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Harry Potter's Most Excellent Year	By : ODB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 76174 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2

AN

Thanks for the lovely reviews for Chapter 1. Chapter 2 continues in the same vein as Harry having a further encounter with another beautiful witch. Just to let you know, Harry will be having, err, pleasant meetings with girls from all four houses and even Neville will get in on the act from time to time. I should also mention that the story is 95% completed so it won’t be practical for me to take requests for which girls you’d like to see. Sorry.

“You fucked Loony Lovegood? Seriously? What the fuck?”

Neville had leapt to his feet and was staring at him in disbelief. Harry was just glad that he’d waited until the two of them were alone before making his confession.

“Don’t call her that,” he scolded his friend. “If you actually talk to her she’s lovely. Bloody hot, too! Jeez, she went for it like a hyperactive rabbit.”

“Great, so now I’m the only bloody virgin in our year,” Neville cursed.

“What, do you really think that ugly bastard Seamus Finnigan has got his end away? I don’t think so,” Harry snorted before he grinned at his friend. “Besides, Luna explained to me exactly what we’ve been doing wrong all this time.”

“Eh? Really?”

“Yeah. Would you believe that we’re actually something of a legend amongst all the witches in this castle? Yes, the tragic story of Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom is well known amongst all the girls here.”

“Tragic story?”

“Oh, yes. Witches have cried themselves to sleep at night over the sad tale of two handsome, noble boys who bonded over having both experienced the love of their lives rejecting them and vowed to remain pure until they could, at last, capture the hearts of those ladies. Oh, it’s all so sad!”

“What? What sort of bollocks is that?”

“I know, right? But just think about it. You yourself said that there were tons of girls that liked us, but we could never get off with them. Turns out, it’s an established fact amongst the female residents of this castle that I’m hopelessly in love with Cho Chang and you with Hannah Abbot. No girl wants to be just a substitute for someone else and, besides, I think most of them get off on all the heart-rending tragedy.”

“Really?”

“Even worse, we’ve been fuelling that fire. Think about what we do if either Cho or Hannah enters the room? We’re all over them, right? What do you think all the other girls think when they see that?”

“Well, they would… I mean… oh, bugger.”

“That’s pretty much what I said,” Harry agreed. “So, this is the plan from now on. Luna has agreed to start telling all the other girls that we’re over Cho and Hannah, although she isn’t convinced they’ll believe her. What we’ll also need to do is change the way we interact with Chang and Abbot. From now on, we’ll be polite but distant. If they walk into the room, we’ll nod and perhaps say hi, but nothing more. We need to show that we’re just not interested anymore.”

“Alright, but I still really like Hannah,” Neville pointed out. “It’s different for you, ‘cos you’ve really gone off Cho but I’d still get with Hannah in a heartbeat if I had the chance.”

“But do you have the chance? Does it seem likely that she’s going to give Ernie the old heave-ho anytime soon?” Harry asked. “I mean, if you want to wait for her than good luck to you, but just don’t expect to get any pussy if you keep acting the way you are. That’s all I’m saying.”

Neville looked conflicted for a moment before he sighed.

“Nah, you’re right, mate,” he sighed. “I’ll look a right berk if Hannah ends up marrying that prat MacMillan, won’t I? Everyone would be laughing their socks off at me, waiting around for a girl who might not even like me in that way. Besides, I bloody want to get laid. Not every girl has to be ‘the one’, does she? Sirius was forever saying that Hogwarts is the time we should be sowing our wild oats and I’m ready to get agricultural!”

“Good man,” Harry said, slapping him on the shoulder. “So, from now on in, we’re only politely interested in Cho and Hannah and we go into overdrive with the flirting with other girls.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Neville agreed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have you banging away in no time,” Harry told his friend. “In fact, Luna said you we’re nice at one point, so perhaps she’ll accommodate you, too.”

“Thanks, mate, but I don’t think so,” Neville replied apologetically. “I mean, she’s nice enough, but wouldn’t it be a bit weird if we both popped our cherry with her?”

“Err… now you mention it…”

“Yeah. Awkward. No, don’t worry about me. Now I know what I’m doing wrong, I have another target in mind.”

“Oh? Who?”

“Just wait and see,” Neville said with a grin.

“You fucked Harry Potter? Bloody hell, Luna, how could you?”

Luna looked up at her red-haired friend in surprise.

“Well, both of us are single and you’re with Michael Corner, so I don’t see why you should complain.”

