Girls, Girls, Girls

TITLE: Girls, Girls, Girls
FANDOM: Harry Potter
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: Graphic sexual situations/multiple partners
AUTHOR: Scorpio
SUMMARY: Harry discovers that speaking to snakes isn’t the only magical talent he has with his tongue.

Girls, Girls, Girls
Scorpio

It had been a week since his trip to the Prefect’s Bathroom when he finally figured out the secret to the golden egg with Myrtle’s help. He and Hermione were spending most of their free time in the Library researching ways to breathe underwater and Ron was mostly making a nuisance of himself trying to show how much of a good friend he was. Not that Harry wasn’t glad that Ron was no longer angry at him and wanted to be friends again, because he was, it was just that he now had an easier time of comparing Ron and Hermione since he had spent so much time with just her.

Ron was more laid-back, easier to joke around with and delightfully crude when he wanted to be. When he wasn’t in a snit over some imaginary slight, Ron was a fun bloke to pal around with. Hermione was much more uptight and tense and her sense of humor wasn’t nearly as big. On the other hand, Hermione only got upset over real issues, was much more supportive of Harry and was willing to bend over backwards to help him out, even when the rest of the school turned against him. Simply put, Hermione was trustworthy and Ron wasn’t.

That hurt to admit.

Also, Ron was a bit…childish. First, Ron was very hateful and mean to both himself and Hermione after his name came out of that cursed Goblet until the First Task was over. At that point, he did an about face and practically demanded that Harry forgive him and be his friend again. Once Harry had offered that forgiveness, Ron devoted a lot of energy to trying to push Hermione away and fought with her over who could spend time with Harry, as if he was some prize to be won. Ron didn’t like researching for things in the Library, even if it was to help Harry out with the Tasks, so he was being very churlish and short tempered.

The Yule Ball was a horror that Harry didn’t think he’d ever get over. Ron ignored and pushed away Hermione, asked out Fluer and was rejected and then turned to Hermione as if she was some sort of second-best consolation prize. That he got angry when she didn’t swoon in delight was a sign that Harry should have taken more seriously.

Ron ruined the night for six different people with his anger and jealousy. Granted, Harry probably shouldn’t have let Ron keep him from being with Parvati just so he could complain about Krum. Harry found himself half caught between trying to keep that infamous Weasley temper in check and feeling resentful about having to be at the Yule Ball at all.

In all fairness, Cho didn’t help matters either. It was quite distracting to see the woman who had rejected you looking beautiful and delighted to be in the arms of another man. Still, the night turned out to be a disaster.

Now, Ron was driving Hermione nuts with a bunch of mixed signals. Half the time he acted like he really liked her and wanted to be her boyfriend and the other half he ignored her and pushed her away while yammering on about how beautiful Fluer was in her presence. Harry had half a mind to warn Hermione to never ever date Ron Weasley. He might be sort of a good friend some of the times, but he’d probably be a horrible boyfriend all of the time.

All of this tension, however, wasn’t good for his own mood. He could feel the scowl forming on his face. He seriously needed to relax and let his temper cool off. Going to the common room or his dorm wouldn’t help; Ron would be there and he was sure to set off Harry’s temper quickly. He vaguely wished that Sirius was around to talk to about it and he was half afraid that if he confessed all this to Hermione that she would get angry at him like Ron had done before. He couldn’t stand that.

That’s when the idea hit him. The Prefect’s Bathroom. It was perfect. He could draw up a hot bath and just float and let his mind drift. A long hot soak was just what he needed to feel better.

Packing up what he would need and grabbing his map, Harry quickly made his way to the large luxurious bathroom. Checking to make sure it was empty, he slipped inside. It was just as he remembered it, all gleaming tile and silver fixtures. Grinning, Harry took off his clothes, folded them neatly and tucked them into a dry corner by the stack of towels. Then, he stepped into the pool of steaming water and swam over to the huge metal construction that allowed scented potions, lotions, oils and shampoos to squirt out into the water. He tapped a couple buttons, twisted a few knobs and soon he was floating in a sea of pine scented bubbles.

Harry was unsure how long he floated there when an idea hit him. How long could he hold his breath for? And could the air freshening charm work on air that’s already inside someone’s lungs? If it worked, then he could cast the charm on his own lungs and simply renew it occasionally and he’d never run out of clean air to breath.

