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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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Goodness me, what's happening here, another chapter, just months after the last one? I think we're nearing the end of this story folks, I have just a couple more things I want to do to bring things to a close for Harry and Pansy. I think this might be the longest chapter yet at almost 10k words, so as always, enjoy, and feel free to let me know what you think!

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Harry Potter was happy. It was an unusual state of mind for him, but at the moment he felt completely blissed out on his own life, and not just because he was good at something, or had gotten something amazing, but because he was in love. And someone was in love with him in return. It had felt right to say it, and he didn’t regret it in the slightest. He knew he meant it, just as he knew that she had meant it. He wished he could tell someone else, but the closest he’d gotten to sharing it with another person had been a quirk of Daphne Greengrass’s mouth that could have been a smile as she’d passed him in one of the corridors with Pansy. He couldn’t bring himself to tell Ron, and he valued his recently repaired friendship with Hermione too much to place a new strain on it like that. But, on the other hand it wasn’t exactly doing him any harm to be quietly happy, though people had noticed that he seemed pretty relaxed. Dumbledore had mentioned it in their most recent meeting, but beyond commenting how how pleased he was to see Harry looking happy he hadn’t said anything else, beyond the usual smile and twinkle of his eyes. Harry did occasionally wonder how much he knew, or guessed though.
He wondered idly what would happen when they did tell people. Possible reactions ranged from open disgust to pure bemusement. He sighed, wishing that at least one of the reactions would be positive. Well, Dumbledore’s probably would. If the man could see goodness in a black hole like Snape, surely Pansy would be no trouble. He looked at his watch for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. They’d arranged to meet at lunchtime in one of the deserted towers, but Professor Binns had been doing his usual job of getting time to slow to a standstill. Ron was staring slack jawed into space on his right, Hermione, listening attentively and taking notes despite the soporific power of Binns voice as he droned on about something or other, on his left. Magical Goblin artefacts, that was it.
The bell rang, and Ron jumped in his seat and stretched. “Thank God that’s over,” he exclaimed, as Binns simply drifted off through a wall. “I’m starved.”
“You could put at least some effort in to listening Ron,” said Hermione reproachfully.
“It’s hopeless, Hermione,” he said as he swung his bag onto his shoulder and they made their way out of the classroom. “I don’t know how you can stand his voice, but it just puts the rest of us straight to sleep, right Harry?”
“Don’t bring me into this mate,” he said automatically. He knew Hermione got irked that they didn’t try harder in History of Magic.
“Oh, and I suppose you were listening, were you Harry?” she asked immediately. “What was the lesson even about?”
“Goblin artefacts,” he said promptly, receiving an appraising look from Hermione.
“Hmm,” she said in response, but obviously decided not to push him on any more details. Which was a relief, as he wouldn’t have been able to tell her any.
“I’ll see you two in a bit, I need to do something,” he told them as he mentally plotted a way to the relevant tower from where they were. Hermione gave him another slightly appraising look but said nothing, and Ron just waved him away. He’d been disappearing on them for most of the year now, and they mostly thought it was something to do with Slughorn’s memories or meetings with Dumbledore and so said nothing, although now that he’d actually gotten the memory from his potions teacher that was no longer a good excuse. However they didn’t challenge him on it, and so he sped to his rendezvous with his girlfriend.
When he got there she was sitting on the windowsill, idly kicking her legs in front of her, her robe discarded on the floor leaving her in skirt and blouse. She’d obviously conjured some padding for the cold stone as there were some nice looking cushions built into a cozy pile. They were quite high up, and behind her the view of the forest gave way to Scottish mountains. “Hi,” he said, slightly breathless from the climb.
She cocked her head at him and smiled.
“Hi sexy,” she answered. “Have you come to make my day?”
“I’ll do my best,” he said, dropping his bag and closing and locking the door behind him with a spell. He walked over to her and kissed her, pushing her knees apart so he could get closer.
“Mmmm,” she purred as he broke the kiss. “Trying to get between my legs already. Impatient much?”
“I’m always impatient to be between your legs,” he told her, bringing a finger up to trace her jawbone back to her ear, then brushing a strand of hair back from her face. “It’s my favourite place to be,” he said, planting small kisses on the other side of her face and neck, while his fingers continued to stroke and tease the skin of her neck and ear. She let loose a small moan, and he felt her unbuttoning her blouse between their bodies. “Now who’s impatient?” he teased in her ear. His left hand left her neck and slid down her body to feel a bare breast. “Dirty girl,” he told her as he fondled her, gently rolling a nipple between his fingers to feel it harden under his touch. “Going braless like this during class. Anyone might realise.”
“Don’t care,” she breathed. “I wanted you to be able to play with them, so the bra got left off.” She looked at him with wide eyes as he ran his right hand up her bare leg and under her skirt, her breath catching a little as he fingers went straight from her thigh to her pussy. She shifted slightly to allow him better access, and his fingers dipped into her wetness. Gods she was wet, thought Harry. She was still looking straight at him, her lips curled back in on themselves as he probed her folds. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, ending on a high keening sound as he dragged his fingers across her clit. Slowly he began to kiss his way down her body, lingering on her breasts and prompting more moans. “Yesss, suck my tits,” she hissed out as he closed his teeth gently on one of her nipples. “Ohhhh!” she cried, making him grin before he headed lower once more, gentle touches of his lips to her belly before he flipped her skirt up and dove headfirst into her crotch. He lapped at her soaking wet pussy and enjoyed the sounds of pleasure coming from above, tasting his girlfriend again and again.
“Okay, okay!” she exclaimed, pushing him away. “Fuck me!” she demanded as he stood up and looked at her, his face wet and sticky with her juices. “I want to cum around your cock,” she said. He grinned, and kissed her while he unzipped his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down around his ankles. He broke the kiss and regarded the wanton look she was giving him, her own face now a little shiny with the juices that he’d transferred to her. Grabbed his cock and lined it up with the bottom of her smooth slit, pushing forward slowly, watching the expression change on her face as he filled her. A couple of pumps and he was buried inside her, enjoying the hot, tight, wetness that was her wonderful pussy.