“I guess not,” Ginny allowed before her shoulders sagged. “I don’t get it, Luna. I mean, no disrespect to you, babe, but I thought Potter was head-over-heels in love with Cho bloody Chang. Why is he suddenly happy to give you one?”

“It seems the rumours about him and Chang were rather exaggerated,” Luna explained. “I think Harry pursued her more for her looks than any romantic reasons. In fact, he had a rather refreshingly clear view of her. I think calling her ‘high maintenance’ was one of the nicer things he said about her.”

“Oh, bugger it all. You mean if I’d made a pass at him I would have stood a chance?”

“Quite probably. I mentioned you at one point and he did say that he liked you very much. I wouldn’t beat yourself up too much about this, Ginny. I mean, I had the same opinion of him as you, at least right up to the point I had sex with him.”

“Luna!”

“You can’t complain, Ginny, after all, you’re not a virgin yourself, are you?”

“I’m not sure that counts,” Ginny grumbled. “I mean, surely a boy has to be inside you longer than three seconds for it to count, right?”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” Luna giggled. “Was Michael really that fast?”

“Yeah, he managed one thrust before he shot his load. I couldn’t even be angry with him because he was so upset! Ugh, it’s all so frustrating!” Ginny cursed before she looked hard at her friend. “I suppose you’re going to tell me Potter lasted much longer, aren’t you?”

“I couldn’t tell you how long he lasted,” the blond admitted. “My third orgasm was very powerful and rather drawn out. I rather lost track of how long he’d been penetrating me at that point.”

“Third orgasm…. Luna! If you weren’t such a good friend, I’d bloody hate you!”

“Oh, I’d better not mention that he performed oral sex on me and I nearly passed out, should I?”

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” Ginny muttered.

Luna laughed. “Cheer up, Ginny, I’m sure you’ll have your chance soon enough.”

“But what am I going to do about Michael?” she asked. “I mean, he can be a bit of a prat at times and he’s a bit of a flop in the bedroom, but he’s been really nice to me. I can’t just dump him and go after some other boy, can I?”

“I don’t know,” Luna admitted. “Still, I think you have a little time to decide. I get the impression that Harry wants to enjoy his new-found freedom and shag as many witches as he can. It’s probably best that you let him get that out of his system before you make a play for him.”

“Great, so everyone else is going to get laid by him but not me.”

“Bad luck, Ginny,” Luna chuckled, not sounding particularly sorry, at all.

It was just one week after Neville and Harry had begun to put their new philosophy on life into practice that it began to reap benefits, for Harry at least.

He’d been taking part in the Gryffindor Quidditch team’s first practice of the year and things had gone well. Angelina Johnson had taken over captainship and had taken to it like a Kappa to water. The only slight fly in the ointment had been their new Keeper, Cormac McLaggen. Cormac hadn’t been a popular choice to take over from the now-departed Oliver Wood, but the only other option had been Ron Weasley and Cormac had comfortably outplayed the redhead during trials. McLaggen was, to be fair, a decent Keeper and would have been fine if they could have gagged him anytime they weren’t playing and, possibly, when they weren’t, too. Sadly they could not.

Harry had considered starting a betting pool on who would kill Cormac first: the Weasley twins or Angelina. His money was on their new captain.

He had just finished getting changed and was heading back to the castle when he heard a call. It was Angelina, in the company of her fellow Chaser, Alicia Spinnet, and the ever-present Weasley twins. Angelina summoned him over.

“Harry, can you do me a favour?” she asked. “I forgot to give McGonagal the practice rota and I don’t have time now. Can you grab it from inside the ladies' changing room and make sure she gets it?”

“Yeah, no problem,” he agreed.

“Cool. Oh, Katie is still in there so make sure you knock before you go in. You might end up seeing more than you planned, otherwise.”

“I’m sure I could handle that, although Katie might kick my head in if I think about it,” he smirked. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Angelina said before turning and walking away with the others in tow.

With a shrug, Harry headed back to the changing rooms and approached the ladies section. He cracked the door open slightly before knocking on it loudly.

“Hey, Katie, are you in there?” he called. “Are you decent? It’s me, Harry.”

“Yeah, come in Harry.”

He entered and found the Chaser in question sitting on one of the benches, for all the world looking like she’d been waiting for him. She was still dressed in her Quidditch outfit despite all her teammates having already showered and changed. Was this some sort of setup? Was he about to be pranked?

“Err, Angelina asked me to get the practice rota. Is it in here somewhere?”

