced the air freshening charm. He’d managed to stay underwater for almost half an hour before the temptation became too much and he wanked to his memory of her walking in on him last time.


He still couldn’t hold the charm and cum at the same time.


Of course, Katie knew that he was interested in her. Not that he really wanted to date her, because he didn’t. Not really. His interest was purely in what was under her skirt. Katie was a girl and a Gryffindor, so she tormented him over it every time she saw him. Flashes of long legs, quick notes passed with naughty things written to him about her knickers or lack there of, a few quick peeks and once, a whisper into his ear as she sauntered past about how she needed to go shave herself.


Harry had to excuse himself over that one as well. He’d used his silent casting to warm up his fingers and enjoyed a good fifteen minutes of teasing himself while picturing Katie rubbing a hair removal potion all along her slit. Good times.


Still, things were happening quickly in many different areas of his life; school work, research for the tournament, Ron and Hermione’s verbal spats and the unspoken emotional tug-of-war they were playing for Harry’s attention, and his growing obsession with Katie’s shaved snatch. Tension was ratcheting up all around and inside him and he knew that something had to give soon.


***


As it turned out the thing to give first was Katie Bell’s patience.


Harry was making his way towards the Great Hall for lunch all by himself when it happened. He was wandering down the Charms corridor on his way to meet Ron when a slim hand reached out from behind a tapestry, grabbed him by the back of his robes and dragged him into the dark. Harry was two seconds away from hexing his kidnapper into a steaming pile of goo when a brief shaft of light illuminated Katie’s face long enough for him to recognize her.


Instantly, Harry’s penis was painfully hard and his face began to blush bright red.


“K.Katie?”


Katie blushed, bit her lip, and then visibly steeled herself and straightened her shoulders.


“You’ve been staring at me a lot.”


Dumbly, Harry nodded.


“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”


Harry started to nod again, but then stopped and tilted his head slightly, a thoughtful look on his face.


“It’s kinda complicated.”


Katie frowned at him and he hastened to try and explain.


“I mean, I like you. A whole lot. I dream about you every night. I think about you all the time. But…” Harry shrugged at her and frowned slightly, “I don’t really think I’m ready for a girlfriend. With the way the newspapers are treating Hermione just because she’s my best friend and with the danger of the tournament I don’t think it’d be very fair to any girl to be known as my girlfriend. She’d be an instant target for all of the prats and vicious-minded wanna-bes out there.”


Katie opened her mouth, paused, closed it, and then opened it again.


Harry shrugged apologetically.


“I didn’t really think of it that way before, but you’re right. The Daily Prophet has been really mean to Hermione.”


“Yeah, what a great reward for being the only person in the whole school to stick by me when that stupid thrice-cursed Goblet spit out my name, huh?”


Katie blushed and looked away for a moment, embarrassed by the fact that she had believed that he had stuck his name in the Goblet until she realized just how deadly the Tasks were. Finally Katie took another deep breath and turned to face Harry again.


“So, you don’t really want a girlfriend because that would mean setting the girl up as a victim to Rita Skeeter, but you can’t help dreaming about me?”


Harry blushed bright red again and his hard penis throbbed in memory of those dreams.


“Yeah. I,…um…”


Katie grinned at him. It was a bit on the naughty side.


“So…In these dreams? What do I do? Are we walking around the lake? Flying brooms in a Quidditch match? Do we curl up in front of a big fire and whisper in each others’ ears?”


Those suggestions were so innocent and so far off base Harry couldn’t help but blurt out his next thought.


“No, you’re always naked and shaved and letting me bring you to orgasm with my fingers and tongue.”


They both froze at his words, staring at each other in wide-eyed shock for a second before they both blushed bright red.


Slowly, a smirk grew on Katie’s blushing face. Without a word, Katie reached down to pull her robes open to expose the Gryffindor jumper and tie she wore as well as the short pleated skirt that exposed a long expanse of her creamy pale legs. She shifted those legs so that she was standing with them spread far apart. Then, she reached out and put both of her hands on Harry’s shoulders and gently began to press him down to the floor.


“Well?” Her voice was husky and thick. “Get to it, Potter.”


Suddenly, Harry was convinced that this was a dream. He’d fallen asleep in Charms class and was having a naughty dream. He was going to be so embarrassed when he woke up with a mess in his trousers and everyone staring at him. Still, since he was dreaming, he might as well enjoy it.


He dropped to his knees before her and Katie’s fingers curled around the edges of her skirt and pulled it up to reveal a tiny scrap of scarlet lace pretending to be a set of knickers. Harry’s penis throbbed in appreciation of the sight.


Without even thinking about it, Harry silently cast the heating spell on his fingers and hands, warming them up. Just as they were starting to glow with the magic of his spell, he reached out with one fingertip and traced the line where her knickers met the flesh of her stomach. Her skin quivered slightly at his touch and he grinned.


Taking two fingers, one from each hand, he traced the line of her knickers along her thighs, slowly trailing inward and down until they met in the middle. He rubbed gently against the silk, feeling Katie’s naked slit beneath. Katie moaned and tilted her hips towards him, pressing against his hand.


His balls tingling with excitement and his throbbing shaft shouting encouragement, Harry grabbed hold of her knickers and slowly slid them down her lovely long legs. Without prompting, Katie shifted her weight and stepped out of them with first one foot and then the other. Harry stared hungrily at her shaved smooth snatch and almost absentmindedly he stuffed her knickers into his robe pocket.


Reaching out, Harry cupped her naked sex with his hand and silently willed the heat spell a little stronger. He could feel her press into his palm and grow very wet even as the most delicious and enticing scent began to waft from her. Curiously, he dipped his hot fingertips into her wet slit and began to fondle and explore her hidden folds.


Experimentally, he pulled back his hand and looked at his wet fingers. He brought them to his face and the scent of Katie’s arousal was strong in his nose. Without even thinking about it, he stuck a finger in his mouth and tasted her for the first time. She groaned and reached out to tangle her hands in his hair. A silent tug and he was being guided face first into her smooth wet sex.


He tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked along her wet slit. The response to this was instantaneous and wonderful. Katie moaned again and flipped her right leg up and over his shoulder in order to open herself up to him and then she pressed her wet snatch tightly against his mouth. For his part, he could feel his throbbing penis begin to dribble a steady stream of pre-cum, soaking his boxer shorts.


Her taste was sweet and musky and he knew that he’d never get enough of this even if he lived to be the Headmaster’s age. She smelled so good and tasted even better. Before he knew it, his tentative little licks had given way to him burying his nose in the top of her slit, his chin in the back of her slit and his tongue deep inside her hidden middle. He licked and sucked and rubbed at her as she moaned and pressed herself tight against him.


Although Harry wouldn’t realize it until much later, he had silently cast a mild heat spell and tickle spell with this lips and tongue, instead of his fingers or wand. Katie seemed to enjoy it a whole lot if the flood of sweet wetness pouring into his mouth and on his face while she shivered and trembled meant anything.


Time seemed to lose all meaning for Harry as he brought both Katie and himself from peak to peak over and over again. Every time she trembled and flooded his mouth with her orgasm, Harry’s penis would shoot into his trousers and he trembled right back at her starting another round of licking and sucking. It was finally Katie who stopped them, pushing Harry’s head away from her and lowering her leg shakily to the floor.


“We…we have…to stop…for…classes.” Katie panted at him between gasping for breath as she leaned hard against the wall and tried without much success to fix her skirt and shirt.


Harry looked up at her almost uncomprehending and panted as well. They were both sweaty and sticky and disheveled. He waved his hand at her, and then at himself twice and silently cast three mild cleaning charms. One was aimed at her wet snatch and the other two were aimed at his own messy trousers and his soaking wet face.


Katie didn’t notice that the spells were silent and wandless, neither did Harry.


Instead, she reached out with one hand, pulled him to his feet and leaned forward to kiss him deeply. With a bit of ironic humor, Harry realized that this was his first kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Katie smiled at him and gently brushed one hand along his cheek and adjusted his glasses for him.


“We will definitely have to do this again sometime soon, Harry.”


Harry just nodded at her dumbly with a big stupid grin on his face.


***
 
***


Breakfast in the Great Hall was a bit embarrassing for Harry as he found himself bracketed by Ron and Hermione and thus neither of them was able to block him from view of the three Gryffindor Chasers sitting slightly further down the other side of the table. Katie sat between Angelina and Alicia and all three of them would glance over at him before blushing and then pulling their heads together to whisper and giggle.


The memory of what he had done with and to Katie in that private little nook behind the tapestry in the Charms corridor was foremost in his mind and he was absolutely sure that Katie had shared all of the details of their escapade with her two best friends. While he was glad that she wasn’t angry over him not wanting to be her boyfriend, the reasons behind that were real. He was worried that if anyone overheard them talking or if the other two girls decided to spread the news that Katie could still come under fire from the newspapers. It was bad enough that Hermione was being shunned by a large portion of the school and that her name and reputation was being dragged through the mud by the Daily Prophet.


Not that it would stop him from doing it with her again. He distinctly remembered her promise that they would and he was looking forward to it. He just hoped that they could find someplace with a little more room. He’d like to stretch her naked body out and kiss her everywhere before he dove back into her smooth and sopping wet slit.


Just then, a bunch of mail owls flew into the Great Hall and pulled his mind out of his fantasies and his eyes away from the blonde that was still giggling at him with her friends. That was a good thing though as he had just enough warning to partially stand up and reach out with Seeker reflexes to catch the Weasley’s ancient owl, Errol. The poor thing was panting for breath and had practically passed out from exhaustion in Harry’s arms.


Ron rolled his eyes in exasperation even as he untied the thick envelop from the poor owl’s leg. Hermione on the other hand, stared at it in concern.


“Um, maybe we should take Errol down to Hagrid to look over. The poor thing looks about done in. I’m sure that Hagrid would be able to help it. Maybe he could suggest a tonic?”


Ron, being so used to seeing Errol near collapse, simply looked at her with a baffled expression on his face. Harry, on the other hand, tried to imagine seeing his beloved Hedwig like this and had to agree.


“You’re right, Hermione. I think Hagrid could help poor Errol out a bit, even if it’s just providing a quiet space for him to rest up.”


Ron, not able or willing to argue against a visit to Hagrid, no matter the reason, quickly stuffed his letter into his school bag and the three of them stood up and began to march out of the Great Hall. When they passed the three Chasers, he got a wink and a chorus of, “Bye Harry,” followed by a bunch of giggles. Hermione shot him an arch look, but didn’t comment. Harry was glad for that.


***


Lunch was a much less stressful affair as Katie and her friends weren’t there. Harry wasn’t sure if that bothered him or not. Still, he had enjoyed his lazy Saturday morning with Hagrid and the recently outted half-giant did indeed have a suggestion for a tonic that would help poor Errol. He warned that the owl’s biggest problem was old age, but that the tonic would help give him some extra energy for long flights and would help with any stiffness or pain the bird suffered from.


Of course, Hermione wanted to brew a batch of it up and dose Errol before Ron sent him back to the Burrow. So, after they were done eating, the three of them collected Hermione’s potions kit and a bunch of books for studying and headed down to the dungeons. Professor Snape had set aside a student lab for those who wanted to brew outside of class time and as long as one had a Prefect or a student taking the NEWT potions class to supervise, students were allowed to use it to brew.


When they got there, three of the nine brewing stations were available and Hermione walked up to the seventh year Ravenclaw who was acting as the lab monitor and showed him the tonic recipe and permission slip from Hagrid. The older student glanced over it briefly, asked a quick question or two and then sent Hermione over to him and Ron with a smile and a wave.


At Harry’s questioning look, Hermione grinned and shrugged, “Ravenclaws always respect students working on extra credit projects. And even though Professor Snape would never think to give extra credit for brewing outside of class, Hagrid will since we’re going to dose a sick owl.”


Ron and Harry grinned back broadly. Hagrid was truly the best.


Hermione directed their efforts, of course. She sent Ron off to collect any needed items that she didn’t have and then set Harry to preparing the ingredients while she herself did the actual brewing. Harry was busily slicing up some twisted root while Hermione was slowly stirring in some powered dragonfly. Ron had just finished tucking away several of Hermione’s bottles and jars when Harry had a thought.


“Hey Ron, what did old Errol bring you anyway?”


Ron looked over at him with a blank expression before blushing sheepishly.


“Don’t really know. We were all so worried about his health and rushing off to have Hagrid look him over that I just shoved the letter in my pocket and forgot about it.”


He and Hermione exchanged silent glances and tried not to snicker as Ron dug into his pocket and pulled out a lump of folded parchment. He opened it up and found three sheets of tiny parchment and a teeny little book. They all looked at it in confusion before Hermione’s face changed into an expression of understanding.


“I bet your mum or dad shrunk it to make it easier for Errol to carry. Tap it with your wand, Ron.”


Shrugging, Ron pulled out his wand and gave the packet a light tap. Instantly, the parchment and the book grew to their normal size. With a grunt of acknowledgement, Ron pushed the book aside and picked up the letters.


