Harry stood transfixed, his emerald eyes locked on the bustling crowd of platform nine and three-quarters. The usual start-of-the-year cacophony seemed magnified this year with the thump, thump of hundreds of footsteps. The noise of pet cages clanging and the sound of trolley wheels scraping against the platform floor overwhelmed his ears.
A whirlwind of movement surrounded him, strange characters adorned in peculiar attire gracefully gliding past. Their vibrant robes swirled with every step, casting a kaleidoscope of colors against the backdrop of the bustling platform. Harry's eyebrows furrowed, his curious gaze fixed on a young wizard who trailed behind an older couple, not remembering anyone of such features.
Strange…
He straightened his robes, the crisp fabric smooth under his fingertips, having changed before flooing onto the platform. After returning from the Greengrass manor, Blinky had been oddly vigilant about his whereabouts. It wasn't odd, really. His mother had entrusted Blinky with even greater responsibilities in the past. The only problem was he wasn't sure whether his mother had put her into the spying this time or it was her own prerogative. Especially as his mother had come to the manor just once, and that was when he was sleeping. If he wasn't so nervous about facing her again, he might have even been a bit hurt by her obvious avoidance of him.
Not like they could avoid each other after today.
"Harry!" A delighted squeal came from his left, cutting through the clamor of the crowd. The sound of Daphne's voice sent a jolt of surprise through him. "I was so worried that you're going to miss the train."
Harry almost did a double take. Surely Daphne wasn't smiling so broadly at the sight of him?
No. He wasn't hallucinating. The unmistakable sound of her voice filled his ears as she approached. He unintentionally stepped back as Daphne strode forward and took hold of his arm, her soft touch sending a tingle of warmth through his skin.
"Indeed, dear. I almost flooed to your home." Daphne's mother followed her daughter in a resplendent emerald robes, blond hair wavy, blue eyes piercing him with their inquisitive glint.
Harry shuffled, flushing. He remembered promising to visit her. Now, how was he going to mollify her without sounding like an arse? The weight of his embarrassment settled in his chest, making it difficult to find the right words.
"Well, I overslept," said Harry, more to Mrs. Greengrass than Daphne, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness. "Blinky was supposed to wake me up in case… but she probably thought I need more sleep. You know how she mothers me when mom isn't at home."
A huff of disapproval escaped from Mrs. Greengrass, the sound echoing in his ears, and Harry sighed internally. Crisis averted. At least he hoped the busty blond got the hint.
"He…hello, Harry…" A little squeak came from the smaller blond beside Mrs. Greengrass and Harry waved at Astoria, who turned bright red at his glance.
"Let's get to a carriage. I would rather not share with some firsties." Daphne tugged at his hands, flummoxing him completely. What's gotten into her?
Even her mother raised her eyebrows at Daphne.
"Won't you like to sit with Draco?" Harry asked, sure that they were dating. "Shouldn't you look for him first?"
"I'm sure he will find me." Daphne waved him off.
Now Harry was really alarmed. Admittedly, he was once very close with Daphne—A long, long time ago. But she had been quite distant for the last couple of years after hooking up with Draco.
Harry had half a mind to jerk his hand back before seeing the bystanders clustered around them. He bit his cheek and controlled his impulse, having no intention of sitting with her for the entire train ride.
Mrs. Greengrass gave Astoria a loving hug, which the young witch returned. Though Daphne's behavior was peculiar, especially as she gritted her teeth when her mom placed a kiss on her cheek.
Mrs. Greengrass opened her arms in his direction and Harry gulped, getting inside her personal space and tentatively placing a hand around her. The familiar and intoxicating aroma of her hair wafted inside his nose, along with the feel of her heavy breasts mashing against his chest. She squeezed him, a motherly embrace devolving into something lewd.
"I know about the shrieking shack," her whisper was sinful. "Just tell me the time and we can…" She thrusted her pelvis discreetly into his groin.
Harry quickly disengaged from the embrace. If it continued for very long, he knew everyone around could see the imprint of something inside his trousers. He had no intention of scaring some first year.
"Give Lily my best wishes, will you?" Mrs. Greengrass said, waving them ahead, and Harry nodded.
The moment he had stepped back, Daphne's soft hands clasped around his hand again. Oh, fuck me… this was getting ridiculous. He would not let any witch drag him around, certainly not someone's girlfriend.
Taking Astoria's hand in his own hand, and ignoring her 'MEEP", Harry let Daphne pave their way.
"Tori can sit with her friends, can't you?" Daphne asked, after seeing her sister being dragged along.
Astoria shook her head, thrusting her chin. "Nope, they can find me later. I will sit with you two."
"Surely, you would prefer to sit with someone you age?" Daphne whirled around and glowered at her sister. "No need to get bored with our grown up talks."
"I am just one year younger than you." The smaller blond glared right back. "And I haven't seen Harry for ages. I am sure we can catch up."
"Now, now, Tori, you can talk with Harry at Hogwarts." Daphne finally let go of his hand, and patted her sister on the head. "Just sit with your friends for now. I haven't talked with Harry for ages, myself."
"And whose fault is that? If you haven't been joined at the hips with that whiny Malfoy—"
Harry had had enough. With the way the sisters were nose to nose, breathing fire, he was sure of the upcoming fireworks. He took his chance as the Greengrass sisters were busy with each other and slithered away from them. He sidestepped some parents trickling around the bickering pair, finally releasing a sigh.
The familiar train seemed different, with the scarlet body gleaming with a fresh coat of paint. Even the windows he passed had the touch of maintenance charm.
What was going on?
Harry stared at a peculiar blue door, with the occupants unfamiliar, and the voice floating outside certainly not English.
He shook his head, climbing inside a rather sparse carriage, and quickly entered an empty cabin. His shrunken trunk floated to the bunk before taking its disenchanted shape; his wand flashed out and a quick locking charm sealed the door of his cabin. Only then Harry plopped his butt into the seat, groaning from the back of his throat.
Every year, the long train journey had felt arduous and lagging. Earlier he was among those who questioned the need of traveling in a train of all things to the Hogwarts, especially for them, who could travel from one end of the world to the other end in the blink of an eye. Now he wished this journey could go on and on.
