J K Rowling - [Harry Potter 0X]

by Harry Potter

  “Not now, Harry,” she whispered with her eyes dark with lust. “I’m busy.”

  “Then why are you giving me that look?” he asked.

  “What look?”

  “Your ‘come shag me’ look,” Harry answered.

  “I have a ‘come shag me’ look?” she asked incredulously.

  To prove his point, Harry conjured a simple hand held mirror (of course his power boost had made the mirror less simple and more ornate with jewels and intricate carvings, but he was gaining more control. When he first got his boost, he would’ve created a wall of mirrors). He held the mirror in front of his girlfriend’s face.

  After examining her now mostly-green eyes, Hermione agreed; “So that’s my ‘come shag me’ look.”

  “Yes and you’ve been giving it to me since breakfast,” Harry pointed out.

  “I’m sorry I’ve been giving you mixed signals, Harry,” Hermione apologized. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about sex while I’m studying.”

  “Okay, so let’s push these books off of the table and take care of that,” Harry suggested.

  “Harry, I’ve been thinking about sex, not wanting to have sex,” Hermione clarified.

  “There’s a difference?” Harry asked, completely stumped. To him, and most every male in the world, there wasn’t a difference between “thinking about sex” and “wanting to have sex.” The two were synonymous concepts: one couldn’t think about sex and not want to do it, it just wasn’t done.

  “I was going to wait to tell you what I’m doing, to see if my theories were possible first. But I’ve been studying to see if we can create new tantric rituals of our own,” explained Hermione.

  “New ones? Like what?” he asked.

  “Well, I believe we can make an intelligence boosting ritual. But the effects would only last a day or so. Also, I think we can do protection rituals, but it would be complex,” she stated.

  “Complex in what way?” Harry asked.

  “We would need to do some exercises and serious stretches before we attempt some of them or we’ll hurt ourselves,” Hermione proved her point by showing a crude drawing of two stick figures intertwined she had made sometime during her research. Harry idly noticed that Hermione’s artistic talent wasn’t that far from Gryffindor’s.

  “What’s that circle thing?” he asked pointing at the drawing.

  “That’s my head,” she said.

  “And that circle?” he asked and pointed at another shape.

  “That’s your head,” Hermione explained.

  “But it looks like I’m facing away from you,” Harry pointed out.

  “Yes, the upper part of your body will be turned, facing away from me,” Hermione confirmed. “Like I said; we’ll have to do some stretches before we can do these.”

  “Wow,” Harry uttered as he memorized the drawing.

  Hermione spent the rest of the day in the library taking voluminous notes. Harry acted as her assistant; running to fetch one book on magical theory or another. They only paused in their activities for lunch and dinner.

  After supper, Harry and Hermione headed back to their rooms. Each of them was carrying a large stack of books and notes. When they entered the outer chamber, Harry saw Dobby waiting by his miniature door. The house-elf gave Harry a thumbs up signal.

  Harry quickly deposited his stack in the room he and Hermione shared before dashing back to the outer chamber.

  “It’s be done, Harry Potter sir,” Dobby said happily.

  “Fantastic!” Harry heralded. “Do you have the costumes?”

  “Yes, sir,” he squeaked.

  “Great,” Harry said before rushing to one of the desks and jotting down a note. It stated:

  “Hermione,

  Put this on and meet me in the other room.

  Love,

  Harry.”

  He handed the note to Dobby and said “Give this, along with the girl’s costume, to Hermione, please.”

  With a bright smile on his face, Dobby nodded his head and walked into the Bedroom.

  Harry went into the other room and was pleased with Dobby’s work. It was almost an exact replica of one of the castle’s classrooms. A large chalkboard was on one wall and a large professor’s desk was placed in front of it. But unlike most classrooms, there was only one desk for the student.

  Harry quickly stripped naked and donned his professor’s costume (a long black robe with a pointy black wizard’s hat). Once he was dressed, Harry took his seat behind the professor’s desk and opened one of the drawers. He was happy to see the object lying in the drawer just as he requested of Dobby. Harry came to the conclusion that he’d have to reward the house-elf for such a bang-up job.

