There's No Place Like Hogwarts
Dog Day Afternoon
Chapter Four-Dog Day Afternoon
The day after Dot and Hermione’s first time together, the girl from Kansas met the boy who lived. Hermione introduced Dorothy to Harry and Ron after Herbology that morning.
It was a bit late as far as the boys were concerned, who had been without Hermione’s company for the past couple weeks. Ron had even resorted to sucking Harry’s dick one night to relieve the stress from a test for which Hermione hadn’t been there to help him prepare.
“Gulp. If that girl thinks she can just abandon us for some new muggle, slurp, she’s got another thing coming” Ron said angrily between greedy gulps of Harry’s cock. “Honestly, you’d think she was our friend. Gaaak!” Ron swallowed his friends’ meat too deep, choking himself and temporarily ending his tirade. To keep his friend quiet, Harry put a hand on the back of Ron’s head, forcing the ginger to hold Harry’s shaft in his throat for a moment. Ron pulled his face back, looking up at Harry. “I get it” he said “enough about Hermione, she’ll come around.” With that Ron was back to work, faithfully polishing the chosen one’s knob as Neville watched through a hole in his curtains, silently stroking himself.
Dorothy and Harry hit it off immediately. They were both quite famous at Hogwarts; he was the boy who lived, and she was the only muggle at school. He had classic good looks and had grown into his body well over the summer, thickening in several places. She was two years older and, after her experience with Hermione, knew what she wanted from Harry. Most importantly, both had lost their parents, Harry when he was very young and Dorothy almost three years ago.
They only talked about their parents once, that same day as they strolled down to Hagrid’s cabin after Herbology, but they understood what they shared. As Ron and Hermione walked ahead, catching up after the last couple weeks, Harry took Dot by the hand. Silently they continued, holding hands all the way to Hagrid’s shack. Neither Ron nor Hermione said anything about it.
Hagrid was home with Fang as usual and he offered them all some rock hard scones with their oversized cups of tea. They declined the scones and Ron changed the subject to avoid eating the burnt bricks.
“What’s Fang up to Hagrid?” asked Ron.
“He’s got himself a bitch here today,” said Hagrid proudly “fine breeder she is.”
“Breeder?” said Ron in surprise “You set Fang up with a girl dog?”
“Not just any girl dog Ron, she’s from royal bloodlines she is. Fang’s a lucky dog to get his fair chance with her.” Ron looked at Harry who shrugged as if saying “What are you gonna do?” Ron didn’t know what to say.
Fang’s bitch was nearly as big as him, with a dark brown coat and long, silky ears. As Ron and Hagrid finished talking, she got up from her bed and circled Fang, positioning her swollen cunt in front of him. Fang licked hungrily at her, reminding Dorothy of Toto. The Bitch was swollen and glistening with saliva as she lay down, displaying herself before Fang.
“Maybe we should be going,” said Hermione awkwardly.
“Never mind that,” interjected Hagrid, “just nature taking her course. Nothin’ wrong with it.” At that all five of them sat and watched Fang and his bitch in heat.
He mounted her from behind as she growled and snapped at his face, not yet ready to submit. Fang lowered his weight, pinning the bitch down and started to hump frantically in the air. His huge, red dick found its way to her wet gash and he uncontrollably contracted into her. Seconds later, Fang exploded inside the bitch, leaking some out onto the floor. Hagrid cheered enthusiastically and the four students quietly slipped out through the front door, not sure how to feel about what they had just seen.