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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 288609 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Age of Consent

Sophie moaned miserably as she and Katie made the rounds on Friday (sitting in on third year classes that day). She was still weak and shaky and sore from their Halloween “performances,” and it was horribly uncomfortable to walk around with a big bloody snake inside her who was determined to make her first day as its residence as humiliating and painful as possible.
Hydra had slithered down her channel and poked his three heads out of her vagina that morning, leaving the bulk of his length coiled in her womb, biting her pussy lips and inner thighs at intervals while she had her breakfast under the Hufflepuff table, and he had remained in that position ever since, forcing Sophie to waddle around with her legs spread to accommodate his heads.
It would have been much worse, and Sophie didn’t think she could have managed it at all if she hadn’t taken a deep drink from her and Katie’s pee bucket that morning. The effects of the pain potion and calming draught in the urine were thankfully strong thanks to Madam Pomfrey tipping the entire contents of the bottles into their pail the night before.
But even the numbing daze wasn’t quite enough to prevent the discomfort, and the brief moments of pain when Hydra’s sharp fangs sank into the flesh of the outer regions of Sophie’s vulva.
Her moan became a squeal when all three of the heads bit her at once, two targeting the labia to either side of the serpent’s scaly neck, and the other snapping at her clitoris. Sophie lost control of her bladder and a stream of pee squirted from between her legs and splashed on the dungeon floor; her knees wobbled, and she almost collapsed while most of the third years in Potions laughed at her.
Katie, who was standing at attention like Sophie was at the front of the class, legs spread and hands behind her head, glowered at everyone. Professor Slughorn chuckled and shook his head.
“Miss Bell, it would appear that your partner has made a mess,” he said jovially. “If you would be so kind as to clean it up.”
Scowling, Katie dropped to her knees and began to lick Sophie’s pee from the stone floor of the dungeon. Her tongue darted out again and again until the puddle of urine was gone.
Potions was the final class of the day and the dejected pair returned to their cage in the Great Hall when it was over. Hydra wasn’t content to leave Sophie alone, even after humiliating her all through lessons. All three of his forked tongues lazily flicked the little button at the top of her slit, and every now and then, one of the three heads would lunge forward and clamp its mouth on the button, tugging at it.
The alternating sensations of pleasure and pain sent little tingles shooting through Sophie, and then with a sob, she arched and quivered, losing herself for a short while to a mortifying orgasm. She was still panting when her eyelids fluttered back open and she saw Susan and Hannah peering at her sadly. Susan knelt on the floor and whispered at her.
“I’m so sorry, Sophie. It’s simply awful what they’ve been doing to you! I wish we could do more for you right now, but I can only promise you one thing at the moment - Draco Malfoy is going to wish he’d never put that horrid snake inside you.”
~o0o~
Draco Malfoy strutted through the stone corridors of Hogwarts like he owned the place, flanked by his minions, Crabbe and Goyle, and dreaming up new indignities to heap upon the receptacles - especially one in particular. Abusing the littler one was more fun than the other; Draco liked the way she cried. Bell was too Gryffindor, too stoic to be quite as entertaining.
“Make ‘er eat dung,” said Crabbe when asked.
“Or better,” said Goyle, “make Bell sit on her face an’ crap in her mouth.”
Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust, but he couldn’t say the idea didn’t have some merit. On the one hand, it would be revolting and humiliating for Roper - but on the other, it would just be revolting. Draco wasn’t sure he really wanted to watch that. Then he had a brainwave.
“Not bad, Goyle! I didn’t know you had that much imagination,” said Draco. “I think we’ll save that one for another day. But speaking of dung... it does sort of give me an idea - it’s time to feed Hydra anyway.”
After retrieving some food for Hydra from one of the traps in the dungeon, Draco and his little entourage made their way to the Great Hall. He stalked up to the front of the cage and banged on the bars.
“Oi - Cunt! Get your little arse over here! ... It’s feeding time for Hydra!”
~o0o~
Sophie’s lip quivered when she saw who it was; she shot a look at Katie as she struggled to her feet.
“Remember what Susan said,” Katie murmured, too quietly for Draco Malfoy to hear.
Sophie waddled up to the bars at the front the cage, not sure what to expect and wondering what snakes ate. The only good thing (?) was that the three heads of the serpent were already poking from her entrance, waving about and hissing; at least Malfoy wouldn’t be sticking food in her vagina like that horrid Weasley boy had done to Hermione Granger.
“Right, now turn around, stick your bum against the bars, and bend over,” Malfoy said commandingly.
Puzzled, but too afraid to ask why, Sophie did what she was told without a word.
“Bend over more!” snapped Malfoy.
“I... I c-c-can’t,” Sophie stammered. “I’ll t-tip over.”
“Oh!” said Malfoy, thankfully sounding like he believed her instead of growing angrier. “Right, Crabbe, Goyle, hold onto the Receptacle’s legs and don’t let go...”
Sophie felt hands roughly grasping her knees.
“Higher up...” said Draco, leaving the “idiots” unsaid, judging by his tone of voice.
“That’s better,” he said when Crabbe and Goyle gripped the top of her thighs tightly, pulling Sophie’s bottom against the cold bars.
Sophie flinched, her eyes widening in horror when she felt Malfoy poke her anus with a finger. Surely he wouldn’t...
“Wh-what are you d-d-doing?” she whimpered.
“You’ll see!”
She felt his finger sharply dig into her sphincter and squealed loudly.
“Shut up!” Malfoy ordered.
Sophie’s second shriek caught in her throat when he wriggled his finger inside her bottom-hole, compelled as she was by the collar to obey his commands.
“That’s bloody tight,” he muttered. “This might be harder than I thought.”
“STOP IT!” she heard Katie yelling, and she heard Malfoy bark, “You shut up too, you stupid slag!”
