MAGICAL SEX ED A Harry Potter Fanfic
Harry Potter woke up with a start. His scar was not in pain, but rather, another part of his body was. A certain organ of his, stiff as a board, was pressed hard against his mattress. Harry attempted to get up but found he was stuck to his bed. Harry took out his wand.
"Lumos," he whispered.
The tip of his wand lit up. Harry shown the light on his bead, only to reveal a sticky liquid all over his mattress and undergarments. Harry cursed.
What could have done this? Harry thought, was it something I dreamed? All I remember from my dream was that Cho was there, and Ginny, and a veela, but how does tha-OH!
Harry remembered hearing about this. sometimes when one gets to stimulated in sleep, this happenes. But now Harry was stuck, and had to go to the bathroom. Harry struggled to get up, eventually painfully tearing himself from the mattress. As he howlled in pain, the rest of the Gryffindor boys woke up.
"God, Harry," Dean Thomas said with a yawn, "what's wrong?"
Harry's face flushed, not wanting anyone to know what had happened, but Neville Longbottom came up to investigate.
"Blimey, Harry, your bed is all sticky!" Neville exclaimed.
Seamus walked up to the bed.
"Bloody hell, Harry, what happened?" he asked shocked.
Harry was confused, he thought someone would know about this, and Harry only knew so much. One thing for sure, Harry was in major pain.
Hermione woke up, needing to go to the bathroom. The closest one was Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom, but Hermione didn't care, she dashed towards the bathroom, passing Peeves the Poltergeist along the way. Peeves hollered after her, but Hermione didn't stop, she barged into the bathroom where Moaning Myrtle was making audible moans. Hermione ran into the stall, opened her robes, and pulled down her underwear. As she relieved herself, she noticed something in her underwear: a dark stain, blood colored.
"Ew," Hermione muttered, "why is their blood in my bloomers?"
Myrtle must have heard, because she floated into the shocked Hermione's stall and looked into her underwear.
"You don't by any chance know what this is, do you?" Hermione asked as she covered herself.
Moaning Myrtle said nothing, but only laughed as she floated away back to her stall, where her moaning resumed.
Hmm, Hermione thought, she's moaning, but there are no tears dripping onto the floor. What does this mean?
As Myrtle's moaning sped to a faster pace, Hermione was left to wonder at the blood in her underwear.
Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore sat in his office with a copy of Playgirl in front of him.
"I'm getting to old for this," he muttered as he slipped the lewd magazine under his desk.
Just then, Peeves swept into his office.
"Peeves, what brings you here?" Dumbledore said as he made sure the Playgirl was not visible.
"Oooh, seems that wee potty was in a bit of a sticky situation!" Peeves shouted, "and Ms Granger seems to be all bloody!"
Dumbledore gasped. I never gave them sex ed! he thought, scared, I must do something about this. "Peeves, go get Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout," Dumbledore said, "tell them that it's time they learned!"
