The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 32: Polyjuice Shenanigans
Harry yawned tiredly as he trudged along the corridor. Padma Patil trudged next to him, equally tired. They had drawn the 3am to 7am shift for prefect patrol, and neither was happy about it.
He had gotten only four hours of sleep, and had already knocked over a suit of armor because he was walking with his eyes closed. Why in Merlin's name was this necessary? The more he thought about it, the more he felt like being a prefect was some sort of punishment. They were given the odious tasks that the Professors didn't want to perform—like actually supervising the students—and in exchange they got a nice bathroom and a shiny badge.
The whole operation was starting to feel like a scam.
He and Padma had barely spoken to each other. They communicated with grunts as they walked along the corridors. He had the map in his robes, so there was no need to actually patrol. But he couldn't use it openly around anyone but Hermione.
They descended the stairs to the third floor and he nearly stumbled. They hadn't seen a single soul so far. Even Filch was asleep. The prefects' bathroom came into view and he decided this was just silly.
"Why don't we take a break?" he said, stopping in front of the door.
"I'm not sleeping with you, Harry Potter."
"What?"
"I said I'm not sleeping with you."
"Er, okay, but I don't remember suggesting that."
"I have a pretty good idea what my sister gets up to in Gryffindor. We're nothing alike."
"I'm not trying to get in your pants, Padma. I just want to fucking sit down."
"Fine, but we're not setting foot in that bathroom."
They walked a little further on, and Harry entered the first empty classroom they came across. Sconces lit up the room, and he slumped into a chair.
"Merlin, this sucks."
She collapsed in a nearby seat. "Yes, it does. If I fall asleep in Snape's class this morning, I'm going to hurt someone."
"I've got Hagrid first thing. I'll probably get eaten by a giant toad."
"With your luck, there would be a Death Eater hiding in its stomach."
"No kidding," he said with another yawn. "Just wanna sit here for the next couple hours? We can take turns sleeping. Nothing's gonna happen."
"As long as it's our secret. I've got first kip."
Her eyes were closed and her head tilted forward before he could even answer. He was a bit annoyed that she had assumed he would try to seduce her, but they were both irritable from lack of sleep.
What exactly had Parvati told her about him? She couldn't say anything about the Pride. He was even pretty sure she couldn't claim to be sleeping with him outside it. Maybe she had accidentally dropped hints that Padma picked up on. He'd have to ask her about it. There was no need to court a scandalous reputation in the school, no matter what happened in the Pride.
He waited until she was breathing deeply and pulled out the Marauder's Map. Just as he suspected, no one was out of bounds. Or even awake. What a pointless waste of their precious sleep. He was going to bribe someone to take his shifts when OWLs got closer.
Movement on the map suddenly caught his eye. He peered closer. Millicent Bulstrode had just left her room in the Slytherin dorms. She walked across the hall to another room and stopped moving. What was—Oh. He almost snickered. She was probably going to the bathroom. The map was quite an invasion of privacy, now that he thought about it.
Before he could close it, another pair of feet entered the bathroom. Pansy Parkinson. It seemed she needed to pee too. His eyebrows slowly rose. Or not. Pansy's feet hadn't stopped. They kept moving until they overlapped with Millicent's.
They occupied the same space, and they didn't separate. Instead, they backed slowly into a wall.
"Whoa," he whispered.
He stared at the map for the next ten minutes. Their feet didn't move. There was only one thing they could be doing.
Parkinson and Bulstrode? He had nothing against Millicent, except for the fact that she glared at everyone, but he couldn't imagine the two of them together. Parkinson had been dating Malfoy last year. Was this something new? Was she bisexual? The more he pondered, the more he felt like a creep. He really had no business knowing this, no matter how strange he found it.
Padma stirred and he hastily put the map away.
She looked at him blearily. "I can keep my eyes open for a while if you want to rest."
"I think I'll do that. But I don't think I can fall asleep on command like you."
"It's an acquired skill. I grew up with a twin who never shuts up, even in her sleep."
He laughed. He didn't know Padma very well. What little he did know was filtered through Parvati. She had gone to the Yule Ball with Ron, and they had briefly danced, but he doubted she wanted to be reminded of that night. There was probably common ground to be found, but not when neither was properly awake.
He stretched his legs and tried to get comfortable in the hard chair. "Out of curiosity, why did you think I was hitting on you?"
She shrugged. "Like I said, I know my sister. And I know about what supposedly goes on with prefects on patrol. Call it a preemptive strike."
"What goes on with prefects?"
"You can't possibly be that clueless."
