Harry Comes to America

By Heatheranne- hthranne@aol.com

An erotic story for adults only (FF, MF, Voy, Orgy)

A parody of the Harry Potter stories. Harry finds that Quidditch gives him rock-star status with the ladies.  



Harry Potter opened the front door to number four, Privit Drive and stepped inside. For the first time that he could remember, Harry Potter actually felt happy in the home of his Aunt and Uncle. That was mainly because his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and their son, Dudley weren’t at home. His aunt and uncle had gone out to have dinner with Uncle Vernon’s employer. Right about now, Harry thought, his uncle was busy seeing how far he could stick his nose up his bosses ass. His cousin, the insufferable Dudley, had been out all day. No doubt he was somewhere busily tormenting some child much smaller and younger than he. So Harry had taken advantage of the situation to slip out for some ice cream. He had to be careful about such things. If the Dursleys found out that he had any spending money, they would no doubt steal it from him.

Harry fairly bounced up the stairs that led to his bedroom. Tomorrow, he would be picked up by Ron Weasley and Ron’s father. Harry was going to spend a week with the Weasleys before he, Ron and Ginny, Ron’s sister, headed back to Hogwarts. Harry was almost at his door when he heard a feminine squeal come from Dudley’s room.  Harry stopped to listen and then walked quietly to Dudley’s door. 

“You’ve torn my shirt,” the girlish voice said.

“I told you to take it off, you little prick-tease,” growled Dudley. 

“I want to go,” said the girl.

“Not until you suck me off,” said Dudley. There was the sound of a zipper being pulled and then the sounds of a struggle complete with more tearing cloth. 

Harry was frozen in place with surprise until he heard a sharp slap and the girl’s cry of pain. He tried to open Dudley’s door but it was locked. He didn’t hesitate further. Harry slammed his shoulder into the door and it popped opened with a loud crack of splintering wood.

Dudley, standing in the center of his room, looked at Harry in fright at first, but then his face became enraged. “Get out of here Potter,” he screamed. 

It took a lot to shock Harry. He had seen all sorts of horrible beasts and magical sights in his short life. But now he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape. Just inside Dudley’s room, one of the girls from the neighborhood was sitting on Dudley’s bed. Her name was Darlene, as best Harry could remember. She was looking angrily at Dudley and had her arms crossed beneath her bare breasts. The two fleshy globes set atop her forearms, nipples jutting ahead defiantly. When Harry managed to lower his gaze, he saw that she was wearing a pair of hip-hugging shorts and sneakers. 

“Damn you Potter, I told you to get out of my room,” roared Dudley. 

Harry jerked his eyes sideways. As a young boy, Dudley had been a whiney, lazy, pink blob of a boy. In his middle teens, Dudley had grown into some of his fat so that now, he was a whiney, lazy, obese bully.

Dudley had the torn remains of Darlene’s bra and top in one hand. He was wearing a shirt, but he was naked from the waist down. Harry couldn’t help but look at Dudley’s crotch. There, peeking out from between his bulging belly and fat laden thighs, was the little, pink head of Dudley’s penis. It was the first erect cock, other than his own, that Harry had ever seen. He came to the conclusion, that either he, Harry, was generously endowed, or that Dudley had practically nothing at all. 

Darlene slipped off the bed and ran out of the room. “Come back here, you cow,” said Dudley. He took a step as if to chase after her, but stopped when Harry turned to face him. “Go hide in your room Potter,” growled Dudley, “before I tell Mum and Dad about how you smashed my door for no reason.”

“You’ll tell them anyway,” said Harry calmly. He knew that he was already in deep trouble with his aunt and uncle. They would never believe him if he told them about the girl. They’d never take his word over their darling little Duddums. But he wasn’t about to let Dudley push him around.

Dudley stomped forward, throwing out an arm as if to push Harry aside. Harry didn’t wait for Dudley’s huge mass to mow him over. He stepped aside and grabbed Dudley’s blubbery arm. Using his own momentum against him, Harry propelled Dudley into the already damaged door frame. There was a satisfying crunch, and a wail of pain from Dudley. He staggered back and fell onto his fat ass, clutching his nose. Blood began to seep from both flattened nostrils.

“Stuff some tissue in your nose,” said Harry, sounding as if he hardly cared, “it’ll stop bleeding in a few minutes.” 

Harry succeeded in wedging Dudley’s door closed as he stepped out of the room. He was quite pleased with himself as he walked the few feet to his door and entered his bedroom. To his great surprise, Darlene was there. “I thought that you had gone home,” he stammered. She stood in the center of the room with one hand on her hip and the tip of a forefinger in her mouth. Her mascara limned eyes looked at him through heavy, blonde bangs.

She took the finger from between her lips and whisked the hair away from her face. Straightening up and thrusting her breasts outward, she smiled and said, “I couldn’t very well leave with my tits wobbling all over the place.”

Harry looked at the way her breasts stood out firm and proud from her chest. “I doubt that they would be wobbling very much,” said Harry. He had to stop himself from slapping his hand over his mouth. He couldn’t believe that he had said such a thing. He was usually tongue-tied around attractive girls. 

She smiled at his evident discomfort and said, “Maybe you could let me borrow a shirt?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” said Harry. He turned to his dresser and rummaged through one of the drawers. He pulled out a faded blue tee shirt that he had outgrown. “You can have this.” He bashfully held the shirt out at arms length until Darlene leaned forward and took it from his fingers. She held the shirt up to her chest as if she were checking its fit in a clothing store. She dropped the shirt into one hand, revealing her breasts once more, and smiled slyly at Harry. 

Harry stared at Darlene’s chest. It was the first time he had seen naked breasts outside of magazines or the rare glimpse on television. He was mesmerized by the sight of bare tit-flesh as she walked closer, so Harry didn’t look into her eyes until she put her arms on his shoulders. Suddenly, her face was coming closer, and then she was kissing him. 

It wasn’t the first time that Harry had felt lips on his, but it was the first time he had felt a tongue slip into his mouth. His dick was suddenly a throbbing, aching mass in his pants. Darlene’s lips writhed wetly on his mouth as Harry tentatively flipped the tip of his tongue against her twisting, fleshly member. His heart felt as if it were about to burst from his chest, and he was afraid that his face was about go up in flames. 

Harry put the tips of his fingers on Darlene’s bare waist. He began to return her kiss and was about to push his tongue into her mouth, when Darlene pulled back several steps. She pulled the tee-shirt on over her head, and shook her hair into place. She looked down at the front of Harry’s pants and a mocking little smile played on her lips. Harry felt his face grow even hotter, if that was possible. “Thank you for the shirt, Harry,” she purred. “You’re a much better kisser than Dudley.”

Harry watched as Darlene tugged her borrowed shirt tight against her breasts. She looked as if she were preparing to leave. It had clearly been her intension to arouse Harry just as she had Dudley, and then leave him hard and aching. For the first time in his life, Harry felt some sympathy for Dudley. This girl had probably teased and aroused the boy until Dudley had resorted to ripping off her clothes, and now she was doing the same thing to Harry. That was her prerogative of course, and she didn’t deserve to be raped because she exercised it, but it did tend to make her a prick-teasing bitch. Harry seethed with a mixture of anger and frustrated sexual passion as Darlene walked by with an unapologetic smirk on her face. 

Darlene was almost out of Harry’s bedroom when her footsteps slowed, and she came to a halt. She turned to Harry with a look of fear and amazement. “What are you doing to me?” she gasped as she slowly walked back toward Harry.

Harry shrugged and threw out his arms. “Nothing, how could I be doing anything?” But Harry thought that he knew exactly what was happening. He was in a highly emotional state, and subconsciously he was using his magic. It had all happened before; like the time he had unintentionally inflated his aunt like a balloon. Darlene went to her knees in front of Harry. She pulled down the zipper to his pants, and awkwardly pulled out his stiff cock. 

Harry winced as his erection scraped across his zipper. He nearly blew his wad when Darlene’s hand began to move hesitantly back and forth on his shaft. Her eyes grew big as saucers as her body leaned in the direction of Harry’s groin. “No,” she whined as her mouth opened. Her lips slipped around the head of his cock. 

Harry knew that this was all wrong. She didn’t want to be doing this, and he shouldn’t let her. But he couldn’t move; his legs were so weak they were shaking. Besides, the feeling in his cock was intoxicating. Harry had never imagined that anything could feel so incredible. No wonder the older guys at school made such a big deal out of fucking and sucking. Darlene’s tongue touched the sensitive underside of his penis and Harry exploded. He felt the viscous globs of cum rolling through his cock in a succession of creamy waves. To his surprise, Darlene was actually sucking at his dick like she was trying to draw a thick milkshake through a straw. She hungrily gulped down his cum. When the erotic tension finally drained from Harry’s body, Darlene was released from his thrall. She fell back and sprawled on the floor at Harry’s feet. With terrified eyes, Darlene scrambled out of Harry’s room on her hands and knees. 

Harry looked down at his slumping dick and said, “Well, I’m glad you’ve had your fun, because all hell’s about to let loose.” 

Later that evening, the Dursleys arrived back home and the house shook as Dudley ran down the stairs to tell on Harry. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley took turns screaming at Harry through his locked bedroom door while Harry calmly packed his things into his trunk. He thought it best not to wait until tomorrow to leave Privit Drive. When the Dursleys exhausted themselves and went to bed, Harry sneaked out of the house. It wasn’t easy, but he eventually got his trunk and the cage that carried his owl, Hedwig, to a dark part of the street. Harry stuck his wand into the inky darkness of the night, and a few minutes later he was rewarded by a visit from the magical Knight Bus. 

After its usual nerve wracking journey of near misses, bone cracking stops and breath taking accelerations, the bus left Harry at end of the drive to the Weasley residence. It was just after midnight, and Harry was afraid that all the Weasleys would be in bed. He thought that there was no point in dragging his trunk all the way up the drive that night, so Harry hid it some weeds, then he released Hedwig so that she could hunt for her dinner. 

Harry walked up the drive and was nearly at the Weasley’s house when he heard a soft, feminine giggle and a murmur of voices from a clump of nearby trees. Harry stepped onto the grass at the edge of the drive, and then quietly moved nearer the trees. He followed the voices until he saw a couple standing beneath a large oak in the moonlight. Harry stood motionless and unseen in the shadows, wondering what was going on. 

“Please, Ginny, I need you so badly,” said a young, masculine voice. 

“I can tell,” said a girl’s voice with a giggle, “you’re about to poke a hole in my tummy with your cock.”

Harry almost fell over in surprise. He didn’t recognize the boy’s voice, but the girl’s definitely belonged to Ginny Weasley. She was a year younger than Harry, and he wouldn’t have thought that she knew anything about cocks, but apparently he was wrong. The boy and Ginny began to kiss. Harry could hear hot, liquid sounds as their open lips squirmed against one another. He could see her hands caressing the back of his neck, and his hands roaming all over her body, including her breasts and ass.

“Let’s do it right here,” said the boy, breathlessly. “It’s warm and there’re plenty of dry leaves on the ground.”

 “I am not going to fuck you here in the dirt.” Ginny sounded exasperated.

Harry was shocked at her language, but good for you, he thought. He could remember when Ginny was so shy that she could hardly bear to be in the same room with him. That’s why her next words were even more shocking.

“But I can do something else,” she said in a low, surprisingly seductive voice. 

