HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE

BY KENNA

[ part 6 ]

The next day was a Saturday and Harry was horny again. He’d had more than a handful with the three Hufflepuffs, but he also knew that he was only getting sex on the weekends. He wanted to make the most of this one. He had set aside Friday as his try something new day, so he went back to an old standard. He went and fetched a glass of pumpkin juice and then put a pinch of rohypnol bones in it. Checking his map, he saw that Hermione was near the dormitory. He started that way. Just a few twists and turns and he almost bowled right into Hermione. Wondering how she got there so fast, he offered her the pumpkin juice.

“Not right now, Harry,” said Hermione. “I’m going somewhere.”

“Well, all the better to have a drink now,” said Harry. “You know, if you’re going to be out for a while.”

“All right,” said the witch, giving in to Harry’s persistence. She quickly downed the juice. But, then she seemed bent on going to her destination.

“Just a moment,” said Harry. “I’ve got something terribly important to discuss,” he told her. “It will only take five minutes.” He was thinking that it would only take five minutes for the potion to take effect. He knew from experience now that she wouldn’t remember a thing from a few minutes before she drank the potion until it wore off again. She wouldn’t even remember meeting him in the hall, but it still took five minutes or so for her to become woozy and open to sexual suggestion.

“Harry,” said Hermione in exasperation. Then, she relented, “OK, five minutes.”

He led her back to the Room of Requirement. “I feel so odd, Harry,” said Hermione. “I feel just like a girl.”

“Yeah, I would hope so,” said Harry. “I hope you mean just like a naughty girl.”

“Well, yeah, that too,” said Hermione. “But…” Harry popped a ball gag in her mouth. She had interrupted him several times last time they’d been here. He wasn’t going to let it happen again. “Humpfh, mumpfer,” said Hermione as Harry led her over to the stocks. She wanted to fight him this time, but he managed to wrestle the slender girl into position and get the stocks locked down.

The young wizard felt a sense of urgency this time. He stripped Hermione quickly, noting her frilly bra and thong panties. The Permanente spell had turned every bra and every pair of panties that she owned into a sexy under garment. Anything she borrowed and put on turned into a tiny bra or thong panties. And she still didn’t know who had done it.

Harry fucked her from behind like last time. She fought against the stocks, struggling and squirming more vigorously than last time. Harry had to wonder if she was remembering part of the previous experience. Finished with her, Harry turned her loose in the hallway where he’d found her. It had been too quick and not very satisfying, but it would last him through the week.

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Sunday morning, Harry woke up feeling refreshed. He bounced out of bed, “Hey Ron, time to get up, sleepyhead,” he shouted.

“Leave me alone,” said Ron. He often had a hard time waking up as easily as Harry. But then he groaned, “Oh, aaahhh, that hurts.” He sat up in bed. “Harry, I think we should call Madame Pomfrey,” he wailed and then fell back in bed.

“Ron, what’s wrong?” asked Harry as his friend groaned.

“On second thought, don’t call anybody. It just hurts. I’ll be fine. Don’t know what happened though.”

“What did you do last night, Ron?” asked Harry.

“I don’t remember,” said Ron. “Feels like I rode horses, or brooms, or maybe Hungarian Horntails all night long.”

Ron continued to complain, but they got up and went to breakfast, meeting Hermione on the way. She looked at Ron as he walked funny and shook her head. No way he could be feeling the same effects as she and Ginny had felt. “A little sore, Ron?” she asked out of concern.

“Yeah,” Harry answered for him. “He says he rode dragons all night long. I’m famished and it’s going to take him all day to get to breakfast.”

“Harry, you go on ahead,” said Hermione. “I’ll walk slowly with Ron. I don’t mind.”

So Harry went down to breakfast and Hermione pulled Ron up short. “Ronald Weasley, what did you do last night?”

“I don’t remember,” groaned Ron.

“What’s the last thing you do remember?” demanded Hermione.

“Doing something stupid,” said Ron.

“Riding a dragon?” asked Hermione.

“I said stupid, not suicidal,” replied Ron. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You have to, Ron, this might be very important.”

“Well, I… Promise you won’t be mad, Hermione,” said Ron.

“I promise, Ron.”

“Well, I knew you were going to be studying all night, so I made some poly juice potion and turned myself into you.”

“Ron!” exclaimed Hermione. “What on earth did you do that for?”

