Chapter 2


After arriving at the Burrow a few weeks later, Harry's first course of action regarding his newfound knowledge was to be a test of all that he'd learned so far.

Luckily, Ginny was one of the safest candidates for this, since he knew for a fact that she still held quite a crush on him. Even so, he wanted to start with something little, just to test the waters; to make sure he could do this without screwing anything up. The anticipation at finally being able to experience some of the things he'd seen and read, made it difficult to keep up a normal persona leading up to his first experiment.

Four days after his arrival, he'd had her schedule roughly memorized. He knew exactly where and when to strike. The next morning, he made sure he was the first person awake. He quickly left Ron's room with a towel in hand and made his way to the loo across the hall. After showering normally for the first few minutes, he cast his first spell from one of the books. The increased length and weight was immediately noticeable. All traces of hair were removed from the neck down. Muscle size and definition were added next. Nothing too big, but just enough so that she would think his clothes had been able to hide it.

He checked the time and grew suddenly nervous. Any minute she would walk through the door wearing nothing but a night robe with a towel draped over her shoulder. Harry shut off the water and stepped out of the stall, waiting for the exact right moment. The excitement he felt at what could possibly happen, overtook his nervousness as he held his towel in position. When he finally heard her footfalls outside the door, he immediately brought the towel up to his face and head and began drying off, leaving the rest of his body exposed.

The door opened. Harry had to pretend he didn't hear her squeak. For the longest time, there was nothing but silence. She was staring at him. The spell he'd cast on himself that increased the desire of anyone that happened to look at his equipment seemed to be working perfectly. The fact that she had to have already had a good bit of desire for him in order for the spell to work only excited him further. He couldn't help his body's reaction. Another gasp. Harry couldn't pretend any more. He stopped drying his head and pretended to be shocked that someone had walked in on him.

"Ginny!"

She immediately turned her head to the side, but the desire she felt for him kept her from instinctively running out of the room. "Harry! I'm so sorry...I...I..."

This was it. This was his chance. "Like what you see?" He finished for her. He could then see her eyes grow large at his forwardness. "You can take a closer look if you want. But could you close the door first?"

Harry could tell his spells were working perfectly when she quickly shut the door without hesitation, although she still seemed to hold a small amount of reluctance, judging by how slowly she moved. Her eyes returned to his engorged member as she stared in wonder. "I've never...I mean, I've seen some...but never so...large, before." She walked closer to him as if in a trance. Her eyes left his cock for a few moments to check out the rest of his body. His larger, more defined muscles seemed to only increase her attraction. Once she was close enough, she hesitated, her natural reluctance breaking through the spell momentarily.

"Go ahead, touch it if you want, I know you want to. You've always wanted to know what it was like to hold the boy-who-lived in your hands. Now's your chance." Harry was a little surprised at his bravado, but given what he'd been reading all summer, it was no wonder he'd picked up on some of the language along the way.

Ginny slowly reached out with one hand and wrapped it around the middle of his length. Harry gave out a hiss of pleasure. This was the first time anyone but him had touched him there.

"It's so thick...and heavy. And...oh my! You're not even... fully hard yet?"

"Nope, this bad boy gets even bigger." It sounded just as corny in his head, but improvement would only come with practice.

In a matter of seconds, Harry was sporting a forty-centimeter erection that stood out as hard as a rock and at a slight upward angle. He was also slightly thicker than a butterbeer bottle.

"Bloody hell." Ginny whispered as she traced one of the protruding veins that ran a jagged line across one side.

"Stroke me Ginny. Please. You turn me on so much, I want to cum for you."

Ginny looked up into his eyes for confirmation before kneeling down on the floor. She then gently grabbed the base of his cock with two hands and began; slowly at first, but soon after, stroking with all her worth.

"Use your mouth, I want you to swallow it."