Then she heard a squeaking sound and felt a tiny little nose and whiskers tickling her anus as Malfoy tried to pry it open with his finger. Sophie’s eyes bulged when she suddenly remembered that snakes liked to eat things like live mice and she realised that Malfoy was trying to shove one inside her bum... and she couldn’t even scream - the best she could manage was a muffled, “Mmmm! Mmmm!”
There was a hissing, spitting noise and she felt the three headed snake writhing its scaly body against her inner walls, its tail flicking angrily inside her womb.
“Fine!” Draco whined. “Have it your way, Hydra! ... I’m sorry alright! I got it! No dirty food. ... But you’ll still do her up, won’t you?”
Sophie breathed a sigh of relief which was short-lived. The mouse’s squeals grew louder and then muffled as it was apparently being swallowed whole; the squirming bulge in the three headed snake’s throat stretched her labia wider and then the fleshy walls of her vagina as the mouse traveled towards the viper’s stomach.
The next thing Sophie felt was almost as horrifying as the idea of a wriggling, clawing, furry rodent in her bottom - one of the snake’s cool scaly heads pressing against her anus. More “Mmmm! ... Mmmm!”s escaped Sophie’s throat as it forced its way inside her, then the other head, and the other, beside the first.
Sophie squirmed, her little breasts jiggling, her chest heaving rapidly, sweat beading on her forehead; the three heads wriggled inside her as the snake slithered deeper into her rectum. Then the serpent began sliding back and forth, its bulging stomach traveling from one end of her vagina to the other as it fucked both of her slick, heated lower channels simultaneously.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughed uproariously at her distress.
Gasping for breath now, her eyes rolling, tears dripping from her burning cheeks, Sophie fell forward against Katie’s boobs when Crabbe and Goyle let go of her thighs, grateful that Katie had managed to get herself up off the floor and over to the front of the cage in time to catch her.
~o0o~
Draco chortled gleefully as he watched the silver diamonds on Hydra’s iridescent, glistening green back slipping in and out of Roper’s clinging pussy lips and tight bunghole at the same time, while Crabbe and Goyle sniggered at his side.
Bell slowly edged towards the back of the cage, barely managing to guide Roper along with her elbows. Then Bell carefully slid down the back of the cage to rest on the floor again, with Roper sobbing into Bell’s chest as she partially lay on the floor, bottom up, between Bell’s splayed legs.
Draco watched for a good twenty minutes, listening to Roper’s sobs and moans, as the serpent continued slithering in and out of both holes and Bell shot death glares at him. Draco had intended to watch until Hydra was finished, but strangely found himself fidgeting and growing bored.
“Crabbe, Goyle, you two want to go do something else? Hydra’s probably going to fuck the Receptacle another half hour at least.”
“Yeah, alright then,” said Goyle thickly, and Crabbe, who was picking his nose, nodded.
“I feel like a walk,” Draco announced, suddenly having an odd urge to explore the Forbidden Forest.
On his way out of the Great Hall, Draco spotted several Ravenclaw girls studying whom he hadn’t noticed before. The older one seemed to be demonstrating some simple spells to the younger ones. The older one caught Draco looking at her and smirked slightly; Draco quickly averted his eyes and exited the hall with his two henchmen.
It was still raining, as it had been for the last two days, and it was practically sleet, as cold as it was. But Draco really didn’t care and pulled the hood of his robes over his head, and Crabbe and Goyle followed suit. Down the hill across the muddy, slushy lawns they went, heading toward the shadowy trees looming from the mist.
The three of them grew wetter and colder as they tromped through the underbrush, pushing through thorny bushes and stepping over gnarled roots as they penetrated deeper into the darkening woods. But they still kept going.
The cracking of branches caught Draco’s attention and he stopped dead in his tracks, his chest pounding.
“Did you hear that?” he asked Crabbe and Goyle, his voice quavering slightly.
“Dunno,” said Crabbe as he pulled his finger from his nose and wiped it on his soggy robes. “Maybe.”
“I don’t see nothin’...” said Goyle, frowning and peering into the misty woods.
His hand trembling, Draco reached for his wand. There was a crashing sound behind him and he shrieked as an enormous pale green hand grabbed his wrist, sending his wand flying. Crabbe and Goyle yelled as they too suddenly found themselves in the clutches of Forest Trolls.
Draco struggled vainly against the one who now had a tight grip on both of his wrists.
“STOP!” he shouted, recognising the trolls as the ones who had raped Bell and Roper yesterday during the Halloween festivities. “My father will hear about this if you don’t let me go at once.”
The adolescent Forest Troll ignored him and sniffed his hair as another six or seven foot tall, lumpy looking pale green beast lumbered towards them.
“Smell like girl,” the troll holding Draco grunted, “but no look like girl.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Draco whimpered, ice crawling through his veins.
“Don’t matter if not girl,” said the second troll as it tore at Draco’s robes with a ripping sound. “It still got two holes.”
“NO! STOP!” shrieked Draco when his worst fears were confirmed. “STOP!”

But the ripping continued and Crabbe and Goyle’s shouts and howls joined with his own, their chorus of screams echoing through the forest glade. Finally, the tearing of clothes was finished, and Draco was naked, violently shivering, not from the cold and the wet, but from sheer terror. The raucous laughter of the trolls was as frightening as their lustful grunts and growls.
One of them pointed between Draco’s legs and guffawed. “Almost girl anyway!”
Draco peered down at his dangly bits, shocked to see that the engorgement charm on his willy was gone. Without the charm, in its deflated state as it was, Draco’s penis was barely half an inch. But he only had seconds to contemplate that depressing turn of events as things quickly turned from bad to worse.
One of the trolls flung Draco face-down over a log and yanked his legs widely apart and the other tugged painfully at his hair. His shrieks were suddenly cut off when the large mushroom shaped dark green crown of a huge veiny cock jabbed into his mouth.