“I was going to sneak into the girls’ shower and watch for a while,” said Ron, hanging his head in shame.

Boys! thought Hermione. All those hormones and no brains at all. “And do you remember peeking at any girls in the shower?”

“No,” said Ron. “I remember being in the hall. That’s it. Never made it to the showers.”

“I wonder,” mused Hermione aloud. She took out her wand. “Jesus, Joseph, and Mary,” she pointed her wand at Ron’s crotch.

Pop went Ron. “Ooo,” said the boy. “That felt weird.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Hermione absently. “That’s just what Ginny said.” But how could that be possible on a boy? she wondered. Even if he’d been a girl last night, would the effects have lasted this long?

“What about Ginny?” asked Ron.

“Never mind,” said Hermione. “Something very weird is going on around here. We need to talk to Harry.” The two ambled down to breakfast.

They found Harry downing bacon and eggs. He had recovered from famished and was merely hungry now. After Hermione and Ron got some food, Hermione said, “Harry, we need to talk.” Her tone was conspiratorial and Harry wanted to know what the big secret was. “Somebody is attacking the girls in Gryffindor.”

“Attacking?” asked Ron.

“Actually, I think they’re being raped,” said Hermione.

“Raped,” wailed Ron. “You didn’t say anything about raped on the way here.”

“Well, that’s what’s happening,” insisted Hermione.

“What’s Ron’s problem?” asked Harry, not that raped girls wasn’t a problem, but he seemed to be overreacting.

“He took some poly juice last night and turned into me. I think somebody…”

She was cut off as Harry spewed pumpkin juice out his mouth and nose. Choking, Harry tried to recover. “That’s horrible,” he said. “Ghastly. Are you OK, Ron?”

“No, I’m not OK,” said the boy. “I was bad, then I was better, but now I’m worse.” He gritted his teeth and then said, “Neither one of you can say a word about this to anyone.” He looked crossly at them. “I mean, we need to find out who’s raped Hermione and Ginny, but no mention of me.”

“Who did it?” asked Harry.

“We don’t know,” said Hermione. “None of us can remember a thing.”

“That’s powerful magic,” said Harry.

“That’s what Professor Chambers said,” added Hermione.

“One of the professors knows that I’ve been raped?” wailed Ron.

“No, of course not,” said Hermione. “I’ve only just found out about it. How could anyone else know? She just knows that I have. Well, I guess she doesn’t even think of it that way. She thinks I’ve had a good time.”

Well, you did, thought Harry. It wasn’t exactly rape. It was more like… a fucking good time that you can’t remember a bit of. “That doesn’t sound like a good time to me,” said Harry, taking her side and patting her hand as he said it.

“No, and that’s not the worst of it. Well, maybe rape is the worst of it.”

“There’s worse?” wailed Ron.

“Harry, I need you to take a look at Ron’s… bottom. I was spanked and raped.”

“I was spanked?” wailed Ron. “I had a pretty girl’s bottom and it got spanked?”

“Oh,” smiled Hermione sweetly. “You think I’m pretty, Ron?”

“Well, yes, I guess so.”

“Then keep your poly juice to yourself, Ronald Weasley,” she snapped. “It’s my pretty bottom and I don’t want you parading it around the school.”

“Don’t worry, Hermione, I learned my lesson,” said Ron. “One time! One time I dress up like a girl and wham, bam, thank you ma’am, I’m used and abused.”

Harry was thinking about Hermione’s pretty little bottom. It looked even better with red stripes across it. But, he knew that he wouldn’t find stripes on Ron’s ass. He’d been in more of a hurry last night and hadn’t bothered to tan Hermione’s/Ron’s hide. He let out a sigh of relief at that thought. What if he had taken more time? What if the poly juice potion had worn off while he was raping whoever it was he raped yesterday? Yeech. It was already yeech. That would have been double yeech.

“Look on the bright side,” said Harry. “Poly juice is a difficult potion. You must have done it right if you fooled… whoever.” Damn, thought Harry. I know these two people better than anyone. He fooled even me.

“Yeah,” said Ron, finding it hard to see the bright side. “Great, I can turn myself into a rape victim.”

The three finished their breakfast and went back upstairs. Harry’s quick check of Ron’s less than pretty bottom was done just for Ron’s benefit. The talk had done some good for Harry, though. He knew that Hermione was too smart to mess with any longer. He had to find girls other than the Gryffindor girls.