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HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE [ part 4 ] Trying to get to the bottom of his nightmares, Draco raised his hand in the Art of Dirty Tricks next Monday morning. “Professor, is there such a spell as Boy Toy?” “Why of course, Draco,” said Clinton. “Quite astute of you,” he added, trying to figure out where the boy would have learned that one. He shouldn’t have remembered it from the test day when he’d been the subject. He wanted to distract Draco from remembering that he’d had it performed on him several times. “It is the male equivalent of the Lolitium spell.” He waved his wand, pointed it at himself and said, “Boy Toy.” The amazed students all watched as Clinton turned into an 11 or 12-year-old boy. His height diminished, his appearance was youthful with dark hair, and his cock was a tiny pre-pubescent cock. “Very effective as a dirty trick,” he added, his voice a soprano. “It has a couple of uses,” he continued. “One, as you might guess, is to turn an opponent into a child. Though it only lasts for a few hours, if you are competing for the charms of a lovely witch, your opponent is out of the way for that length of time.” The professor put a question to the class, “Who can tell me the other possible use for this spell?” Ron raised his hand. “It’s a clever disguise.” “Yes, I suppose it is,” said Clinton. “That’s more of a secondary use. I was thinking more of a dirty trick or sexual use of the spell.” Harry was thinking that the young Clinton looked just like a boy he’d seen in Ravenclaw robes not too long ago. And he was thinking it wasn’t all that clever of a disguise. He raised his hand and said, “You could use it to get close to the younger girls, like the first or second years. I mean, if a boy our age approached one of the young girls, they’d be frightened. But looking like that you wouldn’t look suspicious.” Ron punched Harry, “Now you’re talking about picking up 12-year-olds?” “No, no, he’s right, Ron,” said Clinton. “The Lolitium charm works to make an older woman look like a little girl, but some men like to go for the young and innocent from the start. Using this charm you can get close to young girls and make out with the more precocious of them. Unfortunately, the Boy Toy charm takes you back before puberty, so you can’t do a damn thing with your cock.” After class, Harry stuck around to talk to Clinton. He had a suspicion that just wouldn’t go away. “Professor Clinton?” he said to get the man’s attention. “Yes, Harry,” he beamed at his favorite pupil. “Did I see you talking to one of the Ravenclaw first years last week?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Clinton. “You had performed the Boy Toy spell and were talking to her, weren’t you?” “I did not have sex with that girl,” sputtered Clinton defensively. “I didn’t say that you did, sir,” countered Harry. “I only said I saw you talking to her.” “Well, so you did, Harry,” said Clinton eyeing the boy carefully. He wondered if Harry Potter was trying to blackmail him. “What do you want from me?” he asked. “Just information, Professor,” said Harry. “I had another idea about the Boy Toy spell. What about combining it with the Nymphomanium spell?” “Just what are you getting at, Harry?” said Clinton. “I said I didn’t have sex with that girl.” Then he realized that again no accusation had been made and he was only sounding as guilty as he really was. “Where did you learn that spell, Harry?” he asked, trying to return to the role of teacher. “From a book, Professor,” said Harry. “And how do you imagine those two spells might work together?” “Well, if I understand it correctly, the Nymphomanium requires you to kiss the girl first. Once she kisses you then you can turn her into a… ummm,” he tried to recall the words that had been penciled into the margin of the Hard Prince’s book, “… a wild, sex hungry bimbo with a taste for cum.” “Yes, yes,” said Clinton. He could tell the boy knew what he’d been doing. He wondered if Harry had read his mind or seen him later with the girl. But Harry hadn’t seen Clinton put the rest of his plan into action; he’d just surmised this on his own. “Well, then you start with the Boy Toy spell to make yourself look young. You get a girl to kiss you. I mean, no first year would kiss a professor or even a sixth year student. But some of them might kiss another boy their own age. Like you said, under the Boy Toy spell, you can’t do anything more than make out. But, after you change back, suppose you went back to the girl and used Nymphomanium?” “I suppose that would work,” said Clinton, trying to sound noncommittal. “You uh, haven’t seen anyone, uh, using that particular technique, have you, Harry?” “No, sir,” said Harry. “Even if I did, I’m sure I wouldn’t say anything about it. I wouldn’t want to embarrass anyone.” “Well here, take some of this, Harry,” he handed a small vial of a light tan paste to the boy. “What is it?” asked Harry. He liked that Clinton shared his magic with him. “Old muggle trick,” said Clinton. “It’s called makeup. Put a dab on your forehead if you’re going to try to score with a little girl. That