"Oh, come on. I've only had this job for three weeks, and there's nothing sexy about being awake at 4am, even if it's with a pretty girl."
She colored a little at his phrasing. "Stacia Quirke told me about it. She said a lot of hooking up happens in the prefects' bath during patrols. She called it an unofficial tradition. I didn't want you to get your hopes up."
"I had no idea. Don't worry, I'm not going to proposition you."
"I doubt you need to, what with my sister taking care of all your needs."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, feigning ignorance. Surely Parvati wasn't bragging openly about being with him, but Padma seemed sure of herself.
"I've heard rumors about what happens in Gryffindor. I don't know how true they are, but Parvati used to talk about getting into your pants nonstop. I'd bet a hundred galleons she's succeeded by now."
"When was this?"
"Summer after third year. She's always been shameless."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, well, don't believe everything you hear about Gryffindors. And especially not about me. The only thing I was riding in third year was a hippogriff."
She looked at him oddly. "A hippogriff? What about last year?"
"Last year is none of your business," he said firmly. "You're making some pretty personal insinuations, aren't you?"
"Sorry, I'm just feeling grouchy. You don't need to worry about me gossiping."
"No problem. Now if you'll excuse me, Gryffindors need their beauty sleep. That's one rumor I can confirm."
She snorted.
He closed his eyes and tried to get some rest, but his mind was considering her words. A prefect tradition? It was the first he'd heard of it. There weren't any prefects he wanted to hook up with anyway. He had no intention of going near Pansy; Padma had declared herself off limits; and Susan Bones—well, he wouldn't mind getting more cozy with her, he supposed. But she had worn one of those stupid badges last year, even if she had apologized for it.
Harry settled into his seat and put it out of his mind. He had no need to fantasize about prefects when the Pride could turn every other fantasy into reality.
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"What are you working on?" Hermione asked Fay curiously.
She had just returned to her dorm room to retrieve a book on self-transfiguration, and noticed her roommate sitting in bed with a textbook in her lap. It was an odd place to study in the middle of a bright, sunny afternoon.
"Transfiguration," Fay answered absently.
"Are you doing McGonagall's essay? The best reference is Chapter 17 of Oglethorpe's book."
"Er, thanks. I'll get right on that. Why are you being so nice?"
"Do I need a reason?"
"When you've never offered to help me write an essay before, yes. You've been downright sociable this year."
"Well, excuse me for trying to help my roommate."
Fay smirked. "I haven't told anyone what I saw that day, Hermione, so you can stop worrying. No one else knows your dirty little secret."
Hermione huffed. "I know you haven't told anyone. That's one of the reasons I'm being nicer. I know I can trust you."
"Not trying to bribe me in exchange for silence?"
"No, and I'm sorry if I ignored you before that little incident. I was in a cocoon with Harry and Ron for a long time."
"And now you're in deep with Lavender and Parvati, it looks like. Very deep."
Hermione couldn't help but be amused. Fay was direct, and apparently had a wry sense of humor. She could work with that. In retrospect, she wasn't that embarrassed to be caught with Lavender and Parvati anyway, so long as it didn't escape the dorms.
"I'm in all the way up to my elbows, in fact," she replied crisply.
Fay burst out laughing. "Oh, Merlin. I can't believe you."
"I'm full of surprises, Fay. I noticed you aren't hanging out with Sally-Anne as much this year. Did you have a falling out?"
"No. She's dating some Ravenclaw and now she spends all her time in the damn library. I don't want to be a third wheel."
"You're welcome to spend more time with me and Parvati and Lavender. Not that we're together that much."
"I'm not a charity case, Hermione."
"I didn't think you were."
"I'm not a lesbian either, if that's what you're after."
Hermione had to fight back a blush. "Neither am I."
"Really? Your hand accidentally fell into Lavender's vadge?"
The blush finally won, but Hermione smiled. She was mostly immune to mockery now, especially when it came to sex. A little mockery was even enjoyable, so long as it was playful.
"Maybe it did. Or maybe Lavender's vadge is so insatiable it doesn't take no for an answer. Can I ask you a personal question?"
"No, I've never been fisted."
Hermione laughed. Fay was seeming more and more like a suitable candidate for the Pride. "That's good to know, but I was just curious if you're dating anyone. Or interested in someone. I wouldn't tell."
"Why do you care?"
She sat down on the edge of Fay's bed without invitation and made herself more comfortable. "No real reason. You already know a big secret of mine, and I trust you not to tell. I don't know any of yours."
