HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

With thanks to J. K. Rowling for doing all that character development for me.

Harry Potter stared at his class schedule as he started his sixth year at Hogwarts. Everything was in place as he expected, but what was this class right before lunch – the Art of Dirty Tricks? He’d never even heard of such a class and definitely had not signed up for it. He looked over at his friend Ron Weasley and asked, “Hey, Ron, have you got a class called the Art of Dirty Tricks?”

The red-headed Ron had not looked at his schedule yet. “Don’t think so, Harry,” he said. “Never heard of it.” But, he pulled out his schedule and looked at it. “Dang, Harry, I do. Right before lunch. Who’s Professor Clinton? Never heard of him.”

“Neither have I,” said Harry. “Guess we’ll find out.” The two boys found Hermione, the third of the nearly inseparable trio and asked her the same question.

“I was just coming to look for you two,” she said. “That’s exactly what I was going to ask you. I’ve got it, too, right before lunch, but look,” she pointed at her schedule. “I’ve got a different room and different professor, Professor Chambers.”

“That is odd,” said Ron. The sixth years were just trying to get settled in for what would be their next to last year at the ancient school. Expecting the year to be difficult, they didn’t expect to be facing a class they’d never heard of before. Not only that, but why would Hogwarts be teaching something called the Art of Dirty Tricks. It seemed to take the respectability from the school.

“What are you three talking about now?” asked Ginny Weasley as she joined the group.

Ron’s younger sister was almost a member of their inner sanctum, so Harry started to answer. He pulled out his schedule and pointed, “Bub gu toog marfum,” he said before he could stop. Ginny laughed at the tongue-tied boy and looked where his finger was pointing on the schedule. She saw Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, and other classes, but nothing caught her attention.

“What, Harry?” she asked, seeing nothing out of the unusual.

Hermione poked Harry. Ron had the same idea, and pulled Ginny away from the other two. “Harry’s excited about the advanced classes is all, Ginny,” he said to his sister. “You’ve got to admit that there are some tough ones there.”

Meanwhile, Hermione was saying to Harry, “Don’t you see, Harry? You can’t talk about it and she can’t see it on the schedule. It’s a secret class that you don’t even find out about until sixth year. She’ll find out about it next year.”

“Oh,” said Harry. “That makes sense. Wow, that just makes it even more interesting.”

The three could hardly wait until the late morning class. They suffered through a couple of classes where the professor was just introducing the next subject and then it was time for Dirty Tricks. Hermione split off to go to one side of the school while Ron and Harry went to the opposite end of the school.

The first shock the boys got was when they walked through the classroom door. The entrance was misty and mysterious. As they stepped through the mist, all their clothes vanished. Ron, standing naked in the classroom, looked back over his shoulder at Harry, but saw only a blank wall. There was no door on this side! Yet, he knew he’d just come through that door. There were six other boys standing around the inside of the classroom naked, looking just as embarrassed, but with expectant smirks on their faces. They had an inside joke. Thinking quickly, he stepped out of the way, knowing that Harry was right behind him.

A second later, Harry Potter came through the blank wall and stopped. He stared at the other seven boys and then jumped clear of the door. There had been several boys right behind him. “What’s going on, Ron?” he asked, his hands covering his crotch like the rest of them.

“Don’t know,” said Ron. “This class doesn’t just sound weird, it is weird.”

Right behind Harry came Draco Malfoy. He stepped into the room and gawked at the other nude boys. Blushing, he did an about face and tried to go back through the door that was no longer there. Several of the boys in the room laughed in anticipation of what would happen next. One other boy had tried the same tactic. Goyle, one of Draco’s sidekicks, was next through the door. While Draco was trying to find a way out, Goyle came charging in and suddenly the two naked boys found themselves practically hugging each other.

Everyone in the room broke into gales of laughter as the two extricated themselves from the embrace, only to be knocked down as Crabbe came in right behind Goyle. Suddenly there was a pile of three naked 16-year-old boys on the floor. “Whoo hoo,” yelled one of the Ravenclaw boys in the room, “Looks like Slytherin is a house of queers.”

“Shut up,” said Draco nastily as he scrambled away from the other two. They managed to stand and clear the door before anyone else came through and fell over them. “Potter, is this your doing”? he demanded.

“No, it’s not his doing,” said a calm voice behind them. The boys turned to see Professor Clinton. He, too, was naked. “Come away from the door and sit down,” he told them. “I’ll explain all about the Art of Dirty Tricks as soon as class starts.”