“Yes, over on the table.”

Sure enough, laid out on the table was a single sheet of paper looking suspiciously like it had been carefully placed there for him to see. He started to walk towards it when he heard a groan. He turned to see Katie rubbing her neck with a look of discomfort on her face.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“I think I just twisted something during practice today,” Katie revealed. “It’s why the other girls are all finished and I’m still sitting here. Say, Harry, are you any good at neck rubs?”

Harry stared at her for a moment. He and Katie had always gotten along well and she had been ever-present on the Quidditch team ever since he joined. In fact, one of his happiest memories of his time at Hogwarts prior to this year had been when she’d kissed him full on the lips following their victory in the Quidditch Cup last year. Admittedly, she’d been so happy that she’d probably kissed everyone, but he’d still enjoyed it.

So, that begged the question: what was happening now? Was Katie coming onto him or was he misreading the situation? Perhaps this was an innocent request for a teammate to provide a little help. Either way, it wasn’t an invitation he was going to turn down.

“I’m not an expert or anything, but I’ll have a go,” he volunteered.

“Great.”

Katie shifted on the bench until she was facing away from him. Harry rubbed his hands to warm them up a little before approaching the girl. While he’d never tried this himself, he’d seen his father giving his mother neck rubs loads of times. Come to think of it, on those days that it happened, he and his sister frequently got sent to bed early and those pesky Silencing Charms went up around his parents’ bedroom. Was this really a good way to get a girl turned on?

He placed his hands on Katie’s shoulders and began to use his thumbs to rub her, moving them in small circles. He started off softly but, gaining confidence, he began to press harder, seeking points that might provide the girl with some relief.

“Mmm, that’s nice, Harry,” Katie purred.

“Am I doing it right?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, that’s just fine.”

As he worked on the girl’s shoulders, an idea occurred to him. He still had no idea if this whole setup was for pranking or seduction, so why not try and force the issue himself rather than walking into something blind? Katie was still in her Quidditch uniform, so why not use that?

“Say, Katie,” Harry began. “You know, trying to do this through your Quidditch jersey is kind of difficult. Why don’t you take it off?”

The girl slowly turned and looked at him with an amused expression on her face.

“Trying to get me to take off my clothes, Potter? You’re getting bold all of a sudden.”

“Hey, you asked me to help,” he pointed out. “You are wearing something under your jersey, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” she admitted. “Okay then. I suppose this thick top is getting in the way.”

With that, Katie grabbed the hem of the jersey and pulled it over her head before throwing the garment to one side. Underneath she was wearing a tight vest top that displayed her impressive cleavage to advantage. Despite his best efforts, a big grin crept onto Harry’s face.

“Like what you see, Harry?” she asked him in a rather seductive tone.

“Very much so,” he admitted. “I always did think you were absolutely stunning.”

“How sweet of you to say. Now, weren’t you in the middle of giving me a backrub?”

Still smiling, Harry resumed his work but this time his fingers were caressing the girl’s naked flesh. Leaning forward, he also got a pretty good view down her top, too. Within Harry’s trousers, a monster stirred.

“Mmm,” Katie purred. “That feels really good. You’ve got magic in your fingers, Harry.”

“Not just in my fingers,” he whispered into her ear.

Katie laughed. “You know, Harry, I’ve been hearing a lot of strange rumours about you. Previously, you seemed to spend all your time lusting after a certain Ravenclaw Seeker, but I hear that you’ve started to expand your horizons, a bit.”

“Oh? And where did you hear that?”

“You know, just girls’ talk,” she said dismissively, “but I want to know if it’s true. Have you been inviting other witches other than Chang to ride your broom?”

“I never intended for my broom to be Cho’s personal property, anyway,” he countered. “As for other witches, I’m more than willing to let any pretty witch take a ride on it.”

“Really? You mean there’s hope for your loving teammates to get some special attention from you? I mean, you know how much I like to take a good, long ride whenever I can.”

“Katie, you can go for a ride with me anytime you like.”

With that, Bell stood and turned to face him. For some reason, he’d always considered his female teammates to be off-limits, although at that moment he couldn’t think why. Perhaps because the girls were all older and infinitely more experienced than him. That said, Katie was only a year older than him and they’d always been friendly, why shouldn’t he go for this?

Maybe because of the restrictions he’d placed on himself, Harry had never really noticed just how hot the girl was. Her dark brown hair was long and silky and looked great even though they’d just spent two hours dashing around on brooms. Her dark eyes were full of fire and her full lips looked like they were just begging to be kissed. Letting his gaze drop, he took in the impressive swell of her breasts and her narrow waist. The girl was smoking hot.