Fay frowned but answered anyway. "I'm not dating anyone. And I don't have a crush on anyone. I had a little one on Oliver Wood in third year, but so did everyone else."
"He was pretty muscular."
"Yeah, he was. Look, I can tell something's on your mind. You're about as subtle as a troll. Why don't you just spit it out?"
Hermione cursed her under her breath. Apparently, her personal growth in the Pride didn't make her any better at small talk. It just didn't come naturally to her. She decided to drop all pretense and go in for the kill.
"Fine. I do want to talk to you about something. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, including Sally-Anne."
"Okay, as long as you're not about to confess to a murder or something."
"A murder? What in—never mind. No, I'm talking about a club. A secret one. It's just for Gryffindors. I'm a member, and I think it might be something that would interest you too."
"What kind of club?"
"Well, that's the thing. I can't tell you. You'd have to sign a magical contract that would guarantee your silence."
"You mean, like, a binding one?"
"Yes."
"What in the hell are you up to?"
"I really couldn't say. But you seem clever. I bet you could make an educated guess, based on what you saw me doing with Lavender, and the questions I'm asking you."
Fay stared at her for a long time. "Holy shit."
"What are you thinking right now?" Hermione asked, watching her closely.
"I heard a rumor once about what happens in the quidditch locker room after big wins. I didn't believe it, but—"
"I've never set foot in the quidditch locker rooms. But I can't say more unless you're willing to trust me. You know I'm a moral person. The contract would just guarantee your silence, and give you a choice."
"A choice between what?"
"Between taking a bite of the apple and forever wondering what it tasted like."
Fay shook her head in disbelief. "You can't mean what I think you mean."
Satisfied that her deductions were on the right track, Hermione went to her dresser and retrieved a contract. She spread the parchment in front of her and laid a jet-black quill on top it.
"This is the contract. There's nothing bad in it. I wouldn't be telling you this if I didn't think there was a chance you'd fit in. You'd make new friends within the House. Some of them might even become good friends."
Fay read it over carefully. "That's it? I'm just not allowed to say anything about what I learn or see in this Lion's Pride?"
"That's it. And if you sign, I can tell you everything. You might decide it's not for you. You might even hate the idea. No matter what, you wouldn't be obligated to do anything."
"This isn't something that's going to fuck up my future in some way?"
"Do you really think I would be involved in something like that?"
Fay considered her for another long moment and reached for the quill. "Alright, I'll bite. What the hell is going on around here?"
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"Congratulations, mate."
Harry pulled Ron into a hug, the first he had given him in more than a year. Ron was sweaty and tired, but he was smiling and his face was glowing with pride.
"Thanks. It's just reserves, but I'll take it."
"I bet Angelina will play you sometimes. You were almost as good as McLaggen. You just got nervous and missed a couple shots."
"Yeah, I'll get better."
The tryouts for Gryffindor's quidditch team had just concluded. All seven returning players retained their spots, but Angelina had decided to field a smaller reserve squad this year. They would soon be losing her, the twins, and Alicia. She didn't want to leave next year's team in the lurch.
Ron had made the team as a reserve keeper. Ginny had made it as both a reserve chaser and the back-up seeker. Demelza Robins joined her as a chaser, and a fourth-year named Jack Sloper was the new reserve beater. The locker room was about to get more crowded, as was the pitch during practices.
"I need to go write mum," Ron said excitedly. "Maybe she'll buy me a decent broom now."
"You should thank Tamsin too," Harry said with a grin, "for keeping your skills sharp over the summer."
Ron couldn't resist a little smirk. "I plan to. She made the Puff squad yesterday."
"Nice!"
He leaned in closer. "Don't tell anybody, especially not the twins, but we're together now. I'm taking her to Hogsmeade in a couple weeks."
"Damn! Way to go, Ron!"
Inside, Harry was dancing a merry jig. Their plan had worked! Not only was Ron spending significant amounts of time away from them, but he seemed genuinely happy. They may no longer share the same intimacy they once did, but their friendship was still there, and had a better chance of surviving.
"Treat her well, chew with your mouth closed, and don't insult her favorite team," he said. "You'll be golden."
"I'm the one with the girlfriend, Harry. I don't need your advice."
"Whatever you say."
Ron grinned. "Last night she let me feel her jubblies."
"Were they nice?"
"They were awesome. Don't worry, mate, you'll get there one day too. Just don't lay a hand on Ginny."
It was all Harry could do not to laugh. His face turned red, and Ron mistook his amusement for embarrassment.
"You want me to see if Tamsin's got a friend? I bet we could find a girl who's interested in you."