Harry noticed that the title of the book was Quick and Easy Spells and Potions to Aide in Good Grooming and Hygiene. He grinned. It looked like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley took Ron’s questions about a shaving spell seriously.


“My dad says that he is really interested in trying to shave the muggle way, but my mum put her foot down when she found out that it involved coating his face in whipped cream and then taking a straight razor to his own throat…”


Ron trailed off and looked up at Hermione with a mixture of confusion and horror. Harry snickered and Hermione merely rolled her eyes, but neither one of them tried to explain. Ron never understood whenever they tried to explain muggle things.


Shaking his head and muttering under his breath about crazy muggles, Ron started to read through the second page. That drew Harry up short and he absentmindedly slid the sliced root over to Hermione and began to count out 18 dried blueberries from the lab stores. Harry could easily admit to himself that he wasn’t an expert on getting mail. He didn’t have that many people he could write to and very few that would write him back. His very first bit of mail was his Hogwarts letter and he only really wrote to Sirius. Still, he couldn’t help but notice a distinct difference in the letters he received and the letter that Ron just got.


His notes to Sirius were normally short and only covered a single topic. Sirius’s replies were much the same; short and to the point. There were never any rambling descriptions of things, or humorous anecdotes, or packages. He figured that part of that was his own fault. His letters to Sirius didn’t really explain a lot about his life, so how could he expect his godfather to comment on things he knew nothing about? Also, Sirius most likely didn’t have a lot of writing supplies handy. He and Professor Lupin were on a severely limited budget where food and shelter would be the most important things to worry about.


Automatically handing over the correct number of blueberries to Hermione, Harry began to clean up the area he had used and returned the unused potion ingredients back to the spot in the student lab stores.


 The more he thought of it, the more he realized that he and Sirius were like strangers to each other, albeit ones that had some vague connection and a sense of duty to the other. Ron, on the other hand, had a family. Not liking that realization, Harry vowed to himself to change that as soon as he could.


Smiling softly at his vague half-plans, Harry turned to face Hermione.


“Anything else I need to do?”


She double checked the recipe and looked around her at everything before shaking her head.


“Not just yet. I have to stir a few more times and then add the blueberries. After that we have to let the potion simmer for ten minutes.”


Harry nodded and reached out to the book Ron had been sent. The red-head looked up and grinned before nodding towards to book and shaking the letter he was holding.


“Mum says that she was given that book by my grandmum when she first started Hogwarts as a young girl. Some of the things in there won’t be useful to boys, but she promises that there’s still a lot of good stuff in there.”


Harry nodded and grinned back before opening the book and beginning to read.


***


Harry wasn’t really tired, but his eyes were beginning to feel the strain of doing so much research. He had left Hermione in the Library and was just looking forward to a long hot shower and a good night sleep.


He had had a full day as it was. The morning was spent with Hagrid and after lunch he and his two friends had brewed a tonic for Ron’s owl. After dosing him and sending him off to the Burrow with a vial of the remaining tonic and a note explaining what it was, Harry had excused himself to the Gryffindor boy’s bathroom and had practiced the hair removal charm listed in Mrs. Weasley’s book.


The book had said that the hair removal potion was preferred, but the charm followed by a good soothing lotion would work just as well. Harry didn’t have the patience to brew a second potion that day, but he was able to steal Dean’s bottle of hand lotion, so that worked out for him in the end. And the lotion really did help sooth any minor sting the charm might have caused.


All and all though, it was an easy charm and Harry supposed he might have gone a bit over board with it. He’d started by shaving the few little bits of fuzz on his chin and over his upper lip. He’d had such fun with it that he’d also removed the hair from under his arms, sprouting up on his chest, along both of his legs and of course, all the wiry black hair growing on and around his groin and bollocks. Yes, the lotion was definitely a good thing.


Afterwards he’d found himself delightfully surprised to find that his newly hairless bollocks were extra sensitive and that he could feel every movement and shift of his boxers against them.


He’d also spent way too much time playing with the charm, and then later himself, because he’d barely had time to dress and gather his things before Ron had dragged him down to dinner. After dinner, Hermione had dragged him off to the Library and was helping him to come up with a list of spells and defenses against the Grindylows that she had discovered lived in the lake. So far, they had found two different spells that they thought would work against the Grindylows and that were easy enough to learn to cast silently.


With a sigh, Harry stepped off of the small staircase and turned down a hallway that would lead him towards the main entry hall with the moving stairs so he could head towards Gryffindor. Up ahead he watched as one of the doors to an empty and abandoned classroom opened up. He slowed his steps and slid his wand out of his sleeve and into his hand.


As he got closer, the light spilling in from some dusty windows illuminated the figure standing in the doorway enough for him to recognize Angelina Johnson. He relaxed as soon as he realized that it wasn’t some random Slytherin or worse, a Death Eater looking to ambush him.


“Harry?”


He smiled at her and walked over only to notice that she was wrapped in a robe, but didn’t seem to be wearing anything else under it. He was suddenly nervous all over again, but for an entirely different reason.


“Angelina?”


She nodded and reached out to gently tug him into the empty classroom. Shutting the door behind him, he could see that she had been here a while and had fixed up the room how she wanted it. All the dust was mostly gone and the desks and chairs had been pushed against the walls and out of the way. She had apparently transfigured something into a soft looking mattress strewn with swathes of silk and velvet and laid it in the middle of the room on the floor. Streams of moonlight illuminated the room through colored panels of glass high up on the far wall and a few unlit candles sat about in various places.


He didn’t have time to ask what was going on before she aimed her wand at the door and cast a series of locking, silencing and privacy spells at it. He swallowed hard since the movement caused her robe to fall open and revealed that she was indeed naked under it. He blushed a painful red, but couldn’t look away from her lovely dark skin. It reminded him of the finest silkiest chocolate and made him wonder just how sweet she would taste. Wanting to see more, he waved his wand in a vague gesture and the candles scattered about leapt into flame.


Startled at the sudden light, Angelina spun to face him, saw the hungry look on his face and shyly turned her face away and plucked nervously at her robes, half in an effort to cover herself, but not quite succeeding.


“Um,…Harry?” She coughed nervously, but then lifted her head high and looked him defiantly in the eyes. “Katie told us, Alicia and I, that is. Well, she told us what you did to her in the Charms corridor.”


They both blushed and Harry nodded dumbly. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he just couldn’t believe it. Things like this didn’t happen to him.


“She also said that you weren’t interested in a steady girlfriend…”


He nodded again. “That’s true. The newspapers, particularly Rita Skeeter, will gleefully ruin the reputation of any girl I’m associated with. It doesn’t matter if they have to tell complete lies to do it either.”


She frowned, but nodded.


“Yeah, that’s what Katie said too.”


The frown melted then and a smirk took its place as Angelina reached up and fiddled with his already loosened tie.


“So…does that mean you’d be willing to do that with me as well?”


Harry stared in her eyes dumbfounded for a moment before allowing his gaze to slide down her body and then back up again.


“Oh yeah.”


He dropped his bookbag at his feet and slid his robe off into a pile on the floor. Sharing a naughty lust filled grin, they both rushed to get him out of his clothes as fast as possible. Soon, he was standing before her naked as the day he was born with both his wand and his penis pointing directly at her. With a giggle, Angelina dropped her own robe and dashed over to the transfigured mattress and flopped down on her back with her legs spread and knees bent.


Chuckling, Harry followed her over and dropped down on all fours before crawling up her body.  Leaning down, he gave her a deep wet and sloppy kiss, just like he had shared with Katie. Angelina moaned into his mouth and her hips rocked up to brush against his straining penis. He pulled back out of the kiss and grinned at her.


“Eager?”


“Hell, yes.”


She put her hands on both of his shoulders and gave a gentle nudge down her body. Chuckling, Harry paused long enough to fondle and suck at her nipples before continuing down her form. When he reached her snatch though, he found himself facing a neatly trimmed bush of thick kinky-curly black hair. He paused a moment to consider it and turned his head to face his pile of things. Pointing his wand, he whispered the summoning charm and then had to quickly reach up to catch Dean’s bottle of lotion. Making a mental note to remember to replace it, Harry sat back on his heals between Angelina’s wide spread thighs.


She raised up one eyebrow with a small frown of confusion until Harry ran the tip of his wand all along her mons, labia and even up the crack of her ass while softly murmuring the hair removal charm. He bent down close to make sure he didn’t miss any spot and then set down his wand and poured a bit of lotion into his hands.


Silently casting the heating charm on his hands and the lotion, Harry began to sooth any irritation she might feel by rubbing it in. He rubbed and petted the lotion into her thighs, stomach, and then all along her dark and puffy sex. Slowly, Angelina’s eyes slid shut and she began to rock her hips up and down, pressing her quickly aroused sex into his hands. The scent of her sweet arousal began to grow stronger than the lotion as Harry’s fingers dipped in and out of her folds.


Angelina reached down with her hands and placed them low on her mons and literally pulled herself open to his eyes. He groaned in lust and hunger at the sight before him. That was so naughty and dirty and his penis throbbed in pure appreciation. He explored a bit more and found one hot and tight little nub of flesh at the top of her slit that must have been supersensitive, because every time he rubbed it Angelina would gasp for breath and shudder under his hands.


Finally he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and he slid down so that he was lying on the mattress between her legs as he buried his face into her newly naked snatch. Almost instantly, Angelina lifted her long dark legs and draped them over his shoulders, practically wrapping his head in her thighs. Harry used his hands to grab her hips and ass in order to tilt her pelvis just right so that he could have the best angle.


After that his mind was lost in a blur of licking and nibbling, sucking and rubbing. He dipped his tongue into Angelina’s snatch as deep as he could and paid extra attention to the tight little nub of flesh that made her hump his mouth and cry out in pleasure. He silently cast the heating charm and the tickle charm on his lips and tongue, delighted in her scent and taste. He was barely aware of orgasming twice into the sheets beneath him as he unconsciously humped the mattress.


Finally, with one last cry, Angelina unwrapped her legs from around Harry’s head, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him up her body to kiss him deeply and taste her own juices on his face and in his mouth. Harry’s still hard penis slid like an arrow up past her hot wet folds, not entering her, but sliding along her slit and soaking him with her arousal. Gasping at this new and amazing sensation, Harry thrust twice along her slit and then shuddered as he spilled one last time, his cum splattering her tight stomach.


Still shuddering and trembling in Angelina’s tight hold, Harry lifted his head and looked her right in her sleepy and sated eyes.


“Thank you.”


She beamed at him and then leaned up for another kiss.


***
 
***


The next morning Harry awoke with a low cry and with his penis shooting cum into his sheets. His mind throbbed almost as hard as his bollocks with the image of Angelina rubbing her naked wet sex over his hard cock while Katie rubbed her naked wet sex over his mouth and tongue. He couldn’t see in his dream to be sure, but he had the feeling that the two girls were kissing each other while he pleasured them both.


***


Figuring that he’d have to give a little to get a little, Harry excused himself after breakfast stating that he wanted to put together a care package for Snuffles. Hermione thought that was a great idea and promised to put something together for him too.


Harry stood up from the table and found himself walking past three giggling and blushing Chasers. Feeling incredibly good between his plan, his extracurricular activities and his string of great dreams, he winked at them and leaned down to whisper in Alicia’s ear that she was next. He left them to the sounds of more giggling and a hot look of lust from the busty red-head.


Hurrying out of the Great Hall and back to Gryffindor, Harry opened his trunk and pulled out a stack of parchment. He instantly peeled off four sheets and folded them up with a clean quill tucked inside. Harry planned to send it with his letter as a subtle hint for Sirius to write him back.


Taking another small bit of parchment, he scribbled a quick note to Colin Creevey asking him if he had any pictures of him with Ron and Hermione he could spare. After a brief moment of thought, he also asked if he had a picture of the three Gryffindor Chasers together. Waking Hedwig with an apology and an offer of owl treats, he sent her to deliver his note right away while he worked on his letter to Sirius.


*


Dear Snuffles,


How are you and Moony doing? I hope that you are someplace safe with plenty to eat. I’m including a few galleons so that you both can buy stuff that you might need. I’m not sure what that might be, but I would guess warm socks and good boots might make the list…


*


Well, we think that we’ve figured out the Second Task. It’s going to be in held in the Black Lake here at Hogwarts. Something important of mine will be taken and hidden there, we think. I’ll have to go into the lake to retrieve it.


Hermione and I came up with a plan though. I’ve found that I can hold my breath for a real long time if I keep casting an air freshening charm on my lungs. I still need to practice because if I loose my concentration and let the air out I could easily drown. When I practice in the Prefect’s Bath and that happens all I have to do is stand up. That won’t work at the bottom of the lake…


*


Grindylows live in the lake, so we’ve come up with some spells to chase them off. I’d have to cast them silently while holding the freshening charm, but it’s the only idea we have. If you have any ideas or advice I’d appreciate it….