Harry had a clear view of Ginny as she unzipped the boy’s pants. She fumbled around a bit, but then she pulled out his thoroughly rigid cock. The thing stood erect as a pole from his pants. Harry was suddenly achingly hard. He wished it was his dick that Ginny was playing with. He watched as Ginny began to stroke the boy’s erection with an overhand grip. Her arm moved methodically. It seemed to Harry that she was entirely too practiced at this sort of thing. 

“Oh Ginny, that’s wonderful,” said the boy. The couple maneuvered their faces about until they could manage an awkward kiss while she continued to jerk him off.

Harry’s hand crept to the front of his pants. He gripped his dick and wondered if he couldn’t get off too. After all, it wasn’t as if the young couple was aware of anything other than themselves. But just then the boy said, “I’m cumming, Ginny, faster, do it faster.”

Harry saw Ginny’s arm pick up speed, but apparently she wasn’t fast enough. The boy brushed her hand out of the way and grabbed his cock. He began to beat his meat at a furious pace, and a second later Harry saw two squirts of cum fall to the ground through the moonlight. 

The boy put away his cock and gave Ginny a quick kiss. “That was wonderful, but you know there’s a lot more that we can do.”

“I know,” said Ginny, looking at the ground. She was suddenly back to her old, shy self.

“When we get back to school, maybe then?” said the boy in a questioning tone.

Back to school, thought Harry in surprise. Was he a Hogwarts student? And what was he talking about? It sounded like more than just sex. 

“I told you I’d think about it,” Ginny said.

“All right then, I better go,” the boy said with a sigh. “We can talk later.” He gave Ginny another peck on the cheek. Ginny murmured a good-bye, and then the boy stepped back onto the drive and strode away. In the full moonlight, Harry recognized the boy. It was Angus McKrewl. He was a seventh-year on the Slytherin quidditch team. At school, they said that he was a really great keeper, but that he didn’t get to play very often because he refused to suck up to Lucious Malfoy, Harry’s sworn enemy, and de facto leader of the Slytherin team.

Harry didn’t move for several minutes until he was sure that Angus was well and gone. Ginny had walked away in the direction of the Weasley’s house. Harry followed in her wake, although she was nowhere to be seen when he entered the house. The magic spells that protected the Weasley home knew Harry, so there was no alarm when he slipped inside and fell asleep on the sofa in the parlor. 

Harry was discovered by the Weasleys the next morning. Mrs. Weasley immediately insisted that Harry eat an enormous breakfast. “I know why Dumbledore is adamant that you stay with the Dursleys,” said Mrs. Weasley after Harry had explained – only in very general terms – why he had fled from his relatives, “but they are really such dreadful people.”

After breakfast, Harry and Ron retrieved Harry’s trunk from the end of the drive. Harry looked meaningfully at the copse of trees where Ginny and Angus had been making out the previous night, but he didn’t dare say anything to Ron about it. Ron would have gone ballistic and probably would have tried to kill the boy. They put Harry’s trunk in the bedroom of Fred and George, the Weasley twins. They were off on holiday. 

Hermione arrived at the Weasley’s house the next day. She moved in with Ginny, and then the two girls, plus Harry and Ron, spent the rest of the day catching up on all the latest gossip. 

The next day Ron was scheduled to go shopping for clothes with his mum and Harry. The boys decided to get in some quidditch practice beforehand. They got on their brooms and zoomed about above the Weasley’s garden. After Harry scored about ten imaginary goals, Ron cried out in frustration, “Just how in the hell do you keep getting by me?”

Harry came up beside Ron as they slowly flew above the garden. “Well,” said Harry, “I do have a better broom, but you could be making those turns more quickly.”

“How?” asked Ron. 

“Look,” Harry said loudly as he flew off, “you lean over and then flick the tail around as you accelerate. You have to trust the speed of the turn to bring you upright once more.” He demonstrated the turn by looping around Ron and then approached him from behind. 

“Lean, flick and accelerate,” said Ron as he put the words into action. 

Unfortunately, Harry wasn’t paying attention. The next thing he saw was the end of Ron’s broom as it smacked him between the eyes.

“Harry, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” said an anxious Ron as he hovered over Harry’s face. 

Harry looked up. He had managed to get near ground level before he’d rolled off his broom and collapsed onto the green grass of the garden. He took a quick inventory of his body parts. “I think so,” he said.

“You’re getting an awful bump on your forehead,” Ron said. “We better let Mum have a look straight away or she’ll be angry.”

A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley was tut-tuting over Harry’s injury. “Those brooms will be the death of one you boys yet,” she said as she leafed through a book of common remedy spells. Finding something appropriate, she waved her wand over Harry’s head as she murmured an incantation. “How’s that, dear?” she asked him.

Harry felt a cool sensation on his aching forehead and some of the pain went away. “Much better, thanks,” he said.

 Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips and studied Harry’s face. “I believe that you should stay here and rest,” she said firmly. “Ron and I won’t be long with our shopping.”

“Okay,” said Harry. He figured that watching Ron try on clothes wasn’t going to be much fun anyway. 

“Now go upstairs and have a lie down. Hermione and Ginny are here if you need any help,” said Mrs. Weasley. 

“Alright,” said Harry. He watched as Ron and his mother walked into the fireplace and disappeared into the flue network through a blaze of green flames. He trudged up the stairs and headed for his room. He was just passing Ginny’s room when he heard voices. 

“Not even with Harry or Ron?” Ginny was saying in a doubtful voice. 

“No, of course not, especially not them,” said Hermione defensively.

“Not even a kiss?” said Ginny.

“Well of course I’ve kissed other boys,” Hermione said, “just not that way.”

Harry’s ears perked up. He was suddenly distracted from the pain in his head. He crouched and looked through the ancient keyhole in the door. He could see part of Ginny’s room, but nothing of the two girls. Abruptly he remembered something that the Weasley twins had shown him once upon a time. He quickly and quietly went to the twin’s room where he was staying. 

The twins did a small business in novelty items and devices used for practical jokes. Harry opened their closet and slid aside a secret panel to reveal their stash of merchandise. They had to keep the stuff hidden from their mother. Harry prodded around the boxes until he found the one he wanted. Key-Opticizer, it said on the box. Harry opened it and pulled out a very strange looking pair of glasses. The lenses had been replaced by a soft plastic looking substance that bulged outward and then tapered down to a meter long tube. At the end of the tube was an eye in the shape of a keyhole. Harry hurried back to Ginny’s room, tip-toeing the last few steps. He fitted the end of the tube into the keyhole and put on the glasses. He had to wiggle the tube a bit to get the eye in place, but then Ginny’s room jumped into view. 

Ginny and Hermione were standing beside a wide bed, facing one another at arms length. “Don’t worry,” Ginny was saying, “it’s easy.” 

Ginny stepped forward and placed her fingertips on Hermione’s hips. On reflex, Hermione put her hands lightly on Ginny’s forearms. Ginny tilted her head and inched closer. Holy shit, she’s going to kiss her, thought Harry, and then she did. Ever so softly and hesitantly, Ginny’s lips met Hermione’s. They froze for an instant, and then Ginny began to move her head and lips in a proper kiss. This went on for several seconds then they parted.

“You’re never going to learn how to snoggle properly if you keep your lips locked down like that,” Ginny said. Hermione sighed, nodded and presented her face once more. They embraced and this time Hermione kissed back. Harry’s dick swelled in his pants and began to throb. He reached down and gave it a squeeze.

Ginny’s tongue licked at Hermione’s lips, and then slipped inside her mouth. Instantly Hermione followed suit. Now their tongues flashed back and forth as their lips twisted and turned against one another. Ginny slid her hands onto Hermione’s ass cheeks and pulled her closer. They kissed until both girls were flush and breathless. 

“That was amazing,” Hermione said when they came up for air.  

“I know,” said Ginny. Her hands came away from Hermione’s ass, but the girls didn’t separate. Ginny reached up and cupped Hermione’s breasts. Hermione bit her lower lip and watched Ginny’s hands as they caressed and stroked her tits. She tentatively traced the outline of Ginny’s breasts with her fingertips.  

Ginny kissed her once more. She grasped the hem of Hermione’s tight t-shirt and pulled it over the girl’s head, revealing the rounded cups of her flesh-colored bra. Ginny kissed the flesh above the softly bulging cups and rubbed her thumbs over Hermione’s nipples. The girls looked into one another’s eyes as they explored their bodies with their fingertips. Harry was beginning to learn what the term erotic meant. He gasped when it was Hermione’s turn to strip away Ginny’s top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts weren’t large, but they stood out nicely. 

Ginny gave Hermione another deep kiss as she unbuttoned the girl’s jeans and pulled down the zipper. In a flash, she pulled the jeans down around Hermione’s ankles and gave her a push. With a squeal and a laugh, Hermione fell onto the bed. Ginny finished pulling off her jeans and tossed them aside. There was much giggling as Ginny tussled with Hermione’s panties until they finally joined her jeans on the floor. 

Now both girls were on the bed. Ginny was still taking charge of the action over the older Hermione. She leaned over Hermione, kissing her and fondling her breasts. Slowly, her hand moved down Hermione’s smooth stomach until she was pressing on the girl’s pussy mound. Hermione whimpered softly. Ginny got off the bed and took the time to get rid of her pants. When she crawled back over Hermione there was much full body contact with arms, legs, lips and hands rubbing and caressing their nubile forms. 

Ginny positioned herself between Hermione’s legs, kissing and fingering her inner thighs. Ginny’s lips brushed at her pussy. Hermione leaned back and closed her eyes as Ginny closed in on her clit and gave it a tender kiss. Hermione writhed slowly on the bed as Ginny’s tongue and lips became more insistent. 

Hermione began to make low moaning sounds. Her back arched with each moan. The moans became louder as Ginny continued relentlessly to lash her tongue over Hermione’s clit. Finally, Hermione’s voice broke roughly and she grabbed at her tits as she came. Her orgasm quickly peaked, and then her moans became softer as the waves of passion subsided. Ginny slipped her body upwards until her tits were available to Hermione’s lips. She kissed Ginny’s breasts as her hands roamed all over the girl’s body. Ginny curled against Hermione with her pussy rubbing against Hermione’s hip. 

Hermione grew bolder and dipped her fingers to Ginny’s flowering vaginal lips. Now it was Ginny’s turn to moan softly. She buried her face in Hermione’s shoulder and put her hand on Hermione’s hand. Ginny guided her fingers with ever increasing fervor. In seconds she was shuddering through her orgasm. The girls kissed and hugged for another minute and then their erotic adventure dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Harry whispered to himself. He gathered up the Key-Opticizer and went back to his room. With shaking hands, he made sure that the Key-Opticizer was securely stored in its hiding spot. He lay on his bed and fumbled his cock out of his pants. Visions of Hermione and Ginny flashed through his imagination as he frantically jerked off. In seconds he was shooting his wad into a handful of tissues. 

**

Two weeks into the school year, Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts, made an announcement one night at the evening meal. “As you all know,” he said from the teacher’s table of the dining hall, “at the beginning of the year there is an informal quidditch team made up of sixth and seventh year players. I believe it usually referred to as the Senior team. Usually, this team travels to other schools in Europe for exhibition matches. However, this year there will be a change. Some of the wizard schools in America have taken up the sport. They have put together a team from the best of their players and wish to play a team from Hogwarts.”

There was general, derisive laughter at that statement. “We’ll beat them a thousand to nil,” cheered a voice from the Hufflepuff table. Other calls and cheers erupted from the dining hall. 

 “Now, now,” continued Dumbledore, raising his hands for silence, “as usual, we can expect our American cousins to be enthusiastic, if not highly skilled. The match will be played at the Bunra School of Magic. It is somewhere on the east coast in the states. Its exact location is, of course, kept secret. This year we have at least two players for each position on the Senior team, except at seeker. So, in order to round out the team, Madam Hooch and I have made an addition.” 

