HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

A month into their sixth year, the boys were getting used to being naked in the Dirty Tricks classroom. It was no big deal either to be displaying a hard cock in front of the rest. In fact, done properly, it was a matter of which to be proud. But, today was time for a test. Professor Clinton rapped his wand sharply on the front desk. “Everyone, who can tell me what are the three most popular dirty tricks?”

Several of the boys raised their hands. “Harry,” he called out first. “Give me one of them.”

“Chesty Morganus,” said the sharp young wizard.

“Excellent, Ron, how about you,” he asked.

“Lolitium,” said the red head.

“Wonderful,” said Clinton. He looked around the room for another hand. “Draco?”

“Jonsium Holmsimus,” added Draco.

“Yes, yes, of course,” said Clinton. “I know that you all mastered that one on the first day of class. I daresay you’ve been using it on a regular basis in the privacy of your own bedroom,” he chuckled. “Let’s not concern ourselves with that one for now. Today we’re going to have a test of the other two.”

He opened a door to the back room and led out a lovely young woman who was nude. “Miss Wilkerson has generously offered to let us use her for the test today,” he said, introducing the 17-year-old seventh year from Ravenclaw. Harry had seen her around and thought her quite lovely. She was even better looking nude and he found the Lancelot Magnifico charm was unnecessary as he stared at her.

“Ironically,” said Clinton, “the two very popular spells that you are about to cast have the opposite effect. You see, it seems that men just aren’t satisfied with the normal woman. They either want bigger tits and a slutty look or they want a little, school girl look. Harry, since you answered first, please show me how well you can do the spells. Beware, the second will be particularly difficult because it is the opposite of the first.”

“Yes, Professor Clinton,” said Harry. He stepped to the front of the classroom, just feet away from the lovely and naked Janie Wilkerson. “Chesty Morganus,” he said. A light leaped from his wand and struck the waiting girl in the chest. Instantly, her tits grew from the modest C cup to a double E cup. She seemed in a daze, hardly noticing that her tits were much larger.

Harry took a moment to admire the huge tits before performing the next spell. Behind him he heard calls of appreciation. “Lolitium,” he said and again light leaped from his wand to the girl. Her chest shrank and her pubic hair fell out. She shrank by about a foot and a half in height while her hips narrowed. Harry found himself starting at a girl who looked more like 12-years-old than 17. Again he noted she was seemingly unaware of the change.

One by one the boys performed the spells. With class over early, the boys were dismissed. Harry stuck around after the others had gone. “Professor Clinton,” he asked. “Why doesn’t she seem to notice what’s happening?”

“Heh, heh,” Clinton chuckled. “You caught me, Harry,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “She’s not really a volunteer. I just put a spell on her so she’d cooperate with class.”

“It’s not the Imperius curse, is it?” asked the boy.

“Heavens no,” said Clinton. “That’s one of the unforgivable curses. Well, I did it to an intern once, but … oh, forget it. I won’t ever do that again. No, there are other ways of gaining a girl’s cooperation. This is unfortunately, one of the more boring ones. The best ways are to gain her cooperation while leaving her with some life in her. This one is simple. Good girl,” he waved his wand.

Janie took a sudden deep breath as if coming up from underwater. She clasped at her tits, covered her pussy, and looked around in confusion. “What I am doing here?” She was aghast that two naked men were staring at her in the nude.

“Mindless slut,” said Clinton. Janie fell back into her trance and her hands fell back to her side.

“Cool, but what about rohypnol bones?” asked Harry. It was something he’d seen in the margin of his book, a note written by the Hard Prince.

“Oh ho,” said Clinton. “Those are pretty hard to get a hold of, but very effective. Gives the wench a sexual high, makes her open to suggestion, and then the next day she forgets everything that happened. No, couldn’t use that on sweet little Miss Wilkerson here. She wouldn’t have stood still for the whole test. Likely she’d have jumped you and the class would have ended on the spot.”

“She’d really forget everything?” asked Harry. That’s what his book had said, but he wasn’t too sure about that. It seemed pretty farfetched.

“Absolutely,” said Clinton. “Here, I’ll let you try it yourself.” He went to a cabinet and took out a bottle. “Oh, look at that,” he exclaimed. “I’ve got two bottles of ground rohypnol bones.” He handed the bottle to Harry. “Why don’t you keep the whole thing? I’ve got another. Just a pinch in some pumpkin juice, mind you. Don’t want to overdose the wench.”

“Thanks, Professor,” said Harry with a big smile.

“Now run along, Harry,” said Clinton. “Since class got out early, I’m going to run some tests on Miss Wilkerson.”

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That Friday, Harry offered a cup of pumpkin juice to Hermione. “Thank you, Harry,” said the pretty brunette. She smiled as she took the drink and downed it quickly. “That was very nice of you, Harry,” she added.