*


Anyway, speaking of practicing in the Prefect’s Bath, have I got a story for you. I swear it is totally true. It was a bit embarrassing at the time, but it leads to good things, so bare with me. I was soaking away some tension when I had the idea about the air freshening charm I told you about. I figured I’d give it a shot and see if I could do it. Oddly enough, it worked. So there I am, underwater and hidden by a mound of floating bubbles when a pair of silky smooth and creamy legs steps into the tub. The legs turn around and I can see that this girl shaves all the way up. And boy do I mean ALL the way. It was the most beautiful….


*


So now, every morning I wake up all sticky, if you know what I mean. My dreams are always centered around shaved and naked girl bits. It’s kinda embarrassing to always have to start my day with a personal cleaning charm, but it beats the hell out of dreaming about Voldemort. I don’t think the other guys in the dorm have figured it out yet, but….


*


Finally after days of teasing each other, she made her move. I swear on my heritage as the son of a Marauder, she yanked me into a secret hiding space behind a tapestry in the Charms corridor and confronted me about it. When I admitted to not wanting a girlfriend because of my fear that Rita Skeeter would trash her reputation like she did to Hermione, Katie just nodded and smiled and pushed me to my knees and demanded I service her. What’s a bloke to do? I mean, I’d never even kissed a girl at that point and there I was staring eye to knickers with one….


*


Ron let me read through the book and there are some really interesting things in there. Of course I went straight to the shaving charm. I think I might have over done it since I shaved my entire body with the exception of the hair on my head. And yes, that does include my bollocks, thank you very much.


So what? I’m a kinky sod and I’m not afraid to admit it.


*


Of course, I shaved Angelina’s snatch bald. I couldn’t resist. I’m sort of shocked that she didn’t hex me silly for taking such liberty, but I’d like to think I more than made up for it after. She sure did squeal enough to make me believe so anyway. She seemed to like it when I cast the tickle charm with my tongue and then touched her on this one place.


Seriously, Snuffles, I don’t even know what it’s called, but there’s this one little hard nub of flesh that….


*


Any advice you could give me about this would be appreciated too. I’m just going by instinct and I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. There isn’t anyone else I can ask. Ron wouldn’t know and Hermione would most likely hex me into a steaming pile of Gryffindor colored goo. It’s far too much fun to mess up and then not have them let me do it again, ya know….


*


Well, I guess that I should get back to studying for now. Please write back to me with any thoughts or just to tell me what you’ve been up to. Even little unimportant details are welcome.


Oh, and Hermione wants to add things to this package, so you might also want to send her a note as well.


Love and best wishes,

Harry


***


Somehow, Hermione had found a shoebox sized container which she had then charmed to be waterproof and feather-light. Together they had packed it full of shrunken items for both Sirius and Moony.


Hermione had raided the kitchen and produced several pieces of fresh fruit and some cold fried chicken as well as a tub of mashed potatoes.


She also included a short letter suggesting that they try and stay in muggle areas. She listed a few boarding houses and motels that were fairly cheap but in nice areas and hinted that muggle disguises might help keep him from being recognized easily. She also included a few articles clipped from several issues of the Daily Prophet and a shrunken copy of the most recent Witch Weekly.


Harry included his long four page letter, four pieces of parchment, a quill, two pictures with names and dates written on the back; one of Harry, Ron and Hermione; the other of Katie, Angelina and Alicia, ten galleons, and a matching set of scarf and gloves in Gryffindor colors.


Ron had even broken down and donated his travel pocket chess set that he had gotten out of a random Christmas Cracker over the holiday. It was tiny and nowhere near as nice as the set he’d inherited from his grandfather, but he figured that it would give the two fugitives something to do on long cold nights.


Harry was really touched by the gesture since Ron’s meeting with Sirius last year had not been the nice congenial one that he and Hermione had enjoyed. In fact, Ron had been convinced that Sirius was going to kill him to get to Harry.


They worked hard and had to shrink most of it to allow it all to fit in the box and then they sealed it up tight and ‘locked’ it with the password I solemnly swear I am up to no good and then sent it off with Hedwig.


***


Not too surprising, it didn’t take long for Sirius and Remus to reply to his and Hermione’s care package. Apparently, while his letter had been addressed to his godfather, Hermione had sent hers to Professor Lupin. As such, when the two men returned the box, it also held a letter for her.


After a quick glance through the box, Harry blushed profusely, pulled out Hermione’s letter and shut it up tight again. Handing over the letter, he tried to explain without really telling the truth.


“Um…I might have mentioned that I had some questions about guy things and then told him about Ron’s mum’s book. Snuffles…uh, well…he sent me some things. Guy things…”


Hermione blushed lightly, smiled softly and nodded.


“No need to be embarrassed, Harry. I understand. After all, there are some girl things that I wouldn’t want to discuss with you, as well.”


Harry blinked. Girl things?... What in Merlin’s name were ‘girl things’?


“Like what?”


Hermione blinked and then blushed deep red.


“Never mind, you. As I just said, girl things. As you’re not a girl, I’ll not be discussing them with you.”


Harry opened his mouth, paused and then shut it. If he insisted then she might just demand that he reciprocate. As much as he loved Hermione, he wasn’t up to talking about his bollocks with her, nor his new found love of shaved wet snatch. In the end, he just ended up nodding and agreeing with her.


That just left him a day full of classes to get through before he could open up his box in private and look through what Sirius and Moony had sent him. His anticipation conspired to make it a long day.


***


Finally able to take a bit of time before dinner, Harry waved off his friends and dashed up to the dorm. He sat down on his bed, closed his curtains and spelled his wand for light. Then, he opened up the box and began to go through the contents.


There was a letter for him from Sirius. It seemed nice and thick. There was also two magazines, which when he opened showed that they were filled with wizarding photo after wizarding photo of naked witches gently fondling themselves and blowing kisses at him. Oh Merlin, magical porn! There were also three books, two were a bit small and one was quite large. The smaller two were Anatomy of Wizards and Witches and How to Please Your Witch in Bed; A Series of Spells, Potions and Charms. The larger book was one about defensive magic; Intermediate Level Hexes, Curses and Counter-curses to Subdue Dark Creatures and Beings.


Harry then opened the letter and read it.


*


Dear Harry,


Thank you for such a wonderful letter and package. The chicken and mashed potatoes were delicious and the fruit became the prize in a series of delightful and heated chess games. Both Moony and I had a grand time with it. The scarf and gloves are also appreciated as it is getting very chilly here in northern Scotland. And the colors were perfect. Up Gryffindor!


My favorite part of the whole package was, of course, your letter. Not that I don’t appreciate the short notes, but that was a wonderfully long and detailed read. As for the situation with Black Lake, the best advice I can give you is to prepare for the Mermish Folk that live there. Moony has included a spell that he recommends. It’s basically a translation spell that’s specific to Mermish. With this spell, if you cast it on yourself up to twenty minutes before you enter the water then you should be fine. It lasts for up to three hours before needing to be renewed, so just once should do it.


The air freshening charm sounds interesting, but I agree that it’s a bit dicey to count on it since you could end up drowning if you are distracted or surprised. You might also want to look into charms such as the ‘bubblehead’, magical plants such as ‘gillyweed’, transfiguration of your lungs might be a bit advanced but you can always get Professor McGonagall to review your spell and technique as well as monitor your practice for safety reasons. I believe there is even a potion or two that you might find interesting; one will allow you to breath water and the other will increase the length of time that you can go without breathing.


As for the girls you’ve been seeing, they are quite beautiful. And adventurous. Wow! I don’t think I was able to get a girl to drop her knickers for me until I was well into my fifth year and here you are, a fourth year with the entire Gryffindor Chaser line-up taking turns to be with you. I’m proud of you, Harry. Just remember to call them by the correct names and to make sure that they each have a good time. I’ve sent a book or two, so you read through them and it’ll give you some ideas on technique and various positions.


I feel bad about the situation with the newspaper though. If I weren’t on the run and had the full resources of the House of Black at my disposal, I’d probably try to take the Daily Prophet before the Wizengamot and charge them with maliciously attempting to destroy the virtuous reputation of a minor witch. I adore Hermione and will forever be grateful to her for helping me escape the Ministry. Plus, it’s not fair to you. You’ve got three girlfriends willing to share and you can’t be seen in public with them out of fear of that evil witch Rita. I’ve a good mind to bite her where the sun doesn’t shine.


I would suggest picking another publication and giving an interview. You could set the record straight, lambaste Rita and the Daily Prophet for their shoddy reporting and lack of care about the results of their printed lies. I know that you don’t want people prying into your business, but they’re going to do it whether you want them to or not. It’s best to be the one in control of what they print instead of having them make stuff up. You should pick a magazine or two that are popular and well circulated and then make nice to them. By that I mean, take out a subscription for yourself or your friends, because money talks and then offer the occasional interview.


To be honest, I’m very upset that Professor Dumbledore is letting this happen. He hasn’t made any attempt to shield you or protect you from the press. It’s bad enough that he didn’t try to help you escape having to compete in the Tournament. I don’t care what that idiot from the Ministry said, there are several ways you could have been excused from the competition; including the fact that you didn’t qualify due to your age.


Of course, from what Moony tells me, this isn’t the first time that the public turned on you. He said that there were still rumors floating about the school when he taught that said you were the Heir of Slytherin or some such rot. That’s patently ridiculous and I’m very angry that Dumbledore didn’t squash that rumor as soon as possible. A vague statement that he didn’t think you were attacking students was not enough.


Perhaps you need a PR Manager?


Write back when you can. Stay safe and remember that I love you.


Snuffles.


***
 
***


Harry decided after reading through the letter from Sirius a few times that the old dog had a point. Several points, in fact. He sorta wanted to show the letter to Hermione to get her opinion, but was reluctant to because of the reference to Katie, Angelina and Alicia. While polygamy wasn’t unheard of in the various magical communities, it was not the norm for the British Wizarding World. Hermione would most likely take an even dimmer view due to her muggle background since polygamy was even less common in the muggle world.


Thinking it over, Harry decided that if his relationship with the three Chasers were to become serious, than he wouldn’t want to hide it. Especially from someone he was so close to. He would, of course, get their permission first before he said anything. Still, as it was right now they didn’t actually have a relationship beyond being good friends that enjoyed a bit of slap and tickle.


That didn’t change the fact that he wanted Hermione’s opinion on the other topics raised by the letter. First and most immediate was the various ideas for dealing with the Second Task. The air freshening charm was not reliable enough. It required a great deal of concentration to keep it going and Sirius was correct in how dangerous it could be if he was distracted or surprised. He had offered several alternatives and they needed to be researched and explored.


The second thing that Harry wanted to consider was the idea of having a PR Manager. He hated the idea of being some sort of celebrity or wizarding icon, but that was out of his hands. The Wizarding World had become fascinated with him the moment that moldy-Voldie hit him with the killing curse and that fascination hadn’t faded with time. He had come to the conclusion that most people will believe whatever is presented to them as fact. They wouldn’t bother with their own research or with double-checking to make sure all the facts ‘fit’ in with what they were being asked to believe.


It wasn’t just the kids at school; it was also the adults out in the world that did it as well. A few stories in the Daily Prophet and they were ready to hex Hermione, despite the fact that they didn’t know her and she hadn’t done anything wrong. Rita was either being asked to trash reputations by someone paying her off, or she simply enjoyed causing extreme reactions by making people jump to her tune. Obviously, reporting the truth and spreading the real news was not one of her motivations.


In the end, he decided to focus on the Task and just offer up the idea of a PR Manager and ask her to consider it for discussion after the Task was over.


***


The Gryffindor Common Room was mostly quiet with only a few groups of students scattered here and there. Some were studying and some were playing games or gossiping with their friends. Harry sat at one of the study tables with Ron and Hermione, a few books spread out before them.


“Well…” Hermione shifted a few pieces of parchment around until she had the one she was looking for in hand, “I agree with Snuffles in that I think the transfiguration will be difficult to learn, especially in such a short time period. It is something to look into later just for fun and as possibly a way to practice for learning the full animagus transformation. Right now though, we have a strict time limit.”


Ron nodded, “Hermione’s got a point.” He grinned and gestured at Harry. “I’m not saying you couldn’t learn it, mate. You are fairly decent at transfiguration. It’s just a matter of time. If you can’t learn it fast enough, then it’s a waste of time we could have been devoting to other things.”


Harry and Hermione blinked in surprise. Hermione was shocked that he agreed with her and Harry that Ron hadn’t tacked on ‘like Quidditch’ to the end of his sentence.


“Anyway,” she held up the parchment. “I think that the two best ideas are to use gillyweed to facilitate a transformation or to use the water breathing potion. We would have enough time to brew it if we start gathering stuff right away. It needs to simmer for two days and sit under a freezing charm for four days, so…”


Harry took the parchment and looked it over. The potion required some ingredients that weren’t a part of the student potion kit. He frowned at it slightly and considered his options.