“They need another seeker, I bet you get picked,” said Ron Weasley who was sitting at Harry’s elbow.

“I hope so,” said Harry, “I’ve never been to America.”

Dumbledore was saying, “…and so we have named Harry Potter to fill the second seeker spot.” There was general applause and cheering at that announcement, except from the Slytherin table. “In addition to the team itself, students who are academically eligible will be invited to come along to support their fellow students. Also, each member of the team will be able to invite a friend to accompany him on the trip regardless of their academic standing,” continued Dumbledore. 

When the announcements ended and the students dismissed, Harry was surrounded by Gryffindor students who congratulated him and hinted that they would like to be the ones to go to America as his guest. Harry had already figured out that Hermione would be able to go based on her high marks, and that he would be asking Ron to go as his guest. 

Tom Smith, a member of Hufflepuff and the other seeker on the Senior team came up to Harry and said, “Congratulations Harry, could we talk in private for a bit? It’s team business.” 

“Okay,” said Harry, and they moved away from the other students.

“I’m the captain for the Senior team,” Tom said in a low voice. 

“Really,” said Harry, “I didn’t even know that you elected captains for that team.”

Tom gave him a grin like he was revealing a juicy secret to a friend. “There are a lot of things about the Senior team that stays within the team. For instance, we have a meeting room that no one except team members know about.” Harry wondered about that, he expected that very little got past Dumbledore, but he didn’t say so to Tom. “We’ll be having a team meeting tonight at nine o’clock. There’s a sort of initiation, but don’t worry, I’ll be there to lead you through it.” He told Harry how to find the room. 

“Okay,” said Harry. “I guess I can be there.”

“Good, see you then,” said Tom. He gave Harry a friendly slap on the shoulder and then hurried off. 

A few minutes before nine that night, Harry made his way through the myriad of passages at Hogwarts. He traveled down unfamiliar hallways until he came to a bust sitting on a pedestal. The bust was of some sort of devilish being with ears that grew into horns, and it had a sharply pointed goatee on its chin. As Tom had instructed, Harry twisted one of the horns while he grasped the being’s nose and gave it a quarter turn to the right. Harry jerked his hands away when the stone softened in his hand and seemed to turn flesh. It looked at Harry, and then craned its head to the right and left as if to make sure that there was no one else in the passage. When the being turned back to Harry, it gave him a wink and smile and then its features froze into stone once more. 

The wall immediately behind the bust disappeared and Harry tentatively walked into the small, bare space that had been revealed. With a thud, the wall solidified behind him. Harry began to wonder if this some sort of practical joke. He jumped a bit when Tom Smith simply walked through the room’s far wall. 

“Good, you’re right on time,” said Tom. He pulled his wand from his robe and approached Harry. “The first part of the initiation is to enable you to walk through this wall. We don’t want any unwanted visitors and this wall is solid unless you have this charm.” He mumbled something and then tapped Harry on the top of his head with the tip of his wand. “Now just follow me.” Tom turned and disappeared back through the wall.

Harry went through the wall as if he were walking through a mist of water. He entered what looked like a quidditch dressing room. There were a number of wooden cubicles set around the room and most of them contained clothing. 

“Pick out a spot, Harry, and take off your clothes,” Tom said casually as he took off his robe and began to untie his shoes. 

“Take off my clothes?” said Harry in surprise.

“Don’t worry,” said Tom with a grin. “You’re going to love this.”

Moving slowly, Harry began to remove his clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Tom was completely nude in just a few moments. Tom had his arms crossed and was impatiently tapping his fingers as he waited for Harry. Harry hurried and finished undressing. He couldn’t help but notice that Tom’s dick seemed to be getting hard. 

“Great,” said Tom, “now just follow me.” He went over to an empty cubicle and tapped its edge three times with his wand. He turned and winked at Harry. “Tap three times and come on in.” Tom stepped through the cubicle and disappeared. 

Harry wondered what in the hell was going on. The Senior team was going through a lot of trouble to hide themselves. Secret rooms with secret charms, and what was this nude business? Initiations could be rude events. Oh well, he thought, he had his wand with him. He could face whatever it was. Taking a deep breath, he approached the empty cubicle, tapped its side three times and stepped through.  

Harry emerged through a proper door on the other side. He found himself in a spacious room at least ten meters on a side. The room was windowless and only dimly lit by a scattering of candles set on wall sconces. Comfortable looking chairs and couches were scattered about. In one corner was a table laden with all sorts of snacks. But the most eye catching part of the room was its occupants. The rest of the Senior team, plus some other students, were there and they were all naked. They all clapped and cheered as Harry stood there looking around. 

Tom stepped up to Harry’s side and addressed the crowd. “Thank you, everyone. I’m sure that you all know Harry, and I’m sure that he will get around to speaking to all of you in due time. Now you can all go back to whatever, or whomever you were doing. Laura and Rachel please come up and help me in our initiation of Mr. Potter.” 

Harry watched as the crowd broke up mostly into couples. Not five feet from where he was standing, a girl took a seat while a boy very casually stuck his hard cock into her waiting mouth. 

Two girls walked up to Harry and Tom, like the rest they were completely nude. Harry had never used the word voluptuous in a sentence in his life, but that was the word that came to mind as the girls neared. They were tall with full breasts and hips and their skin was flawless, plus their hair was full and lustrous. Harry had seen these girls around school, but he had never imagined that they were concealing these bodies underneath their school robes. He suspected that their figures may have had some magical enhancements, but that thought was overwhelmed by a wave of lust as one of the girls snuggled up close. She put her arm through his, pressing one of her generous breasts against his bicep. She looked at him with dreamy, cobalt blue eyes just before she licked at the shell of his ear. Harry didn’t know which part of his anatomy was filling with hot blood more quickly, his flaming red face or his fiery red cock-head. 

“This is Rachel,” said Tom, gesturing to the girl on Harry’s arm. “And this is Laura.” He nodded to the girl who had taken his dick in hand, and who was stroking it vigorously.

“Hi,” said Harry in a strained voice.

Tom smiled at him. “You’re no idiot, Harry. You can see what were doing here.” 

Harry looked around the room. There were two couples sampling the fare at the food table, but all the rest were draped over the furniture, caught up in one sex act or the other. “Uh, yeah,” said Harry, hardly believing what he was seeing. 

“So just enjoy yourself,” said Tom. “I’ll have one more thing to show you in a few minutes.” Laura knelt before Tom and licked him from balls to cock-head. He took his dick in hand and pushed it softly into her mouth. She began to suck him off with long smooth strokes.

Harry just stood there; his body was rigid with indecision. When Tom had mentioned an initiation, Harry had thought that he would have to endure a spanking, or a mouthful of maggots, or face down a dragon. But this was truly frightening - a sexy, willing girl was fawning all over him, and he didn’t have a clue as to what he was supposed to do.

Rachel took him in hand, literally. Her hot, soft flesh felt heavenly as it stroked his dick. “That’s very nice,” said Harry, trying to speak normally and failing. She smiled knowingly and squatted down before Harry. Her hand sped up and before Harry could blurt out a warning he was shooting cum all over her breasts. When his dick stopped spurting, she milked one last glop of the creamy stuff out of his cock. She stood and gave Harry a soft kiss while she rubbed his semen into her gleaming breasts as if it were skin cream. Harry took a couple of long breaths as the tension drained from his body. His dick felt depleted as its once rampant condition faded. 

“Well that didn’t take long,” said Tom, grinning at Harry. 

Harry looked and saw that Tom was still fully erect; his partner, Laura, was on her knees, still sucking at his cock-head and jacking him at the same time. “I guess I wasn’t ready for this,” said Harry. He felt like huddling in a corner until this so called initiation was all over. 

“No one is,” said Tom. “Now hang on just a minute, Harry,” He closed his eyes and in a second Tom was softly grunting out his own orgasm. Laura opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Tom rewarded her by coating her tongue, mouth and lips with a copious amount of cum. 

Laura stood as she wiped Tom’s creamy semen from her lips and licked it off her fingers as if it were a dollop of misplaced pudding. Tom wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a deep kiss. “Thanks, babe,” he said to his partner. 

Harry figured that it was only right that Tom might taste some of his own cum during that kiss, but he had to fight down his gag reflex just the same. 

“Okay,” said Tom to Harry very matter-of-factly. “Here’s the best part of all. Being young chaps, we could just wait a few minutes and then we’d be hard and ready to go once more, right?”

“Uh, right,” said Harry, although, except for a couple of times, he couldn’t remember ever masturbating more than once a day, much less twice in the same hour. 

“And even then, it’s not the same as that first rush of pleasure,” continued Tom. 

“I guess not,” said Harry. He was beginning to get an idea of where this was headed. 

“Right, so this is where the magic comes in,” said Tom. “Now take your wand, Harry, and do this spell. Believe me, you won’t get this during any regular class at Hogwarts.”

Harry looked down. He was surprised to see that he had been holding onto his wand the whole time. Tom took his own wand in hand and put its end just above the base of his shrunken cock. “Move your wand like this, and say novus erectus.” As he spoke, Tom drew his wand across his cock as if he was bowing a violin. 

Harry did the same, muttering the phrase as he waved his wand as Tom had demonstrated. He assumed that he would get another erection, and he did. But he wasn’t prepared for the rush of sensuality. Suddenly, he felt as if he hadn’t lost his load in a week. It was like one of those erections he got in the middle of the day for no reason, an erection that left him yearning for some privacy and a clean handkerchief. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” asked Tom with a leering grin. 

“It’s fantastic,” said Harry. 

Tom checked his watch and said, “OK Harry, you’re on your own for the next thirty minutes and then we’ll get the team together and actually talk quidditch. 

“Okay,” said Harry in a long sigh as Tom walked away. He didn’t know what to do without Tom’s direction, but then Rachel came to his rescue.

“Come on, Harry, I’m not through with you,” she said as she took his hand. They walked between couples who were in various stages of passion, until they found an elegant looking old divan. Rachel lay on her back and splayed her legs wide open. Harry could only stare, mouth agape, at his first real pussy. He had thought that he was immured to surprise for the evening, but once again he felt out of his depth. He could feel his erection wilting as he stood there in indecision. 

Rachel gave him a smile and curled her finger, signaling Harry to come nearer. He crawled between her legs on the divan. That much he knew to do. Rachel caressed the side of his face with her fingers and said, “Don’t worry, Harry, I’ll take you in hand.” With a giggle, she actually wrapped her hand around his dick. Harry was instantly hard once more. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as Rachel guided the head of his cock into her pussy. The feel of the hot, silky wetness was almost too much to bear. He plunged his dick into that piece of heaven as hard and as fast as he could go. After three strokes he was cumming again. 

 * 
“Alright everyone, playtime is over,” Tom’s magically amplified voice boomed through the room. “Let’s get cleaned up. Quidditch players back in here for the meeting.” 

Harry turned his gaze in the direction of Tom’s voice. Sweat dripped off his face onto Rachel’s breasts. He’d recharged his dick five or maybe it had been six or seven times in the last half-hour. His back ached and his arms trembled from his libidinous labors. He vaguely remembered Rachel calling out his name a couple of times, but he had been lost in the joy of his first fuck.

Harry felt something tapping his arm. He looked down to see Rachel pushing lightly at his forearms, urging him to climb off her porn star body. “Time to go,” she said.

