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An Odd Crush	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 192134 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Hi everyone! Thanks for all the reviews and ratings, I really do appreciate them. I can't believe how many hits my pervy little story has gotten! I'm going to try and keep updating this while I'm full of beans and ideas, so hopefully not as long until the next one. In response to one review though, there will definitely not be any Draco added to the mix. Sorry, I just don't like him!
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It had been an eventful few days for Harry. His relationship with Hermione was coming back to where it had been, Pansy had been dropping odd hints about something she was planning, and oh yes, he’d saved one of his best friends lives. Again. Of course, he mused as he walked along, the upside seemed to be that Ron's relationship with Lav Lav was temporarily on hold while he was in the hospital wing recovering from being poisoned, and no one had to watch them trying to swallow each other whole. So he was almost in a day dreaming state of mind as he was walking back to the Gryffindor common room with his Quidditch gear after a practice when he found himself grabbed and pulled into a broom cupboard, the door slamming closed and leaving him in total darkness. She had him off balance and so all he saw was a skirt and some bare legs, he didn’t even manage to get his head up in time to see what colour hair she had.
“What the hell?” he snapped as he was pushed backwards until his back was against a wall. A finger was pressed against his lips as the girl moved much closer to him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. By their size it didn’t feel like Pansy, and unless she was crouching a little then she was far too short to be Daphne. He’d entertained the idea that the hints Pansy had been dropping related to involving another girl, but he felt that had been more in terms of a voyeur, not finding someone to accost him in the corridor. “Who are you?” he asked impatiently. Again the finger was pressed against his lips, this time followed by a very gentle shushing, really just a slight exhalation of air, again giving him no clue as to who she might be. However, if she wanted to do him any damage, she could easily have done it by now, so he relaxed a little from the hair trigger alert he was on. He felt her touch his hands and place his palms on the wall behind him on either side of his hips. Her wand tapped each hand, and abruptly he realised she had stuck his hands to the wall. “Damnit!” he cursed. “What the hell do you want?”
He jumped as a hand cupped his balls and squeezed very gently. Really? She just wanted his cock? He heard his zipper being pulled down and then a hand slid into his trousers and then into his boxers. She grasped his member and started to massage it gently. His body began to respond almost instantly, hardening under her touch. She stroked him a few times before releasing him and unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles in one movement. He felt her breath on his cheek, then heard movement, and felt more breath on the head of his cock. This was so weird, a girl whose identity was a total mystery to him was about to go down on him! Her hands were on him again, and then a tongue was dragged up the length of his cock from his balls to the tip, making him shudder. Slowly he felt lips slide over the head of his dick, and the girl started to work him into her mouth. Her hands were still exploring his crotch, fondling his balls or stroking him in time with her mouth. It had been a couple of days since his last meeting with Pansy and so he knew he wasn’t going to last long, and it was probably going to be a big load when it came. As she continued however it seemed to Harry that despite her boldness in doing what she was, she wasn’t actually all that experienced. She wasn’t really using her tongue or taking much more than a couple of inches of him into her mouth. Not that he was complaining exactly, it just struck him as odd.
However, as a warm and wet mouth will do to a teenage boy, he felt his orgasm coming. He decided not to say anything, maybe that would teach her to keep him in the dark (literally!) like this. It felt strange not being able to do anything with his hands, and he realised that actually it was kind of a turn on, his pleasure being entirely dependent on her actions. He wanted to put his hands on her head and thread his fingers into her hair, but instead his whole mind was focused on the hot, almost burning sensation as his cum worked its way up his cock, seconds before he filled her mouth with hot spunk. He let out a breath that he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding as his cock jerked, shooting cum into his mystery assailants mouth with every spasm. She held him there for a few seconds until his final twitch produced no more than a dribble, and pulled away, and he heard the sound of swallowing followed by a breath being sucked in. A scuffing sound, and another breath, much closer to his face this time, she must had stood up.
