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Chapter 21 – “Hit the Showers!”
Millicent and Su were talking
with Susan and Hannah about what they might do as a special treat for their
Warlock.
“What do you give the wizard who
has everything?” Susan asked.
“We can give him what he’s never
had, a family.” Hannah suggested.
“Myrtle’s already way ahead of us
on that score!” Millie laughed, not unkindly, they all loved Myrtle.
“How about a place of his own?”
Su suggested.
Millie looked puzzled, “He
already has this lovely apartment, and soon he will take possession of the
Potter properties.”
Susan smiled, “Yes, but this is
really Helena’s apartment, and the Potter lands and houses belong to the family
– what Harry needs is a place he can call his own, a private little getaway.”
“Slytherin’s Cottage!” the two
Hufflepuffs said in unison.
Su smiled and nodded, “Perfect,
how do we do this?”
It was Millie’s turn to smile,
“Oh Dobby?”
A soft sound like a cork being
pulled from a bottle and the world’s best paid house elf appeared. “Yes Lady
Potters ma’ams?”
The girls described what they
wanted to do for Harry and Dobby practically shook with anticipatory glee, “There
is being enough work for two house elves, I think.”
“Who do you have in mind, Dobby?”
Su asked.
“I’m hoping Winky will be being
the Great Harry Potter’s elf too.”
“Can any of us offer Winky the
job?” Millicent suggested.
“Winky is not wanting a paying
job, Lady Great Millie-cent, Winky is wanting bonding.”
“And that has to be done by the
head of the house.” Susan explained.
Dobby nodded, “I’m hoping someone
is accepting Winky soon, she is fading. . .” the little elf looked at the
witches gathered there with sad, tennis ball sized eyes.
Su headed for the door, “I’ll
tell Mandy, she’s next up in the rota.”
“Dobby, do you know where to find
Harry’s cabin, the one that he inherited from the founder?” Millicent asked.
Dobby stood as straight and tall
as it was possible for him to be, “A house elf, even one who is paid, knows
where all the master’s properties is being.”
“Do you have time to, um, “pop”
over there and see what it needs?”
He nodded his head
enthusiastically, “Dobby will be making the time, Great Lady Mille-cent Ma’am.”
)O(
Harry rubbed his eyes as he
leaned back from the table. He’d finished the Ordinary Wizarding Level Charms
and Transfiguration written exams and was looking forward to the practicals the
next day.
As he let his head fall back it
landed in a very nice, soft place.
“Hi Harry!”
He opened his eyes and saw two
beautiful dark brown eyes looking back and a pecan brown face framed by soft
black curls.
“Hi Angelina!” The back of
Harry’s head was nestled between Angelina’s breasts, “This is nice!”
“Too much study, time to unwind!”
Harry looked over at the other
voice and saw Alicia, the other Gryffindor chaser, holding three brooms, hers, Alicia’s
and Harry’s Firebolt.
Harry had spent a good deal of
time during practice over the years admiring Alicia’s bum on her broom. He
loved the way she’d catch the quaffle then lean forward stretching the fabric
of her riding breeches over those wonderful arse cheeks. That image had been
the inspiration for many a midnight wank.
He’d imagine her on her hands and
knees while he, kneeling behind her, would hold onto her long brown plait and
pound her cross-eyed.
His eyes went slightly out of
focus and he smiled, “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
“Can I join you?”
Mandy Potter nee Brocklehurst,
lithe and tall, her blonde hair in a ponytail, stood by the open window already
astride her Cleansweep.
Harry “Whooped”, grabbed his
Firebolt, and dove out the window, mounting his broom in free fall and streaking
skyward; three laughing witches close on his tail.
They flew over the Quidditch
pitch doing “lazy eights” between the goals. Angelina spotted a practice
quaffle wedged beneath the wooden steps that lead up to the announcer’s box and
the foursome enjoyed playing two on two games, each team trying to put the
quaffle through the other’s goal. Just to keep things interesting the teams
rotated members every seven minutes or whenever a goal was scored.
