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Harry Potter and the Secret Spellbook	By : Harryandginny Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 58932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Two: Voluptatem Ipsum

Harry awoke with a start. Ron was leaning over his bed saying “You better get up Harry, we’re already late for breakfast”
Looking up blearily at Ron, Harry began to roll over so he could get changed.
“You look exhausted” said Ron “did you not get much sleep last night?”
“I suppose not” he replied.
The thought of the last night brought made his dick twitch and brought a smile to Harry’s lips as he wondered what Ron would say if he had known what had really happened. Grabbing his bag he walked down into the common room, Ron by his side. There were already people awake and working in the common room so they picked their way through the armchairs and headed down for breakfast.
At the breakfast table they found Hermione waiting for them behind a book, having already finished her breakfast. They dropped their bags next to the table and slid onto the benches.
Hermione looked up and, seeing Harry’s haggard face and baggy eyes, asked immediately. “What happened to you?”
“S’nothing, just didn’t sleep very well last night” he mumbled, looking down at his plate. He always felt that Hermione knew a lot more than she let on about his relationship with Ginny. Maybe they talked to each other about him? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that and distracted himself by reaching for some bacon. He saw Hermione watching him out of the corner of his eye pretended not to notice as he started to dig in.
“Eating isn’t going to wake up you Harry.” said Hermione, somewhat bossily “Here, look at me”.
Harry turned to face her and found her wand pointing directing at his face.
“Nolite Lassus!” she said in a singsong voice, waving her wand in a tricky little pattern.
Harry immediately began to feel better and more awake, his earlier tiredness dropping from him like a bad dream.
His eyes widening, he looked at Hermione. “Where did you learn to do that?” he asked surprised.
“Oh, just in some old book” replied Hermione as he knew she would.
“Thanks, I feel amazing now!”
Ron joined in asking “can I have a go Hermione?”
“You don’t exactly look tired Ron; you seem to be sleeping late every day.” Said Hermione, a slight smirk on her face. “Anyway, its not a spell you should get too dependent on so we shouldn’t use it unless it’s for something important”
“What’s so important about today?” asked Ron in surprise
“Ummm... our lessons Ron?” said Hermione, exasperatedly,
“Oh, yeah right, of course” said Ron with a sideways look at Harry. “Lessons are important, aren’t they?”
“Speaking of which, we’re going to be late for Slughorn unless we go now” said Harry, checking his watch. So, they grabbed their bags and hurried off towards the dungeon.

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Harry didn’t get an opportunity to see Ginny until dinner that day as his busy timetable had been made worse by Snape who had held him back during lunchtime to remind him that his detentions would resume tonight from 6 until 8 that evening. In a foul mood, Harry stalked into the Great Hall for the evening meal with Ron and Hermione trailing behind him. He flung his bag down and pulled up a bench as the others sat opposite him somewhat timidly. Glowering at his plate, he reached over and started pulling food towards him in a hurry, he would have to eat quickly if he wanted to be on time for Snape.
His mood softened considerably when Ginny settled in the seat next to him saying “Hello you three, how has your day been?”
Hermione answered for Harry before he could say anything “Pretty terrible really, we had Potions followed by Defence against the Dark Arts and we’ve only just got out of Transfiguration with McGonagall.”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound like fun” said Ginny sympathetically. “What’s up with you?” She asked, turning to Harry.
Harry looked over to her and was surprised to see that her boobs had returned to their normal size.
“I’ve got Snape’s detention for two hours tonight and I’ve already got two essays I’m behind on” complained Harry.
“Aww that’s so annoying, I was hoping we could do some more research together” she said, winking at Harry.
Harry’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of that tantalising prospect and suddenly his mood became positively joyful. “I might be able to squeeze some in later but I need to finish off those essays first. What are you guys planning on doing tonight?” He said, turning back to Ron and Hermione.
“Oh, I thought I might head down to the Quidditch pitch with some of the team” replied Ron “You know, have a little game as we’ve finished the season now”
Harry’s heart clenched slightly at the mention of Quidditch and the thought of the final game he had missed. But, with an effort, he put it out of his mind and asked “What about you Hermione?”
