Girls, Girls, Girls

***

To Harry’s shock and vast delight, he was woken up sometime after midnight by Katie Bell as she climbed into his bed, pulled the curtains shut and cast a silencing charm. As strange as that all was, Harry had no clue what she was doing there. At least, not until she peeled her night shirt off and then wiggled out of her knickers.

“Hi, Harry.”

Chuckling slightly, Harry ran a hand up Katie’s right leg until he could rest his fingers against her smooth hot slit.

“Hello, Katie luv.”

Giggling, Katie pushed his hand away and rolled him over onto his back. She then straddled him so that she was standing on her knees with one leg on either side of him. She knee-walked up his body slowly until she was hovering right over his face. She grinned down at him as he reached up with his hands and ran them over her legs, hips and arse.

“You ready Harry?”

“Oh, yeah. Very ready.” And with that, Harry grabbed onto her hips and pulled her down onto his mouth. Her snatch was hot and wet already, and he wasted no time in kissing her deeply, licking her slit and sucking her engorged and puffy lips into his mouth. Her juices ran down out of her sex, drenching his tongue and lips, his cheeks and chin. She smelled amazing and tasted delicious, so warm and sweet.

All Harry’s practice with those spells paid off big time as he was able to cast the engorgement charm on his tongue, sending it deep into Katie. His lips began to magically heat up even as they began to vibrate as they pressed tightly against Katie’s lips, folds and clitoris. With a sharp cry of pleasure, Katie began to rock her hips rhythmically, humping down against Harry’s tongue and face. Remembering a bit from the anatomy book, Harry curled his tongue a little at the tip and searched out the spot deep inside a witch’s vagina that was supposed to be so super sensitive.

“Oh Merlin, yes! Yes, right there!” Katie humped against his face, fucking his long and agile tongue even as the walls of her vagina began to flutter like mad. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Harry’s cock was very hard and drooling all over itself. His hips thrust up into the air, desperately seeking contact with anything but only found empty air. Harry barely noticed; he was too caught up in the amazing taste, scent and feel of Katie on his tongue and mouth. He had the vague thought that he would like nothing better than to spend the rest of his life with a witch sitting on his face.

Her squeals, gasps and babbled words of encouragement only made Harry more excited. He pressed his nose tightly to her clitoris, rubbed his cheeks and chin against her lips and folds even as his engorgioed tongue licked in and out of her hot wet core. She humped back against him again and again, flooding his mouth with her juices three more times.

Finally, Katie pulled herself up off of his face with a gasp and hovered over top of him panting.

“I’m gonna ride you hard Harry. Better prepare yourself.”

With that said, Katie grabbed up her wand and pointed it directly at her stomach. She said a charm that he recognized from his sex magic book as being one to prevent pregnancy. Grinning widely, Harry let the spells on his lips and tongue fade away and reached down with one hand to wrap it around his throbbing cock. He gave it a light tug and cast a mild engorgio charm to increase the length by an inch or two and the girth by a good two inches. A second tug cast a mild heating charm and a light vibration charm.

He had barely finished when Katie scooted back, grabbed a hold of his cock and pressed the tip to her soaking wet and scorching hot snatch. Harry sucked in a deep breath in surprise at how wonderful just that tiny bit of contact felt. Then, without a word, she sat down on him.

Harry could feel the walls of Katie’s vagina stretching out around him as they fluttered wildly. Her eyes had opened almost comically wide and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’. She shifted slightly and gasped, “So bloody huge!”

Harry reached up with his fingers and rubbed against her clitoris just once. Katie bucked against him hard, her eyes rolled up in her head and she came, the muscles in her sex squeezing him almost painfully tight over and over again. Harry had time to thrust up into her once, twice and then he was cumming. Hard.

Panting desperately for air and his bollocks throbbing with a pleasant ache, Harry barely had the strength left to catch Katie as she slowly collapsed down on top of him. With his slowly softening cock still tucked up tightly inside of her, Katie dropped onto his chest and turned her face into his neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her as she placed a soft kiss against his throat.

“Bloody hell, Katie.” Harry whispered. “You’re amazing.”

She chuckled lightly and then they both drifted off to sleep.

***

Bright sunlight stabbed his eyes through his closed eyelids. He squeezed them shut harder and frowned in his sleep.

“Bloody hell, Harry!”

