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Rumors and statues	By : Croenkh Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10477 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don´t own anything from the Harry Potter franchise, nor do I make money with this.

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Author´s Note:
This is just a short story I wrote because I had a plot point, but no idea how to incorporate it into a compelling story.
So this is more like me just writing for the fun of it, this is not meant as a particularly good or enticing story.
I just wanted to write something with this idea in mind. Maybe I´ll add another chapter, as I do have an idea for it, but no promises.

“Did you hear? There's a story going around about a… lifelike statue in that one corridor!”
“Lifelike? What do you mean? They all look pretty lifelike to me. And also ‘that one corridor’? How am I supposed to know which of the many corridors of Hogwarts you mean?”
“Shhhh, keep it down! I'm talking about the corridor that has the weird age restriction spell! The one only students in their last two years can enter, on the other side of the school.”
“Ah, yes, I know that one. So, what's supposed to be so lifelike about it?”
“I heard it has… parts… you know…”
“No, I don´t know! Spit it out already!”
“SHHH! Alright, alright. They say it´s stone, as are all the other statues. But there's supposed to be... private parts that feel just like the real thing!”
“...you mean to tell me there's a statue with soft privates? In Hogwarts?”
“Not just soft! They allegedly behave like real ones too! Twitching and such!”
“I don't believe a single word. How come people don't always talk about it, or flock to it?”
“I heard it's only like that at certain times, and no one has found a rhythm yet…”
“That sounds like utter bullcrap… Who would ever believe that?”

It was close to midnight. The halls and corridors were empty except for the occasional ghost floating through.
Not a sound was to be heard. Not even the footsteps of one Harry Potter, who, after a lot of nightly excursions with his invisibility cloak, finally put a silencing spell on his shoes.
He was now completely hidden as long as he didn't say anything, or bump into people.
And because of that he arrived at his destination without any problems.
He walked through the spell barrier set up to keep minors away.
No one knew why exactly, as there was nothing special to this corridor that would warrant it.
Students had speculated for ages, and the general consensus was that someone had probably once put it up as a joke, and since the corridor was mostly unused classrooms anyway, Dumbledore might have opted not to remove it to have one more “fun” mystery in Hogwarts.
And although people in their last two years knew there was nothing of value there, no one ever told the younger students. They´d learn soon enough.

