Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires

Ronald Weasley had just had an exceptional dream; in it, Hermione had come to his bed in her slutty school uniform, tight floral panties and an extremely horny demeanor. His dream was so vivid, so life-like, that it felt almost real. Little did Ron know however, that it was no dream that he had experienced so vividly, but a real life encounter. Instead of plowing an imaginary Hermione, he had actually fucked his younger sister, pumping her young teen twat full of his potent and hot sticky cum. Ginny couldn’t complain however; the darkness masked who she was actually fucking, and although it had been Ron fucking her, she invariably thought she had Harry’s big dick lodged her tiny crevice. Either way, Ron’s fifteenth birthday had started out exceedingly well; not only did he get some sweet teenage pussy while he slept in, but much more had already been planned for later that day. Fleur Delacour had already agreed to fuck him and Harry later that evening for saving her little sister Gabrielle. Had she known that Harry had actually violated while unconscious at the bottom of the lake, she would’ve been less appreciative of what they had done for her sister.

While Ron awaited a fun-filled evening, Hermione was formulating her own devious plan to seduce Ron into giving her the location of the Spellbook of Desires. Hermione was desperate; otherwise she would have never considered using her teenage sex appeal to seduce anyway save Ron to get what she wanted. Malfoy’s continued sexual depravity and insatiable lust for her and her friends had led Hermione into doing something drastic and extremely repulsive. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Ron in that way; it was just that time and again, she had been forced, tricked or enchanted into performing often embarrassing and devious sexual favors for both her friends and enemies. She did find comfort in the fact that this time she would be doing it under her own will and with someone she had a crush on. Not only that, it was Ron’s birthday, and seducing him would be one birthday present he’d never forget.

Hermione had formulated her new plan after seeing her good friend Ginny Weasley walking up the girls’ stairs looking disheveled, satisfied and exhausted. She also caught a glimpse of something that looked an awful lot like cum running down her inner thigh, which made her wonder what the hell she had been up to in the boys’ room when Harry wasn’t even there. The mystery was an odd one, but Hermione had much more important things to think about as she walked up to her room and got ready for her morning classes. There would be no time to seduce Ron before classes began, so Hermione planned to do it in between classes during the lunch hour. Her attire was plenty slutty enough to ensnare Ron, with a hiked up skirt and unbuttoned blouse, but Hermione wanted to add a couple more necessities before making her move.

She pulled off her tight cotton panties and threw on a ridiculously small and tight white thong she had buried deep in her trunk. She had never considered wearing the underwear due to the obvious sexual innuendo associated with such attire, but now that such measures were necessary, Hermione donned the dubious lingerie and pulled her hiked up skirt over it. She made a mental note not to bend over while having her skirt affixed so high, because even the slightest movement would reveal her juicy teen ass to the entire school. Satisfied that her clothing was slutty, but not too slutty, Hermione left her room and headed for her first class.

Ron woke with a start after Harry nudged his shoulder. Apparently, Harry had run down to the Owlery, sent out an order form and returned. Ron was a little disconcerted; it had felt like he hadn’t gotten a minute of sleep since Harry had left.

‘Jeez, what time is it Harry?’ Ron mumbled while he struggled into a sitting position on his bed.

‘Time for class!’ Harry said urgently, knowing that if they lingered any longer they would be reprimanded by Professor McGonagall.

‘I was having such a good dream!’ Ron whimpered, as he pulled off his sheets and got ready for class. Neither Ron nor Harry took notice of Ron’s bed sheets; they were soaked in both sweat and cum from both Ron and Ginny.

‘Oh… I got another present for you!’ Harry said suddenly, pulling out a couple vials of some new potion he had obviously concocted using the Spellbook of Desires. ‘This little baby is a little potion I brewed from the pages of our favorite book’

‘What does it do?’ Ron replied, taking one of the bottles from Harry in the process. The vial was quite small, and filled with an extremely fluorescent pink colored liquid. ‘It looks really weird’

‘Here… Read this while I go see if Hermione’s ready to go… Just throw it back in my trunk and lock it before you leave’ Harry responded, handing Ron the Spellbook of Desires before walking out of the room and down into the common room to find Hermione.