Draco gagged on the fetid taste of the troll’s dick sliding across his tongue. Then a splitting pain tore through him as all ten inches of troll cock burst through his sphincter and filled his arsehole in one savage thrust.
The troll cock in Draco’s mouth buried its entire length in his throat in one go at that very same moment. The two adolescent trolls mercilessly pounded both ends of Draco for a good ten minutes, brutally pumping away.
Draco’s throat and bunghole were already on fire when both trolls halted their thrusting, cocks buried to the roots in both passages. When he realised what was about to happen, Draco’s eyes turned into saucers and he beat uselessly on the thighs of the troll whose bulging lower belly smothered his face, its stinky, bristly pubes scratching his nose, cheeks and lips.
And then the dam burst; both cocks erupted at the same time. Draco felt troll semen flood his lower bowels, and a torrent of jizz shot into his stomach. The penises twitched and throbbed inside him, squirting their seed into the depths of his innermost regions.
It seemed to go on and on; Draco felt utterly debased and ill at the knowledge that he was being filled with sperm - with troll sperm at that. Finally, it seemed to be drawing to closer to the finish; the cock belonging to the troll in front of Draco slowly exited his throat, filling his mouth with slimy cum.
The troll waited a moment for Draco to gulp down the revolting bodily fluid, and then withdrew to perform the final indignity of ejaculating all over his face and hair. Draco sputtered, gasping for air, sticky semen drooling from his open mouth and mingling with the rainwater as it spattered against the forest floor.

At his other end, Draco felt the oozing cum gushing out from his gaping, burning sphincter; in that moment Draco was cognizant of the most humiliating sensation of all - the feeling of his two inch boner scraping the soggy bark of the log over which he had just been raped.
He barely had any time at all to think about it as two more trolls took the place of the first pair, and he felt his legs being yanked apart once more.
On and on it went as the stormy wet night fell upon them all, the trolls relentlessly assaulting the three boys in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.
And then it was over - the trolls having had their fun. Battered and bruised all over, throat and rear-passage fucked raw, covered from head to toe in troll semen, Draco lay flopped over the log, too weak to move, glad for the freezing rain beating against his over-heated skin.
He moaned when he heard cracking branches over the steady thrum of the icy downpour, sure they were coming back for more.
“Well, would yeh look a’ tha’ ...!” said a familiar gruff voice. “Never thought I’d find you three out here in the middle o’ the night. Looks like the trolls had their way with the lot o’ yeh!”
Draco feebly lifted his head to see Hagrid looming over him. Cheeks burning with shame, Draco was nonetheless grateful when the hairy giant gently lay him over one shoulder, Crabbe over the other, and cradled Goyle in his enormous arms, and then carried the three of them all the way up to the castle and to the hospital wing...
~o0o~
“Wotcher Sirius.” Dora bounded through the entrance of Number Twelve and threw her arms around him.
“Morning Dora,” said Sirius, yawning. “When I said come over Saturday morning, I didn’t mean this early.”
“And miss out on breakfast with my favourite cousin and my new best friends?”
“I think they’re both still in bed too.”
“Well, it would’ve been easier if I could’ve come by floo, wouldn’t it? I could’ve waited a bit longer.”
“Hmm, yes, but I’m trying to keep Number Twelve’s floo ‘off the grid’ so to speak - at least for now.”
“Oh!” Dora looked thoughtful for moment, as if that hadn’t occurred to her. “Yeah, I s’pose that does make sense. Anyway, thanks for adjustin’ the wards to recognise me.”
“...And you won’t have to get up so early anymore,” she added, unloading a heavy looking backpack from her shoulders.
Sirius raised his eyebrows.
“Moving in already?” said a mirthful voice on the stairs behind them.
“Mornin’ Remus,” Dora grinned at him. “Sirius did say I could.”
“I just didn’t expect Andi and Ted to agree, and judging by Sirius’s expression, I’m not sure that he did either.”
“Yeah, Mum and Dad did give me a bit o’ grief about me bein’ too immature to move out, but I wore ‘em down,” she chortled. “I told ‘em that seein’ as I was still a kid then, I’d fit right in with Hermione and Harriet! ... They could hardly disagree with that after they’d just got through tellin’ me I acted like I was still twelve years old.”
“Nice work,” Sirius chuckled, looking very impressed. “Very Slytherin of you.”
“Oi, there’s no need to be insulting,” said Dora, sticking her tongue out at him.
Giggles wafted down the stairs and everyone looked up to see Harriet and Hermione grinning over the bannister of the second floor.
“Hi Dora,” Harriet called down, “Need any help with that?”
“Nah, I got it,” said Dora, grunting as she hauled her backpack over her shoulder, “Hang on - I’ll be up there in half a tick!”
“Right, well, Remus and I will get some tea and start on breakfast then, shall we? I told Kreacher to sleep in today.”
“Sounds great,” Dora gave Sirius a peck on the cheek. “See you in a few minutes then.”
Both looking amused, Sirius and Remus watched Dora lug her backpack up two flights of stairs, then they headed downstairs to the kitchen.
“How much do you want to bet Dora will show up for breakfast without any clothes on?” said Remus, smirking.
“I wouldn’t take that bet,” Sirius retorted, rubbing at his crinkled forehead. “I’m just not sure I’m ready to see my baby cousin naked yet.”
By the time he and Remus were setting scrambled eggs, bangers, buttery crumpets, and chips on the kitchen table, Sirius was almost afraid to look up when he heard footsteps at the kitchen entrance.
He was surprised, but relieved to see that Dora was still wearing clothes, and he wondered how long that was going to last. Dora, Harriet, and Hermione took their seats and began with sips of orange juice, all looking a bit smug as they dug into their breakfasts.