“Ohh, fuck,” she moaned as she clutched at him, her mouth open in pleasure, her eyes half closed as he fucked her. He hadn’t been going for long when she clutched him even tighter, her legs wrapping around him. “Fuuuuuuck meeeee,” she keened, her pussy clamping down on him as her body jerked, her breathing ragged as he thrust jerkily into her. Finally she let go, slumping backwards. Harry kept up a slow pace, letting her recover from the orgasm as she looked at him, eyes still filled with desire.
“Pull out,” she said suddenly. He cocked his head at her in question. “I want to suck your cock,” she said lustily.
“As my lady wishes then,” he said with a smile, making her giggle. He pulled out, and she climbed fully onto the windowsill.
“Up here,” she said, patting the cushions. He sat, and swung his legs up so that he was sitting fully on the windowsill, the window to his left. He watched Pansy kneel between his legs and give him a wicked smile before she leaned forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth. He moaned, enjoying the feeling.
“Enjoying the taste of yourself on that?” he asked. She looked up without taking her mouth off him.
“Mm hmm,” she moaned, and he felt the vibrations on his dick. She giggled around him at his reaction, and then while maintaining eye contact with him she took him further into her mouth. And further. And then her nose was touching the skin above his cock and she’d taken all of him into her throat. He looked at her in astonishment for a moment before she began to move on him, small movements that stimulated the head of his cock as it moved in her throat.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, before she pulled off him completely with a loud slurping noise, gasping for breath but with a big smile on her face.
“Like that?” she asked innocently, her eyes dancing.
“Hell yes!”
“Good,” she said before she dove back down on him. She sucked him vigorously for the next few minutes, alternating between deep throating him and twirling her tongue around his cock.
“Pansy, I’m going to cum!” he said urgently. She looked up at him and kept sucking, her mouth moving rapidly over the head of his dick. “Fuck!” he exclaimed as he exploded into her mouth, cum spurting in pulses and making spots appear in his vision. Pansy held him in her mouth until he seemed to be completely done except for the occasional twitch, and then she pulled away. She sat in front of him and opened her mouth, showing him his pearly white semen coating her tongue. Then, with a smile, she closed her mouth and made a big show of swallowing, giving him a big grin to show it was all gone.
“Dirty girl,” he managed, and she giggled.
“You have no idea my love,” she said as she leaned forward again and took his cock in her hand. “I hope you have another round in you, because I want to go to potions with you cum in my belly, and in my cunt. I was hoping to have it in my arse as well but I think we’re going to run out of time, so that will have to do.” His cock was barely deflated, and he could tell it wasn’t going to go down too much with ideas like that in his mind. She leaned in closer and kissed him while she slowly wanked him back to full hardness, then brought her mouth to his ear. “I want your cum dripping out of me while I’m standing at my bench making whatever potion Slughorn has for us today.” He moaned a little at this mental image. “I’m going to take the one in front of you so you can see it running down my legs, and you’ll remember what we did.” She leaned back and looked down at his crotch. “Well, you seem to be ready to go again,” she said brightly, before shuffling herself over his cock and sliding down onto it. They both moaned as she started to fuck him, her large breasts swinging in front of his face.
“Fuck yes,” he muttered, enjoying the feeling of her body on top of him, her vagina sliding around his penis as she moved up and down. He brought both hands to her chest and squeezed gently. “I love your beautiful tits,” he said, bringing each nipple to his mouth and sucking on it.
“Hnnng,” she moaned. “Urghh, they’re not beautiful, they’re big saggy lumps,” she complained. He pinched a nipple firmly in response, making her yelp.
“They’re beautiful and perfect,” he said firmly, looking right into her eyes. “Just like you.” She smiled at that, and pushed her hair back, then leaned back on her hands. She saw his gaze stray to where her pussy was pumping on his cock.
“You like that?” she asked a little breathlessly. “Watching your cock slide into me? You’re a dirty boy…oohhhhh!” she finished as his thumb found her clit and start rubbing.
“Yes,” he agreed. “A dirty boy for a dirty girl like you.”
She moaned again under his ministrations. “If you like to watch, maybe we should let you watch me and Daphne go at it sometime. Or Cora, it’s been a while since you’ve seen her and her itty bitty titties. Daphne said she fingered her arse a while back, maybe she’d like to graduate to something a little bigger.”
“Oh fuck, Pansy,” he moaned, the image of those three hot girls fucking vivid in his mind. “I’m going to cum again!”
“Fuck yes,” she hissed. “I’m so close, do it in me!” He grunted as he came for the second time in half an hour, shooting his seed into his girlfriends hot pussy. He kept rubbing her clit with his thumb as he did so and he wasn’t finished cumming when he felt her stiffen, her muscles squeezing him in that familiar way that meant she’d cum too. “Ohh! Oh!” she cried as her back arched and her hips jerked spasmodically. He kept rubbing for another twenty seconds before taking his thumb away gently and she flopped exhaustedly onto his chest.
“Fuck that was good,” she said.
“Mmm,” he agreed, running his hands over her back as they lay together, his cock finally softening inside her. “I love you,” he told her softly.
“Mmm, I love you too,” she replied, nuzzling into his shoulder. He looked at his watch.
“We should probably get going,” he said reluctantly.
“Nnnnngh,” she protested wordlessly.
“Come on soldier,” he said, rubbing her back. “I need some food before I can face the afternoon.
Reluctantly she sat up and regarded him with a pout, that changed to a wicked grin. “I will agree to this on one condition,” she said.
“Oh?” he asked warily.
“You will let me cast a spell that makes you slightly horny, that will end if you cum.” He raised his eyebrows in question, so she went on. “I want to know how long you last, and I want to know that you’re hard for me this afternoon. Deal?”
