Harry Potter And The Half Blood Pimp

Sirius and Remus-



Sirius and Remus were currently making names for themselves, even as Harry healed in St. Mungos. They learned quickly that “pimping aint easy”. Physically and mentally, it was akin to being a soldier of the street.

They were both rolling in more money than they knew what to do with, even after paying Harry. Sirius had quickly purchased a new pinstriped suit and Aston Martin V12 Vanquish that he was quickly enchanting secretly.

Remus on the other hand purchased a Cadillac Escalade, always being the sensible one. As sensible as an $80 thousand pound SUV could be, complete with spinner rims and a vanity plate that read “1MNBITE”.

One night Sirius and Remus sat down to speak, after having found the man who had almost killed Cynthia. Harry’s Uncle Vernon was easily recognized by Remus as he listened to Cynthia yell and scream as she pointed at him from his car. Having pulled up next to each other at a light. “That is the fucking bastard who beat me Remus!” She yelled as she threw a shoe at the mans window, causing him to look very alarmed.

Ring Ring

“Remus?” Sirius asked over his cell phone, as he was currently behind Remus in his Aston Martin. “Why is Cynthia assaulting that mans car with her foot wear?”

Remus barely had a moment to explain to Sirius what was going on before Sirius jumped out of his car and walked right up to the mans window. Pointing his wand at the man, he summoned a blast of green light, and then ran back to his car and sped away, following Remus as the light changed to match the spell that had just blasted from his wand.

The only thing you could hear from the Aston Martin was a man screaming, “Respect mutha fuckin King Magick! Respect the dogs! Woof Woof!” Leaving the entire street in a panick.

Remus and Sirius laughed together as they leaned back on the couch at King Magicks house, reminiscing in how proud they were of their newest victory.

“I spose I busted a cap in his ass. Eh?” Sirius laughed as he took a swig from his flask, the words No.1 Pimp engraved in the chrome.

“Sirius?” Remus sobered up a little, as he inquired for Sirius’ total attention.

“Yea?” Sirius grimaced a little as the alcohol trickled down his throat, a small gasp escaping his lips.

“I think. I think I am going to ask Harry if I can buy Cynthia out?” Remus looked slightly distant as he explained.

“You mean pimp her yourself?” Sirius questioned incredulously.

“NO!” Remus quickly explained. “I was thinking perhaps thirty five thousand pounds. If she agrees of course, to let me buy her out of the business, so we might be able to enjoy our time together. I think I am in love with her.”

Sirius simply stared for a moment, before replying. “You sure that is what you want? I mean…” He hastened as he saw a glint of anger in Remuses eyes. “I’m just saying that is a lot of money.”

“It is worth it.” Remus assured Sirius.

“Then all you can do is talk to her about it, then ask Harry.” Sirius grinned before patting his friend on the back.



Back at Hogwarts-



Ginny walked back down the steps a small pink tinge to her cheeks, sans Hermione.

“Every thing cool?” Harry inquired as she sat back down.

Ginny simply shrugged with an “I don’t know” face, though her eyes danced wildly.

Harry felt like he were sweating bullets before finally seeing the door to Hermione’s dorm open and she step back down without the box. Harry’s heart was beating furiously as he currently couldn’t read her face. It looked completely neutral.

It looked as though she were going to walk up to Harry, but as she got close to him, she simply walked by, leaving Harry perplexed. Though his face quickly switched to a smile as he watched her slowly exit the painting, her now bare leg slipping out from beneath her cloak, before she twisted her head softly, a mischievous grin on her lips, her tongue beckoning Harry, as it danced upon her lips.

Harry turned to Fred and grinned as he grabbed the brim of his hat and twisted it around backwards.

Fred simply shrugged and waited ten seconds before following Harry at a small distance, easily keeping pace with the pimp with the limp. Harry on the other hand was trying his damndest to keep up with Hermione, her hips swaying lightly beneath her robe as she continued to stay at fingertip length from Harry, leading him somewhere.

Harry grinned widely as Hermione stopped and leaned up against the corridor wall with her back where the room of requirement resided. “Why don’t you summon up your night club?” She whispered as her finger tips drummed against the wall next to her sides.