  A few minutes later, Hermione walked into the “classroom.” Much to Harry’s pleasure, she was wearing the outfit Dobby had made (or given Dobby’s... unique hobby, Harry hoped that Dobby had created the outfit instead of pilfering it from some schoolgirl). Hermione was wearing polished penny-loafers with knee high white socks. His eyes slowly traveled up to her blue Bedford checked pleated skirt which accentuated her lovely legs. Of course, the skirt accentuated her legs simply because of its length. Or lack thereof. The modified schoolgirl skirt barely covered Hermione’s cheeks. The light blue blouse, adorned with an unfamiliar white horse logo, was also undersized, as displayed by the amount of bare midriff and the tension on the buttons. Hermione’s bra-less state was confirmed by ‘Natasha’ and ‘Carmella’ standing at firm attention for roll call; Harry knew that the classroom couldn’t be that cold and assumed she was excited.

  “Role-playing? How adventurous of you, Harry,” Hermione said with a smile. “I’m very proud.”

  “Take your seat, Miss Granger,” Harry said with a chuckle. It felt odd and funny for him to refer to Hermione in such a forced and formal way.

  “Yes, Professor Potter,” Hermione said with equal amusement.

  “Did you forget your homework again, Miss Granger?” Harry asked after Hermione sat at her desk.

  “Oh, please, Harry,” Hermione said. “Like I would forget my homework, of all people.”

  “Hermione, stay in character,” Harry ordered. “You’re a bad student who forgot her homework and needs to be punished.”

  “Punished how?” Hermione asked, her curiosity clearly piqued.

  Instead of answering her, Harry opened his desk drawer and withdrew the small wooden paddle that Hermione had gotten from Courtney. He held the toy up in the air for Hermione to see.

  “Oooo, a spanking,” Hermione cooed. “Wait a moment; let me get into character properly.”

  The brunette witch pulled out her wand and waved it over her head. Her kinky hair sprang to life and began to move. A part formed in the middle of her head and her hair was pulled into two bushy pigtails on either side of her head. Her new hairstyle added with her undersized school uniform made Harry’s heart race. The whole idea of a professor seducing a student was so taboo and it excited Harry, even if it was just make believe.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” she announced. “Ask me about my homework again.”

  “Where’s your homework, Miss Granger?” he asked again with an overly forced sternness.

  “I’m really sorry, Professor,” Hermione responded with fake sadness. “I worked on it so hard last night that my fingers got numb. I swear I finished it. But when I got up this morning, I found out that my cat ate it.”

  “Miss Granger, that’s the fifth time you haven’t completed your work this month,” Harry chastised.

  “Really... fifth time?” she asked, dropping out of character. “Am I that bad of a student?”

  “Yes, you’re that bad,” Harry answered then went promptly back into character. “I’ve tried to convince you that you need to do your homework time and time again. And still you continue to fail. What should I do with such a terrible student?”

  “Not another spanking, sir,” she pretended to plead. Even though she tried to act scared of punishment, it was ev
ident in her voice that Hermione was more than eager for a paddling.

  Harry got out of his chair and stood next to the large desk. While holding the paddle in his right hand, he pointed at his desk with his left and commanded: “Assume the position.”

  Hermione walked up to the desk with a frown and her head held low in shame. Of course she couldn’t hide the happy bounce to her step. She may have been the smartest witch of their generation, but she was a dreadful actor.

  The brunette witch bent over so that she was half lying on the desk and her feet were still on the ground. This position caused her too-short skirt to hitch up even further on her bum. As he examined her scarcely covered bottom, Harry hoped that Dobby had in fact created the costume. If the house-elf didn’t, that meant a preteen school girl somewhere in Great Britain was missing her school uniform because Dobby stole it.

  Harry focused on his girlfriend’s bottom and started slowly by giving gentle swats to her posterior. The first five spanks were soft and light. But then he began to pick up the pace and the force. In a matter of moments, the paddle was flying and smacking her (barely) skirt covered bottom. Hermione squealed joyously as her bum jiggled and shook from the blows.