“Fine,” he agreed with a shrug. “I just came twice in forty minutes, it can’t be that bad.” He thought a moment. “Wait, this isn’t the one you used on Daphne a while back, is it?” He remembered that one vividly, and that would NOT be fun. She giggled.
“No, this is much milder. We’ve both used this one on each other to see who could go the longest without sneaking off to get ourselves off.”
“And who was the winner?”
“We both made it to the end of the day, so we rewarded ourselves with a sixty-nine.” she told him with a smirk.
“Of course you did,” he said. “You’re both filthy.”
“Would you have us any other way, my love?”
In answer he kissed her. “No. You’re perfect.” She blushed, and kissed him back.
“Okay, I guess I can get up now,” she said, reluctance still heavy in her voice. He felt her squeeze her pussy around him and groaned a little, before she lifted herself up. She grabbed her wand, and pointed it at her entrance. “Impervious.” He looked at her curiously. “So nothing can get out,” she told him. “At least, not until I want it to,” she added with a smirk. He groaned again, and she got down from the windowsill.
“You’re really going to make me watch my cum run out of you in potions?”
She leaned close to him and nibbled his earlobe. “Absolutely,” she breathed in his ear.
“Filthy,” he muttered as she stepped away and started doing up her blouse, and he pulled up his trousers before getting down from the windowsill himself. Soon they were ready to leave, and Pansy pointed her wand at him.
“Prurigine gaudens,” she said clearly. “There. Let me know how it goes,” she said with a small smile. His lips quirked.
“Will do. What do I get as a reward?”
“Who said you’re getting a reward?” she teased. He pulled her into his arms and backed her up against the wall, leaning over her in an intimidating way.
“I think if I can resist this for a certain amount of time, I should get a reward.” he said firmly. She appeared to consider his request.
“Very well,” she agreed. “If you can resist until tomorrow morning, I will go braless for a week.”
“What if I last longer?” he asked. She raised her eyebrows.
“Confident, aren’t you? If you can last until tomorrow after class, I will let you cum on my face and then I will wear it while I eat dinner in the great hall.” He gaped at her. “But I have to say,” she added, “I don’t think that’s very likely.”
“Obviously,” he said. “Alright. Challenge accepted.”
With that, they smiled at each other and left the room, making their separate ways to the great hall to bolt down some lunch before potions.

True to her word, she took up position at the workbench in front of him for potions, and Slughorn indicated they would be making a calming draught, which was a relatively simple potion, but they would then be performing the necessary additions to make it an everlasting elixir. Determined that he would not be distracted, Harry busied himself with the potion ingredients, consulting the Prince’s notes on everlasting elixirs rather than looking at the bare legs visible in front of him, trying not to wonder when she’d release the spell holding his spunk inside her. As she also wasn’t wearing any socks, he realised she might end up with cum in her shoes. He groaned mentally as his cock stirred in his trousers, and tried to shift his attention back to the work at hand.
About twenty minutes into the lesson things were going well, until he heard a small ‘splat!’ noise from in front of him, followed by an very small squeak of surprise. He looked up and saw a small gob of white goop on the dark floor between Pansy’s feet. His dick immediately started to rise as he knew perfectly well what it was, and she turned around slightly to look at him over her shoulder. She was almost expressionless, but he could see the laughter she was holding in. Deliberately she turned back to her cauldron, and he did the same, but now he was unable to resist glancing up every couple of minutes to see if anything new had appeared. He didn’t have to wait long until he could see a trail of shiny fluid appear on her right leg just below the hem of her skirt. It wasn’t easy to see on her already pale skin, but it was obvious to him every time he looked up. By the time the first trail reached her bare ankle, another had appeared on her left leg with yet more higher up. He knew he needed to attend his potion but couldn’t stop staring at the shiny trails. As he watched, the first small blob formed where the skin of Pansy’s ankle met the shiny black leather of her shoe. It beaded up and rolled down the outside of the leather, and he watched others slide right down into her shoes. Fucking hell, he thought. I’m never going to make it to tomorrow morning. He was hard as a rock in his boxers, and surreptitiously tried to adjust himself.
“Harry!” hissed Hermione from his left.
“What?” he said self consciously, taking his hand away from his crotch. She looked pointedly at his cauldron. “Crap!” he exclaimed as he hurriedly stirred the mixture inside it and turned the heat down. He was only supposed to boil it for a short time, but it looked like this was going to be junk. He looked at the girl in front of him and could only see a student hard at work, but he felt sure she knew exactly what had just happened. Just then, to top it off, Slughorn appeared at his elbow.
“Harry m’boy, how are you getting on? Oh dear…” he said as he looked into the cauldron.
“Sorry Professor,” he said sheepishly. “I got distracted and let it boil for too long. I think it’s ruined.”
“I’m afraid so,” agreed his teacher, poking at it with his wand before vanishing it. “Never mind, everyone makes mistakes from time to time!” He walked off, complimenting Hermione on her own potion, and looking approvingly into Pansy’s cauldron as well. The dark haired girl turned around and smirked at him, her eyes flicking to his crotch and back to hold eye contact with him, a slight lift of her eyebrows leaving him feeling slightly hot under the collar. Damnit, he thought. I really have to make it to tomorrow evening now. The thought of sending her to the great hall with his cum on her face provoked a surge of blood to his cock, and he gritted his teeth. He never thought he’d be tempted to whip his knob out in the middle of class and knock one out, but right now it almost felt like a good idea. Deliberately he sat down to study his textbook some more, but he couldn’t help his gaze from wandering over to Pansy’s legs, now streaked in his cum all the way into her shoes. He shook his head to try and clear it, and turned back to his book.
When the bell went to signal the end of class he packed up gratefully, and he and Hermione headed to charms, with Pansy heading off to something else. He could still see the shiny trails on her legs as she walked off, and again he tried to will his cock not to respond. He’d managed to get it to go down to almost flaccid during class, but it seemed like it wasn’t going to take much for it to pop right back up again.