He had heard somewhere that anticipation of a disaster could be even more frightening than the disaster itself. He couldn't agree more. How he wished to have faced his mother at least once. Now, he would face her in front of the entire school, not knowing anything about her current mood. Had she gotten over the events in France? Or was she still embarrassed about losing control like that?
"Fuck me!" He cursed under his breath.
His eyes went to the windows, where parents were milling around, waving tearful goodbyes. Just last year, his mother was one among them. Fussing over him with watery eyes..
Oh, how much had changed since then.
The Hogwarts Express lurched, startling him. The faces of the people outside blurred as the train picked up speed.
What was that? Harry pressed his face to the glass window, sure of seeing someone with long silvery hair. Even craning his neck to the extreme, he couldn't get a second glimpse. Surely there wasn't anyone of them here, in Hogwarts. Or was he still hallucinating about her?
The concrete structures of the London flew away, paving the way for the green pastures and roaming cattle. Harry was still questioning himself if the silvery tresses were his imagination when a click reached his ear. The door of his cabin jerked open.
"Harry!" A breathy whine reached his ears. And Harry winced.
Not her now. He had just escaped from one.
"Susan, don't you want to enter inside?" said the witch standing beside the busty redhead. With her straw-colored hair tied into pigtails, and round beautiful face, Hannah Abbott should thank her best friend for dragging a lion's share of eyes away from her. Harry knew quite a lot of the guys actually rate her the sexier puff among those two. He could even understand their logic. The blond witch, dressed in a tight fitted robe, looked less like a schoolgirl and more like those German wenches with huge fat tities.
Susan entered hesitatingly at her friend's arguing, eyes downcast. Harry wished he could find that cute, but in his current mood, it was mainly irritating. Hannah, though, was a different matter. The blond pushed Susan aside and entered inside the cabin like a whirlwind, pushing Harry from the window seat and taking it for herself. Taking hold of his arm, she pushed it against her body where Harry could feel those layers of fat that the curvy girl possessed. He only got a beatific smile in response to his raised eyebrows, wondering where did the usually shy girl got her courage from.
"So, Harry…Susan said some incredible things that are hard to believe," Hannah said, pushing herself against his torso. A weight settled on his left and the said redhead took her seat, similarly burrowing into his side. "Really hard to believe…"
No greetings. No small talks. Straight for the jugular? Harry envied Hannah's courage.
"I'm unsure about what you're referring to." The blond's smile just widened at his denial.
Surely Susan hadn't confessed about what happened that day to her friend?
A jolt ran through his body as Hannah's hand fell over his thighs, the thin acromantula silk so good at comfort and holding enchantments turning worthless against physical touch.
"To think a wizard our age could manhandle aunt Amelia…"
Harry swiveled, mouth gaping as he turned toward the blushing Susan. "You told her about that?"
"Well, yeah…kind of…" Susan stammered.
Harry just shook his head, hardly believing someone would confess those kinds of things to anybody. No matter if the person was your best friend.
"Forgive her, Harry. She could hardly string two words after that night. I don't think she even remembers telling me all those sordid details." Hannah giggled, "I have heard of fucking someone stupid, but seeing it with your own eyes…"
Harry cleared his throat as Hannah's confident hand crept toward his junk, with her redheaded friend's following soon after.
"Susan… Hannah…I really am not in the mood for this…" Harry gritted his teeth. To decline such blatant offers from two such busty beauties—his manly pride shriveled at the thought, but the worry about facing his mother gnawed at him, taking hold of his heart and refusing to let go the dozen different thoughts that were making him miserable.
"Are you still upset about last year?" Susan asked, her voice demure and innocent. The shy, perfect Bones heiress coming out; the same mask that had fooled everyone around her into believing her act. Heck, even he was enamored by the act and look how that turned out.
Not again…
"I can't believe she was such a bitch to you last year. If only I had known…" Harry turned to Hannah and saw her biting her lips. "She really is sorry, Harry. I swear."
When he had promised himself to not getting swayed by Susan's innocent act, he hadn't counted for the other Hufflepuff beauty's presence and he had certainly not counted the confrontation happening inside an empty cabin of the Hogwarts carriage with both of them literally shoving their tits into his face.
His resolve started crumbling faster than a sandcastle against a roaring wave, his hands itching to paw those fat tities and wreck two puffs" pussies with his rapidly stiffening cock.
"This isn't the right place to do this kind of—"
"So how about it, becoming the boyfriend of both of us?" Harry's thoughts halted the moment Hannah uttered those words. "We are aware of what every other boy thinks about us. Don't you want to have something that all of them crave?" That throaty purr was the final straw and his cock tented his groin, the thought too arousing to control himself.
Both of the puff's hands had almost reached his groin with Harry staring at Hannah stupidly, the pretty flush on the busty blond's cheek making him rethink everything he had previously known about the witch.
Wait… hadn't Nevile gone on a date with her?
That thought would have stopped him dead cold if not for the knowledge of his complicated relationship with his godmother.
But if the blond was this sensual, then how the heck did Nevile let her go?
Two small hands enclosed around his clothed cock, and He heard the heavy breathing of his companions with Hannah almost panting when her small hand couldn't encircle even half of his girth.
"Girls…really… we should talk before doing anything…" Harry said haltingly.
"There you are!" The slam of their door opening jerked the trio from the lusty trance and they sprang apart. Harry wasn't sure if he should be thankful for the interruption or curse the intruder. Things were just heating up, though he had this premonition that going all the way with the busty Hufflepuffs would have been as good as accepting their proposition. A proposition that he wasn't fully sure about.
"Why did you run off without us, Harry? We were searching for—"
Oh, hell… not this pair…
Daphne Greengrass entered the cabin and immediately narrowed her eyes as if sniffing the impending debauchery just with her gaze alone. Harry flushed as her eyes roved over them, before his eyes widened and he crossed his legs, wincing as his aroused dick bent unnaturally against his thighs.
"What are you doing with them?" Daphne asked, her nose wrinkling slightly. Even though she asked with barely any inflection, her derision was hard to miss.
"They joined me after seeing me alone." Harry sighed, heartbeat gradually decreasing. "And you and Astoria were busy, so I left."