Ron quickly flipped the cover open and to a page Harry had left a bookmark on. The title of the potion was so aptly named ‘Substantious Orgasmo’. The title gave it away to Ron immediately, but his curiosity was aroused, so he continued reading.

The potion’s description read:

Reserves running low… Need an a little extra for a special gal. Look no further than this simple to make potion, which increases the drinker’s stamina and potential orgasm. No longer will any drinker be limited to one orgasm; after drinking this pink potion, you’ll have more than enough to have several rounds with whomever you want. Upon drinking this potion, its effects will last up to 24 hours, no matter how many orgasms you go through! Warning! There is a substantial increase in semen quantities when cumming!

Ron liked what he read, and instead of waiting for Harry or for his night of fun with Fleur, he quickly gulped down the pink substance. The description said he had twenty-four hours before the effects wore off, so drinking it a little earlier wouldn’t matter the slightest. Besides, he had a small inkling he might have the chance to test out the potion he just consumed before his meeting with the insatiable Fleur Delacour.

With that, Ron closed the book and threw it into Harry’s trunk, but before he could lock it, Harry called up to him to move his slow ass. Ron picked up his bag and ran out of the room and down the stairs to the common room.

‘Holy SHIT…! Hermione… Uhhhhh… Ready for… Uhh… Class!’ Ron stuttered, as Hermione came into view. Ron always expected to be breathless when laying his eyes on Hermione, but he was nowhere near prepared for Hermione’s uniform. His little fantasy did little justice to how hot Hermione was looking. As Ron stumbled and stuttered down the stairs, Harry was laughing his ass of silently. He had also been taken off guard by Hermione’s outrageously slutty attire, but he couldn’t help but find Ron’s reaction comical.

‘Happy Birthday Ron!’ Hermione said in slightly sexy and seductive voice. As she wished Ron a happy birthday, Hermione leaned in and gave Ron a long and extremely tight hug. As she squeezed him tight, Hermione could feel Ron’s obvious excitement, as something long, hard and warm pressed up against her thigh. As Harry watched, Hermione felt Ron regain his composure and begin to move one of his hands towards her supple ass. Just before he took a firm hold of her beautiful teen ass, Hermione pulled away, turned around and started walking towards the portrait hole.

‘Shit!’ Ron said to himself as he and Harry followed Hermione to their first class. They had two classes before lunch and although Hermione’s hug had been only brief, his raging hard boner lasted throughout both classes. He hid it as best he could, especially while walking through the halls between classes, but both Harry and Hermione could tell he was having difficulty hiding the massive erection. Although Ron had been turned on by Hermione’s tight hug, the true reason behind his continued erection was the potion he had prematurely drank. It had kept him hard throughout the entire morning and unless he did something about it soon, it would continue on through the afternoon. He had potions in the afternoon and he just knew either Malfoy or Snape would call attention to it and embarrass him. Just as he was about to give up and run up to his room to rub one out, Hermione took him by the hand in the hallway and led him into a small broom closet on the way down to the Great Hall.

‘Where the fuck did they go!’ Harry said to himself, looking around for his two friends, who had run off without his notice. Harry would walk up and down the hallway twice before he gave up and decided to walk down to the Great Hall by himself to have his lunch.

‘What are you doing Hermione?’ Ron said to Hermione, as she guided him into a tiny broom closet. He tried to cover up his bulge as Hermione closed the door, but it was to no avail as Hermione turned around and looked down at his fully hard manhood.

‘I’m giving you your birthday present of course!’ Hermione responded, stepping closer to Ron and kissing him on the lips. Ron was shocked at first, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Ron wrapped his arms around her back and moved them slowly down to her supple teen ass. Without even asking permission, he slid them underneath the band holding up her skirt and took hold of her thong framed ass. Instead of pushing Ron back, Hermione moaned in pleasure; enjoying the sensation of Ron’s big warm hands manhandling her tiny but juicy teen ass.

‘I think I like this present best of all!’ Ron whispered into Hermione’s ear as he pulled down her skirt and gave her ass a quick smack.