Ron’s voice shouting in his ear snapped Harry fully awake. Unfortunately, it also startled Katie Bell awake too as both of them tried to sit up in bed at the same time. They ended up in a tangled heap of legs, arms, sheets and blankets on the Gryffindor boy’s dorm room floor. Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus stood around in various stages of undressed and gaped at them.

Katie let out a high pitched shriek, elbowed Harry in the stomach and ripped the sheet away from them both as she stood up and quickly wrapped it around herself. A quick glance around located her wand and she grabbed it, spun around and threatened Harry’s dorm mates with it.

“If I hear one word of this breathed anywhere I will hex all of your bollocks off!” She emphasized this threat by pointing her wand at each of them. “Understand?”

All four boys nodded their heads frantically in agreement. With a ‘humph’ sound, Katie climbed back into Harry’s bed and began to quickly put her night clothes back on. Grinning smugly, Harry stood up, scratched his naked bollocks and sauntered over to his trunk. Flipping it open, he pulled out his invisibility cloak. When Katie climbed out of his bed in her night shirt, Harry reached out with one hand and pulled her in for a long slow kiss.

“Morning beautiful.” He wrapped the cloak around her. “This’ll get you back to your dorm, but I’ll need it back before breakfast. Okay?”

Katie marveled at the cloak for a long moment and then nodded. Smiling, she leaned forward and gave Harry another kiss. “Thanks for a wonderful night Harry. I’ll see you in the Common Room in forty minutes.”

He nodded and watched her pull the hood of the cloak up and over her. Invisible, she walked to the door, opened it and then closed it again behind her.

“Hot damn, that is one fine woman!”

Harry turned around and smirked at Dean. “That she is, my friend.”

He began rummaging around in his trunk for his shower supplies and a fresh set of clothes.

“Um…not to be rude, but…” Neville was one giant blush, “I thought that you told Witch Weekly that you and Katie were just friends.”

Harry nodded. “True. That’s the official story and it’s what we both will stick to. After the horrible things that the Daily Prophet said about her and Hermione, I’m not willing to announce any girl as being my girlfriend. They’d just attack her verbally and make everyone think the worst.”

The guys could only nod in agreement to that. It was true. They had all read the stories printed in that paper about Harry.

“So really guys, both Katie and I would appreciate it if none of you said anything about this to anyone.” Harry gave Ron a pointed look. “Not even Hermione. You can never tell who’s around to overhear you.”

Thinking that a bribe would go a long way, Harry reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out his anatomy book, his sex magic book and his two porn magazines.

“Here. You can all read through these if you want. Just don’t ruin them by pulling one off on them. You cum all over my books and I’ll hex you multicolored every morning until you hand me a brand new replacement copy.”

Chuckling, the four boys began to look through his collection of naughty books while Harry took himself off to the showers.

***

The owl order form had worked perfectly for acquiring the necessary potion ingredients. That Katie had left him a small stack of Gringott’s official vault inventory velum was a big plus. With a quick refresher of the rules and limitations for using his vault account fresh in his mind, Harry then spent an afternoon going through the various order forms and catalogs for things that he might want or need.

Obscurus Books in Diagon Alley had a most interesting selection. He ordered a few transfiguration and charms books as well as one on wizarding etiquette and manners. He figured that it would be good to read through. After all, he didn’t want to scare away any hot wet snatch just because he was being an oafish pig. A mental image of Ron stuffing his face in the Great Hall and then talking with his mouth full flittered through his mind and he grimaced. Yeah, he definitely didn’t want to be considered disgusting or rude.

He ordered a few pairs of plain and simple shirts and trousers from one of the clothing shops. Nothing fancy like Draco Malfoy would wear, but also a giant step up from the rags the Dursley’s gave him. It wasn’t much, but he also didn’t want to scare away any willing sex partners by seeming to be a tattered bum that was down on his luck.

A new pair of shoes from the cobbler was the last of his orders and just barely brought his total in under his 50 Galleon spending limit. He couldn’t wait to get it all so that he could dress up a bit and look nice for once. It might even catch the attention of a few more sexy witches.

Harry blinked and looked up from his last order form and frowned. He just realized that he had been sitting here and thinking about witches as nothing more than sexual playthings. That wasn’t good. Not good at all and if Hermione ever found out about it, she’d hex him so hard his kids would be born funny looking. Apparently it was beyond time to get his head out of his pants. As soon as he was done mailing off these forms, he was going to pull out his homework and focus on something productive.

It was better for his health that way.