Daphne huffed, before taking a seat opposite the trio, crossing her legs and showing long, pale toned calves as her skirt rode up. He noticed her thrusting her chest out subtly, the cut robes hinting at a perfectly proportioned figure.
"Tracey is already getting impatient, Daphy." Daphne's younger sister shuffled into the cabin, closing the door. "Maybe you should join her before she makes a scene."
"'Sup Tori? Weren't you supposed to be with your friends?" Harry asked, going for the least awkward conversion first.
"Well…umm, not really…" Astoria sat beside her sister, who gave another huff. "They are gossiping about some stupid stuff." The younger Greengrass girl was barely audible.
"Maybe you should join them." Daphne sniffed her sister's way before turning her nose, smiling at him and batting her long lashes.
"Why don't you join me, Harry? I have heard you got the highest marks in Arithmancy last year. Can you help me with a few equations?" Daphne said, leaning forward, putting her hand on his knees. "You don't have to spend the long hours with some unknown witches."
"Who are you calling unknown, Greengrass?" Susan's entire demeanor changed, spine stiffing and eyes narrowed. "I have known Harry for years."
"Maybe… but I am sure he would rather spend time with a close friend. We have been childhood friends, for you information." Daphne's voice was clipped as she glared daggers at the bustier redhead's way.
"And he had spent the last semester with me while you were busy sucking Malfoy's face." Harry's hands balled at Susan's reminder, nostrils flaring at the horrible recollections. "Why don't you go back to your boyfriend and badger him?"
"And you are the one to talk? Huh?" Daphne's smile was vicious, and Harry was reminded why some students call her the Ice queen. "Weren't you caught with your panties down inside the Library with Blaise? At least I have some self respect."
"YOU blond slut!" Susan's roar washed over him, the memory of that day coming to the forefront. Of seeing the redhead's half naked body on the lap of his supposed friend…
"OUT!"
All the bickering and name-calling stalled. Four pairs of eyes turned to him and Harry closed his eyes, shoving that disgusting vision back inside his psyche.
"You two: out of my cabin." Harry said, voice barely wavering.
"But Harry, please…"
"What about…"
"Go bicker somewhere else." Harry pointed toward the door. "Out!"
The blond and the redhead stood up, all the while glaring at each other, before turning to him in unison. Two of the most beautiful girl standing side by side and giving him such a pathetic look tugged his heartstring, but he ruthless crushed that impulse, knowing both would take advantage of his any weakness.
After a bit of shuffling, Daphne turned to the door and yanked it open. "I will talk to you later. Without the presence of any annoying pests." And with a last glare at Susan, stormed out of the cabin.
Susan, though, stood at her spot, thrusting her chest out and murmuring his name. Harry turned toward the window and dismissed her and after a few seconds, the redhead's heels clacked away, finally allowing him to breathe.
Harry leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. First his worry about his impending meeting with his mother and now those two reminding him about the darkest times of his lives. Would he get a break today?
One dainty hand fell on his shoulder before the owner of the hand kneaded the surrounding muscles and Harry jumped in alarm, almost forgetting about the other two girls.
"I am sorry about them. You want us to go away as well?" Hannah asked.
"No." Harry shook his head, enjoying the hand's ministration. Sure, he was upset with those two girls, but not mad enough to take his anger on some other bystander.
"You are very tense." Her voice suddenly became very intimate and Harry blinked, seeing the blond leaning into his space. "I can see you are troubled by something."
Surely he wasn't transparent enough that anybody could guess his mood?
"Harry…You don't mind me here, do you?" Astoria asked haltingly.
Harry shook his head, smiling at her with reassurance. Her sister might have slighted him grievously, but little Astoria was exempt from her sister's sins.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Hannah's fingers grew confident and Harry started enjoying the skilled strokes, groaning from the back of his throat. "Maybe sharing your trouble would free you up?"
Harry withheld his snort. Yeah, sure. As if he could confess about his misgivings. I unknowingly almost fucked my own mother. And my mother has been avoiding me since then. That sounded even dirtier than his expectation.
Harry shook his head. "Nothing serious. Just stressed about the term." It was the go to excuse for all the students, wasn't it?
"Yeah, I can feel that," Hannah said, snorting indelicately. "I have felt quaffles softer than your tensed muscles."
Harry shrugged, not denying her.
"You know what? Lose that robe and shirt and lie down." Hannah said suddenly, stopping Harry's train of thoughts. "Let me untangle all those knots on your body with my magic fingers." She wiggled her fingers in his face.
"What?"
"Eeep!"
"C'mon, don't be a wallflower. My aunt works in magical therapy and has taught me all of her massaging skills." Hannah stopped her kneading of his shoulders and stood up. "I will make you all mellow and relaxed before reaching the school. That's my promise."
Harry thought for a second before agreeing, pulling the robes over his shoulder and unbuttoning his shirt. Hannah enlarged her trunk and fiddled inside one compartment, and fished out a bottle of oil. "Won't that be all sticky?" He eyed the bottle with trepidation.
"Oh, boo… fearing a little oil." Hannah rolled her eyes. "It will absorb in an hour, you doofus."
Still apprehensive, Harry tugged the last button of his shirt and bared his open torso to the two girls.
"Oh, my…" Astoria's quiet squeal was adorable. The little hitch from Hannah also made him proud. After all, he had worked quite hard on his body for the last few months. Rotating his shoulder cuffs, Harry stood up, towering over the busty blond who bit her lips, nodding at him to lie on the seat.
The thought of Hannah's soft hands gliding over his torso was enticing, so he didn't mind somehow cramming himself into the smaller seat. His legs crossed as he lied down, head almost touching the front of the cabin.
Harry closed his eyes, breathing through his nose, and tried to relax as much as possible. The soft cushion pushed against his cheeks, a musty scent invading his nose of the charmed clean fabric. Hopefully, Hannah's supposedly magic hands would get him in the proper frame of mind for confronting his mother.
Hannah Abbott drank in the muscular back of the wizard lying in front, wishing with all her heart that he had taken off his trouser as well. Hmm.. It would come off soon, anyway.