Harry couldn't contain himself. He feigned a coughing fit, and Ron pounded him on the back.
"I'm good, but thanks," he said, not daring to make eye contact.
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Harry stared down at his breasts in wonder. No, Hermione's breasts. But they were on his body. Well, her body, he supposed, but he was wearing it. Merlin, this was already a mind-fuck.
"I can't believe you talked me into this," he said, tweaking his nipples and making them grow almost painfully hard. It sent a little jolt through his body that shocked him. They were so sensitive.
The pair was on a bed in the Room of Requirement, making the first use of his Polyjuice potion. Yesterday Hermione had talked him into switching bodies with each other. She wanted to know what it was like to inhabit a boy's body—and what it was like to fuck as one. He was curious too, and had no problem turning into her, but he wasn't keen on fucking himself, even if it was really her. It had taken a fair bit of whining and pleading to convince him.
He cradled his breasts and squeezed them, amazed at how good it felt.
"If I had a pair of these, I'd be fondling them all day."
When she didn't answer him, he looked up. She was on her knees a few feet away and already masturbating. It was bizarre to see himself with his eyes closed, his mouth open, and furiously stroking his own cock.
"Hermione?"
She started breathing heavily. Without warning, thick ropes of cum shot out from her cock, landing on his stomach and legs before dribbling down her hand onto the bedsheets.
"Hey! Watch where you're aiming that thing!"
"Oh, my God! S-sorry!" she said, still panting.
He sighed. This was going to be one hell of a strange night. Hermione was staring at her cock—his cock—in awe, still teasing the last of his cum out.
"Having fun?" he asked, weirded out by the sound of her voice coming from his mouth.
"That was intense. Holy crap."
"Congratulations. You lasted about ten seconds. And you made a mess all over me."
She took a deep breath to regain her composure. "Sorry. Want me to lick it off?"
"Er, no, I'm good."
The idea of watching himself lick cum from his body, even if that body was female, did nothing for him. If nothing else, this experience was already driving home the fact that he wasn't attracted to himself, or guys in general.
She stared at him curiously, likewise feeling strange about watching someone else inhabit her body. Her eyes roamed from her face to her breasts to her legs.
"I have a really cute nose, don't I?" she said.
"Yes, you do. And itchy hair. I can feel it all over my shoulders."
She smirked. "There's a little patch of hair between my legs too. Are you not going to touch yourself?"
He looked down at his newly female body. "How do I even get turned on? Watching myself jerk off isn't my idea of hot."
"Oh, lay down, you big baby," she commanded in his voice. "I'll show you how to do it."
He lay down on his back, his hands involuntarily squeezing his breasts. He loved how soft her skin felt compared to his own. The skin on her thighs and arms and belly was so smooth it made him want to rub his hands everywhere.
Hermione gently spread his legs, and he was shocked at how far apart they went. His hips felt strange, like they weren't connected to his legs in the same way. He'd never imagined being so flexible.
She brushed a finger teasingly up and down his clit. He hadn't felt anything he recognized as arousal yet. Everything was just so different. Her finger felt pleasant, but not—oh, there it was.
She rubbed firmly along either side of his clit, forcing it to stand up, and he felt it grow thicker. Suddenly the room was so very warm. A little tingle started in his clit and spread into his lower belly. She teased open his lips with a finger and rubbed them gently. His entire pubic area engorged with arousal, and for the first time he was fully aware of having a pussy. There was a new opening in his body, and it had walls that were expanding and growing very, very wet. It was the strangest thing he'd ever felt.
"Whoa," he whispered.
Hermione smiled at the look on his face. "Just wait."
She returned her attention to his clit, and he gasped. Good God, that was sensitive. Far more than the tip of his penis. She rubbed it back and forth and he shivered.
"You like that?"
"Yeah."
Already he was breathing faster, and his whole body felt desperate to be touched. He wanted to feel the pressure of another body against his. She slipped two fingers inside him and crooked them, and he groaned involuntarily. Sweet fucking Merlin, his pussy was aching now. It needed to be filled with something hard.
She removed her fingers and he felt the loss of them immediately.
"Now you do it."
He hesitantly took over from her, teasing his clit back and forth. It felt good, but awkward. He reached further down, surprised at his own wetness, and pressed a finger between his lips. He squeezed it with his new vaginal muscles, and the need to be filled intensified. He slipped another finger inside himself and stroked his incredibly soft walls, but they didn't go far enough to satisfy.
"How is it?"
"Weird," he said. "There's nothing to hold onto."
"Finding it hard to be a girl?"