scar of yours is a dead giveaway.” Harry blushed scarlet as he took the tube from Clinton. He hadn’t wanted to seem so obvious, but Clinton had clearly seen his interest. Then he thought to himself. Clinton didn’t blush even though he knows I caught him. Have to think like an American Professor. No shame for your ‘little’ indiscretions. ********** Wednesday, Professor Chambers asked her class, “Girls, how many of you don’t like that unsightly hair around your pussy?” Most of the girls raised their hands. “Well, interestingly enough,” continued Chambers. “Most of the boys don’t like it on you either. Who can name some ways to get rid of pussy hair?” The girls all threw out their ideas, including shaving, waxing, and cream. They were all messy and time consuming. “Today, we’re going to learn the quick and easy way to get rid of your pussy hair. Put your wands away, this is one of the very few spells that doesn’t require a wand.” She paused as the girls slipped their wands into their pockets. “Miss Chang, please come forward, I’ll need a volunteer for this. You see, it’s also something you cannot perform on yourself. Though, I might add, it works equally well on wizards as it does on witches.” Cho went to the front of the class. Chambers stood with her back to the class and got Cho to face the class. The Oriental girl had shaved her pussy so there was a thin strip of hair down the center. “You must use your hands like this,” said Chambers, she rotated her right hand counter clockwise, stopped, and then rotated her left hand clockwise. “As you do, you say the spell.” Again she rotated her right hand counter clockwise and said, “Wax on.” A full bushy triangle of dark hair appeared on Cho’s pussy. Then Chambers rotated her left hand clockwise, “Wax off.” “Yeeoowww,” screamed Cho. But her pussy was clean as the day she was born. “Wax on,” said Chambers, rotating her hand. “Wax off.” “Yeeoowww,” screamed Cho again. “As you’ll notice, it does feel to Miss Chang as if she is getting her hair waxed. It is quick and easy, but I didn’t say painless.” She made to demonstrate it again. “Wax on.” “Don’t you…” yelled Cho. “Wax off.” “Yeeoww,” screamed Cho. She rotated her hand at Chamber’s hairy pussy. “Wax off.” “Owwww,” said Chambers. “Wax on. Wax off.” “Yeeoww,” said Cho. “Wax on. Wax off.” “Wax on. Wax off.” “Wax on. Wax off.” “Wax on. Wax off.” “Oooh,” said Hermione. “Catfight. Catfight.” The girls stood and surrounded the professor and student as the fur flew, literally. Abruptly, Professor Chambers got herself back under control. She stopped performing the spell on Cho and suffered through a few more hair pulling spells by Cho, who just wanted to get even. After Cho was done, Chambers was breathless. “OK, everyone sit back down,” she gasped. “Miss Chang has demonstrated her proficiency at the spell. Ten points for Ravenclaw. Now I want each of you to practice. Pick a partner and get to it.” ********** The next Friday, Harry wanted to try another experiment. He was saving the scarce rohypnol bones that Professor Clinton had shared with him even though he had quite a full bottle and a pinch was hardly any at all. Still, now that he had let his cock get a taste of pussy, he’d noticed that Ginny Weasley was always around him. When he thought about it, it was clear that the younger girl had a crush on him. He wondered just how far that crush went. The freckle faced red head did indeed have a crush on Harry. That and her trust of the boy was what had her standing alone outside the Room of Requirement with him. They looked in the door and Harry saw a tiny little bedroom. “Oh, Harry, it’s perfect,” said Ginny as she stepped into the room. “How did you do it?” Harry wasn’t sure what he’d done at first, but then he recognized Ginny’s bedroom at the Weasley’s house. It had cute little stuffed animals at the head of the bed and a tattered hand-me-down quilt at its foot. The memories flashed through his mind as he realized he had first seen her there as an 11-year-old girl. Even though he was only 12 at the time, he’d thought she was cute. The room was cramped with just the two of them in it. They could either sit on the bed side by side, or both stand facing as they were now. Pressed together in the tight space, Ginny was suddenly aware that she was alone with and close to her crush. She looked nervously up into Harry’s eyes and was surprised that for the first time ever, he was looking back at her as if he had the same feelings. The poor girl couldn’t tell love from lust, but she did know that Harry had more on his mind that just touring the school. “Harry?” she asked coyly. “What are we doing here?” “Umm, I wanted to be alone with you, Ginny,” said Harry. “I thought maybe… you’d like that, too.” “It’s nice, Harry,” said Ginny. There was a little space behind her, but rather than back up, she leaned into the boy, “Ooo, it’s a little tight in here.” “Yes, you are, I mean, it is,” said Harry. He put his hands on her hips, steadying her. His mind was racing. He had spells ready at hand, but it didn’t look like he would need any of them to get started. He leaned down and kissed the girl on the lips. She responded