Harry’s heart started to beat a little faster as Katie took a step towards him and placed a hand on his chest. She was so, so close now that he could feel her breath on his cheek.

“Are you sure about this, Harry,” she murmured. “After all, I’m not sure you know what you’re getting into. I should warn you, I am a VERY demanding girl and will expect your very best effort. I also have some… unusual… preferences, shall we say. I’m a very naughty girl and I’ll need you to do some nasty shit.”

“Katie, you have no idea how much I’m up for that. Whatever you want, I promise to do it.”

“Good,” she responded and pressed her lips to his.

As their tongues started an erotic dance in each other’s mouths, Harry started to let his hands wander. His right hand immediately closed over Katie’s right breast which he squeezed tightly. The girl was definitely far bustier than Luna was, even if she wasn’t as top-heavy as someone like Lavender Brown or Hannah Abbot. Katie had a more athletic build which, he had to admit, he preferred.

“You know what?” Katie gasped as she pulled her mouth away from his. “I think we should take this into the showers.”

Until the day he died, Harry had no idea how the two of them managed to disrobe so quickly. It seemed like the very moment those words left Katie’s mouth he discovered that they were both naked with hot water raining down on them from the showerhead. It must have been magic.

The first thing he did was grab the bottle of body wash Bell had brought with her. Pouring a generous amount into his hands he began to raise a lather all over her wet, naked flesh. He immediately uprated his opinion of her body from ‘hot’ to ‘absolutely fucking sensational’. Her waist was narrow and her stomach was as flat as an ironing board. She boasted long, slim legs and a generally toned physique. Naturally, his eyes were drawn to her other attractions, too. Now unleashed, her tits were mouth-watering – large and firm with stiff, dark nipples. Between her legs was a patch of neatly-trimmed dark hair. Enthusiastically, he rubbed the slippery soap over every inch of her.

“Gimme some of that body wash,” she ordered, her long, dark hair now sodden and trailing down her back.

Obediently, Harry squirted some of the liquid in her outstretched hand and was delighted when she reached down and used it on his rock-hard cock. Her fingers caressed his throbbing dick as she slipped his own hand between her legs.

“Well, well, well, the rumours were true,” Katie purred. “That’s quite an impressive dick you have there, Potter. I wish I’d known you had this hanging between your legs sooner.”

“That’s alright, I’m sure we can make up for lost time,” he replied before slipping two fingers into her pussy. Katie gasped as he penetrated her, sinking his digits into her right up to his knuckle. In retaliation, Katie began to wank him slowly and deliberately, her grip strong around his straining shaft.

Their lips found each other’s again and they stood there, under the hot jets of water, masturbating each other. Harry could feel the soft mounds of her tits pressed against his chest with her hard nipples pressing into him. He increased the speed his right hand was moving, ramming his fingers deep into her wet muff.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she praised him, “but I bet this lovely big cock in my hand will feel even better in my pussy. Well, Harry? Do you want to stick this huge cock of yours into my wet cunt?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” he growled. “I want to fuck you so badly.”

“On your back,” she ordered.

In a flash, Harry was laid out on the hard floor of the shower block, his dick standing up proud like a flagpole. Katie was on top of him in a second, straddling him before grabbing his cock and guiding it into her desired location. He groaned as he felt his helmet sink into her soft, yielding wetness.

Katie let out an impassioned cry before she lowered herself down, taking his full length inside her. Harry quickly reached up and ran his hands over her wet flesh. As she began to thrust herself down onto him, he could only think that some dark Goddess had decided to ride him. She looked, and felt, unbelievable as she began to build up speed. Her big, firm tits began to bounce uncontrollably as she moved and her dark eyes flashed with untamed lust as she looked down on him. For his part, Harry began to try and match her movement, thrusting himself up into her as deeply as he could. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down to grant extra impact.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me, Harry, fuck me!” she snarled.

If Luna had been a screamer, Katie was a growler. She fucked like a wild animal and Harry had a vision of a human lioness riding him. It was fitting; she was a girl that competed like a lion on the Quidditch pitch so it was appropriate that she was the same when it came to sex. She pounded down onto him so hard he honestly thought his balls would end up inside her at one point. Then, without warning, she stood and looked down at him.

“Let’s take this into the changing room. I want you to bend me over that table and fuck me from behind.”