“Well, seeing as you and Ginny seem to be enjoying your research so much, I thought I might find something similar in the library”
Harry and Ginny exchanged a look and smirked silently. Hermione definitely didn’t know what she was insinuating.

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Harry dropped into one of the comfy armchairs in the Gryffindor common room, exhausted.
“How did it go?” asked Hermione softly
“Could have been worse” mumbled Harry, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back. “Snape just made me go through all the past detentions ago”
“At least you aren’t slicing your hand open again” said Ron fairly
“True, true” replied Harry.
“Yeah, that is true” commented Ginny from another corner of the common room. “Harry, come check this out, I think I found something!”
Her voice betrayed her excitement and Harry could feel Ron and Hermione’s eyes on the back of his head as he got up and weaved his way towards Ginny. He sat down next to her and looked at the book in her hands.
“Wait, is that our book?” Harry said worriedly, looking around and hoping that no one else could see him and his girlfriend poring over a book with graphic sex scenes on every page.
“Yeah, but don’t worry I’ve put a concealment charm on it so only we can see it. Everyone else just sees a normal spell book” Ginny said reassuringly. “Anyway, I called you over because I wanted to show you this spell”
Harry looked at the page that Ginny was pointing at and read ‘Voluptatem Ipsum’. “What does it do?” he asked, looking at the moving picture which showed a woman and a man surrounded by an aura of something intangible and clearly enjoying the effects of the spell.
“I can’t really read the writing but it seems to be something like increasing your pleasure? Anyway, sounds like fun, want to try it out tonight?”
Tearing his eyes away from the moving pictures with some difficulty Harry replied “I would love to but I have to finish both of those essays by tomorrow, can we save it for tomorrow night?”
“Yeah of course, I want to make sure I’ve understood the spell properly anyway before we use it. See you tomorrow then” Ginny said, pecking Harry quickly on the mouth before getting up and heading towards her dormitories.

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The next day, Harry awoke fully rested and already excited about the plans he and Ginny and made for that evening. His mind was full of the different effects the unknown spell could have as he got out of bed and he decided that he should probably practice the spell first to make sure they got it right. Heading down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione, Harry decided to bide his time until History of Magic. Professor Bins’ classes were so dull that most of the class would probably be dozing which would allow Harry to practice in secret.
The day passed quickly and, apart from dodging a few subtle jinxs sent his way by Malfoy, was relatively uneventful. The last lesson of the day, History of Magic, finally arrived and Harry led Ron and Hermione to the chairs and table at the back of the class. He didn’t want to seen practising a spell under the table, especially one that had the potential to be so compromising. Choosing a large round table, Harry sat down while Hermione took the seat opposite him and Ron took the seat next to him.
Hermione turned around immediately as Professor Bins entered the room through the blackboard and quickly grabbed her quill, looking up expectantly. Ron, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair not even bothering to take out his parchment. Harry carefully placed his own writing materials on the table and began to copy down the title of today’s discussion. He had decided that pretending to work for the first half of the class would provide enough cover for him to spend the rest of the time practising the spell.
Once enough time had passed, Harry looked up from his parchment and surreptitiously had a quick look around. Everyone, apart from Hermione, was in some form of stupor. Either doodling on a corner of their parchment or sitting there with their eyes unfocused, lost in their own thoughts. Turning to Ron, Harry could see that he was almost asleep, slowly slipping off the side of his chair.
“Perfect” Harry thought to himself and slipped his wand out of his sleeve where he had hidden it earlier.
He pictured the page that Ginny had shown him last night and saw in his mind the correct wand movements that were necessary to complement the magic word. It had looked something like a complex swish and a flick. Under the table Harry began to practice the movement, trying to be as subtle as possible.
Something didn’t feel right about the movement, however, as it seemed too similar to the Wingardium Leviosa charm. Harry concentrated on his new spell more firmly and tried the movement again. It felt better, almost as his wand wanted to cast the spell and all he had to do was get it right.
