Girls, Girls, Girls

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Harry wasn’t really tired, but his eyes were beginning to feel the strain of doing so much research. He had left Hermione in the Library and was just looking forward to a long hot shower and a good night sleep.

He had had a full day as it was. The morning was spent with Hagrid and after lunch he and his two friends had brewed a tonic for Ron’s owl. After dosing him and sending him off to the Burrow with a vial of the remaining tonic and a note explaining what it was, Harry had excused himself to the Gryffindor boy’s bathroom and had practiced the hair removal charm listed in Mrs. Weasley’s book.

The book had said that the hair removal potion was preferred, but the charm followed by a good soothing lotion would work just as well. Harry didn’t have the patience to brew a second potion that day, but he was able to steal Dean’s bottle of hand lotion, so that worked out for him in the end. And the lotion really did help sooth any minor sting the charm might have caused.

All and all though, it was an easy charm and Harry supposed he might have gone a bit over board with it. He’d started by shaving the few little bits of fuzz on his chin and over his upper lip. He’d had such fun with it that he’d also removed the hair from under his arms, sprouting up on his chest, along both of his legs and of course, all the wiry black hair growing on and around his groin and bollocks. Yes, the lotion was definitely a good thing.

Afterwards he’d found himself delightfully surprised to find that his newly hairless bollocks were extra sensitive and that he could feel every movement and shift of his boxers against them.

He’d also spent way too much time playing with the charm, and then later himself, because he’d barely had time to dress and gather his things before Ron had dragged him down to dinner. After dinner, Hermione had dragged him off to the Library and was helping him to come up with a list of spells and defenses against the Grindylows that she had discovered lived in the lake. So far, they had found two different spells that they thought would work against the Grindylows and that were easy enough to learn to cast silently.

With a sigh, Harry stepped off of the small staircase and turned down a hallway that would lead him towards the main entry hall with the moving stairs so he could head towards Gryffindor. Up ahead he watched as one of the doors to an empty and abandoned classroom opened up. He slowed his steps and slid his wand out of his sleeve and into his hand.

As he got closer, the light spilling in from some dusty windows illuminated the figure standing in the doorway enough for him to recognize Angelina Johnson. He relaxed as soon as he realized that it wasn’t some random Slytherin or worse, a Death Eater looking to ambush him.

“Harry?”

He smiled at her and walked over only to notice that she was wrapped in a robe, but didn’t seem to be wearing anything else under it. He was suddenly nervous all over again, but for an entirely different reason.

“Angelina?”

She nodded and reached out to gently tug him into the empty classroom. Shutting the door behind him, he could see that she had been here a while and had fixed up the room how she wanted it. All the dust was mostly gone and the desks and chairs had been pushed against the walls and out of the way. She had apparently transfigured something into a soft looking mattress strewn with swathes of silk and velvet and laid it in the middle of the room on the floor. Streams of moonlight illuminated the room through colored panels of glass high up on the far wall and a few unlit candles sat about in various places.

He didn’t have time to ask what was going on before she aimed her wand at the door and cast a series of locking, silencing and privacy spells at it. He swallowed hard since the movement caused her robe to fall open and revealed that she was indeed naked under it. He blushed a painful red, but couldn’t look away from her lovely dark skin. It reminded him of the finest silkiest chocolate and made him wonder just how sweet she would taste. Wanting to see more, he waved his wand in a vague gesture and the candles scattered about leapt into flame.

Startled at the sudden light, Angelina spun to face him, saw the hungry look on his face and shyly turned her face away and plucked nervously at her robes, half in an effort to cover herself, but not quite succeeding.

“Um,…Harry?” She coughed nervously, but then lifted her head high and looked him defiantly in the eyes. “Katie told us, Alicia and I, that is. Well, she told us what you did to her in the Charms corridor.”

They both blushed and Harry nodded dumbly. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he just couldn’t believe it. Things like this didn’t happen to him.

“She also said that you weren’t interested in a steady girlfriend…”

He nodded again. “That’s true. The newspapers, particularly Rita Skeeter, will gleefully ruin the reputation of any girl I’m associated with. It doesn’t matter if they have to tell complete lies to do it either.”