“Oh, yeah,” said Harry. With a protest from his aching body, he climbed off the divan. 

“That was some hot fuck, Harry,” she said. Her voice was level but Harry could see the laughter in her eyes. He hoped that he hadn’t made an ass of himself. He wanted to ask Rachel about his performance, but she was already headed for the queue that was forming outside the door to the locker room. He sat down heavily onto the divan, deciding to rest for a minute as the room emptied.

“Hi, Harry,” said a soft voice from his rear. 

Harry turned to see a pair of sculpted thighs. His eyes traveled upward across flawless skin to a flat tummy. Then he beheld a pair of full, perky breasts overlaid by a cascade of thick red hair. At the sight of all that red hair, Harry’s eyes jumped up to the face of Ginny Weasley. “Ginny,” he said, thoroughly shocked, “what are you doing here?”

She giggled and pointed at Harry’s red, drooping cock. “Apparently, the same thing as you,” she said in a tone that dared him to accuse her of anything. 

Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off Ginny’s body. “But, but how?” he asked. He didn’t dare mention it, but this wasn’t the body he’d seen through the keyhole back at the Weasley home.

Ginny knew exactly what he was talking about. “Isn’t it great?” she said as she spun around, giving Harry a glimpse of a spectacular, heart-shaped ass. “I especially love these,” she said as she cupped her breasts with her hands. 
“The girls showed me how make over my body with different spells.”

Harry glanced over at the girls still in the queue. He had to admit that there didn’t seem to be a blemish or a displaced fat molecule on or in any of the feminine bodies. Just then, Harry saw Angus McKrewl come up behind Ginny and put his arms around her waist. “Hello, Potter,” he said dryly.

“Hello,” said Harry, but then he turned his attention back to Ginny. “Your brothers and parents would have dying fits if they saw you like this.”

Ginny opened her mouth to say something, but Angus spoke first. “It’s none of your business, Potter. She’s with me.”

“Well, she’s my friend and I say she’s too young to be in here,” said Harry, raising his voice.

“She’s old enough to enjoy a hard cock in her quim,” fired back Angus.

Harry leapt up from the divan in a rage. “You Slytherin scum,” hissed Harry. His wand had never left his hand throughout the evening, and now he began to raise it toward Angus’ face. 

Ginny grabbed Harry’s arm and managed to squirm out of Angus’ embrace at the same time. Thrusting Harry’s arm back down to his side, Ginny said to him, “I came here of my own free will, and I’ll make love to whomever I please.” She whirled on Angus and put a finger in his face, “Harry’s my friend and he’s just looking out for me.” She shivered in disgust and stalked off, literally showing the two boys her backside. 

*

The next day, Harry paid the price for his night before. There were consequences to forcing his dick to so many orgasms in such a short period of time. His cock looked as if someone had given it a few whacks with a rubber mallet. It ached with every step he took, the shriveled, sickly red thing looked and felt inflamed every time he took it out to pee. He vowed to take things more slowly the next time, if there was a next time. 

*

Traveling to America by train didn’t seem the least odd to the witches and wizards of Hogwarts. The Hogwarts Express had been reconfigured into a series of Pullman type cars so that the students and teachers would have somewhere to sleep when they arrived in the states. Of course the cars were divided into boy’s cars and girl’s cars, but during the day the sexes were allowed to mingle. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the boy’s compartment when the train pulled out. Instead of going to London however, the train took a branch and pulled into a tunnel. 

“We should be there in about three hours,” said Hermione who, naturally, had researched everything about their trip.

“Why can’t we just pop over there?” said Ron, looking at the inky darkness outside the window. 

“The train’s too big,” said Hermione, “besides, it’s convenient for us to have it to sleep in.”

“I suppose,” said Ron. He unlatched the window next to his seat and lowered it. Although the train was vibrating and swaying as it always did when it moved at speed, there was no rush of wind through the open window. 

“That’s weird,” said Ron. He put his hand out the window. It disappeared up to the wrist as if dipped into a vat of black oil. Suddenly, Ron clutched at his forearm with his free hand and screamed in pain. There was a horrible grimace of agony on his face. 

“Ron!” Hermione screeched. Ginny clamped her hands over her mouth, and Harry scrabbled for his wand. 

“What’s the problem?” asked Ron as he calmly pulled his undamaged hand back into the compartment. 

“Oh, Ron,” said an exasperated Ginny. She’d seen entirely too many jokes like that from her brothers. 

“You nearly scared me to death,” said Hermione. She gave him a shot to the shoulder that left Ron wincing in real pain. 

“Good one, Ron,” said Harry, clearly amused. 

Hermione huffed, “Come on Ron, it’s time we took a walk about the train.” She and Ron were proctors. It was their job to keep an eye on the other students. Rubbing at his sore shoulder, Ron followed her out the compartment door. 

An awkward silence filled the small space. Harry hadn’t spoken to Ginny since she had told him off about Angus that night. “Ginny,” he began hesitantly, “I’m sorry if I made you mad about…you know…at the team meeting. I just…”

“It’s alright, Harry. I knew what I was doing, but Angus did turn out to be a real ass. I broke up with him,” she said quietly. 

“Oh,” said Harry. 

“He seemed so nice for a while, but in the end I was just a convenient pussy for him when no one else was around,” she said. 

“Well, it’s his loss if he didn’t appreciate you,” said Harry.

She gave Harry a look that said thanks for trying to console her. “You know, I heard something funny about Angus.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“A friend of mine said that he was bragging to one of those Slythern whores that he was going to get rich betting on the quidditch match.”

Harry frowned and said, “I guess you could make some money that way, but I think it would be hard to find anyone willing to bet on the Americans.”

“Oh no,” Ginny said, “he was the one betting on the Americans.”

“Really?” said Harry in surprise. “Why would anyone bet with him against his own team? It doesn’t make sense.” 

“Well, I don’t think that he was doing the actual betting. I think Malfoy and his cronies were doing it,” Ginny said. “And I think they were getting really good odds too, like eight, nine and ten to one.”

Harry thought for a minute and then shook his head. “I still don’t see it,” he said. “I suppose he could play badly and try to throw the match, but substitutions will be allowed. I’m sure Tom, he’s the team captain, or Madam Hooch would just bring him out of the match if he was really screwing up.” 

Ginny could only shrug. “They must be up to something,” she said.

There was a tap on the compartment door and then it slid open to reveal Tom Smith. “Hi Harry, Ginny” he said. “We’re going to have a meeting of the team in a few minutes, just come down to my compartment.”

“The whole team, in your compartment?” asked Harry.

“You’ll see,” said Tom with a wink.

“Well,” said Harry uncomfortably when Tom left. “I guess I’d better see what this is about.”

“It couldn’t take long; you’ll be packed in there like sardines,” said Ginny. 

“Yeah,” agreed Harry. He left his compartment and made his way down the car to Tom’s. When he entered, Harry was surprised to find the place empty except for Tom. 

“Just keep moving on into the bathroom,” said Tom.

“Huh?” said Harry.

“You’ll see,” said Tom with a laugh. He put his hand on Harry’s shoulder and steered him toward the bathroom door. 

Harry had that walking through a mist sensation as he entered the tiny room. He blinked his eyes, and then abruptly he was somewhere else. It was as if he was standing in the hidden dressing room back at Hogwarts, although he could still feel the vibration and sway of the train. 

“Hi, Harry,” someone said from a corner of the room. Harry turned and saw one of the team members undressing. “One more bit of fun before the match,” he said. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Harry. He could feel his dick swelling at the thought of this unexpected but pleasant surprise. He undressed and then went through the routine of tapping on the side of the cubicle with his wand and entering into the room beyond. For a few seconds he wondered at the powerful magic that must be involved to pull this off, but then he was distracted by the sights, sounds and smells of his fellow students screwing away on the various pieces of furniture. 

Harry was quickly aware that he was a single in a room full of couples. He tried to be nonchalant as he walked toward the refreshment table. He couldn’t help but notice a threesome on a nearby couch. It was Roger Queen, one of the senior beaters, and two girls. Roger was a pudgy guy with a sad, round face and entirely too much body hair. He hardly seemed to be the type to hold the attention of two beautiful girls, but that was certainly the case. Roger was on his back with one of the girls riding his cock, while the other divided her attention between her two partners. The girl being fucked had a look of amazement on her face. Her mouth was stretched wide and her eyes stared unseeing into the distance. Harry realized that she was having some sort of incredible orgasm. It went on and on until the girl collapsed on top of Roger, gasping for air. Immediately, the other girl began to pull her partner off Roger. It looked as if she couldn’t wait to hop onto Roger’s cock.

“Oh, Harry,” squealed a voice from Harry’s rear. 

Harry turned to see three naked girls jiggling across the room in his direction. Even for a horny teen boy blinded by hormones these girls didn’t look quite right. They had gone too far with the body sculpting business. Their inflated breasts were rounded into balloon like appendages that bounced with each step. They each had the same shade of blonde hair which was too evenly colored. Without highlights, their identically cut tresses looked like plastic wigs. Even their lips hadn’t escaped the magical touch; they were entirely too full.  

The shortest of the girls took Harry’s arm. “Hi Harry,” she said seductively. “Are you here with anyone?”

“Uh, no,” Harry said, sounding uncertain if he should admit it. 

The next tallest girl took his other arm. She smiled at him with brilliantly white teeth. The tallest of the three boldly grabbed his dick and stuck her tongue down his throat. Harry found himself being led to a nearby group of rugs and pillows that had been tossed on the floor. He was hustled onto his back, and the shortest girl immediately straddled his hips. She stuffed his stiff dick into her surprisingly wet pussy. Immediately, she began to bang her groin against his with a purpose. Harry turned his head to see the other two girls kissing and fondling one another. That reminded him of Hermione and Ginny going at it back at the Weasley home. The memory was simply too vivid and Harry popped his wad in a rush of cum. 

“Oooo…that’s it,” said the girl and in a second she was off his cock. Without hesitation, her wand appeared in her hand and she was incanting the rejuvenation spell over Harry’s slightly wilted dick. He didn’t even have time to react to that invasion of his privacy before the tallest girl climbed aboard. She was even more enthusiastic than the first girl. Harry wondered if her globular tits might not snap off given the way they jerked up and down on her chest. He didn’t have much time to ponder that question because she also had one very tight snatch. In less than two minutes she had Harry shooting off more strings of hot boy juice. 

He pretty much expected the changing of the guard this time, and the girls didn’t disappoint. He had a new hard-on and another partner in short order. Well, thought Harry, if all they want to do is to milk the cum out of me, then I’ll just lean back and enjoy it. So that’s what he did. As the middle-sized girl rode his cock, he relaxed as much as he could under the circumstances, and watched as the shortest girl buried her face between the tallest girl’s legs. She and Harry had practically simultaneous orgasms. And just like that the girls disappeared, leaving Harry sweaty and with a limp dick draped over his leg. 

“What the hell was that all about?” he murmured as he staggered to his feet. He was suddenly very thirsty so he once again headed for the refreshment table. As he approached, he saw Roger Queen standing at the table. He was munching on a sandwich and he smiled at Harry as he came near. 

“I see the titty-trio got you to punch their tickets,” said Roger.

“Huh?” said a confused Harry. 

“Those three,” said Roger, nodding in the direction the girls had departed. “They’re quidditch groupies. They’ve been out to fuck every guy on the Senior team.”

“Oh, I see,” said Harry. He looked around as he picked up a cup of pumpkin juice and drank deeply. “At least I hooked up with someone. I was about to get worried.”

