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Naked at Hogwarts?!	By : KerantliDreamer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 90279 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I am like, so sorry people! Life completely hit me where it hurts and I'm only just starting to recover, just to find it knocks me back down again....

Three chimes rang out into the hall making Harry, Hermione and Pansy look at each other in surprise.

“Were they always there?” Pansy asked, quickly covering her chest as a few students filtered into the corridors. Harry just shrugged pulling his time table out of his bag and checking to see what he had next.

“Looks like I'm down in the greenhouses now, so I better run. See you later Hermione, Pansy,” he gave Hermione the books back before rushing off in the direction of the main door, leaving the two girls to fend for themselves.

“What are you in next?” Hermione asked Pansy, fighting with the books Harry had just dumped back on the pile. “I know I'm in Charms, and I will be asking Flitwick about this whole thing, as if you have noticed, none of the younger students have even batted an eye at the fact there are some older students walking around.”

“Charms as well, I think we're in the same classes if my memory serves right from last year,” Pansy replied, taking some pity on the Gryffindor girl and taking some of the books as they started walking towards the Charms classroom. “These are quite heavy, how do you manage it?”

“Quite easily actually, when I was younger my parents used to give me big books of muggle fairy tales once I learnt to read. I used to cart them around with me where ever I went, I guess I just don't feel the weight any more,” Hermione just shrugged, smiling at the Slytherin girl. “You know, once you get past the rough exterior, you Slytherin's aren't so bad.”

“I'll take that as a compliment, and repay it. You may be a know it all, but you're all right in my book,” Pansy bit her lip looking down at the ground, something that Hermione noticed.

“Is there anything wrong? You can tell me you know, I won't judge,” her voice soft to make sure the Pansy did not think she was prying.

“What makes you think something is wrong?!” Pansy spat out, her face and voice hardening. “Even if there was, I wouldn't talk to to a Mudblood like you like it.”

Hermione recoiled as Pansy threw the books to the floor and stalked off, leaving the brunette Gryffindor to wonder what she had said to have caused Pansy to leave.

Harry arrived at the greenhouses just as Professor Sprout was closing the door, having been stopped by a few curious students on the way down who had wanted to give Harry a good feel. As he slipped in he saw the professor shoot his crotch a rather dangerous look as she pointed to a lone apron left out on the side. "Since we have The Program happening this year, I thought it best to have aprons available to those who may need them," she said in a clipped tone, clearly just as impressed with the idea as the students that were naked were.

"I shall go over what we are doing today while Mr Potter sorts himself out." Harry slunk to the back of the class, standing next to Neville in the hope he would not be asked anything by Professor Sprout.

"How you holding up, Harry?" Neville whispered out of the corner of his mouth, keeping an eye out for anyone who may be listening.

"As you can see, not very well. I hate this, I hate being in the same dorm as Malfoy, and I hate being randomly grabbed by unknown hands!" Harry hissed, his green eyes flashing in anger as he gestured towards his still visible erection. "I wanted one normal year, just one. It always seems to happen to me, and I can not stand it any more!"

"Do... do you need any help with it?" Neville asked, causing Harry to look at his once timid friend. “I mean, I'm one of Sprouts best students, I'm pretty sure I can get us out of this lesson.”

Before Harry could say anything to Neville to deter him, they were ushered out of the greenhouse by a relieved looking Professor Sprout.

“Neville, wait,” Harry gripped Neville's hand, looking at the other male with a questioning look, “are you sure you want to do this?”

Neville nodded and blushed, “I've wanted to try and find someone to experiment with, but Thomas and Dean are wrapped up in themselves most of the time I don't get a look in, and Ron is too hung up on someone that I dare not ask him.”

Harry just nodded, letting his hand drop back to his side. It wasn't until Neville took his hand and pulled him towards the Forbidden Forest that Harry knew his friend was going to go through with it. Leaves and twigs snapped under their feet as they went just deep enough to not be interrupted.

"This is my first time doing this, so I may not be very good," Neville spoke low, as if afraid that anyone or anything could disturb them at any moment. Harry felt his back press against a tree, the bark digging into his flesh. Neville nodded once, dropping to his knees in front of the black haired boy. A tentative tongue flicked against the tip of Harry's cock, the sensation sending a jolt through his body as his hips bucked on their own.

“Yes,” was ripped from his lips as the head of his cock was suddenly engulfed in a warm wet heat.

Harry tried to keep his hips from moving as his friend teased at the sensitive flesh, his hands finding their way into the light brown hair on the top of Neville's head.
"Fuck!" Harry hissed, feeling his nails start to dig into Neville's scalp as teeth grazed up the shaft of his cock. "Keep that up and I won't last long!"
He felt Neville chuckle, the tongue that was dancing around him vibrating as the other boy did. It did not take long for Harry to orgasm, pushing Neville away just in time for ropes of semen to hit the kneeling boy on the lips and chin. Harry gasped for breath, watching as Neville swiped his tongue over the sticky substance.
"You don't taste half bad, Harry," Neville spoke, his voice sounding hoarse. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to do that again some time, maybe in a bed or something?”