She frowned, but nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what Katie said too.”

The frown melted then and a smirk took its place as Angelina reached up and fiddled with his already loosened tie.

“So…does that mean you’d be willing to do that with me as well?”

Harry stared in her eyes dumbfounded for a moment before allowing his gaze to slide down her body and then back up again.

“Oh yeah.”

He dropped his bookbag at his feet and slid his robe off into a pile on the floor. Sharing a naughty lust filled grin, they both rushed to get him out of his clothes as fast as possible. Soon, he was standing before her naked as the day he was born with both his wand and his penis pointing directly at her. With a giggle, Angelina dropped her own robe and dashed over to the transfigured mattress and flopped down on her back with her legs spread and knees bent.

Chuckling, Harry followed her over and dropped down on all fours before crawling up her body. Leaning down, he gave her a deep wet and sloppy kiss, just like he had shared with Katie. Angelina moaned into his mouth and her hips rocked up to brush against his straining penis. He pulled back out of the kiss and grinned at her.

“Eager?”

“Hell, yes.”

She put her hands on both of his shoulders and gave a gentle nudge down her body. Chuckling, Harry paused long enough to fondle and suck at her nipples before continuing down her form. When he reached her snatch though, he found himself facing a neatly trimmed bush of thick kinky-curly black hair. He paused a moment to consider it and turned his head to face his pile of things. Pointing his wand, he whispered the summoning charm and then had to quickly reach up to catch Dean’s bottle of lotion. Making a mental note to remember to replace it, Harry sat back on his heals between Angelina’s wide spread thighs.

She raised up one eyebrow with a small frown of confusion until Harry ran the tip of his wand all along her mons, labia and even up the crack of her ass while softly murmuring the hair removal charm. He bent down close to make sure he didn’t miss any spot and then set down his wand and poured a bit of lotion into his hands.

Silently casting the heating charm on his hands and the lotion, Harry began to sooth any irritation she might feel by rubbing it in. He rubbed and petted the lotion into her thighs, stomach, and then all along her dark and puffy sex. Slowly, Angelina’s eyes slid shut and she began to rock her hips up and down, pressing her quickly aroused sex into his hands. The scent of her sweet arousal began to grow stronger than the lotion as Harry’s fingers dipped in and out of her folds.

Angelina reached down with her hands and placed them low on her mons and literally pulled herself open to his eyes. He groaned in lust and hunger at the sight before him. That was so naughty and dirty and his penis throbbed in pure appreciation. He explored a bit more and found one hot and tight little nub of flesh at the top of her slit that must have been supersensitive, because every time he rubbed it Angelina would gasp for breath and shudder under his hands.

Finally he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and he slid down so that he was lying on the mattress between her legs as he buried his face into her newly naked snatch. Almost instantly, Angelina lifted her long dark legs and draped them over his shoulders, practically wrapping his head in her thighs. Harry used his hands to grab her hips and ass in order to tilt her pelvis just right so that he could have the best angle.

After that his mind was lost in a blur of licking and nibbling, sucking and rubbing. He dipped his tongue into Angelina’s snatch as deep as he could and paid extra attention to the tight little nub of flesh that made her hump his mouth and cry out in pleasure. He silently cast the heating charm and the tickle charm on his lips and tongue, delighted in her scent and taste. He was barely aware of orgasming twice into the sheets beneath him as he unconsciously humped the mattress.

Finally, with one last cry, Angelina unwrapped her legs from around Harry’s head, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him up her body to kiss him deeply and taste her own juices on his face and in his mouth. Harry’s still hard penis slid like an arrow up past her hot wet folds, not entering her, but sliding along her slit and soaking him with her arousal. Gasping at this new and amazing sensation, Harry thrust twice along her slit and then shuddered as he spilled one last time, his cum splattering her tight stomach.

Still shuddering and trembling in Angelina’s tight hold, Harry lifted his head and looked her right in her sleepy and sated eyes.

“Thank you.”

She beamed at him and then leaned up for another kiss.