Charms wasn’t too bad, not having much distraction from Professor Flitwick’s lecture on silent casting followed by practical attempts for all of them. After class they headed back to the Gryffindor common room where he took a seat at a table to attempt some of his homework. He didn’t want to be alone in the dorm where he might be tempted to have a wank. Most of the others played games right after classes or just lounged around to relax, so he was pretty much left alone. After dinner would be Quidditch practice with the rest of the team, so hopefully that would be most of the evening gone without any temptation or opportunity. Hopefully.

Quidditch practice was nothing less than a nightmare for Harry. Every time he shifted on his broom it felt like it was rubbing his cock, and his arousal would surge. When they finally sank to the ground it felt like he was hiding an iron bar in his boxer shorts.
“Well done everyone,” he said as they all gathered outside the changing rooms. “We’ll keep working on some of those formations next practice, but we’re doing pretty well so far. See you back at the tower!” As captain he was glad of the excuse to return the practice balls to Madame Hooch’s office before heading into the changing rooms himself. All the guys would be in there showering, and he didn’t really want to walk about with a raging hard on. There was no way he was going to make it all the way to tomorrow. He dawdled as much as he could, and when he got back there was just Peakes, pulling on the last of his clothes.
“Nice work out there tonight,” he complimented the younger student. “You and Coote are turning into a good pair.”
“Thanks Harry,” mumbled the boy, blushing slightly but obviously pleased with the compliment. “See ya later,” he added as he left, leaving Harry on his own. Harry sighed, and stripped off his playing robes, dropping them on the bench before heading to the showers. He briefly considered a cold shower, but dismissed it. The way his arousal had ramped up in the last hour suggested that trying to make it through the whole night would just make for a very sleepless and unpleasant experience. He’d just have a quick wank in the shower and get it over with. Maybe he could think of some other way of getting Pansy to wear his cum publicly. He turned the water on, cock standing straight out in front of him. He let the hot water wash over him before soaping up his hand, pulling his foreskin back. He didn’t usually pull it all the way back unless he had some kind of lubrication, but soap worked perfectly. The head of his cock looked purple and angry as he started to stroke it, and he moaned softly to himself at the pleasure that flooded through his crotch.
“Need a hand with that?”
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the unexpected voice behind him, turning to see who it was, cursing his lack of glasses. He peered at the figure a few feet away. “Demelza?” he asked.
“Here,” she said, coming closer and handing him his glasses. Abruptly he realised he was still gripping his cock, and released it in order to take the proffered glasses.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” he asked, though he could guess pretty easily. The pretty fourth year was holding a towel closed around her body that was just big enough for modesty, assuming the girl in question was not very modest.
“Offering you a hand,” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I can manage,” he said shortly, but she was not to be so easily deterred.
“Are you sure?” she almost purred, and released her grip on the towel. It fell to the floor, revealing a toned body with a well matched pair of breasts, and a patch of dark pubic hair between her legs. He stared, and she giggled. “Come on Harry, let me help you.” She moved forward, and he moved back a pace, making her stop, a look of disappointment on her face.
“I have a girlfriend!” he blurted out, hating the look of hurt on her face at his reaction. For a moment there was only the sound of the water hitting the tiled floor.
“Oh,” she said in a small voice. Then, curiously, “Who?” she asked.
“I can’t tell you. People probably wouldn’t approve, and I’m tired of my life being public discussion fodder.” he told her. She gave a small smile.
“I can understand that, I suppose,” she said. “Someone younger than you? Or older?” He just smiled gently. “Fine, keep your secrets,” she huffed gently, though she had a smile on her face again.
“If it helps, I’m really annoyed that it took until I had a girlfriend to become apparently irresistible to girls.” he told her, and meant it. She smiled.
“So if you hadn’t had a girlfriend…” she said, trailing off.
“Yes, I probably would have accepted the offer of help. You’re pretty cute,” he told her honestly, looking over her slim figure, dark hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.
“Well then maybe I can help in another way,” she said “Come on.” she told him, backing away and into the locker area where the boys changed their clothes. He followed her, uncertain exactly what she had planned, but feeling certain that she wasn’t going to try and jump him. She didn’t seem the type to rape a boy in a closet, for instance.
“Sit,” she told him, pointing at the wooden bench that ran along the walls. He sat, and she put her towel on the floor in front of him and sat on it, lying back and spreading her legs. “You do need to take care of that, so maybe I can give you some inspiration.” she said with another smile, her fingers moving to stroke her slit.
“Fucking hell,” he managed. She giggled. “Go on Harry, don’t be shy,” she urged as she started to play with her clit.
Fuck it, he thought, and grasped his rock hard cock. He watched the dark haired girl as she fingered herself, the sounds of her wet snatch echoing through the warm and somewhat steamy room as they both masturbated. She kept her eyes open and on him the whole time, her gaze roving over his body as he jerked himself off for her.
“Ooooh!” she moaned, her eyes briefly closing before opening and fixing on his throbbing cock. “I’m going to cum soon Harry,” she said. “Are you going to cum too?” He nodded.
“Hell yes I am,” he gasped. He was close, so close! With a moan of his own, he felt his spunk surging up his penis and his hips jerked as it erupted from the tip. Demelza squeaked in surprise as the first shot draped itself in a ribbon over her right breast and her belly, the next two landing stretched from her belly button and into her pubic hair, coating her fingers as she ploughed herself with three fingers before arching her back into orgasm, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as pleasure racked her body. As she slumped down she let out a satisfied sign, pulling her fingers from her crotch. The back of her hand had a line of Harry’s cum on it.
“Do you dare me?” she asked, holding it up to her lips.
“You earned it, you do what you want with it,” he told her, interested to see her response. She giggled again, and licked the back of her hand without hesitation. She looked at him.
“Not bad,” she commented. “Better than I’ve heard.” Harry shook his head.
“You girls amaze me,” he said. “I don’t know where you hear these things. Boys don’t talk about it at all.”
“Poor boys,” she said. “How do you know what to expect?”
“We don’t,” he said honestly.