Harry had come here for the last few nights. He still wasn't sure if there was even a smidge of truth about the rumor of the statue, but on the smallest chance that it was true he couldn't stay away.
So far he had no luck. 4 nights practically wasted by staking out the perimeters and checking the statues. There were only two that actually could be the one in question.
First the statue of a witch bent over a cauldron and the second a Wizard seemingly falling from his broom, his feet in the air, head about to hit the ground.
Those were the only ones with… specific poses. All the others were either of wizards and witches standing or sitting, or of creatures like house elves or hippogriffs.
He was about to check the statues out again when he heard muffled voices behind him.
Harry jumped behind the next statue, one of a wizard holding up a hand with an owl sitting on it.
He didn't need to hide thanks to his cloak, but he wanted to be extra careful.
“I am TELLING you we won't find anything here! It's the fifth time we´ve come here. And we never found anything!” One of the voices hissed.
“The rumor said it´s very sporadic and elusive! One last try, okay?” The answer came whispered. The other one just sighed in resignation.
A few moments later they passed Harry´s hiding spot. He couldn't make out exactly who it was, but he was almost sure the two of them were Hufflepuffs.
Ant they seemed to be here for the same reason he was. To look for the statue the rumors were about.
This wasn't the first time Harry had seen someone snooping around. But just like him, no one seemed to be in luck so far, until-
“HOLY SHIT, I found it!” A voice exclaimed, immediately followed by a loud shushing sound from the other.
Harry´s heart jumped. Could it be? Could they have found the statue?
He rushed there as fast and quiet as he could.
As he arrived he almost let out a shout of ecstasy but caught himself at the last second. He didn't want to alert anyone to his presence.
The reason for his euphoria was one of the two guys kneeling in front of the witches’ statue, his finger inside what looked like a stone pussy.
Instead of the robe the statue wore every day so far was gone, and the statue was bent over completely naked.
“Dude, check it out! It feels just like real skin! And it´s wet and slippery!” The boy whispered elated.
The other one was too stunned at first, staring at his friends disappearing finger.
After a few moments his curiosity seemed to win him over, and he stepped towards the statue himself, his hand reaching out to touch the witches’ ass.
“I can´t believe it! It's even warm! We found it. It's real…” he kept mumbling, caressing the statues’ buttcheeks absentmindedly.
Harry watched them as they kept exploring the statue. It seemed there was a point right above the ass where it changed to real stone again. They tried groping different places like the statues’ tits and face, but seemed to have no luck.
When they moved back behind it, one of them pulled down his pants, revealing his fully erect member. “I´ll have to try this!”, he exclaimed excitedly.
Harry felt a tinge of jealousy. He wanted to be the first one to try it, not wait for sloppy seconds. Who knew when this phenomenon would occur again?
Deviously he snuck out of his hiding spot behind the two guys, and after a moment of hesitation he pushed the one nearest to the statue slightly.
He jumped up, startled. “What did you do that for?”, he hissed.
“What do you mean?”, his friend asked. Right then something flew past them.
“Shit, what was that?”, the one who was still holding his penis asked with a shaky voice.
Whoosh! Something else flew past them.
“Let´s get out of here. It's either one of the ghosts, or another warding spell!”, the other one pleaded.
“But… but… I…”, the first one stammered, seemingly torn between fear and arousal.
Thud! He got pushed again, almost toppling over.
That was too much for the two boys, and they hurried away.
After he was certain they´d be gone, Harry went past the statue to pick up the shoes he had thrown. Thankfully it was too dark for them to have seen them.
He felt a bit guilty of robbing those two of their experience, but being a horny teenager himself he was certain they´d come back another night. Especially since they knew it was not just a rumor.
With that thought Harry went towards the statue. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the statues’ buttcheek.
It was nice and soft, just like a real person’s. His hand wandered around. He found the turning points, one above the ass, the other mid-thigh.
Then he couldn't keep his curiosity in check anymore. His hand moved down towards the glistening pussy. With ease his finger slid inside. He gasped slightly. His pants started to get tight.
He pulled his finger out again. Looking at it glistening in juice he dropped to his knees. And without a moment of hesitation his head shot forwards, almost burying himself in the statue’s pussy.
He pushed his tongue inside, and just like he had suspected, it tasted sweet.
He had never tasted a real pussy before, but he had imagined it quite a lot. And this trumped his imagination by far.
As soon as his tongue wiggled it´s way inside the walls of the pussy started to move. They twitched and contracted slightly. For Harry that was a sign to keep going.
He pushed his tongue inside, pulled it out, licked the slit, and fully enjoyed every second of it.
His mouth moved downwards a little bit to where he knew the clit was located (He had read some magazines…). Just like with everything else the statue did deliver.
The clit was there, and when he licked it it felt like the statue shivered.
Harry let his tongue play around some more and at some point moved a hand up to insert a finger again. It was a weird pose, but the statue seemed to like it.
He plunged his finger in and out while licking the folds and the clit of the witch.
Then suddenly the walls clenched around his finger, seemingly pulling it further in. He moved it faster in and out, and licked with increased fervor.
The statue’s pussy contracted and almost seemed to shudder.
As far as Harry could tell the Statue just came.
With a big grin he stood up. He might have never had a real sexual experience with another person, but he seemed to have done everything right. The Statue was wetter than before, juice glistening down the grey thighs.
Harry was admiring it, but he was not done. He pulled down his pants and stepped towards the witch. He stroked his cock a few times, then lined it up and gently started to push it inside. Immediately he stopped moving and listened to the silence. He could have sworn he heard the faintest moan.
When after a few seconds he didn't hear anything else, he slowly started to move his cock in and out the witch's pussy. It was kind of tight, but due to how drenched it was he had no problem pushing all the way in. When his hips met the statue´s butt he felt a familiar sensation; He was close to finishing.
While masturbating he could last longer, but the feeling of a “real” pussy was something completely different than his hand.
He tried his best to hold on a bit longer, but after three more pumps his balls started twitching and he shot his load inside the statue.
After a few lazy pumps his balls felt empty and he staggered back. When his cock slid out of the statue he could see it´s pussy twitch and his jizz slowly flowing out.
He felt a bit weak on his feet, so he sat down on the floor, propping himself up with his hands.
That had felt amazing. He wanted to go again, but his cock already went down after his orgasm.
He thought about the spells he knew, curious if he had ever heard of one to bring stamina back, and if maybe such a spell could be used to reinvigorate a penis,
Just when he was about to get up he heard footsteps.
As quickly as he could he grabbed his cloak and went under it, scooting back towards the wall.
To his surprise he saw Professor Snape rounding the corner, muttering to himself.
Snape seemed to know the secret of the statue as he steered straight towards it.
Harry gasped silently as Snape pushed two fingers inside the statue. He then pulled it out and looked at the jizz that stuck to them.
“God damn kids and their hormones…” he snarled. With a flick of his wand his fingers were clean. Another flick and Harry´s jizz was gone from the statue.
That made Harry angry, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it.
I´ll have to redo it later, he thought.
Then all of the sudden Snape pulled down his pants. Harry wanted to quickly move away, but he didn't want to make a noise, potentially alerting the worst staff member to his presence.
Snape didn't waste any time with foreplay. With a deep sigh he plunged his cock into the statue and fucked it rhythmically.
Harry couldn't help but be fascinated. It was like porn in real life, watching two people (rather one person, one statue) fuck.
Snape didn't seem to care about being gentle, he roughly kept a fast pace. Then, only a minute or so later he grimaced, and he came.
Without a care he pulled out his dick while it spurted the last bit of cum on the statue´s ass.
He then bent down, and only then Harry noticed a small pouch on the floor. Snape seemed to have stored some vials with potions in there. He rummaged around, pulling out a small bright pink potion.
“Do I use it now, or do I come back another time…”, he muttered to himself again.
Harry inched closer, as silently as possible. He could see some of the potions. One that looked just like the one in Snape's hand had a label that said “Reinvigoration”.
Excited he watched Snape, and when he was sure the teacher was deep in thoughts he snatched the vial.
After another minute or so the potions teacher seemed to have come to a conclusion.
“See you next time”, he whispered, and smacked the statue´s ass. There was a loud slap echoing in the almost empty corridor. Snape looked startled, not having thought about being sneaky for a second.
He then hurried away into the dark.
Harry waited. His cock was still out, and to his surprise it was hard again.
He had not taken the potion, and although he hated the guy it was probably due to seeing someone fuck the statue up close that had him excited again.
With a flick of his wand and the word scourgify Harry cleaned the statue of any jizz stains.
He stood up and once again positioned himself.
The statue’s pussy was still wet, maybe even more than before.
Harry grabbed the witch’s hip and slid his cock inside again.
This time he lasted longer.
It was amazing sliding in and out, feeling the walls caress his cock, pulling him inside again and again.
He picked up the pace more and more, until he almost frantically fucked the statue of the witch. It felt too good to stop.
And after a while he felt the next orgasm well up. But right before he came, so did the statue. It´s pussy clenched around him, holding him with an iron grip,making him shoot his cum again.
It convulsed, almost feeling like it was milking him dry.
Harry tried his best to keep pumping, but once again felt his knees give in.
With one last pump that had his balls slap against the statue he was done.
Slowly he pulled out, watching the familiar sight of his cum dripping out.