“Now do I get to find out who you are?” he asked. She leaned closer and must have stood on tip toes because the tip of her nose brushed his, but he felt her shake her head. “Fine,” he heaved. “Are you at least going to let me go? I’m not going to have to shout for help until Filch comes along, am I?”
There was a sound like laughter somehow being suppressed, and then the brush of noses and a shake of the head again, followed by two fingers being pressed to his lips.
“Two? Two minutes?” Again the noses, but this time a nod. “Fine,” he answered in a resigned tone. “Are you planning on doing this again?” he asked, desperate to ask a question that would require more than a gesture to answer, but not quite able to think of one. This time she pressed her whole body against him and he felt her breath on his neck, before he also felt her shrug. “Can you give me some warning next time if you do?” Again, a little stutter of air on his neck like a suppressed laugh, and again a touch of the noses and a shake of the head.
He felt the girl draw away from him, and with no warning a blindfold was conjured over his eyes. He jerked backwards, but all that happened was he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Well, that was interesting, he thought as he waited for the spell sticking his hands to the wall to disappear. Hopefully no one would come and find him between now and then, hands to the wall and trousers round his ankles.
As he lay in bed that night, Harry tried to think on who his mysterious “assailant” could be. It was hard to think in terms of her being an assailant when she had given him a blowjob. So. Not Pansy, her breasts were too large to have been the girl in the cupboard. Same went for Lavender, not that he could see her doing this when Ron was around. Daphne was too tall. Not Parvati, he had clearly seen bare white legs, not even any socks. She had also performed non-verbal magic, which ruled out most people below sixth year. Unless she’d just been whispering the spells very quietly? If that was the case then Romilda Vane was a definite suspect, she’d already proven she wasn’t averse to slipping him a love potion given half a chance, and might well have simply decided to stop being subtle about her overtures to him. If it happened again he’d have to try and definitively rule out whether she was using non-verbal spells or not. Until then, Romilda Vane was a definite suspect. Ginny? She seemed perfectly happy with Dean, but there was the issue of a longstanding crush. Possible but unlikely, he decided. Cho was out on the colour of her skin. Luna? Hmm. Luna was definitely off the wall enough to do something like that. She was a Ravenclaw and extremely bright, so despite being a fifth year could probably pull off non-verbal magic, and she was about the right height and build. The girl had been quite a lot shorter than him, probably not much over five feet tall, maybe five two. Of course, going on build, that also made Hermione a possible. It seemed extremely unlikely after their recent talk, but only Merlin knew what went through a girls head sometimes.
As he pictured these girls, Harry felt his cock stirring. He reached down to stroke himself under the covers, thanking the gods as he had many times before for whichever genius had decided to put curtains around the beds for some extra privacy.
Katie Bell? She was about the right build and would be able to do all of the necessary magic. She also would have known that he would be on his way back from Quidditch practice. Hmm. She’d never shown the slightest interest in him that way before, but he was well aware that girls considered most boys to be utterly clueless at picking up their flirting. It was entirely possible she’d been flirting with him for years and he’d never noticed. He pictured each girls face bobbing up and down on his dick as he considered the possibilities. Of course, if it was simply some random girl who he’d never really met then he was never going to get it. He thought back to his fourth year when random girls had started asking him to the Yule ball, third or even second years. He pictured one of those girls for a few seconds, he couldn’t remember if she’d been a third or second year right now, but she had been cute as hell. As he imagined this young girl sucking on his knob, he grunted and came all over his belly.