She nodded and began to kiss, lick and suck whatever part of him she could get to. She had no previous experience in this area, having only gotten as far as kissing with her previous boyfriends, but Harry seemed to like what she was doing so she stopped questioning herself and just continued on instinct. The only problem she had was with how big Harry was. His size prevented her form putting any length of him in her mouth, but then... it seemed Harry had a plan for that too.

"Go ahead, put your mouth around it, I know a spell that can help." She hesitated for a few seconds but then opened her mouth as wide as she could and brought him to her lips. To her surprise, once her mouth made contact with the tip of his cock, her mouth began to expand beyond normal human limits. Her eyes widened in shock, but then flashed with an intense primal lust. With one big forward thrust, she took him into her stretched mouth and throat until his oversized balls slapped against her chin. "Fuck, yes!. Holy Merlin, this is even better than I'd imagined!" Soon enough, they had a comfortable rhythm going. As she brought him closer and closer to climax, he pulled his cock out almost all the way and slammed the length back into her throat, slowly picking up the pace until they were both sweating at the physical exertion.

With a wave of his hand, Harry remapped a few of Ginny's neural pathways so that the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth created twice as much pleasure as it would have if he was fucking her pussy. Ginny's eyes widened in ecstasy. She tried to cry out, but his rock-hard member was still pounding away at her mouth.

Harry let it go on for about five more minutes. Luckily, he'd also cast a spell on himself that allowed complete control over when he let his orgasms come. When it was finally time to finish, knowing that their time was limited, his pace slowed so that he could prolong the pleasure. "Here it comes!" Once the blissful spasms started, he could tell that she'd begun to climax herself. His spurts were causing his cock to pulsate, which in turn created more friction on her mouth and throat, eventually driving her toward her own orgasmic convulsions. "Yeah baby, come for me. Come for your knight in shining armor. Come for the Boy-Who-Lived!"

With those strategic words, Ginny finally lost it. Midway through his orgasm, her body went nearly completely rigid, her eyes rolled back up into her sockets and her fingernails dug into his legs with an iron grip. Harry had to resist the urge to cry out in pain, but didn't find it too difficult after enduring his Uncle's belt for so many years.

After a few more seconds of muffled screams, Ginny's body went completely limp. With a loud slurp, her mouth slipped off his dick as she collapsed like a rag-doll to the floor. It was an odd sight seeing her mouth shrink back to normal proportions, but after what he'd just experienced, he couldn't really care less about how weird it looked. He made sure to cushion the hard tile floor before they began, so she didn't suffer any injuries in the fall, but Harry was having a hard time thinking about much else as his own orgasm didn't seem to be anywhere near stopping. Spurts of white fluid were being shot all over the bathroom. The first one hit Ginny in the neck as she fell. The next two shot up at the mirror above the sink. then, as Harry bent over to make sure she was okay, he continued to cum all over her body and the floor, shuddering with every jet, each time losing a bit of concentration on what he was doing. When he was finally done squirting, he sat down heavily next to Ginny's cum-soaked body, shivering with a pleasure that he had never imagined was possible.

"Less cum next time. Definitely less cum." He said to himself, breathlessly.

Four minutes, and a bathroom covered in a thick layer of sweet-smelling cum (another spell) later, Harry lay on the floor exhausted. "Ho-lee fuck! That was awesome! So much better than I expected!"

After catching his breath, Harry began to scourgify the room as Ginny lay in an orgasm-induced coma on the floor. Once he was done with that, he wrapped himself in a towel, cleaned her up as much as he could and levitated her body back across the hall and into her bed.

Harry hadn't exactly thought of the possible consequences of his actions before, beyond preventing the possibility of him becoming a teenage father, but now that he had actually carried out his plan to success, his mind was running a mile a minute. What would she say when she eventually woke up? Would she notice that she hadn't actually gotten around to taking a shower? Would she think it was all just a dream, or would things be forever awkward between them? He knew the spells he used only amplified existing feelings, but was it wrong to take advantage of her feelings like that? Even if deep down he knew she truly wanted it? He came to the conclusion that the only thing he could do now was wait and hope that everything would work out in the end. At best, she might remember the whole thing and maybe even want more of it in the future. But at worst, she could go straight to hexes and curses, feeling violated and embarrassed at the whole episode. He sure hoped he was lucky enough for the former.