Harry nearly slipped flat on his face, such was the speed with which he tried to comply with her order. Fortunately, he managed to avoid permanent injury as he hurriedly followed her back into the changing room. This, at least, gave him a fine view of her near-perfect arse. It was a backside, he thought, that should be modelled in marble and put on display at some major gallery. The only problem would have been the number of blokes that immediately had to pull out their cocks and have a wank at the mere sight of it.

With the grace of a big cat, Katie walked over to the table (which still had the training rota on it, he noticed) and bent forward. She gripped the edges of the table with her hands before shifting her legs to give him a perfect view of her exposed pussy and arsehole. She then turned her head and looked back at him.

“I want you inside me, Potter. I want that huge fucking cock right in my pussy. Fuck me hard, now!”

Breathing hard, Harry came and stood behind her so the tip of his cock was nestling in her wet folds. Gripping the base of his dick, he rubbed her cunt with the helmet several times, gathering lubrication, before he plunged it into her dripping pussy. Katie yelled in approval as he thrust himself all the way in. He then grabbed her hips again and began to fuck her.

Harry just could not believe how good this felt. Although she was older and she was undoubtedly more experienced, Katie’s pussy felt just as tight and wet as Luna’s had. It blew his mind that this girl just wanted to be screwed as hard and fast as possible and he began to fear how long he could keep up this pace. The room was filled with the sound of them both gasping in pleasure and the rhythmic beat of flesh slapping against flesh. Sweat began to drip down his forehead as he worked the girl without mercy.

“Oh… oh… FUCK!” Katie suddenly screamed, tossing her head and sending her long, wet hair flying. “Oh, God, I just came.”

Harry used the opportunity to rest a moment, although he kept his dick buried deep inside her. He bent forward so he could whisper in her ear.

“Like that, did you?”

“Oh, yes,” she giggled drunkenly. “You know, Harry, I think you’re one of the best fucks I’ve ever hand. Top five, certainly. For that, I think you need to be rewarded.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I told you I was a dirty girl when we first started this, did I? Well, now I’m going to prove it. I’m going to let you fuck me up the arse, Harry.”

“What?” he squeaked. Had he just heard right? Up the arse? He had to be dreaming.

“Oh, yeah. I’m a filthy bitch who likes being taking up the backside by boys with big cocks. You seem to fit that description. Well, do you want to ram it up my shitter?”

“Oh, bloody hell, yes,” he spluttered, literally shaking with excitement.

“Good. Now, do you know how to cast a Lubrication Charm? No? Well, let me get my wand and I’ll show you.”

Katie hurried over to where her gear was piled and withdrew her wand. Holding out her hand, she demonstrated a simple spell that caused a great glob of jelly-like substance to appear in her outstretched palm.

“Think you can remember that spell? Good. This stuff really helps. Now, hold still.”

Taking around half the oozing gel in her fingers, Katie reached down and began to rub it all over Harry’s throbbing cock. The substance had a pleasant, cooling effect that at least meant that he wouldn’t shoot his load instantly which he was starting to fear. He honestly had never been so excited in his life. Next, Katie retreated to the table and bent forward again, this time reaching behind her and massaging the rest of the stuff into her arsehole. Harry stood and watched, transfixed, as his fingers worked the stuff into her gaping hole.

“Okay, Harry, I’m ready for you,” she said at last. “Come and fuck my arse.”

With his legs trembling, Harry stepped forward and lined his cock up with her arsehole. Taking a deep breath, he pushed but couldn’t immediately force his dick inside her.

“You’ll have to be a bit harder,” Katie told him. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this loads of times. You won’t hurt me.”

Nodding, he tried again. This time, as he pushed he felt her ring yield and he watched in amazement as his cock slowly disappeared inside her arse.

“Ooh, that’s it! Stick it all the way in, Harry!”

Grabbing her hips, Harry slid himself all the way into Katie’s back passage with his mind melting as he did so. Was he really doing this? Was Katie actually allowing him to do it? Was he the luckiest bastard in the whole of Hogwarts? Soon, however, rational thought became beyond him as he was overwhelmed by the feelings he was experiencing.

“Fuck, that’s tight!” he moaned as soon as he was fully in her. He could actually feel his balls resting against her wet pussy.

“What pleasure,” Bell moaned. “Now, fuck me, Harry. Fuck my tight little arsehole with that big fucking cock.”