Roger chuckled. “I wouldn’t think the famous Harry Potter would have to worry about getting laid,” he said.

“Believe me, my reputation scares off far more girls that it attracts,” said Harry. “You seemed to be doing alright. It looked like those girls couldn’t wait to get a piece of you.” 

Roger chuckled and then looked around as if he was searching for eavesdroppers. “Harry, I owe you a favor, so I’m going to let you in on a little secret.”

Harry thought back to one of his potions classes. Roger did indeed owe him a favor. The students had been working on a particularly volatile potion when Harry had glanced over at Roger. The young wizard had been bent over his caldron, carefully stirring in exactly the wrong ingredient. Harry had grabbed Roger’s robe and jerked him backwards just as a great gout of flame had erupted from the caldron. Harry had saved him from severe disfigurement or worse. 

“What’s that?” asked Harry.

Roger picked up his wand and jiggled it above Harry’s dick as he said the word sibioso in a quavering tone. Harry felt a tingling at the base of his penis. He looked down where he could swear that the base of his dick looked thicker. Looking up at Roger, he said, “I already know how to keep an erection.”

“Oh this isn’t for you,” said Roger, “at least not directly. Do you feel that tingle?” 

Harry nodded. 

“When a girl plunks down on your willy, that spell sets up a sympathetic vibration in her clit. It absolutely drives girls wild. How else do you think a guy who looks like I do gets babes like the ones you saw me with?”

Harry could only smile in sympathy at that remark. He picked up his wand and practiced the spell until he got it right. He thanked Roger and then began to think about finding some girl on which to use his newfound power. That was when he heard Tom Smith’s voice coming from the other side of the room.

“Okay people, time to stop whatever and whoever you’re doing and gather ‘round,” Tom said in a magically amplified voice. There were groans of disappointment and sexual completion from various points of the room, but soon the quiditch players and their friends began to wend their way in his direction. Harry was the last to arrive. He stopped behind a couple of young ladies at the edge of the group. 

“Sorry to stop everyone’s fun, but we’ll be arriving at Burnra in a few minutes. I just want to go over our schedule for the next two days,” said Tom. He began to rattle off times and activities. 

One of the girls in front of Harry turned, and upon seeing him, she gave him a big smile. “Hi, Harry,” she said in a whisper. 

Harry immediately recognized Rachel. She was the girl who had given him his introductory blowjob on his initial trip to the Senior’s meetings. “How’s it going?” he said in reply.

She stepped closer and whispered in his ear, “I’m still a little horny, and I think you are too.” 

Harry had to admit that between the buzzing in his cock due to the spell that Roger had given him, and Rachel’s naked eroticism, he was as hard as ever. “Yeah, I guess so,” he managed to say in a throaty whisper. 

Rachel turned and simply bent over. She steadied herself by placing her hands on a nearby chair, and then she looked expectantly over her shoulder and winked at Harry. After swishing her ass in his direction a couple of times, Harry didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped up and plugged his cock into Rachel’s creamy cunt. He grasped her hips and held her tight against his groin. His cock felt weird as the tingling became a wavering buzz that seemed to be searching for just the right frequency. After a few seconds, the buzz settled down to a low frequency inaudible hum.

There was a gasp from Rachel and she began to grind her ass against Harry. He looked down and saw her stuff a knuckle in her mouth to keep from crying out loud. Harry smiled, Roger’s spell seemed to really work. In only a couple of minutes he felt Rachel’s pussy spasm in orgasm. Harry looked around. There were plenty of couples still fondling and groping at one another, but he and Rachel seemed to be the only ones fucking. Rachel came again. Tom’s voice took on the tone which meant that he was finishing his remarks. Rachel seemed to be in constant orgasm, and she was becoming more vocal. People were beginning to stare and grin.  

“Everything alright back there, Harry?” asked Tom.

“Uh…yes…fine,” said Harry, his face turned as red as the head of his blood engorged cock. Rachel moaned out loud and some people in the crowd snickered. Harry jerked his cock from her pussy with an audible pop. There was some laughter from the crowd, but Harry noticed that some of the girls were giving him interested looks. 

“Okay then,” said Tom, “let’s get back to our compartments, try not to leave all at once.”

Harry made sure that Rachel was all right, and then he dressed and made his way back to his compartment. Ginny was still there. She said, “Well, that did take a while.”

“Yeah,” said Harry, “lots to talk about.” He was saved from further explanations because 
Ron and Hermione chose that moment to return. As usual, they were arguing like an old married couple about something. Harry and Ginny could only grin at one another.

“I just don’t think that you should be risking your money like that, Ron.” Hermione was saying. 

“It’s safe as houses,” said Ron. “There’s no way the American’s can beat our team. Isn’t that right, Harry?” 

Harry shrugged. “That’s what everyone says, but you never know. Just how are you risking your money?”

Hermione whirled to face Harry and said, “He’s bet a thousand Galleons on the Senior team.”

“A thousand?” gasped Harry. “Where did you get a thousand Galleons?” With a house full of children, the Weasleys were effectively working class poor. 

”Well, when you win I won’t have to show any money at all, will I?” Ron said defiantly, as if the matter should be plain as day.

Hermione growled deep in her throat, clenched her fists and stuck her head out at Ron just like she did every time she felt that he needed to be straightened out. But her scolding was nipped when the train emerged from the tunnel and there was a sudden onslaught of sunlight beaming through the compartment window.

The train pulled to a stop at a platform full of students. Many of them were carrying signs that welcomed the Hogwarts team. “Wow, look at that reception,” said Ron. 

Hermione bit at the chance to lecture once more. “If you had bothered to look at your itinerary, then you’d know that the Bunra student’s are going to show us around their school.” She grabbed Ginny’s hand and pulled her up. “Come on, Ginny, you and I will go together.” Ginny stumbled out of the compartment as she fought to follow Hermione’s hurried exit.

“Well, let’s go then,” said Harry. He didn’t feel like telling Ron that betting an enormous sum of money, which he didn’t happen to have, was a perfectly boneheaded thing to do. They reached the platform and walked down the line of students who were smiling in welcome. Harry spotted a pretty blonde who seemed to be unoccupied. “Hi,” he said as they approached, “I’m Harry Potter, and this is my friend, Ron.”

“Hey there,” said the girl in a bright, bubbly voice. “My name is Charlie.” She shook their hands in turn. “It’s so nice to meet you.” Charlie had a full face with cheeks that dimpled as she smiled. Her fair, thin hair wafted about in the cool breeze.“So, why don’t we get started? I guess you can see that we’re on the athletic fields.” She gestured at the surrounding area. “In fact, your train is on the baseball diamond.” She giggled. “But you guys will be gone by Sunday, so it doesn’t matter. Over there is the quiditch field or pitch or whatever you call it. The locker rooms are under those closest stands.”

Harry looked into the near distance and saw the steeply sloped stands of the quiditch grounds. He could just make out the scoring hoops on one end. “Yeah, I see,” said Harry.

“There’re some other fields for football and soccer, but you’re not interested in that, are you?” she asked. 

“Not really,” said Ron. 

“Well, let’s walk on up to the school then,” said Charlie. She led the way off the platform at a brisk pace. They were soon on a walkway that took them up a tree covered hill. The school was surrounded by gently sloped mountains. The sun shone down through the crisp fall air as Harry and Ron followed Charlie’s nicely shaped backside up the hill.

In a few minutes they were walking through the campus proper. The school buildings were situated amongst towering oak trees. The buildings had been built from native stone and none of them were more than two stories high. It was nothing like the soaring castle of Hogwarts, but Harry thought the campus had a quaint look all its own. After Charlie had pointed out numerous classroom buildings and dormitories, they turned a corner and a spectral figure in homespun clothing and a tricorn hat leaped out from behind a nearby tree. At first, Harry thought that the man was carrying a stick. But then the man lifted the stick and set one end against his shoulder. He gazed intently down the sticks length at Ron. With a sickening feeling, Harry realized that the man was aiming a weapon at Ron. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash, a terrific roar and a huge plume of smoke filled the air. Ron shrieked and jumped back, while Harry jerked his wand out of his jacket. 

“Hey, no, stop!” cried Charlie as she jumped in front of the figure.

Harry slowly lowered his wand as he saw that the oddly dressed man was a ghost, a ghost with a musket. Ron was busily patting down his chest as he checked for a bullet hole, but he was obviously unhurt. 

Charlie shook her finger angrily at the ghost. “John Smathers, you know better than that.”

“But they’re Britishers,” said the ghost with a hollow Scottish burr. He calmly went about the business of reloading his weapon. 

“And they’ve been our allies for almost two hundred years,” said Charlie. “You know all this.”

“Aye, but they’re not to be trusted,” John said. “You never know when they might sneak in for an invasion.” He gave Harry and Ron an evil look and then shouldered his musket and disappeared through a nearby wall. 

“I’m sorry about that,” Charlie said to Ron. 

“No worry,” said Ron. “I only had a small heart attack.” He dramatically clutched his hands to his chest. 

Charlie laughed. “How about some lunch?” she asked. “I’ll make it my treat.” She led them into a large single story building. “And this is our cafeteria,” said Charlie once they had entered. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved,” said the ever hungry Ron. They joined one of the serving lines, and shortly, kitchen elves were cheerfully piling their trays full of food. In stark contrast to the grand dining hall at Hogwarts, the cafeteria at Bunra was wholly utilitarian. It was simply a long, low-ceiling room full of tables each of which could accommodate two to eight diners. 

They took seats at a table pretty much in the center of the room. They ate while Charley gave them a brief history of the school. Harry looked at the various students in the room and something occurred to him. “Charlie, I see very few students carrying books.”

“That’s because we use these,” said Charlie. She reached into the satchel sized purse that she had been carrying around and pulled out a rectangular black box. It was the size of a thick textbook, but looked as if it were made of plastic. Charlie opened the box.

“It’s…it’s a computer?” said a surprised Harry as he saw the familiar screen and keyboard configuration. 

“Well, it looks like one,” said Charlie, “but it’s all magic of course. It’s called an ibbum – don’t ask me why. This holds all of our textbooks and most of the books you can find in our school’s library.”

“It looks like a what?” said Ron, sounding confused. 

“A computer,” explained Harry. He turned to Charlie. “Never mind him, he’s not used to muggle electronics.”

Charlie looked at Ron, “It’s like having a whole stack of books stuffed into one place, although it also takes the place of some spells and magical items. Like, you can go back and see any lectures that you’d seen and wanted to review.”

“You mean like a pensieve?” asked Harry. 

“That’s right,” said Charlie. 

“That’s brilliant,” said Ron as he leaned close to Charlie and tentatively poked at the keys of the ibbum. 

After eating, Charlie parted company with Harry and Ron. “Don’t forget, there’s a dinner and dance back here at seven o’clock,” she said as she left. 

“There’s a dinner and a dance?” Ron asked Harry.

“I’m sure it’s in the itinerary that we never looked at,” said Harry dryly. 

*

Harry and Ron made their way back to the train. Harry had quidditch practice scheduled for the afternoon. He was about to leave when Hermione came into the compartment. She was carrying an ibbum in both hands as if it might shatter at the slightest bump. “You’ll never guess what this is,” she announced breathlessly. 

“It’s an ibbum,” Ron said casually. 

Hermione looked disappointed for about a second, but then she said eagerly, “Yes, isn’t it wonderful?”

“Hermione, only you would think that having thousands of school books at your fingertips is a good thing,” said Ron. “Look, Harry has practice. Do you want to come along and watch, or do you want to stay here and play with your toy? Where did you get that thing, anyway?”