It was raucous, confusing,
exhausting fun for all – the sun was just below the horizon when Angelina
shouted “Hit the showers!”
They ran, laughing, to the
changing rooms where Harry, seemingly out of habit, went to the wizard’s side
leaving his three witches blinking in surprise.
“Harry?” Alicia called out.
Harry poked his head around the
corner, “Yes?”
“You have three young, nubile
witches planning to get naked in the changing room” Mandy explained, as if to a
small child, “and you’re just going to walk away from that?”
Harry grinned and stepped out
from the barrier wearing a brilliant smile – and nothing else. “Tell you what,
whoever can match my outfit first will have first right of refusal.”
Angelina and Alicia practically
tore their blouses, jeans and underwear off. Mandy, being a true Ravenclaw,
simply vanished her clothing.
The two Gryffindor chasers looked
gobsmacked, “You’ve just vanished all your clothes!”
“Yes, I did.”
“What will you wear back to the
tower?”
“I thought I’d wear Harry!” she
smirked, “Then again I’m pretty good at transfiguration and there are lots of
towels in here.”
Harry led his three witches into
the showers and charmed several showerheads to converge on a spot in the middle
of the tiled room.
They all had fun lathering each other,
Harry marveled at how different all the girls were and yet, how perfect – each
in their own way.
He had fun playing a form of
“blind man’s bluff” where he had to close his eyes and guess which girl he was
soaping by the size and shape of her breasts. He had to do several
“examinations” before he could make a qualified guess. Of course while he was
providing that service two other pairs of hands kept his “block and tackle”
nice and clean.
After he’d ensured they were all
“squeaky” fresh he led them out to the changing area where Angelina wrapped
several thick towels around the benches running through the center of the room.
Mandy led Harry to the middle of
one bench and directed him to sit astride it. She placed her legs on his,
straddling him and carefully directed his bone-hard cock into her more than
ready quim. Harry knew from locker room chatter that girls who played competition
level Quidditch didn’t have “cherries.” Apparently riding a broom took care of
that small detail fairly quickly. She slid down his fleshy pole, taking him
halfway, and then pulled up before settling down in his lap, fully surrounding
his pulsing length. They sat there for several minutes just enjoying a long,
sensuous snog.
He let her set the pace. They
sat, face to face, peering deeply into each other’s eyes when they weren’t
tongue wrestling as Mandy rode him. It didn’t take long for her to climax, and
Harry wasn’t far behind, but he was far from finished. He laid her gently back
on the towel covered bench and trapped the back of her knees with the inside of
his elbows so that she looked as though she had fallen backwards in a chair.
Of course the fact that this “chair” was Harry and was stroking faster and
faster as she moaned, then cried, then screeched to announce her orgasm to the
echoing walls was just a bonus. . .
Harry lay back on the bench, his persistently
erect member still leaking a dribble of cum and said, “Next!”
Alicia stood over Harry’s face
giving him an excellent view of her nicely trimmed pussy – he only had to raise
his head a little to touch her already soaking folds with his talented tongue.
Angelina straddled Harry in a
reverse cowboy and took him in one smooth stroke.
“Oh, Harrrrryyyyyyy!” she
cried as she rode him. Her beautiful, smooth, dark chocolate ass rose and
fell, rose and fell, pulled nearly out and then pushed down and back hard,
forcing him deep inside.
Meanwhile Alicia was getting the
royal lingual treatment, parseltongue with a recently acquired lengthening
charm allowed Harry to plunder her depths even as he was deliciously pounded by
Angelina.
He tongued and fingered Alicia,
keeping her on the brink, then pushed his girl-cum soaked middle finger past
her sphincter.
Alicia screeched, then fell
forward against Angelina who was in the throes of yet another Richter-scale orgasm.
Harry carefully extracted himself
from the two completely sated Gryffindors and headed back into the shower to
rinse off. He was enjoying the long, hot soak when three pairs of arms
encircled him and he spent the next few minutes in a delightful four-way snog.