~o0o~
The wind buffeted Harriet, whipping her long black hair across her face, waves crashing against the rocks furthest from the shore. She was sitting on a wet boulder at the bottom of the cliff behind her, with an arm around Hermione as they huddled together for warmth, goosebumps raised and nipples stiff in the pelting cold rain and salty spray from the sea.
“Shouldn’t be too much longer,” Dora shouted over the roar of the waves and the cry of seagulls, giving them both a wink. “D’you want another warming charm while we wait?”

“Y-yes please,” said Hermione, her teeth chattering. “That would be lovely.”
Harriet hugged Hermione closer and kissed her bushy head.
“That’s probably one of the first spells we should learn,” she said with a grin.
“I quite agree,” said Hermione, “given our current situation. I know Sirius told us to take things easy for a bit, but I think we should start practicing on our own.”
Dora cast the spell over them and the chilly wind and rain immediately felt more like a summer breeze and shower.
“It’s not too difficult a spell, really,” she said. “It takes a bit of doin’ to make the spell last a good length of time is all. The incantation is Calidum Corporis, and you wave your wand like this.”
Harriet and Hermione paid close attention to the wand movements of Dora’s flourishes, then practiced a bit until they heard two cracks and saw Remus and Sirius appear out of thin air.
“Took you two long enough,” Dora grumbled.
“Just making sure the wards would hold over the entire island,” said Sirius, “Right then, Harriet, you’re with me, and Remus will take Hermione. You alright Dora? ... You’ve never been to the island and I don’t want you to miss it and fall in the sea.”
“I ‘ad a good look on the map. I’ll be alright.”
Harriet scrambled to her feet and took Sirius’s arm with her own, holding her Firebolt close to her with her other hand.
“I’m not sure I like apparating very much,” she muttered.
“It does take a bit of getting used to,” Sirius agreed.
The world went black and Harriet felt the pressure squeezing her from all sides, like she was being sucked through a straw, and her head felt like it was about pop like a grape. Then the world returned, grey skies above, rain and wind, the sound of seagulls and the crash of waves, sand beneath her feet; her stomach lurched as if she might throw up and then the nausea passed.
“I definitely don’t like apparating,” she groused as she watched Hermione double over and throw up on the sand.
“Yes, well, I expect you’ll enjoy that much more,” said Sirius who was smiling wryly and gesturing towards her Firebolt.
“Oh, yeah,” Harriet’s face lit up, “I love flying - it’s brilliant!”
“You remember that far back?” said Sirius, looking surprised.
“It feels like a year, but it was only a couple of months ago,” said Harriet, feeling a bit puzzled, “when I had my first flying lesson.”
“Ah, of course! I didn’t think you’d been given a chance yet. ... That wasn’t your first time on a broom though - you were already zipping around the house on a toy broom you’d got for your first birthday. ... Scared the living daylights out of your cat and broke an ugly vase Petunia had sent your mum for Christmas according to the letter she sent me.”

“No wonder you already seemed to know how to fly!” said Hermione who had recovered from apparating. “Harriet’s amazing on a broom! She scared me half to death when she went into a dive to catch the remembrall that horrid little monster Draco Malfoy stole.”
“Malfoy’s son - a little monster,” Sirius murmured, sharing a look with Remus. “Why am I not surprised? Probably in training to be a Death Eater already.”
“Yeah,” Harriet scowled, thinking back to all of the horrible things Draco Malfoy had done to Hermione. “You know the Malfoys?”
“Lucius Malfoy was a prefect our first year,” Remus explained. “Took Snape under his wing from the start...”
“...and you probably fought against him in the war too,” said Harriet, feeling a bit stupid.
“We had a run-in or two,” said Sirius. “Anyway, why don’t you hop on that broom and show us some of that natural talent of yours. Don’t worry about the wind - we’ll have you covered if it blows you around a bit too much.”
“And I’ll be up there with you too,” said Dora, grinning at Harriet.
“You should tie your hair back though,” said Hermione, “so it doesn’t get in your eyes. Here, let me help.”
While Hermione helped her with her hair, Harriet couldn’t help chuckling at Sirius’s expression when Dora nonchalantly began stripping down; it was just as funny as Dora had told her it probably would be before breakfast.
“What?” said Dora, smirking at Sirius.
“I didn’t say a word,” Sirius retorted, averting his eyes, his cheeks reddening.
The first thing Harriet noticed was that having a broom between her bare thighs felt different than it had as a guy wearing trousers - it felt even better. An almost electrical charge shot through her from the vibrations of the highly polished wooden shaft pressing between her labia, squashed against her humid entrance.
The sense of euphoria she had originally felt during her first lesson when the wind rushed by her as she soared up into the sky, was amplified a hundredfold and she let out a gleeful whoop. Dora grinned as she zipped past Harriet, her pink spiky hair flattened against her head.
“This is loads better riding a broom naked,” Dora yelled.
“This is loads better as a girl,” Harriet shouted back.

When Harriet banked hard and overtook Dora, the shuddering of the broom against her clitoris rocked her, flooding her senses and bringing her to her first climax. She had what seemed like a dozen orgasms as she and Dora swooped and zoomed through the rainy skies, circling each other and performing acrobatic aerial manoeuvres, but she never once lost control of her broom.
The Firebolt felt almost a part of her - she belonged in the air.
Harriet went into a steep dive and braked at the last moment, her feet lighting upon the sand, her face glowing; she grinned at the stunned, gaping expressions on Sirius and Remus’s faces.
“Bloody hell!” Sirius swore. “When Hermione said you were an amazing flyer, I confess, I didn’t quite expect to see this. You’re even more of a natural than James was!”
Harriet felt a swell of pride at Sirius’s high praises, then glanced at Hermione’s radiantly beaming smile.