“Thought you might need it,” said Harry. “I’ve got something to show you.”

“What is it, Harry?” asked Hermione.

Harry cast his eyes about, looking secretive, and then placed his finger to his lips. “Not here, follow me.” He led the girl up a couple of flights of stairs. She followed, urged on by the sense of secrecy. Harry always seemed to be in on something.

“Mmmm, Harry,” purred Hermione. “I’m feeling pretty nice righ’ ‘bout now.” She stood with her hands on her hips and her legs spread. “Tingly, all over, but ‘specially here,” she pointed at her stomach.

“That’s good, Hermione,” said Harry, an evil smile coming across his face. “It’s going to get even better.” He led her down a hall, then up another flight of stairs.

They were headed down the final hall, when Hermione said, “Harry, I think you’ve pulled a naughty trick on me.” She stood wavering in the hall. Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he realized he’d been caught. But, she added, “And I think I like it.”

“Come on, Hermione,” he said urgently. Pulling her by the hand, he led her to the Room of Requirement. The door opened as he approached and the two 16-year-olds stepped into the room. Harry didn’t know exactly what would be waiting for him in the room. He just knew the Room of Requirement would provide whatever he needed.

“Oooo,” said Hermione, as she appraised the room. “A dungeon.”

“Wow,” said Harry as he looked around the room, too. “We have to try this one,” he led her over to the stocks.

“Oh, Harry, that would just make me soooo helpless,” said Hermione. She giggled, and then put a hand over her mouth to quiet herself. “You want me to put a hand here? And the other hand here?” She stood with her wrists in place for a second before she leaned forward and put her head in place as well. “And you want my neck here?”

“Yeah, Hermione,” said Harry. “That’s the idea.” He lowered the top half of the stocks to trap the girl in position. Then he locked it. Just for assurance, he fished her wand from her pocket and put it aside. He didn’t want her casting any spells while she was his prisoner.

“Harry, help me, Harry,” called out Hermione playfully. “I’m stuck. Why… anybody could do anything to me.” The innocent young girl didn’t know just what Harry had in mind. She was wondering just what would make that strange tingle grow.

Harry circled behind the trapped girl. Being a Friday evening, they weren’t in their school robes. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater. “Zippety doo dah,” said Harry. The zipper on Hermione’s jeans slid down and the button at her waist worked its way free of the button hole. His wand went lower and lower and as it did, her jeans slid down her long, lovely legs.

“Where did you learn that spell, Harry?” asked Hermione, ever the eager student.

It was one from the Hard Prince’s book, so Harry just smiled and said nothing. He didn’t want to give away any of his secrets. “If you liked that one, watch this,” he said. He was behind the girl, staring at her tight ass. Her panties were very modest, covering her entire ass. He pointed his wand at his target and said, “Thong.” There was a second softer sound as both his wand and cock went “Boing.” Before his eyes, the fabric melted away until just a tiny thong went from her waist, into the crack of her sweet ass and disappeared between her legs. The round cheeks of her ass were clearly visible. In front, the tiny panties now barely covered her pussy.

“Harry!” exclaimed Hermione. “I’ve got almost nothing on. I hope you have your eyes closed.” She squealed in surprise as his hands touched her ass. “Get your hands away from there.” She felt the tingle building, but Harry was a friend and she wasn’t sure she wanted him touching her like that.

Harry disregarded her protests and caressed her firm ass for several seconds. Then, he raised his wand for the next step. “Animatus,” he said, pointing the wand at a stray thread of yarn dangling from Hermione’s sweater. The thread took on a life of its own, flying across the room. As it did, the girl’s sweater unraveled, inch by inch.

“Harry,” said Hermione. “I don’t like this. What’s going on?” She could see the yarn zipping around the room and felt cooler as the sweater unraveled from bottom to top.

“Your sweater seems to be rebelling, Hermione,” said the young wizard. “It’s going everywhere.” His eyes were on her white shirt as it was slowly exposed. She filled it out nicely. He didn’t plan on using any spells to change her body tonight. Maybe another time he’d see what she looked like with bigger tits. It wasn’t long before her sweater lay in a heap of yarn in front of her, the life finally gone from it. That left Hermione still in a shirt and thong panties. Harry wanted to see more.

He used the same spell again. “Animatus,” he said, pointing his wand at the buttons of her shirt. The buttons came free and danced crazily in front of the helpless girl. Horrified, she recognized the buttons as those from her shirt.

“Harry! Stop this,” she insisted. She was still fighting the growing urge to let him keep going. She’d never shown this much skin to anyone and her prudish nature was still in charge.

Harry wasn’t about to stop now. “Expelliarmus,” he said, pointing his wand at her shirt. The garment flew across the room and landed in the corner.