“It’s not a toy,” she said as she took a seat and opened the ibbum. She clearly intended to stay put. “And our guide from this morning let me borrow it until tomorrow.”

“Well, fine then,” Ron said. He and Harry left for the quidditch field. 

Ron took a seat in the stands as Harry went to join the other players. After changing into their robes, the team met at the center of the quidditch field as Tom Smith had called for a team meeting. “Okay,” he said, “as you can see, we have a number of people in the stands to watch us practice, including a bunch of guys from the other team. So let’s keep things slow and simple during practice. There’s no point in giving away our best plays.”

After a few minutes of practice, Harry wasn’t worried about giving away anything to the watching Americans. Clearly, the Hogwarts players should have spent more time at practice than screwing. It wasn’t that they were bad. It was simply that they were used to being leaders on their own teams, and it was difficult for them to blend together. 

After practice, Harry and Ron made their way back to the train. Harry showered and dressed in his usual jeans, sweatshirt and trainers. “When do we go to this dinner and dance?” he asked Ron, “I’m starving.”

Ron checked his watch. “Any time, I guess,” he said. “I wonder where Hermione and Ginny got to?” As if on cue there was a tap at the door, and the two girls appeared when Ron answered. Hermione was wearing a narrow skirt that extended well below her knees. Her blouse had three-quarter sleeves and the collar was turned up. Ginny was wearing capris with a sleeveless top and a kerchief knotted at her throat. “What in the world are you two dressed for?” asked Ron. 

“It’s a theme dance,” said Hermione in a tone of exasperation she frequently used with Ron and Harry. “You’d know that if you had just read…”

“the itinerary,” Ron and Harry finished with her. 

“Well…yes,” said Hermione. “We’re supposed to be dressed like students from the fifties or sixties.”

“Actually, jeans are fine,” said Ginny, gesturing at the boys as if she and Hermione might as well give into the inevitable. 

“Oh, I suppose so,” said Hermione, “let’s go, we’re going to be late as it is.”

They made their way through the gathering darkness toward the cafeteria. The pathways and walks were lit with a soft golden glow from lights suspended overhead in the tree branches. They entered the cafeteria a few minutes later. The place had been transformed. The tables had been replaced by a series of booths. A sign made of the magical world’s version of neon tubing welcomed the Hogwarts students and the American quidditch team. At the far end of the room a band played from atop a low stage. Students were dancing to a song that their grandparents would have found familiar. 
    
“It’s lovely,” said Hermione.

“Let’s find a seat and eat,” said Ron, leading the way into the noisy room.

They took their seats at an empty booth, and almost immediately three elves appeared at their side. One elf precariously balanced a tray overburdened with platters of food over her head. Another elf leapt on top of their table, while a third elf began to pass up the platters of burgers, hotdogs and fries. Plates, silverware, napkins and condiments flew through the air and ended up in front of Harry’s group. When the elf jumped to the floor, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny clapped their approval; not a drop of soda had been spilt, nor a crumb of food dropped. The elves bowed, their foreheads touching the floor, and then they scampered away.  

“It’s really good food,” said Ron. His words were barely intelligible through a mouthful of hamburger. The group ate as they watched various couples make their way to the dance floor. As his plate of food began to dwindle, Harry began to dread the moment when the girls would begin to hint that they would like to dance. He jumped a bit when he felt a hand on his shoulder.  

Tom Smith was standing there, after greeting everyone he said, “Harry, have you met the American team?”

“No, not yet,” Harry said. 

“They’re sitting all together over here,” Tom said, pointing somewhere on the opposite side of the room. “Why don’t you come on over?”

“Can I come too?” asked Ron, eagerly.

Tom shrugged. “Sure, would you ladies like to come also?” he asked Hermione and Ginny.

“No, thanks,” said Hermione.

“I’ve already met them,” said Ginny.

“You have?” Ron said in surprise. “When?” She just gave her brother a smile and a shrug that told him to mind his own business. 

Harry and Ron followed Tom across the room to where the American team was seated. They were easy to pick out. They were all wearing the same thing: white shirts, sweaters embroidered with a golden snitch, white pants and even white socks and shoes. Evidently, they were trying to look like a group of college athletes from a bygone era. Harry noticed that there were no girls on the team. In fact these guys were pretty manly men. They all looked as if they could have come from American football teams. Tall, fit and ruggedly handsome was the general description for any of them. 

Tom introduced Ron and Harry to each of the players. Each player seemed determined to deliver a hearty handshake. Harry’s hand was beginning to ache from all the bone crunching clinches when he came to the last player. “This is Gary Johnson, the team captain,” said Tom. 

“So you’re the famous seeker I’ve heard so much about,” said Gary as he gave Harry’s hand another vice-like squeeze. 

“Well, I do my best,” said Harry. He massaged his hand once it was freed from confinement.

“So what position do you play,” asked Ron once he had been introduced to Gary. And then they were off into the world of quidditch. Harry stayed with the group for a few minutes and then he excused himself. He knew that Ron could talk quidditch as long as anyone would listen, but he, Harry, could only take so much. He wandered back to the table where Hermione was working with her borrowed ibbum. 

Hermione closed the ibbum and stored it in her bag at Harry’s approach. Before he could sit down, she grabbed him by the arm and with deliberate determination steered him toward the dance floor. Resistance, he decided, was futile. Feeling incredibly self-conscious, Harry did his best to move his body in time to an old Beatles tune. When the song ended, Hermione squeezed his sore hand and said, “Thank you, Harry. That wasn’t too painful, was it?”

“Only a bit,” said Harry, rubbing at his hand.

They took their seats at the table once more, followed shortly by Ginny who was escorted by one of the American quidditch players. Apparently, they had been dancing too, although Harry hadn’t seen them on the crowded floor. The player thanked Ginny, and then left. In fact he almost ran into Ron as he made his return. “What did he want?” Ron asked, referring to the American.

“Never mind,” said Ginny. 

Ron glared at his sister for a second, but then his face cleared and he said, “I’ve been talking to those blokes, and they don’t know crap about quidditch. I’m going to double that bet I made,” he declared.

“Oh, Ron, no,” said Hermione. But he had already turned and left. “That’s another thousand galleons that he doesn’t have,” she said with an air of doom. “Why didn’t you say something, Harry?”

Harry gave a massive shrug. “I didn’t have time to say anything, he practically disapparated. Besides, you know how he is about money.” Ron and Harry were best mates, but Ron could be jealous of Harry’s wealth and notoriety. Harry was careful not to trigger those feelings.

“Why don’t we just tell him our suspicions about Angus, Malfoy and that whole Slytherin bunch. They have to be up to something,” said Hermione. 

“I tried,” said Ginny. “But Ron just gave me a big lecture on how betting worked. He claimed that the odds on the Americans were huge, and that there had to be some people betting on them to even things out. I’m not sure I understand it all, but apparently that’s why he has to bet so much money – he won’t get much return if he doesn’t. 

“Oh, I understand the math,” said Hermione. “It’s the involvement of those Slytherin assholes that I don’t like. Something’s up besides illegal bookmaking.” She gave Harry a hard look. 

Harry threw up his hands. “I agree, but how am I supposed to…” He was cut off when, once again, someone put their hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw someone familiar. It took him a second to recognize Charlie, his guide from the previous afternoon.

“Harry,” she said with a bright grin, “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Charlie was wearing a bright orange miniskirt that stopped scandalously short of mid-thigh. Her top was of a rib-knit material with white and navy stripes. It clung provocatively around her breasts. She had on white, calf-length boots, plus hoop earrings and bracelets that matched the blue in her blouse. Not only was she dressed radically different from their previous meeting, but now her blonde hair was nearly waist length, plus she was wearing a considerable amount of makeup. It made her look older and sexier. Her face was flushed and she was wearing a silly grin. Harry suspected that she had been drinking. 

“Hi,” said Harry. He tried to introduce Hermione and Ginny, but Charlie was already pulling on his arm.

“Come on,” she urged, “let’s dance.”

“Well, alright, I guess,” he said, standing. It seemed to be his night to be tugged at by females. When they reached the dance floor, the band segued into a slow tempo song. The couples on the floor flowed into one another’s arms, and Charlie didn’t hesitate to follow their lead. She slid her arms around Harry’s neck and buried her breasts against his chest. 

Harry didn’t mind at all. He put his hands on her waist, not far from actually grabbing her ass. His cock began to swell in his trousers; he wondered if Charlie would notice. She even smelled good from a heady mix of perfume, shampoo and a hint of alcohol. But despite the assault on his senses, Harry couldn’t get Ron completely out of his mind. Could the Americans really be that good? Suddenly inspired, he leaned away from Charlie so he could look her in the eye. “You haven’t seen the American team practice, by any chance?”

Charlie’s eyes opened in surprise. “Quidditch? I know that’s not what’s on your mind.” She ground her hips against his, giving his cock a massage.

Harry managed to say, “I can hold two thoughts in my head at the same time, even in the presence of such beauty.”

Charlie laughed. “Well said.” She looked at Harry thoughtfully for a few seconds. “Their team arrived only yesterday. They had a closed practice.” She waited until the anticipation on his face began to fade into disappointment, then she said, “But some of my girlfriends wanted to see what was going on, so we snuck in under the stands and watched. You know, those guys are cute, but give me baseball or football where the guys wear those tight pants. Now those are sports worth watching,” she finished, with a teasing grin.

“Really?” said Harry, brightening considerably. “Could you tell me about it, or better yet, use the pensieve feature of your ibbum to see it?”

“I guess I could do that,” said Charlie. “Of course, we’d have to go to my room.”

“Uh…okay,” said Harry. “Is that a problem?”

Charlie laughed and shook her head, “Not at all.” She and Harry left the dance. They walked only about fifty yards and they were at the entrance to a dormitory. Charlie led the way down a long hall until she stopped at a door. She placed her palm against the door and a second later there was a click; the door swung open. 

Harry followed Charlie into the room. It smelled of perfume, powder and other pleasant feminine scents. There were two beds as well as dressers and wardrobes. Candles lit the room in a soft glow. Charlie turned her back to Harry and lifted her hair away from her blouse. “Help me with this zipper,” she said.

“Zipper?” asked Harry, his voice climbing.

“Yeah,” said Charlie, “you know…it’s the gadget with the interlaced teeth…”

“I know what a zipper is,” said Harry. He took hold of the tab and slowly pulled. “I’m just not sure what it has to do with looking at your memory.” 

Charlie shrugged out of her top and tossed over the back of a chair. She gave him a sultry smile and said, “You didn’t think it was going to be free, did you?” She proceeded to pull off her boots and wiggled out of her skirt. She frowned at Harry. “It’s not polite to allow a lady to undress alone. Besides, you’re about to burst out of your pants as it is.”

Harry looked down to see his erection tenting the front of his jeans. “Oh, right,” he said. He began to pull off his clothes with shaky hands. He was suddenly nervous. This wasn’t an orgy where more than willing girls were throwing themselves at him. Here he was supposed to…he was supposed to…damn, he realized that he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He did have the presence of mind to use the sibioso spell on his dick while he was undressing. At least he’d have that going for him. 

Harry turned and looked at Charlie. She was lying on her bed, looking very soft and very curvy in all the right places. He lay beside her and said in a husky voice, “I’m not exactly experienced at this.”

“You can start by kissing me,” she said softly. Harry kissed her lips tenderly, not daring too much. “More like this,” said Charlie, and she crushed her mouth on his, sticking her tongue in his mouth. 