)O(
Harry returned to Helena’s apartment with all three witches in tow, Angelina, Alicia, and Mandy all wore short
terrycloth togas, which got a rise from several underclassmen. Harry, whose
clothing had mysteriously disappeared, wore a towel about his waist – which got
a reaction from several underclasswomen.
The four teens tumbled into the
living room and stopped short.
Dobby knelt on the rug, holding a
very frail looking Winky.
“Dobby, what’s happened?”
“She is not bonding with
Hogwarts, Lord Harry Potter Sir. Winky’s magic is all used up.”
“What can we do?”
“She is needing binding with a
family, sir.” A single tear coursed down the elf’s cheek. “It may be being too
late now, sir.”
Harry nodded.
He knelt by the diminutive pair
and called, “Winky?”
Her eyes fluttered open, rheumy
and unfocused.
“Winky, I need a good house elf -
a nanny for my children. I was hoping you could help me.”
“Youz be needing a good elf, not
a bad elf . . .”
“You are a good elf, Winky. You
kept your master’s secrets, you never betrayed your Master Barty. I don’t
believe you would ever betray our family.”
At the word “family” Winky’s eyes
became fierce and focused, “Is you paying Winky? Is you making Winky wear
clothes?”
Harry shook his head, “Winky, you
can run around starkers if it makes you happy, and the only money you’ll get is
family money – to buy food and other necessities.”
Winky shakily raised her right
hand, which Harry took. Her chin quivered as she asked, “You is making Winky family?”
“As head of the House of Potter
and Warlock of the Coven of the Four Houses, I declare you a Potter Elf and First
Elf Nanny to the Coven of the Four Houses.”
An amber glow enveloped their
joined hands and Winky smiled. Then slept.
Dobby smiled and said, “Lord Harry
Potter is a great and powerful Warlock. Winky will be better soon.”
Harry smiled, “Take good care of
her, Dobby.”
The elf smiled, bowed and faded
away with his charge.
Mandy shook her head, “That is
the oddest elf I’ve ever met. Did you notice his speech?”
“Not the usual house elf patois.”
Angelina observed.
“Well, he is the highest paid
house elf in the world.” Harry snickered, “He gets a galleon and one day off
every month. I tried to get him to take more, but he talked me back down.”
)O(
Professor Minerva McGonagall sat
on her desk in the transfiguration classroom dressed in a red diaphanous gown
that enhanced, rather than obscured, the matching bra and panty set, suspenders
and hose. Five inch spiked “fuck-me” heels completed the ensemble.
Harry swallowed hard, “Um,
Professor, I thought we were going to practice transfiguration.”
“We are, Mister Potter, but I
thought it might help to give you a wee bit of incentive.”
Saying that, she smiled, and
pulled the two long sticks from her hair freeing the flaming locks to cascade
over her shoulders and down her back. She looked like a pin-up from the 1940s,
when it was known that it wasn’t what showed that made a pinup girl sexy, but
what was hinted at.
“I have three practical tasks,
for each task you complete to acceptable OWL levels you can choose one article
of clothing that I will remove. Understand?”
Harry smiled and nodded.
“First task, transfigure this
teacup into a tortoise.”
With a grin and the slightest
movement of his wand the teacup became a small European Tortoise.
“Excellent, Mister Potter, silent
casting with minimal wand movement, definitely exceeds expectations.”
“If you believe that then I’m
sure the examiner will grant me an “O”, the gown, please.”
Minerva smirked and stood by her
desk, “If you aim high, you’ll never be disappointed.” Then let the red
acromantula silk gown fall off her shoulders.
Her bra and knickers set was a
deep British racing green, very nearly black.
“Next task, transfigure this
toadstool into a toad.”
Harry made a surreptitious
movement with his wand, directed his attention to the toadstool and whispered,
“Ribbet!”
Minerva frowned, “Acceptable, but
you would have exceeded expectations if you had cast the charm silently.”
Harry grinned, concentrated on
the toad, a perfect example of Bufo vulgaris, which suddenly sprouted
bat-like wings and flew to the chandelier.
She smiled and laughed in sheer
delight, “Oh, outstanding, Harry, well done, well done indeed!”