“Well…the main problem with both of these options is lack of materials. We could always stage a raid of Snape’s supply cabinet, but that isn’t a guarantee. We could get caught and punished or he might not have everything we need.”


Ron and Hermione both grimaced. They had raided Snape’s supplies before, but that was just as risky as anything. If they could find another way to procure the supplies, it would be best.


“It’s a pity that I can’t get to Diagon Alley. Then I could just go to Gringotts and take money out of my vault and purchase the stuff at Slug & Jiggers Apothecary. That would solve the problem.”


“Just owl order whatever you need.”


Harry jumped in surprise. He hadn’t noticed Katie coming up behind him and her voice startled him. Turning to look, he saw that she was flanked by Alicia and Angelina. All three of the girls wore little smirks of pleasure on their faces. He blushed lightly and grinned at them.


“Ladies…”


Harry saw Hermione frown slightly and open her mouth, most likely to try and distract the three girls before sending them on their way. He didn’t want that, not just because they were all easy on the eyes, but also because he was very curious as to just what Katie meant. He shifted over slightly and gestured at the table.


“Have a seat for a moment please.”


Hermione huffed a bit, but didn’t argue as the three girls each grabbed a chair and then giggled over who got to sit next to Harry. With a smug smirk, Katie won that little battle and plopped down next to him, nudging his leg with hers. He grinned at her for a moment before clearing his throat.


“Now, I don’t know how much you three overheard, but we were discussing a potion that Hermione thinks would be helpful for the Second Task. The problem is that we don’t have all of the ingredients. We aren’t thrilled with the idea of trying to steal them from Snape. For one thing, we might get caught and for another, he might not have exactly what we need.”


Angelina whispered loudly to Alicia, “Did you notice that he didn’t list stealing being wrong as one of the reasons not to do so?”


Alicia giggled and nodded. Hermione huffed again, but Harry just winked at the girls.


“So, I was hoping you could explain about owl ordering the ingredients. I’ve never heard of such a thing and if we could somehow legally purchase what we need, well… it’s the best thing to do, don’t you think?”


The giggling stopped and the three girls exchanged glances. It was almost as if they were each confused and confirming that the others were the same.


“Ah, Harry?” Katie shifted slightly, a tiny frown on her face. “You do have a vault at Gringotts, correct?”


Harry nodded. “Yeah, but I didn’t realize how much money I’d need this year and…” he blushed lightly. “I’m running a bit low. Besides, even if I did have enough gold on me to buy what I need, I have no way to get to Diagon Alley to pick it up.”


The three girls sucked in a breath as one.


“Do you actually have your key?”


Harry exchanged looks with Ron and Hermione, found confusion and curiosity, then shrugged and nodded.


“And no one showed you how it worked?”


Harry frowned. “It opens my vault when I visit Gringotts. What’s to know?”


Katie gaped at him for a moment before her face turned red with anger. “I can’t believe that they just handed you your key and then didn’t explain how it worked! That’s criminal!”


“I don’t understand. What else does a Gringotts’ key do?” Hermione’s voice brought Katie up short and most likely prevented an explosion of temper.


“Harry, go get your key. I’ll go get some official Gringotts’ spelled parchment and I’ll show you, okay?”


Without waiting for an answer, Katie hopped up and dashed off towards the stairs leading to the girl’s dorm. Angelina leaned forward and grimaced.


“Katie gets a bit odd about money. I think it’s because her father is an accountant, but she is right. You should have been told all about it the moment you were given your key. That you weren’t is very suspicious and criminal.”


Harry stood up and frowned. “I don’t think Hagrid meant anything criminal by not explaining. He might have thought I already knew.” That reasoning was shaky though, since Hagrid knew that Harry had been completely ignorant about anything to do with the Wizarding World.


Angelina frowned harder and shared a look with Alicia. “Harry…Hagrid had your key?” At his nod she shook her head in confusion. “I like the guy and all, but he should never have had it in the first place. It should have been in the possession of yourself, your guardian or the goblins. Where did he get it and who gave it to him in the first place?”


Harry blinked. “I…I don’t know. He gave it to me on my first trip for school supplies.”


Alicia huffed much like Hermione. “So…for almost a decade, your key and all the money connected to it was in the hands of someone unknown? You might want to check into that.”


Hermione tapped her fingers on the table. “It was probably Professor Dumbledore that gave it to him. You’re being paranoid.”


Harry thought of it and nodded. That did make sense.


Alicia wasn’t impressed. “I’m not saying that the Headmaster would steal from you, but he shouldn’t have had it either.”


Hermione frowned, but didn’t say anything and Harry quickly left and jogged up the steps to his dorm room. He quickly dug his key out of his trunk and ran back down. He arrived at the table slightly out of breath just as Katie rejoined them. She placed a stack of parchment on the table that was slightly larger than the typical muggle paper used in computer printers. She handed one each to Harry, Hermione and Ron.


“This isn’t really parchment. Parchment is heavier and much sturdier. This is velum and will rip or tear easy, so be gentle with it.” She pointed to the decorative trim that ran along the border of each sheet. “This design is actually goblin magic. It’s bright blue because it is dormant, still waiting to be used. Once the sheet of velum is used, the border will turn a rusty red color and it won’t be useful as anything but writing letters on because the magic will have been used up.”


She set a sheet on the table. “The velum can be used to interact with your key. Since each Gringotts’ key is linked to a vault and account, it can be used to get information with one of these pages. Harry, put your key at the top of the sheet.”


Harry carefully placed his key at the top of the sheet of velum. The blue border lit up and began to glow softly.


“Perfect.” Katie grinned. “The magic has been activated and is now waiting to be used. There are three things that you can do before the sheet is used up. One, you can inventory the contents of your vault. Two, you can request a list of actions you can take with your vault and the limitations put on it. For instance, you might have a limit to the amount of money you can withdraw in one day. The third thing that you can request is a statement of all transactions for the last month or the last six months. That will tell you everything that was put into your vault and everything that was taken out and the dates that each transaction happened.”


“How do I do any of that?”


Katie grinned and gestured to the key. “Just tap the key with your wand and say; inventory, rules or statement. Once you pick up your key, the border will go dark red and you’ll need a new sheet of velum, even if you only did one of the three options.”


Grinning, Harry tapped his key and said, “Rules.” Instantly, words began to write themselves out on the sheet of velum. Everyone leaned forward and began to read.


“See here,” Katie pointed to a listing of various shop names. “Whoever set up this vault made sure that you had accounts at these shops. All you need to do is request an owl order form and fill it out. There is a space on the form for your signature and for you to press you vault key to. The shop owner will file the form with Gringott’s and the amount of your purchase will be transferred from the vault indicated by the key to the shops’ vault. Then your order will be mailed to you by owl.”


Harry was impressed. There were several bookstores, the apothecary, a few clothing stores, a few shops he’d never heard of and Quality Quidditch Supplies.


“You also have a limit of 50 Galleons per day unless it’s been okayed by your guardian, so don’t go nuts ordering a broom or anything.”


Harry was thrilled about finding this out even though he was pretty miffed that no one had thought to explain this before. Still, he didn’t think to ask either, so maybe it was partially his own fault. Without thinking, Harry turned around and wrapped his arms around Katie, dipped her low and kissed her deeply.


A startled squeak caught his attention and he looked up to see Hermione in shock and everyone in the Common Room staring intently. He grinned and blushed hard even as he straightened them both up.


“Thanks Katie. You’re the best.”


Giggling and tittering, Alicia and Angelina stood up and walked passed Harry, each kissing him on the cheek with a giggled “Bye Harry,” before helping a dazed Katie to walk off and up to the girl’s dorm.


Harry turned to face his friends. “Um…”


“Hey, mate?” Ron was both blushing and grinning. “Next time I do something nice for you? A handshake will do. No kissing necessary. Okay?”


Ron and Harry chuckled and the rest of the Gryffindors eventually went back to their own interests, although he was sure that they were all gossiping about him kissing Katie.


“Well…” Hermione cleared her throat awkwardly. “We should write to each of these shops and request an owl order form or catalog from them for you. Then I think we should maybe have a little chat about Katie.”


That wiped the smirk off of Harry’s face and replaced it with a frown.


“Very true. This is going to hit the Prophet within days. Katie doesn’t deserve that kind of abuse anymore than you did.”


Sighing and rubbing his eyes under his glasses, Harry turned a serious look at Hermione. “I also wanted to get your opinion about hiring a PR Manager. Snuffles suggested it. I hate the publicity, but he says that the papers will either write what I tell them or they’ll make stuff up on their own. I think that I’d rather they write stuff that I okay and not a bunch of hurtful lies.”


Hermione gave him an odd look. “That’s probably a good idea.”


***
 
***


Harry’s prediction was correct. Three days later the Daily Prophet ran a story about Harry’s desperate attachment to an older woman in an effort to fix his heart since Hermione broke it. It portrayed Katie as a sophisticated pedophile tempting young men into her bed with wicked seductions and promises of sexual pleasure. Katie came across as a slag and Harry as a clueless little boy being used for his gold.


Katie was furious. Not at Harry, but at the Prophet and Rita Skeeter.


Alicia and Angelina called a House meeting and ripped into their fellow Gryffindors for spreading rumors and gossip. Katie’s reputation was practically ruined and it would take a lot of work to change it. She’d already been sent several dangerous letters and a host of howlers from nosy busy-bodies around the British Isles.


Hermione suggested that Harry follow Snuffles advice about a PR Manager in order to compensate for Rita’s scathing quill and even recommended Moony for the position. Her reasoning was that Harry could then pay him for his services and insure that he and Snuffles had access to any money they might need.


***


Dear Snuffles and Moony,


I don’t know if you’ve been reading the Daily Prophet, but they did it again. They gleefully dragged my name through the muck and completely destroyed the reputation of an innocent girl in the process. Is the Daily Prophet owned by Death Eaters or something? I can’t think of any other reason for them to try so hard to isolate me and turn me into a pariah in my own House at Hogwarts. As if it wasn’t hard enough to make friends because of the whole Boy-Who-Lived rubbish, now everyone’s afraid they’d get blasted by the newspaper.


I’ve talked it over with Hermione and we both agree that your idea for a PR Manager is a great one. We would like Moony to take the job. He is trustworthy, intelligent and in a position to travel to speak with various persons as needed. Yes, I would pay for all the hard work and time spent doing all this, so let me know the vault number I need to have Gringotts’ transfer the money too.


I don’t know if the three of us; myself, Hermione and Katie, can actually sue the Daily Prophet for slander or not. I would be willing to give an interview to whichever publication you think best. Both Hermione and Katie have agreed to go along as well so that they can give their side of the story.


Please let me know if you would be willing to help.


Always, Harry.


***


The Second Task was horrific, of course. It would have been a lot worse without the potion and gillyweed for backup, and he’d been prepared for the grindylows and was able to speak to the Merfolk. Still, he’d had a minor panic attack when he wasn’t allowed to rescue both Hermione and Katie. Victor arriving to save Hermione helped calm him immensely. It wasn’t until afterwards that he realized that Fleur failed in her task and the judges had to go and save her sister for her.


All in all, Harry was just glad that it was over. Gryffindor celebrated his excellent score and after collapsing into bed that night, Harry slept for 12 straight hours.


***


It wasn’t long after that when Harry found himself tucked away in a comfortable sitting room in the castle with Moony, Hermione, Katie and a reporter from Witch Weekly. Snuffles was there too, but he looked very different and not at all scary. According to Moony, he had been to a professional muggle dog groomer and gotten his tangled and scraggly fur shampooed, trimmed and brushed, his nails all trimmed and buffed and his teeth cleaned. A Gryffindor scarf tied around his neck finished the transformation from frightening Grim to friendly pet dog.


Harry explained to the reporter that Hermione was his best friend, more like a sister than anything. The hug that Rita had overseen was given to him after learning about the dragons of the First Task. It wasn’t romantic in nature, but comforting in the face of horrific danger and fear. The kiss with Katie was also explained as teasing and a thank you for helping him with something. It wasn’t lewd or lurid or anything but innocent and playful.


Harry went on to explain that he wouldn’t agree to date anyone at this point because he was terrified of what the Daily Prophet would print. Both Hermione and Katie told how they had been ruthlessly attacked via owl post with hexes and dangerous potions. They explained about how horrible it was to walk through the halls of Hogwarts while the students called out nasty taunts and gossiped about their destroyed reputations.


Moony casually mentioned that the four people who owned the Daily Prophet had all claimed that their Dark Mark’s had been given while they were under the Imperious Curse and had avoided going to Azkaban by a slim margin. He wondered why they were so insistent on publicly attacking the Boy-Who-Lived via the paper if they really hadn’t been supporters of the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.


The Witch Weekly reporter nearly drooled over all the juicy gossip, scathing opinions of the Prophet and its reporters as well as getting the personal interview of the century. Several photos were taken of each of them alone as well as together. Harry had been promised that their article would be out in the next addition. Moony insisted on being allowed to read a copy first for any editorial changes.