Wanting to go about it logically, Harry grabbed his wand and cast a variation of the tempus charm that allowed one to monitor how much time had past. It was normally used so that potions didn’t sit on the fire too long before one started the next step in the brewing process, but Harry figured that it would be just as good for timing how long he could hold his breath. He would try it first to see how long he could hold his breath underwater without assistance. So, taking a deep breath and closing his mouth tight, Harry dunked himself under the thick layer of bubbles. Less than a minute later, he was shooting up into the air and sputtering for breath.

Once he had gotten all of the water out of his nose, Harry tried again. This time, he cast the tempus charm, took a deep breath and cast the air freshening charm at his lungs. It didn’t work quite as he planned since he wasn’t able to actually speak the spell out loud. He had to practice a bit in order to cast it without speaking. He found he still had to lip-sync the words, pretending to say it while thinking it very hard.

So, trying again, Harry cast tempus, took a deep breath and silently cast the air freshening charm and then sank down into the deep pool of water. As it got close to the time when he’d had to get out of the water before, Harry once more silently cast the air freshening charm. The ache in his lungs eased tremendously. He smiled. This just might work.

Harry was about to cast the air freshening charm for the fifth time in a row when suddenly a pair of legs stepped into the far side of the pool. The body moving about caused a bunch of ripples in the mountains of bubbles overhead, but Harry didn’t notice that, he was too busy being worried about getting caught in the Prefect’s Bathroom when he wasn’t a Prefect. He silently cast the spell again to give himself more time to think up an excuse.

Of course, all thoughts of excuses and lies fled his mind when the Prefect turned around and Harry realized that it wasn’t boy legs he was looking at, but girl legs. A pair of shapely girl legs that led up to a very enticing, very shaved and smooth… well, he didn’t know a word for it that wasn’t considered to be naughty, but he really liked what he saw. He found himself unconsciously drifting closer and wishing that his eyesight was better without his glasses. The water didn’t help matters either and he craned his head to get a better glimpse at the sweet secrets that were tucked inside those two bald little lips of skin between the girl’s legs.

It wasn’t until Harry saw his hand reaching out towards the Prefect all on it’s own that he realized he was hiding underwater staring at some unknown girl’s shaved snatch with a throbbing hard-on bobbing up and down between his legs. He was starting to panic when the girl slipped on the wet floor. She didn’t slide under the water, but her one foot slid along the bottom of the pool until she caught herself. Harry was thrilled to get an up-close look right into the center of her naked sex without her legs being in the way. His penis throbbed in agony and his balls grew tight and hot.

The girl must have regained her balance, for she lifted the leg that had slipped and a hand reached down into the water and rubbed at her knee for a moment. Harry floated under the water and ogled her shaved crotch, wondering what it felt like, smelt like or even, Merlin help him, what it tasted like. Slowly, the girl set her foot back down on the floor, her hand trailing up her thigh with just the fingertips touching her skin. Then, slowly and almost casually, those fingertips brushed over her shaved snatch before the middle finger slipped down to slide between those lips of skin hiding their buried treasure.

Harry had only a shocked second or two to realize that the girl was fingering herself in front of his eyes when his whole body spasmed in orgasm and his throbbing penis began shooting jets of cum into the hot water around him.

This, of course, caused him to loose his concentration on the air freshening charm and he nearly drowned. Sputtering and gasping while still shaking from his spontaneous orgasm, Harry rose up out of the water only to find himself staring into the shocked and embarrassed face of Katie Bell.

Katie somewhat recovered first, although she was more in shock at seeing one of her housemates and Quidditch teammates half drowned than she was about being seen naked.

“Oh Merlin, Harry! Are you okay? What are you doing in here? This is the Prefect’s Bath!”

Harry, on the other hand, had just seen his very first naked woman and was still amazed at how wonderful and sexy one could be, so he did what he normally did at times of high stress and distractibility – he blurted out the first thing on his mind.

“Shaved bald!”

“Wha..?” was Katie’s confused response.

Harry’s eyes drifted down Katie’s body as if he could see her naked crotch through the floating mountains of soap-bubbles between them, “No hair at all…” his voice trailed off in a whisper of awe.