***

Harry was correct in stating that new better fitting clothing would look good on him. He was half tempted to throw out his old rags, but wasn’t sure if he should. Aunt Petunia would surely notice new clothing, even if Uncle Vernon didn’t and she’d demand to know where he’d gotten it. He’d have to think on it more.

The only unintended side-effect was Hermione’s reaction to seeing him in his new clothes. She had very carefully complimented him on them, her eyes wide and sad, and then she had pulled him aside for a quiet and private chat. Confused, Harry had agreed easily enough. He was both surprised and embarrassed when she began to ask him questions about his life with the Dursley’s. Apparently, she was so used to seeing him wear rags that his clothing had become sort of invisible to her. The shock of seeing him in nicer things made the contrast that much sharper and it also emphasized just how thin and rail-like he really was.

Horrified that she would think him weak or broken, he had mumbled something barely comprehensible about cupboards and chores, strict rules to not out-do Dudley in school and having to ‘earn’ his meals through hard work. Her eyes had grown sadder and sadder with each word as they glimmered with unshed tears. Unable to stand it any longer, he’d fled the area and avoided her for several days.

Instead, he’d focused on his classwork, his assignments and practicing various charms, hexes and transfigurations. It really had been a complete accident when he’d summoned Alicia’s knickers in the middle of the Common Room. He’d been practicing with a handkerchief sitting on a table across the way. He’d summon it to him and then banish it right back. Summon, banish, summon, banish, summon, banish. Then she’d walked past, right in front of his incoming spell. The next thing he knew, her knickers were hanging off the end of his wand and she was grabbing herself and shrieking.

Ron and Neville had been very impressed.

***

That night Harry had enjoyed a very wet and sticky dream in which all of the witches in Gryffindor Tower had paraded past him one by one and dropped their knickers for him. He ended up lying back in a pile of the soft silky things while the naked witches wrestled in a pit of massage oil for the right to be the one to sit on his face and rub their wet shaved snatch over his mouth and tongue. He was sure that if he suggested it, the losers would willingly form a line and ride him one by one after the winner had her fun.

***

It was two days later that Harry found himself pulled backwards into a broom closet, pressed tightly against the wall and snogged silly. The witch pulled back long enough for Harry to recognize her as being Alicia Spinnet before she turned back to shut the door, lock it and dim the lights.

“Well, Harry. Long time no see.”

Grinning, Harry reached out and pulled her back into his arms, her pert breasts pressing delightfully against his chest.

“Hello again, Pretty.”

She giggled even as she ran the fingertips of one hand along his leg towards his crotch and looked up into his eyes.

“I’m not wearing any knickers today…”

One of his eyebrows lifted up over the top of his glasses.

“Is that so?”

She smirked and placed both hands on his shoulders and gave a little push down on them. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Smirking, he sank down to his knees before her. “I guess I will.”

Casting a mild warming charm on his fingers with just a whispered word, Harry ran his hands up her curvy legs, gently spreading them apart. Up her thighs, and then he ran his fingers along her slit, delighting as he felt her sex grow hot, wet and full with arousal. Gently, he rubbed her opening back and forth, back and forth. Alicia began to rock her hips with the motion, pressing her crotch into his hand. Then, without warning, he flicked a fingertip against her clitoris. She squeaked and then bit her bottom lip in an effort to stay quiet.

Grinning, he pulled back one hand and lifted her skirt up so that he could finally see her shaved snatch with his eyes. She shifted slightly, spreading her legs open further.

“Oh. That’s just lovely. You are so beautiful, so wet and hot.”

Alicia nodded and moaned, her hips tilting towards him as he continued to rub and pet her.

“Such a naughty little witch with her hungry and greedy little sex.”

Alicia whimpered and lifted one leg up, shifting it around so that it rested on his shoulder, her knee bent to let her foot hang free behind him.

“I’m a bad witch. So naughty.”

Harry grinned wildly. “Yes. You are a naughty witch with a greedy wet snatch.” He flicked her clitoris again. “Whatever should I do with you?”

She shifted closer to him, tilting her hips towards his face. “Kiss me, Harry.”

Leaning forward, Harry brought his mouth up against Alicia’s slit and ran his tongue from one end to the other. Alicia moaned and rocked against him. Harry moaned as well. Her taste filled his mouth and her scent filled his nose. Instantly, his cock was straining against his trousers and his bollocks felt tight and heavy.