***


With the Second Task over and the decrease in pressure, Harry found himself having time to read over the other two books Sirius had sent. The anatomy book was a little dry, but extremely informative. He now knew that the little nub of flesh that Angelina had responded so strongly to having rubbed was called a clitoris. He also knew exactly how and where babies came from which was interesting, but not something he wanted first hand knowledge of.


It was also interesting in that certain spells and hexes were designed for various parts of the body. Those spells were easier to cast when one knew exactly where to aim for best results. Of course, seeing how a wizard’s body was laid out made him wonder what it would be like to have oral sex with one. He thought it would be interesting and possibly enjoyable, but the thought just didn’t excite him the way being with a witch did. It was like comparing a candle to the sun; they both gave off light, but one was not nearly as intense and bright as the other.


The book about sex magic was nowhere near dry or boring. It was packed full of interesting things that Harry wanted to try out as soon as possible. He had found potion recipes for a massage oil and for a sexual lubricant that he wanted to brew up. He also experimented with a few engorging and reduction spells. Being able to increase the length and girth of his penis and then return it to normal was fun.


He figured that if he practiced enough to do it wordlessly that he could then attempt it on his tongue. Snogging shaved snatches was fun with a normal sized tongue, but he bet that Katie would squeal wonderfully if he had a six inch long tongue.


Another spell that he wanted to learn non-verbally was one that would make a body part vibrate. He’d tested it out on his hand and then wanked himself silly. That charm was definitely a keeper. Just holding onto his bollocks with a vibrating hand while he wanked with the other had been enough to have him cumming so hard that he nearly gave himself a nosebleed.


***


When the copy of Witch Weekly with their interview came out, it was the talk of the school. Several people had actually scrapped together the guts to go up to the three of them and apologize for believing the Prophet. Even Molly Weasley sent Hermione a letter apologizing for thinking that they had reported the truth when she should have known better.


Harry didn’t mind so much that he came across as a lonely and confused boy that didn’t understand why the Daily Prophet was attacking him and his friends. While he didn’t truly feel all that lonely or confused, it did emphasis his concern that everyone would be afraid to be his friend out of fear of having their reputation publicly ruined with lies and scandal. Witch Weekly even went so far as to explain that Hermione was his best friend and that they shared a relationship of brother and sister and that Katie was his teammate on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.


The article ended with a suggestion that the Daily Prophet’s reporting techniques be investigated. That two underage witches had their reputation damaged so badly without even being interviewed by the paper in question to verify facts was decried as criminal. That Harry was famous wasn’t an excuse according to the Witch Weekly reporter even as she asked her readers to imagine their own young daughters being in Hermione or Katie’s place.


In the end, most of the other students stopped shunning Hermione and Katie. Harry was also reassured by lots of people that they weren’t afraid to be friends with him, even people that he barely knew.


Draco Malfoy, of course, couldn’t keep his big mouth shut and strutted over to the Gryffindor table with a nasty sneer on his face.


“Well, I don’t care how much you paid off the reporter to that witch’s rag, Potter. There are those of us that know the truth.”


Harry tilted his head and glared up at the smirking blonde.


“What truth is that Malfoy? The truth that your father is a marked Death Eater who bribed his way out of going to Azkaban with a handful of gold? Or the truth that you’re a nasty little pouf that’s jealous that it’s not you I’m snogging?”


“I’m not a pouf, Potter! Take that back!” snarled Malfoy.


Ron, bless his heart, only caught part of the conversation but jumped right in with an extra loud voice that rang across the Great Hall with his distress.


“Malfoy’s a shirt-lifter! Oh Merlin, is that why he’s always trying to get your attention? He’s a jealous poufter that wants you to snog him?” Ron paled and leaned back away from Draco. “That explains so much.”


Draco snapped his head around, indignant. “What!?”


Ron was nodding and babbling to himself, half in a panic and half convincing himself that he had finally figured out the answer to a baffling question.


“Well, I guess there’s always been a lot of little clues, haven’t there been? I mean, the fancy clothes, the hair potions, the buffed fingernails. And he is always trying to get you to notice him Harry. He prances over here all the time and tries to chat you up, and then when you’re not interested he gets all huffy and jealous. That’d explain the hexes and jinxes he always throws around. Plus calling Hermione nasty names and stuff. He’s a jealous little nancy boy.”


“I am not a nancy boy poufter!”


Draco’s ringing shout caught the attention of everyone in the Great Hall not already listening. Harry, vastly amused nodded his head, a smirk on his face.


“Of course you’re not.” He turned and stage whispered to Ron and Hermione. “Denial.”


Grinning, Hermione nodded back and began to babble about how he was probably trying to hide his true preferences from his overbearing and ruthless father. When Terry Boot, the only openly homosexual student in their year, called out from the Ravenclaw table that it was ‘okay to be gay’ and that Draco ‘didn’t have to be ashamed’ the blonde blushed a bright crimson, turned on his heel and stormed out of the Great Hall in a huff.


Chuckling as he watched Malfoy leave, Harry turned to Ron and said, “Throw in a good snogging session with a pretty witch and this would be one of my best days ever.”


***
 

To Harry’s shock and vast delight, he was woken up sometime after midnight by Katie Bell as she climbed into his bed, pulled the curtains shut and cast a silencing charm. As strange as that all was, Harry had no clue what she was doing there. At least, not until she peeled her night shirt off and then wiggled out of her knickers.


“Hi, Harry.”


Chuckling slightly, Harry ran a hand up Katie’s right leg until he could rest his fingers against her smooth hot slit.


“Hello, Katie luv.”


Giggling, Katie pushed his hand away and rolled him over onto his back. She then straddled him so that she was standing on her knees with one leg on either side of him. She knee-walked up his body slowly until she was hovering right over his face. She grinned down at him as he reached up with his hands and ran them over her legs, hips and arse.


“You ready Harry?”


“Oh, yeah. Very ready.” And with that, Harry grabbed onto her hips and pulled her down onto his mouth. Her snatch was hot and wet already, and he wasted no time in kissing her deeply, licking her slit and sucking her engorged and puffy lips into his mouth. Her juices ran down out of her sex, drenching his tongue and lips, his cheeks and chin. She smelled amazing and tasted delicious, so warm and sweet.


All Harry’s practice with those spells paid off big time as he was able to cast the engorgement charm on his tongue, sending it deep into Katie. His lips began to magically heat up even as they began to vibrate as they pressed tightly against Katie’s lips, folds and clitoris. With a sharp cry of pleasure, Katie began to rock her hips rhythmically, humping down against Harry’s tongue and face. Remembering a bit from the anatomy book, Harry curled his tongue a little at the tip and searched out the spot deep inside a witch’s vagina that was supposed to be so super sensitive.


“Oh Merlin, yes! Yes, right there!” Katie humped against his face, fucking his long and agile tongue even as the walls of her vagina began to flutter like mad. “Yes, yes, yes…”


Harry’s cock was very hard and drooling all over itself. His hips thrust up into the air, desperately seeking contact with anything but only found empty air. Harry barely noticed; he was too caught up in the amazing taste, scent and feel of Katie on his tongue and mouth. He had the vague thought that he would like nothing better than to spend the rest of his life with a witch sitting on his face.


Her squeals, gasps and babbled words of encouragement only made Harry more excited. He pressed his nose tightly to her clitoris, rubbed his cheeks and chin against her lips and folds even as his engorgioed tongue licked in and out of her hot wet core. She humped back against him again and again, flooding his mouth with her juices three more times.


Finally, Katie pulled herself up off of his face with a gasp and hovered over top of him panting.


“I’m gonna ride you hard Harry. Better prepare yourself.”


With that said, Katie grabbed up her wand and pointed it directly at her stomach. She said a charm that he recognized from his sex magic book as being one to prevent pregnancy. Grinning widely, Harry let the spells on his lips and tongue fade away and reached down with one hand to wrap it around his throbbing cock. He gave it a light tug and cast a mild engorgio charm to increase the length by an inch or two and the girth by a good two inches. A second tug cast a mild heating charm and a light vibration charm.


He had barely finished when Katie scooted back, grabbed a hold of his cock and pressed the tip to her soaking wet and scorching hot snatch. Harry sucked in a deep breath in surprise at how wonderful just that tiny bit of contact felt. Then, without a word, she sat down on him.


Harry could feel the walls of Katie’s vagina stretching out around him as they fluttered wildly. Her eyes had opened almost comically wide and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’. She shifted slightly and gasped, “So bloody huge!”


Harry reached up with his fingers and rubbed against her clitoris just once. Katie bucked against him hard, her eyes rolled up in her head and she came, the muscles in her sex squeezing him almost painfully tight over and over again. Harry had time to thrust up into her once, twice and then he was cumming. Hard.


Panting desperately for air and his bollocks throbbing with a pleasant ache, Harry barely had the strength left to catch Katie as she slowly collapsed down on top of him. With his slowly softening cock still tucked up tightly inside of her, Katie dropped onto his chest and turned her face into his neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her as she placed a soft kiss against his throat.


“Bloody hell, Katie.” Harry whispered. “You’re amazing.”


She chuckled lightly and then they both drifted off to sleep.


***


Bright sunlight stabbed his eyes through his closed eyelids. He squeezed them shut harder and frowned in his sleep.


“Bloody hell, Harry!”


Ron’s voice shouting in his ear snapped Harry fully awake. Unfortunately, it also startled Katie Bell awake too as both of them tried to sit up in bed at the same time. They ended up in a tangled heap of legs, arms, sheets and blankets on the Gryffindor boy’s dorm room floor. Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus stood around in various stages of undressed and gaped at them.


Katie let out a high pitched shriek, elbowed Harry in the stomach and ripped the sheet away from them both as she stood up and quickly wrapped it around herself. A quick glance around located her wand and she grabbed it, spun around and threatened Harry’s dorm mates with it.


“If I hear one word of this breathed anywhere I will hex all of your bollocks off!” She emphasized this threat by pointing her wand at each of them. “Understand?”


All four boys nodded their heads frantically in agreement. With a ‘humph’ sound, Katie climbed back into Harry’s bed and began to quickly put her night clothes back on. Grinning smugly, Harry stood up, scratched his naked bollocks and sauntered over to his trunk. Flipping it open, he pulled out his invisibility cloak. When Katie climbed out of his bed in her night shirt, Harry reached out with one hand and pulled her in for a long slow kiss.


“Morning beautiful.” He wrapped the cloak around her. “This’ll get you back to your dorm, but I’ll need it back before breakfast. Okay?”


Katie marveled at the cloak for a long moment and then nodded. Smiling, she leaned forward and gave Harry another kiss. “Thanks for a wonderful night Harry. I’ll see you in the Common Room in forty minutes.”


He nodded and watched her pull the hood of the cloak up and over her. Invisible, she walked to the door, opened it and then closed it again behind her.


“Hot damn, that is one fine woman!”


Harry turned around and smirked at Dean. “That she is, my friend.”


He began rummaging around in his trunk for his shower supplies and a fresh set of clothes.


“Um…not to be rude, but…” Neville was one giant blush, “I thought that you told Witch Weekly that you and Katie were just friends.”


Harry nodded. “True. That’s the official story and it’s what we both will stick to. After the horrible things that the Daily Prophet said about her and Hermione, I’m not willing to announce any girl as being my girlfriend. They’d just attack her verbally and make everyone think the worst.”


The guys could only nod in agreement to that. It was true. They had all read the stories printed in that paper about Harry.


“So really guys, both Katie and I would appreciate it if none of you said anything about this to anyone.” Harry gave Ron a pointed look. “Not even Hermione. You can never tell who’s around to overhear you.”


Thinking that a bribe would go a long way, Harry reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out his anatomy book, his sex magic book and his two porn magazines.


“Here. You can all read through these if you want. Just don’t ruin them by pulling one off on them. You cum all over my books and I’ll hex you multicolored every morning until you hand me a brand new replacement copy.”


Chuckling, the four boys began to look through his collection of naughty books while Harry took himself off to the showers.


***


The owl order form had worked perfectly for acquiring the necessary potion ingredients. That Katie had left him a small stack of Gringott’s official vault inventory velum was a big plus. With a quick refresher of the rules and limitations for using his vault account fresh in his mind, Harry then spent an afternoon going through the various order forms and catalogs for things that he might want or need.


Obscurus Books in Diagon Alley had a most interesting selection. He ordered a few transfiguration and charms books as well as one on wizarding etiquette and manners. He figured that it would be good to read through. After all, he didn’t want to scare away any hot wet snatch just because he was being an oafish pig. A mental image of Ron stuffing his face in the Great Hall and then talking with his mouth full flittered through his mind and he grimaced. Yeah, he definitely didn’t want to be considered disgusting or rude.


He ordered a few pairs of plain and simple shirts and trousers from one of the clothing shops. Nothing fancy like Draco Malfoy would wear, but also a giant step up from the rags the Dursley’s gave him. It wasn’t much, but he also didn’t want to scare away any willing sex partners by seeming to be a tattered bum that was down on his luck.