The boys all found seats, but not before noticing that Goyle and Crabbe both had hard ons. “I’m telling you,” insisted the Ravenclaw boy, “the Slytherins are a bunch of fags. Just look at that. They got hard ons from jumping on Draco.” Again the boys burst into laughter. Draco made sure he sat as far away from his usual cronies as possible.

The room finally filled with 30 boys, all completely nude. Goyle and Crabbe were embarrassed that their cocks remained erect. Besides them, Neville Longbottom and four other boys, two each from the other houses, had hard cocks. “Welcome to Dirty Tricks,” said Professor Clinton. He was a handsome, silver haired wizard with a smooth voice. Harry thought he sounded American, with a Southern accent. “Now that every one is here, I want you all to stand up.”

The boys stood, embarrassed by their nudity, but unwilling to disobey their professor. Clinton singled out the seven hard cocks and said, “Ten points to Gryffindor for the fewest hard ons. Now, the seven of you will not attend this class. You will instead, attend a class at 4 pm in the afternoon. You may consider this hour to be free time, but you must be back at 4 pm for the special Art of Dirty Tricks class for gays.”

“What?” demanded Crabbe. “Who are you calling queer?”

“Well, my dear boy,” said Clinton. “Actually, you are calling yourself queer. You see, this classroom is enchanted. Anyone who has a hard on right now is gay. Sorry, my dear boy, there’s just no denying it. Magic doesn’t lie. Leave now.”

The seven outcast boys walked toward where the door was. This time, the door appeared as they approached. “Never fear,” said Clinton. “Your clothes will appear as you step through. Be back at 4 pm.”

Even as the seven left, four more boys found they had hard cocks. “Never mind those,” said Clinton. He, too, had a hard one at the moment. “Have a seat. Now that they’re gone, that just means you’re bi-sexual. We’ll cover that in a later lesson.” With a wave of his wand, he said, “Cold shower,” and the hard cocks shrank to their normal size.

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On the other side of campus, the girls were getting a similar experience. The bevy of 16-year-old girls stood nude as Professor Chambers urged them into the classroom. “Good morning, girls,” she said, trying to ease their nervousness. “Don’t be alarmed. This class is kept secret for a very good reason. The Ministry of Magic believes that you should know all about the spells that go along with sex. They call this class the Art of Dirty Tricks, though I prefer Naughty Girl Fun. They wait until you are 16 before they let you know these kinds of secrets, so you shouldn’t be surprised that you didn’t hear about this class before. You’ll also be wise not to try to speak about the class to younger witches and wizards.

“Please come and find a seat, but don’t sit down yet,” she said. “Again, let me say, good morning. I am Professor Marilyn Chambers. Come in, come in,” she said cheerily. The girls each found a chair, but stood beside it as instructed. There were 6 girls scratching their pussy uncontrollably. Parvati and her twin sister were among the six. Professor Chambers surveyed them with her keen eye and said, “You girls…” she pointed at each of the six. “You will leave the classroom and come back at 4 pm. We have a special class for lesbians.”

The six girls all blushed, but quickly left the room. With just 24 girls left in the room, Hermione suddenly felt an incredible urge to scratch her own pussy. She was shocked, but she couldn’t help herself as her fingers dug between her pussy lips, trying to ease the itch. “As I thought,” said again taking in the scene of the scratching girls. “Witches,” she said, shaking her head. “Every one of you.”

Indeed, as Hermione looked around the room, every girl was scratching. She felt some relief and stopped finally, when Professor Chambers waved her wand and said, “Cunnilingus.”

“What does that mean, Professor Chambers?” queried Hermione. She was used to knowing what was going on almost before the teacher asked. “Why were we scratching?”

“Never mind, dear,” said Chambers. “We’ll cover that later. Just rest assured that it will make the class a whole lot more fun for everyone.”

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“Watch closely, boys,” said Professor Clinton, brandishing his wand. “These are two of the easiest of the dirty tricks, yet they can be the most satisfying for that special witch in your life.” He stepped to where every eye in the class could see him, or more correctly, see his cock. “Lancelot Magnifico,” he said with a flourish of his wand. A bright light engulfed his cock and suddenly it was hard, pointing a mere 4-inches into the air.

“Not much magnificent about that,” laughed Ron quietly. At 16, his hard cock was larger than that and he didn’t need magic to get there.

“Jonsium Holmsimus,” said Clinton as he waved his wand a second time.