Focusing again, Harry said the words in his head as he swished and flicked his wand “Voluptatem Ipsum!” He was getting close, he could feel it, the correct movement was almost there!
Concentrating with all his attention he held the words “Voluptatem Ipsum!” large in his mind so they blocked out all other thought. Then, he swished and flicked his wand.
Heat rushed down his arm and through his wand while an almost intangible mist seemed to shoot out of his wand. Harry looked down in delight which was steadily replaced by uncertainty and fear. He had cast the spell. He had cast the spell without speaking. He had finally done a non-verbal spell! But slowly he realised, he had just cast an unknown spell into a classroom full of his best friends!
“If only the book had described what the spell would do” Harry thought to himself, looking up at the class hesitantly. No one turned to look at him, no one had noticed. All was well.
He turned, relieved, to look at Hermione. All was not well. He watched in fascination as Hermione dropped her quill, her eyes unfocused. She slowly turned away from the blackboard and began to breathe more heavily.
Harry quickly checked the students nearby, no one had seen anything amiss. Not even Ron had noticed anything and seemed to be daydreaming next to Harry.
Looking back at Hermione Harry saw that, while her eyes remained unfocused, one of her hands had disappeared from the tabletop. His heart skipped a beat, he watched Hermione’s arm slowly disappear under the table and begin to move back and forth at ever increasing speeds. Harry was immediately excited by the image but wasn’t sure why. He looked into Hermione’s eyes and then waved his hand in front her face quickly. No reaction, Hermione could have been unconscious as she wasn’t paying any attention to the room around her. Harry stuck his head under the table and froze. He had been right!
Hermione’s hand had reached up under her dress, showing off her clean white panties, and was busy rubbing her pussy through the silk! Harry quickly sat up, astounded by the scene in front of him. Hermione was sitting there in the middle of the classroom masturbating!
“What on earth was that spell?” Harry thought to himself as he saw Hermione’s other hand slowly reach for her own breasts.
While Harry had never really given it much thought, he had noticed that Hermione had become hotter than ever this year. Now he truly looked at her. She was shorter than Harry but not by much, she was slim, and had lovely soft skin. Her ass, Harry remembered, was surprisingly big and tight, while her legs were slender. Hermione’s tits, although small, were beautifully perky, and her nipples where currently straining against her white shirt as she reached towards them.
Harry shook his head violently. "No!" he said to himself. "I have Ginny, and I need to help Hermione before she does something silly!"
But Harry's body betrayed him and he felt his cock grow hard immediately, straining to be released.
Unsure what he should do, Harry watched as Hermione’s breathing became heavier and was started to take on a soft moaning. How could he help his best friend? Cursing under his breath, Harry wished he had Ginny's book with him to look up the counter spell. Who knew how long this spell would carry on effecting Hermione.
Hermione’s hand finally reached her tits and she began to massage them over the shirt. She grabbed at them and then alternated to pinch at her nipples. But then her hands suddenly seemed to lose their certainty, almost as if Hermione was fighting what they were doing.
Suddenly her unfocused eyes focused and snapped to Harry’s. They looked at each other, both equally scared at what was happening to her. She glanced down and saw that her hands were still massaging her pussy and tits. Withdrawing them sharply, she couldn’t stop the loud gasp that erupted from her. Ron jerked up at the sound and looked at Hermione questioningly. She shook her head, still in shock at was she had been doing.
Looking back at Harry their gazes locked and Harry could tell that Hermione was doing her best to fight the spell which had controlled her so completely. He opened his mouth to tell her what had happened but before he could say anything she had turned to Professor Bins
Her eyes were narrowed and she appeared focused on her inner conflict as she said in a far higher voice than normal. “Professor Bins?”
“Yes dear?” Replied Professor Bins, seemingly surprised to find a classroom full of students in front of him.
“I think I need to go the Hospital Wing; I’m not feeling well, not at all well.” Said Hermione, now visibly shaking now at the effort she was going to to stop herself from giving into the pleasure.