‘I thought you would!’ Hermione replied seductively, biding her time to ask for the whereabouts of the Spellbook of Desires. She couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by Ron’s advances as he continued to grope her tight teen body. Realizing that the best way to extract the necessary information from Ron would be to put him in a position he couldn’t refuse, Hermione got onto her knees, removed her blouse to reveal her pert teen tits and started pulling down Ron’s pants.

Ron was astonished; Hermione’s demeanor was nothing like the usual and as far as he knew, there was no potion, enchantment or spell effecting her actions. Before Ron could think up a reason for why Hermione was giving him all that he had ever dreamed about, he felt her small cold hands pulling down his underwear and grasping his extremely hard rod.

Hermione was slightly disgusted at both the situation she was in and what she was about to do. She took a firm hold of Ron’s rock hard shaft and slowly began to move her hand back and forth over it, eliciting pleasurable moans from him in the process. Noting Ron’s obvious approval of her methodic handjob, she began to quicken her pace, sliding her hand over his dick faster and faster.

Ron pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming as Hermione’s hand moved over his throbbing cock at an ever-increasing speed. He couldn’t believe his luck, but instead of just standing there like some dumb fuck, he reached down and started fondling Hermione’s rosy little nipples just as she leaned her head in and gave the tip of his penis a few flicks by her wet tongue.

‘Oh man that feels good!’ Ron spat out, enjoying the feeling of Hermione’s tongue on the tip of his cock.

Hermione threw caution to the wind after hearing Ron’s appreciation and tasting the tip of his delicious cock. Hermione quickly enveloped the rest of his six inches in her hot wet mouth and began moving her head back and forth over it in a quick but steady rhythm.

The potion was obviously working, because as amazing a feeling Hermione’s mouth was on his member, Ron’s stamina wasn’t even waning. Under normal circumstances, he knew he would have blown his load as soon as he felt Hermione’s hot mouth on his cock, but the potion seemed to be having some positive effects on his overall stamina.

Hermione continued to suck Ron off for a further five minutes, until both her mouth was getting tired and Ron’s patience for Hermione’s pussy ran thin.

‘Can I please fuck you now Hermione?’ Ron begged, as Hermione finally pulled off his wet rod and stood up to enact the second part of her plan.

‘Yes… On one condition though’ Hermione replied, with a smirk on her face.

‘ANYTHING!’ groaned Ron, not caring what the conditions or consequences were. All that mattered was getting to fuck the beautiful Hermione Granger by that point.

‘Where is that little sexual spell book you and Harry have been using?’ Hermione said, giving Ron a stern look in the process.

‘Oh… That… It’s locked in Harry’s trunk, why?’ Ron replied, not putting two and two together. Hermione’s plan would have been obvious to someone a little less preoccupied and a little smarter, but Ron was neither, as Hermione’s objective of retrieving the location of the Spellbook of Desires was achieved. ‘Is that all?’ Ron finished, as Hermione smiled to herself, knowing that she was one step closer to taking her revenge against Malfoy.

Hermione could have found a way out of her little predicament if she wanted to, but after working so hard on Ron’s tasty cock, she was far too horny to walk away. ‘That’s it!’ Hermione responded seductively, turning around and bending over so her ass was sticking up right towards Ron’s throbbing dick. She put her hands against the closet door and prepared herself for some deep Weasley penetration.

It didn’t take long for Ron to respond to Hermione’s presentation; he grabbed her hips and guided his long six inches in towards her tight little twat. He could feel Hermione cringe in a little pain as his bulbous head began splitting her in half. She let out a small cry as Ron continued to force more of his shaft into her.

‘God you’re tight!’ groaned Ron, pulling out of her pussy and spitting on his rod before placing the tip back into her. Hermione probably would have responded to the disgusting and vulgar sexual reference, but she was far too engrossed with Ron’s large protruding rod nearly splitting her cunny in half to make a retort. Both Ron and Hermione were sweating profusely only minutes later, after finally forcing the remainder of Ron’s six inches into Hermione’s tight hole. After that, the going got a little easier for both parties, as Ron rocked his hips back and forth while Hermione eased her hips backwards to meet Ron’s rapidly increasing thrusts. Ron’s hands continued to grope, massage and spank Hermione’s ass and tits as the tempo increased and Hermione approached an imminent orgasm.

