Hi guys, this is my attempt to a Harry Potter smut story. There will be plot at some point. This story is set at the beginning of fifth year. I might ignore canon when it comes to small stuff before this story starts.
Harry
Harry was walking down the train. Breathing in the muffy, but familiar air of the old Hogwarts Express felt good. He had missed the castle and was happy that he was going back. He looked forward to the classes and quidditch after the very challenging summer je just had.
After Cedrics death he had tried everything to distract himself, when the trial started to loom over him it got even worse. He soon had found a shortterm solution: masturbation. He knew that he had become almost obsessive about it. Growing up in the muggle world he had watched porn on Dudleys pc when the Dursleys were not home, but it used to be a once in a month thing. Lately he had used every opportunity he could get.
Whenever he couldn't sleep he started to masturbate, whenever he had no chores to do he masturbated. Even when he arrived at Grimmauld Place he couldn't shake off, what had become a habit. Hermione and Ginny being there certainly hadn't helped, so that he had spent a lot of time on the toilet taking care of things. He told nobody of his new relaxation method, of course not. He only confided in Hermione that Cedrics death had led him into what he believed was a depression.
He sighed and hoped that coming back to Hogwarts would put his mind elsewere.
It was good seeing Ron, Hermione, Sirius and all the others during summer, even though he didn't particulary like Grimmauld Place with all of its creepy darkness. It was hard to say goodbye to Sirius at the station. But with the knowledge of Hogwarts waiting for him, he was able to push the thoughts about his equally depressed godfather back.
The Golden Trio had parted ways at the platform - the others had a prefects meeting to attend to and needed to patrol the train afterwards. So Harry was on his own to find an compartment.
He had already passed most of the wagons. He had looked at the passengers and noted, that, to his surprise, there were a lot of attractive witches attending Howarts. He briefly met the slender and fit Gryffindor Chasers, but there cabin was already filled with other Gryffindors and laughter. Harry didn't feel like that.
He had also seen the Slytherin girls of his year. Daphne had just looked at him emotionless and said "Potter", with a nod before continuing her reading. Draco of course had blurted out an insult ("Potty, you crackhead, wandering around looking for attention? Isn't the prophet enough? Piss off.") while Pansy had told him, that he would learn his place this year. Harry could swear that she had said it with a deep and husky voice and that there even was some sort of smile on her face. Then she laughed dirtyly at him. He must have imagined it, he thought. His mind was playing tricks on him. Surely Pansy wasn't interested? The others hadn't reacted at all to it, afterall.
Confused and somehow aroused he kept going. He passed the Gyrffindor girls of his year, Parvati seemed to be telling a story about some big worm or something, that made rapid movements while all the others looked at her in awe. He could even see a girl with dirty blond hair in there, who he recognised as a Ravenclaw from one year below. She had a dreamy expression on her face and her mouth was slightly open. She wore ridiculous glasses, that made her look like an owl. When she saw Harry she smiled at him, then frowned. She took off her glasses and let her eyes wander over his body. After her scan reached his crotch she raised her eyes again and looked knowingly at him, while raising her eyebrows in a amused manner. Then she gave him a wink. Surely he was mistaken again. He was well endowed, but his erection shouldn't have been that obvious. There was still some respectable room for more blood. He didn't even know this girl. Even though, with his imagination running wild about the unknown girl, he hardend further. She seemed to realize the slight twitch and smiled again at him. He would have to do something about that, he thought, before moving on.
When he arrived the last carriage he saw Michael Corner storming out.
"That is it! Play your mind games with someone else, we are done!" he shouted, slamming the door as the glass shattered from a spell. A furious voice cried out "FUCK YOU!" It was a familiar voice, Harry recognized it as Ginnys. He pushed Michael roughly aside and entered the compartment. There he saw her standing, red hair let down, chest going up and down fast due to heavy breathing. She wasn't crying. She looked rather furious, but broken as well. When she laid her eyes on Harry her expression softened, her eyes however were still filled with a murderus shine.
"What is going on here? Did he do something to you?" Harry asked softly. He knew that Ginny and Michael had been in contact during the summer, but that was it. "He is a giant arse! He wasn't interested in me as a person at all! All he wanted was to prove the world, that he is a stud. And he thought that I am an easy target..."