Harry limped past the wall three times, and POOF, the doors appeared, as did the noise.

“Shall we go to your office?” She giggled lightly.

Harry grinned and pulled the door open, allowing Hermione in, as Fred ambled in behind them to sit down next to the entrance. Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand and walked slowly next to him, keeping pace with him, guiding him to the room in the back.

Harry could feel the sweat forming on the palm of Hermiones hand, she was definitely nervous. Harry knew she was a virgin and he respected that, never forcing himself on her beyond using his charms. She had asked Harry if he were a virgin, and he had answered truthfully that he wasn’t, but she didn’t seem to mind, only making a noise of acceptance and changing the subject.



Harry stepped into the VIP room following Hermione after she opened the door to find it was now decorated with a four-poster bed and fireplace. In a corner sat one lone chair, with enough space to for a lap dancer to work. As Harry admired the room, he had not noticed Hermione pulling her robe off, and kicking her shoes off only to pull on the boots Harry had purchased her.

Harry could truly appreciate the opinion of his harem when he had contacted them for ideas on a sexy outfit for his girlfriend. They had not disappointed.

Hermione was slowly slipping on her thigh high leather boots and connecting them to her pink garter belt. A tiny black miniskirt with pink stitching up the sides barely covered her assets, slipping peaks of her pink thong panties as she bent over. A very tiny black tank top with the words “I Love King Magick”written in pink covered her chest, but left her stomach bare. Hermione then slipped her hands up into her hair and pulled it up into a long bushy pony tail, her face matching the pink of her clothing’s trim.

“Do you like it?” She finally asked, as Harry had been staring at her, lightly slack jawed.

“Damn girl. You beautiful.” He crooned, slowly reaching a hand out to her.

Hermione playfully slapped his hand away, a smirk playing on her face. “Don’t think it will be that easy King.” She laughed, before grabbing his arm and pulling him gently to the chair and sitting him down. “Just relax.” She commanded.

Harry complied in haste, slinking down into the chair, his damaged leg held out wards stiffly, while his other leg sat at a regular angle, his cane clattering to the floor.

Hermione smiled innocently as she grabbed the opening to Harry’s pant leg and pulled it up, revealing the metal and plastic retainer that kept his leg straight.

Harry stiffened slightly as he watched her slowly unfasten his leg brace, but relaxed as she planted a few kisses on his knee and thigh, eventually getting the thing off.

Hermione gently pushed the contraption away. “I don’t want to cut my self.” She explained as she slowly ran Harry’s pant leg back down, using her fingertips to tickle his leg, though Harry had no feeling in it, it still felt nice to be touched

Harry quickly realized that Hermione had tears in her eyes, as she stared at his leg. “What is the matter girl?” He asked, trying to console her.

“It’s my fault.” She sighed, as she settled herself down into a kneeling position between his legs. “I just know Ron did this to you, because of me.”

“It ain’t yo fault.” Harry replied sternly. “Mutha fucka had it out for me since we met.”

“Because of me.” Hermione sighed before placing her forehead on his good knee.

“No. Because of who I am.” Harry whispered to her as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Now get on up here and grind on me girl. You know you my main chick, and no one could replace you.”

Hermione looked up and with sad eyes replied with an almost pleading look. “I love you.”

“I love you too girl.” Harry smiled down at her. “Now come here and dry them eyes, this is supposed to be nice for both of us.”

Hermione climbed up into Harry’s lap and took a moment to stare into his eyes. She knew he had seen so much, and yet he was so young. He was even letting her explore him, when she knew that he knew he could have what he wanted whenever he wanted.

“You sure you ready fo dis girl?” He checked one last time.

Hermione nodded slowly as her head dipped down to his face, her tongue tentatively meeting his lips, before their kiss came full force. “Mmmmm.” She moaned into his mouth.

Harry was spending this time running his hands up and down the back of Hermione’s legs, as his fingertips would reach the edge of her skirt, he would travel back down.

Hermione noticed first as the song Sexual Healing (remix by shaggy) began to play. The soft mix of reggae and traditional love music setting the pace of their exploration, bringing a smile to Harry’s face.