“Hermione, you have to try this!”
Hermione’s eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously, her soggy curls falling across her face.
“Come on!” Harriet implored. “You can ride with me. I won’t let you fall, or do anything crazy - I promise!”
“Erm...” Hermione bit her lip, looking dubious. “Are sure you can manage with two people?”
“There’s plenty of room,” said Harriet. “And all you have to is hold on tight around my waist. You can hang onto my wand holster for extra grip, too.”
Hermione glanced at Remus and Sirius, as if hoping they might advise against it. Sirius tilted his head slightly.
“After that little display, I’d trust Harriet with my life up there,” he reassured her.
“And if you’re concerned about your grip, I can cast a tethering charm,” said Remus. “It’ll keep you attached to Harriet.”
“Oh, alright then,” Hermione squeaked, all of her potential objections having been addressed.
Hermione tied back her hair and nervously straddled the Firebolt behind Harriet, immediately wrapping her arms around Harriet’s waist. Harriet felt Hermione’s breasts and stiff nipples squashed against her back and heard her gasp, “Oh!”
“Yeah, I know, right?” Harriet grinned. “It didn’t feel like that when I was a guy. ... You never even got a chance to find out that first lesson - sorry about that, by the way.”
“It’s alright, really,” said Hermione, then she let out a little shriek when Harriet lifted off.
Harriet felt even giddier with Hermione pressed against her back as they soared up to join Dora who had been circling above the entire time. She knew Hermione had her eyes shut tight from the fact that Hermione’s face was buried in the back of her neck under her whipping ponytail.
“I’ll ‘ave to owe you that galleon, Harriet,” Dora chortled, “You alright there, Hermione?”
“Just fine!” said Hermione’s muffled voice.
“Okay Hermione, I’m just going do a few manoeuvres, nothing too mad though,” said Harriet.
“Okay!”
Harriet banked and swooped down before soaring back up towards the low hanging slate-grey rainclouds. She grinned when she felt Hermione squirming and heard her gasping. Harriet did a few more dives and rises, banking right and left, flying in figure eights. Hermione shuddered and squealed, and Harriet knew that Hermione had just climaxed.
Harriet felt Hermione’s chin on her shoulder and Hermione’s body relaxing and knew that Hermione had her eyes open now. Then she felt Hermione kissing her neck.
“That was amazing, Harriet,” Hermione purred directly into her ear.
“How about a bit more then?”
“Mmm... Yes please!”
For the next hour and half, Harriet flew around and around the island, dodging the flocks of seagulls and cormorants, and performing more and more daring manoeuvres, reveling in Hermione’s whoops of delight and quivering orgasms, and climaxing several more times herself.
Harriet even felt bold enough now to venture out over the sea a bit and she and Dora swooped down and skimmed the surface of the waves, leaving a spray of fine mist in their wakes.
When they finally lit down upon the sandy shore, Hermione let go of Harriet and lay flat on her back in the sand, one hand between her thighs and the other massaging her boobs, still panting heavily. Harriet glanced around and was glad to see that Sirius and Remus had set up the tent and had sought shelter from the rain; she and Hermione were gradually becoming aware enough to avoid overt sexual displays in front of them and others.
Harriet was a bit embarrassed for Hermione though when she caught Dora grinning at them both.
“Don’t mind me,” said Dora, “I feel like diddling myself right now too - I was just a bit cautious of gettin’ to it right out here in the open.”
“... S’pose you two got a bit used to it though,” she added sympathetically.
“You could say that,” said Harriet wryly, surprisingly not feeling quite as angry and depressed about Hogwarts to talk about things - especially with Dora whom she felt completely at ease with.
Harriet hadn’t had more than maybe one nightmare for two nights in a row, and she wondered if having sex which felt good with Hermione, and the role-playing, had anything to do with it. Hermione’s moans came to an end and she sat up, an abashed look on her face.
“It’s okay, they’re in the tent,” Harriet assured her and Hermione let out a sigh of relief. “Shall we go in for a bit, then? ... Have some lunch?”
Hermione nodded. “Give me a minute. I need to wash the sand off.”
Hermione took a quick dip in the icy waters of the Irish Sea and then let the rain finish the job.
Harriet’s jaw dropped when she opened the flap of the tent and saw how much bigger it was inside than out. It was easily as large as the downstairs parlour at Number Twelve, and even had a hearth with a blazing fire going.
“Well, are you going to stand out in the rain all day?” said Sirius, grinning at Harriet’s surprise.
The three thoroughly drenched girls toweled off and then sat cross-legged in front of the toasty, warm fire munching corned beef sandwiches and crisps. Sirius was sitting on the other side of the tent, still determinedly trying to avoid looking directly at Dora.
“I know she’s practically your niece,” Remus quietly told him, “but you’ll just have to get used to it. You managed with Harriet and Hermione.”
“That’s true,” Sirius ruefully sighed, “If Andi and Ted find out though...”
“They’ll cope just fine,” said Remus. “I’m sure they know exactly what Dora is getting up to, after her little Halloween display.”
Harriet, Hermione, and Dora all tried to keep their chortles and giggles to a minimum, not wanting to let Sirius and Remus know that they could hear every word.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with a bit more flying, and then a traipse around the island to explore the bits hidden under the copses of trees in the middle. They were thoroughly worn out by the time they returned to Number Twelve and had an early light supper. There were a few more giggles at Sirius trying his best not to look at Dora as Remus shook his head and chuckled.
Harriet and Hermione were very pleased that Dora had taken the bedroom right next to their own. After saying goodnight to Remus and Sirius the very first thing they did was turn on the portable stereo, and the second thing they did was knock on the door between the adjoining rooms.
Moments later, Dora opened the door and beamed at them both. Harriet couldn’t help noticing that Dora had changed her hair again, sporting straight shoulder length flourescent blue hair.