Katie blushed a violent shade of red when she realized exactly what he meant.

***

The next morning Harry woke up in his dorm bed tangled up in his sheets, with a soft cry on his lips and a sticky warm mess in his boxer shorts. His spent penis was still twitching and his limbs were trembling. A vision of Katie Bell laying before him with legs spread as she fingered and pet her bare naked snatch while moaning his name still sparkled in his mind.

***

Harry sat next to Hermione at breakfast. Normally he listened to her early morning rambling about her plans for the day while Ron shoveled as much food into his mouth as quickly as humanly possible. Today, Harry just mindlessly nodded along without hearing a word she said. His attention was completely focused on another girl who was sitting partway down the Gryffindor table. Katie Bell was surrounded by Angelina Johnson on one side and Alicia Spinnet on the other. All three were giggling madly.

Harry couldn’t help himself, when he looked at Katie all he could think about was her beautiful and glorious shaved snatch. Those thoughts brought a light flush to his face and a rock solid hard-on to his trousers.

Suddenly, the three girls all turned their heads in unison to look at him. They all blinked at seeing him stare at them, blushed deeply and then turned back to each other and giggled some more. He knew that Katie must have told them about her accidentally getting into the Prefect’s pool-sized tub with him and his subsequently seeing her naked girl parts, but he couldn’t work up any real embarrassment over it. He was too busy wondering if Angelina and Alicia shaved their snatches too.

That thought, of course, led him to try and imagine how they would do it. Would they use some type of hair removal charm? He could picture them laying there all sweaty in a steam filled room, rubbing each others naughty bits with their wands. Rubbing and chanting, chanting and rubbing until with a great cry of passion all of their crotch hair evaporated in a puff of sexual energy. Or maybe they used a hair dissolving potion? One that they would need someone’s help to rub in? He could imagine Katie laying there with her legs spread as Angelina and Alicia poured a golden shimmering potion all over her sex and then used their fingers to rub it in to all those slippery folds. Rubbing and petting, petting and rubbing until with a great cry of passion all of her snatch hair dissolved in a puff of sexual energy. They could take turns rubbing each other and then rinsing off, pouring warm water over their sweet little snatches until those smooth hairless lips were exposed to his hungry eyes.

He was pulled out of his fantasy when Katie began to rummage around in her school bag and pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill. He watched silently as she scratched out her note, but that wasn’t what he was thinking about. He was more concerned with the fact that breakfast would be ending soon. His penis was so hard that it was almost painful by this point and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get up and walk to class. Picturing the naughty thoughts about Katie in his head was worth it though and he now knew how he’d be spending his time in History of Magic.

An elbow poked him in the ribs and he turned his head to look in confusion at Eddie Brandelwit, “huh?” Not eloquent, but it’ll do.

Eddie just shrugged, handed him a folded up bit of parchment and nodded his head towards the three giggling Gryffindor Chasers. Harry looked back over at the girls and Katie waved her fingers at him while all three giggled again. Raising one eyebrow up at them, he looked down and unfolded her note to him.

*I’m not wearing any knickers.*

It took Harry’s brain a brief moment to process that thought and then realize that it meant that Katie was sitting at the table in a short pleated skirt with her naked snatch bare to any stray breeze…or wandering fingers.

With a quiet grunt, Harry came in his trousers.

***

Harry was sitting in the Common Room trying to study. Well, more like he was flipping through a book Hermione had handed him and was looking for spells that might prove interesting or helpful while underwater.

He’d confessed to his experiments in the Prefect Bathroom. At least, the experiments with breathing underwater, he’d left out the part about Katie. Once she had gotten over the fact that he had broken school rules once again by going in there in the first place, Hermione had gotten very excited and was enthusiastic about helping him develop his idea into a workable plan. He pointed out that they needed to figure things out in advance since he would need time to learn to cast any necessary spells silently.

So far, Hermione had also suggested learning a heating charm, either for the water or for himself. She had reasoned that the freezing temperatures of Black Lake in February wouldn’t be close to resembling the hot steamy waters in the Prefect’s Bath and that it might effect his performance as well as his health to go wading in unprotected. Thinking of Katie sneaking up on him in the bubbles; Harry had mused that there might be things in the water, creatures that lived there all the time.