Harry responded eagerly, playing with her tongue. Shortly, they were both panting and the sound of wet kisses filled the room. His hands seemed to move of their own volition; he found her full breasts and began to tweak her nipples. Charlie gurgled in pleasure in the midst of their kisses. Her hand swept through his hair, and then she raked her nails down his back. Harry’s fingers trailed down Charlie’s flat tummy and, to his surprise, dipped into her pussy. He rained kisses all over her heaving tits as he finger-fucked her hot cunt. ”Oh Harry,” she moaned, “I’d say you know exactly what to do.” She pushed her pussy mound against his palm.

Harry was delighted that he could please Charlie so well. He was especially delighted when she threw a leg over his torso and rose up above him on the bed. She grasped his cock and stuffed it into her eager pussy. Harry knew that he would blow his load in just a few strokes, so he grabbed Charlie by the arms and pulled her close. He wanted the sibioso spell to work its magic. Within seconds was murmuring, “Mmmm…that feels nice.” Within a minute she was grinding her pelvis against his. “Oh fuck, Harry, that’s…that’s amazing. How are you doing that?”

Harry didn’t bother to respond. He released Charlie from his grasp, and she put her hands on his chest to push herself up. “Uhhh…uhhhh,” she moaned as her eyes rolled back, and Harry felt her vaginal muscles spasm and release in orgasm. 
  
“Oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming again,” Charlie whined. She began to whip her hips up and down on Harry’s steel hard erection. 

Harry bit his lip, trying to hold himself back, but it was no use. He took a deep breath and then held it as the cum rushed through his dick and spurted into Charlie’s receptive cunt. For her part, Charlie managed two more orgasms before Harry’s spent cock began to wilt. 

Charlie fell over sideways onto the bed. “That was amazing,” she whispered into Harry’s smooth chest. The couple caught their breath, and then Charlie rolled off the bed. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she said with a giggle. She opened her ibbum which was lying on a nearby desk. After tapping at its keys, she held her thumb down on an oval shaped button. Her face screwed up in concentration for a few seconds then she turned back to Harry. “Okay, just hit enter and you can see what I remember about that practice. I’ve got to go pee.” She wrapped a robe around herself and disappeared out the door. 

Harry padded over to the desk and took a seat on the edge of a chair. He pushed the enter key and Charlie’s memory immediately popped up on the screen. Unlike his experience using Dumbledore’s penseive, where he could walk about and see what he liked, using this ibbum, Harry could only see what had fallen into Charlie’s field of vision. 

At first he saw a mélange of female backsides and passing scenery, then Charlie’s attention turned, at least sporadically, to the quidditch field as seen from beneath the stands. Finally, he got to see American team flitting about on their brooms. They were impressively fast. Well, that was no surprise, the Americans would be expected to have excellent equipment. And they sat their brooms incredibly well, using both hands to handle the quaffle and bludger bats even while cutting through turns. Harry wondered how they were managing to do that until one of the players came nearly to a stop in front of Charlie. That was when Harry saw that the Americans were using some sort of saddle on their brooms. Now it was obvious; they were guiding and holding onto their brooms using their legs and knees. That left both their hands free. It was a huge advantage. The Hogwarts team would be forced to rely on their defense. Something they hadn’t counted on, nor were they very good at. 

The door opened and Charlie swept back into the room. “Well, did you learn anything?” she asked, looking over Harry’s shoulder.

“Yeah, a bit,” said Harry as he stood. 

“I hope you’re not looking for another round,” she said, looking at Harry’s naked state. “You were great. I may be walking funny for days.” Harry chuckled. He assumed she was kidding, but he fairly glowed with the implied compliment. Hastily, he dressed.

Charlie stretched luxuriously and kissed Harry goodbye at the door. She had decided not to return to the dance. Harry took his time covering the distance back to the cafeteria. He walked along with his hands in his pockets, head down, feet shuffling through the fallen leaves. His mind swirled with thoughts of what to do about Ron mixed with the American’s practice session, all overlaid with the memory of Charlie’s soft body against his and the electrifying feeling of her pussy wrapped around his cock. 

He came to a stop when an idea popped out of his subconscious. He examined it closely. Sometimes his imagination could add two plus two and come up with the square root of pumpkin juice. After giving the matter some thought, he saw that there were several ifs that had to fall into place, but it would be fun to see if he could pull it off.  

Entering the dance, he saw that Ginny and Hermione were sitting at their table. He caught Ginny’s eye and motioned her over. “Where did you disappear to?” she asked.

“Charlie let me see her memories of the American’s practice,” Harry said. “It’s given me an idea that may help Ron.” He quickly outlined his plan. “So, do you think the girls would go for it?” He was referring to the girls who were eager to show up at the orgies.

“A chance to party with those American hunks?” said Ginny with a grin. “I think they’ll go for it, but what about getting back on the train? It’ll be after curfew when we return.”

“If you’ll talk to the girls, then I’ll talk to Hermione. Since she’s a proctor she should be able to arrange it.” said Harry. 

“Good luck with that,” said Ginny. 

“Yeah, thanks,” said Harry. They went their separate ways. 

*

“Hi,” said Harry as he slid into the booth opposite Hermione. She was once more engrossed in her borrowed ibbum. 

 She glanced up. “Hi, where did you and Charlie get to?” Harry told her about viewing Charlie’s memories of the quidditch practice. He judiciously left out the part where he fucked her. 

“So do you think they have a real chance to win?” she asked, referring to the Americans. 

“I’m afraid so,” said Harry, “but I have a plan.”

“Oh, what is it?” she asked, suddenly interested.

“You need to do a couple of things for me, but I can’t tell you the whole plan,” said Harry. Hermione’s face began to cloud up. He rushed on, “Come on Hermione, it’s not like I’m going up against Valdemort. Besides, you don’t want to know everything.”

“Meaning it’s something I wouldn’t approve of,” said Hermione.

“Of course that’s not it,” said Harry with mock sincerity, and a grin on his face. “Come on, it’s all in aid of Ron in the end.”

“Oh alright,” she said with a sigh, “what do you want me to do?”

“Some of the Hogwarts students will be out after curfew. You’ll need to let them back on the train.”

“Anything else?” she asked, her disapproval showing again.

“First, you’ll have to get Ron away from the Americans, and then you’ll have to keep him occupied. No proctoring either. He can’t know that Ginny and I and a number of Hogwarts girls aren’t on the train.”

“Girls…what in the world…oh never mind,” said Hermione. “You and Ron are practically joined at the hip. How am I supposed to do all that?” 

“Hermione, Ron and I might be best mates, but you two are a couple. You two just won’t admit it. Go ahead and wrap yourself around Ron, you’ll keep him occupied all right,” said Harry. 

Hermione blushed and looked as if she were about to protest. Harry held up his hand and said, “And right now would be a good time to start. The dance is about to end and I need to talk to the American captain without Ron hearing.”

“Oh…oh, alright,” said Hermione. She stood and stalked off.

Harry started to follow her at a distance, but Ginny walked up. “I think most of the girls are ready to party, but I have to tell them where and when.”

“Okay,” said Harry, “let me go speak to the American captain. What’s his name?”

“Gary Johnson,” said Ginny.

“Right,” said Harry. He walked toward the booths where the American team had been sitting. As he approached, he could see Ron trying to say something to Gary even as Hermione pulled him toward the dance floor. Harry smiled. He could tell by their body language that Ron and Hermione were arguing even as they walked together hand in hand. 

“I hope Ron wasn’t too obnoxious,” said Harry as he walked up to Gary. 

“Oh, hi, Harry,” said Gary, once again shaking Harry’s hand as if he was trying to draw blood. “No, Ron’s great, he really knows his quidditch.” 

“Yes, and he’s not afraid to share his knowledge either,” Harry said with a laugh. “Listen, I was wondering what your team was doing after the dance?”

“I don’t know. We’ll probably have a few beers. They’ve stuck us in an old dorm on the edge of the campus by ourselves. Why don’t you come by?” 

“That sounds cool,” said Harry. “Maybe I can persuade some of the girls to come too.”

Gary grinned mischievously. “Now you’re talking.” He told Harry how to get to the dorm. 

An hour later, Harry entered that dormitory. Following the sound of voices he came to a common room full of overstuffed furniture and the American quidditch players. Plus, he was relieved to see, a number of girls from Hogwarts. Ginny had claimed that she would take care of the female contingent, and she had. 

“Harry,” called out Gary Johnson as he strode across the room. He managed to crush Harry’s hand once again, but then he slapped a pain numbing, ice cold can of beer into his palm. “I have to hand it to you, Harry, these girls are amazing.”

Harry looked around and once again appreciated the magically enhanced bodies on those females. Even in the relatively brighter lights of the common room, verses the dimmer lighting at the dance, the girls looked fantastic. Every guy in the room was drinking in their flawless skin, luxurious hair and fantastic figures.

“Are you sure it isn’t Hogwarts School for Models?” Gary asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, we left the pretty ones at home,” Harry said in an offhand manner. 

There wasn’t an instant orgy, but things got loose fast. There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of cold beer, and it wasn’t long before the boys and girls paired off. Ginny came to Harry’s side and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Is it working?” she whispered in his ear. 

“Things are moving along, not quickly, but moving,” said Harry. “Oh this looks promising,” he said, as he watched the big titted trio of girls descend on Gary. They maneuvered him into a nook and proceeded to take advantage of the handsome American. They were every bit as aggressive with him as they had been with Harry. They rubbed their overstuffed hooters on Gary as their hands roved all over his body. The smallest of the girls knelt and pulled his stiff cock into the open. As Gary watched in wide-eyed amazement, she deep-throated his erection. After a few minutes of getting his tonsils swabbed by the other two bimbos, Gary thrust his hips forward and emptied his balls. He slumped and sighed in post-orgasmic relief, but the girls were far from through with their victim. One of the tonsil-swabbers produced her wand and performed the novus erectus spell. Gary’s eyes practically popped out of his head. Obviously, he wasn’t familiar with its effects. 

Harry sighed in relief. That was exactly what he had been hoping for. He felt Ginny’s breath on his cheek, and then she was kissing him long and hard. “What are you doing?” he asked her when they came up for air. 

She nodded behind Harry to the rest of the room. “We’re beginning to look a bit conspicuous just playing voyeur.” 

Harry turned and saw that things in the room had proceeded apace. The Hogwarts girls had worked their seduction. Lips were being kissed, breasts and crotches fondled. He even heard a few gasps and moans of passion. Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny and surrendered to her avid kisses. 

Harry’s hands wandered over Ginny’s generous curves. Her breasts pillowed on his chest. She was as well endowed as most of the girls in the room. Between hot kisses, Harry watched as the trio continued to work on Gary. They reignited his erection a second time so that the tallest girl could ride him to orgasm. Then they deserted him just as quickly as they had attacked. Harry reluctantly broke away from Ginny’s embrace; he had to take advantage of the situation. 

Walking casually over to Gary, Harry said, “Looked as if you were having fun there.”

“That was amazing,” he said, still a bit breathless. “What kind of spell were they using on my dick? Do you know how to do that?”

Bingo, thought Harry. “Oh sure,” he said. “Would you like for me to show it to you?”

“That would be fantastic,” Gary said. 

“No problem,” said Harry. He proceeded to teach the novus erectus spell to Gary. In a few seconds, Gary had yet another raging hard-on and his eyes were casting about for another feminine form to use it on. “Be sure to tell your mates,” said Harry. “They’ll want to be in on the fun. Consider it a little gift from my team to yours.”