Nearly weeping with joy, Harry began to move. The lubricant that Katie had coated his dick with was surprisingly effective and he soon found that he could slide in and out of her tight anus with ease. Within seconds, he was humping her hard, making the table creak in protest as a result.

Katie wasn’t even making human sounds anymore. She snaked a hand down between her legs and was frigging herself off as Harry plundered her arse. He could only describe the noise coming out of her mouth as something a large, wounded animal might make. The knuckles of her left hand were white as she gripped the table, such was the force Harry used to slam into her. It was the dirtiest sex he could imagine having… and he bloody loved it.

Amazing even himself, Harry continued ramming Katie at full steam for a good two minutes before he started to feel a familiar pressure building in his loins. There was nothing more on the face of the earth that he wanted at that point than to cum. His whole body was shaking and sweat was dripping down his face. God, he needed to shoot his load!

This realisation made Harry think. Last time he’d cum he’d had the pleasure of discharging all over Luna’s naked body. It also brought to mind the time he’d spied on his father spunking over his mother’s tits. That was exactly what he wanted to do to Katie! He leaned forward, moulding himself with her body so he could whisper in her ear.

“I want to cum all over you.”

“Ooh, you naughty boy,” Katie growled, smirking at him over her shoulder. “Do you want to cover my face with your spunk?”

Face? He’d been thinking about doing it over her tits, but that sounded even better!

“Fuck, yes!”

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Nearly… nearly there,” he gasped.

“Just give me some warning.”

Knowing the end was near, Harry picked up his frantic pace, fucking her arsehole for all he was worth. Katie was practically beating the table with her fist as he shafted her. The pressure continued to build and he felt like his dick was ready to explode. Just a few more seconds…

With a strangled cry, Harry pulled out of Katie’s arse and staggered back a few steps. Bell must have been waiting for this as she instantly pushed herself off the table and dropped to her knees with her mouth open and her tongue extended.

Harry took a step forward so the end of his cock was practically touching the tip of her tongue before he began to wank desperately.

“Uh… uh… oh, God!” he whimpered before he reached the point of no return. “FUCK!”

With that strangled scream, Harry shot a jet of thick, creamy spunk all over Katie’s upturned face. It was like a spunk volcano had just erupted, sending a stream of cum over her cheek, her nose and into her mouth. Barely a second later, the second blast hit her, most of it landing in her mouth and over lips. A third and fourth jet shot from his dick, liberally coating the girl and even landing in her hair.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck,” Harry panted, staggering and nearly falling. He looked down and his brain froze.

Katie was wiggling her tongue at him and it had great globs of his spunk dripping from it. More of the creamy stuff was running down her face and onto her shoulders and chest. Harry doubted that he’d ever produced quite so much jizz in one session and Bell looked wickedly gorgeous covered in it. With deliberate slowness, Katie pulled her back into her mouth and took a big gulp. Apparently, she was as willing to drink his spunk as Luna had been.

“Harry, you dirty boy! Look at what a mess you’ve made,” Katie teased him while massaging his discharge over her tits.

“Fuck, Katie, you were amazing,” he managed to gasp.

“You weren’t too bad either, Potter. I think you passed the test with flying colours.”

“Test? What test?”

“Oh, we had to test you,” she revealed. “We’d heard that you’d finally become sexually active and we had to know that you wouldn’t sully the reputation of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. We’re known for being highly skilled both on the pitch and in the bedroom, you know. We couldn’t have you spoiling that reputation and had to check to see if you needed any training. I’m pleased to say you most definitely don’t.”

“This… this was all a test?” he spluttered.

“Yep.”

“You… you actually fucked me just to make sure that I knew what I was doing?”

“Oh, yes,” Katie admitted with a grin. “Actually, it wasn’t too much of a hardship. In fact, there was a bit of an argument amongst us girls as to which one of us would do it. It was only when Fred and George overheard us that Angelina and Alicia had to stand aside ‘cos the boys got all sulky. So, it fell to me to ensure that your capabilities were up to a satisfactory level. I have to say, I wasn’t expecting that donkey dick hanging between your legs, Harry. You’re not shy in coming forward, either, are you?”

For a split second, Harry was a little offended. Katie hadn’t fucked him because she fancied him. She’d done it just to preserve the reputation of the Gryffindor Quidditch team! The feeling almost immediately vanished, however. How could he complain about what he’d just experienced? Katie had been amazing and he’d just fulfilled at least one of his dirtiest fantasies.

“I guess not,” he admitted. “Well, I’m glad that I impressed you, anyway. Does this mean you would be willing to indulge me on a regular basis?”

