Chapter 23
"Quite the view … Isn't it?" Harry heard Bella's voice from behind. Her warm breath tickled the side of his neck. The bed in the classroom had been enlarged, and Harry was sitting between Bella's open legs. His back was pressed against her naked chest while one of her hands played with the muscles of his stomach. Her other small hand was firmly wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. His legs were spread wide, and Cho Chang was fully nude and lying on her belly with her head between them. As Bella slowly stroked his cock, Cho was busy sucking on his hairless sack. All around the bed were his equally nude classmates. Each one was waiting patiently for their turn. Not a single one was covering themselves. From Harry's perspective, it was a sea of beautiful breasts and wet pussies.
"Not bad at all," Harry shuddered as she squeezed his cock and used the pad of her thumb to caress the head.
"Okay, Miss Chang. That was good, but you can do better. I suggest you work on that," Bella told her. Cho let go of his sack and stood on her knees, revealing her petite body to him. His eyes traveled from her pretty face, down her chest, and over her small but perky breasts. Her stomach was flat and toned from playing a lot of Quidditch over the years, and below that was her incredibly smooth mound. Harry could barely see her taut lips as they hid between her closed thighs.
"I will, Professor," Cho promised and turned around. She crawled off the bed on her hands and knees, giving Harry an excellent view of her wet slit and asshole. Bella reached down and used her hand to wipe the saliva from his swollen balls. Her hand lingered, massaging him while she laid soft kisses along his jaw. Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. The skin of Bella's thighs was insanely soft and smooth, Harry thought as his hands caressed her legs. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his back as she squirmed.
"Mmm," their professor hummed with contentment as Harry tickled the delicate skin behind her knees. "Miss Johnson … You're up," she called out.
Harry opened his eyes as Angelina crawled onto the bed. She crawled the enlarged length of the bed on her hands and knees. His eyes were immediately focused on her big, dangling tits. They swayed wonderfully as she moved toward them. Crawling between his open legs, she stood up on her knees and waited for instructions.
"Turn around and fuck yourself on him," Bella instructed. Angie smiled widely, her brown eyes shining with delight. That day's lesson was a "practice day", as Bella called them. Every girl got a turn practicing something they had already been instructed on. It gave the girls practice, and it allowed Bella to discover who still needed more work.
Angelina spun around and presented her naked ass to him. Her hips were delightfully wide, and her cheeks jutted outward. The skin of her ass was very smooth and flawless. As she moved, her big cheeks jiggled in a way that enraptured him. Bella held onto his cock, not wanting to let go until she absolutely had to. Angie backed up until her ass was firmly pressed into his crotch. She then rocked forward to give Bella room to put it inside of her. Her knees spread, granting him instant access to her dripping slit. Bella slid the head of his cock up and down the length of her damp split. Harry moaned as his sensitive head was stimulated by her wet heat. The scent of her wet womanhood was wafting up to him, making his brain hazy. Once Bella stuffed the head in, Angelina drove her ass backward and took him all the way in. Her silky, slick walls hugged his length tightly as her pussy glided down his shaft effortlessly. The rutting pair moaned together when her ass touched his lower belly. Harry took his hands off of Bella's thighs and grabbed Angie's ass. He kneaded and squeezed her plump cheeks. Her skin was so soft and warm, he thought as he played with her body. Spreading them open, Harry brushed his thumb over her puckered hole, making her pussy clench him harder. Angelina let out a gasping moan and looked over her shoulder at him. It was obvious she wanted him to fuck her good and hard. Harry was eager to comply. He pressed his thumb against her dark hole, and it was just about to pop in when Bella stopped him.
"No hands, Harry. Let her do all the work," Bella ordered, taking his hands from Angie's ass and placing them back on her thighs. She then put one hand back on his chest and moved the other between his legs. Her hand began massaging his balls just as Angie leaned forward. They both watched as his cock emerged from Angelina's depths. The surface of his shaft was slick with her wetness, but they only got to see that for a second before she leaned back. The sound of her wet penetration was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly. Bella squeezed his sack and tugged on it lightly just as Angie rocked her body forward again. Harry loved the way her inner pussy lips clung to his cock as it left her body. Her lips stretched away from her body, desperately trying to keep him in. Driving her ass back again, Angelina began trembling. She wasn't even embarrassed as her pussy squelched loudly, making several girls giggle.
Prying his eyes away from her stretched pussy, Harry looked at the crowd of girls. All of them looked like they were about to push Angie out of the way in an attempt to take her place. Of course, they would never try such a thing when Bellatrix was watching over them. Pansy, of all people, looked the most eager. As she was next in line, she was standing at the foot of the bed and had the best view of Angelina's face, which was twisted in the throes of pleasure. Pansy's small hands weren't idle. One hand caressed her lower belly while the other played with her neck. Her face was pink with lust, and her mouth was slightly agape as she breathed heavily. Her little, pink nipples were stiff with arousal, and no doubt she couldn't wait for the next time he was able to suck and nip at them. Harry's eyes lowered to the area between her slightly parted legs. Her pussy was glistening, and as he watched, a fat bead of wetness dripped from her lips and fell to the floor. Pansy looked to be about two seconds from touching herself. Meanwhile, Angelina's rocking was getting faster.
Her thick cheeks clapped against his body as she expertly fucked herself on his cock. His balls began churning, and he was getting close to climaxing. Bella seemed to sense this. Her hand softly played with his pecs while she rolled his balls in her other palm.
"How does her pussy feel?" Bella asked while nipping at his jawline. She then tickled his cheek with the tip of her pink tongue.
"Incredible," Harry was able to choke out. Angelina was beginning to cream his cock. Streaks of her thick girl-cum were smeared all over his shaft. Her cream wasn't just on Harry's body. It was smeared all around Angie's pussy, and some even was up by her winking asshole. Angelina's raucous and rowdy pounding on his cock was making a complete mess of both of them. Harry moaned loudly and turned his head. He took Bella's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it as they kissed. Through their kissing, he heard Angelina cry out as she came. Even without her verbal confirmation, Harry would still have been able to tell. Her pussy practically choked his cock as it tightened drastically. Quickly breaking the kiss, Harry moaned loudly and gripped Angie's thin waist.
"Flip onto your back and bring your head over here," Bella called out. Through her orgasm, Angelina pulled off of his cock and laid back. The top of her head was now touching his bloated, cum-filled sack. Harry didn't need to be told what to do. He leaned over and shoved his cock down Angie's throat, causing her to gag. Hooking his arms over the backs of her knees, he pulled her lower half up until her cream-covered pussy was right in his face. Harry licked her from clit to asshole, making her orgasm even more intense. When his tongue reached her asshole, he lavished it with attention, licking all over the little hole and tracing the rim. Angelina was squirming wildly as Harry thrust his hips and fucked her mouth. Harry then moved his mouth down to her pussy and sucked the cream from her plump, hairless lips. Once the outside of her pussy was sparkling clean, he shoved his tongue inside of her. It was amazing the way her pussy tried to milk his tongue as though it was a cock, Harry thought as he moaned into her pussy. Beads of arousal were leaking from her upturned pussy and dripping down her smooth mound and onto her flat belly. Pulling his tongue out, Harry rubbed his face all over between her opened legs, motorboating her naked pussy. Angelina let out a strained, gurgling sound as Harry's balls began to empty. Thrusting over and over, Harry groaned and took her swollen clit into his mouth, Sucking on it as hard as he could, he heard Angelina squeal around his cock as little arches of wetness squirted from her contracting pussy. Thrusting his hips downward, he kept them there and pumped the last little bit of cum directly down her throat.