Tomorrow, he thought as he waved his wand to clean up the mess. He’d start observing a little and see if he could work out who it had been. It might even be good practice for being an Auror, he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
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Harry was extra observant the next morning in the great hall. None of the Gryffindor girls appeared to be acting any different towards him, though was Romilda looking at him more than usual? Or had he just not noticed before? Damnit he thought, why don’t I pay more attention? Lunda certainly noticed him trying to study her a little, and got an absent minded smile and a small wave in response, which he returned. The problem with Luna wasn’t trying to spot odd behaviour, it was trying to work out which new odd behaviour might relate to activities like oh, randomly sucking a guy off in a broom cupboard. She was wearing socks today, but then all the girls were. Mind you, Luna’s dorm mates had a habit of stealing her shoes. Might they have hidden her socks yesterday? It was tenuous, but Luna was quickly becoming his prime suspect. Well, her and Romilda Vane anyway, who was a strong suspect based on the fact that she was apparently prepared to do just about anything to get her claws into him. Maybe he could start carrying the Marauders Map with him, and then maybe he would have a chance after she left to see who was closest. If it even happened again of course. The girl had shrugged when he asked the question, but he suspected it would. And if he was honest with himself, he hoped it would too. The idea of being sucked off by some total stranger was a weird turn on. He and Pansy had started out as a ‘just sex’ kind of thing, but had turned into something much more. How much of a relationship could you develop with a silent partner in the dark?
He got up to head back to his dorm and grab his schoolbag for classes when he was jostled from behind. He turned to see the Slytherin girls.
“For Merlins sake Potter, can you keep your eyes open just once?” It was Pansy who had spoken, with Tracy Davis and Daphne in tow.
“I’m pretty sure I was the one in front,” he remarked acidly. “You walked into me,” he snapped.
“That’s what you call walking is it?” said Tracy in a coldly amused voice. “The word shambling was invented for how you move around, Potter. It’s like watching a retarded monkey looking for bananas.”
Harry just rolled his eyes. Last year he would have tried to come up with a clever retort or a put down, but now he just wanted to get away to see if Pansy had dropped a note into one of his pockets. Once round the corner he checked his pockets, and was not disappointed.
“7pm. RR,” he read. 7pm was somewhat earlier than they would usually meet. Maybe she had something special planned. He tucked the note away again and hummed cheerfully to himself as he went back to Gryffindor tower. He was going to get laid tonight, and he had a mysterious stalker who just wanted to suck his dick. Life could certainly be worse.
Today wasn’t actually a bad day in terms of lessons, potions was actually quite fun now that he had a teacher who didn’t sneer every time he looked at him, as well as some extra help from the Half Blood Prince. Today Slughorn had them making an unusual potion, a de-ageing potion, similar the the ageing potion that Fred and George Weasley had used to try and enter the Tri-wizard tournament two years ago, but with the obvious effect of making the taker younger rather than older.
“Be careful with your ingredient ratios and with the stirring of this one,” warned Slughorn as they got started. “It’s a lot trickier than the regular ageing potion, and if you get it wrong then it can leave you a lot younger than you intended, and if that happens and there’s no one else around to sort it out for you, then you’ll be waiting for a few hours for it to wear off and return you to normal!”
Harry set to work, checking the book for any annotations made by the Prince. Obviously this was one he was relatively happy with as there were only a few notes and they were mainly to do with stirring, with some half stirs added in at various points. Hermione remained somewhat uncommunicative during potions lessons, she still felt that using the book was cheating and so would distance herself from him.
Slughorn wandered around as usual, chatting about methods and so forth with students. Towards the end of the lesson he raised his voice.
“Right, ten minutes everyone! You potions should be about ready by now, so bring them to a finish, and then we can test some of them. I have the antidote right here in case anyone gets it disastrously wrong. Work out a dose for anything between two and five years, your choice!”
“What do you think, Harry?” came a question from Hermione. He shrugged.
“I suppose I’ll try for 3 years. What about you?”
“I don’t know. This potion doesn’t seem to be very useful unless you’re doing it for a few years. Who needs to be six months younger? I think I’ll try for five years,” she said, measuring out a dose as she looked at the chart in the potions book.