‘Holy Fuck… I’m cumming!’ groaned Hermione, as her orgasm quickly approached and as Ron met her cries with increased vigor. With one final thrust, Hermione cried out with joy as her body shook and her pussy clamped down on Ron’s manhood, lodged deep within her convulsing cunny. ‘Ahhhhhhhh!’ moaned Hermione a little too loudly as she went through a massive orgasm. Ron responded by picking up his rhythm again and sliding his shaft back in and out of her while her warm juices coated his cock and ran down her thighs. ‘SHIT Ron… How can you keep going?’ Hermione cried as her orgasm finally ceased. Hermione was astonished at Ron’s endurance, and rightfully so; he had lasted far longer than any mortal man could have while fucking such a sweet peach.

‘Just for you baby!’ Ron replied, proud of himself for holding out so long. The potion’s beneficial effects had allowed Ron to last far longer, but even those effects were slowly ebbing away as he began to pant in anticipation of a very messy and sticky end. Ron could feel his stamina diminishing with each rut of his hips and even though he knew he couldn’t last much longer at his current pace, he began bucking his hips even harder, slamming his cock fully into Hermione with each thrust.

Hermione was unprepared for the sudden increase in speed; she moaned out in pleasure and braced herself against the door of the broom closet while Ron rutted into her.

‘GOD! RON! AGAIN!’ screamed Hermione, going through a second orgasm, just as Ron began to grunt in satisfaction. Hermione’s second coating of warm juices on his cock was enough for Ron to reach his own climax. With an almighty grunt, Ron followed quickly after, by pulling his cock out of her tight hole and flipping around to face him on her knees.

‘What are you do---?’ started Hermione not realizing what Ron had planned for his climactic finish.

‘UNGHHH! UNGHHH! UNGHHHHHH!’ Ron grunted moments later, pointing his six inch cock directly at her shocked face and painting it a lovely shade of white with a massive quantity of his hot sticky seed.

‘What the fuck---’ Hermione sputtered again, but was quickly interrupted when Ron aimed the next shot right into her gaping mouth. She coughed and sputtered and tried to get away from Ron’s spurting cock, but she had nowhere to go. Ron held the top of her head still as he pumped away, spraying copious amounts of his sticky face all over her face and hair. Hermione had no escape and instead of continuing to struggle, she sat there and waited for Ron to stop. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the taste, as she swallowed the load that had been shot in her mouth; it was just that Ron was making such a mess of her with his sticky cum.

Ron didn’t know if it was Hermione’s amazing body, his lust for her or the potion he had drank, but he couldn’t believe the amount of cum pouring out the tip of his cock. A minute passed before he shot the last wad of his sticky cum onto Hermione’s glistening cheek.

‘Scourgify!’ Ron said, moments later, pointing his discarded wand at her face, hair and body and removing the massive load of cum he had ejaculated all over her.

‘Thanks for not cumming inside me Ron!’ Hermione said, looking a little pissed off and disheveled. Hermione was actually thankful that Ron pulled out and gave her a facial instead. She didn’t like being degraded by getting a face full of hot semen, but she would rather have that than a pussy full of his heated cream.

‘Wow… I’ll never forget this birthday! Thanks Hermione!’ Ron thanked Hermione before getting dressed and walking out the broom closet without ever realizing he had fallen right into Hermione’s little sex ploy.

Hermione pulled on her clothes a few minutes and left the closet looking extremely disheveled. Her hair was a mess, her skirt was on backwards and her shirt buttoned incorrectly. People stopped and stared at her as she stumbled and walked back up to the Gryffindor common room with a smile plastered on her face the entire way. With everyone finishing up their lunch, Hermione was able to sneak back up to the common room, into Harry and Ron’s bedroom and open the unlocked trunk containing the Spellbook of Desires. Ron had forgotten to lock the trunk before he left, so Hermione had no difficulty at all in stealing the book and stowing it away in her own trunk before anyone was the wiser. She’d have a nice little meeting with Ginny after classes ended later that day and discuss their plan for taking Malfoy down for good.