Pressing tightly to her, Harry licked and sucked at her puffy lips for a bit and then tilted his head slightly to better reach her clitoris. He pulled it in between his lips and sucked down on it before flicking it with his tongue. With a squeak and a jerk of her hips, Alicia flooded his mouth with her juices.

Chuckling in delight at her responsiveness, Harry muttered the charm that would lengthen and thicken his tongue. Carefully shifting her other leg over his shoulder as well, Harry grabbed onto her hips tightly and then began to fuck her dripping core with his tongue. In and out, in and out, swirl it around in a circle or two, then in and out once more. Alicia gurgled in her throat and humped his face even as her hands reached down to grab twin handfuls of hair.

Harry had no clue how long he knelt on the floor of the closet, his face buried between Alicia’s thighs with his tongue fucking in and out of her vagina. Her juices were dripping off of his chin and were smeared over his mouth and cheeks. She was panting for air and practically wheezing with each gulped breath. Then, suddenly, her whole body stiffened up and she trembled against him. The slick walls of her sex then began to squeeze his tongue over and over again the way that Katie had done to his cock.

With a grunt, Harry came in his trousers, his bollocks throbbing in mild pain as they pumped themselves empty.

He carefully unwrapped Alicia’s legs from his head and shoulders and set her on her feet. A few quick cleaning charms took care of the mess in his pants, on his face and between her legs. With one last flirty smile, Alicia straightened her clothes, unlocked the door and glided through it leaving a wildly smiling Harry behind.

***

It was only a few days later that Hermione finally cornered Harry. She patiently explained that he need not be embarrassed around her since she didn’t think any less of him for having bigoted prats for relatives. Harry stuttered a bit, but didn’t really say anything coherent before she had swept on with the conversation by informing him that he should focus on the family that he enjoyed and loved, and those that loved him back. She then suggested that they create another gift basket for Snuffles and said that her portion would be ready the next day. Then with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, Hermione turned around a walked off leaving Harry confused, but happy.

***

Harry managed to nick several thick slices of ham, a jar of applesauce and a half loaf of bread from the kitchens for Sirius’ care package. He also included an order form for the second-hand clothing shop in Diagon Alley with his vault key impression and his signature. He stuck a brief note to it stating that his key had a limit of 50 Galleons, but that Sirius should order some clothing or a nice winter cloak.

He also had taken the time to write another really long and detailed letter.

***

Dear Snuffles,

I wanted to thank you for the advice about the Second Task. The list of spells and potions was great help. I decided to use the potion that lets you breath water and I carried gillyweed with me for extra protection in case the potion didn’t work. Of course it worked perfectly, so now I have gillyweed that hasn’t been used. Ron says we should wait till the weather warms up and then explore Black Lake a bit when it isn’t freezing…

*

You and Moony really came through for me and the girls with that whole Witch Weekly article. Did you get a chance to read it? I came across as a bit of a whiny prat, but that’s fine. At least Hermione and Katie are no longer being sent hexes in the mail and howlers that scream out about them being nasty scarlet women.

We were all pretty pleased with the scathing review of the Daily Prophet’s reporting technique and their questionable judgment. Rita in particular came across as a vindictive bitch that can’t be trusted. From what I’ve heard, lots of people are coming forward with tales of being lied about in the Prophet. Hopefully, people will stop believing everything they print…

*

I had a bit of an incident in the Gryffindor Common Room recently. Poor Alicia. She’s the pretty brunette with the red highlights in the picture I sent you. Anyway, I was just relaxing with Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom. As we were chatting, I was practicing summoning and banishing with a handkerchief. Alicia stepped in between me and the handkerchief at the wrong time and the next thing I know, her knickers are hanging off the end of my wand…

*

I just don’t understand one thing, though. What is it about me that makes girls grab me from behind and drag me off into broom closets? Not that I was complaining when Alicia pushed me to my knees, draped her leg over my shoulder and demanded I kiss her where her knickers usually sit, but still…

*

It was pretty embarrassing, I guess. There we were, tangled up in the sheets and our naked arses to the wind with Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus staring down at us. I thought Katie was going to hex us all right then and there. Of course, I would’ve been the only one to die happy, but it still would have hurt. Instead, she threatened my roommates’ bollocks if they told anyone, pulled on her nightshirt and stomped off wearing my dad’s cloak.