Harry loved how her body tensed when his fingers would find their way to the soft cheeks of her ass. It drove him wild, to feel her gasp and groan as she experienced so many new feelings.

Hermione could feel Harry’s finger tips grip into the back of her thighs, his wrists slowly working a rhythm into her lower body, encouraging her to grind against his body. Just like he likes.

For a split second, Harry’s heart jumped in his chest when he thought that someone was knocking on the door, but he soon realized the song It wasn’t me by Shaggy was starting.

Hermione seemed one minded in kissing and licking every bit of Harry’s neck and lips. Her tongue leaving shining streaks down his Adams apple, his “Harrys apple” she giggled to herself as her nose poked into his throat.

Harry jerked and laughed a little as her tickling nose and tongue assaulted his neck. “You sure can kiss baby.” He whispered into her ear, “Smart, pretty, and a dreadfully good love maker. What else could I want?”

Hermione loved the fact that Harry always emphasized her brains over anything else, having taken pride in her mind since she had started Hogwarts. As she was musing over Harry’s choice of words when seducing her, she failed to notice him tighten his grip around her until it was to late.

Harry cupped her bottom with his arm, and using all the strength in his good leg, with a barely audible grunt he spun her over onto her back, her legs wrapped around his back, as Harry lowered himself into a kneeling position, their tongues still wrestling.

If you had asked him, Harry would have let you know, “I ain’t no coochy licker bitch, thank you very much.” But tonight, with Hermione, he was down for something new.

Hermione gasped as she felt Harry kiss down her neck to her shirt, planting kisses where her nipples were hidden behind a thin shirt. She was even more surprised as Harry continued to kiss down till he found her bare midriff, his tongue slowly tracing down her abdomen, finding her belly button.

Harry appreciated the fact that Hermione always took pride in her cleanliness as he ran his tongue around her belly button, finding she tasted a bit like cinnamon and smelled like body wash. So he continued down ward, skipping over her skirt for a moment, he planted kisses on her inner thighs.

Harry let his tongue run wet streaks up and down the inside of her legs; he could feel the heat emanating from just below her skirt. Hermione could sense her face blushing as she watched Harry suck on her thigh, as his eyes gazing up into her skirt.

Placing her legs on his shoulders a little more evenly, Harry pulled down sharply, laying Hermione flat on her back, and using his left hand, he pulled her thong to the side. His efforts rewarded with the sharp gasp and sigh from Hermione as she slipped her fingers into his hair.

Harry grinned as he realized Hermione had used a trimming charm to make a very small heart out of the short curly hair that adorned her “cat” as he called it. Very gently Harry slipped his tongue into her slit, sending jolts through her body as he pressed down on her clit before continuing down the rest of her playground. Exploring and prodding with his tongue, he found all sorts of spots that would make Hermione gasp, shudder, and shiver.

He could taste the mixture of her sweat and juices on his lips as he licked them clean. Letting one finger slip within her folds, he took a moment to look up into her face, he watched as she arched her back, torn between the pain and pleasure of her first time.

“Oh God Harry.” She finally groaned, as words began to finally filter into her vocabulary of animalistic growls and guttural moans. “Don’t stop.” She commanded as Harry began pumping his finger within her body, his tongue furiously massaging her clitoris.

“Oh God! Fuck Me! Fuck! UGGGHHH!” She shouted, her back arching as Harry attempted to pin Hermione to the chair with his elbow, while keeping her panties pulled to the side for his access.

Harry didn’t even yelp as he felt her yanking on his hair, her body shuttering as she savored the orgasm that Harry had supplied for her. “Oh God please. Take me now Harry.”

Harry knew he was solid as a rock, but baggy pants had their advantages even during sex. Standing up, Harry leant over and slipped his tongue into Hermione’s mouth, letting her savor her flavor with him before he stood up straight and yanked his belt loose letting his pants drop to the floor.

The soft chink of his belt hitting the floor was the only sound as the music began to change again. Some cut FT cutty by Trillville echoed the raw street style of love making that Harry possessed, his rock hard shaft now completely visible to Hermione. He could hear her gulp nervously.