Slughorn came round the class, testing each of the students efforts. Everyone seemed to have done a reasonable job with it, though Malfoys was a little ineffective. He said he’d been going for three years, but it seemed to have only reduced him by a year, maybe two.
“Harry m’boy!” he boomed, coming over to the table he shared with Hermione. “How old are you going for?”
“Thirteen, professor,” he said.
“Of you go then,” said Slughorn brightly, obviously expecting no problems. Harry picked up his cup with a small amount of the potion in it, and downed it. It tasted slightly bitter, but certainly not the worst he’d tried. Nothing seemed to happen, then he realised he was slowly shrinking. He grabbed at his belt as his trousers threatened to fall down, and within seconds he was at eye level with Hermione.
“What do you think, Miss Granger?” asked Slughorn. She shrugged.
“Yes, that’s roughly what he looked like when he was thirteen,” she confirmed.
“Well done Harry! Here, take some of this,” he said, passing him a small vial of the antidote. Harry drank it, and instantly felt his body ballooning up to its previous size.
“Right then Miss Granger,” he said, turning to Hermione. “What are you going for?”
“Eleven, sir.”
“Oh, ambitious! Off you go then!”
Hermione drank down her potion, and Harry watched as she went through the same routine he did, grabbing at the waist of her skirt when it threatened to fall to the floor. Within seconds she was standing in an apparent cloud of clothes that were far too big for.
“Well Harry?” asked Slughorn.
“I don’t remember her being that tiny,” said Harry, receiving a withering look from the girl, “but that is how she looked.” Harry studied her as Slughorn congratulated her, telling the class that it was often when trying to do several years in one go that problems in the potions brewing would be revealed and so many witches and wizards, if they needed to use the potion at all, would often take several smaller doses. She really was tiny, he thought. Four foot six at best, he estimated. But still, he realised with a shock, kind of cute. ‘You’d still do her wouldn’t you, you dirty bastard?’ he thought to himself. He mentally shook himself as she took the antidote and grew back to her normal size. Pansy was right, he was a total pervert. Still, it seemed like she was pretty perverted too, so maybe that would be okay.
By the end of the day, decent lessons or not, he was ready to stop learning and enjoy whatever Pansy had planned. He bolted his dinner and then tried to get as much homework done as possible before he had to leave to get to the Room of Requirement on time. Although Hermione threw him a slightly dark look as he went out the door, obviously suspecting where he was headed, no one else seemed to notice his departure. Once outside the common room he threw his invisibility cloak over his head and started to the seventh floor.
The door was visible when he got there, so obviously Pansy was already there. He pushed it open and found a new room inside. It was a bedroom, the huge four poster bed made that much clear, but it was decorated in old, dark wood that gave it a very rich feel. There was an open fire burning on one side of the room, and some light from oil lamps dotted around the room. Finally his eyes found Pansy, sitting in an armchair on the other side of the bed, and she wasn’t alone. There was another, younger girl in another chair right next to her.
“Glad you could make it Harry,” she said as he stopped dead, door closed behind him.
“Who is she?” he asked without any preamble.
“This is Cora Vuillaume,” she answered without any bashfulness. “She’s going to watch,” she added with a wicked smile.
“How old is she?” he asked dubiously, eyeing her.
“She’s twelve, and in second year. I know you like the young ones,” she said, the same smile still playing across her lips. Harry looked at the girl. There was no doubt about it, she was very pretty. Straight dark hair cascaded down her back, though she lacked any real figure.
“Can we talk about this?” he asked, still uncertain. It was one thing to tease her with ideas of younger girls doing normal things while they fucked, unaware of what was going on, it was slightly another to invite one specifically to watch them going at it.
“No,” said Pansy flatly, standing up and straightening her clothes. “Cora is going to watch us have sex. I put in a lot of work to find someone who was amenable to this, and was willing to do the necessary spells that mean she can’t tell anyone about it. Tell him, Cora.”