“So sad,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, I should get going and let you finish your shower. I won’t tell anyone what happened, don’t worry,” she said with a smile. He smiled back.
“Thanks for the inspiration,” he joked. She smiled and winked as she wrapped her towel around her and headed for the door.
“You’re welcome!” she giggled as she left with a wave. He stood up with a sigh and headed back to the shower to finish up. It really was quite aggravating that he seemed to have several hot girls who were willing to make it quite plain that they were interested in him now that he was unavailable. This would have been very welcome last year. Oh well.

Saturday night found Harry heading to the Room of Requirement to see Pansy and Daphne. Pansy had been quite coy about the evening, which had made him curious to see what the two witches had planned. He was trying not to guess, although he did remember Pansy suggesting that he might enjoy watching the two girls have sex, which he was definitely not opposed to.
When he reached the room, he found the two girls already naked in front of the fire, Pansy sitting in a comfortable chair with Daphne on her knees in front of her, sucking on the large, fake magical cock that both girls had used at one point on Harry. He immediately started to harden in his pants, and briefly looked at how the room was configured before turning his attention back to the girls. There was a large bed to the side and thick carpet on the floor, but otherwise it was a pretty average, if very cozy feeling bedroom. A large freestanding mirror stood next to the bed.
“Ahh, the guest of honour,” said Pansy, looking over at him while Daphne continued with her blowjob. “Take off your clothes please.”
“Straight down to business huh?” he said with a smile. “I don’t get to enjoy the view a little?”
“Mmm, she is a good little slut, isn’t she?” she answered. “She really likes sucking cock you know. Don’t you?” she asked Daphne. The auburn haired girl lifted her head, breathing in deeply as he mouth left the large penis with a slurping noise.
“I really do,” she admitted. “I didn’t think I would, but it’s just hot,” she said. She continued to stroke Pansy’s cock while the two girls looked at Harry.
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” he said with a grin, and Daphne slid her mouth back over her friends temporary dick. Pansy moaned
“You’ll need to drink that, as well,” the dark haired girl added, indicating a small vial of clear liquid on a shelf by the door. He picked it up.
“What is it?” he asked, curious.
“It’s vital to tonights entertainment, and your continuing education,” was her answer, which didn’t exactly leave him much the wiser.
“Is it safe?” he asked, lifting it up to the light to examine it. He didn’t think she would do anything to put him at risk, but he knew from his own experience that potions could go wrong without any intention of it.
“Yes, we tested it ourselves,” she answered. “Go on, clothes off, then drink,” she ordered. He put the vial back in place and began to strip, tossing his clothes to the corner. He admired the two nude girls in front of him, watching Pansy’s cock disappear into Daphne’s mouth. He had to admit to a slight fascination with penises, and while he’d never been aroused by the sight of any of his dorm mates or Quidditch team mates naked, the sight of a cock attached to a sexy female body turned him on immensely. He grabbed the vial and walked closer to the two teen girls, his cock rising to full attention as he did.
“Drink,” commanded Pansy. Daphne lifted her head from the cock she’d been sucking and smiled at him, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Feeling slight trepidation, he drank. It didn’t taste of much, but a warm feeling immediately started in his stomach.
“Okay, are you going to tell me what it does now?”
“Not yet,” answered Pansy, eager looks of anticipation on hers and Daphne’s faces. He felt a twinge in his hips, and winced a little. Grabbing at the bed to steady himself, he grunted. He felt like he was being squeezed, and his vision blurred slightly. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but the sensations were somewhat like taking polyjuice. Admittedly without the disgusting taste.
“Urrgh, what?” he managed, feeling disoriented as the squeezing feeling continued. He looked at his hands, they seemed to be rippling, but he couldn’t tell if they actually were, or if it was his vision. He dropped to his knees and moaned as the sensations increased, and for a few seconds he wasn’t sure of anything. He felt hands on his back, and reassuring words helped him focus.
“It’s okay Harry, just breathe,” came his girlfriends voice. “Look at me.” He lifted his head and focused on her, trying to do as she said. Daphne must be behind him as he could feel her hands on his back, rubbing him comfortingly.
“I’m okay,” he managed as the sensations receded. He shook his head to clear it. His vision was blurry, and he took off his glasses to wipe them, and found that he could see better without them. “That’s weird,” he muttered, putting them down. Daphne joined Pansy in front of him, and he noticed they were both looking at him with delight.
“Anything else?” prompted Pansy, grinning. He looked at her, baffled. Actually yes, he thought. He turned his head, and could feel hair on his shoulders. There was an odd sensation on his chest, and between his legs. He looked down.
“FUCKING HELL!” he exclaimed, barely registering the high pitched voice that emerged. He staggered to his feet and tottered to the mirror. Looking back at him was a girl. A HOT girl. He turned back to the girls. “What the fuck?” They looked back with glee.
“You’re HOT!” said Pansy. Daphne nodded vigorously.
He turned back to the mirror, and couldn’t find anything to disagree with, but it didn’t really answer his question. “Fair enough,” he agreed, “But what did you actually DO to me?” he demanded, studying his new body. Dark, slightly wavy hair that came down to his shoulders. Incredible breasts that stood straight out from his chest without the slightest hint of sag. Hairless slit between his legs. He looked back at the two girls. “Well?”
“So, that potion is designed to sort of, restart your body,” she tried to explain.
“Restart?” he echoed, looking back at himself. His face was familiar, like he was his own female relation.
“Yeah. So this is the body you would have had if you’d been born a girl,” she explained. He took that in, looking at his new body. He was almost sad he hadn’t been born a girl.
“How long does it last?” he asked, still examining himself.
“Until we give you the antidote. It’s in my bag.”
He touched his new breasts, enjoying the new sensations.
“Umm, Harry?” called Pansy. “We’re over here.” she sounded amused. He looked over.
“Yeah, but…” he trailed off.
“Plenty of time for us all to play with those, Harriet,” said Daphne with a smirk. She squeezed her own tits. “Don’t you want to know how it feels to have someone else play with them? I can promise you it’s better than doing it yourself.”