Hermione was about to ask Harry about protection before she realized he was currently pulling the wrapper off a magnum condom. “Purple. How cute.” She thought as she watched him slip the rubber over his appendage like an expert.

Harry yanked his jersey off, luckily his necklace became twisted in it, and the charm ended up on his back as he slowly lowered himself down onto Hermione’s tiny form.

She loved the feel of the warmth of his body against hers, as she could feel his shaft pressing against her inviting entrance. “It’s gonna hurt girl.” He explained as he grabbed onto his dick, ready to guide himself in.

Hermione simply nodded with her brow furrowed as she prepared for Harry to slam into her.

Harry would have nothing of the sort, slowly allowing Hermione to guide his insertion. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pressing back, and lowering the pressure, as she was ready for more of him within her body. She was so surprised with how gentle and caring Harry could be. She had heard horror stories of the first time for other girls in her dorm, but here was Harry, letting her guide every bit of her most special of nights.

“Unnngggg.” Harry groaned, “God damn girl, you so tight and warm… and soft. Argggh.” Harry’s brow was damp with sweat as he was using all of his self control to keep from simply banging her senseless. He found it helpful if he sucked on her collar bone, and so he did.

“Harry.” Hermione whispered into his ear. “I’m ready.” She breathed huskily as Harry was now as deep within her as he could go.

His motions were deliberate and slow, like a flood. It began with small powerful thrusts and as her moans and cries encouraged Harry, he simply upped the pace to keep with her shouting.

He could feel her nails digging deep into his back, deep and painful, but Harry savored the feeling, knowing that it was her way of showing he was doing a good job. Harry was quickly reaching his peak, and Hermione had yet to orgasm. So Harry took desperate measures.

He pulled himself out, to the very audible protest of Hermione, before she realized Harry was twisting her around till she was bent over the chair. Face down, ass up, Harry slipped himself back into her willing body, finding it easier to hit her more sensitive spots.

Hermione bit deep down into the cushion of the chair before her arms went ramrod straight, her back arching and her mouth opening to a shriek of pleasure and the primordial moan of her lover’s name. Her hands waving backwards till they came to rest on Harry’s hands, his body still thrusting as she shuddered and came.

Harry couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled himself out again and yanked the condom of his dick, throwing it haphazardly to the side, he began stroking himself furiously as Hermione pressed herself around with force, her face even with his now splattering shaft.

Hermione simply closed her eyes as Harry layered thick streams of his sexual fluids across her face. “Unnggghhh.” He groaned as one hand held Hermione steady by the shoulder. “God damn.” He finally moaned before collapsing backwards, his one strong leg finally giving out from all the work it had to do.

He watched with pleasure as Hermione slowly used her fingers to guide all of his fluids down into her mouth. Sucking her sticky fingers clean.





Snape had found Harry on his way back to his dorm that night, after he had returned Hermione to her common room. “Harry.” Snape had nodded at him as they began to pass each other, before Snape placed a hand on his shoulder and lightly pressed him so they were facing eye to eye.

“Ahhhh DISCUSTING!” Snape had screamed as though something had burned him, his hand pushing Harry backwards, almost making him fall down. “MERLIN! VILE BOY!! ARGGGH!”

Snape rushed back towards Dumbledore’s office, as Harry quickly ran his fingers over his face, trying to figure out what Snape had seen. The potions master meanwhile was rushing up the stairs to Dumbledore’s office, his eyes wild.

“ALBUS!” Snape exclaimed as he threw the door open, startling the headmaster and Minerva McGonagall, her face flustered and her robe slightly askew. Snape paid it no mind though. “Albus, look what I have seen.”

Dumbledore scowled for a moment before returning to his normal cheery self, “Come here my boy. What is the matter?” Creating eye contact so they could share the memory.

“See! See!” Snape shouted as he retold his legillimancy of Harry. “Look what he did to our prefect?! She was so pure, and brainy, and LOOK WHAT HE DID!”

“Nothing says lovin like a bun in the oven.” Dumbledore chuckled before dismissing Snape with his hand. “If this is all you wanted to show me. Leave. Minerva and I have business to discuss.”