“Very well my dear” quavered Professor Bins who returned to his monologue, completely unconcerned.
Hermione jumped up immediately and dashed towards the door, trying to make it to safety before the spell took its hold again. Harry, unable to stop and hating himself as he did so, couldn’t help but notice how her nipples still pressed against the confines of her shirt. Nor how her tight ass moved under her school skirt. In surprise Harry even saw a dribble of liquid that was dripping down the inside of one of Hermione’s toned legs.
Harry looked around the class, no one else had noticed anything strange about Hermione’s exit and Ron had apparently returned to his daydream. He made up his mind up in an instant. Harry got up silently and before anyone could say anything, had followed Hermione out the classroom.
“Where would she have gone?" thought Harry to himself worriedly. “It didn’t look like she could hold on much longer." He decided to check the nearest classroom and work his way down the corridor. He went to the nearest unused classroom and rested his ear against the door.
"Alohomora!" Harry whispered, pointing his wand at the old fashioned oak door. With a click, the door opened and Harry stuck his head inside. Nothing was there.
Feeling increasing worried, Harry went to try the next door. Leaning his head against the wood, he heard noises coming from the other side. He reached towards the door handle but then thought better of it.
He tried to whisper through the door "Hermione?"
"Harry?!" came the suprised reply
"Yes its me, are you ok??" he was suprised at the worry in his voice
"Oh Harry, I dont know what happened to me in there" Hermione's own voice sounded worried "I just suddenly needed to... well nevermind... I had to get out there anyway."
"Its ok, no one even noticed anything. I think they are all still asleep."
Harry felt rather than heard the sigh of relief that came from Hermione.
"Harry?" came a timid voice from behind the door.
"Im still here" He replied.
"Harry, I managed to get rid of the spell using 'Enervate'. It was simple really, just like fighting off a much weaker Imperius curse. So Im ok. Its just that.... that..."
Harry's heart began to pound, his brain was working without his control, thinking of the different scenes that lay behind the door.
Hermione continued on, now speaking in nothing more than a whisper herself "But... I just cant seem to finish."
Harry froze. Had his best friend really just said those words? He pressed himseld closer to the door, trying to hear her words better.
"Hermione?" He asked, his voice trembling.
"Harry, will you come inside?" Hermione whispered
Harry felt in a daze as he felt himself stand up and start to open the door. Wait, he told himself.
"Hermione, are you sure about this?" he asked.
"Yess" Hermione's last word came out almost as a moan.
His body was filled with anticipation and almost a little fear.
He pushed open the door.

The scene inside burned itself onto Harry’s memories for the rest of his days. His best friend Hermione who was bookish, bossy and seemingly uninterested in sex, was sitting on the nearest desk with her legs wide apart and two fingers stuck deep into her pussy.
Harry stood there in silence unable to move, not wanting to stay but also not wanting to leave. Hermione had rucked up her skirt so that it sat around her waist and pulled her panties to one side to reveal her beautifully puffy vagina. It was a soft pink but at the moment was being pummelled by her own hand. Her top was ripped apart and her tits were bare, her nipples hard as diamonds and pointing straight up to the ceiling. Hermione’s other hand raced across them, rubbing, pinching and pulling them, desperate to release the pleasure that was building inside her.
Looking up at Hermione’s face, Harry saw that her eyes were completely normal and focused. She was right, the spell had worked, this was Hermione. He closed his eyes and shook his head again, trying to clear his mind of the image that had just been burnt onto his retinas.
“Harry” She panted “I just can’t stop. I never knew this felt so fucking good!”
Harry opened his eyes, letting them feast on the image in front of him. "Hermione?"
“I just want to cumm” moaned Hermione and she began to plunged three fingers into her pussy even faster. Her whole body was shaking, desperate for the release that just wouldn’t come.
The slopping noise coming from Hermione’s pussy and the sights and smells in front of Harry were impacting him strongly now. Watching his hot best friend sitting on the desk with her clothes ripped off and playing with her pussy and tits was almost too much to bear. He didnt even realise what was happening until he felt his hand on his own crotch. His mind was clouded and his inhibitions were slowly draining away as Hermione continued to plunge her fingers into herself
“Yes!!” cried Hermione. “Cum with me Harry, I want to see you!”