***

The next morning Harry awoke with a low cry and with his penis shooting cum into his sheets. His mind throbbed almost as hard as his bollocks with the image of Angelina rubbing her naked wet sex over his hard cock while Katie rubbed her naked wet sex over his mouth and tongue. He couldn’t see in his dream to be sure, but he had the feeling that the two girls were kissing each other while he pleasured them both.

***

Figuring that he’d have to give a little to get a little, Harry excused himself after breakfast stating that he wanted to put together a care package for Snuffles. Hermione thought that was a great idea and promised to put something together for him too.

Harry stood up from the table and found himself walking past three giggling and blushing Chasers. Feeling incredibly good between his plan, his extracurricular activities and his string of great dreams, he winked at them and leaned down to whisper in Alicia’s ear that she was next. He left them to the sounds of more giggling and a hot look of lust from the busty red-head.

Hurrying out of the Great Hall and back to Gryffindor, Harry opened his trunk and pulled out a stack of parchment. He instantly peeled off four sheets and folded them up with a clean quill tucked inside. Harry planned to send it with his letter as a subtle hint for Sirius to write him back.

Taking another small bit of parchment, he scribbled a quick note to Colin Creevey asking him if he had any pictures of him with Ron and Hermione he could spare. After a brief moment of thought, he also asked if he had a picture of the three Gryffindor Chasers together. Waking Hedwig with an apology and an offer of owl treats, he sent her to deliver his note right away while he worked on his letter to Sirius.

***

Dear Snuffles,

How are you and Moony doing? I hope that you are someplace safe with plenty to eat. I’m including a few galleons so that you both can buy stuff that you might need. I’m not sure what that might be, but I would guess warm socks and good boots might make the list…

*

Well, we think that we’ve figured out the Second Task. It’s going to be in held in the Black Lake here at Hogwarts. Something important of mine will be taken and hidden there, we think. I’ll have to go into the lake to retrieve it.

Hermione and I came up with a plan though. I’ve found that I can hold my breath for a real long time if I keep casting an air freshening charm on my lungs. I still need to practice because if I loose my concentration and let the air out I could easily drown. When I practice in the Prefect’s Bath and that happens all I have to do is stand up. That won’t work at the bottom of the lake…

*

Grindylows live in the lake, so we’ve come up with some spells to chase them off. I’d have to cast them silently while holding the freshening charm, but it’s the only idea we have. If you have any ideas or advice I’d appreciate it….

*

Anyway, speaking of practicing in the Prefect’s Bath, have I got a story for you. I swear it is totally true. It was a bit embarrassing at the time, but it leads to good things, so bare with me. I was soaking away some tension when I had the idea about the air freshening charm I told you about. I figured I’d give it a shot and see if I could do it. Oddly enough, it worked. So there I am, underwater and hidden by a mound of floating bubbles when a pair of silky smooth and creamy legs steps into the tub. The legs turn around and I can see that this girl shaves all the way up. And boy do I mean ALL the way. It was the most beautiful….

*

So now, every morning I wake up all sticky, if you know what I mean. My dreams are always centered around shaved and naked girl bits. It’s kinda embarrassing to always have to start my day with a personal cleaning charm, but it beats the hell out of dreaming about Voldemort. I don’t think the other guys in the dorm have figured it out yet, but….

*

Finally after days of teasing each other, she made her move. I swear on my heritage as the son of a Marauder, she yanked me into a secret hiding space behind a tapestry in the Charms corridor and confronted me about it. When I admitted to not wanting a girlfriend because of my fear that Rita Skeeter would trash her reputation like she did to Hermione, Katie just nodded and smiled and pushed me to my knees and demanded I service her. What’s a bloke to do? I mean, I’d never even kissed a girl at that point and there I was staring eye to knickers with one….

*

Ron let me read through the book and there are some really interesting things in there. Of course I went straight to the shaving charm. I think I might have over done it since I shaved my entire body with the exception of the hair on my head. And yes, that does include my bollocks, thank you very much.

So what? I’m a kinky sod and I’m not afraid to admit it.