“Come on Harriet,” echoed Pansy, standing up and walking over to her, Daphne following suit. She looked up at them both.
“Oh my God,” she squeaked. “You’re both giants!”
“Apparently girl you is a dwarf,” smirked Daphne. That was tough to argue with, she thought.
“How tall am I?” she demanded. Daphne was tall for a girl, nearly her own height, but Pansy was several inches shorter than her, and she now seemed to tower above her as well.
“Maybe five feet?” Pansy answered. “Pretty tiny,” she agreed. He huffed, and the girls broke into giggles.
“Come on Harriet, it’s all the same when you’re lying down,” teased Daphne. She stuck her tongue out at her, which only made her laugh more. Both girls moved to the bed and sat down, and Pansy patted the space between them.
“Come on sexy, we’ll make you feel good,” she purred, though her eyes were still filled with mirth. Harry pouted, but moved to the bed and sat down.
“You better,” she said mock sullenly.
“We will,” said Pansy, pulling her in for a kiss, her hand sliding up her neck and into the thick dark curls that she now wore. She let her go, and she felt a hand on her chin, turning her round so Daphne could kiss her too.
“Remember,” said Daphne as she let her go, “We have way more experience of this than you do.” Her hand slid down her neck and onto her chest, sending a little electric tingle through her as she gently cupped one of her perfect breasts. “We’re going to fuck you senseless,” she breathed, and she moaned gently as her fingers found her nipple, gently pinching it. Pansy giggled on the other side of her. Why didn’t boys get nipples this sensitive, she wondered? She wanted to cum already and they’d barely touched her. They spent the next few minutes passing her face between them, turning her head this way and that so they could kiss her, tongues touching, hands sending thrills of pleasure through her new, feminine body.
“Lie back,” suggested Pansy, and she was only too happy to do as instructed. They all shuffled further up the bed so their legs weren’t hanging off the edge anymore, and Harriet got her first real taste of pleasure as a girl when Pansy’s hand went straight between her legs.
“Oh!” she yelped, but she was given no chance to adjust as her fingers probed her smooth folds, sliding easily around.
“Mmm, you’re so wet,” said Pansy, teasing her with her fingers.
“He is?” asked Daphne.
“She is,” corrected Pansy, and both girls giggled again. Oh fuck, she thought, I’m a girl! The thought was still incredible to her. Abruptly, rational thought was driven out of her mind when a finger slid inside her.
“Ohhhhh!”
“I think she likes it,” said Daphne.
“Mmmmm,” agreed Harry.
“Sweet, sexy Harriet Potter,” murmured Pansy as she finger fucked him. “I think I still would have fallen for you as a girl. You’re a sexy little bitch.” Pansy’s mouth found hers, and she moaned again as Daphne’s lips touched one of her nipples.
“Sssss,” she moaned, and tried to buck her chest upwards as she started flicking her tongue over her nipple.
“We’re going to make you our little slut for tonight, Harriet,” murmured Pansy. “Want to cum, slut?”
“Yesssss!”
“That’s a good girl,” giggled Pansy. She lowered her face to Harriet’s pussy and sucked on her clit, producing a loud moan from the new girl.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered, Daphne was kissing and sucking her nipples at the same time, and the feeling was incredible.
“She’s got such lovely tits,” commented Daphne, pulling back to regard the naked girl. She was writhing in pleasure as Pansy continued to lick her pussy mercilessly. There was no slow teasing, she was just trying to make her cum as fast as possible.
“Hnnngh!” groaned Harriet as she edged closer and closer to her first female orgasm. “Oh fuck, fuck fuck,’ she chanted as Daphne returned her attention to her nipples, hands squeezing her breasts, doing everything to enhance the pleasure spreading through her whole body. Her back arched and she cried out, but Pansy didn’t let up.
“That wasn’t an orgasm?’ Daphne asked, breaking off her attentions for a moment to look at Pansy.
“Mm mmm,” answered the dark haired girl, shaking her head slightly as she continued lapping at Harriet’s pink folds. Suddenly, Harriet felt her whole body go rigid and her mouth opened in a silent scream…then her voice came back and she DID scream, her body bucking and twisting as pleasure racked her, before falling limp.
“Wow,” said Daphne as Pansy knelt on the bed, grinning like a cheshire cat. “I think our slut likes being a girl. Can we fuck her now?”
“Wha’?” managed Harriet, looking at the two of them. They ignored her.
“Yes, I think so,” answered Pansy. “Now, you remember the rules?”
“Yeah, yeah, you get first dibs on everything. I know,” the tall girl answered, rolling her eyes.
“Well, if you haven’t been first in his arse and mouth without asking me, I might have shared,” Pansy replied somewhat archly. She leaned up and kissed him. “Are you ready Harriet, my sweetheart?”
“What for?” she asked, still basking in the glow of her orgasm. Pansy’s eyes opened wide, and in an entirely too innocent manner.
“Why, for me to fuck you of course. You didn’t think that was IT, did you?”
“Oh god, you’re going to kill me,” she muttered. Her voice still sounded very strange to her. She looked up to see Pansy attaching her magical dildo, it springing to life and becoming erect very rapidly in response to her arousal. Her eyes widened. “You’re actually going to kill me!” she exclaimed. “I can’t take that!”
“Oh? Why not?”
“Well I’m…I’m a virgin,” she answered awkwardly, her face flushing as both girls giggled.
“You’ll stretch, my love,” she answered. “And I’ll be gentle.” She laid on top of her and kissed her, the large penis pressing on her belly as their lips touched, tongues touching. She kissed down around her jaw, and again she marvelled at how sensitive different parts of her body seemed. She gasped again as she found her nipple. Despite her protests that it wouldn’t fit, the female body was responding on its own. She wanted her inside her, now.