“I like to change things up a bit every now and then,” she said, “Whaddyou two think?”
“It’s brilliant!” Harriet exclaimed, grinning.
“It’s really pretty,” said Hermione, sounding a bit surprised, “You look sort of what I’d imagine a Larkspur flower fairy to look like.”
“Cor, really?” said Dora, looking very chuffed. “Maybe I’ll keep this look for a bit, then.”
Harriet and Hermione couldn’t help glancing down to see a few wispy florescent blue hairs on Dora’s mound just above her slit.
“Oh yeah,” said Dora, her shy expression making her look even closer to their own age, “Bein’ a bit less bushy just felt right for some reason.”
Hermione then spotted the cassette tape in Dora’s hand.
“You can put that in if you like,” said Hermione, “We’re just listening to whatever’s on BBC radio at the moment.”
“Thanks Hermione! I wasn’t sure - a lot of it’s from the 80’s - a bit of late 70’s too - mostly punk and new-wave, and a little bit of pop. ... But if you’d rather, there’s a wizard radio station too.”
“That’s okay,” said Harriet, looking very interested, “I never got a chance to listen to music at the Dursleys. Nothing I liked anyway - Aunt Petunia mostly just played some horrible screechy opera whenever Uncle Vernon wasn’t at home.”
“Like Celestina Warbeck then,” Dora chortled. “She’s ‘orrible too!”
The three of them plonked themselves on the bed - which was more than big enough for all of them, and more besides - and just listened to the music for a bit, chatting every now and then when Harriet asked her about a song which particularly caught her fancy.
Finally, Harriet worked up the nerve to asked Dora what she had been dying to ask her since Halloween.
“So, er, would you mind showing us a bit more of your metamorphmagus magic? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Sure, o’ course, Harriet. I’ll start with some of the funny stuff then...”
Dora started off with a Pinocchio nose, and followed it up with a pig snout, then a duckbill, a moustache like Remus’s and then a trimmed goatee like Sirius’s and soon they were all rolling around the bed in laughter.
“I can make my boobs bigger too,” said Dora, and they blew up into melons topped with puffy pink nipples, “Most blokes seem to like that, I hate ‘em that way myself though.”
Dora’s breasts shrunk back to their normal size; they were definitely bigger than Harriet’s and Hermione’s, but were still suitable for her youthful, adolescent frame.
“So, that’s really your natural look?” asked Hermione. “I wasn’t sure if you’d just made yourself a bit smaller overall at Halloween and today.”
“Yep, this is the real me,” said Dora, looking down at her own slight figure. “Along with my baby-face, most folk usually guess I’m about thirteen or fourteen - my boobs are the only thing a bit bigger than most girls that age. ... Course there’s some girls that age whose tits are way bigger’n’ mine too.”
“Well, er... they’re very nice,” said Harriet, her cheeks growing hotter as she felt the familiar tingle of arousal.
“Y’know, yours and Hermione’s’ll probably be about my size when you’re older,” said Dora, who looked like she was growing a bit warmer too. “They’re a fair bit bigger than I thought they would be for your age, to be perfectly honest - not too big though - makes you two look about thirteen or fourteen too.”
“That was the house-elves,” said Hermione, her cheeks growing rosier. “Harriet’s and mine were alright before - but they, er... they made us a bit bigger and made them lactate too - so they could milk us.”
“Cor! Really?” Dora’s eyes popped.
“Yeah,” Harriet nodded, “That’s about the only thing they did to us which is sort of nice, actually. D’you want to have a go then? I don’t mind?”
“Er... you sure?” Dora shot a look at Hermione.
“Oh, go right ahead,” said Hermione brightly. “You can try mine too. It feels really good.”
“Alright then,” said Dora with a goofy lopsided grin. “Cool!”
Dora give Harriet’s breast a couple of tentative squeezes, then gingerly wrapped her lips around Harriet’s nipple and began to suck. The milk began to flow, filling Dora’s mouth. The heady rush of pleasure grew stronger and Harriet felt all glowy. Like Hermione on the beach earlier that day, she couldn’t help reaching between her own thighs and fondling her own dampening slit.
After a few minutes, Dora released Harriet’s nipple from her lips and grinned.
“Blimey, that’s a bit of alright, that is!”
Then, with no more urging necessary, Dora sucked one of Hermione’s nipples for a few minutes too. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand when she’d finished, looking as flushed as Harriet and Hermione.
“Er... If you’d rather, I could leave you both to it then,” she said, “I’ve got my own bed...”
“You can stay with us, if Hermione doesn’t mind,” Harriet interjected eagerly; Hermione’s blush deepened, and she nodded.
“You did say we could all have a bit of fun together at Halloween,” said Harriet, having received the go ahead from Hermione.

“Yeah - yeah I did,” said Dora breathily, “I wasn’t really sure though - tried t’make a bit of a joke out of it just in case.”
That was all it took. Moments later the three girls were all diddling themselves, none of them entirely sure who was going to go first. Harriet finally took the lead and began fiddling with Hermione’s pussy, fingers slipping deeper inside her wet channel and toggling her hard little pearl.
“Go on then,” Harriet urged, spreading her thighs for Dora.
Breasts heaving with passion now as she eyeballed Harriet’s dripping slit, Dora didn’t need to be told twice. Harriet squirmed with delight when she felt Dora’s fingers delve inside her, her own digits brushing the delicate wisps on Dora’s mound before sliding into her humid passage.
Another set of fingers found Harriet’s vulva and she bucked her hips; feeling Hermione and Dora both inside her at once, their globes both squashed against her on either side, while her own fingers continued thrusting into their hot, sopping sheaths, brought her nearer and nearer to the abyss.