Personally, I think it was worth the hassle and embarrassment. Katie has some serious talent in the sack. I tried to distract the guys, though. I passed around my porn and those two sex books you sent me. They were a hit and I wouldn’t mind a few more. Hint, hint…

*

I’m still not completely sure how it happened, but somehow Ron managed to convince more than half the school that Draco Malfoy is gay and has a crush on me. He’s been going around with a permanent blush even as he continually hexes people that try to assure him either that I’ll come around or that he’ll find somebody else. I’m not sure which option makes him the angriest though…

*

I think I’m going to talk to Colin Creevey about getting some more photos for you. He’s an annoying little git in the year below me and if anyone in this school has a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived, it’s Colin. He’s got this camera that he carries everywhere with him and he’s always taking pictures.

I don’t know if he’s got some that he can copy for you or if he’d have to take new ones, but I’ll try to get some for my next letter. For now, I’ll just hope you enjoy the letter and other things inside the box.

Your godson, Harry

***

The next day, he brought the half full box to Hermione. She gave him an odd look, then tucked in a thick letter and five wax sealed vials labeled with her neat handwriting. He raised an eyebrow at that, but then shrugged and closed up the box with several charms and locked it with the password “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

He was prepared to take it up to the owlry when Hermione pressed three other vials into his hands.

“These ones are for you.” She blushed, looked away for a moment and then looked back at him with sad, earnest eyes. “They’re nutritional potions designed specifically for people who have suffered malnutrition. I gave five to Snuffles. I figured that he didn’t get to eat real well where he used to live and his meals are probably still a bit sketchy.”

Harry frowned and looked down at the vials.

“Why give me three of them then? Shouldn’t he have them all?”

“Harry…” Hermione bit her lip, took a deep breath and then babbled at him very fast. “You’re very skinny. And sort of short. The shortest boy in our year, in fact. Even I’m taller than you, Harry. From what you told me about your life before Hogwarts, I get the feeling that you’ve missed more than a few meals. Malnutrition leaves long-term damage to the body, especially if it’s suffered during a person’s formative years. I think that if you take them and let them work their magic that you might…” She blushed again, “well, that you might catch up with your age mates.”

“Oh.”

What could he say to that? It made sense and she was right, he had missed many meals with the Dursleys. He couldn’t count the number of nights he’d laid in his cupboard with an empty stomach as he listened to them enjoy a good filling dinner.

It was also true that he was the smallest boy in his year and that most of the girls were bigger than him too. It was part of what made him such a good Seeker. He hadn’t really thought of it before, but most of his friends had enjoyed growth spurts. Ron had had more than one. Harry hadn’t.

He blushed and nodded. “Thanks.”

***

Harry was a bit depressed and embarrassed by Hermione’s assertion that he suffered from bouts of malnutrition often enough that it had stunted his growth. He was honest enough with himself to admit that it was probably true, but that didn’t stop that truth from hurting. It also didn’t stop him from wanting to hide from the look that came into her eyes every time she caught sight of him.

That’s what led him to be hiding, tucked away into a dark niche that was behind an illusion of a bit of stone wall. Once someone stood behind the illusion, they could see out into the main corridor, but no one else could see in. It was perfect for snogging.

Or for moping.

He was sitting down with his legs crossed and the map out and open on top of his lap. He wasn’t really looking for anything specific, just keeping an eye out for Dumbledore since he was fairly sure the Headmaster could see through illusions. A quick glance down at the map didn’t show the Headmaster, but instead showed that Malfoy, his two goons and Parkinson were coming down the hall, probably headed for the library.

An evil thought entered his head and he couldn’t stop the smirk from flitting onto his face. He knew he shouldn’t do it, it was mean and wrong and just…so funny. And really, Professor McGonagall did say they should practice their switching spells. Biting his lip to keep from cackling with glee, Harry slipped his wand out and aimed it down the hall at the approaching foursome.

He cast the switching spell.

Malfoy and Parkinson both stumbled slightly, a shocked look on their faces. They were completely unhurt; of course, the spell had been aimed at their knickers, not their bodies. Then again, it was possible that Parkinson’s little tiny silk knickers felt uncomfortable after a day of Malfoy hanging loose in a pair of boxers.

The two goons didn’t say anything; they just looked confused as to why the other two had stopped. Malfoy just blushed brightly and fidgeted. It was anyone’s guess if it was from the embarrassment of wearing witches knickers or if it was because he liked it. Parkinson looked up and down the corridor with a suspicious look on her face. Not seeing anyone, she lifted her skirt and exposed a nice pair of green silk boxer shorts.

Harry had to hit himself with a silencing charm to keep the cackles from echoing off the rafters.

***