That had been enough for Hermione to race off to the Library to research Black Lake itself. Once she had drawn up a list of all of the plants, animals and creatures that called the lake its home, then they could figure out defenses against them. Harry agreed it was the best idea yet, but he also knew that he’d need more time practicing the air freshening charm. That was the most critical aspect of this plan. Unfortunately, just thinking of getting naked and climbing into that pool-sized tub made his penis hard.

So here he was, sitting at one of the few study tables and aimlessly flipping through a large dusty book while Ron tried to convince him to either not do something or to actually do it. As he wasn’t really paying attention, Harry wasn’t sure which. Seamus and Dean were off in a corner with Lavender and Parvati and all four were fascinated with something in one of the girl’s magazines. Mostly, he was just feeling kinda bored and restless while waiting on Hermione.

That’s when he heard it. Three feminine voices raised in rather naughty laughter. His head whipped up and he turned to look…there was Katie Bell sitting on the couch by the fire with Angelina on one side of her and Alicia on the other. Katie looked up and caught his eye. With a wicked smirk she uncrossed her legs and shifted them so that they were wide open and giving him the perfect view right up her skirt. He saw then and there that she hadn’t been lying in her note that morning; she really wasn’t wearing any knickers. A brief beautiful flash of that sweet naked shaved snatch was all he got though, because she shifted again and crossed her legs in the other direction. No one in the Common Room beyond the four of them knew what she had done.

It was enough though. His hard-on was back with a vengeance and tenting his trousers for all the world to see.

With a groan, Harry snapped his book shut and stood up. He reached down and adjusted himself for maximum room in his trousers and began to limp his way to the staircase. The three girls stared at him for a moment and then they burst into giggles. He didn’t really care, he just wanted to get upstairs to his dorm so he could climb in bed, shut his curtains and wank until his wrist gave out.

***

Despite enjoying it immensely, wanking before falling asleep last night didn’t help any as far as taming his nighttime dreams went. Once again, Harry awoke to find himself tangled up in his sheets, coated in a thin film of sweat and groaning out the last few pulses of his orgasm into his boxer shorts. The vision lingering in his mind was essentially the same as last night, but instead of watching Katie pet and finger her own sex, Harry has been allowed the privilege of fingering the blonde Chaser to orgasm.

If one were to overlook the sticky mess left in his shorts, it was quite a lovely little dream. One he much preferred, mess included, to the ones of Voldemort and that dirty rat traitor Pettigrew.

***

“Harry!”

With a start, Harry was yanked out of his daydreams of a wet naked Katie Bell and back into his physical body deep in the study sections of the Library. Stacks of dusty books lay about the table he was sitting at with Ron and Hermione, both of whom were staring at him.

“Wha…?”

Hermione’s look of annoyance shifted into one of slight concern.

“Harry, what’s wrong with you the past few days? You’ve been drifting off into silence and staring into middle space all day? Are you not feeling well?”

Harry just blinked at her while trying to bring his mind into some sort of order that didn’t involve kinky perversions.

“I hate to admit it,” Ron said with an apologetic shrug, “but Hermione’s got a point. Usually you’ve got an intense focus that drives me barmy, but you’ve been losing it lately, mate.”

Both he and Hermione graced Ron with identical looks of mild surprise. It had been a long time since he was willing to agree with Hermione on anything. Beyond that, Ron normally wasn’t one to notice anything unless it had to do with food or Quidditich, so his noticing Harry’s periods of…abstraction meant that they were even more obvious than he’d realized. He tried to scramble around in his brain for a valid excuse that wouldn’t really be a lie. He was pants at lying.

“Er…well, I’ve been… It’s a bit embarrassing…”

Hermione’s face was a picture; a perfect mixture of sympathy and curiosity. Curiosity won out in the end, of course,

“Yes, well, you can tell us anything Harry. You know that, right?”

Ron nodded his head in mute agreement. Harry merely sighed and blushed.

“Er…okay, I’ve… well, I’ve been thinking about…” he cast about in his mind some more and couldn’t find anything suitable, so he blurted out what was on the top of his head, “…shaving.”