“I’ve sworn an oath not to reveal anything that happens here, so long as what happens is with my consent,” the young girl told him, her voice softer than Harry had expected for some reason, and with a slight accent that he couldn’t place. “I understand it’s sometimes used when discretion is required, but to prevent the possibility of the spells power being abused, consent is required.”

“You see Harry?” said Pansy. “Anything that happens here is good with her, as long as she doesn’t say no,” she said, with a slight emphasis on the ‘anything’.
Harry gave in. He didn’t have to fuck the girl, she was just going to watch. It would be a new experience, and so far he hadn’t really turned down any new sexual experiences, so why start now? Pansy seemed to recognise his acceptance and smiled.
“Good,” she said. “Now are you going to take off those clothes, or do I have to do it for you?”
“Why don’t you?” he answered with a smirk that was returned with interest.
“Fine,” she said, turning away. “Cora, be a dear and take off Harry’s clothes would you?”
Harry flashed a look at the back of Pansy’s head as Cora got out of her armchair. “Wait, what?” he asked. She turned and smiled sweetly at him.
“Well what I meant, I suppose, was I could have it done for you. Same thing, surely?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. This was clearly some kind of a challenge, and a test of will, just a reminder that while she might enjoy being used on occasion, she was still her own woman. Just see where it leads, he told himself. He remembered his encounter with mystery girl. She had held all the power in that one, and he’d cum hard enough to see stars. He spread his hands to indicate his agreement.
Up close, Cora was really quite small. Probably not quite five feet tall and with no visible breasts, although Harry was prepared to concede that the standard Hogwarts uniform didn’t really allow for showing off a girls figure. He let her pull his jumper over his head and then unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off and too the floor. She hesitated slightly before touching anything else, but he made no move to do anything for himself. If Pansy wanted to play this game, then they’d play it all the way. Gingerly she reached out and unbuttoned his trousers, unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor around his ankles.
“You might want to get rid of his shoes, Cora,” called Pansy, who was watching the scene unfolding before her with interest. Cora blushed and knelt down to untie Harry’s shoelaces, and he lifted up his feet at the right time to have her take them off and get rid of the trousers around his ankles. Finally he was clad only in his boxer shorts, and with a red face her fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled them down. He stepped out of the obligingly, leaving the young girl face to face with her first cock. Or at least, so Harry assumed. Actually it was possible it wasn’t her first, or even her first that she’d seen so close up. Still, she seemed to study it for a moment before jumping to her feet and retreating to her armchair, task complete.
“On the bed then Harry,” called Pansy. “We need to give the girl a show.” Harry walked over to the bed and climbed into the middle of it, noting that Cora was watching quite closely as his penis hardened in anticipation. Pansy started removing her clothes, apparently quite casually and just tossing them aside until she was also naked. She also got onto the bed and straddled Harry, grinding her crotch against his and revealing to him that she was already dripping wet. She leaned down to kiss him, and they snogged heatedly before she broke off, kissing his jawline to his ear.
“Just pretend she’s not there,” she whispered. “I want you so much right now!”
“I can tell,” he whispered back in a teasing tone. She ignored this and kissed him fiercely again before sliding down the bed, her kisses descending down his chest until her tongue trailed along the sensitive skin on the bottom of his dick. He looked down to find her looking at him, right before her mouth plunged over his member. He groaned, and looked across to their little voyeur. She was watching raptly, her hands fidgeting as she stared at the sight in front of her. Harry slumped back into the pillows to enjoy the blowjob, but before very long he felt cool air across his cock and Pansy moved back up to straddle him, and so he attempted to slide himself down the bed so he could put his tongue to her pussy, but she grabbed his shoulders and stopped him.
“Normally yes, but right now I just want you in me,” she said.