Someone was massaging her bottom cheeks with one hand and someone was squeezing one of her breasts. Hermione and Dora were snogging each other, and then snogging Harriet - hands sliding across each other’s satiny smooth bellies - mauling each other’s boobs and bums - fingers inside one, then the other - it was harder and harder to tell who was doing what to whom.
Harriet lost herself to a torrential storm of bliss, gasping, arching, shuddering - someone was moaning - someone was squeaking - quivering - quaking - undulating - Hermione, Harriet, Dora - climaxing one after the other - bursting again and again.
Finally, the scrum of girls fell apart, flat on their backs against silk sheets, dazed and panting, sweating, giddily basking in the afterglow as the room seemed to swirl around them.
As the torrid ecstasy abated, a peaceful sensation washed over Harriet and her head began to clear. An odd thought formed in her frontal lobes - an almost scary thought - she tried to push it back into the depths of her mind, but her curiosity wouldn’t let her.
“Er... Dora,” she tentatively began, “You can turn into a guy too, can’t you?”
Dora propped herself up a bit on one of her elbows and peered at her, a concerned expression on her face; Hermione was giving Harriet an anxious look from the other side.
“I can - but... you sure you want me to?”
Harriet felt her heart thumping in her ears - her chest tightening. She shook her head.
“No - I definitely don’t want you to change into a guy - not all of you. Can you... erm, just do - you know - just change part of you, but leave the rest of you a girl?
“Oh, yeah,” said Dora, a look of understanding crossing her features, “that’s easy. But are you sure you can handle seeing a penis?”
“Only if it’s attached to a girl - a nice girl that is,” Harriet gave Dora and Hermione an embarrassed little smile. “I’m just curious to see - as long as Hermione can handle it too... If you think it’ll upset you, Hermione, then I’ll forget about it.”
Hermione gnawed her lower lip, her brow furrowing pensively, remembering some of her ruminations in regards to Harriet.
“You know,” Hermione said slowly, a wry sort of smile creeping to her lips, “I think I could cope with it, Harriet - like you said, if it was attached to a nice girl - I wouldn’t mind if it was you, for example - or Dora.”
“Well, alright then,” said Dora, shrugging and getting up on her knees, spreading her thighs, “if you’re both sure.”
Harriet wasn’t sure who grabbed whose hand - she didn’t even notice that she and Hermione were holding hands until she felt hers being squeezed in a vice-like grip. She didn’t even notice that she and Hermione were both holding their breaths too as they watched a fleshy appendage extend from between Dora’s parted thighs.
It grew bigger until it dangled two or three inches in its flaccid state, resting on the hairless ball-sack beneath; in fact, except for the few wisps on Dora’s mound, it was completely free of pubic hair.
Dora glanced at Harriet and Hermione’s nervous expressions, but as neither of them were objecting she continued on. The penis began stiffening and growing even longer, extending and rising until it was about seven inches at full erection.
Neither Harriet nor Hermione shrieked in horror, but both sets of wide, round eyes - one pair sparkling and brown, and the other pair iridescent green - roamed across Dora’s figure to reassure themselves, seeing the same curvy hips, the same lissome waist and flat abdomen, the same very-pleasant-to-look-at breasts topped with perky pink nipples, the same heart-shaped face and pouty lips, the same dark eyes and long eyelashes, and the same shoulder-length florescent blue hair.
Harriet felt both herself and Hermione relax their grips on each other’s hands, but she wasn’t quite able to give voice to the obvious question burning in her mind.
“Is it fully functional?” Hermione asked for the both of them.
Dora grinned. “Yeah - that took some doin’ mind you. I didn’t actually figure out how t’make all the plumbing work until last year, to tell you the truth. I dug up a book about the anatomy of ‘uman genitals with loads of illustrations, including the cellular structure of, er... semen. I practiced for about three or four months until I was sure I finally got it all right. ... D’you want me to show you then?”
Harriet and Hermione, still riveted and curious, both nodded. Dora smirked a bit and lay back down with her head on her pillow. Legs still spread, drawing back her knees slightly, Dora clasped her penis with one hand and began to stroke the shaft. After several minutes, her breathing began to grow ragged, her boobs bouncing with every heave of her chest.
“Erm... Do you mind...?” said Harriet, utterly fascinated.
“...if we... er...?” Hermione continued.
“Go for it,” said Dora breathily, “I’d love it actually, if you’re both up for it.”
Harriet took Dora’s penis in hand, feeling the warmth under her palm, and began stroking it as Dora had. The sensation was entirely new to her, as none of the guys at Hogwarts had been interested in handjobs.
After a few more minutes, hearing Dora begin panting outright, she released Dora’s penis to give Hermione a turn. Hermione continued to masturbate Dora without missing a beat. Dora’s hips began to jerk, thrusting into Hermione’s fist,
When Dora let out an, “Oooooh!” Harriet and Hermione both knew what was coming next. Ribbons of semen jetted through air, several strands landing on Hermione’s cheeks. She giggled nervously and fell back, out of the way.
Harriet didn’t quite know what possessed her; curiosity propelled her forward and she took Dora’s spasming penis between her lips and sucked it, tasting Dora’s cum as it spurted into her mouth and she gulped it down.
“Blimey!” gasped Dora, gaping in surprise as Harriet wiped her lips.
All three girls were stunned, Harriet no less than the others. In the silence, Harriet tried to make some sense of it, struggling for an answer.
“Er... I dunno - I never thought... I wouldn’t have done that for a guy - I mean... I would’ve never done that and wanted to do it for a guy. ... But - you’re a girl - a nice girl - a girl I like... I guess part of me was just curious after sucking off so many horrible guys, and... and I guess I was wondering what it would be like sucking off someone I actually liked.”
“I have to admit, I was kind of wondering what it would actually feel like to be sucked off,” Dora confessed, a sort of goofy look on her face.