"Oh Ginny..." Harry replied and moved forward to hug her. Thats what people did in these situations, he thought. Unfortunately he had forgotten one thing: He was still hard. That only entered his mind, when it was already too late. He awkwardly tried to shift his hips away from Ginny, while keeping the embrace up. But it was too late. The look on Ginnys eyes showed, that she had noticed. "Upps, I might be in trouble" Harry thought and stepped back.
Daphne
She knew of her reputation as Slytherins frosty bitch, always confident, always put together. It had come to her naturally. As the offspring of a rich pureblood family she had the perfect background. But she had known for some time now, that it was a facade. Once her ice-cold distance was shattered, she would be submissive. She knew it in her core. However she would keep the act up until she found someone worthy, someone with power and the right name, someone who could prove himself. She looked up from her newspaper.
"Potter", she said and gave a nod. Then she continued her read, whilst ignoring the fool Draco and the annoying Pansy.
Pansy
Pansy was a slut. Everyone in Slytherin knew. Most of the older boys had had the pleasure of her giving them at least a good flirt, often followed by a quick handjob. Half of the quidditch team had been motivated to win by her mouth before the games. She enjoyed the feeling of being wanted. It made her powerful. She had used to be shy, because of her looks. She certainly wasn't as stunningly beautiful as Slytherins Ice-Queen or had the natural wild and good looks of Gryffindors blood traitor weaselette. Still they had nothing on her, when it came to experience. She had shown them all that it came down to one thing being there and willing. The rest was only icing on the cake.
But she had something else to proof: Purebloods were better than blood traitors and mudbloods. Better in every conceiveable way. She knew about the crush the weaselette had on Gryffindors very own superstar Potter. She would prove them, that their knught in shiny armor was only a man as well. She would corrupt him this year. When she was finished with him, he would see the truth. "Purebloods are better.", she repeated. As if thinking could summon him, there he was. Ohh, she would show him his place!
Hermione
Hermione was sitting at the prefects meeting. She had memorized all the content of the prefects letter she had received a few weeks ago at Grimmauld Place, so there was nothing new to her. When the other newly elected prefects asked questions, to which the answers had been in the election letters, she allowed her mind to drift.
Naturally it drifted to other letters she had received. They were from Victor. Even though her crush on Victor was slowly disappearing, he had made her curious about men in general, but also about herself and her body. Something had awakend. Her curiosity had led to experminentation all by her own during summer. Being Hermione however her theoretical knowledge was much more impressive than her actual experience. She had used the internet to answer all her questions. She knew the background to all of it, and even made a list of things she would like to try out. Most of what one could do alone, she had done. She had touched herself in all ways possible, had looked up special feel good spells for her wand, tried her other, forbidden passage. In short, she thought she knew her body.
From time to time she had a burning desire to cum and she usually followed it by disappearing to the bathroom, then it would be quick work, because with all her knowledge she could push herself over the edge quite fast. She wanted more. She wanted someone to do the kind of things one needed a partner for. However she was still a self-respecting woman and not willing to fool around with just anyone! Careful consideration was needed. Her eye fell on Ron, who scratched his head and looked confused, because all the "new" prefect information was too much for him. "If he can't handle even that... not him.", Hermione thought. Someone else then.
"Alright, that is it.", the head girl said. "Now, go on, do your duty!". Hermione got up and signaled Ron to follow her through the train. They had a prefects job to do, afterall.
Soon they found a couple of first years caught up in an argument. Hermione tried to find the root of it, when she heard girlish giggling from the apartment next to them, followed by a loud "You can't be serious, it was that good?" Curious she left Ronald to deal with the first years and moved closer to the door. Inside she saw Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil, Hanna Abbot and a younger Ravenclaw girl with dirty blonde hair. "Yes, it was awesome, you should try some dick as well. At first it hurt, of course, but it was worth it!.", Parvati said. "Yes, once you get the hang of it, you want to do it all the time. Too bad summer is over and it is going back to school.", Padma added.
Lavender spoke up: "Still I can't believe you would go and have sex with your indian cousin..." - "That is only because you ve never done it", one of the twins said in a condescending manner. Lavender looked challenged. "Well there is plenty of dick in Hogwarts..."
Hermione shook her head and went back. So it wasn't just her, who wanted to explore. This year would be interesting.