Snape simply sat flabbergasted for a moment before turning around, his ears perking as he heard Minerva giggle like a young girl. Dumbledore whispering “Harry I believe has taught me something new. Shall I show you?”

Snape didn’t sleep for two days.



Hermione on the other hand was currently sitting on her bed in her dorm giggling and talking in hushed whispers about what had transpired between her and Harry. It seemed like every girl in Gryffindor was currently huddled around her, listening intently to Hermione explain in great detail everything that Harry and her did. She having felt obligated by the stories of her friends.

“Is he big?” Ginny had inquired.

“Does he have stamina?” Lavender squealed.

“What did it taste like?” another fifth year girl inquired deep in thought.



Hermione and her friends stayed well up into the night swapping stories and tips, only going to sleep after McGonagall had made an entrance commanding the girls to sleep. Though she looked a bit funny, with that hair gel in just a few spots around her face.



It was quickly nearing end of term, and every one was making plans on what they planned to do. Hermione’s father, “The Dentist” as she had told Harry, was taking his vacation, and they planned to simply sit around the house.

Harry on the other hand, planned to dip in on Sirius and Remus and handle any business that needed to be done before returning to school. Harry hoped he could visit Hermione during break, but as hectic as his life was, he never knew what could transpire. He promised to call her though, and keep in contact.

“I ain’t never gonna let you go girl.” Harry cooed as he stroked her hair in the common room of Gryffindor. “You ma main girl.” He assured her as he kissed the top of her head.

“I wish you could come with me.” Hermione sighed as she clutched his basketball jersey.

“Have this?” Harry looked for acceptance in her eyes as he slipped the jersey off his body, placing it in her hands.

Several of the girls in the common room were craning their necks to look at Harry’s bare chest, but were quickly chastised by a deadly look by Hermione.

“Thank you Harry.” She giggled as she cuddled up with his shirt, her body draped across his legs.

Far to soon, it was time to return home from school. A welcomed vacation from the hectic day-to-day monotony of class, every one looked forward to it, even though Harry and Hermione knew it would be hard on them.



On the train-



The Hogwarts express chugged along peacefully, as students giggled and laughed. Their joy of vacation spurred many emotions, which Harry and Hermione were experiencing at that very moment.

“Go into the bathroom.” Harry whispered into her ear, as they sat at the back of the train. “Then I will wait 10 minutes, then come and knock, and you unlock the door and let me in.” He explained his plan as his eyes danced with the excitement of their last fling before vacation.

“Harry.” Hermione grinned widely. “We could get in trouble, what if we are caught?”

“We won’t be baby.” Harry assured her, his hand slowly making it’s way up her thigh to play with the thong he had bought her. “One last time?” He whispered, his eyes round and wet as he fought back a grin.

Hermione thought about it for a moment, biting her lower lip. “I don’t… EEP!” She jumped in her seat as Harry had found her clitoris. “One last time.” She whispered before walking out of the cabin they had in the back.

Harry leaned back in his seat, waiting the allotted time, his groin tensing with anticipation. Finally, he felt he had waited long enough and made his way to the bathroom in the back.

Tap Tap

Harry knocked, his ears perking as he could hear the door unlocking and without missing a beat, Harry slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Harry had barely turned around when Hermione grabbed onto his neck, her kisses passionately burning into his mouth. “Mmmmm…. Harry.” She groaned as his hands found their way beneath her dress. “Get a rubber on.”

Harry reached into his pocket, feeling nothing. Harry quickly reached into the other, before realizing he was completely out of contraceptives. “Fuck.” Harry groaned as he pulled his pockets inside out.

Hermione bit her lower lip for a moment before speaking. “It’s fine, I’ll just be the one in control. Then when you start to cum, I’ll just pull away.”

Harry didn’t think that was such a good idea. “I dunno.” He replied, “What if you don’t get off?”

“I will.” Hermione assured him. “I’m the practical and responsible one.” Her giggles exciting Harry as his mind raced with the thoughts of being inside Hermione raw.