They both graced him with confused and incredulous looks. After a few extremely uncomfortable moments of staring at each other, Hermione’s face shifted to one of understanding and then mildly horrified sympathy. For a brief moment Harry’s heart slammed fearfully in his chest as he was convinced that she had figured out his most recent obsession and was going to calmly explain to him that it wasn’t right to be a twisted deviant pervert and that he should take some sort of nasty tasting potion to tame his unruly prick.

Instead, she reached out and gently patted his hand before reaching up and running two ink stained, but soft fingertips along the edge of his chin.

“Yes, I suppose you are getting a little fuzzy around the edges, aren’t you?” She pulled back her hand and gave him a watery smile, “You’re growing up and becoming a man, yet you don’t have a father to give you good advice, even one as simple as a shaving charm.”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly at her words. He hadn’t even considered that, even if it was all true, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Her words sounded much better than him trying to explain that he was mostly thinking about bare naked snatch. His blush deepened and he looked down. He felt like even more of a pervert now.

“Don’t worry, mate.” Ron’s voice was unusually soft and sympathetic. “We’ll work it out.”

“Er…” Harry didn’t get very far with his non-thought when Ron brightened up again, a triumphant grin on his face.

“I’ve got an idea.” Ron gestured to Hermione. “Hermione here can continue helping you look up stuff for the lake, and I’ll start looking up shaving stuff and other…” he coughed delicately, “men things. I’ll even write to my dad and get his advice on the subject. I’ll share whatever I find out with you.”

Harry was a bit stunned, but Hermione was nodding her head enthusiastically.

“You should look up a bunch of things on all areas of hygiene and grooming and then share them with all of your dorm mates, Ron. No offence, but the brief lecture in first year was pretty basic and sometimes you boys tend to…well, smell funny. If you know what I mean.”

Despite her words to the contrary, both Harry and Ron were a little offended by that last observation. Even if it was true.

***

That night found Harry in the Common Room again, this time with Hermione at his side as he practiced a simple warming charm that she had found. It was one that they felt would work best because of the fact that so much of it depended on mental focus instead of words to begin with. There were other charms that heated things faster and to a higher temperature, but they require a long string of words to define the area or object to be heated. This charm only required a single activation word and it would focus on whatever area or object the caster mentally concentrated on. The thing was, in order to gain the benefit of speaking fewer words; they had to sacrifice the effectiveness. It produced less heat at a slower rate.

It was the best they could find however, so Harry was practicing it over and over again in an attempt to be able to learn to cast it silently at first, and then eventually, underwater.

He cast the spell and concentrated on heating the surface of the work table.

He cast the spell and concentrated on heating the air swirling around him.

He cast the spell and concentrated on heating Hermione’s stocking feet. She grinned and thanked him as they were a bit chilly. He winked back at her in reply.

He cast the spell and concentrated on heating the blanket over the laps of Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley. They waved at him and grinned.

He cast the spell and concentrated on heating up the cooling mug of hot chocolate in Ron’s hand. Ron raised it to him in a silent toast and then took a sip. Smacking his lips and sighing delightedly he nodded at Harry, “Ta, mate.”

He cast the spell…and was distracted as Katie Bell stepped into the Common Room from the staircase leading from the girl’s dormitories. His focus, of course, went directly to her shaved snatch hiding underneath her bouncy pleated skirt. Without truly meaning to, he heated up her silk knickers and the sensitive hairless bits beneath.

Katie stumbled to a stop with a soft squeak, flushed bright red as the slowly growing heat triggered her arousal. She broke out in a light sweat; her sex rapidly grew wet enough to drench her knickers and began to drip down the inside of her thighs. She looked up and found herself looking into the intense green eyes of Harry Potter. With a quiet gasp, Katie orgasmed where she stood.

***

That night Harry’s dreams were even more detailed, as he could now add the look of surprised pleasure that had crossed Katie’s face down in the Common Room to the visual images of touching her smooth sex. Of course, he also dreamed that his hands were magically hot to the touch, so he shouldn’t have been surprised to awaken only to find that his fingertips were glowing a warm reddish-gold. Since he hadn’t actually cum yet, he wrapped those toasty digits around his throbbing penis and wanked himself silly. He quite enjoyed it and decided that he would have to remember that trick for next time.

***