“Well? ...how was it then?” asked Hermione, who looked like she was trying to decide whether to give it a go herself.
Harriet and Dora both gave Hermione sheepish grins.
Decision made, Hermione began masturbating Dora again, and, as it stiffened, she began to suck Dora’s cock, trading off with Harriet at intervals because it seemed to take much longer the second time around. They both sucked for a while, and when Dora finally erupted, squirting her semen into Hermione’s mouth, Hermione swallowed it all down.
“You’re right,” she said to Harriet after wiping her lips, “It’s much nicer doing it for someone I like...”
~o0o~
Sirius jerked his loins several more times, beads of sweat forming on his brow, gasping as Remus’s tightness clung to his lance. Remus grunted beneath him, his sculpted backside as enticing as ever. Feeling the peak drawing ever closer, he leaned forward as he continued thrusting and nuzzled Remus’s neck.
Remus let out a groan and clenched, gripping the sheets with both hands. His climax tipped Sirius over the edge; the churning eddies of passion swept him away and he stiffened, gasping, spilling his seed into Remus’s rear channel, jets of his essence spurting into Remus’s depths.
Sirius slumped atop Remus, then rolled over onto his back, panting heavily, his shaggy head sinking into his pillow. Remus turned over too and gave Sirius a gentle kiss, before falling back against his own pillow, smiling blissfully.
A few minutes passed before the tides of ardour ebbed. An amusing thought entered Sirius’s cerebral cortex as his head cleared and he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” asked Remus.
“Just imagining what Dora is probably getting up to with Harriet and Hermione,” he sighed, shaking his head resignedly. “It’s obvious how smitten she is with them, and they seem just as taken with her.”
“Yes,” Remus agreed. “The alchemical reaction between them on Halloween was almost palpable - electrifying.”
“Yeah it was,” said Sirius, “It’s just - a part of me can’t help thinking that I should do something about it.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know,” Sirius admitted. “Harriet and Hermione need a friend - someone with a strong heart - someone with a good sense of humour - and nobody could fill that role better than Dora. It’s just...”
“You think her age is problematic?” Remus suggested.
“Yes,” Sirius nodded. “I mean, for heaven’s sake, she’s of age and they’re barely even teens.”
“Well, let’s think this through,” said Remus reasonably, “What are the possible objections.”
“Okay, legality for one thing.”
“You’re thinking in the past!” Remus pointed out. “The age of consent is meaningless from a legal standpoint these days. To begin with, consent never even came into it for Harriet and Hermione. ... Secondly, the legal age for muggleborn - and muggle-raised too, like Harriet - is Hogwarts age, first year - technically they’re adults from a legal standpoint. ... Thirdly, as fugitives, legality is a moot point.”
“Okay! That’s all well and good, but let’s say one of my plans to change things is successful, and laws go back to what they were?”
“Again, from a legal standpoint, what would that really change for Harriet and Hermione? ... Any enslaved muggleborn released from their servitude will have been engaged in sometimes brutal sexual acts on a regular basis. ... Some of them will be severely traumatised - sexual contact won’t even be a consideration for them - perhaps well into adulthood - perhaps even the rest of their lives for the most emotionally damaged.
“And then there will be those like Harriet and Hermione - those who have become used to it, and who wish to continue engaging in consensual sexual acts with those they love and trust. Clearly, even with a return to previous laws, exceptions will have to be made for those such as them.
“In many respects, they are no longer quite children, having been forced to mature quickly due to circumstances beyond their control - being thrown into the adult world. ... If Harriet and Hermione - and others like them - find themselves in loving, consensual relationships after the horrors they have endured, it would be cruel beyond measure - and would simply compound the injustices already heaped upon them - to separate them from those they love. ... The law will have to take that into account to accommodate for such a situation.
“And then there will be yet others, those who will indeed be vulnerable to exploitation, having become used to engaging in sexual acts, but who are still young children at heart, and unable to discern for themselves the distinction between being used, and being loved.
“Of course, such children will need all the care possible to help them learn such distinctions, and would benefit greatly from age of consent laws. So, the DMLE, under the circumstances of a return to previous laws - to sane laws - will have to decide things on a case by case basis in conjunction with Mind Healers from Saint Mungo’s.
“Now, taking all this into consideration, which category do you believe Harriet and Hermione fall into?”
“The second - they are both strong-willed,” Sirius admitted without hesitation. “The traumas they have endured have certainly affected them in some regards, and at first I was concerned they might fall under the third category - easily exploited. ... But after that one instance the first night, Harriet seems to have quickly understood that it is no longer necessary for her to resort to sex as a means of currency.
“And if they are indeed already engaging with Dora in consensual sexual activity, at least it is with someone with whom they have made an almost instant connection. ... And in any case - Dora...” Sirius hesitated.
“Dora herself, is in many respects still quite young,” said Remus, continuing the train of thought, “old enough to make her own decisions and bear some responsibilities, certainly, but in terms of her emotional development, she is closer to their age. ... Harriet and Hermione are more mature for their age, and Dora more immature for her age, and I would say they all meet in the middle, roughly the same level of emotional maturity.”
“That’s true,” Sirius agreed, “If I had to make a determination just based on their behaviours, I would place them all anywhere between thirteen and fifteen - and yet more mature in some respects than many adolescents of that age - particularly in respect to their kindness and knowing right from wrong.”
“And it would seem that Andi and Ted have reached a similar conclusion,” said Remus. “So, are there any other possible objections?”
“I can’t think of any,” said Sirius, grinning, feeling the weight lifting from his shoulders. “You really are brilliant at this, you know? You’d be a great teacher - you really seem to get kids.”
“Yes, well, I ran with a couple of highly immature adolescents back in my own teenage years,” Remus chuckled, “It gave me some perspective on things.”
Sirius snorted mirthfully, “Touché - can’t argue with that!”
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