She almost patted herself on the back for her quick thinking. Her earlier plan of seducing the Potter heir almost got ruined because her stupid friend had to open her stupid mouth and start a confrontation with a girl that was clearly trying to make a move on their target. And Susan, after messing up so badly last year, couldn't even follow her plan for fifteen minutes.
Hannah snorted. She remembered Susan coming over to her place and staring love-struck at the fireplace for an entire hour before she snapped her friend out of it. But the things she confessed after that…
Now, Hannah wasn't like Susan, who couldn't think straight after getting a glimpse of an enormous cock. No, she wasn't a size queen like her redhead friend. Sure, a cock big enough to mess her insides was a bonus, but what truly titillates her was a wizard taking charge, tying her up and have his way with her voluptuous body. Even if she begged and pleaded with him to stop.
Learning that, Harry Potter, the same boy who used to follow Susan around like a lost puppy last year, had turned into a piece of hunk with a cock big enough to make a giantess wobble had been shocking, but to hear him debasing and humiliating her friend along with the feared Lady Bones had almost made her cream her panties on the spot.
Honestly, it was almost too good to be true.
But then her friend confessed about her ploy last year of humiliating the same wizard with one of his friend, the guy Susan had been eying for the last year. Hannah just shook her head at her friend's stupidity. But now that Susan had become honestly obsessed with Harry Potter and want to date him by any means necessary, Hannah had to think of a plan. It wasn't difficult convincing her friend the only way Harry would forgive her was by giving him something too enticing to refuse. And was there anything more enticing than the offer of dating two of the bustiest girl of the year? Simultaneously?
Susan would get her fill with a horse cock and she with her depravity. Win for both of them.
Thank Morgana, she got a second chance to seduce Harry and her aunt Melinda for teaching her all those things that would help her hook Harry to herself.
The rustle of fabric made her turn to the other girl of the cabin and she wasn't surprised to see the dirty-blond-haired girl's one hand inside her skirt, gray eyes devouring Harry. The girl was almost gagging for Harry, so it wasn't surprising for her to start already. And Hannah also had no problem sharing her boyfriend with another witch. Especially if the guy was as good looking and rich as the last Potter male.
Her mother was right. It was better for you to know if your man was spreading his seed somewhere else rather than being in complete dark. If a wizard had enough in his tank to sniff somewhere else after satisfying her, then she would actually welcome the inclusion of Susan, or, even better, this young, inexperienced witch who would certainly follow her every direction. After all, it was better to be the favorite among many rather than being the one but obsolete.
With a final thanks to her mother for her wisdom, Hannah winked at the witch and shed her robes. The burnt green tank top was tight around her breasts and it came off along with the small brown skirt around her thighs. A cream-colored bra and panties hid her modesty, and she was pleased to see the bright red face of the Slytherin witch.
She put a finger to her lips when Astoria was about to open her mouth and picked up the bottle of oil, squeezing a healthy dollop over her palm.
Climbing over Harry's hips, she rubbed her hands together; the palms getting hot with the continuous friction. She squatted on her knees, not putting her panty-clad ass over his bum, and touched his back. Her fingers dug into the bulging muscles, fingers clawing and putting pressure alongside his spine. A relieved groan came from Harry, making her smirk. Oh, she hadn't even started…
"Keep your eyes closed, Harry. Just focus on my touch and my voice," Hannah whispered, her hands gradually climbing higher and reached his shoulders. The corded muscles adorning his broad shoulder were a wonder to touch, and Hannah had to focus hard to not lose herself in worshiping the perfection of Harry's body.
"That felt good." Harry's muffled voice reached her. "Really, really good."
"Oh, Harry…" Hannah leaned forward, careful to not rest her breasts over his back. The time hasn't yet come for that. "You are so tense… You need someone to take care of all these delicious muscles regularly. Maybe a devoted girlfriend?"
"Maybe you are right." Harry mumbled.
Hehe… the first hook.
Slippery warm hands glided all over the expanse of his back, putting particularly deep strokes the moment they met with extra resistance. The movement of her fingers mirrored his periodic groan, the tension slowly leaving his body—first his shoulders, then his pronounced delts and traps and finally his rotator cuffs, finishing with the lats.
She purposefully kept rubbing just above his beltline, her fingers moving first in clockwise, then in anti-clockwise motion.
"Oops. Your trousers are getting wet with oil. Mind if I take it off?" Harry shook his head, clearly enjoying too much to think about the consequences. Pushing her hand below his abdomen, she snapped the belt buckle open, then the trouser's button, dragging both of them down and Harry was so much out of it he just raised his hips, allowing her to pull the offending garments to his shins.
A green boxer short hid his cushy bum. Astoria stumbled out of her seat, standing over them and hands descending to the tight tush that was hidden from their view. She slapped the younger girl's hands away, shaking her head. Astoria just pouted, before going back to her seat where she snapped open the first three buttons of her white t-shirt, revealing her hot pink bra, hiding a modest pair of breasts. The younger witch also raised her legs beside her, dragging the school skirt above her navel where the cute white panty was wet and drenched just where her pussy should be.
Hannah just shook her head. The girl was even hornier than she had imagined.
Another application of oil over her palms and her hands now mauled the Harry's thighs, barely able to massage those densely packed layers of muscles.
"Someone has been working out~," Hannah breathed, lathering the oil now on the back of his knees. "I wonder if it was to impress someone."
"Hmm…" Harry snorted, the sound muffled. "It certainly wasn't to impress your friend."
"And me?" Hannah jumped to his back, hands again going for his broad back. "You have never thought about me like that?"
"Maybe? Or maybe not?" She shook her head as her massage seemed to have mellowed out Harry too much if he could make fun of her serious question. "Who knows?"
"Oh, evasive much?" Her hands flashed behind her own back and she unhooked her bra, tugging it from her shoulders. Her tits bounced after the release, her large pink nipples erect. Finally, she put her panty clad ass over his boxer covered bum, and lathered her heavy tits with her palms.
"Don't tell me you have never tugged your cock, thinking about sucking my tits?" She felt him getting taut underneath. "Or tugging my pigtails and shoving all of those fat inches down my throat until I can't breathe?"
Finally, Harry seemed to realize her innocent massage had turned into something else when he tried to turn back. Well, he tried, but that stopped the moment she laid down over his back, her puffy nipples digging into his well-oiled muscles.