“Whatever you say,” he said with an upward flicker of his eyebrows. He lay there and watched as Pansy reached behind her to grab hold of his cock, pointing it upwards and lowering herself onto it as both Harry and Cora watched it disappear inside her. Harry felt her wet heat envelope him and let out a deep breath as he reached up to squeeze her breasts. Pansy held still for a moment, apparently enjoying the feeling of being filled, before started to move slowly. It was almost tortuous for Harry. Every time he tried to thrust upwards into her, she would sink back down on him, curtailing any movement. He tried to glare at her but she simply flashed him a taunting grin and went back to slowly fucking him, dictating the pace as she chose. He risked a glance to his right, and saw Cora now had one hand down her skirt, her skin flushed as she watched the two older teens have sex right in front of her. He looked back and saw a flush to Pansy’s skin too that was expanding down her neck and the tops of her breasts, and she began to move more vigorously. Still he tried to hold still despite all his desire to thrust upwards, and then she let out a gasp as she slammed herself down onto him and he could feel her vagina clutching at his cock, squeezing him as she came and moaned out her orgasm. As she slumped forwards, he rolled her onto her back with him between her legs, taking them even closer to Cora. She was now so close that she probably could have leaned forward in her chair to touch them, but Harry had almost forgotten her. Pansy’s teasing had driven him to the edge, and seeing her cum on his cock like that was the final straw. Without waiting for her to come down from her high he started pounding into her, drawing moans and animalistic noises from the teenage girl. She clutched at him and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper inside herself, and Harry felt himself squeezed by her pussy as he drove deeper. She let loose a guttural moan and Harry felt her pussy muscles pulse as another orgasm racked her, but by now he was on the edge himself and two most thrusts had him spilling his seed inside her, a cry escaping his lips as he buried himself in her, feeling cum spurting from his cock to fill her up with sticky white semen. As they relaxed, Harry became aware of a keening noise from the side of the bed. Both teens looked over to see Cora’s hips jerking upwards as she also rode out an orgasm, though still fully clothed. Gradually she stopped moving, and blushed when she realised that the couple were watching her.
“Nice,” said Pansy with a languid smile. She turned to Harry and pulled him into a deep kiss, still wrapped up in the feeling of bliss from two huge orgasms. They kissed for a few minutes, before they heard a small voice.
“Are you going to do it again?” asked Cora.
“What do you think Harry? Are you up for it?” Harry was more than up for it, he hadn’t even gone fully soft.
“I reckon I could,” he said, grinding into her.
“Oooh, yes I’d say so,” breathed Pansy. She looked over at Cora. “Tell you what Cora, why don’t you help get him back up. I’m sure he’d love to see what you’re hiding under that uniform.” Once again the girl blushed a little, but without hesitation started removing her clothes. Harry watched as she discarded her jumper and tie, followed by the white shirt, revealing a braless chest. There were definitely some breasts swelling there, but he didn’t blame her for not bothering with a bra. Shoes and socks were removed, followed by her pleated skirt. Both teens watched as she hooked her fingers into her knickers and pushed them down to the floor, kicking them aside and revealing an almost hairless pussy with just a few dark hairs clustered at the top of her slit. She was actually slightly more tanned than he expected, and he wondered if there was a connection to her name. Vuillaume? Was she French? She put her hands on her hips as she stood there, a somewhat embarrassed but still challenging expression on her face.
“Well?” she asked.
“I can tell you he likes it,” replied Pansy, making Harry blush a little himself. He had indeed felt himself start to harden as the young girl removed her clothes, and he was now almost back at full mast.
“I think she deserves a reward,” said Harry.
“Oh? What would that be then?” asked Pansy. In answer he pulled out, releasing a flood of spunk from her pussy.
“On all fours,” he commanded. Pansy just quirked her lips into a half smile, but did as instructed, and Harry reached for his wand.
“Glissando,” he muttered.
“Oh really?” asked Pansy, turning her head to look at him. He raised his eyebrows at her, and put a finger to her bum hole, pressing a single finger into her. Pansy’s expression didn’t really change though her mouth opened very slightly, and she held his eyes as he added a second finger. A third finger went in, making her moan and bury her face in the pillows.