He pulled his cock from her mouth, and Angelina loudly sucked in a much-needed breath. Harry stood up on his knees while his hand was busy furiously massaging Angelina's throbbing clit. Her little nub was hard and slick with her juices, and as his fingers flicked over them, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "No more!" she squeaked and pushed his hand away from her overly-sensitive pussy. That was the wrong move.
"Never do that to a client unless their time has run out," Bella heatedly chastised her. "As punishment, you're going to take it up the ass while you're still cumming," she told her. Bella then turned to Harry. "Give it to her hard," their professor ordered.
Angelina whimpered pathetically as Harry moved down to her lower half and flipped her still-spasming body over onto her stomach. Her ass was lifted, and Angie bit the bedsheets as Harry penetrated her asshole, making her orgasm flare to new heights. Behind them, the waiting girls groaned in annoyance at having to wait even longer. By then, Pansy was done waiting. Her fingers were ferociously rubbing her slit while her other hand cupped and kneaded her small breast. It was all she could do to not jump onto the bed and join in.
Red Light District
When Fleur mentioned that she couldn't stay with him that night because Madame Maxime had something to show her, Harry immediately knew what it was. With him not having any more classes with the Gryffindors for the rest of the day, he needed a way to get Neville a message. He smiled when he saw a cute redhead walking with her friends down the corridor. Harry jogged to catch up with them. When in striking distance, Harry reached out and grabbed her wrist from behind. Ginny squeaked and jumped in fright but calmed when she quickly spun around and saw Harry. He smiled handsomely at her.
"Harry! You scared me!" she cried out, breathing heavily.
"Sorry, Ginny. Let me make it up to you," he said and grabbed her by her waist. Harry pulled her in and kissed her passionately. His arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist, and her body was pressed fully against him. Ginny's body acted on instinct. Her arms came up and wrapped around the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss. Her little, warm tongue slipped into his mouth, and she moaned. They were now making out furiously in the middle of the corridor. Forgetting where he was, his hands slid under her very short school robes and cupped her ass. From touch alone, he could tell that she was wearing a pair of panties that was at least a size too small. The back of her panties was wedged deeply in the crack of her ass, giving him plenty of smooth, uncovered skin to play with. He gripped her cheeks roughly and kneaded her soft skin.
"Heh-Hem!" they heard the authoritative sound of a throat being cleared. They broke the kiss and looked at the source of the noise, though Harry didn't need to. The particular sound was burned into his brain from years of being her student. Sure enough, Professor McGonagall was standing there with an eyebrow raised.
"There's a time and a place for this kind of behavior, Mr. Potter … Miss Weasley," she told them, sounding annoyed. Harry tossed her a boyish smile while Ginny's cheeks burned red with embarrassment.
"Sorry, Professor. I'd like to say it won't happen again, but it probably will. I can't control myself when Ginny's around," he joked.
"Harry!" Ginny quietly hissed in embarrassment. Ginny's friends burst into a giggle fit.
"Well, then … Perhaps I should keep you two star-crossed lovers apart with a weekend of detention," she suggested with a small smile playing on her lips.
"I suddenly find that my appetite for love has been temporarily quenched," Harry told her with a straight face. McGonagall snorted.
"I'm glad to hear it. Now run along before I really do give you detention," she smiled and walked away.
"You're going to get me into trouble, you git!" Ginny said as soon as McGonagall had turned the corner, smacking his shoulder while her friends continued to giggle.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I wanted to ask you something."
Ginny huffed and fixed her hair. "What do you want to ask me?"
"Can you do me a favor and ask Neville to meet me outside of the Gryffindor Common Room at nine o'clock tonight?" he asked her. Ginny's eyebrows raised, not expecting that.
"I need to show him something important," Harry added as he placed his hand on her lower back. He couldn't stop his hand from exploring her growing curves, and she did nothing to stop it.
"Sure … I can tell him," she replied, still sounding unsure about why he wanted to speak with Neville. Harry smiled.
"Thanks, Ginny. As a reward, how about I take you to Hogsmeade Saturday morning?" he said, leaning in and kissing her small, cute nose. Ginny closed her eyes and purred.
"T-That would be nice," she shuddered as his lips moved back down to hers. His lips hadn't even touched hers yet before she opened her mouth and invited his tongue back in. Harry didn't disappoint. Within seconds, they were making out in the middle of the corridor again.
Red Light District
After checking for himself to see if the dragons were actually there, he made his way back into the castle and up to the Gryffindor Common Room with a few minutes to spare. No sooner had Harry checked his watch that the painting of the Fat Lady swung open. Neville climbed out of the hole and looked around. Spotting Harry, she walked over to him while the painting swung shut and blocked off the entrance.
"Hey, Harry. You wanted to see me?" he asked as he walked up. Harry nodded his head.
"I've got a bit of information about the First Task of the tournament. It looks like you guys will be facing dragons," Harry told him. Neville looked skeptical, to say the least. Who in their right mind would allow children to fight a dragon? Harry continued.
"If you don't believe me and want to see them for yourself, go to Hagrid's hut tonight and take a right. Walk along the edge of the Forbidden Forest until you can no longer see the castle or the lake. It's a bit of a walk. A little further down is the dragon handler camp with four dragons. I think Ron's brother is one of the handlers. If you go, try not to be seen, or you'll get into trouble," Harry explained. By then, Neville's mouth was open in disbelief.
"Surely you're joking. Dumbledore would be mental to bring dragons here to fight," he said in shock. Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"I just went there and saw them for myself … and I doubt you'll have to actually defeat the dragon. You'll probably just have to get by it or something," he told him, trying to point him in the right direction. "That won't make it any less dangerous, though," Harry quickly added.
"By now, I'm guessing that Fleur and Viktor already know about the dragons. From what I read, cheating has always been a part of the tournament. That's why I'm telling you. If you decide to go and see for yourself, remember to mention it to Diggory. He probably doesn't know either. Going in blind to face a dragon might just earn him a lengthy visit to the Hospital Wing."
Neville was quiet for a few seconds, appearing to be in deep thought. He then looked up at him.
"I don't think you'd lie to me about this, but I'd still like to see it for myself," he said. "I think I'll get Ron to come with me and go check it out." Harry clapped him on the shoulder.
"Smart move. I better get going, then. Don't get spotted, or McGonagall will have your hide," Harry warned. Neville nodded, already knowing how much trouble he would be in.
"Thanks for the heads up," Neville called out as Harry began to walk away.
"No problem," Harry called back as Neville slipped back into the Common Room. Harry heard the painting shut behind him. Having done his good deed for the day, Harry went back to his room to finish up an annoyingly long essay.