“Sorry, Harry, as fun as this has been, it’s not really what I want. I told you that I was a very dirty girl, didn’t I?”

“How could you get any dirtier than what we did?” he protested.

“Umm, well, let me give you an example,” she replied. “Remember last term that party we had after we won the Quidditch Cup? Did you notice that I vanished pretty quickly during the evening? No? Ah, well, you see I had better things to do. Namely, I’d convinced three sixth year boys to accompany me to the Prefect’s bathroom. They banged me for hours and by the time I’d finished with them they didn’t have a drop of spunk left in their balls between them.”

“Oh. OH. Blimey,” Harry spluttered.

Katie smiled. “Sorry, babe, I really enjoyed this evening but unless you know how to clone yourself you can’t really give me what I want.”

“I guess not,” he admitted.

“Sorry,” she repeated. “Right, I suppose I’d better hit the shower again. Some naughty boy has made a big mess all over me.”

“Yeah, I think I need to get clean, too,” Harry agreed. “Err, mind if I join you?”

“No problem,” Katie said before her jaw dropped. “Harry, are you getting hard again?”

Harry looked down at himself. His cock was indeed now at half-mast and was getting harder by the moment.

“Oh! I guess the image of you getting gangbanged excited me, a bit,” he confessed.

“Bloody hell, I have to give you bonus points for stamina,” Katie laughed.

“So… while we’re in the shower, would you mind giving me a hand dealing with this?” Harry asked, pointing down at his now erect cock.

“I suppose I can,” Katie agreed. “Let’s see if you’re as good the second time around.”

Harry grinned.

At about the same time as Harry was taking Katie up the back passage, his best friend was also on the hunt for a feminine animal. Rather than a wild beast such as Harry was tackling, Neville Longbottom was hunting for a worm.

A bookworm, that is.

He found his prey in her natural habitat, the school library. She was sitting at a table towards the back surrounded by a small mountain of books. Neville selected a book on magical theory at random from a shelf and approached her. She was so engrossed in her studies that she didn’t notice him approach.

“Hi, Hermione,” he greeted her. “Mind if I join you?”

“What? Oh, Neville! You made me jump. Please, take a seat.”

Longbottom sat down opposite the bushy-haired witch and placed his book down on the table. He noticed Hermione glancing at it.

“I don’t think that book is part of our curriculum,” she said. “You have finished all your homework, haven’t you? While it’s admirable that you are expanding your reading list, you really should concentrate on…”

“Hermione,” he interrupted her. “Don’t worry. My homework is completely finished. You know, you’d be a lot more popular around here if the first thing out of your mouth when you see someone wasn’t ‘have you finished your homework’. It gets a bit grating.”

“Sorry,” she said, flushing slightly with embarrassment.

“I don’t mind so much, but it can annoy some people,” he added quickly.

“I seem to annoy people no matter what I do. I know I come over as a bit of a swot, but there are far too many pupils here that aren’t taking their education seriously. What we do here will shape the rest of our lives and they need to buckle down with their studies and do their best. There will be time for frivolities later after they’ve left school.”

“Hmm, I would agree that our time at Hogwarts will shape the rest of our lives, but I think you’re wrong about the rest. After they leave here, most of us will get jobs and have a career, a family, responsibilities… they won’t have time for frivolities, as you put it. No, now is the time to enjoy life before all those responsibilities kick in. Besides, we’re here to experience more than just book learning, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s social interaction, too,” he explained. “Did you that less than 10% of witches and wizards marry Muggles? The chances are that most kids will meet their future partners here at Hogwarts, even if they don’t realise it at the time. But that’s all part of the learning experience. We have to learn how to interact with others and also to discover what sort of person makes the best fit for us, too. Dating is actually quite important, Hermione. It teaches how to relate to others, how to talk to them and, ultimately, if we react to them physically.”

Hermione looked at him uncertainly.

“I suppose there is some merit in what you say, but I still think qualifications are the most important thing to be striving for at school.”

“Undoubtedly, but it’s not the be-all and end-all. Nearly everyone wants a happy relationship as well as a successful career in their future. Certainly, good qualifications will help with the career, but if you develop no social skills, finding the right partner and, more importantly, impressing them will be virtually impossible.”

He could see that this information didn’t sit well with Hermione. She fiddled with her quill and frowned.

“I think social skills are better developed later in life,” she stated eventually. “I mean, we’re just kids, aren’t we? I doubt any of the boys here at Hogwarts would recognise a good match for them if they hit them over the head. They’re all driven by the hormones, after all.”