“Are you going to put it in her bum?” asked Cora, wide-eyed.
“I am,” Harry confirmed. “Would you like to see it go in?” She nodded in response, and Harry removed his fingers, taking hold of his cock and placing it at Pansy’s pink rosebud. Already loosened by his fingers it stretched to accommodate him and the head of his cock disappeared almost instantly, to an accompanying growl from Pansy. He pressed a little more, and more of his shaft disappeared into her butt. He looked from Pansy’s arse to Cora’s enraptured face as he worked deeper, listening to the totally inarticulate grunts and growls coming from Pansy’s throat.
“Why don’t you give me a bit of a show too?” he asked. He truly was past caring right now. The girl had watched them have sex and was now getting a crash course in anal sex, she might as well give him a bit of a show, and she was cute after all. Cora flushed a little, but smirked a bit too, making Harry wonder if they taught that expression to sexy girls at some point since they all seemed to know it. She sat down in her armchair again but this time she hooked her legs over the arms, exposing herself completely to him. Harry watched as she started to touch herself, imagining how tight she would be. However tight she was, it surely couldn’t be much more than Pansy’s backside. He pounded into her, making her large tits sway beneath her. He kept looking between his own length sliding in and out of her anus, and Cora touching herself and looking very much like she was enjoying the scene in front of her. He reached around Pansy’s hips in order to rub her clit, prompting more noise from the girl, though still nothing intelligible. His belly and chest were resting on her back, and so he whispered in her ear.
“Look left.”
She did so, meeting the gaze of the second year student watching them intently while she masturbated, her legs spread wide and her whole labia flushed and red from the stimulation.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked her while thrusting, “To be watched while I fucked you?” Pansy managed to nod. “And do you want me to pull out and fuck her?” She shook her head. “Are you going to cum?” Nod. “With my dick in your arse?” Another nod. He kept thrusting, his own orgasm rapidly approaching. “Good, here it comes!” He buried himself firmly into her rectum, shooting his cum into her bowels for the second time in his life while he kept rubbing at her clit, making her own orgasm soon follow as she bucked backwards to slam herself onto his cock. He looked left to see Cora frantically rubbing herself before stiffening so much that her legs actually lifted her out of the chair. She bucked upwards into the air a few times before slumping back down, and Harry could see a damp patch on the fabric of the chair caused by her arousal.
He pulled out of Pansy, looking down at her gaping arsehole twitching as it slowly shrank back to its former size. Pansy slumped forward, rolling onto her side and Harry moved behind her to hug her close to his chest. All three of them relaxed, and Pansy looked over to their voyeur.
“Enjoy that?” she asked in a mildly teasing tone. The girl giggled and nodded. “Would you like a turn with him?”
“Really?” asked Cora, her eyes wide.
“Umm, what now?” said Harry. “I’m sure I’m supposed to get a vote in this.”
“Are you telling me you don’t want to?” asked Pansy, turning her head to look at him.
“Well it’s not that she’s not cute,” said Harry hurriedly, seeing the hurt expression on Cora’s face before he continued. “But she’s far too small. It’ll just hurt her!”
“Aha,” said Pansy, sitting up. “So you don’t want to because it will hurt her, not because you don’t want to?”
“Well yeah, everyones first time should be special,” he said, not recognising the trap she was leading him into.
“Then what about,” she said, rummaging in a bag next to the chairs, “Using this?” She held up a small vial filled with a blueish liquid that Harry looked at warily before realisation dawned.
“That’s de-ageing potion, isn’t it?” he asked in resignation.
“About four years worth, yes,” replied Pansy smugly.
He looked over at Cora. “Is this what you want?” he asked. She nodded vigorously.
“I’d love to have sex with you,” she said breathlessly.