Any inhibitions Harry may have had disappeared when Hermione hiked her skirt up, revealing she had already removed her panties. “Uggghhh.” He moaned down low, as she shimmied his pants down before twisting on her heels and placing her hands on the sink.

Neville Longbottom needed to pee. He had never had such a need to pee as he did at this moment in his life. His knees shook and his stomache ached as he rushed towards the back of the train. Only to find the door locked.

“Im going to cry.” He whimpered as he knocked on the door. “Please let me in.” He called, his voice cracking as he begged. “Please?”

“No!” Harry and Hermione shouted in unison, their bodies in the throws of passion. “Use the other one.” Harry continued, his concentration waning as he bit down into the back of Hermione’s neck.

Neville could have sworn he heard two voices, as he danced about. “Please Harry?” Neville pleaded.

“Piss out the god damn window!” Harry’s voice yelped, his hands firmly gripping Hermione’s thighs. “ARGHGGGGH! I’m gonna cum!” He yelped as he could feel his stomach contracting. Before he could pull away from Hermiones body she slammed backwards, using her hands to over power Harry’s single leg.

BAM!

The door shook, as Neville’s eyes got wide. He could definitely hear Harry’s and Hermione’s voices. “Oh God! Oh God!” Neville chanted as he continued his pee-pee dance, “I don’t know what to do! Argggh.” Neville rushed to the window and threw it open, hanging his Johnson out it, he relieved himself.

Harry was panting as Hermione slowly grinded her hips, their body still joined. “Mutha fuckin responsible huh?” Harry hissed as he laid his head backwards against the door.

“I don’t know what came over me.” Hermione groaned, she knew she would be sore and sticky after that one.

“Fuck me.” Harry groaned as he gently removed himself from his union with Hermione. “Well, I can definitely say, it IS better bangin when it’s raw.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” Hermione confirmed, her legs feeling like jelly.

Harry yanked his pants back up, and waited for Hermione to dress as well before opening the door to find Neville still standing there with a confused look on his face.

“Uhh.” Neville simply stared with his eyes looking confused.

“What the fuck are you doing Neville?”

“I have no idea.” Neville looked down at his shoes before turning around. “I guess I was waiting to use the bathroom.” His face beet red.

“It’ll be free when Hermione gets out.” Harry chuckled, trying to mask the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.



Harry stepped off the train, hand in hand with Hermione, their fear and uncertainty of their actions broken by the loud whoop coming from Sirius Black. “Harry ma dog!” Sirius called. “Over here yo!”

Harry turned to Hermione; grasping her hard he kissed her passionately. “What ever happens. Don’t be afraid to tell me. I am here for you girl.” He ran a finger down her stomach, planting one last kiss on her forehead.

Harry never noticed Hermione choking back tears as she returned the kiss, assuring him she would be fine.



“What up Sirius?” Harry shouted as he shook hands with his older friend. “I heard you be rollin deep in an Aston Martin!” Harry grinned as they began to walk towards the parking lot of the train station. Harry having commanded the twins to make sure Hermione got to her parents before they left, unbeknownst to her.

Sirius grinned smugly as he pressed the fob on his keys, the Aston Martin giving a welcoming beep as the doors unlocked. “This baby is the best!” Sirius cooed with pride as he petted the top of the car, as the pair climbed in.

The ride was pleasant as they made their way back to Harry’s crib, where he was inundated with hugs from his women and a strong handshake from Remus.

Cynthia regaled him with tales of how Remus and Sirius had avenged her, which Harry was very grateful for, while Remus prepared the paperwork to show the complete profit that they had made in Harry’s absence.

The night rolled to a close with a massive feast that had been cooked by the women of the harem. All of them contributing something, leaving everyone stuffed to the brim.

“It’s good to be home.” Harry sighed as he slipped into bed, Macey and several of Harrys other women slipping under the sheets with him. They all snuggled up and drifted off to bed. Harry’s mind filled with thoughts of a certain brown haired bombshell waiting for him somewhere in England.



(An: The sequel to this story has begun the writing phase. I have two chapters of the sequal available on another website. www.fan-.net, you know the place. When it is done, it will be posted here as well. thanks for reading)