“Yeah, thanks,” said Gary. Somehow, to Harry’s immense relief, Gary forgot his rock-crusher handshake. He walked away, his dick swaying from side to side. 

Harry felt a hand on his zipper. Ginny smiled at him as she opened his pants. “I’m sticking with you,” she said. “Those guys will be satyrs once they find out they can have a never ending erection.”

Harry grinned as his cock quickly grew to rigid hardness in her hand. “That’s the general idea,” he said as he flexed his hips and thrust his dick against her fingers. 

*

Ron couldn’t believe the way Hermione was acting. She could be friendly enough, sure. At times she could be downright daring. But most of the time she was a data spewing, worry-wart, know-it-all. Albeit, a very pretty know-it-all. Heaven knew she’d been the center of his masturbatory fantasies a thousand times. But fantasies were often best left as fantasies. The reality of Hermione acting like some sort of…well, like some sort of girl, was daunting. For the last hour she had laughed and giggled at his jokes, stared into his eyes and caressed him with her finger tips a dozen times. The scariest thing was that she hadn’t pointed out any interesting facts or corrected him once at all. Maybe she was possessed. 

The dance had come to an end. He and Hermione were walking back to the train. She had wrapped her arm through his, and now they were strolling shoulder to shoulder, her breast pressed securely against his elbow. Ron had the stiffest, most aching erection that he could remember. Their slow pace along the leaf covered walkways was agony. He couldn’t wait until he was alone in the cubbyhole of his bathroom on the train. There, he could beat his meat to the memory of Hermione’s soft breast. That was the most he could hope for, wasn’t it? He turned his head slightly and caught the wildflower smell of Hermione’s shampoo. When had he grown a head taller than her? She suddenly seemed positively fragile. Damn, his dick hurt.

“Nice night,” said Hermione. 

“Uh…yeah,” said Ron. He suddenly realized that they were alone. They had managed to lag behind all the returning students. “I wonder where Ginny and Harry got off to?”

Hermione steered them off the walk towards a statue of some wizard or another. She leaned back on the base of the statue and drew Ron near. She took his hands in hers and put them on her hips. Looking up into his eyes, she said, “I think they left the dance together.”

Ron stared down into her big brown eyes. “Who?” he asked. Hermione smiled and then pursed her lips slightly. She lifted her face.

Ron was hardly experienced when it came to kissing girls, nevertheless he couldn’t misread this invitation. Shaking with anticipation, he softly, cautiously put his lips on hers. For several seconds both teens were frozen in place, then Hermione took the initiative. Her lips nipped at Ron’s upper lip and then the lower. When her tongue got into the act, Ron thought that he was going to cum in his pants. At first the moist tip merely tickled the rim of his lips, but then she pushed on into his mouth.    

Ron couldn’t believe it. The feel of Hermione’s tongue on his was electric. Somehow, he knew not to press matters to much. He’d seen boys who practically chewed at their girlfriend’s faces. Almost casually, he explored Hermione’s mouth with his tongue. He was so lost in the kiss, he actually jumped when he felt her hand grope at the front of his jeans. “Wha…what are you doing?” he asked incredulously. 

“You don’t like it?” she said as her palm ran the length of his erection. 

“I like it,” said Ron, “but we’re kind of in the open here.” He looked around to see if, indeed, anyone was watching them. 

“Over here then,” said Hermione. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled him around the statue until they were hidden in a dark shadow. Not hesitating, she pulled down his zipper and seconds later she had his hot cock exposed to the cool night air. 

“Oh, Hermione,” moaned Ron. He fully expected to wake up from a particularly nice wet-dream now, his pajamas stained by a big wet spot. But it was no wet-dream. Hermione began to tug at his cock. Her strokes were awkward and uneven, but that hardly mattered because Ron blew his load almost instantly. A soft squeal of surprise escaped Hermione’s lips when his dick swelled and a half-dozen shots of creamy cum leapt from its tip and fell to the ground. “Oh fuck, shit, yeah,” whispered Ron breathlessly as the hot cum rocketed through his dick. He had to steady himself on the base of the statue as he milked the last drops from his softening penis and then put it away. He gave Hermione a quick kiss. “That…that was amazing,” he told her.

Ron and Hermione resumed their slow stroll back to the train. Ron didn’t know what to think. Hermione still clung to his arm. Thankfully, she hadn’t become all chatty, planning out their immediate future in minute detail. They reached the train and went to Ron and Harry’s compartment. Neither Harry, nor Ginny, nor anyone else was there. An elf, or perhaps a bit of magic had turned the seats into two narrow bunk beds, complete with crisp, white sheets and soft woolen blankets. 

“I wonder where Harry got to?” said Ron as he checked his watch. “It’s almost curfew.”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” said Hermione. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down for a hard kiss. 

Ron was stunned, but he responded eagerly. There were no tentative pecks on the lips this time. Tongues were exchanged immediately as they slipped and slid together. For a second, Ron wondered what had gotten into Hermione, but then the thought was driven from his mind by a wave of sexual heat. His cock was steel hard and eager once more. Before he knew it, he had placed his hands on the twin globes of Hermione’s firm ass, and now he was pressing her hips to his, grinding his hard-on against her supple body. 

When they broke the kiss, both teens were panting. “Maybe we ought to sit down,” she said.

“Oh…okay,” said Ron. He figured she wanted things to cool off. Well, that was alright. The evening had already been pretty amazing. He sat on the lower bunk. There was enough headroom for him to lean back against the compartment wall. He was surprised as hell when Hermione practically crawled on top of him. Somehow, her narrow skirt had ridden above her knees; Hermione was showing a provocative amount of thigh.

She resumed their deep, wet kisses. Her hands roamed all over his chest and shoulders, occasionally dipping down to give his rock-hard cock a squeeze. Ron didn’t know where to put his hands. Did he dare risk grabbing some tit? She didn’t seem to mind his hands on her ass. His free hand was sort of hovering in indecision when Hermione took it and put it on her hot thigh. He began to have thoughts about cum filled pants once more. The next time her hand found his cock, he humped his hips upward, trying to encourage another hand-job. 

“Uh, uh,” she murmured into his mouth between wet, sloppy kisses. “It’s my turn now.”    

Her turn? Ron didn’t have a fucking clue, but Hermione took him in hand. She slid his hand up her smooth thigh until he was entering the exotic, mysterious realm that existed between a girl’s legs. Hermione twisted and shifted about until her skirt was around her hips. She spread her legs.

“Put your finger here,” she instructed a dazed Ron. “Now back and forth…lower…now not so hard…oh, that’s good…yes, just like that.”

Ron’s finger twitched back and forth on Hermione’s panties. His finger kept bumping over something – he assumed it was her clitoris. That was what got girls off wasn’t it? “Is this alright?” he asked.

“Mmmm…yeah, just don’t stop,” Hermione said softly. 

Ron did his best to keep his hand right where it seemed to be achieving spectacular results. Not that it was easy. Hermione’s hips swayed first one way and then another. One second she was thrusting against his palm, and the next second she was pulling away. His hand, and then his arm, and then his shoulder began to ache, but he was damned if he was going to risk changing anything. 

“Oh, Ron. Oh, dear,” Hermione whined in a very un-Hermione like tone. Her ass practically came off the bunk as she heaved upward. “Harder, Ron…harder…faster.”

Ron thought his arm was going to drop off, but he bit his lip and did as he was told. After all, he was eliciting from Hermione the most erotic moans and oh’s and ah,s that he’d ever heard. It went on for what must have been a full minute, and then she fell back on the bunk, panting and smiling. 

After a moment, Hermione stood. She pulled her skirt back into place and smiled at Ron. “That was fantastic, now don’t move, I’ll be right back.” She disappeared into the compartments tiny bathroom.

Ron massaged his aching arm, grinning all the while about his good fortune. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t wait until he could tell Harry. Or really, could he tell him anything? And just where in hell was Harry, anyway. The door to the bathroom slid open and Hermione reappeared. Ron feared that she would be back to her businesslike self and take her leave. Instead, she smiled provocatively as she crossed the short space between them. “And now,” she announced, “it’s your turn again.” Ron felt a warm surge of pre-cum escape his steel-hard cock. 

*

“Shhh,” shushed Harry for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes. He was leading the group of Hogwarts girls back to the train, and they were well past curfew. Ginny was in the van, making sure that none of the sex-addled girls wandered away. He was trying to approach the train quietly, but the girls seemed to be incapable of being such. Everything was quiet now, except for their footfalls. Then he heard some whispers and then the giggles began again. He timed one more shush so that they arrived at the train in relative silence. He tapped on one of the carriage doors, and was immensely relieved when the door slid open to reveal Hermione. She stepped out as the other girls began to board the train.

“Everything go alright?” he asked.

“No problems,” she answered.

“Did Ron miss me or Ginny?”

“Not particularly,” Hermione said. 

Harry studied Hermione. She seemed very calm; he might even call her stunned. “Do I want to know what went on between you two?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” she said with a wistful smile.

*
Harry dodged a well aimed bludger and swerved his broom sharply into the path of one of the Americans. Harry smiled smugly to himself as the American grimaced in pain when he had to jink upwards sharply to avoid a collision. The match had gone pretty much as he had thought it would. At first, the Americans had managed to take a slight lead in the scoring. They had used the superior speed and turning ability of their brooms to their advantage. But Harry had warned Tom Smith that this might happen and so Tom had put the Hogwarts’ team on the defensive from the outset. As the low scoring match dragged on, the Americans lost their drive. Of course that had been Harry’s intention all along. The previous evening, Harry had watched as the American team had taken full advantage of the novus erectus spell. He and Ginny had seen the Americans produce orgasm after cum spewing orgasm. And now they were paying the price. He could just imagine how those brooms, despite their saddles, felt when they jammed against the sore and inflamed testicles and cocks of the American players. Not that he was immune. Ginny had coaxed the cum from his balls several times. As a result, he was making very wide, very gentle turns. He wasn’t going to make any sudden lunges for the snitch if he could help it. 

In the end, Hogwarts won the match by a thin margin. Harry hoped that the close call would scare Ron and teach him a lesson about betting on sure things. If not, he was sure that Hermione would preach it to him word by excruciating word. 

Once the final goal was scored, both teams landed and they had the obligatory after match congratulations and handshakes. Harry’s hand was mauled once again, but he also received several smiles and conspiratorial winks from the Americans. Apparently, they appreciated everlasting erections more than a meaningless win at quidditch. 

Harry was walking back to the locker room when he heard someone call his name. Turning, he saw a tall figure in wizard’s robes striding across the pitch. “Professor Dumbledore, I didn’t know you were here,” Harry said.

Reaching Harry, Dumbledore said, “I just popped across to see the match. Not the finest display of skill I must say, but at least we won the day.”

“I know,” said Harry. “Did you see the brooms they were riding?” They talked quidditch for a minute, and then they resumed their walk across the pitch. 

“So, how has your experience with the Senior team gone?” asked Dumbledore.

“Fine, Professor,” said Harry. 

“Good, I thought that you might be to young for the team, but your captain, Tom Smith, tells me that you took to the uh…oh let’s say perquisites, very nicely,” Dumbledore said with one of his enigmatic smiles. 

Harry stopped in mid-stride. He stared at Dumbledore as several things became clear to him. Dumbledore knew all about the Senior team’s meeting rooms at Hogwarts. He was undoubtedly the one who kept them hidden. And, of course he was the source of powerful magic that made that room possible on the train. 

“As you know,” continued Dumbledore as if he’d said nothing of consequence, “not all learning takes place in the classroom. You of all people should know that.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Professor,” said Harry.

End    