“Ready?” she asked. She nodded, nervous. She felt Pansy’s breasts touch her own as she leaned down to kiss her again, one hand supporting herself while the other positioned her cock at her wet entrance. She’d never realised how hot it felt to a girl, not in a sexy way, but her cock felt hot as it probed her folds, like it was several degrees hotter than her own body. Her eyes widened as Pansy pushed into her and she felt her legs spread almost automatically as she speared her, allowing her to slide inside her wet cunt.
“Fuck…” she whispered, their eyes never leaving the others. She withdrew slightly, then pressed in again, slightly further this time, earning her a squeak from her lover. She smirked.
“Enjoying this?” she teased, her lips brushing his as she worked her cock deeper into her boyfriends (temporarily) female body. She nodded breathlessly. “Good,” she said. “I’m looking forward to dumping a load of creamy cum in your hot little pussy.” She looked off to her right, and Harriet looked over as well to see Daphne sitting on a chair, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair as she played with herself, her arousal evident. “Does she look hot right now?”
“Fuck yes,” answered Daphne, stroking her pussy as her eyes wandered across the pair’s bodies.
“Hear that, Harriet? Even as two girls we’re good together.” She thrust a little deeper and Harriet moaned. It felt so strange, and so good.
“Are….are you all the way in?” she managed to ask. She felt like she was being split in half. There was some discomfort certainly, but mainly there was pleasure and a desire for more.
“Almost,” Pansy whispered, kissing her as she worked her cock in and out of her pussy, deeper with each movement. She could feel her balls touching her arse, her skin rubbing her clit as she bottomed out inside her.
“Fuuuuuck,” she moaned.
“Mmm yeah, that’s what I’m doing. Fucking you,” she said as she thrust slowly into her boyfriends female form. She began to move faster and Harriet responded, raising her hips to meet Pansy's thrusts. She was close to cumming again already. Pansy was closer though, the whole experience getting to her as she rammed herself as deep as possible inside Harriet.
“Noooooo,” she moaned, humping up to try and reach orgasm, feeling Pansy’s cock twitching inside her body, knowing that she was spilling cum inside her new pussy. She looked up in hope as movement caught her eye from the side.
“Don’t worry little slut,” said Daphne with a wicked grin. “I’ll fuck you. Get up, Pans.”
Pansy rolled off of Harry, her eyes still devouring the body of the petite girl lying with her legs spread. “On all fours, Harriet,” ordered Daphne. The girls eyes widened, but she did as she was told. Harriet waited somewhat apprehensively for Daphne to enter him, legs spread and weight on her elbows.
“She’s not leaking cum yet Pans, she must be holding onto it.”
Pansy laughed. “She’s tight.” Daphne laughed too and swatted Harriet’s bum, making her blush. She moaned as she felt Daphne’s blunt, thick cock probing her folds.
“Do you want this, Harriet?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“Like this?” she asked, pushing a little more.
“Harder,” she begged. “Make me cum!”
“Dirty slut,” she taunted gently, pushing forward and sheathing herself fully in the inexperienced girl.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” moaned Harriet. She felt Daphne place her hands on her hips and start to hammer her cock into her cunt. Her head dropped to the mattress as she moaned loudly, pleasure surging through her. “Fuck!” she shouted as her pussy clamped down on Daphne’s penis, her body shuddering as she came again.
“Mmmphf,” moaned Daphne, squeezing her arse as she held still, enjoying the feeling of Harriet’s tight pussy trying to milk her cock. As Harriet started to relax again, she started to move gently. “Get up here Pansy,” she said. “Her mouth needs something to do.”
Pansy grinned and shuffled in front of Harry. “Want to suck my cock, little Harriet?” she asked. Harriet shook her head, but she knew she’d end up sucking it anyway.
“Oh go on Harriet,” purred Daphne from behind her. “If you’re a good girl then I’ll make you feel good…” she said, and she felt her lean forward, her breasts touching her back. Hands squeezed her boobs, and one slid down to between his legs, brushing over her clit.
“Mmmphf,” she moaned, and Daphne stopped.
“Would you like me to keep going?”
“Yes…” she muttered.
“Then be a good girl and suck your girlfriends cock.”
Somewhat reluctantly she looked directly at the penis that Pansy was holding in front of her. She looked up and saw the lust on her face, and opened her mouth.
“There’s a good girl,” moaned Pansy as she fed her cock into Harriet’s mouth. Daphne started fucking into her cunt again, her finger tracing circles around her clit as she did so.
“How’s her mouth?” asked Daphne.
“Wet and willing, but a bit inexperienced,” said Pansy, ignoring the look Harriet gave her. “She needs more practice giving blowjobs. Maybe she can give you one while I fuck her arse later,” she said.
“Mmmphf!” protested Harriet.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll be very gentle again. And it’ll prep you nicely for when you have to take both of us together.”
“Nrrnnnngh,” moaned Harriet, but all it did was send a jolt of pleasure through Pansy.
“Oh fuck yes,” she hissed, “Do that again! Hum on my cock!”
Harriet did as she was told, and the two girls spit roasting her got into a rhythm. Before long, both were nearing their orgasm, as was Harriet.
“Ready for some spunk, Harriet?” asked Daphne. “I’m going to fill your tight little twat, and your girlfriend is going to fill your mouth. We want you to swallow mind!” She thrust hard as she fingered Harriet’s clit, and she came for a third time that evening, trying desperately to hold herself up as Pansy took control and just started fucking her face.
“Fuck!” shouted Daphne from behind her, and she felt her ram home, her cock spurting streams of cum into her. A grunt from above her was all the warning she got before Pansy’s cock twitched in her mouth, and then it was shooting hot cum onto her tongue. She swallowed Pansy’s spunk as she came into his mouth, and finally she drew away, allowing her to collapse onto her face, Daphne’s cock sliding out of her at the same time.
“Oooh, creampie!” cried Daphne, and Harriet felt wetness between her legs that she took to be the combined spunk from the two fuckings she’d received so far sliding out of her pussy. She felt each girl taking up station on one side of her, and she rolled onto her side so that Pansy was in front of her with Daphne snuggled up behind.