Harry looked lost in thought, wondering if he would ever take up Neville's offer. “I'll have to think about it Neville, I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship.”

Harry watched as the sandy blond stood from his spot on the floor, nodding his head once at Harry before leaving. Harry slid down the tree trunk to the floor, wondering if he had just managed to completely lose a very good friend without meaning to.

Draco was not having a good time. He had not been able to make it to Charms with the amount of fifth years that wanted to have a good feel of him. More than once he had cursed the old headmaster who had put the Program in place, seemingly just to make those involved feel like the cheap prostitutes he and Blaise had visited during the summer as they had been bored in the Malfoy Manor on their own. He only just stopped the roll of his eyes when someone planted themselves in front of him.

“Granger, what can I do for you on this fine day?” he drawled, learning against the closest wall and letting his eyes rove over her body. “If it has something to do with charms then you will have to find a couple of Slytherin fifth years. Couldn’t be too hard to miss, it seems like they ended up on the wrong side of a jelly-legs curse.”

Draco smirked as the Gryffindor girl bristled, her arms crossing under her chest, making her breasts swell with the additional lift. Even Draco had to admit that Granger had a good body, even if it was too curvy for his taste.

“You didn’t!” Granger’s eyes flashed dangerously, not that Draco was scared of her.

“no, I didn’t. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Wait, that’s right, you’re not wearing any, are you,” he pushed himself from the wall, “what do you want anyway. Unless you hadn’t noticed, I don’t like you, you don’t like me. Go find Potty and Weasel if you want a shag.”

“I’m looking for you because you know Parkinson better than anyone, since you’re probably shagging her daily,” Granger bit out, Draco was sure he could hear her teeth grinding as she seethed.

“I am not, and never have slept with Pansy, not that you really needed to know that. I shall repeat myself once more, what do you want,” Draco did not phrase it as a question, watching as the brunette seemed to deflate before his eyes.

“I want to know why she had such a reaction to Nott, is there anything going on with her?” It was Draco’s turn to bristle with anger.

“Don’t stick your big nose into other people’s business, or did your filthy parents never teach you that?” Draco glared down at her, “stay away from something that isn’t your concern and we will get through the rest of the week unscathed.”

He gave her one last glare before stalking off, not even taking in a slither of joy when the other students ran out of his way.

The rest of the morning went by too fast for Pansy. She had started to come around to people staring at her as she walked through the corridors to her classes, and even to the few braver students that had come up to her to talk to her. She also had not seen Nott since he had been hauled to the headmaster's office. As the dark haired Slytherin had a free period at that moment, she found herself in one of the girls bathrooms staring at her refection in the mirror.

Her hands cupped her breasts, lifting them higher so they looked perkier than what they did when they were hanging loose. She knew she was not the most beautiful to look at, having been told that time and time again by her peers and her father. Her father had said that was the reason her mother had left her when she was still a toddler. Pansy let her breasts drop back down to their original state, twisting to look at her profile in the reflective surface of the mirror. Her midsection was still flat, even with the rich food that Hogwarts served, though it was a painful reminder of the amount of times she had been confined to her bedroom with little to eat while her father entertained his guests. A flash of brown hair reflected in the mirror stopped Pansy from scrutinising her body, turning towards the unwanted visitor.

“Here to stare or what, Granger?” Pansy almost hissed, the waver in her voice turning it into a question.

“I needed the toilet then I was leaving,” the Gryffindor girl replied, scurrying into a cubicle. Pansy heard the lock slide shut and the tell tale sign of liquid hitting liquid before turning back to the mirror to continue giving herself a once over.

“You look fine,” she heard Hermione say from the closed cubicle, “some Muggles would kill to have your body.” The toilet flushed as Hermione opened the door, coming to stand by Pansy to wash her hands. “some witches would too you know.”

“Why?” Pansy did not register the word come out of her mouth until Hermione gave a little laugh.

“why? Because you have the perfect supermodel body. Small hips, small breasts, a gap between your thighs. Yes, there would be many a girl out there that would love to have that type of body, even for a few minutes if they had the chance,” Pansy watched the mirror as the brunette washed her hands while she talked, noticing that Hermione scrubbed harder by the end of her tirade.

“would you?” Pansy asked, finally looking away from the mirror and looking at Hermione outright.

“I like my body now, but yes, there are areas I would change if I could. Like the size of my hips. Mother told me that I have perfect child-bearing hips. I’d also probably change my breast size,” Pansy looked away when the other girl started to skim over her body.

“I wish I had a different body shape, maybe then he would leave me alone...” Pansy snapped her mouth closed, her eyes going wide as she realised what she just said. Grabbing her bag, the dark-haired Slytherin all but ran out of the bathroom, once again leaving Hermione to stare after her.
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