Red Light District
The following morning at breakfast, Neville looked a bit green. His expression was morose, and he didn't seem to have an appetite for the mouth-watering breakfast the House Elves had provided. Harry guessed that he had indeed gone out and seen the dragons. His mood didn't surprise Harry, seeing as the First Task was set for the following day. Beside him, Ron was shoveling food into his mouth at his normal pace. On his other side, Hermione was patting his shoulder and speaking to him with a soft expression. If he knew Hermione, she was likely promising to help him come up with a plan. He didn't expect to see her for the rest of the day. Fleur was nowhere to be seen. Harry speculated that she was going to spend the day preparing. Likewise, Viktor and Cedric were also absent from breakfast. Up at the staff table, the fake Moody was carefully watching Neville. Harry wondered if he would try to help out the boy, just as he had helped Harry in his previous life. Of course, that help was given with a nefarious purpose in mind, but at least Neville had someone watching his back, unlike Harry the first go-round.
Everyone else in the Great Hall appeared to be very excited about the upcoming event. Loud chatter filled the expansive room. Even Susan and Hannah were jabbering away about what they might see. Harry wasn't going to spoil it for them. Noticing that morning classes would begin soon, Harry began eating his food.
The day was relatively boring, as most school days were, but at least it ended at a high point. At the end of the day, Bella informed him that she had some free time to be photographed. So, with his equipment in hand, he went to her private bedroom. Harry had to admit Bella was a natural. The only things he had to do were coax her into different positions and click away with his camera.
Bella was really enjoying herself as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and shot Harry a seductive look. Standing tall and straight-backed, she spread her feet about shoulder length apart. Not wearing a single piece of clothing, she did her best to hide all of the good bits so that the photos would be usable. One arm was draped over her breasts, covering half of them, while her other hand was covering the lowest part of her pussy. The entirety of her smooth mound was on display, and only her clit and slit were hidden from him. Bella then turned her back on him and slowly walked to the bed. The way her hips swayed did wonderful things to her plump ass. Bella stopped and looked over her shoulder at him with a soft, sexy smile. Her gorgeous eyes glittered in the light. Harry quickly got several pictures of that particular pose. She then bent over and turned on the radio. A song with a pulsating beat began to play, and Bella's hips expertly moved with the rhythm. She grabbed her long, black hair and lifted it above her head, exposing her naked back. Her hips were bouncing from side to side, causing her luscious cheeks to jiggle.
Harry was surprised that his camera wasn't overheating from how quickly he was snapping away. Bella then spun around and walked over to him with a hungry look in her eyes. She wasn't covering herself. Hard nipples and bouncing breasts were free to be photographed, and Harry did exactly that. He wouldn't be able to use them, but he'd happily keep them in his private collection. When she reached him, she dropped to her knees. Covering her breasts in her hands, she looked up at him and swiped her tongue across her upper lip. Harry got exactly one shot of that before she pulled his trousers down and sucked him to the hilt in a single go.
Bella pulled off of him and stroked his cock with her hand. "Sorry for the interruption, but modeling always makes me super horny," she explained before taking him back down her throat. Harry moaned loudly as he aimed his camera downward. Bella looked up as the camera clicked. She didn't mind one bit that she was being photographed while performing such an act. In fact, it only made her hornier. By the end of the day, Harry would have plenty of photographs to use and many more of her getting fucked in every position possible.
Chapter 24
"EEEEEE!" Harry heard a terrified squeak beside him while small hands tightly gripped his forearm. Looking to his side, he saw Hermione's pretty face twisted with worry. At his other side was Susan, who couldn't be more different if she tried. Her lovely face was flush with excitement as she clapped furiously. On her other side was Hannah, but he couldn't see how she was reacting. Behind him, a group of firsties were cheering raucously while stomping their feet on the wooden stands that had been temporarily set up for the event. The first out of the Champions' tent was Cedric, who looked terrified and determined in equal parts. Cedric received a very loud cheer from both Susan and Hannah. Many of the girls in Hufflepuff had a crush on the handsome boy.
Slowly, he stepped forward, and Harry could see the slight trembling of the hand securely wrapped around his wand. When the Swedish Short-Snout spotted the relatively small human enter her space, she let out a massive roar. Many in the crowd flinched and covered their ears from the deafening roar. The dragon protectively moved between Cedric and her clutch of eggs. The side of her lip pulled up, and she produced a menacing growl as a warning. The crowd watched with bated breaths, wondering how Cedric would accomplish his task. Even though he had lived through and participated in this madness, Harry was just as nervous as the rest. With the crowd growing restless, Cedric began.
He waved his wand in a complicated pattern, and thousands of basketball-sized bubbles erupted from the tip of his wand. Each bubble was a marvel to behold, with a unique color and a pearly sheen. They seemed to shimmer in what little sunlight was able to break through the heavy cloud cover, casting a spell of awe over the crowd. There were a lot of female-sounding oohs and awes as they all watched the beautiful bubbles dance in the breeze. Harry kept his eyes on the prize, as did Cedric. The nesting dragon became angry and confused. Its head swiveled from side to side, snapping at any bubble that got too close. Cedric took this moment to hunch over and quickly sneak around the side. It was difficult to keep track of the young man as he snuck through the thick layer of bubbles. As he neared the dragon, Harry lost sight of him. Harry impatiently waited as the seconds ticked by, and after what felt like forever, Cedric broke through the bubbles with a golden egg clutched tightly under his arm. Unfortunately, the dragon had finally lost its patience.
The silvery blue dragon opened its maw and bellowed a torrent of bright blue flames. Like a flamethrower, it turned its head from side to side and instantly evaporated all the bubbles, leaving Cedric alone and completely exposed. Another roar filled the arena and actually vibrated the stands. The tension in the air was palpable as the dragon prepared to unleash its fiery attack, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats and biting their fingernails. Cedric froze for a second, unsure of what to do. Coming to his senses, he did the sensible thing and ran for dear life, but those few wasted seconds had cost him. As he ran, a tsunami of fire raced toward him. The crowd began screaming in fear and excitement. Hermione's grip on his arm became crushing while Susan and Hannah bounced in their seats. Only seconds from the tent's safety, the Dragonfire caught up with him, and the back of his robes smoldered, then burst into flames. Everyone in attendance could hear his howl of pain as the entire back of his robe and hair went up like an inferno. Thankfully, Cedric was able to dolphin dive into the tent, where he was met with a panicked squeal from someone who could only have been Madam Pomfrey.
The crowd was silent for a few long seconds before excited chatter filled the newly-built arena. "Ohh, I hope he's okay," Hermione said nervously, biting her lower lip in a way that Harry found quite sexy.
"I'm sure he'll be fine," Harry assured her. With Warming Charms in use, his little group of friends were quite comfortable in the cold Scottish weather. As such, Hermione had unbuttoned her coat to make herself more comfortable. This had the unintended consequence of displaying her very short skirt. It was riding up her smooth thighs and making his trousers tight in the crotch area. Not caring that they were in a very public place, Harry placed his hand on her leg and began caressing her inner thigh. Hermione jumped, not expecting to be touched in such a way. His fingers danced along her soft skin until the side of his hand was pressed against the warm crotch of her panties. Harry left his hand there and lightly tickled her delicate skin.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered urgently. "What are you doing?" she hissed in panic and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, all eyes were on the tent.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he teased, continuing to play with her thigh. Her breath hitched when he pressed his finger against her covered clit and flicked it a few times. Her face began to burn pink.