"Hannah? What…" She loved when his voice hitched. "What are you doing?"
"Why, giving you a full body massage, of course?" She grounded her crotch against his bum, rubbing her tits while her hand massaged his shoulder. "A full body massage that requires me to use every part of my body. You got that, Harry? Every. Single. Part."
The tension in his body came back with a vengeance at her throaty purr, and Harry, using his superior strength, turned over, now resting on his back.
He couldn't have made her job any easier.
She had raised herself when she felt him turning so right now she squatted above him, and the first thing that his gorgeous eyes took in were her juddering tits, looking even more delicious well oiled and slick, with her nipples harder than a cut of diamond.
His eyes stuck on her tits then traveled to her navel, then her panty covered crotch where he could see a large dark spot forming rapidly. A healthy flush pinked her cheek at his hungry gaze, the wet spot on her panty getting bigger. She shook her breast, causing them to sway. Harry's eyes got progressively larger, and he swallowed. She was squatting well over a foot above him, so she was further surprised when a large cylindrical thing thwacked her covered pussy out of nowhere.
What the…
It was her turn to gawk as she saw Harry's boxers tented massively around his groin, crossing the impossible distance of her crotch and giving it a tiny kiss.
Morgana… No wonder Susan couldn't think straight these days.
Harry's movement caught her eyes, and she plopped her butt straight into his tent. A loud moan escaped her as her sensitive folds bashed against his cock, boxing it in between them and his belly. His own tries of getting up floundered, and he slipped back into the seat.
"Ngggh…" speaking was a chore as the cock flexed against her covered pussy. "I am a diligent masseuse… I can't let a client leave when there is so much tension in his body."
"Hannah…" Harry's eyes glinted, almost as if he was warning her before he snapped. Oh, dear… as if she needed even more encouragement?
"I think I know my mistake." She bit her lips, purposefully thrusting her chest out. "I should have been more through in my approach."
"Huh?"
"A massage should start from the head," Hannah leaned ahead and gripped his messy black hair. Her fingers danced on his skull, forcing his eyes close. "Doesn't that feel good?"
Her fingers followed the same rhythm of her hips, hands gradually lowering to his forehead, which she caressed gently. Softly applying pressure all around his nose and eyes, Hannah focused on her next target. His slightly open mouth.
"Now, for the next part, my fingers will not suffice. So I will use a more flexible organ of mine." Harry's eyes snapped open at her declaration before they blew wide when she captured his lips with her own.
"H~MMMPH"
Her slimy wet appendage pressured against his teeth, forcing them open before she dueled with his tongue. The clash of the wetness was intense as she moaned when he pushed her out of his mouth and entered her own.
The smacking of lips filled the otherwise empty cabinet except the muted groaning coming from the younger Slytherin.
Harry's hands crept up her body, to her heavy breasts when she broke the kiss, swatting the hands away.
She panted, breath heavy. It caused a certain reaction in Harry as he stared stupidly at her tits. "Back off, mister," she glared playfully. "No touching the masseuse."
Harry tried protesting, especially as his hands again rose for her breasts but she was determined, putting her hands on his pecks, and rubbing all over the beautifully chiseled contours. Her fingers tugged at his nipples, lathering the oil to his front just as she had done to his back. Her fingers stuttered at his abs, not having touched anything similar.
"Morgana… I have only seen this in magazines." The grooves glistened at her ministration and she bit her lips, her pussy itching at the visual stimulation.
Harry's emerald eyes were smoky, lips pulled in a straight line, and Hannah realized he was a hair's breadth away from pouncing.
"Though I don't think I have ever seen anything like this, even in the magazines." Harry didn't resist when her fingers gripped his boxer shorts and dragged it down his hips. A humongous piece of cock emerged, standing straight for a moment, then dropping slightly by its own weight.
An alarmed squeak came from their opposite and both of their eyes snapped in the direction.
The younger Slytherin had her modest breasts out, fingers tugging at her red nipples, and distending them almost a couple of inches out of her skin, but her other hand was inside a tiny looking cunt, cute white panties forced sideways, frizzy blond hair spread all around the impossibly tight pussy.
"Astoria!" Harry's entire body jolted as if he just remembered the younger girl there. Which probably was the case. His fidgeting increased and Hannah feared the sudden intrusion of the girl would spell doom for her plan. "She's…Hannah stop! She's too young!"
"Hmm… Too young, as if!" she said, snorting and dragging her own panties sideways just like the other girl. "She is a right slut in the making."
Harry gulped, his cock jerking beneath her as his eyes flitted from Astoria's cute breasts and pussy to her hanging breasts. "I'm not sure about that…"
"Oh, Harry… she would spread that cute pussy apart and swallow your gigantic cock without uttering a single no." Hannah took hold of the jerking monstrous piece of meat, the residue of oil in her palms working as a lubricant as she jerked it. A white, gooey, and honestly ridiculous amount of precum spurted from his flared red glans and Hannah wished she could get a taste of those delicious-looking serum. "Can't you see that little whore panting for you?"
"Harrrry…." Astoria moaned loudly, her eyes looking at his cock like it was the most wondrous thing she had ever laid eyes on.
That might not be far from the truth. Harry's endowment was certainly one of a kind. And it was going to wreck her teenage, tight cunt.
"But forget about her." His cock became slippery enough that her hands flew along the length. The male musk that suddenly became prominent through the cabin made her eyes water, joining with what she realized her own and the little sluts cunt perfume. "Your cock is so big that my hands aren't enough to properly massage this thing. I have to take some drastic measures."
Pointing his cockhead to her folds, she sank down the first couple of inches. "Hope you like this…." Her voice turned into a squeal.
Hannah's eyes rolled, mouth opening in a wondrous 'o" as Harry's cock punched through her clenched canal, her pussy parted, wet, inviting and needy. She tumbled over Harry, gasping as another few inches shoved into her hole, making her see stars.
"Fuck! Hannah! You are even fucking tighter than Susan!" A thrill passed her at Harry's admission. "Fucking hell, it's squeezing my dick like crazy."