A new pair of shoes from the cobbler was the last of his orders and just barely brought his total in under his 50 Galleon spending limit. He couldn’t wait to get it all so that he could dress up a bit and look nice for once. It might even catch the attention of a few more sexy witches.


Harry blinked and looked up from his last order form and frowned. He just realized that he had been sitting here and thinking about witches as nothing more than sexual playthings. That wasn’t good. Not good at all and if Hermione ever found out about it, she’d hex him so hard his kids would be born funny looking. Apparently it was beyond time to get his head out of his pants. As soon as he was done mailing off these forms, he was going to pull out his homework and focus on something productive.


It was better for his health that way.


***


Harry was correct in stating that new better fitting clothing would look good on him. He was half tempted to throw out his old rags, but wasn’t sure if he should. Aunt Petunia would surely notice new clothing, even if Uncle Vernon didn’t and she’d demand to know where he’d gotten it. He’d have to think on it more.


The only unintended side-effect was Hermione’s reaction to seeing him in his new clothes. She had very carefully complimented him on them, her eyes wide and sad, and then she had pulled him aside for a quiet and private chat. Confused, Harry had agreed easily enough. He was both surprised and embarrassed when she began to ask him questions about his life with the Dursley’s. Apparently, she was so used to seeing him wear rags that his clothing had become sort of invisible to her. The shock of seeing him in nicer things made the contrast that much sharper and it also emphasized just how thin and rail-like he really was.


Horrified that she would think him weak or broken, he had mumbled something barely comprehensible about cupboards and chores, strict rules to not out-do Dudley in school and having to ‘earn’ his meals through hard work. Her eyes had grown sadder and sadder with each word as they glimmered with unshed tears. Unable to stand it any longer, he’d fled the area and avoided her for several days.


Instead, he’d focused on his classwork, his assignments and practicing various charms, hexes and transfigurations. It really had been a complete accident when he’d summoned Alicia’s knickers in the middle of the Common Room. He’d been practicing with a handkerchief sitting on a table across the way. He’d summon it to him and then banish it right back. Summon, banish, summon, banish, summon, banish. Then she’d walked past, right in front of his incoming spell. The next thing he knew, her knickers were hanging off the end of his wand and she was grabbing herself and shrieking.


Ron and Neville had been very impressed.


***
 
That night Harry had enjoyed a very wet and sticky dream in which all of the witches in Gryffindor Tower had paraded past him one by one and dropped their knickers for him. He ended up lying back in a pile of the soft silky things while the naked witches wrestled in a pit of massage oil for the right to be the one to sit on his face and rub their wet shaved snatch over his mouth and tongue. He was sure that if he suggested it, the losers would willingly form a line and ride him one by one after the winner had her fun.


***


It was two days later that Harry found himself pulled backwards into a broom closet, pressed tightly against the wall and snogged silly. The witch pulled back long enough for Harry to recognize her as being Alicia Spinnet before she turned back to shut the door, lock it and dim the lights.


“Well, Harry. Long time no see.”


Grinning, Harry reached out and pulled her back into his arms, her pert breasts pressing delightfully against his chest.


“Hello again, Pretty.”


She giggled even as she ran the fingertips of one hand along his leg towards his crotch and looked up into his eyes.


“I’m not wearing any knickers today…”


One of his eyebrows lifted up over the top of his glasses.


“Is that so?”


She smirked and placed both hands on his shoulders and gave a little push down on them. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”


Smirking, he sank down to his knees before her. “I guess I will.”


Casting a mild warming charm on his fingers with just a whispered word, Harry ran his hands up her curvy legs, gently spreading them apart. Up her thighs, and then he ran his fingers along her slit, delighting as he felt her sex grow hot, wet and full with arousal. Gently, he rubbed her opening back and forth, back and forth. Alicia began to rock her hips with the motion, pressing her crotch into his hand. Then, without warning, he flicked a fingertip against her clitoris. She squeaked and then bit her bottom lip in an effort to stay quiet.


Grinning, he pulled back one hand and lifted her skirt up so that he could finally see her shaved snatch with his eyes. She shifted slightly, spreading her legs open further.


“Oh. That’s just lovely. You are so beautiful, so wet and hot.”


Alicia nodded and moaned, her hips tilting towards him as he continued to rub and pet her.


“Such a naughty little witch with her hungry and greedy little sex.”


Alicia whimpered and lifted one leg up, shifting it around so that it rested on his shoulder, her knee bent to let her foot hang free behind him.


“I’m a bad witch. So naughty.”


Harry grinned wildly. “Yes. You are a naughty witch with a greedy wet snatch.” He flicked her clitoris again. “Whatever should I do with you?”


She shifted closer to him, tilting her hips towards his face. “Kiss me, Harry.”


Leaning forward, Harry brought his mouth up against Alicia’s slit and ran his tongue from one end to the other. Alicia moaned and rocked against him. Harry moaned as well. Her taste filled his mouth and her scent filled his nose. Instantly, his cock was straining against his trousers and his bollocks felt tight and heavy.


Pressing tightly to her, Harry licked and sucked at her puffy lips for a bit and then tilted his head slightly to better reach her clitoris. He pulled it in between his lips and sucked down on it before flicking it with his tongue. With a squeak and a jerk of her hips, Alicia flooded his mouth with her juices.


Chuckling in delight at her responsiveness, Harry muttered the charm that would lengthen and thicken his tongue. Carefully shifting her other leg over his shoulder as well, Harry grabbed onto her hips tightly and then began to fuck her dripping core with his tongue. In and out, in and out, swirl it around in a circle or two, then in and out once more. Alicia gurgled in her throat and humped his face even as her hands reached down to grab twin handfuls of hair.


Harry had no clue how long he knelt on the floor of the closet, his face buried between Alicia’s thighs with his tongue fucking in and out of her vagina. Her juices were dripping off of his chin and were smeared over his mouth and cheeks. She was panting for air and practically wheezing with each gulped breath. Then, suddenly, her whole body stiffened up and she trembled against him. The slick walls of her sex then began to squeeze his tongue over and over again the way that Katie had done to his cock.


With a grunt, Harry came in his trousers, his bollocks throbbing in mild pain as they pumped themselves empty.


He carefully unwrapped Alicia’s legs from his head and shoulders and set her on her feet. A few quick cleaning charms took care of the mess in his pants, on his face and between her legs. With one last flirty smile, Alicia straightened her clothes, unlocked the door and glided through it leaving a wildly smiling Harry behind.


***


It was only a few days later that Hermione finally cornered Harry. She patiently explained that he need not be embarrassed around her since she didn’t think any less of him for having bigoted prats for relatives. Harry stuttered a bit, but didn’t really say anything coherent before she had swept on with the conversation by informing him that he should focus on the family that he enjoyed and loved, and those that loved him back. She then suggested that they create another gift basket for Snuffles and said that her portion would be ready the next day. Then with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, Hermione turned around a walked off leaving Harry confused, but happy.


***


Harry managed to nick several thick slices of ham, a jar of applesauce and a half loaf of bread from the kitchens for Sirius’ care package. He also included an order form for the second-hand clothing shop in Diagon Alley with his vault key impression and his signature. He stuck a brief note to it stating that his key had a limit of 50 Galleons, but that Sirius should order some clothing or a nice winter cloak.


He also had taken the time to write another really long and detailed letter.


Dear Snuffles,


I wanted to thank you for the advice about the Second Task. The list of spells and potions was great help. I decided to use the potion that lets you breath water and I carried gillyweed with me for extra protection in case the potion didn’t work. Of course it worked perfectly, so now I have gillyweed that hasn’t been used. Ron says we should wait till the weather warms up and then explore Black Lake a bit when it isn’t freezing…


*


You and Moony really came through for me and the girls with that whole Witch Weekly article. Did you get a chance to read it? I came across as a bit of a whiny prat, but that’s fine. At least Hermione and Katie are no longer being sent hexes in the mail and howlers that scream out about them being nasty scarlet women.


We were all pretty pleased with the scathing review of the Daily Prophet’s reporting technique and their questionable judgment. Rita in particular came across as a vindictive bitch that can’t be trusted. From what I’ve heard, lots of people are coming forward with tales of being lied about in the Prophet. Hopefully, people will stop believing everything they print…


*


I had a bit of an incident in the Gryffindor Common Room recently. Poor Alicia. She’s the pretty brunette with the red highlights in the picture I sent you. Anyway, I was just relaxing with Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom. As we were chatting, I was practicing summoning and banishing with a handkerchief. Alicia stepped in between me and the handkerchief at the wrong time and the next thing I know, her knickers are hanging off the end of my wand…


*


I just don’t understand one thing, though. What is it about me that makes girls grab me from behind and drag me off into broom closets? Not that I was complaining when Alicia pushed me to my knees, draped her leg over my shoulder and demanded I kiss her where her knickers usually sit, but still…


*


It was pretty embarrassing, I guess. There we were, tangled up in the sheets and our naked arses to the wind with Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus staring down at us. I thought Katie was going to hex us all right then and there. Of course, I would’ve been the only one to die happy, but it still would have hurt. Instead, she threatened my roommates’ bollocks if they told anyone, pulled on her nightshirt and stomped off wearing my dad’s cloak.


Personally, I think it was worth the hassle and embarrassment. Katie has some serious talent in the sack. I tried to distract the guys, though. I passed around my porn and those two sex books you sent me. They were a hit and I wouldn’t mind a few more. Hint, hint…


*


I’m still not completely sure how it happened, but somehow Ron managed to convince more than half the school that Draco Malfoy is gay and has a crush on me. He’s been going around with a permanent blush even as he continually hexes people that try to assure him either that I’ll come around or that he’ll find somebody else. I’m not sure which option makes him the angriest though…


*


I think I’m going to talk to Colin Creevey about getting some more photos for you. He’s an annoying little git in the year below me and if anyone in this school has a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived, it’s Colin. He’s got this camera that he carries everywhere with him and he’s always taking pictures.


I don’t know if he’s got some that he can copy for you or if he’d have to take new ones, but I’ll try to get some for my next letter. For now, I’ll just hope you enjoy the letter and other things inside the box.


Your godson, Harry


***


The next day, he brought the half full box to Hermione. She gave him an odd look, then tucked in a thick letter and five wax sealed vials labeled with her neat handwriting. He raised an eyebrow at that, but then shrugged and closed up the box with several charms and locked it with the password “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”


He was prepared to take it up to the owlry when Hermione pressed three other vials into his hands.


“These ones are for you.” She blushed, looked away for a moment and then looked back at him with sad, earnest eyes. “They’re nutritional potions designed specifically for people who have suffered malnutrition. I gave five to Snuffles. I figured that he didn’t get to eat real well where he used to live and his meals are probably still a bit sketchy.”


Harry frowned and looked down at the vials.


“Why give me three of them then? Shouldn’t he have them all?”


“Harry…” Hermione bit her lip, took a deep breath and then babbled at him very fast. “You’re very skinny. And sort of short. The shortest boy in our year, in fact. Even I’m taller than you, Harry. From what you told me about your life before Hogwarts, I get the feeling that you’ve missed more than a few meals. Malnutrition leaves long-term damage to the body, especially if it’s suffered during a person’s formative years. I think that if you take them and let them work their magic that you might…” She blushed again, “well, that you might catch up with your age mates.”


“Oh.”


What could he say to that? It made sense and she was right, he had missed many meals with the Dursleys. He couldn’t count the number of nights he’d laid in his cupboard with an empty stomach as he listened to them enjoy a good filling dinner.


It was also true that he was the smallest boy in his year and that most of the girls were bigger than him too. It was part of what made him such a good Seeker. He hadn’t really thought of it before, but most of his friends had enjoyed growth spurts. Ron had had more than one. Harry hadn’t.


He blushed and nodded. “Thanks.”


***


Harry was a bit depressed and embarrassed by Hermione’s assertion that he suffered from bouts of malnutrition often enough that it had stunted his growth. He was honest enough with himself to admit that it was probably true, but that didn’t stop that truth from hurting. It also didn’t stop him from wanting to hide from the look that came into her eyes every time she caught sight of him.


That’s what led him to be hiding, tucked away into a dark niche that was behind an illusion of a bit of stone wall. Once someone stood behind the illusion, they could see out into the main corridor, but no one else could see in. It was perfect for snogging.


Or for moping.


He was sitting down with his legs crossed and the map out and open on top of his lap. He wasn’t really looking for anything specific, just keeping an eye out for Dumbledore since he was fairly sure the Headmaster could see through illusions. A quick glance down at the map didn’t show the Headmaster, but instead showed that Malfoy, his two goons and Parkinson were coming down the hall, probably headed for the library.


An evil thought entered his head and he couldn’t stop the smirk from flitting onto his face. He knew he shouldn’t do it, it was mean and wrong and just…so funny. And really, Professor McGonagall did say they should practice their switching spells. Biting his lip to keep from cackling with glee, Harry slipped his wand out and aimed it down the hall at the approaching foursome.