“I disagree with most of that,” Neville told her. “For one thing, don’t separate the girls from the boys when discussing this. Yes, girls mature faster than us boys, but not by that much. We boys aren’t as dumb as you think, with a few exceptions, of course. A good example would be my friend Harry. He was initially very attracted to Cho Chang and, despite already having a boyfriend, she was sending signals that she liked him, too. But Harry quickly grasped that Cho wasn’t the girl for him. She’s far too emotional and needy. Now, some boys like that, but not Harry. He likes girls who are smart and strong. But he only came to that realisation because he interacted with Chang. It’s not something you can learn from a book.”

“He was still initially driven by his hormones though, wasn’t he?” Hermione pointed out.

“True, but what’s wrong with that? You do know that magic and sexuality are closely linked, don’t you?”

“I certainly would never stoop to using those types of spells,” she announced hotly.

“I don’t mean sex magic. What I’m talking about is the basic physical needs of your average witch or wizard. Witches, in particular, are acknowledged to be sexual creatures. Magic comes from the earth and is linked to fertility and reproduction. Using magic can actually deplete energy from the body that can only be replenished sexually. That’s why the age of consent in the Wizarding world is fourteen.”

“What!” Hermione screeched.

“Shush! Keep the noise down. You don’t want Madam Pince down our throats, do you? Seriously, didn’t you know that?”

“Well… now I think about it, I did read something about that when I was a first-year. But you don’t really think about things like that then, do you? When you’re eleven, fourteen seems a long way off.”

“Perhaps, but you do know that nearly everyone in our year is sexually active, don’t you?”

Hermione said nothing but stared at the table in distress.

“I know it seems a bit shocking to someone used to the Muggle world, but it is necessary. The more advanced our magic becomes, the more we crave sexual satisfaction, and that’s a fact, I’m afraid. It’s what our bodies need. It’s also better, I think, that our first experiences our here where there’s no pressure of marriage or responsibility. Again, it gives us a chance to find what works best for us and what sort of person we work best with. Not every relationship has to be ‘the one’, you know.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever find out,” Hermione said mournfully. “Not many boys want to date a bossy, know-it-all like me.”

“That’s Ron Weasley talking, isn’t it,” Neville spat. “That’s bollocks, Hermione. Hell, you dated an international Quidditch star, for pity sake.”

“Just the once,” she pointed out. “Viktor was very nice, but I really didn’t think we had anything in common.”

“Which is why you need to socially interact with others so you know what type of person works for you,” Neville pointed out triumphantly. “Besides, I seem to remember that another boy asked you out at around the same time.”

“Yes, I’m sorry, Neville. In hindsight, I might have been better going to the ball with you rather than Viktor, but he’d already asked me.”

“No problem. I was disappointed but I understood your reasoning,” Neville acknowledged. “There is something that you can do to make it up to me, though.”

“Oh, what?”

“Next weekend is a Hogsmeade trip. Say you’ll go with me.”

“What? Really? You’re asking me on another date?”

“Yeah, unless you’ve already been asked by some famous Quidditch star, of course.”

“Well, no, but I really was going to use that time to get ahead on my studies. This is our OWL year, after all, and I wanted to…”

“Hermione, are you trying to burn yourself out?” Neville demanded. “All work and no play makes Granger go barmy. You need to take a break and refresh your batteries. Besides, I can’t believe you don’t want to visit Scrivenshaft’s or the book shop.”

“Well, actually…”

“Hermione, I’m not the sort of boy who would complain endlessly just because you wanted to visit a place he wasn’t keen on. Besides, the book shop has a useful section on Herbology and I’d like to have a gander.”

“It’s very sweet of you to ask, Neville, but…”

“Do you really want to be the only fifth-year still in the school next Saturday?” he asked. “Do you really want to be by yourself?”

Hermione looked at him for a moment, before she sighed.

“No, I don’t, I suppose. Thank you, Neville, I’ll take you up on your kind offer. I’m sure we’ll have a lovely time.”

“Me, too. Right, I think I’ve interrupted your precious study time enough, so I’ll leave you be. I’ll be looking forward to Saturday, though.”

“Yes, so will I,” Hermione agreed, smiling warmly at him.

Giving her a quick grin, Neville stood and walked out of the library. The seeds had been sown in Hermione’s brain and, hopefully, next weekend they would bloom into fruition.
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