eagerly, kissing him the way she’d dreamed of kissing him for many years now. His tongue was in her mouth and she sucked on it, and then pushed her tongue into his. “Oh, yeah, Harry,” she murmured. “That was nice.” She sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside her. Harry sat and they kissed for a few more minutes. Knowing what he wanted, Harry decided to take it slow. He caressed her cheek softly and kissed her again. Then he laid her back on the bed, kissing her and caressing her bare arms. When he thought she was ready, Harry put his hand on her small breast. “Harry, no,” said Ginny. That was a little fast for her. She had a crush on him, but she wasn’t going to go any further than necking tonight. She took his hand from her tit and put it back on her arm. Harry wasn’t about to be denied. He clutched his wand and whispered, “Nymphomanium.” The spell he’d memorized from the Hard Prince’s book was said to work only after the girl had kissed him. He’d at least gotten that far. Now he paused to see what effect it would have on the hapless girl. “Well, OK, if you insist,” said Ginny with a giggle. She put his hand back on her breast. “Let me know if my blouse gets in the way.” Then she kissed him again. The passion behind this kiss left Harry wondering if his tonsils were still intact. They kissed for a couple more minutes with Ginny getting more and more excited with each passing moment. She was moaning in pleasure as Harry fondled her young tits through her blouse and bra. He swore he could feel her nipples even through the two layers of material. “Holy cow, Harry, I never thought it would be this good,” she sighed. Even as she spoke, she undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. “Is this OK?” she asked. What Harry didn’t realize was that the spell he’d used worked better on a more experience girl. For now he’d lit a fire inside the 15-year-old, but she didn’t know for sure what to do about it. “Yeah, Ginny,” said Harry enthusiastically. “It’s more than OK.” He helped her by undoing the rest of her buttons. She shrugged off the blouse to reveal her thin bra. It wasn’t filled out as nicely as Hermione’s had been the week before, but it was still nice. Harry fondled her tits through the bra, but she said, “That’s not right either, Harry.” Without further ado, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, letting her tits free to Harry’s eyes and hands. She had lovely little pink nipples that nearly matched her skin. Freckles adorned her small breasts. Yet, to Harry, there was something just not quite right. The room made him think of a younger Ginny. He took his wand in hand again and said, “Lolitium.” The girl under him shrank by a few inches in height. Her tits melted into her body, leaving her with just the tiny pink nipples. Ginny giggled at the change in her body. “Harry, I feel like a little girl again,” she said. “But you’re ever so much older than me now. Mmm, take me, big man.” Harry played with the little girl’s hard little nipples on her flat chest. He tongued them and then sucked on them until they stood up like bullets. The whole time Ginny cooed and moaned in pleasure at his every touch. He stood in the tiny room and removed his shirt, shoes, and pants. As he did, Ginny slid down her jeans and panties, lying naked on her bed. Her tender little pussy was hairless, the puffy pussy lips clearly visible to Harry’s lecherous gaze. He dropped his underwear to reveal his hard cock. After just performing the Lolitium spell on Ginny, he didn’t dare do the Jonsium Holmsimus on himself. She would be tight enough as it was. He moved the little girl so that she was lying on her back with her head on the pillows and her feet at the other end of the bed. “Restrainio,” he said as he waved his wand over her. Ropes slithered in from several directions. They wrapped themselves around the girl’s wrists, ankles, and knees. The ropes pulled her arms up high to the corners of the bed, and her ankles and knees wide. The 11-year-old was totally helpless, but she giggled with delight at her predicament. Harry was going to have his way with her and that seemed just fine to her. There were still a couple of matters to take care of. Since this was the Room of Requirements, Harry knew that everything he needed would be there. He opened the only drawer in the nightstand by the bed and smiled. From the drawer he pulled two clothespins. “What are those for?” asked Ginny innocently. “They are for you,” said Harry. “And they’re going right here.” He clipped one on her right nipple. “Eeeeee,” squealed Ginny as the clamp crushed her tender nipple. “Aaahhh, Harry, take it off, take it off.” With a sinister smile, he clipped the other one in place on her left nipple. “Aaaahhheee, puh-puh-leeease, take it o-o-offff,” she gasped. Instead, he pulled out a ball gag and shoved it into her cute little mouth. “Mummphf, ummphf,” said Ginny. Her eyes rolled in pain, but then they opened in shock as Harry pulled out a wooden paddle from the drawer. That had never been in her drawer at home. The girl’s thighs were spread wide open, making her soft inner thighs a perfect target. Harry smacked first one and then the other. “Mmmaaaa, umpphff,” moaned Ginny into the gag. The pain was incredible. Yet, she still wanted Harry. In fact, the longer he made her wait, the more she wanted him. He worked the paddle up and down her thighs until they were bright red. “Ummphf, uunnnnn,” moaned Ginny as he worked her over. Her body was on fire from the inside. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted him to touch her. She needed something that she’d never had before. But, he was taking his time about giving it to her. Her body relaxed as he set down the wooden paddle, but she tensed all over again when he reached into the drawer. This time he brought out a riding crop. “Gonna ride my little girl all night long,” said Harry. “First she’s gonna feel the sting of my whip.” “Ummm, mummphf,” said Ginny. She was ready for some cock. She didn’t want this anymore. Harry slapped the crop against the bottom of Ginny’s feet, sending pain shooting up her legs. He tapped lightly on her exposed and helpless tummy until she was screaming into the gag again. He worked all around her sensitive nipples. The thrill of watching the little girl scream and writhe in pain was incredible. Finally, he removed the gag from her mouth. “Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck,” panted Ginny. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck the little girl. Fuck me, please.” She was beside herself with lust and need. “Lindium Lovelace,” said Harry, using yet another spell he’d found in the margin of the Hard Prince’s book. It was a spell that the girls all learned right away, but not one the boys usually used. Then he pushed his cock into the tight sweet mouth of the little girl. She sucked greedily on it as if she’d been waiting all her life for this moment. It was all the way down her throat and she wished that somehow it could get even farther inside her. As Harry fucked Ginny’s mouth, he slapped the crop against her thighs, riding his little girl all the way. She grunted with each slap, her throat tightening even more. She was completely at Harry’s mercy, satisfying his every need. He pounded down her throat and shot his load. His cum flooded her mouth and she eagerly swallowed every drop. “More, more,” panted Ginny as Harry pulled away. “Lancelot Magnifico,” said Harry. His sated cock instantly leaped to life again. This time he slid his cock into the hairless pussy that was spread wide and waiting for him. This was what Ginny desperately needed. The cock sank to the hilt in her juicy little cunt and she squealed in pleasure. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept through her tiny body. Harry fucked her until he came again, milked dry by her incredibly tight pussy. When Harry pulled out, she begged him for more. “Restrainio,” he said again. The ropes untied themselves from the bed, but stayed on her wrists, ankles, and knees. He watched as the ropes tugged the helpless girl around, flipping her over until she was on her stomach. Then the ropes retied themselves to the bed, trapping the girl on her hands and knees. Harry knelt behind the tight little ass of the 11-year-old. “Lancelot Magnifico,” he said one more time. Then he put his cock to her sphincter and pushed against the tight ring guarding her ass. “Oh, fuck, yes, Harry,” moaned the girl as he penetrated her from behind. Using the riding crop to whip the flanks of his trusty mount, he rode the girl to yet another orgasm. She was screaming in pleasure the whole time, losing count of her own orgasms. When Ginny was begging for more, Harry had to use his wand to calm her down. “Cold shower,” he said as he waved it over her. For the first time in over an hour, Ginny felt the fire leave her body. “Oh, my God,” she said. “What have we done? What did you do to me, Harry?” Every inch of her body seemed to be on fire from the whipping. She could still remember the thrill of so many orgasms, but now her virgin cunt and ass were feeling the pain of their first stretching. She blushed at the memory of what she’d just done with Harry. Harry was prepared for the moment when the Nymphomanium spell was countered. He didn’t want her to remember what had happened and tell anyone. But first, he untied the girl and let her get dressed. She wanted to get away from Harry so bad that she was almost ready to run out of the room nude, but he made her get dressed. She had to look just as she had when they came in if he wanted the spell to work right. When she was fixed up just right, Harry waved his wand and said, “Love em and leave em, love em and leave em, love em and leave em.” He figured that three times would be necessary since each spell removed an hour of her memory. They had been there for quite a while. The notation in the Hard Prince’s book said, “Use this to make the wench forget the past hour of rough sex.” Ginny looked around the room. “Oh, Harry, it’s perfect. How did you do it?” Ginny found herself pressed up against Harry. Looking into his eyes, she thought he looked tired. She so badly wanted to kiss him, but he clearly wasn’t in the mood. “Do you want to go now?” she asked. “You look like you had a long day.” |