She reminded him, "This is neither the time nor the place," but she didn't try to move his hand or stop his actions. In fact, her legs opened a little wider, though Harry suspected her body was acting independently of her brain. He tickled her clit one last time before moving his finger back to her inner thigh.
"You're probably right," he said, tossing her a boyish smile. Hermione huffed but was unable to keep a small smile from her lips. Their banter was cut short when Cedric stepped out of the tent holding the golden egg. The crowd broke into deafening applause and roared with cheers. Their Hogwarts Champion had completed his task and escaped with his life. However, Cedric was looking a little worse for wear. The hair on the back of his head was completely burned away, and his scalp was coated in a thick layer of burn paste. The back of his robe was severely burnt and soaking wet. Harry guessed that Madam Pomfrey had extinguished the flames with the liberal use of the Aguamenti Charm. Still, Cedric was on his feet, so the injuries couldn't have been too bad.
"That was pretty smart!" Susan chirped beside him as Dumbledore explained the scoring system again. "Using a distraction like that."
"Yeah! I probably would have just stood there and peed my panties," Hannah joked, and they burst into giggles. Harry snorted in amusement while moving his hand down Hermione's inner thigh. When he reached her knee, he moved his fingers underneath it and tickled her sensitive skin.
"Harry … stop!" Hermione whined, squirming in her seat. "You're making me wet," she said in a whispered voice.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Harry smiled at her. She, in turn, glared at him.
"You're not the one who will have to sit here in damp panties the whole time," she countered. Harry chuckled and removed his hand. Then he pulled out his wand.
"Lift your skirt," Harry ordered. Hermione blushed and looked at him like he had gone mad. Harry rolled his eyes. "Trust me," he said encouragingly.
Hermione hesitantly lifted the bottom of her skirt and revealed her slightly parted legs. Harry could see that Hermione was correct, and the crotch of her panties was damp. The thin, satin material clung to her pussy lips like a second skin, showing the shape of her womanhood. Harry twisted his wand and jabbed it at her crotch. Hermione squealed as her short skirt billowed in the sudden gust of hot wind. A tiny bit of steam rose from her crotch, and Hermione suddenly found that her panties were dry and comfortably warm. Being so close to her, Harry could smell the scent of her arousal before it was quickly carried away in the cold wind. Hermione blushed deeply and flattened her skirt.
"Thanks," she muttered in embarrassment and avoided his eyes. Harry laughed softly and kissed the side of her head. Hermione couldn't help but lean in and rest her body against his. Harry wrapped an arm around her thin waist and hugged her tightly. As the judges began raising their scorecards, Harry let Hermione go so she could stand and get a better view.
"Forty points … That's not bad," Susan called out over the clapping.
"They must have deducted points for catching fire," Hannah rightly added.
"Headmaster Karkaroff only gave him a five," Hermione said with a look of disproval.
"I imagine he's one of those types to show favoritism to his own champion," Harry told her, already knowing the truth about the Death Eater turned traitor.
"Maybe … but that's so unprofessional," she began as the dragon handlers wrangled the Swedish Short-Snout out of the arena. Soon after, the Common Welsh Green was brought in.
"AND NOW TO FACE THE FEARSOME COMMON WELSH GREEN … OUR SECOND, AND DARE I SAY MOST ALLURING CHAMPION … FLEUR DELACOUR!" Ludo Bagman's magically magnified voice boomed over the crowd.
In opposition to what had happened with Cedric, this time, it was the boys of Hogwarts who rose to their feet and raucously cheered for the gorgeous Veela. Many of the girls surrounding them rolled their eyes and made gagging sounds, disgusted by the boys' behavior. Of course, they had conveniently forgotten about how they jumped up and down on their feet and squealed in delight when the handsome Cedric Diggory took center stage. Fleur stepped out of the Champions' tent looking like a goddess sent down to seduce the poor boys of this school, Harry thought to himself as she came into full view. She was wearing some kind of white silk robe whose two sides were only connected at the waist. As such, the whole arena could see her white, silky panties along with the full length of her long, smooth legs. Fleur was barefoot and taking elegant, dainty steps, much like a dancer would. The top section of her robe did little to hide the valley between her incredibly perky breasts and only covered the middle portion and sides. Her hard nipples were impossible to hide under the thin, semi-transparent material. Her toned stomach and cute little belly button were out for all to see. The girls of Hogwarts were none too pleased by Fleur's reception from the male portion of the school's population. The bottom half of her robe flapped behind her in the stiff breeze and revealed to the crowd that Fleur was wearing a g-string. Her long, gorgeous locks of hair fluttered around her like a silvery-gold aura, drawing the eyes of many. Her stunning face appeared confident, but Harry knew her well enough to see that she was understandably nervous.
Fleur confidently strode up to the dragon but stayed out of range of its fiery breath. The dragon opened up and blew a thin jet of fire in her direction, but it died well short, further aggravating the beast. The pressure wave from the blast hit Fleur and caused the top half of her robe to pull tight against her body. Everyone there got to see the exact shape of Fleur's perfect tits, and as a bonus, the right side of her robe pulled back a little too far and exposed just a sliver of her pink areola.
"TEN! … TEN!" several boys shouted for perfect scores even though the task hadn't even truly begun. Harry snorted in amusement but silently agreed with them. Fleur should get a perfect score based on her sheer sexiness alone. The girls around them looked less inclined to give her a perfect score. If it were up to them, they probably would have given her a zero out of pure jealousy.
Fleur began by holding her arms straight out on either side of her body, and though he couldn't hear what she was saying, he could tell that she was intonating and calling upon some powerful magic. The wind around her body began to whip viciously. The lower part of her thin robe snapped furiously behind her, and her long hair seemed to fly in every direction. Then Fleur began to step forward slowly. With every step, the dragon got angrier and spat another jet of flames at her once she was in range. The beam of fire rocketed to the Veela but hit the barrier of tornadic wind and was sucked in. Hellish fire was bent and twisted around her and pulled along the wind's powerful current. Fleur was now in the vortex, protected by the spinning wall of fire. The boys in the crowd went nuts, clapping and cheering on their chosen Champion. Even the judges looked impressed. Madame Maxime was clapping furiously and cheering her school's champion.
Harry's view of Fleur was blocked by the twisting fire, but that didn't last long. An unexpected crack of thunder above made everyone flinch and duck. Just then, the fire surrounding Fleur morphed into a pink mist and expanded in every direction, with the sexy Veela at the center. With the dragon being the closest to her, it caught the full brunt of the pink mist. The dragon's wide nostrils sucked in lungfuls of the mist, and it sneezed loudly and shook its head. Harry may have been crazy, but he could have sworn he saw the dragon's eyes glaze over. A gust of heavy wind carried the pink mist into the crowd, and that's when the real fun began. It started with most of the boys and even a few girls squirming in their seats. Harry looked behind him, and the group of male firsties were biting their lower lips and squeezing their legs together tightly.
