HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 3 ]

The next day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione met for breakfast as usual. Though Hermione had a strange look on her face, Harry could tell right away that she remembered nothing from the previous night. She greeted Ron and him just as gaily as usual. The only thing odd was that she walked a little slowly.

“Come on, Hermione,” said Ron, calling back to her for about the third time on the way down to breakfast. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” said Hermione for the third time. “I’m just a little sore in some strange places,” she added. Since there was no accusation in her voice, Harry was reassured that the rohypnol bones did work to make her forget what had happened.

By Monday, Hermione was her usual self, apparently no longer sore in those strange places. But when class started and she walked through the door into Dirty Tricks, she heard a snicker behind her. She turned to see Diane Hargood laughing and pointing at her bottom. Hermione walked quickly to a seat and sat down, but not before being noticed by Professor Chambers.

As class began, the professor said, “Miss Granger, will you please stand.” Hermione blushed, but stood as directed. “Turn around,” said the professor.

“Please, no,” said Hermione. She knew what the others would see.

“Now, Miss Granger,” said the professor sternly.

Reluctantly, the nude witch turned to face away from the class. They could all see the faint remnants of red stripes across her otherwise perfect, white ass. She heard the titters from the other girls.

“Care to explain those, Miss Granger,” said Chambers.

“I-I don’t know how they got there,” said Hermione.

“Were there any other symptoms associated with the red striping?” asked Chambers.

“Yes,” said Hermione as she turned toward the class. How did the professor know that there might be other symptoms? “The day they appeared, I was also sore in… some unusual places.”

“Where specifically, Miss Granger?”

“My pussy mostly,” said Hermione as she turned scarlet.

“Ah,” said Chambers as she approached the young girl. “In the pussy. Let’s see what happens here,” she waved her want. “Jesus, Joseph, and Mary.” Just as she said Mary, Chambers thrust her wand toward Hermione’s pussy. There was a distinct pop.

“Oooo,” said Hermione, her eyes widening in surprise.

“That, my dear, was the sound of your virginity being made intact again. If there is no pop, then you were a virgin when I did the spell. You, my dear, have been fucked and, I daresay, whipped soundly in the process.” She turned and faced the rest of the class while Hermione looked on in horror. “I don’t know about the rest of you,” said Chambers, “but Miss Granger has at least been the first to admit that she’s been fucked.” She turned back to the astonished girl. “Who was it, Miss Granger? Care to tell the class who the lucky wizard was?”

“I don’t know,” said Hermione. “I don’t remember.”

“That’s some powerful magic,” said Chambers. “You’d best be on your toes, all of you. Not likely to be a classmate. Possibly a seventh year. I hate to think that one of the faculty is responsible, but they would know how to pull off a spell like that. When it comes to the Art of Dirty Tricks, you can’t trust any man over the age of 16.”

While she had the girls’ attention, the performed the virgin spell on all of them. In the class of 24, six more of them popped. “Hmmm, it seems that Miss Granger may have been the first to admit it, but she wasn’t the first to lose her virginity.”

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It was Wednesday that Harry made another interesting discovery in his textbook. He’d found many interesting spells, but this time he found a picture. Like most magical pictures, this one had motion. It was tucked between pages 345 and 346. As his eyes fell on the picture, he first noticed the girl’s tits. They were teenage tits and he figured her to be around 16. But, he knew this was an old picture and the witch in the picture was probably old by now.

As he watched, she cupped her tits, blew a kiss to the viewer, and then turned around to show her ass. The picture repeated several times as Harry stared at it. The tits, the pussy, and the ass were all he saw as she danced round and round, over and over. Finally, his gaze fell to the bottom of the picture. The words were scrawled, “My Darling Lily.” Harry laughed as he read the words. My mom’s name was Lily, he thought.

Then he looked at the face of the girl for the first time. He was horrified to see that it was his mother from the days when she attended Hogwarts. He’d been ogling his own mother! His cock shrank suddenly as he realized what he’d been doing.

Then, he found himself watching her dance round and round again. He tucked the picture back between pages 345 and 346. She may be my mother, he thought, but it’s a pretty sexy picture, too. What a babe.

It wasn’t until later in the day that Harry realized that if his mom’s picture was in the book and the annotation said, “My Darling Lily,” that must mean that the Hard Prince was his dad. Wow, he thought, that’s so cool. My dad had all the best dirty tricks.

Draco had been having the same nightmare for several days. He’d be standing in the Art of Dirty Tricks classroom naked. But it wasn’t the same as the usual class. Instead, he was standing naked in the afternoon class. He was standing right in the very front and the seven queers were staring at him.

Professor Clinton asked the class about the three most popular dirty tricks. Even though he knew the answers, Draco was surprised when the answers given were different. And Clinton said they were all correct. Then the class was asked to demonstrate the spells. Draco squirmed uneasily in his sleep as Goyle approached him. “Boy Toy,” said Goyle, waving his wand. The dull witted Goyle had never been good at anything, but he knew these spells well. Draco felt himself shrinking in several dimensions. He was shorter, looking up at a towering Goyle. The class was laughing at him and pointing. He looked down at his cock and saw it was barely the length of the first joint of his little finger. His cock hadn’t been that small since he was 11. “Very good,” said Clinton. “Now the next one.”

Goyle brandished his wand with a flourish and said, “Lindium Lovelace.” The boys didn’t know that this particular spell worked equally well on girls and they didn’t care. To demonstrate that the spell had worked correctly, Goyle picked up a large dildo lying on the counter. Draco watched in horror as the cock was placed to his lips. He watched cross eyed as the cock disappeared down his throat, deeper than he thought humanly possible. Then he watched it come back out. Goyle laughed, “I’d like to get the stuck up pretty boy to do that for real.”

For the final spell, Draco felt Clinton’s hands on his shoulders. He was turned to face the wall and bent at the waist. “Gerbil, gerbil, gerbil,” said Goyle quickly. Draco felt as if something alive had just crawled up his ass. Looking back though, he saw that it was Goyle’s cock come to life, worming its way up his asshole.

Then Goyle went back to his seat and Draco was facing the class again. Neville Longbottom rose from his seat. Draco wanted to shout at that stinking Gryffindor to sit down and stay away from him. But, the hapless dreamer was subjected to the same three spells again. After Neville was done, Draco was humiliated five more times with the three spells.

Class ended early and all the boys left. Draco remained behind and felt himself bending forward again. Behind him he heard Clinton say, “Gerbil, gerbil, gerbil.” Abruptly Draco woke up in a cold sweat. The nightmare was over, but he knew it would return the next night and the next.