The boys watched in wonder as Clinton’s cock grew to two times its length and girth. Now 8-inches long and thick, it looked like a man’s cock ought to look like.

“Again,” said Clinton. He smiled, “Actually as many times as you dare, Jonsium Holmsimus.” Before the astonished boys’ eyes, it doubled again, growing to a massive 16-inches.

“Wow,” said Harry. He picked up his wand. “Lancelot Magnifico,” he said and was instantly rewarded as his cock grew to its full 6-inches.

“Cool,” said Ron. He waved his wand, “Lancelot Magnifique,” he said. His pubic hair, already a fiery red, burst into flame. “Aaaaahhhh,” he screamed, beating out the flames with his hands.

Though no one else burst into flames, Harry was the only one to get it right on his first try. Eventually, everyone got it correct. “Jonsium Holmsimus,” he said, watching his cock grow to a huge 12-inches. Wow, he thought, won’t Cho be impressed with that. It looked just fine to him, so he didn’t try it again. What would he do with a 2 foot long dick anyway?

Harry looked over at Malfoy to see that the Slytherin wizard was still just sporting a 6-inch cock. He thought Draco had been unsuccessful until the boy next to him said, “Well done, Draco.” Harry could hardly hold back the laughter at the thought that a 6-inch cock was double Draco’s normal size. Draco performed the charm again and stared proudly at his 12-inch cock. To Harry’s astonishment, Draco waved his wand a third time, “Jonsium Holmsimus,” said Draco. The boy’s cock suddenly stood up 2 feet high. Draco’s eyes rolled back and he keeled over.

Clinton laughed as Draco collapsed. “You can all see the problem with getting greedy. When all the blood goes to your cock, there’s not enough blood for the brain.” He waved his wand again and said, “Cold shower.” Draco’s cock shrunk quickly to its normal, soft length of just a couple of inches. The boy shook his head and rose groggily to his feet.

“Cold shower,” said Harry, returning his cock to its normal size.

Clinton passed out textbooks for the class. “Remember boys, these enchanted books cannot be seen by anyone under 16 and they cannot be seen by females. You’ll only look silly if you try to show them to someone who’s not allowed to see them.”

Harry flipped through his book, noticing that there were hand scrawled notes in the margins. Inside the front cover was written, “These special spells have put a smile on my face every day this year.” It was signed, “The Hard Prince.”

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In the girls’ classroom, Professor Chambers said, “Ladies, oops, I do mean naughty girls.” She laughed. “Being a lady is no fun at all. This class is all about making that special wizard happy. You’ll find that there are some very easy ways to make him happy. Try this one for example.” She waved her wand, “Lindium Lovelace.”

The girls watched in amazement as Chambers then took her foot long wand and put it point first in her mouth. She pushed the wand deep in her throat until only the last inch was clutched between her thumb and forefinger. Then, she extricated the wand and waved it with a flourish. “No gag reflex,” she said. “Now you try it, girls.”

“But why?” asked Hermione. The very intelligent witch was a tad naïve in the sexual world. She couldn’t imagine what anyone would want to do that.

Around her the other girls giggled. “Just try it, Miss Granger,” said Chambers. “I’ll demonstrate its uses later.”

Excellent at magic, Hermione waved her wand and said, “Lindium Lovelace.” She slid her wand down her throat and pulled it back out.

The 16-year-old girl watched as Cho tried the spell for the first time. “Lindia Loverlace,” said Cho. But, instead of the desired reaction, Cho suddenly opened her mouth and her tongue spilled out. In all, 6-inches of forked tongue came out of the pretty Oriental girl’s mouth. Hermione quickly noted in her book just what Cho had said, making the notation, “The path to satisfaction.”

“No, no,” said Hermione, wanting to be helpful. “It’s Lindium and there is no ‘r’ in Lovelace.”

Cho blushed and fixed her tongue with a quick spell, then tried again. This time she was able to swallow her wand.

“That’s good,” said Hermione. “Now what’s this make you think about?” She tried Cho’s spell and flicked out her extra long tongue.

“You look like you belong in the 4 pm class,” said Cho.

Hermione blushed crimson. She wasn’t a lesbian. She did like boys. Why did she get a tingle from the sight of Cho’s tongue looking like that? And why had she done it back to Cho?

The class came to an end and the girls collected up their textbooks and left. Hermione was wondering what the boys’ class was like. Cho was wondering why she had a tingle between her legs from Hermione’s ridiculous prank.