Harry's moan reached her. She pushed her face into his neck, giving small kisses around and panting. His hands lifted, and he held her fat arse, dragging the doughy cheeks up, then down.
"Oh, my!" Hannah squealed. The sudden angle of penetration hit differently, with the blunt dome bashing against some sensitive spots. She heaved herself up, her eyes stared at Harry's pleasure laden face. "You are so big, Harry! No wonder Susan is all messed up now." She gave a peck at his lips, hips gyrating above him. The thickness slowly became immensely pleasurable, and she felt her body getting accustomed to split open, her young pussy making itself elastic and wet so that the stud underneath her could properly go to town on her needy body.
"Don't talk about her now." Harry warned before his hands reached up and held her breasts, which then he mauled viciously, juggling and pulling the nipples, treating it like it was some kind of bread dough.
"Aaaahhhnnn!" she quivered. Her breasts were very sensitive and tugging them so harshly hit straight into her fantasy of getting owned. Harry took in her expressions and amped up his assault, his hips thrusting up, jarring up her body and making her entire body shake.
"Fuck!" She couldn't hold her body weight anymore, falling again over his torso. The pain that Harry's cock brought with its savagery quickly turned into pleasure. And what a pleasure it was.
Her mind blanked, voice getting lost as he lifted her ass with his grip and thrusted relentlessly, a wet, disgusting squelch filling her hearing, making her flush.
She tugged at his hair, as if trying to uproot it and the pain seemed to spur Harry on, his hips getting into overdrive, an animal like grunt blasting from the back of his throat.
"How…How do you like my full body massage, Harry?" Hannah had to use every ounce of her willpower to make herself heard.
He snorted, voice breaking. "I should have known the best friend of a slut like Susan would have a similar slutty tendency." His fingers dug into the fat of her ass and a furious clap, clap echoed throughout the cabin, of his cock punching so deep inside her she could almost taste its musk.
"A slut like you had to give me a happy ending after the massage, didn't you? Or your whorish conscience wouldn't have let you sleep."
"NNNGGHHH!"
"I wonder if you really wanted to help me unwind or just wanted to unwind, yourself." His teeth ground beside her ears, but the words barely registered in her mind. A tingling had started into her abdomen and it was quickly spreading along her body. Her nipples were painfully hard, almost like they wanted to eject something. Her pussy muscles were clenching, and she realized what was about to happen.
"Fuck! FUCK! Fuck! I am…I am...going…"
"Take all of my dick, you blond wench!" Harry thundered, pushing everything inside her canal that he could and grinding his hips against her clit.
Her pussy lips vibrated along with her clit and she heard a scream. Her body jerked, almost making her fall from her place, but the huge appendage inside of her kept her skewered.
She knew the end was inevitable.
"Cummmminggg….."
Hannah felt her life itself escaping her body. The feeling of orgasm was so strong that she choked on her saliva; grunting and moaning above the wizard who had fucked her out of her body.
Harry kept hammering into her throughout her orgasm, her pussy spitting its juice, making his journey even more easy; a fact which seemed to delight him.
"I am still not close, Hannah. You are far from getting the tension out of my body."
Oh no! Her eyes felt heavy, a continued stream of orgasms racking her body. The barrier between pain and pleasure lost its meaning. The thing that replaced it was mind-altering pleasure.
She wouldn't be the same witch after this encounter. She could feel that in her bones. Good thing—that was exactly what she wanted.
Harry's cock jerked angrily inside the insensate witch as she fell limp. Only her pussy kept spurting up its love. Her heavy breast felt wonderful, but it was no fun fucking a witch who had fallen unconscious. Barely hiding his scowl, Harry sat up and dumped Hannah in the seat, pushing his boxers down from his knees.
His eyes fell on the other witch sitting opposite, a clear white liquid seeping from that tiny looking hole that her small fingers were working on. The small, perky breasts sitting on Tory's chest were something different, as he had never seen tits that small, but they seemed no less supple and suckable. Especially the way the long nipples were red and distended, almost as if asking for his teeth and lips to break what was no doubt a virgin flesh.
Harry moved toward Astoria, the girl scooting back and spreading her legs in a straight line, holding her thighs with her hand.
"Yes, Harry, yes. Put that co...thing inside me. Please make me a woman." Astoria's needy voice begged, and his cock gave a dangerous lurch. Fuck! Daphne's sister was someone that he had for years seen as his own younger sister. Surely he shouldn't do this then?
The smell of a virgin cunt beckoned him, and Harry felt his inhibition falling apart. He had already been inside Tori's mom. If Daphne wasn't a bitch, then he probably would have been inside her as well. Now the thought of completing the Greengrass set of witch was so arousing that a few drops of precum dripped from his cockhead on the cabin floor.
Fuck it! If she wanted it so badly, then…
He crouched in front of her seat, his dick pointing straight at the moaning girl. Putting his dick over her crotch, Harry blanched. His cockhead was well past her navels, almost to the middle of her ribs. A doubt formed into his mind. He had never slept with a witch that he had been afraid of hurting, especially as most of his partners were full-grown, voluptuous witches with bodies built for sin, but in Astoria's case…
His hesitation was apparent and Astoria put her small hands around the middle of his cock, lifting it just like he had seen some muggleborn first years lift their broom. Both of her fists could not enclose around his girth, and she seemed to lose her mind at that. Shifting in her seat and groaning, she put his enormous head against her tiny flower, the size difference making it almost comical.
"Please, Harry, I am ready. Make love to me. I have waited so long."
"I …uhh…" Harry pushed, the tiny opening not budging even slightly. Astoria hissed from above, and Harry felt her stiffening.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Hannah voiced from behind. "That honestly could injure her."
"Shut up, you big titted bimbo!" Astoria shouted, her face getting red. "I can take it!"
Harry himself stalled, reconsidering Hannah's statement. His cock wasn't happy, lurching and jumping in anger.
"Tell me, Astoria, have you ever taken a dildo? That cunt looks almost untouched."
"No!" Astoria took her sweet time before answering. "It doesn't matter."