Back in full view, Harry would wager a large sum of gold that Fleur had never looked sexier. Her hair danced behind her back, giving off a glowing, silvery sheen. Her chest was heaving, and from up in the stands, Harry could easily see that her nipples were rock-hard. Fleur began chanting again, raising her hands to the sky while the dragon swiped at her nose with her massive paw. After a few seconds, Fleur's hands dropped, and the remaining pink mist still in the sky turned a deep purple. The effects were instantaneous. The dragon began twitching and whining. Then suddenly, it spun around and lifted its rear into the air like it was preparing to be bred. Harry didn't see what happened next because the crowd around him was likewise affected.
Feeling strange and oddly amorous, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It felt like Fleur's Allure was affecting him, but it was stronger. After several seconds of pulling himself together, he reopened his eyes and looked around.
"EWWW GROSS!" Harry heard Hannah shout. He looked over at the bubbly blonde and found her checking her hair.
"What happened?" Susan asked her friend.
"He came on my hair!" Hannah screeched as she turned and glared at the young boy behind her. Harry followed her angry gaze and saw what must have been a second-year student sitting there with his trousers down to his knees while he furiously tugged on his small weiner. His glazed eyes were trained on Fleur's gorgeous body. This boy wasn't alone. As Harry searched the crowd, more and more cries of female disgust reached his ears. Practically every boy in school was mindlessly masturbating right out in the open. They all wore the same glassy-eyed, dopey expression as they shamelessly stared at the competing Veela. A shot of cum whizzed past his face, and Hermione squealed in disgust.
"That almost hit me!" she cried out. Harry turned to the boy behind him and glared. Holding up and shaking his fist threateningly, Harry bluntly told him, "If that stuff had hit me, it would have been the last thing you ever did."
That seemed to snap the boy out of his daze. His eyes moved to Harry, and the boy gulped loudly. He then looked down and saw that his small penis was exposed. "EEP!" he cried out and pulled up his trousers as fast as humanly possible.
"YUCK! HE DID IT AGAIN!" Hannah shouted. Harry turned just in time to see Hannah lean forward and slap the boy right across the face. His head jerked to the side with a loud, fleshy smack. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fleur quickly escaping the nest with the golden egg in hand, but instead of loud cheers, the crowd was filled with pleasured moans and groans.
"Uhh … I think we should leave … Like right now," Harry told his little group as he spotted the many faces twisted with pleasure. Eyes were bugging, and neck veins were bulging. All three girls agreed before he could even finish his sentence. They rushed to the exit aisle right before the cum hit the fan. High-pressured spurts of jizz began raining down on everyone in the crowd, drawing revolted squeals of rage from every girl unlucky enough to get hit by the gooey, flying menace.
Fleur finally made it to the tent, and the effects of whatever she had done began wearing off. Glazed eyes cleared, and the previously amorous boys looked around in confusion when they spotted the furious glares aimed at them. Even though Harry couldn't see the carnage, he did hear the pained cries of many boys being hexed into bits as they safely escaped the arena.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore's magnified voice filled the air. "Some decorum, please. I believe we shall take an hour-long break to allow those affected by Miss Delacour's … unique choice of magic to pull themselves together and clean up. The First Task shall resume in exactly one hour!" Harry heard the amusement in Dumbledore's voice.
"Ick! I'm going back to my room and wash my hair," a very annoyed Hannah told them, not waiting for a reply. She wanted that stuff out of her hair as fast as possible.
"Hold up, Hannah! I'll come with you," Susan called after her and ran to catch up. Harry watched her red hair bounce around as she trotted along.
"I wonder if we can go to the tent," Hermione said. "I want to check in on Neville and see how he's holding up."
"Let's go. I'll check in on Fleur," Harry agreed, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her to the Champion's tent. When they reached it, Madam Pomfrey stopped them from going in.
"But Madam Pomfrey, all I want to do is check up on him," Hermione pleaded with the matron. She shook her head.
"Sorry, dear, but Mr. Longbottom has yet to compete, and it wouldn't be fair to allow him to receive any tips," Madam Pomfrey told her.
"I'm not going to help him cheat," Hermione said, scandalized by the insinuation. "I just want to see how he's doing."
"I'm not suggesting you were, but even so …" Madam Pomfrey continued to explain while Fleur stepped out of the tent. Since she had already competed, she was free to come and go as she pleased. Hermione didn't even notice her as she tried to reason with the strict woman. Harry took Fleur's hand and led her away from the arguing pair. Once they were out of earshot, Fleur began to rant.
"Only thirty-eight lousy points!" Fleur huffed, clearly displeased. "They said that they 'ad docked some points because I caused a scene," she sniffed. Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "It was that cochon, Karkaroff … 'E only gave me four points!"
"And what a scene you caused," he smiled at her. "Practically every ballsack in a one-mile radius has been emptied," he joked. Fleur flipped her hair but couldn't stop the little smirk from forming. "There's going to be a lot of girls who are quite peeved at you tomorrow," Harry amusedly warned.
"Let them be. I do not care one way or another," she haughtily said as they walked hand in hand.
"So what was that magic you used?" he asked her.
"I called on the Goddess Aphrodite to amplify my Allure. It worked, no?" she asked with a smile.
"It certainly did. You did a great job," he complimented her. Fleur smiled, stopped, and wrapped him in a hug. Harry kissed the side of her head, causing her to purr like a kitten. She then moved her head and captured his lips with her own. Fleur rapidly deepened the kiss until they were having a full-blown snogging session out in the middle of the field. She then broke the kiss, breathing heavily. She turned her big, sapphire eyes on him.
"You know, 'Arry …" she began, teasingly drawing circles over his pec with the pad of her finger. "Calling upon such magic 'as left me feeling a bit aroused. Per'aps, we can find a secluded spot to celebrate my accomplishment?" she asked, nipping at his jawline. Harry's cock was throbbing in his trousers.
"Well … We do have around forty minutes before the task resumes," he smiled wickedly. Grabbing her hand, the two lovers rushed behind a nearby large rock formation where they were out of sight. Fleur reached into her robe and slid her panties down her thighs. Shimmying out of them, she kicked them off of her foot while Harry pulled his trousers down. As soon as they were down, Fleur jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Being held by her jutting cheeks, Fleur reached underneath her and grabbed Harry's hard cock. Giving it a few test strokes, she pressed the head against her wet slit and stuffed it in. Slowly dropping down on it, they both moaned as Fleur's slick, silky walls scraped the length of his shaft. Harry's fingers dug into her ass as he hissed from the intense pleasure her body gifted him.