He realised he’d been outmanoeuvred. Yes, he could have just flat out refused, but that didn’t feel right. And it wasn’t like he wasn’t attracted to her, but he would have preferred it not to be sprung on him like this. Nevertheless he stood and took the vial from Pansy, and she gestured for Cora to come and stand next to him. He was more than a full head taller than her right now, and hopefully Pansy had got the dose right. He uncorked it and drank it down. As in class, nothing seemed to happen for a few seconds, then he realised he was shrinking. He went past Pansy’s eye level, finally stopping when his eyes were just about level with her mouth. He looked at Cora, who while still shorter than him now seemed a much more reasonable prospect.
“He was cute when he was twelve, wasn’t he?” Pansy said to Cora, smirking. Harry scowled at her, but she just laughed. “Your lady is waiting Harry, and she wants you to take her.” She waved at the bed and then went to sit down on her armchair. Harry looked at his young partner and they both climbed onto the bed.
“Have you ever been kissed?” he asked, noting his voice was a lot higher than usual. She shook her head, so he leaned in to kiss her and she responded, opening her mouth so their tongues could touch. Before long Harry wanted to move things along and so he began to kiss down her neck, pushing himself down the bed slightly so he could tease her nipples, making her gasp. He didn’t linger though, he continued downwards until he reached her extremely wet slit, drawing a startled ‘oh!’ from her as his tongue flicked across her clit for the very first time. She was absolutely dripping, the tops of her thighs were coated with her juices as well as her pussy lips. She certainly didn’t need his help in becoming further lubricated, but he figured her first oral sex should have at least one orgasm.
It didn’t take long. Harry guessed that he had been going down on her for less than three minutes when she wailed out her orgasm, and he waited for it to subside before he moved back up so he was lying on top of her and between her open legs. He kissed her so she could taste her own juices on his lips, and held her eyes.
“Ready?” he asked. She nodded.
“Yes,” she answered. He looked left at Pansy, who was touching herself while slumped in the armchair, one leg hanging over one of the arms, and she nodded very slightly. He reached between their bodies for his dick, positioning it at her entrance. Holding her eyes, he pushed. She winced, and he pulled back slightly before pushing again. She gave a small hiss as he pushed into her for the first time but gave no sign that he should stop. Another push, another half inch disappeared into her virgin pussy. He brought his hand up fron holding his shaft now that he was reasonably inside her and wasn’t worried about slipping out, and stroked her cheek. With gentle movements he worked himself into her, until his hairless crotch was resting on hers. She was incredibly tight. He kissed her again and felt her relax a little as he distracted her from the inevitable pain coming from between her legs. He began to move, bringing moans from the girl beneath him, seemingly a mix of pleasure and pain. Certainly she was clinging to him with her arms, and her legs had fastened around him, he could feel her calves pressing against the backs of his knees as her whole body clutched at him. If only this could have happened when he was actually twelve! The potion must have had some effect on his stamina as well, as he was quickly approaching orgasm, which would make it number three for the night. Not that that was particularly unusual for him, but he would normally have expected the third time to take a bit longer than it seemed to be.
“I’m going to cum,” he muttered to the room at large.
“Cum in her,” came Pansy’s voice from the side. He looked at Cora, who nodded.
“Yes, in me,” she managed. He kept pumping and then pushed himself as deep into her as he could manage, watching her eyes and mouth open wide as he did so, feeling his cum spurt into her. He held her gaze as he filled her no longer virgin cunt with his cream, before slumping on top of her and burying his face in her neck and hair. Her legs released their grip on him and her hands roamed gently up and down his body. Finally he rolled off her and onto his back. Pansy was watching them both, clearly coming down from her own orgasm.
“Well Potter,” she drawled. “It seems like you may have been capable of a few more rounds when you were younger.” She stood, bringing her hand from between her legs to her mouth to taste herself as she moved towards the bed. “Let’s see how many, shall we?”
Harry let out a breath. This was looking like it might be a long night.
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