*

Of course, I shaved Angelina’s snatch bald. I couldn’t resist. I’m sort of shocked that she didn’t hex me silly for taking such liberty, but I’d like to think I more than made up for it after. She sure did squeal enough to make me believe so anyway. She seemed to like it when I cast the tickle charm with my tongue and then touched her on this one place.

Seriously, Snuffles, I don’t even know what it’s called, but there’s this one little hard nub of flesh that….

*

Any advice you could give me about this would be appreciated too. I’m just going by instinct and I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. There isn’t anyone else I can ask. Ron wouldn’t know and Hermione would most likely hex me into a steaming pile of Gryffindor colored goo. It’s far too much fun to mess up and then not have them let me do it again, ya know….

*

Well, I guess that I should get back to studying for now. Please write back to me with any thoughts or just to tell me what you’ve been up to. Even little unimportant details are welcome.

Oh, and Hermione wants to add things to this package, so you might also want to send her a note as well.

Love and best wishes,
Harry

***

Somehow, Hermione had found a shoebox sized container which she had then charmed to be waterproof and feather-light. Together they had packed it full of shrunken items for both Sirius and Moony.

Hermione had raided the kitchen and produced several pieces of fresh fruit and some cold fried chicken as well as a tub of mashed potatoes.

She also included a short letter suggesting that they try and stay in muggle areas. She listed a few boarding houses and motels that were fairly cheap but in nice areas and hinted that muggle disguises might help keep him from being recognized easily. She also included a few articles clipped from several issues of the Daily Prophet and a shrunken copy of the most recent Witch Weekly.

Harry included his long four page letter, four pieces of parchment, a quill, two pictures with names and dates written on the back; one of Harry, Ron and Hermione; the other of Katie, Angelina and Alicia, ten galleons, and a matching set of scarf and gloves in Gryffindor colors.

Ron had even broken down and donated his travel pocket chess set that he had gotten out of a random Christmas Cracker over the holiday. It was tiny and nowhere near as nice as the set he’d inherited from his grandfather, but he figured that it would give the two fugitives something to do on long cold nights.

Harry was really touched by the gesture since Ron’s meeting with Sirius last year had not been the nice congenial one that he and Hermione had enjoyed. In fact, Ron had been convinced that Sirius was going to kill him to get to Harry.

They worked hard and had to shrink most of it to allow it all to fit in the box and then they sealed it up tight and ‘locked’ it with the password "I solemnly swear I am up to no good" and then sent it off with Hedwig.

***

Not too surprising, it didn’t take long for Sirius and Remus to reply to his and Hermione’s care package. Apparently, while his letter had been addressed to his godfather, Hermione had sent hers to Professor Lupin. As such, when the two men returned the box, it also held a letter for her.

After a quick glance through the box, Harry blushed profusely, pulled out Hermione’s letter and shut it up tight again. Handing over the letter, he tried to explain without really telling the truth.

“Um…I might have mentioned that I had some questions about guy things and then told him about Ron’s mum’s book. Snuffles…uh, well…he sent me some things. Guy things…”

Hermione blushed lightly, smiled softly and nodded.

“No need to be embarrassed, Harry. I understand. After all, there are some girl things that I wouldn’t want to discuss with you, as well.”

Harry blinked. Girl things?... What in Merlin’s name were ‘girl things’?

“Like what?”

Hermione blinked and then blushed deep red.

“Never mind, you. As I just said, girl things. As you’re not a girl, I’ll not be discussing them with you.”

Harry opened his mouth, paused and then shut it. If he insisted then she might just demand that he reciprocate. As much as he loved Hermione, he wasn’t up to talking about his bollocks with her, nor his new found love of shaved wet snatch. In the end, he just ended up nodding and agreeing with her.

That just left him a day full of classes to get through before he could open up his box in private and look through what Sirius and Moony had sent him. His anticipation conspired to make it a long day.

***

Finally able to take a bit of time before dinner, Harry waved off his friends and dashed up to the dorm. He sat down on his bed, closed his curtains and spelled his wand for light. Then, he opened up the box and began to go through the contents.