Spent after that night Harry wanted to go back to bed, but he felt like taking a break first to get his energy up enough for the way back.
He sat down at the wall opposite the witch. His cloak was concealing him.
Harry had sat there for probably twenty minutes when he almost jumped up in shock.
He heard noises from the statue. With bated breath he watched it.
Then, all of a sudden, it was like the statue broke open.
Like two doors it split in the middle, and opened to either side.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Out of the statue stumbled Pansy Parkinson.
She was naked, but her midsection was stone gray.
Pansy took some wobbly steps towards the wall and leaned against it. She took some deep breaths and looked down. She used her fingers to scoop up some of the jizz that Harry had pumped into her. His eyes went wide as she put her fingers to her mouth and sucked them with glee.
Then, after she had done it again, she took her wand from inside the statue, pointed at herself and whispered finis colore.
Quickly she dressed herself, and Harry watched her leave, still slightly shaky on her feet.
He jumped up and ran to the statue.
When he reached it it started to close already. But before it did he could see some sort of contraption that seemed to have been designed to make someone be able to spend some time in there, with padded insides and bars to hold on to.
On his way back to the Gryffindor tower he had a lot to think about.
And even when he was in bed his thoughts raced around, always showing him the same pictures. The inside of the statue, Pansy getting fucked, the statue getting fucked, people cumming.
And in his mind he formed a plan. He'd find out more about this, with the help of the marauder´s map...
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