Frantically, Hermione pulled at the stocks, trying to free her hands. She was now wearing just her bra and the thong panties. “Let me go, Harry,” she insisted. “Give me back my clothes and let me go. When I get out of here, you’re going to get it.”

Harry was sure hoping that she’d forget this in the morning. For now, he was determined to continue. “Victorismo Secretus,” he said, pointing his wand at the girl’s bra. Like Hermione’s panties had done before, the bra shrank until it was a bare ribbon of cloth across her back and half cups on the front. Her pert little nipples peeked out the top of the tight bra as her tits were squeezed up.

The girl squirmed as Harry first gazed at her growing nudity and then reached for her tits. For the first time in his life, he took hold of the bare tits of a girl and felt her up. His hands cupped her tits and pinched at her nipples. It was more fun than he’d imagined. Suddenly he was aware of the throbbing cock in his pants. Like it was possessed, it had taken on a life of its own. Now it was full length and fully erect, pressed between the cheeks of Hermione’s ass as he played with her tits.

“Harry,” said Hermione, her voice suddenly soft and husky. “You’re not gonna stop, are you?”

“Not a chance,” said Harry. The sight of Hermione’s body imprisoned and nearly naked was too much for him. She was going to be completely nude very soon. He didn’t need his wand anymore as his eyes fell on a knife laid out on a table near him. Picking up the knife, he sliced quickly through the straps of Hermione’s bra and let it fall to the ground.

“Oh, God,” said Hermione as she felt the last of her upper garments fall free. Her tits were now completely on display. It was the first time any boy had seen them. She was horrified at the thought, but felt the tingle grow. She felt a tug at her waist as Harry cut the waistband of her panties. Another tug and they fell away. The cool air on her ass and pussy told her that Harry could see everything. She felt the tingle move from her tummy to her pussy, a private place that only tingled when she touched it late at night. Now it was tingling just from Harry’s gaze.

The young witch knew that there was nothing she could do to prevent Harry from raping her. Yet, she wasn’t sure that she wanted Harry to stop. It felt so good to be helpless, naked, and … available. He could touch her anywhere. He was touching her anywhere and everywhere. His hands moved to her tits, to her pussy, to her ass, and down her slender, trembling legs. “Harry,” she called out. She couldn’t see him or even her own nudity.

“What, Hermione?” asked Harry, getting tired of her interruptions.

“Will you… will you… k-kiss me?” she asked.

Harry came around front and looked into Hermione’s eyes. She was frightened, but her eyes shown with lust. His hands had felt good on her body. She didn’t want him to stop, but she didn’t want him to be faceless either. He put his lips to hers and pushed his tongue between her lips. Their tongues battled for a few seconds in a passionate kiss. Then Harry disappeared behind her again.

A whip was the next thing that Harry decided to use. Hermione was helpless and he’d fuck her in due time. But, while he had her, he was going to make use of her. He cracked the whip across her pure white ass and listened to her scream in surprise and pain. His cock hardened even more. There was a red stripe across her ass now. He pulled back and snapped the whip across her ass again.

“Harry Potter!” screamed Hermione in shock and anger. “Stop that at once!”

“I can’t,” said Harry. “It’s just too much fun.” He remembered all the times she’d shown him up in class and now he had her right where he wanted her. Whipping her again and again, he watched her tight ass bounce up and down. She was jumping up and down in pain and her ass was so perfect as it wiggled for him. Even her tits bounced as she jumped. The cute mounds were still developing, but were full enough to have some bounce.

When he stopped whipping her, she stopped jumping. That wouldn’t do. “Jump some more, Hermione,” said Harry, watching her from the side. When she obliged him, he thrilled at the sight of her young tits bouncing. Her body was beautiful.

“Please, fuck me, Harry,” she begged. The tingle between her legs was now in charge. She wanted what the boy had to give her. By the time he was ready to give her what she begged for, Hermione had several red stripes across her ass and she was sobbing. He quickly stripped off his own clothes and put his cock between Hermione’s thighs from behind. He slipped between her wet pussy lips and into her cunt.

The relief from pain and the promise of pleasure sent a ripple through Hermione’s body. “Yes, Harry,” she cooed. “That’s the spot.” The spanking, her nudity, and the anticipation had built her lust. “Shove it in. Do it all the way.” She felt her hymen tear, but it was nothing. She wanted a cock inside her. She needed a cock inside her. It filled her wonderfully. Her body rocked in orgasm and she fought to shove her hips backwards and sink that cock deeper.

Harry was just getting started as Hermione had her first orgasm. He shoved his cock deep, banging his hips against her tight little ass. His hands grabbed her tits, squeezing and fondling them as he pounded into her. Her whole body belonged to him and he enjoyed every helpless inch of it. Over and over he sank his cock to the hilt until his own orgasm filled him and he shot his load inside her virgin pussy.