"Harry, it might be too much for her. I have a big fake one that was honestly bigger than probably any wizard in the school except you. And I use it every day for at least an hour. But even then I almost blacked out after taking your length, not to mention the stinging of your width." Hannah grimaced before looking at Astoria almost apologetically. "Why don't you get used to a fake one and ask Harry to pop your cherry after you turn eighteen? Believe me, it would be a lot more pleasurable experience."
Harry stumbled back, eyes widening in panic. Shit! He had completely forgotten that she wasn't of age. And to think he was verge of being inside her…
His heart thudded inside his chest as he sprang to his feet, sweating in panic at such an averted disaster.
"But my birthday is just three weeks away. Surely it's not that big of as issue." Astoria pouted, legs still spread apart.
"No Tori. She is right. I shouldn't have done anything with you." Harry grimaced, seeing her tearing up. "You are too young."
"I know it's just because I don't have big breasts like my sister. That's why you don't want to make love to me."
What! Harry stared as Tori's eyes watered. What the hell was she talking about?
"I have liked you for years, but you have always wanted my sister. Not me, the younger and less beautiful Tory."
"Tori, that's not the case—"
"I know you will not make love to me because I am ugly!"
"Astoria! Shut up!" Harry took a deep breath, regretting raising his voice. "I admit, I had a crush on Daphne. But that was in the past. And the only reason I stopped now, because you are underage, not because you are ugly or have smaller tits." He shook his head when she turned her head petulantly. "Honestly, who told you that you are ugly, or that smaller tits were not attractive? And you still have plenty of time to grow; I know you will grow melons just like your mom."
Fuck! Laughing nervously, Harry quickly backpedaled. "I didn't mean like that…"
Hannah went past him and kneeled in front of the pouting girl. "You know what, I will gift you a large fake cock you could practice on and after you turn eighteen…you know."
Astoria blushed when Hannah winked suggestively, making a lewd hand gesture.
Harry's eyes fell on the busty blond's round arse, wobbling as she sat on her heels. Looking down, his cock was still hard, with the same blond's juices cooling down the length. Now he couldn't let the main instigator of this mess escape so easily, could he?
Hannah let out a cry as he lifted her up, and pushed her against the windows of the Hogwarts Express, her large tits flattening against the glass. The reflection of the blond showed her tongue out, looking at him with her sky-blue eyes wide open.
"Harry… I am still sensitive." Hannah gasped, but discreetly pushed her arse against his cock, making him smirk.
"As if I care about that!"
His cock easily found its destination. The sodden lips of her cunt easily parted for the invader. Harry was only in for his release this time, not caring that he had forced almost the entirety of his dick inside her so roughly or that her eyes had rolled in their socket.
A hesitating hand glomped his flexing ass and Harry reflexively pushed ahead, bumping into her cervix.
"Yes Harry, punish her for interrupting our moment." Astoria's hands roamed over his bum. "Break this bimbo on my behalf."
Harry did just that, taking hold of Hannah's pigtails into his hands and tugging it furiously.
"NNNGGGHHH!" a lewd moan got stuck in the blond's throat. "It hurts." And immediately she squirted around his rampaging cock, gripping his cock in her tight, vice-like heat.
His hips collided with her doughy ass cheeks and Harry so, so wanted to slap those pale globes raw, but his hands were already busy with her hair. The dirty muttering of the innocent Slytherin girl caused him to smirk.
"Hey, tori? Why don't you show your displeasure more directly to her?"
"How?" Her hands were now feeling his abs flexing.
"Slap those arse for me, will you?"
Astoria hesitated a bit before nodding. "Promise me you will take my virginity after my birthday?"
Well, his rhythm of pounding halted. Sure, fucking a virgin would be an experience, but he wasn't sure about Mrs. Greengrass's response to her daughter getting stuffed by him.
His hips stopped dead on its track.
"Nooo. Please don't stop." The blond Hufflepuff drooled all over the glass. Her huge tits would have made some poor muggle's day if not for the notice me not charm.
Harry Potter gnashed his teeth. Why should he care if one of his partner wanted him to not fool around with her daughter? He would do whatever the hell he wanted.
Harry turned and planted a loud smooch at the shocked Astoria's face, shoving his tongue and mapping every inch of that inexperienced mouth.
"Tori, I will fucking wreck you."
Loud slaps echoed as the young girl put her entire strength into her every blow, turning those jiggly cheeks as red as tomatoes. And Hannah just let out a keening screech, her cunt muscles tightening so much that Harry grunted after his every thrust.
The busty blond started shaking again, mouth permanently gaping just as her pussy and Harry finally felt the twang in his balls, his girth doubling, hips faltering as he prepared to seed his second Hufflepuff pussy.
"Here's my jizz, Hannah! Make sure to feed some to your slut of a friend." Harry grunted, pulling her head back and sucking on her throat. His hips jackhammered before coming to a stop, a vibration running through their joined parts. "That's the only way she was going to get my cum."
There was no response. His cock flexed and cannoned his jizz, the blond again falling unconscious.
They stayed like that, with the insensate witch impaled on his cock as he emptied his balls, before he withdrew from her hole and dumped the voluptuous blond on the seat like a sack.
Astoria pawed all over him as he took stock of the cabin, from the wet spots all around the seats and the window, along with the raw scent of sex that now became almost overwhelming.
Hmm…just a normal day in his life.
The usual chattering of the Great Hall washed over him, but Harry ignored them. He made eye contact with Astoria at the Slytherin table and send her a discreet wink.
"I can't believe you!"
Harry stiffened as the girl sitting around the table said that aloud. Turning around and trying to appear like he hadn't been doing anything incriminating, Harry smiled at Hermione. She gave him a venomous glare, though he did saw her pink at his attention.
Strange.
"How could you do this?" Hermione leaned over the Gryffindor table. There was genuine anger in her voice, and Harry leaned back.
Shit! Did she know about his afternoon's activities? Or had she seen him winking Astoria's way?
Even though Harry was kind of a recluse in the Gryffindor house over the years, Hermione had been the one who had kept him company the most, especially when she had to get away from Nevile's and Ron's brashness.
Upsetting his only friend on his return wasn't his intention.
"How could you not inform me about Mrs. Potter's new job?"
Oh, thank Merlin. His relief was short-lived as he gulped at the reminder. Hannah, it seemed, had been successful in her mission to get him to lighten up, as he had all but forgotten about his reason for despair. He turned toward the head table and saw her mother talking with Professor Sinistra.