Harry could not resist. His hands were working solely on instinct and his mind was losing control over reality and the impact that his actions might had. Any thought of Ginny had been completely wiped from his mind the moment he had stepped inside the room. Harry pulled down his trousers, leaving his boxers on with a large tent formed by his dick. Then he reached and pulled down his boxers. His cock flicked out, sending precum flying across the room. He was hornier than he had realised and the image of Hermione forced his hand to reach down and grab his cock firmly.
“Oooh yesss!!” moaned Hermione, her eyes now fixated on Harry’s cock. “Rub it up and down for me Harry, cum with me!”
Harry obeyed. His mind was completely lost in the moment and he no longer thought of Hermione as his friend, but as the beautiful woman she was. His hand moving of its own accord as he watched Hermione’s body convulse in pleasure. His cock felt wonderful after being tempted by Hermione for so long and Harry felt warmth and desire flush through him. He pumped his cock up and down in time with Hermione’s own thrusts inside herself and felt the dirtiness of the situation take hold. He was masturbating over his best friend while she was masturbating over him! It was so hot that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Upon seeing Harry’s cock, Hermione became even more animated. She sat back on the desk and brought up her legs so that she was now lying missionary-style on the desk. This new position brought more delights to Harry as Hermione’s ass was revealed and he glimpsed her asshole under her pink puffy pussy lips.
Hermione paused in her pumping and scrabbled at the wand on the desk next to her. Harry took the opportunity to look at her closely and see how her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and onto her tits which had fallen back onto herself, almost flat. Her nipples, however, were still rock hard as her other hand carried on squeezing and pulling them.
Hermione finally grabbed her wand and stopped feeling her tits. Pointing the wand at her open hand she panted “Falsum Coles!”
With a puff of smoke, a large dildo appeared in her hand. This was not an ordinary bright plastic dildo but one made out of a soft material like skin that Harry didn’t recognise. It was black and at the base had a slight haze. Another flick of the wand sent the dildo flying out of Hermione’s grip and positioned at the entrance to her vagina. Harry was in perfect position to watch as with another movement of her wand Hermione had the dildo slowly press into her. It slowly pushed apart her pink pussy lips, and entered her vagina. It carried on going, filling Hermione up completely until only the misty base of the dildo was visible poking outside her vagina. This elicited the loudest moan yet from Hermione and with a last flick of her wand she sent it pumping in and out of her pussy. She dropped her wand instantly and her hands flew back to massaging her tits, more and more aggressively.
Then, without meaning to, without wanting to, but in complete rapture at the scene in front of him, Harry stepped closer. He was now standing over Hermione, his cock in his hand as he frantically masturbated. Hermione was lying beneath him, her pussy directly beneath his cock. Both hands clenched on her boobs while the magical dildo pumped in and out of her pussy.
“Oh fuck yess, stay there, right there” panted Hermione. Her eyes now latched onto Harrys, focusing perfectly and consumed by desire. Hermione had obviously regained control but had decided not to stop and instead to take it further. She dropped one of her hands from her tits onto her clit and began to strum it quickly. Looking Harry directly in the eye she screamed “Im gonnna cummmm.”
Harry was not ready for this and didn’t have time to step back before Hermione started to jerk. She took her other hand off her tit and focused just on her clit, sending her into greater throes of pleasure. The magical dildo still plunging in and out of her.
“Aww fuckkk” Her last shout trailed off as she lost control and submitted to the orgasm that took over her whole body. Her hips began to move up and up, closer to Harry’s cock and suddenly she began to squirt. Her pussy shooting her juices up and onto Harry’s dick. Harry kept on masturbating as Hermione’s cum lubricated his cock and he rubbed it into his skin.
But the image and feeling were too much for Harry and he also began to pump harder, grunting “Fuck... me… yeesss!”