He cast the switching spell.


Malfoy and Parkinson both stumbled slightly, a shocked look on their faces. They were completely unhurt; of course, the spell had been aimed at their knickers, not their bodies. Then again, it was possible that Parkinson’s little tiny silk knickers felt uncomfortable after a day of Malfoy hanging loose in a pair of boxers.


The two goons didn’t say anything; they just looked confused as to why the other two had stopped. Malfoy just blushed brightly and fidgeted. It was anyone’s guess if it was from the embarrassment of wearing witches knickers or if it was because he liked it. Parkinson looked up and down the corridor with a suspicious look on her face. Not seeing anyone, she lifted her skirt and exposed a nice pair of green silk boxer shorts.


Harry had to hit himself with a silencing charm to keep the cackles from echoing off the rafters.


***
  
***


Colin, as it turned out, was a very organized bloke. When Harry approached him about getting copies of photos, or perhaps new photos, poor Colin had nearly vibrated with excitement. He was so excited, in fact, that Harry was pretty sure the kid ended up sporting a stiffy over it. Not that Harry was offended by the idea of turning someone on. Three very pretty Chasers had recently made him aware that he could be quite sexy. A pity for Colin that Harry didn’t find him arousing as well.


Still, he’d followed the younger boy up the stairs to the 3rd year dorm room. Colin had a small bookcase that was dedicated to his photography. It held photo-album after photo-album. There were also special books that held nothing but the negatives in special sleeves. Colin explained that he had labeled each photo with a letter-number combination that matched the sleeve that the negatives were in so that he could easily find the correct negative in order to make copies if necessary.


Harry offered to pay for a batch of the developing potion and a little extra for Colin’s time. He explained that he was looking for some for a relative that wanted to know about Harry’s time at Hogwarts and also for some for his own photo-album. The younger boy was beyond thrilled to do this for his long-time crush..


Harry chose a beautiful picture of him and Hedwig together. She would fly around a bit and then land on his outstretched arm before flying off again. He loved it and asked for two copies of the photo.


He also liked one that showed him on his broom in his full Gryffindor Quidditch kit as he came flying in out of nowhere on his Firebolt only to catch the snitch and fly off. It was an amazing shot and Harry had no clue how Colin managed to get it. He asked for two of this one as well. He knew that Sirius would love it as it featured the broom he had bought for Harry.


Colin had also taken a good picture of Harry eating one of the Weasley twins concoctions and turning into a half-wizard half-rabbit thing with soft pale gray fur and long floppy bunny ears even as a soft puff of white in the form of a fuzzy bunny-tail grew out of his bottom. The Harry-bunny in the photo hopped about the room twitching his bunny nose before reverting back to completely human-Harry. They both got a good smirk and giggle session over that one and Harry asked for three copies, one for him, one for his relative and one for the Weasley twins.


Another photo Harry asked for copies of was showing Harry sitting in the Great Hall between Ron and Hermione. Alicia, Angelina and Katie walked passed behind them and each of the three Chasers bent down and kissed him on the cheek before walking on.


There was also a photo of the entire Gryffindor Quidditich team that showed the girls giggling and the Weasley twins peeking around Oliver Wood to make faces at the camera. Harry was up front and grinning like a fool. He definitely wanted a copy and he thought that Sirius would like one as long as Harry included lots of stories about the team.


The final photo that Harry picked was one that showed him with Hermione and Ron walking behind Hagrid as they helped him in his giant pumpkin patch. It was funny how tiny the three of them looked compared to Hagrid, but that was fine. Hagrid was a big man. He wanted a copy for himself and also one for Hagrid. He thought that his first wizarding friend would like that.


***


That night Harry and Ron entered the dorm to find Dean teasing a brightly blushing Seamus while Neville looked on in amusement. He exchanged a confused look with Ron, who merely shrugged at him in response.


“So…what did bright boy do this time?”


Seamus groaned and Dean reached out and snagged a magazine before tossing it across the dorm to Harry. Seamus made an aborted grab for it, but Dean was too quick and Harry far too good a Seeker. He snagged it out of the air and flipped through it.


It was a porn magazine. Gay porn.. With lots of magical photos of wizards shagging each other. One of Harry’s eyebrows rose up quite high while Ron looked, squeaked, blushed and darted away. A quick amused glance over at Ron and then Harry went back to paging through the magazine, only stopping to turn it sideways when he hit the centerfold.


“Something you want to tell us mate?” he asked Seamus calmly.


Neville snorted, Ron choked and Dean cackled in glee.


“Swear I’m not a shirt-lifter guys.” Seamus really did seem upset, but it was mostly embarrassment. “I wanted to be able to pass around a little bit of fun, like Harry did. So, I wrote to the one cousin I have that’s both of age and a wizard. He’s me mum’s brother’s eldest son. Sean. Only thing is, Sean really is a shirt-lifter, so when I wrote to him and asked him to please pick me up a bit of porn for wanking, he thought that I was asking him because I wanted queer porn and was afraid to ask anyone else but him.”


Neville snorted in amusement and Dean cackled some more.


Harry smirked, “Well, despite the torment Ron and I have been inflicting on Malfoy lately, there’s nothing wrong with two blokes getting together for a bit of slap and tickle. Not my cup of tea, but…”


Harry flipped another page, tilted his head thoughtfully and hummed.


“Although this looks to be kind of fun…”


He turned the magazine around to show a photo of a naked wizard leaning back against a tile wall with a shower of water running over him while another wizard knelt before him sucking on his hard cock.


Ron squeaked, “Harry!?”


“What?” Harry grinned and shook his head, “You don’t think it would feel nice to have some person, either witch or wizard, swinging on the end of your cock and trying to suction all the cum out of your bollocks for you?”


All four of them grew still and thoughtful for a moment. It was Ron that pulled out of daydreamland first.


“Still, Harry. It’s two wizards…not a witch and a wizard.”


Harry nodded.


“I know that Ron. Like I said, not really my cup of tea, but there’s nothing wrong with it. Seamus’ cousin made an honest mistake in sending homosexual porn to Seamus, but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad bloke just because he likes it.”


And Ron seemed to suddenly catch on that this subject could be hurtful to their dorm mate and nodded shakily.


“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It was a misunderstanding. Just, you know, a shocking one.”


Neville snorted another half-stifled laugh.


Seamus seemed a little less upset, so it was eventually going to blow over. “Thanks Harry. Sean really didn’t mean to…well, he did, but he didn’t realize…well, you know.”


Harry chuckled and continued to flip through the magazine.


“Yeah. I know.” He turned the page and winced slightly. “That’s gotta hurt.”


“What?” Then Ron seemed to realize what he’d asked, blanched white and covered his eyes, “NO! Don’t show me.”


Grinning evilly, Harry turned the magazine around and showed them all a moving photo of one extremely well-endowed wizard shagging the bloody hell out of another.


***


That night, Harry’s dreams were both disturbing and erotic. He had Katie pressed up against the wall with her legs over his shoulders and his face pressed between her thighs. He was really enjoying the way she wiggled on his tongue and gasped for air while singing his praises. But he kept getting distracted by Colin, who was laying on his back between Harry’s legs. The other boy was tugging lightly on Harry’s cock and kept asking if he could please give him a blowjob, but Harry couldn’t really answer with his tongue buried in Katie’s snatch. It was both a huge turn on and a big frustration because he wished Colin would just shut up and suck his dick.


***


Hermione’s sad questioning eyes kept following him everywhere and while she hadn’t asked yet, he knew without a doubt that she wanted to. Finally he couldn’t take the suspense anymore and drank down the first of the three vials of nutritional potion. It didn’t taste as foul as he’d feared. It also left him feeling oddly full.


While he told Hermione that he’d started her regimen of recommended potions, he left it at that. He didn’t mention that he’d felt odd flashes of heat and tingles throughout his body as the potion worked itself through him. It wasn’t painful, exactly. It was more that he could tell exactly where the potion went to work fixing damage.


He was actually sort of shocked and dismayed at how much of his body he could feel being effected by the magic.


And that night he didn’t have any erotic dreams as he was sort of achy all over as if he was running a low-grade fever.


***


Finally, after a seemingly long wait, he received a return of his box from Sirius and Moony. Grinning widely, he could barely wait to get through his classes to open it. Finally, after a billion hours had dragged past, he was able to dash up to his dorm room and open the box.


He put aside a letter addressed to Hermione and the slim volume called Medical Magic for Beginners that was attached to it. He knew that Hermione would love it. He just had the vague hope that this didn’t encourage her to diagnosis him with anything else.


Under that he found a thick letter for him and a few more porn magazines. They seemed to be more recent issues of the same two from before and a new one that he had never seen. There was also a book called Pureblood Courting Rituals and one called Sexual Magic; Using Your Sexual Energy To Cast High Powered Spells. Harry had to force himself not to start reading that one right away.


There was also an old and battered copy of Dueling for Beginners and a dog-eared copy of Enchanting Objects for Beginners bound to an old and battered binder of handwritten notes and parchments. A quick look through showed that both books and the pile of notes had been Sirius’ back when he was in Hogwarts. Harry gasped. He didn’t have a clue how the old dog had gotten a hold of his old school things, but they instantly became the most precious objects in the box.


Grinning sadly, Harry opened the letter.


Dear Harry,


I really enjoyed and appreciated receiving a gift basket again. The ham was wonderful. I can’t tell you how much Moony and I enjoyed it. Neither one of us can cook worth a damn, so our meals are a bit sketchy.. We tend to undercook the things that we don’t burn. Hogwarts food really is the best.


I also appreciated the nutritional potions Hermione sent. She’s a really clever and thoughtful girl. She’s a good friend Harry, and you’re lucky to have her. In many ways she reminds me of your mother. Lily was a very smart witch, she was also kind and considerate and tended to look out for everyone around her. In truth, she made one of the best Head Girl’s that we had the entire time I was at Hogwarts. I can remember her mothering all the homesick little first years. She used to hold letter writing sessions in the Great Hall where she would offer topic advice and correct spelling for all the ickle firsties writing home and then she’d have them all troop up to the owlry to mail them off. Moony and I used to joke that it was like watching a mother duck with a line of her little baby ducklings trailing along behind her.


Also, before I forget, I want to thank you for the order form. It was very generous and thoughtful of you. In fact, it was too generous, so please don’t do it again. Save your money for yourself.


We did, however, make a fairly large order. 50 Galleons goes quite far at a second-hand shop. We were able to order a few pairs of shirts and trousers as well as a nice heavy cloak for me. They also had other things besides clothing, so I was able to get a nice thick blanket for myself along with an old camping cot with a magical sleep-cushion. You just unfold the cot and roll out the cushion on top to be a portable bed. It has inbuilt cushioning charms and heating charms. It’s much more comfortable than the floor and now Moony and I don’t have to switch off having turns sleeping on the one real bed in the cabin.


I really am proud of you and your skills with the witches. Both Moony and I hooted with laughter and excitement over the racy adventures you’ve told us about. There have been plenty of wizards over the years that juggled three girlfriends, but you’re the only one I know of where the witches all knew about each other and didn’t mind sharing.. I have visions in my head of your three witches playing Potion-Parchment-Wand to see who got to spend a bit of time snogging you that day.


Moony, on the other hand, is a bit concerned and he asked me to warn you to please be discrete. I have to agree with him on this one pup. Normally, the Wizarding World is fairly interested in what you’re up to, but they don’t really have a way to find out beyond school-yard rumors. With the Tri-Wizard Tournament at Hogwarts and you being a Champion, you have students from all three schools, politicians from all three magical Ministries and reporters from every magical paper and magazine in Britain and from the continent hovering about. Every single one of them would love to make a boatload of Galleons by selling a scandalous story about you. Especially if they have proof.


We both read the article printed by Witch Weekly and think that it turned out great. I’m really glad that the public responded the way we had hoped and that Hermione and Katie aren’t being harassed anymore. You and I both know that the press is made up of a bunch of rumor-mongers and vultures, but Moony really has taken his responsibility as your PR Manager very seriously. He’s been doing a bunch of research and muttering about image and presentation and all sorts of stuff. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Most of what you have to do to deal with this sort of thing is present a specific image with only a few words or actions here and there for detail.


To that end, Moony’s been collecting a bunch of booklets, pamphlets and magazine articles to send off to you. It’s all about being able to put together a nice, clean-cut image that will be acceptable to both the purebloods and the muggleborns. And that is a difficult and fine line to walk. I’ll warn you now that a lot of it will seem stupid and boring, but it really is something you need to know. Fashion, attitude, proper manners, traditional hairstyles and accessories, popular charities and concerns…it’s all little things that when put together make a statement of power, control, educated sophistication and compassion..


In other words, the half-starved rag-a-muffin orphan look has got to go. That worked when you were young and first came back to the Wizarding World, but you’re older and expected to know better now.