There was a letter for him from Sirius. It seemed nice and thick. There was also two magazines, which when he opened showed that they were filled with wizarding photo after wizarding photo of naked witches gently fondling themselves and blowing kisses at him. Oh Merlin, magical porn! There were also three books, two were a bit small and one was quite large. The smaller two were "Anatomy of Wizards and Witches" and "How to Please Your Witch in Bed; A Series of Spells, Potions and Charms". The larger book was one about defensive magic; "Intermediate Level Hexes, Curses and Counter-curses to Subdue Dark Creatures and Beings".

Harry then opened the letter and read it.

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Dear Harry,

Thank you for such a wonderful letter and package. The chicken and mashed potatoes were delicious and the fruit became the prize in a series of delightful and heated chess games. Both Moony and I had a grand time with it. The scarf and gloves are also appreciated as it is getting very chilly here in northern Scotland. And the colors were perfect. Up Gryffindor!

My favorite part of the whole package was, of course, your letter. Not that I don’t appreciate the short notes, but that was a wonderfully long and detailed read. As for the situation with Black Lake, the best advice I can give you is to prepare for the Mermish Folk that live there. Moony has included a spell that he recommends. It’s basically a translation spell that’s specific to Mermish. With this spell, if you cast it on yourself up to twenty minutes before you enter the water then you should be fine. It lasts for up to three hours before needing to be renewed, so just once should do it.

The air freshening charm sounds interesting, but I agree that it’s a bit dicey to count on it since you could end up drowning if you are distracted or surprised. You might also want to look into charms such as the ‘bubblehead’, magical plants such as ‘gillyweed’, transfiguration of your lungs might be a bit advanced but you can always get Professor McGonagall to review your spell and technique as well as monitor your practice for safety reasons. I believe there is even a potion or two that you might find interesting; one will allow you to breath water and the other will increase the length of time that you can go without breathing.

As for the girls you’ve been seeing, they are quite beautiful. And adventurous. Wow! I don’t think I was able to get a girl to drop her knickers for me until I was well into my fifth year and here you are, a fourth year with the entire Gryffindor Chaser line-up taking turns to be with you. I’m proud of you, Harry. Just remember to call them by the correct names and to make sure that they each have a good time. I’ve sent a book or two, so you read through them and it’ll give you some ideas on technique and various positions.

I feel bad about the situation with the newspaper though. If I weren’t on the run and had the full resources of the House of Black at my disposal, I’d probably try to take the Daily Prophet before the Wizengamot and charge them with maliciously attempting to destroy the virtuous reputation of a minor witch. I adore Hermione and will forever be grateful to her for helping me escape the Ministry. Plus, it’s not fair to you. You’ve got three girlfriends willing to share and you can’t be seen in public with them out of fear of that evil witch Rita. I’ve a good mind to bite her where the sun doesn’t shine.

I would suggest picking another publication and giving an interview. You could set the record straight, lambaste Rita and the Daily Prophet for their shoddy reporting and lack of care about the results of their printed lies. I know that you don’t want people prying into your business, but they’re going to do it whether you want them to or not. It’s best to be the one in control of what they print instead of having them make stuff up. You should pick a magazine or two that are popular and well circulated and then make nice to them. By that I mean, take out a subscription for yourself or your friends, because money talks and then offer the occasional interview.

To be honest, I’m very upset that Professor Dumbledore is letting this happen. He hasn’t made any attempt to shield you or protect you from the press. It’s bad enough that he didn’t try to help you escape having to compete in the Tournament. I don’t care what that idiot from the Ministry said, there are several ways you could have been excused from the competition; including the fact that you didn’t qualify due to your age.

Of course, from what Moony tells me, this isn’t the first time that the public turned on you. He said that there were still rumors floating about the school when he taught that said you were the Heir of Slytherin or some such rot. That’s patently ridiculous and I’m very angry that Dumbledore didn’t squash that rumor as soon as possible. A vague statement that he didn’t think you were attacking students was not enough.

Perhaps you need a PR Manager?

Write back when you can. Stay safe and remember that I love you.

Snuffles.

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