Harry felt his whole-body tense, and then relax as his cock exploded. He and Hermione came together, Harry’s dick sending rope after rope of cum onto Hermione chest where her hand rubbed his cum into her tits, Hermione’s cum squirted up onto Harry’s dick where he rubbed and rubbed. Their orgasms were long and as they came, they kept looking into each other’s eyes.
Then, it was over. They were both spent. Harry stumbled back, his hand still clenched about his slick cock while Hermione’s legs went limp and she lay there on the table, covered in cum and sweat, the dildo still embedded inside her. A minute passed as they both recovered from their orgasms and tried to make sense of the situation that had just happened.
Hermione seemed to come to her senses first and jerked up. She looked at Harry, almost suprised to see him there, and immediately pulled her shirt tightly around her chest and pushing her skirt down to cover her dripping pussy.
She broke the awkward silence first saying “I’m sorry Harry, I just don’t know what came over me.”
Harry stood there in silence and, realising his cock was still out, quickly pulled up his trousers to hide it. His mind slowly cleared as the rush of desire left him and he looked at Hermione, unsure what had just happened, and worried whether he had made the right decision to join in.
He couldn't help think of Hermione in a new, seductive, light but what about his girlfriend? His heart dropped as he thought of Ginny "What would she say when she found out about what had just happened?" Suddenly, the excitement of the last couple of minutes drained out of him and he began to feel weak and a little sick.
Hermione carried on, not waiting for a reply. “I was just sitting in class when suddenly I couldn’t help myself. It almost felt like I didn’t have a choice. I managed to get control of myself to run in here and then I managed to get rid of the spell” She paused, her voice trembling, as she looked at Harry with fear in her eyes “But it just felt too good to stop. I've never even tried anything like that before but I wanted it to happen” She carried on, now pouring out her thoughts to Harry "I only knew that other spell I used because Ginny taught it to me, I hadnt even tried it before."
Harry walked over to her and sat down on the desk next to her. “Hermione its fine, we all feel like that sometimes. But I’ve got to tell you something. First let’s clean up, OK?”
“Yes, yes of course” replied Hermione, looking down at her cum splattered clothes, still somewhat suprised at the situation they were in.
“Scurgify!” they both uttered. The cum stains from both Harry’s and Hermione’s orgasms disappeared, their clothes became dry and they began to feel clean again. Hermione then waved her wand again more subtely and stood a little straighter. Harry wondered if she had been dissapearing the dildo that had been wedged inside her. He shook his head, trying to get the image of Hermione naked out of his head. This was not good, he was going to have to speak with Ginny and apologise immediately.
“That’s better” said Harry, unable to stop watching as Hermione fastened up her shirt and smoothed her skirt demurely. “OK, here it is. I’m the reason you started to feel like that Hermione.”
Hermione froze immediately and turned to look at Harry. The feelings of fear and betrayal were plain on her face. "What?" she snapped, almost sounding like Professor McGonagall.
“I’m really sorry” gushed Harry, speaking quickly, desperate to right the wrong he had just caused. “I was just practising a spell that me and Ginny wanted to try out and it hit you. We didn't really know what it did.”
Hermione turned away from Harry as she got up to leave and he was suprised to hear her speak softly to him. "Harry, I wanted this more than I have ever realised. I felt free and so... so good" She paused, turning back to face him and suddenly her voice resumed its cold snap "But anyone could have seen me. I could have been expelled!"
Harry stood up as well, worry in his voice. “Wait, Hermione. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident!” His voice now sounded desperate.
Hermione didnt even deign to respond. Instead, she gave him one last scathing look before turning on her heel and walking straight out of the door.
Harry's stomach fell sharply as Hermione slammed the door after herself. He tried to gather himself together but could escape the thought that he had just lost his best friend. He winced as his stomach clenched again. He had to find Ginny and apologise, then he would try his best to find Hermione and ask for her forgiveness. He walked towards the door and, pushing the image of Hermione naked on the desk forcefully out of his mind, went back to his classroom as he heard the bell ring for the end of the day.
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