“Thank you, Professor, lose the
bra, please.”
Minerva smiled and worked the
front clasp between the lace cups and dropped the undergarment onto the floor,
kicking it to the side to rest next to the gown she’d dropped earlier.
Harry moved closer to her,
reaching for those wonderful, soft-yet-firm globes but she held up her hand,
stepped over to the long table in front of her desk and, in a voice thick with
lust, whispered, “Last task; change this table into a bed while I’m sitting on
it.”
Minerva rolled onto the table and
lounged, propped up on her elbows, her brilliant red hair flowing onto the
polished table top. One of her long legs bent at the knee the other straight –
which emphasized the length of her sumptuous legs. Harry smiled, closed his
eyes and concentrated. One could almost imagine him “seeing” the bed. Keeping
his eyes closed he slowly spread his arms wide and then suddenly brought his
hands together. There was a bright light, a clap of distant thunder and
Minerva found herself on a magnificent king-sized four poster with silk sheets
and a satin duvet. The silk encased pillows were strewn with fragrant rose
petals.
“Beyond Outstanding, Harry! What
would you have me take off then, the shoes?”
Harry, who had already shed his
clothing, knee-walked from the foot of the bed till he was kneeling between
Minerva’s legs and said, “Leave the shoes on, they’re dead sexy.”
“What shall I remove then?”
Harry smirked and said, “I’ve
already taken the liberty.” Then he lifted her bare bum, lined up his rampant
cock and slid into her slick tunnel with one smooth motion.
She wrapped her long legs around
his waist, locking her ankles together in the small of his back and groaned, “Oh
aye!”
Harry began the series of ten
shallow strokes, ten deep, ten slow, ten fast and hard and deep that made
Minnie into the wanton “slapper” that she loved to be when making love to her
Warlock.
In no time she was babbling in a
mix of Gaelic and English, screaming “Ach, Daibhidh! Beloved, ah, ah,
ah, ah, ayyyyyyyiiiiiieeeee!”
Harry smiled as he probed her wet
depths and thought, “It’s good to be the Warlock!”
)O(
Harry returned from his practical
“studies” to find Alicia and Mandy fitting a small, terrycloth toga onto Winky.
“That looks fine, Winky.”
“Missus Potters is helping Winky
with her uniform, Master Harry.”
Indeed, the towel was cinched at
the waist and held at the shoulder by a small brooch bearing the Potter family
crest.
“It looks nice, Winky, and is
definitely not clothes.”
The little elf beamed at the “not
clothes.”
“Missus Potters is finding much
work for me, I will be doing my bestest for the Ancient and Noble House of
Potter.”
“I know you will, Winky. That’s
a good elf.”
Winky sobbed and faded.
“Did I say something wrong?” he
asked, worried.
“No, Harry, you said something
very right,” Alicia assured him, “she’s just not used to being treated with
courtesy and kindness.”
“Well, she’d better get used to
it, she deserves no less.”
Angelina entered the room dressed
in a short gown of white silk. The contrast of the pale gown against her dark skin
was startling, and very sexy. “How did the Practical studies go?”
“Oh you know Professor McGonagall;
she’s quite the task mistress - rides me to the point of exhaustion . . . not
that I’m complaining!”
Angelina embraced Harry from
behind, and form fitted her body against his back. As he reveled in her soft,
comforting warmth she deftly unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt.
“Poor baby,” she cooed, “how
about a lie down?”
Mandy knelt before Harry and
loosened his trousers button and fly, smiled and remarked, “Seems our Lord has
a small, um, not so small problem.”
Angelina smiled and said, “I
think the two of us can handle it.”
Alicia cleared her throat from
her seat on the couch and with a look of sultry hunger raised three fingers.
Harry sighed theatrically, “This
may take a while.”
As Mandy captured his bulbous
gland with her lips Alicia nibbled his ear and whispered, “Take all the time
you need, Harry. We’re not going anywhere!”
And in that simple statement the
girls summed up Harry’s idea of heaven – knowing he would never ever be lonely
again.
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