Moony has even given me an assignment to help him out. He wants me to compile a bunch of information for you on the Potter Family. This makes sense because when I was fifteen, I was disowned by the Black Family and left home. Your grandmother, James’ mum, was a Black by blood who, while not being disowned, was relegated to a cadet branch. She took me in and I spent my last few years at Hogwarts as a ward of the Potter Family and as a brother to James. You, Harry, are the Heir to an Ancient and Noble Family and you have to start to learn exactly what that means; both to yourself personally and to the pureblood community in general.


To be honest, I didn’t even think about that and Moony hadn’t either until you had mentioned that you didn’t know how to use your Gringott’s key properly until one of your girls showed you. We were actually very upset that your education in some of the most simple and basic things was completely ignored. Moony then went on to theorize that if you didn’t know that, you were probably left ignorant of other things as well. So, if any of the stuff we’re collecting for you is redundant, I apologize, but we didn’t want to take the chance that you hadn’t been told.


Hopefully this stuff will be ready to be sent out next month. For now, read over what we have sent you and reply if you have any questions about it. Be discrete with your witches and give our love and respect to Hermione. Practice casting spells often, even if your grasp of the theory is a bit shaky. Be creative, have fun and remember that I love you.


Snuffles

 ***


Harry wanted to delve into the books right away, but he couldn’t really justify keeping Hermione’s mail from her any longer. So, he tucked away his new porn for later that night and grabbed up her letter and the battered book about dueling and headed down to the Common Room.


He handed over her things and grinned at her as she devoured her letter and then raved over her new book. Apparently medical and healing magic was just fascinating and exciting. Harry was willing to take her word on that however. He showed her the old copy of Dueling for Beginners and how it had been marked up in the margins by Sirius and his father with a bunch of notes, anecdotes and comments.


She was just as thrilled for him as she was for herself. They then enjoyed a nice hour or two in front of the Common Room fireplace reading through their books.


***


Harry really enjoyed his new porn. The fact that one of the witches featured a few times in Wicked Witches Gone Wild strongly resembled a quiet and studious Ravenclaw witch in sixth year only made it more exciting. One magical photo had the witch dressed up in what was a fake copy of the Hogwarts uniform. She had the blouse unbuttoned to expose her naked breasts and her short little pleated skirt pulled up to show she wasn’t wearing any knickers. That she was rubbing her wet snatch with what appeared to be her wand only made it that much hotter. Harry wanked himself silly imagining that it really was that quiet Ravenclaw getting herself off in the middle of the Hogwarts Library.


***


Pureblood Courting Rituals was interesting in that there were some very convoluted and strange traditions in pureblood wizarding society and also a bit scary in that there were a lot of types of betrothal contracts explained. Harry didn’t want any part of a relationship that required that level of commitment. It was actually kind of relieving to know that he hadn’t accidentally set himself up for marriage through sheer ignorance. He knew what to avoid now and how to, hopefully, not come across as rude and arrogant by rejecting any offers in the proper way.


Of course, things weren’t all smooth sailing. Ron was acting a bit prattish for a while and Harry had finally had enough of his huffing, stomping about and his sullen pouting.. He ended up having to drag Ron out of the Common Room and up to their dorm and demand to know just what had crawled up his arse and died.


He was jealous.


It was obvious that Ron had no clue about Alicia or Angelina, but he did remember very well that Katie had been found naked in his bed with both of them obviously covered in sweat and cum. He hadn’t said anything; both because he promised and he did remember how harsh the newspaper and the public had been to the girl and he didn’t want that to happen again. That still didn’t change the fact that Harry had a girl and he didn’t. He was jealous, plain and simple.


With a sigh, Harry reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses for a moment before letting go and looking up at Ron.


“Can I give you some girl advice mate?” He clarified, “Without you getting your back up and all defensive?”


Ron considered for a moment, weighing his pride against his desire for a girlfriend. He nodded once, “Sure.”


Harry reached over and started flipping through the books that he had sitting on the small shelf under his nightstand. Finally, he found the three that he had been looking for. Standing, he held the books up for inspection.


“I really hate to say it, mate. You’re going to have to make a bit of an effort if you want a girlfriend. As things are, no girl is going to want to be with you.”


Ron scowled, “Why? Because I’m not rich and famous like you?”


Harry scowled right back and snapped, “NO! Because you’re a bit of slob and a pig!”


Sighing once more, Harry shook his head and held up one book. The title read Polite Manners for the Young Witch and Wizard; A Guide to Society’s Expectations.


“I suggest that you read this carefully and memorize as much of it as you can; particularly the section on public dining. I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but there are very few people that are willing to even look at you in the Great Hall. Your table manners are more suited to a barnyard. Hermione and I are the only ones that are willing to sit across from you because you spray your food a lot. No witch is going to find that attractive.”


Ron blushed fiercely. Harry knew that back at the Burrow when Ron got like that, his mother would often shout, “Ron! Manners!”, but he’d never heard her explain just what manners she expected, so Harry figured that his friend just might not know.


He then held up the book that Molly Weasley had sent them. It was the book that Harry had read that detailed proper grooming and hygiene.


“And while you’re at it, you might want to re-read the book your mum sent. Hermione was right, boys tend to smell funny. I’ve noticed it a lot more since I’ve been following the things laid out in this book. No witch is going to want to snog a bloke whose breath smells like onions and whose clothing stinks of dirty socks.”


Harry offered up the last one, the one that explained about official Courtships and Betrothals.


“You can save this one for last, but it talks about what to do, or not to do in regards to official contracted relationships. I found it helpful in that I don’t want to accidentally promise something that I’m not ready for or willing to give. I don’t want some starry-eyed witch thinking I’m going to marry her or something just because I gave her the wrong flower or said the wrong thing.”


Ron sort of blanched at the thought and nodded vigorously. Harry handed over all three books.


“Seriously, mate. Read through them. Learn them and take them seriously. Spend a few weeks cleaning yourself up and showing off the new and improved Ron Weasley. I bet you that you’ll find that the witches start paying attention to you, but in a good way.”


Ron looked down at the books in his hands, an odd expression on his face.


“I’m not that bad…am I?”


He sounded crushed and Harry winced.


***


Harry was enjoying himself during lunch a few days later trying not to laugh as Ron attempted to display good eating manners while Hermione kept shooting him confused looks in between offering encouragement of his newfound maturity. It was very amusing to watch him blush, start to eat and forget himself only to realize what he was doing and attempt to be less of a pig again.


That was when an origami parchment snitch fluttered over to him. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed it from the air. Only then did he realize what he’d done and he looked around to see Alicia and Angelina giggling at him. With a smirk and a wink, he opened it up to see what they had written.


Meet us in the empty charms classroom at 9:00 tonight. It’s where you had your date with Angelina last month.


His smirk grew wider. Glancing up at them, he smiled and nodded.


***


He was fairly certain that something naughty and most likely sexy was going to happen that night. It was, of course, possible that the two witches just wanted to chat or some other innocent thing, but Harry didn’t think so. Just in case, he took extra care to shower, shave and dress up a bit before leaving Gryffindor to go meet them. He used his map to help him slip through the empty corridors to what he was beginning to think of as “Angelina’s Hideaway”.


When he reached the old classroom door, he knocked lightly. It was only a short pause before the door was opened and he glided inside. Much like the last time he’d met Angelina here, the room was freshly cleaned and had several candles burning in glass holders scattered about. A large mattress draped in silks and velvets was lying in the center of the room and both witches were standing there smiling at him without a stitch of clothing. Harry took a moment to enjoy the way the candlelight played upon their skin, the soft gold of Alicia and the warm chocolate of Angelina.


“So beautiful…” his voice was a whisper of awe and husky with desire.


The two girls smiled at him, exchanged silent looks and then smirked at him in unison. He shivered and felt his cock begin to fill.


They walked over to him and Alicia leaned in and gave him a deep, wet, and passionate kiss. It curled his toes and pulled a moan from his chest. Then she pulled away and stepped around his side to let Angelina in. Angelina leaned up against him and nibbled on his bottom lip for a moment before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss as well.


“Um…ladies.”


He didn’t get to say anything else before Alicia held up one finger to his lips and whispered, “Shhh…let us take care of you tonight, Harry.”


Harry didn’t say anything; he just kissed her fingertip and nodded in agreement. Alicia smiled at him and then the two witches began to slowly undress him, kissing and rubbing at each newly exposed part of his body as the clothing came off. It was slow and sexy and incredibly erotic. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing and drooling steadily by the time he was finally naked.


Of course, he couldn’t exactly stay still for all of this. He reached out with both hands, rubbing and petting the two witches and sneaking in kisses and nibbles where he could. It was slightly confusing, not knowing exactly who was where and doing what. He didn’t mind though, since the whole thing was a soft and exciting blur of sensation.


Eventually, the two witches began to lead him over to the mattress and gently helped him down onto it. They situated him so that he was lying on his back in the center of the bed with each witch curled up on one side of him.


“Harry…”


“Hummm?”


He wasn’t really paying too much attention when his name was whispered in his ear. He was too focused on nibbling Alicia’s hard nipple and listening to her gasp in pleasure.


“Harry…Alicia and I talked about this and we had a plan to share you tonight…”


“That so?...”


Harry turned a bit, Alicia’s nipple making a wet popping sound as it slid out of his mouth. He shifted and reached for Angelina, one hand curling up into her soft fluffy hair and the other sliding down her tight stomach muscles to pet gently between her thighs. She gasped and jerked her hips toward his hand causing his fingertips to dip into her wet slit.


“Yes, Harry. It’s true, you know.” Alicia purred into his ear. “We decided that I get to enjoy that wicked mouth of yours…”


Angelina gasped and whimpered, “And I get to ride that lovely cock.”


Harry shivered at the very thought and his cock throbbed in agreement.


“Oh Merlin.”


After a deep breath to steady himself and to be certain he wasn’t going to spill right then, Harry rolled onto his back and shifted Angelina up and over him. He gently tugged her by her hips toward his face.


“Let me make sure you’re wet enough. Wouldn’t want you to try and ride me if you’re not.”


She giggled, but didn’t argue and carefully aimed herself over his lips. A few minutes of nibbling, licking and sucking at her lips and clitoris allowed Harry to announce she was wet enough. That she was trembling on the very edge of orgasm only made her more beautiful in his eyes.


Just as she started to shift her body down along his, Harry reached out for his cock with one hand and gave it two gentle tugs. The first allowed him to cast a mild engorgio to give it a little more length and a much thicker girth. The second tug let him cast a set of mild heating and vibration charms.


That he was also in a position to better aim for her wet slit was just a bonus. He gasped at the shock of hot pleasure that washed down his cock and directly into his bollocks when Angelina’s wet swollen vaginal lips pushed against the crown of his cock, sliding apart to suck and pull at him hungrily.


Their eyes met and caught for a long moment and then she let go completely and slid down his length in one quick smooth movement. His muscles locked as he fought back his orgasm. Angelina didn’t bother; instead she trembled slightly as the walls of her sex fluttered around him. He was experienced enough to be able to tell a soft sweet mild orgasm from a deep hard intense one. The lovely Angelina just had a gentle one of the former simply from sliding him into her body. Harry found that to be an extreme turn-on.


Harry had barely caught his breath before Alicia grew impatient and sat up. With one smooth move that he recognized from watching her mount her broom hundreds of times, she straddled his head and shifted to line up her dripping smooth snatch with his mouth. It was only after he mumbled the incantation to engorgio his tongue that he realized that she was turned around to be facing Angelina. Then he heard them begin to kiss and nearly died on the spot.


Not wanting to be the only one not snogging someone, Harry reached up and grabbed a tight hold of Alicia’s hips. Pulling her down tighter to his face he wasted no time in sliding his extra long tongue right up inside her dripping wet and very hot core. Alicia gasped and ground down on him, her clitoris rubbing against his chin.


Harry had the vague idea to cast a light vibrating charm on his chin so that Alicia could enjoy the extra sensation and then to coat one of his fingers and slide it gently into her arse before his mind slipped away in a fog of erotic sensation. The tight wet slide-pull of Angelina riding up and down on his throbbing cock blended into the sweet musky taste of Alicia’s snatch as she wiggled and humped against his chin, tongue and mouth. The scent of wet witches and sex, sweat and vanilla swirled through his nose and his ears were filled with gasps, moans and the wet sucking sound of snogging interspersed with the wet slapping of flesh against flesh.


Harry couldn’t have told anyone how many times Alicia filled his mouth with her juices or how many times Angelina drenched his bollocks with hers. All he knew was that he was in heaven, a sensual feast of pleasure and erotic hunger. His own orgasm caught him by surprise as it seemed to leap at him from nowhere, slamming into his tight and heavy bollocks like a slap to the face. Before he knew it, he was trembling fiercely, his hands clenched on Alicia’s hips even as he slammed up into Angelina, emptying himself deep inside her.


He had the vague and fuzzy thought that he could die happy now before he faded into unconsciousness.