“How are you enjoying your evening as a girl?” asked Pansy.
“Our special fucktoy!” added Daphne from behind him.
“It’s intense,” she admitted in her still unfamiliar high pitched tone.
“Ready to go again?” her girlfriend asked. Harriet’s eyes widened.
“Already?”
“Aww, poor baby. Are we being too rough on you?” She smirked. “What’cha think Daph, are we being too rough on her?”
“Psssh,” snorted Daphne. “We haven’t even touched her arse yet. She can complain if we ask her for double anal.”
“What!” squeaked Harriet. Two cocks in her arse?! Pansy kissed her, her hand sliding down her stomach to touch her smooth slit.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it Harriet,” she soothed, finding her clit with ease, still plenty of wetness to lube up her ministrations. Harriet moaned as the sensitive little nub started firing pleasure all through her crotch again. Daphne’s hands appeared on her breasts and she whimpered slightly at the double assault. It really wasn’t fair, she thought. Girls got the clit, AND their nipples. As a boy his nipples were basically useless for pleasure. As a girl though…
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as Pansy slid two fingers into her dripping snatch.
“I think we need you on all fours, my love,” she instructed, pulling her fingers away and leaving her feeling empty. She groaned, but did as she was told, feeling Pansy take up position behind her. Daphne was on her knees in front of her, presenting him with a large penis.
“Come on Harriet, it’s not going to suck itself,” she teased. She reached out a hand and started to jerk her off. It felt strange to hold onto a cock that wasn’t attached to him. She felt a blunt pressure at his bum hole, and gasped as Pansy penetrated her, cock sliding inside her arse gently, hands on her wider, feminine hips. She felt her lean forward, large breasts pressing against her back as she planted a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“There you go sweetheart,” she murmured. “Isn’t that good?” She moaned a response. “You wanted to be filled up after I took my fingers away, didn’t you?”
“Yes…” she managed, feeling her girlfriend pull out slightly and then slide in again, balls touching her wet pussy.
“Good…now be a good girl and suck Daphne’s cock, and we’ll make you feel really good.”
Harriet was barely able to imagine anything that could be better than what they’d already done to her. This had been a bit weird at first, but there was no way this was going to be her only time in a female body. She took Daphne’s cock into her mouth as Pansy started to fuck her arse properly. It was probably a terrible blowjob, but Harriet felt she had enough on her plate just keeping her teeth out of the way, she just wanted to lie her head down and let Pansy ream her arsehole. The girls must have figured this out as it wasn’t long before Pansy stopped buggering her and simply slid out with a wet slurp.
“Nnnrgn,” she moaned in protest, and both girls giggled.
“Don’t worry my sweet,” Pansy reassured her. She lay down and pulled her girlfriend towards her, Harriet managing to straddle the thick cock. “Lift yourself up a little…that’s a good girl,” she directed, positioning herself at the entrance to Harriet’s pussy. “Now just slide down…”
Harriet did as directed, sighing in pleasure as the fat cock speared into her again, doing her best to ride her girlfriend, but she was soon distracted by Daphne behind her.
“Are you ready for another one, little slut?” whispered Daphne in her ear.
“Noooo,” whimpered Harriet. She felt a pressure on her arsehole and squirmed a little bit, but the two girls worked together to press her down onto Pansy’s cock and hold her in place.
“Be a good girl now,” admonished Pansy. “You can do this, and you’ll love it, trust me.” Harriet looked into her lovers eyes briefly before lowering her gaze in submission and nodding. Yes, she did want this. She wanted to know how it felt to have two cocks inside her, fucking both holes at the same time. Her eyes went wide as Daphne pressed inside her, cock swiftly sliding past the outer ring of muscle and halfway inside her, leaving her full.
“Oh fuck,” she managed, and Pansy pulled her down for a kiss.
“It’s okay my sweet, we’ll look after you. You just stay here while we give you the best fucking of your life.” Harriet’s eyelids fluttered as Daphne started to move in her arse, and her head sank into Pansy’s shoulder as both girls started to fuck her hard. Their cocks pistoned in and out of her, sometimes one burying itself deep inside her as the other one pulled out, sometimes both cocks ramming into her at the same time. She came once, then again, lost in it all, her jaw slack and drooling on her girlfriends shoulder.
“You ready Daph?” said Pansy in a slightly strained voice.
“Yeah,” replied Daphne shortly, sounding out of breath. “Let’s do it.” She pulled out and helped Harriet kneel on the bed, looking muzzily at the two girls stroking their cocks in front of her. Abruptly she realised what they were going to do and looked at Pansy right as the first spurt of cum erupted from the girls cock, aimed right at her face. She jumped slightly but managed to otherwise hold still as Daphne followed suit, and both girls unloaded a significant amount of thick cum onto Harriet’s face. After the first jet Harriet had closed her eyes, and she could feel the fluids dripping onto her breasts and running down her belly. She opened her eyes a crack to see both girls panting from their orgasms, and deciding they were probably done, she wiped some of the mess away so she could open her eyes fully.
“Now I see why you want to do that,” laughed Pansy slightly breathlessly. “You look fucking hot.”
Harriet laughed too, and flopped backwards onto the bed. “This was amazing. We definitely need to do it again.” She could feel the cum starting to cool on her, as well as other fluids starting to seep from her well fucked arse and pussy. She closed her eyes. Merlin she was tired.
Pansy and Daphne laughed at the petite girl as she lay back, not even bothering to clean herself up yet, and removed their cocks. “That was epic,” agreed Daphne. “Did you like playing the slut for us, Harriet?” There was no answer, and Pansy looked closer.
“He’s fallen asleep!” she exclaimed in a whisper, covering the giggle that escaped her mouth.
“Poor baby,” giggled Daphne too. “I suppose we were quite hard on him. First time as a girl and we double teamed him.” The two girls giggled together before Pansy cast a cleansing charm on her boyfriend-currently-girlfriend before they lay down either side of her.
“I’m glad he enjoyed it though,” she said. “I’d like to do this again too!”
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