Fleur just couldn't get enough of his body. Every time he touched her smooth skin, she found herself on the verge of cumming. She had gotten much better at handling the pleasure, but it was still there, constantly making her pussy drip. She whimpered against his neck as he sank deeper. When his cock hit her g-spot, Fleur squealed and immediately began cumming. Her walls fluttered wildly, choking and massaging his cock at the same time. As she bottomed out, Harry squeezed her ass and began bouncing her body up and down. "You always cum so fast," Harry groaned as he dragged her tight pussy up his pole. Fleur couldn't respond. She simply squealed against his neck as he let her body drop. Her pussy hugged his length as she slid back down and produced a loud, perverse squelching sound as she was stuffed.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. Her pussy was too exquisite, and he couldn't stop himself from vigorously bouncing her on his cock and treating her body like his own personal sex toy. Fleur began babbling away in French as he fucked her good and hard. Her incredibly tight cunt was practically sucking him off as he fucked her out in the open air. Taking one hand off her ass, he slid it underneath the back of her robe and up her smooth ,bare back until he gripped the back of her neck. Turning her head, he stuck his tongue into her mouth while her soaked pussy continued to milk his cock. Reaching the end of his rope, Harry squeezed her ass with both hands and thrust all the way into her. Fleur moaned into his mouth as he filled her with his warm cum. Harry stayed inside of her until his balls were as empty as all the other boys' in the arena. Once he had been sated, he lifted her off his cock and set her back on her feet. Fleur licked him across his lips and peppered his cheek with kisses while her hand gripped his cock. Looking down, she giggled.
"It appears I 'ave made a mess," she giggled again. Breathing deeply, Harry looked down and saw that his cock was smeared with her cream. Fleur looked up at him with a coquettish smile. "Do not worry, 'Arry. I will clean you up," she assured him, dropping to her knees and taking him down her throat in a single go. Harry leaned against the hard, uneven surface of the rock and enjoyed her tender ministrations.
Chapter 25
"AND NOW FACING THE MAN-EATING CHINESE FIREBALL … THE CHAMPION OF DURMSTRANG … VIKTOOOOOR KRUUUUUUUUUM!" Ludo Bagman introduced the star Quidditch player as though it were a boxing match at Caesar's Palace. Many of the boys in the crowd cheered, though their cheers were slightly damped from the severe hexing they received from the female portion of the population.
The tall, gangly Bulgarian stepped out of the tent wearing a blood-red robe partially covered in what Harry thought were Quidditch pads. After a closer look, Harry discovered that they were likely pieces of enchanted armor. 'Smart move,' Harry thought as Krum faced the angry beast. The closer he got, the more irritated the dragon seemed to get. At a certain point, the scarlet dragon had had enough and shot mushroom-shaped balls of fire from each nostril. Both of the fireballs rocketed toward Krum, who was forced to run forward and commando roll between the two balls of fire to avoid getting burned. It seemed that the girls in the crowd had momentarily forgotten their anger and joined the boys in cheering wildly, though Harry didn't expect that forgiveness to last very long.
Viktor was back on his feet in a flash, but Harry could see one big problem with that. While Viktor Krum was brilliant in the air, on the ground, he wasn't exactly graceful. The young man was round-shouldered and duck-footed, and while Harry didn't consider him a klutz, he wouldn't be putting any bets on Krum to win any hundred-yard dash races. As if to prove his point, when Viktor stood up, he lost his balance slightly and was nearly flambeed by a much larger mushroom-shaped fireball shot from the dragon's mouth. The only thing that saved him was the large rock to his left that he was able to jump behind. He huddled behind the rock as another blast of fire hit the boulder and blasted hundreds of stone shards in every direction. Hermione was tightly gripping his forearm while Susan bounced around and cheered. Harry didn't want to take his attention away from the show, but a better show was drawing his eyes. Because of his Warming Charms, Susan had taken off her robe and was jumping up and down while wearing a very tight and low-cut t-shirt. Her big tits were bouncing and flopping and … The crowd groaned loudly. Quickly turning his attention back to the arena, he saw that the boulder was now half its previous size, and Viktor's arm was on fire. Instead of panicking and putting the fire out, Viktor dove away from the boulder as it was blasted again. It was a smart move, looking back, because the boulder practically disintegrated in a puff of white-hot pebbles.
Harry watched as Viktor twirled his wand at the ground, and a small vortex of air formed. The vortex grew larger, picking up dirt and pieces of the broken stone until it was a small tornado. Krum then aimed his wand at the dragon, who was just about to fire another volley of fireballs at him. The tornado shot forward and attached itself to the dragon's head. Enraged and blinded, the dragon charged to the side and stepped on several of its own eggs in an attempt to get away from the stinging wind. This was the moment Viktor had been waiting for. He gracelessly ran forward and ducked under the swaying tail. At the nest, he ignored the red eggs and scooped up the solitary golden egg. However, by that point, the fire on his arm had spread to his back and chest, and Harry could see the flames licking at his head. Viktor began screaming in pain while turning to run to the tent. He only got a few steps before he couldn't take it anymore and dropped to the ground. Rolling from side to side to try and extinguish the flames, he never saw the dragon stumbling toward him, blinded by the swirling tornado of dust and debris.
Harry winced as a very loud "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" filled the arena. The dragon stepped directly on the backs of his legs and crushed them flat. Immediately, the dragon handlers rushed in and subdued the dragon while several of Hogwarts' professors rushed out and extinguished the flames with their wands. Once Viktor had been levitated from the arena, there was only silence before a few halting claps peppered throughout the spectators could be heard. 'At least he got the golden egg,' Harry thought as they disappeared into the medical tent. Harry turned to Hermione, who was as white as paper.
"You okay?" he asked, rubbing her leg. By then, the crowd was quietly buzzing, though Harry couldn't tell if it was from excitement or shock.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she said, looking a bit clammy. Harry placed his hand on her back and slowly rubbed it.
"I can't believe they let that happen to him," Susan said in shock from his other side.
"The tournament is very dangerous. A lot of people have died from it in the past," Harry shrugged. "They all knew that going in."
"You don't think he's going to die … do you?" Hannah asked, leaning forward from Susan's other side to see him. Harry shook his head.
"Nah. I imagine Madam Pomfrey will heal him up. He's probably going to be in for a rough night, though. It looks like she's going to have to heal the flesh and vanish the bones in his legs."
"Vanish the bones?!" Susan gasped, looking disgusted.
"She'll give him some Skele-Gro, and they'll grow back overnight. I reckon it'll be painful," Harry told her, remembering back to when that git, Lockhart, vanished the bones in his arm.
"Ugg!" Hermione groaned. Harry saw her leaning forward, her head down between her knees, breathing deeply. He couldn't help but chuckle as he tenderly rubbed her back. Harry reached into his robe and pulled out a small vial.
"Here. Take this," he told the bookworm. Hermione turned her colorless face to him.
"What is it?" she asked, taking it from him. She popped the cork and sniffed it. The smell made her gag.
"Anti-nausea potion," he told her. "I had a feeling one of us might need it."
Hermione greedily drank it down and gagged again. It wasn't a pleasant potion to take. He knew that from experience. After a few seconds, her pale face regained its color, and she sighed.
"Thanks, Harry. That helped a lot," she said, gracing him with a small smile.
"You're welcome," he said, smiling back.
"The scores!" Hannah interrupted them.
"Only thirty-four … That's not good," Susan replied. "They must have docked him for getting hurt so badly. That won't be good for his morale."
"All things considered, he should be happy just to be alive," Harry told her.