"Hermione, I wasn't aware of her being the new charms professor, believe me," Harry said. "I learned that just a few days ago."
"Yeah, and I bet you were too busy to send me a letter." She said, before crossing her arms, dragging his eyes to some place that he hadn't noticed till now.
Damn! That bastard Blaise had made fun of him about getting together with Hermione, but now he wished he had considered that thought.
Who knew the supposed bookworm would blossom so suddenly? Harry almost slapped himself, remembering meeting Mrs. Granger once. He supposed Hermione's growth spurt was inevitable.
Shaking his head and pushing those horny thought in the back of the mind, Harry slowly cradled her hand and stroked it. "I really am sorry, Hermione. I was in a terrible place at the start of the summer, then Neville's championship arrived…"
Hermione shied away from meeting his eyes for a few seconds before she stared at him with narrowed eyes. "And what's the issue with you and Neville? He seemed furious the few times Ron mentioned you name on the train." She said all those words in a single breath, just in her unique way, and Harry's mind again went to the gutter.
Would her skill allow her to give great head? Surely her ability to hold her breath would come in handy in some other way?
"Where were you on the train, anyway? You didn't visit us."
"Oh… I was… you know…" Harry shrugged, causing her to snort.
They clapped whenever someone got sorted into their house, the number of the new students dwindling to nil.
"Where's our DADA teacher?" Hermione chewed her lips, making them glisten enticingly. "Mrs. Potter is going to teach charms, isn't she?"
"Uh..Huh." Now that she mentioned it, Harry also looked around the head table, searching for any unfamiliar face. He tried to catch his mother's gaze, but she steadfastly refused to look his way.
Finally, when every student had been sorted and Professor McGonagall had removed the Sorting hat, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, welcome, all the new and old students. We have a lot to announce and some of you might have already guessed what I am talking about." Dumbledore pointedly looked at the Weasley twins" way. "But before we start, let's welcome the one faculty that is missing among us. Please welcome our new DADA professor, the famous duelist and mistress of the dark art, Bellatrix Black."
A hushed silence fell over the entire hall, as if nobody dared to break the stillness. Then the great hall door swung open and the gorgeous witch strutted inside, her outrageously curvy body encased in body hugging black robes. And the dam burst.
The enthusiastic clapping his mother received was a story of the past as everybody started hollering at once, clapping, thumping their boots and creating enough raucous to be mistaken for an explosion. Aunt Bellatrix was also in her element, bowing down and curtsying and, if Harry wasn't mistaken, blowing some flying kisses. His own response was lukewarm, the suddenness of her arrival robbing his enthusiasm, but as she basked in the thunderous applause, Harry remembered the last time they met, with her proposing an apprenticeship his way. He got busy after, and by the time he came back to the party, the party had dwindled to a trickle and they hadn't been able to hash out the formalities. But now that she could choose anyone from so many students, a sudden panic gripped him and Harry jumped over the table and stated whistling loudly, dragging the eyes of everyone seated at the Gryffindor table.
Please notice me… Harry should have felt mortified, but adrenaline was a funny thing and only dragging her eyes to him mattered to him at the moment.
"Harry! Stop that!" He ignored Hermione's hissing, an enormous smile forming on his face as Aunt Bellatrix's eyes fell on him and she gave him a saucy grin and a discreet wink.
"Harry! You mother…" He almost slipped from the table as if someone had poured a vat of ice over his head; Hermione's words making his blood run cold. Climbing down the table and taking his seat, he gathered enough courage to stare at the head table—and wished he hadn't.
His mother's eyes were tiny slits, and even from the distance, he could see her nostrils flared like an angry cat.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He had royally fucked up!
Now how was he going to visit her after cheering so madly for her rival?
Harry tightened his robes, cocooning his body. The receding sound around him, Hermione's panicked whispers or the headmaster's renewed loud declarations washed over him, but his mind refused to engage the present, happy to ignore the world.
He thought he heard some cries of alarm, then cheering, then silence and then some odd sounds, as if there was some kind of musical event going on. Time passed, and he remained unresponsive, dead to the world. The fear from the morning came back with a vengeance and the knowledge of his newest fuck up made him wish he was back in the Potter Manor where the only thing he had to worry about was Blinky piling enough food to make his stomach burst open.
"—Potter?" Someone shook him gently, awakening him from his funk and Harry blinked. He stared at the pale hand on his shoulder with the long nails painted aquamarine, eyes following the flawless skin, before getting stuck at the blue figure hugging dress.
Harry blinked again. The silvery blond hair framing an almost identical face that he had the pleasure of seeing twisted in a rictus of pleasure smirked his way.
What?
He took in the great hall, with a few dozens of new students now added to the house tables. The burly looking males had taken their seats at the snake table and the remaining blue-dressed gorgeous girls sitting at the eagles" table. The only exception being the girl (woman) sitting beside him.
Harry gulped as Appoline's daughter leaned toward him. "I wonder what is so special about you?"
"Pardon?" Harry wasn't proud of squeaking that.
The veela's eyebrows arched. "Only a very special someone could have plucked the stick out of my maman's ass and replace it with his cock. I guess I just have to find out about it." Her nose almost touched his cheek and Harry was sure anyone seeing them from the other side would have thought of her giving him a peck.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Was it too late to change his seat? Appoline had promised him an invitation to her vineyards with proper compensation, and the only thing he had to do was stay away from her daughter. Why did it feel like that would be his hardest test yet?
A furious grinding of teeth reached him from a few seats away. Harry blanched after seeing who was making such an odd sound. Neville's hands were balled up, eyes murderous as he glared at him. Buy why would he…Fleur put her hand on his forearms, stroking the exposed skin. Neville's fork broke where he was pushing it against the plate.
Damn it…
A murderous intent burned his neck, and Harry sighed. Whom had he irked now?
It didn't take him long to find the source of the uneasy feeling. Even though his mother and Aunt Bella were sitting at the opposite end of the table, their behavior mirrored each other. Flinty eyes, gnashing teeth, and enough venom in their gaze to burn some unfortunate soul.
There went his hope of a normal year.