  After a minute or two, Harry hoisted up her skirt to reveal her red and heated bottom. Her white knickers were visibly damp around her flower. He gently peeled off her knickers and discarded them. Once her bum was exposed, Harry returned to paddling her. The wooden toy made loud smacking sounds as it struck her unprotected skin. Hermione was moaning and purring with pleasure.

  Obviously, Harry was so aroused by Hermione’s naked bottom and the eliciting sounds she was making. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was standing proudly under his robe.

  Harry placed the paddle down and walked over to the side of the desk so that he was standing in front of Hermione’s face. He gestured to the bulge in the front of his robes and scolded: “Look at what you have done, Miss Granger. Get on your knees and take care of this.”

  “‘Take care of this’?” Hermione asked with a snort of laughter. “Did you get that line from a porno?”

  “Yes, a very bad porno that had the audacity to try to have an actual plot,” Harry said. “Now take care of it.”

  “Yes, Professor.”

  Hermione hopped off the desk and knelt in front of Harry. The raven haired wizard quickly pulled his robe off and tossed it to the side. Amazingly enough, his tall pointy hat remained on his head somehow so that he was standing in front of Hermione completely naked save for that silly hat.

  The witch licked her lips before opening her mouth and swallowing his organ. As she bobbed back and forth, Harry acted on a naughty compulsion; he grabbed hold of her pigtails. He wondered idly as he held onto her pigtails as if they were handlebars if Courtney had been speaking literally or figuratively when she had told him that he should “take the reins once in a while.”

  A few moments later, Harry ordered “Lie on the desk, Miss Granger.”

  He helped Hermione stand and then guided her onto the desk. He was a gentleman after all even if he was playing a stern professor. Harry crawled up on the desk and kissed her neck while he unbuttoned her blouse. Slowly, he trailed kisses down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, down her tummy, until he got to her skirt. With one swift motion, Harry tugged the pleated skirt off and Hermione squealed in surprise.

  Before she got a chance to react, Harry dove at her flower. Once again, he easily activated his parselmouth magic and tapped into his love core and began to eat her out.

  “Oh... oh... yes Harry,” Hermione moaned out.

  “No, that is not the proper manner to address me, Miss Granger,” Harry sternly informed her after effortlessly switching to English. “Call me ‘Professor Potter’,”

  “I’m so sorry, Professor Potter,” Hermione pled. “Please, Professor, please lick me.”

  Satisfied that Hermione had returned to character, Harry triggered his special ability and returned to his cunnilingus. He lapped, licked and suckled on every centimeter of her flower. The witch was flowing in no time. He continued to stimulate her even after she cried out and helapped up her honey. Her fingernails scraped against his scalp when she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and knocked off his hat.

  “M-mo-more,” Hermione panted. “I... n-n-need m-more. W-want you inside... Professor, p-p-lease. I’m a b- bad student. I need more... I... I w-w-want you inside... Please.”

  Harry ignored her pleas and continued to work his magic on her flower. He kept his hands busy by gently massaging her red and swollen bottom. Hermione was groaning as he twirled his tongue inside her. A few moments later another orgasm struck Hermione.

  Now Harry reckoned it was time. He once again crawled on top of his girlfriend and gently pushed his way into her. She purred into his ear, “Yes, Professor, I’m a bad student... teach me how to be good.”

  “That sounds like it came from a bad porno,” Harry commented.

  “Is there such a thing as a good porno?” Hermione asked rhetorically.

  The two shared a chuckle and Harry began to move. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as Harry took her hands in his.

  Another wicked thought occurred to Harry as he slowly pumped. He remembered when he used Pleasure Pressure Points on Hermione and accidentally brought her to orgasm during Bill and Fleur’s wedding and he felt devilishly compelled to repeat his actions. While still sliding back and forth, Harry began to rub his thumb on the back of Hermione’s hand.

  Much like his skill had grown with activating his parseltongue abilities, Harry had become more adept at tapping into his love core since the first time he used Pleasure Pressure Points on Hermione. In fact, he had reached into his love core quicker and deeper than he had at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It was so powerful that Hermione climaxed a few seconds after Harry began applying his magic to her.