"THAT'S GOING TO BE A TOUGH ONE TO FOLLOW FOLKS!" Ludo Bagman began again. "BUT IF ANYONE CAN DO IT, IT WILL BE OUR FINAL CONTENDER. NOW HERE'S THE FRIGHTENING … THE FEARSOME … THE LOATHSOME MENACE OF THE CARPATHIAN MOUNTAINS … THE HUNGARIAN HORNTAIL AND ITS CHALLENGER … NNNEVILLE LONGBOTTOMMMMMMMMMMM!"
The crowd cheered raucously as the black brute was ushered into the arena. The Hungarian Horntail made the other dragons seem small and meek in comparison. Hermione squeaked nervously and gripped his thigh painfully. Not long after, Neville came out of the tent looking just as pale as Hermione had a few moments ago. As soon as the dragon saw Neville, it let out a deafening shriek and blasted a torrent of fire forty feet in his direction. Harry could hear the Slytherins mocking the frightened boy while everyone else screamed and clapped. Neville slowly edged to the furthest point he could go while still being out of the dragon's fiery range. He pointed his wand and said something Harry couldn't hear. Out of the tip of his wand burst a giant flock of small birds that began circling above him. Harry immediately recognized it as one of Hermione's. That wasn't surprising, considering she had been helping him prepare for the task. Neville continued to use the spell over and over until there were hundreds of small, yellow birds circling above. Then, he pointed his wand at the dragon, and the birds simultaneously dive-bombed its head.
The Horntail roared angrily and reared up, spreading its massive wings. This didn't stop the birds from harassing the beast. While distracted, Neville tapped his wand to the top of his head, and he slowly disappeared from view. His Disillusionment Charm wasn't perfect, and Harry could see a transparent distortion in the vague shape of his body. The Horntail roared again and sent a fiery blast at the birds. Dozens were instantly incinerated, but thankfully, there were plenty more where that came from. Many were pecking at its eyes or loudly chirping in its ears. The Horntail shook its massive head from side to side, trying to get them off. Harry tried to follow Neville's mostly-hidden form, but it was difficult. He followed the boy's footprints in the dirt and saw him slowly making his way to the clutch of eggs, but the dragon was still almost directly over them. Getting the golden egg would be very dangerous, Harry reasoned. Then, the dragon flapped its huge wings, and Harry saw something hit the ground. Neville became visible once again as he pushed himself to his knees. He had been blown back by the hurricane-force winds that the massive wings produced. Once Neville was visible, the dragon ignored the birds and focused on him with a menacing growl. Neville looked up just in time to see the dragon's maw opening. Hermione screeched in fear as the dragon's breath ignited. With a flying leap, Neville barely escaped the fire's path. The Horntail then charged.
It scuttled forward with its head lowered, intent on swallowing the boy in one bite, but the shackle on its leg suddenly halted its charge. Harry heard the enchanted metal groan under the force while Neville got to his feet. As he did, he was forced to drop down flat to avoid a tail swipe from the lumbering beast.
"Oh, gosh! He's going to die!" Hermione squealed, hiding her face against Harry's shoulder. Thankfully, the tail passed right over Neville, who shot to his feet and ran for the now unprotected nest as fast as Harry had ever seen someone run. The dragon turned its head and opened its mouth again. This time, Neville was ready. He pointed his wand, and all the remaining birds flew directly into the dragon's mouth. The dragon's eyes bugged out as its throat was suddenly blocked by hundreds of birds. Unfortunately, the build-up of gas had nowhere to go. As Neville was running with the egg held high above his head in triumph, there was an explosion of fire. BOOM! The entire arena trembled as a wave of fire blew out in every direction. Many in the front row screamed as they were pelted with fiery bits. Neville yelped loud enough that Harry could clearly hear it from so far away, not that he blamed him. The back of his robe was on fire as he was thrown clear of the explosion. He ripped the flaming robe from his body and threw it away. Grabbing the egg from the ground, he high-tailed it back to the tent in only his skivvies.
The closest spectators were too busy trying to put out burning clothes and hair to care about Neville's triumphant feat. Meanwhile, the Horntail was slowly getting back to its feet. When it finally did, it stumbled around shakily, and Harry could see that several large teeth were missing. The dragon handlers flooded the arena and began pelting the large beast with spells, knowing that it was going to be very angry as soon as it came to its senses.
"WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT! OUR YOUNGEST CHAMPION NEARLY KILLED THE BEAST WITH A SINGLE BLOW!" Bagman began hamming it up. Harry guessed that he had placed a large bet with the Goblins on Neville winning the tournament.
"Is he still alive?" Hermione squeaked, still hiding her face. Harry could feel her trembling, so he wrapped his arm around her back and squeezed her tightly.
"Yeah, the dragon's fine," Harry patted her back.
"Not the dragon, you git! Neville!" Hermione said, looking at him like he was crazy.
"Oh … Uh, yeah, he's fine as well," Harry informed her. Hermione huffed and stood up.
"I'm going to check up on him," she said before looking at him one last time. "Honestly!" she huffed again, shaking her head at him. All Harry could do was chuckle. He loved riling her up.
Red Light District
As it turned out, Neville made it out with only minor burns and lacerations. For his gallantry, he was awarded thirty-seven points, which put him in third place. Points were deducted for causing catastrophic damage to dozens of innocent bystanders. Many girls were unhappy at having some of their hair burned off, and they were very vocal about it. However, Neville didn't seem to mind at all. He was just happy he survived the ordeal. Harry could relate, feeling the same exact way when he was the one going through it.
Those who weren't follicly maimed were excited about what they had witnessed, though the Slytherins were pretty bummed that Neville hadn't been eaten. Excited chatter filled the corridors directly after the end of the task. While watching the task, Harry came up with an idea that was likely going to be very difficult … maybe impossible, but if he could pull it off, he would end up rich beyond belief. The idea wasn't exactly an original one, and many Muggleborns likely had the same idea at one point. Could he come up with a magical version of the television? It would have been nice if everyone could have watched the First Task live. That's what he thought while watching it. There were numerous problems that he could see with the idea just off the top of his head, but while many might have had the same idea as him, Harry guessed that they didn't have the gold or resources necessary to make a real go at inventing it. The idea was too good to pass up, though. He was already trying to make a name for himself in the sex industry, and this would take it to a whole nother level. Unfortunately, Harry didn't know where to start. The easiest way would be to just magically convert a muggle television, but that wouldn't work at all. The entire television industry was built on muggle technology that spanned continents, and none of it would work with magic. The closest thing in the magical world was the wizarding wireless, which was basically a magical radio. The Wizarding Wireless Network, or WWN, was based right here in Hogsmeade. Harry passed the building every time he visited the village. Understanding how it worked might be the first step in creating something new. He would have to wait on that until his next visit. For the time being, he did have an idea that he could research in the school's library. Excited to get started, Harry grabbed his bag and went straight there.
Red Light District
Harry put his book down and scribbled some notes on his piece of parchment. He spent two hours going over the Protean Charm in detail. Would that help him on his quest? Harry wasn't sure, but a little extra knowledge never hurt anyone. He tried to find out how Pensieves were made and how they worked, but he couldn't find anything on that. The only thing he knew about them was that they were absurdly rare in his original world but less so in this world. Harry replaced the books back on the shelves, packed up, and went to see the Charms Professor.