Lost in his thoughts, he eventually made it to her room without a fuss and laid her down gently onto the bed without making a sound. He left her snoozing under her covers as he quietly made his way out of the room, but with one last look before shutting the door, Harry turned and left with a grin on his face.

She was smiling in her sleep.


Later that morning as everyone gathered around the table for breakfast, Harry watched Ginny as she walked into the room. She had a bright smile on her face and was practically skipping across the room.

"Good morning, dear." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "My, my, aren't we a chipper little chipmunk this morning?" Ginny skipped up to her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Very. I slept like a baby last night. Definitely something I needed." She made her way over to the table. Harry could tell that she was avoiding looking in his direction. He smirked. She probably thought it was a dream. And it looks like she was glad to have had it. Maybe things wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

The only concerns he had now after the morning's earlier activities was the fact that the physical changes he'd made to his body didn't seem to want to revert to normal after cancelling the spells. His muscle tone, hairlessness and penis size and control remained even after several attempts at dispelling. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as the improvements were in no way negative other than the fact that his oversized dick seemed to be getting in the way more than it used to, but it was something he needed to look into so that he wouldn't make any mistakes on any of the more dangerous spells in the future. He'd have to consult his books at the earliest possible chance before doing anything further.

About halfway through the meal, after the conversation had turned lighter and people were joking around with each other, he caught her looking at him. Her blush was immediately noticeable. She tried to hide it away as a result of her crush like usual, but he knew better. Smirking slightly, he gave her a quick wink. Her eyes grew wide, silently asking herself if she had somehow made too much noise while she dreamt last night, but also because of the fact that Harry just winked at her! With a slight dip of his head, Harry directed her attention southward to a point below the tabletop. If possible, her eyes widened even more. The frantic, pleading look she gave, told him exactly what she was asking him without using any words. He nodded slowly, giving her another conspiratory wink.

Ginny immediately jumped out of her chair in shock. "I...have to, um...go talk to Luna! I told her I'd meet her this morning at the pond. Thanks for breakfast, Mum." She couldn't stop glancing at Harry every few moments, each time receiving a slight grin in return.

"I thought that wasn't till this afternoon?" Her mother asked.

"No reason not to set out early. It's good to connect with nature and all that, you know how she is. Maybe I can find a Crumble Horned Snorlack for her or something."

Harry couldn't resist the opportunity. "You mean the Crumple Horned Snorkack? If that's the case, you better be careful out there, Luna says that their horns are quite long and rigid. No telling what would happen if one were to poke you."

Ginny's knees almost gave out, but before she let herself fall, she bolted for the door mumbling something under her breath. Harry smirked to himself once more before returning to his eggs. He took a few moments to bask in the pleasure of knowing how flustered he'd made Ginny before she ran out. Everyone else seemed to ignore her odd behavior as they went back to their meals.

It wasn't until he looked over at Hermione that he realized his mistake. Her eyes were wider than normal as she stared at her food, as if she'd suddenly realized something, but didn't want to let anyone else know about it. Harry stared at her for a few moments until she finally looked up directly at him. He wasn't sure how he knew, but it seemed somehow obvious. She knew. She knew about the whole thing. Ginny must have told her about it before they came down. But then, Ginny must have relayed it as a dream. Her odd actions just now seemed to have made Hermione realize the same thing Ginny had. That it wasn't a dream at all.

Harry began to fidget with nervousness. Hermione's penetrating gaze only meant that she would eventually corner him and blast him with questions. It wasn't until he caught a flicker of something else in her eyes that a whole new idea started scratching at the surface of his imagination.