  But she did not call out her usual phrase of “SWEET BABY MEAVE!” when she climaxed. No, this time Hermione shouted “THAT’S CHEATING!” when she erupted.

  Harry paused and let his girlfriend ride out her ecstasy. After she had caught her breath, he asked in a jovial way “I’m sorry, would you like for me to stop ‘cheating’, as you put it?

  “Hell no!” she growled. “Keep doing that. Cheat some more!”

  “Call me ‘Professor Potter’ again and I’ll see what I can do,” Harry said roguishly.

  “Please, make me cum, Professor Potter,” purred Hermione.

  “Oh, that’ll work,” he said before he continued to make love to Hermione and use the Pleasure Pressure Points on her.

  If someone were to walk by the room that Harry and Hermione were using, they would’ve assumed that a wild beast was being held against its will and was struggling violently versus the chains that bound it. In other words, Hermione was literally howling she was in so much pleasure.

  Just as he was about to become a happy wizard, Harry stopped.

  “What’s... wrong?” Hermione panted. “You... didn’t... finish... yet...”

  “I... ah... well...” stammered Harry. He was trying to tell her about his fantasy. But his fear and doubt was holding him back. “I... want... to... um...”

  “Harry, what is it?” Hermione asked, her voice full of concern. “What do you want?”

  “Well...” despite his best effort, Harry couldn’t bring himself to vocalize his thoughts. So instead, he reached forward and gently pushed Hermione’s breasts together, hoping that she’d get the clue.

  “You want to play with my titties?” she asked.

  “Sort of,” he said nervously.

  “Harry, you can tell me anything,” she said sweetly. “I won’t get mad.”

  “You promise?”

  “Of course I do,” she replied.

  “Well, I kind of want to use your boobs... in a special way...” he said vaguely.

  Cocking her eyebrow, Hermione speculated “You want to wedge your penis in between my breasts?”

  “Yes,” Harry admitted weakly. />
  Hermione chewed on her lip for a second before saying “Why not.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, why not,” Hermione added while still panting slightly. “I’ve had more than my share of fun today... thanks to your ‘cheating’. Why not let you do something for yourself. Beside, I hear semen is good for the skin; tightens the pores. Not that I’m planning on replacing my moisturizer with your seminal fluid. That would just be wrong.”

  Harry barely contained his happy laughter as he crawled up Hermione’s body. He knelt so that his knees were on either side of her ribcage. Hermione then pushed her breasts together and enveloped his penis. Much to his ecstatic surprise, Harry’s assumptions of not being able to do the act due to Hermione’s smaller breasts and his average size were proved false. He awkwardly began sliding back and forth. Harry had been so close before he stopped that he didn’t last long. In just a few moments, Harry came.

  Hermione squealed when his white goo shot out from in between her titties. His seed landed on her neck and chin. The brunette witch smiled as she made a show of rubbing the mess into her skin. An act that held Harry’s interest for quite some time.

  “Did you like that?” Hermione asked after Harry curled up against her. Her eyes were so full of love that Harry had to smile.

  “Yeah,” Harry breathed out. “I did.”

  ”Good,” Hermione cooed and she cuddled even closer to her lover. “I’m glad I made you happy.” Author’s Notes: Thanks to Ultimate Auror for helping with some of the dialog in this chapter. Chapter Twenty-Two: Harry and Hermione attempt their first original ritual.

  In order to prepare themselves for the rituals that Hermione had created, the brunette witch devised a comprehensive workout routine. This routine consisted of several yoga postures as well as various calisthenics. Both of the young lovers would practice the same yoga postures, but they would perform different calisthenics. Harry found some of the standing yoga postures very easy due to his innate sense of balance. But the couple found out something they did not know before; Hermione was naturally very flexible. She could perform postures like the Shooting-bow Pose, Half-moon Pose, and Plow Pose very easily. This pleased Harry very much, especially when Hermione would do the Standing Forward Bend because it gave him a spectacular view of her delicious bottom.