"Mr. Potter! What a pleasure," Professor Flitwick smiled kindly as he answered his office door.
"The pleasure's mine, Professor," Harry smiled back. He always liked the good-natured half-Goblin. "I was hoping you could tell me how Pensieves are made. I tried to find it in the library, but there was nothing on the subject."
"No, I imagine there wouldn't be. Pensieve creation has always been a secretive subject. There aren't many Mastercraftsmen out there capable of creating one, and those who have the ability tend to keep their knowledge a secret. All strive to be the best and produce the highest quality artifact," Flitwick explained, stepping into his office and waving Harry in. Harry walked in and closed the door behind him.
"I don't know much about the subject, but what I do know is that the inside of the basin is etched in various Runic languages and inset with precious stones. The stones are enchanted to absorb magic and power the Pensieve. Why are you interested in the subject?" he asked, sitting behind his desk. Harry sat down opposite him.
"I wanted to have a go at making one," Harry half lied.
"They are readily available for purchase, though very expensive. From what little I know about your finances, I daresay you should be able to afford one," Flitwick said.
"There's no fun in just buying one. I want to try and make one. I think I would learn a lot in the process," Harry told him.
"Are you thinking of becoming an Enchanter after graduation?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"I don't know yet … but possibly. I've always been fascinated by magical artifacts like racing brooms, the Sorting Hat, Platform Nine and Three Quarters …" Harry was cut off by his chuckling.
"As many others have before you," he said, finishing chuckling. "Enchanting is a fine job and a noble profession. I myself was briefly an Enchanter after I graduated from Hogwarts. A few years later, I took the position of Charms Professor and gave up my former job, but I still have fond memories of it," he said, standing back up and going to his bookshelf. He skimmed through the tomes and plucked one from the shelf. "Here," he said, holding out a battered leather book. Harry got up and took it from him.
"This will teach you the basics of Enchanting. Once you have it down, come see me, and I'll test you. If you pass, I'll give you the next book," Flitwick explained. Harry nodded eagerly. "As for the knowledge of creating Pensieves, I'll ask around and see what I can find," he smiled. Harry smiled widely.
"This is brilliant! Thanks, Professor!" Flitwick waved it away.
"Think nothing of it. Now begone with you. I have a pile of ungraded papers higher than I am tall," he chuckled merrily.
"Yes, sir!" Harry saluted him and exited the office.
Red Light District
Harry was at his desk in his private room when the door opened. Hermione walked in and smiled at him. "Hey, Harry," she greeted him. He hadn't seen her since the end of the First Task earlier that day.
"Hey, Hermione," he smiled back.
"I know that I scheduled some … private time with you for tonight, but the Gryffindors are having a celebration party and …"
"Don't worry about it, Hermione. Go and have fun," he told her. "Don't drink too much," Harry teased.
"I don't drink!" she stated emphatically, which made him chuckle. "Anyway, I scheduled someone else to come and keep you company for tonight," she said. "Padma," she answered before he could ask. "She said she needs to work on her anal, so help her out with that if you could," Hermione said, checking herself in the mirror.
"Will do," Harry said as he walked up behind her. He pressed his crotch against her ass and slid his hand under the front of her blouse. He loved how soft her smooth, warm belly was.
"Harry!" she gasped. "I don't have time for this. The party is going to start in twenty minutes," she shuddered as he toyed with her braless tits.
"It only takes five minutes to get there. That leaves me fifteen minutes to have my way with you," Harry teased, reaching under her short skirt and lowering her panties. Hermione dutifully stepped out of them and squealed when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. As he sat her down, she spun her body so that he was standing between her legs. She opened them wide, revealing her damp slit.
"Just hurry it up, will you?" she said, pretending to be annoyed. Her slick pussy said otherwise. Not wanting to waste even a single second, Harry pulled down his trousers and lined himself up. No teasing was needed. He placed the head at her entrance and thrust all the way in. Hermione shuddered as her tight pussy opened up and invited him in. Harry licked the pad of his thumb and placed it against her hardening clit. Hermione bit her lower lip and squirmed as he began massaging it. His hips were already moving at a slow and steady pace.
"Faster, Harry," she gasped as wet suction sounds began filling the room. Her womanly scent was growing stronger while her wet pussy lips clung tightly to his jackhammering cock. Harry could see her tits shaking underneath her shirt, and he fought the urge to rip it open and free them. Harry enjoyed watching her expression change while she was getting fucked by him. At first, she always looked a little embarrassed, but that quickly went away and was replaced by blushing cheeks. When her mouth opened and she began breathing heavily, Harry knew she was properly turned on.
"Your clit is so hard," he commented as his thumb flicked back and forth over the little bead. Hermione arched her back and moaned.
"Keep rubbing it!" she shuddered and trembled. "I'm almost there!"
Harry could tell. Her pussy was pulsating and massaging his thrusting cock in a way that always made him cum fast. "I think I'll send you to the party filled with my cum. Would you like that?" he asked, changing his thrusting angle to directly pound against her g-spot. Hermione squealed, and her pussy was suddenly flooded with juices.
"Oh! Please don't," she choked out through her mini orgasm. "It'll drip down my legs, and someone might see."
"Your pussy feels too good," he truthfully said as she practically strangled his cock with her wet, silky walls. "I don't think I have the strength to pull out."
His compliment was all she needed to send her over the edge. Hermione cried out while her back bowed violently. Her insides clamped down on him and began milking his thrusting cock. This sent him over the edge as well. "Here it comes!" Harry grunted.
Hermione somehow found the strength to pull off of him, spin around, and take him into her mouth. Harry released, filling her mouth with a full load of hot cum. Harry grabbed the back of her head and thrust down her throat. He could hear her gurgling on his cum as he slowly fucked her face. When his balls had been satisfactorily emptied, he pulled out of her mouth and placed his hand under her chin. He tilted her head upward and gently slapped the head of his cock against her cheek. The last few blobs of cum released against her cheek before he slid the head down to her lips and slowly rubbed it against them. Hermione was looking up at him lovingly as she laid soft kisses on the underside of his head. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Harry? It's Padma," they heard her say from behind the door. Hermione blushed and jumped to her feet. Quickly grabbing her panties, she slid them on just before Harry opened the door.
"Hey, Padma!" Harry chirped. Padma blushed and responded happily.
"Hi, Harry. Did Hermione tell you that I'd be visiting?" she asked.
"I did," Hermione said, pink-cheeked as she made herself known. "He's all yours. I'll see you tomorrow, Harry," Hermione smiled at him.
"Uhh … Hermione?" Padma said as she studied his assistant.
"Yeah?" Hermione asked.
"You have something right here," Padma told her, pointing to her cheek. Hermione swiped her fingers across it and blushed deeply when she discovered what it was.
"Thanks, Padma," she embarrassingly said before rushing off to the bathroom to properly clean up. Padma shut the door behind her before she was grabbed by the ass and lifted into the air. She squealed happily as Harry sucked her tongue into his mouth.