Just to make sure he wasn't mistaking that look, Harry waited for it to happen again, and sure enough, just before she finished her last few bites, she glanced in his direction once more, seemingly looking at a spot just below the table's surface...directly at where his monster-sized member now rested between his magically-muscled legs...


It took Harry a bit of studying to realize what was going on. Hermione shouldn't have been affected by the spells he put on Ginny, but somehow, she had been. The only possible way she could have been affected by it was if she had somehow come into contact with his semen at some point. Which was of course laced with a spell that gradually increased a person's desire for whoever produced the fluid until they eventually couldn't resist having sex with them again. But then...Harry made sure he cleaned off every inch of her body before taking her back to her room. The only place that could possibly still have any of it left was inside her mouth. But then that would mean...

Now THERE was something he never would have imagined them doing together. Never in a million years would he have expected them to do anything like that together. What in the world could've triggered that level of intimacy between his two seemingly straight, best female friends? Was it just the bi-curious thing like in Dudley's magazines? Was it a new development, or was it something deeper that he just hadn't noticed till now? More importantly, what would have driven them to kiss each other the morning after his escapade with Ginny? His cock twitched at the scenarios his imagination came up with.

Upon further study, he also found the answers as to why his physical changes had remained permanent even after casting the cancellation spells. In the early days of the development of sexual magic, it was found that temporary changes in a person's body seemed to always revert back to normal before the sexual act was complete due to the lack of concentration available to those in the throes of ecstasy, which led to a few gruesome and sometimes fatal accidents. Therefore, it became necessary in future spell creations to make them permanent with an interweaved key action or phrase that would release the spell when reversion was desired. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Harry had made the rookie mistake of forgetting to cast the keys in his initial physical transformations. He later found that there were ways of correcting the problem within the re-casting of an identical spell by interweaving a secondary key along with a primary key, but in the end, he decided he like the changes and would only return himself to normal if they proved to be a problem in the future.

After all...Ginny didn't seem to have a problem with it.

A flicker of thought passed Harry's mind a moment later. He wondered if the House Elves at Hogwarts would let him cum into the drinks before they were served at the opening feast. It would be a quick way of figuring out exactly who held any sort of desire toward him and who didn't. He'd have to contact Dobby about it when he got to school.

Right now, he had a more immediate matter to deal with. Even with the ingestion of his cum, the spell it was laced with wouldn't have worked if Hermione didn't already have existing feelings for him. It was a possibility that had never crossed Harry's mind before. He had always seen Hermione as something closer to a sister than a possible romantic interest. Even when she showed up at the Yule Ball, his examination of her developing body only lasted a few brief seconds before his thoughts returned to the girl that was attached to his arm. But now... now he couldn't get her off his mind. Every touch, every hug, every smile. The way her uniform seemed to fit better the last couple years. The way her shapely bum fit into those tight muggle jeans she always wore. The way she always took charge of a situation whenever she thought it was needed. Her loyalty. Her devoted friendship...

They way she seemed to take a bit of pleasure out of bossing him and Ron around...

The look on her face after she pummeled Malfoy to the ground...

The image of one of Dudley's magazines immediately popped to the front of his imagination. Except the woman holding the whip, now had Hermione's face. Her body was covered in a skimpy leather outfit, complete with fishnet stockings and extremely high heels. The thought of having that imaginary vision commanding him in what she wanted, sent shivers down his spine. To be under Hermione's command like that...to give her the pleasure of allowing her bossy side run free, when he knew she always did her best to rein it in. Could Hermione be a closet dominatrix? Could he be a closet submissive? He knew she would never be as cruel as some of the people were in the magazine stories, but he also now knew that there was at least a slight possibility that she might find pleasure in having someone around that would listen to her every command without question. This idea deserved a bit of exploration. Harry was rock hard just thinking about it.