"I feel like I need to cum, but I don't know how."
She laughed and stared at her own wet pussy. "This is so uncanny. Just relax. I'll get you off."
She lowered her face—his face—and took control of his clit. He bit back a whimper. A soft tongue felt so much better than his finger. Two fingers slipped inside him and curled back and forth. He writhed his hips and squeezed them tightly. But two just wasn't enough.
"More. Please."
"You little slut."
She shoved a third finger inside him and twisted, rubbing his clit back and forth with her thumb. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation, feeling curiously vulnerable. Being penetrated was different than doing the penetrating.
Harry grew wetter as she teased him. It felt wonderful, but after a couple minutes he still didn't feel anything that resembled his own progress toward release.
Hermione suckled gently on his clit and finally he felt a wave of something. It rose like a crescendo, and he tried to latch onto the feeling, but it receded. His lower belly was fluttering with desire, but apparently a girl's arousal didn't go in a straight line toward orgasm. He felt like he was surfing and needed to catch the right wave.
She brushed an incredibly sensitive spot with her fingertips and he moaned. That was the feeling he sought.
"Do that again."
She reached further inside him and stroked his walls. Her fingers stretched his lips deliciously. The ache intensified and a feeling he recognized slowly built.
He latched onto it. It grew and grew, and her tongue on his clit sent little jolts of pleasure deep into his body. He felt the wave about to crest and shoved her fingers deeper in desperation. He heard her giggle, but could only focus on the beautiful ecstasy that was about to overtake him.
The wave crashed down, and his pussy became soaked with new wetness. He moaned in bliss as it spasmed around her fingers. The orgasm wasn't as intense as he was expecting, but it lasted so long he almost couldn't stand it.
He took a deep breath when he was finished. Merlin, what a feeling. It felt weird to not ejaculate, but the rise and release of the tension felt the same. He was still feeling aftershocks of pleasure afterwards.
"Wow," he breathed.
"That looked like a good one."
"It was."
He looked at her—or rather his body—and found her stroking his cock again. She was as hard as a rock, squeezing his shaft so firmly that her tip was swollen and angry looking. Her other hand was teasing her balls. His cock really was rather large, he realized. It looked huge from outside his body.
"Merlin, I need to shave my balls," he said.
"I don't mind. Guys are hairy all over."
Hermione drew closer and looked at him almost pleadingly. "Will you help me too?"
He had promised to do so, no matter how strange it felt to touch his own body. Repressing a grimace of distaste, he wrapped his hand around her shaft. It throbbed in his hand.
She scooted forward on her knees and pushed her hips toward his face.
"With your mouth, Harry. Please?"
He sighed. "You want me to suck my own cock?"
"It's my cock right now, and you sucked Cedric's."
"I was drunk, and it was a favor to you."
"And I just went down on myself for you. I want to feel it."
"Alright, but this is fucking weird."
"It's amazing, you mean," she said in breathless anticipation.
He leaned forward and tentatively licked the tip of her cock, swirling his tongue around the soft flesh.
"More, Harry."
He delivered a wet kiss to her crown and then suckled on it, surprised at having to open his mouth so wide.
Hermione was already panting. "Dear God. Do it like I do for you. Please."
"Er, what is that exactly?"
"Kiss the shaft. Lick it. Squeeze my balls. Squeeze the whole bloody thing, for Merlin's sake."
Harry laughed at her desperation and tried to please her, recalling what it felt like when she pleasured him. The experience didn't turn him on at all, but this wasn't about him. It was about gratifying his friend.
He wrapped his hand firmly around the base of her shaft, and teased the rest with his tongue, delivering little kisses along its length. He pulled her crown deeper into his mouth, taking two inches, then three. She touched the back of his throat and he gagged, forcing him to retreat.
"Ugh."
She didn't even notice. Her eyes were closed and she was almost hyperventilating.
"Don't stop!"
He stroked her harder and teased the underside of his crown with his tongue. Her abs started quivering and he knew she was about to lose control.
"On your f-face," she whimpered. "Please, I want to see what I look like."
He pulled away, closing his eyes and reminding himself that this was for Hermione.
A moment later she groaned and spurted onto his face. Thick stripes of cum coated his cheeks and forehead, running down onto his eyelids. A single burst splashed against his nose and soaked it. Another immediately followed. They just kept coming, over and over. Just when he thought she was finished, two more spurts coated his mouth and chin. Merlin, did he really have such a big load?
Finally, it stopped. He tentatively opened an eye and looked up at her. She was looking down at him with pure lust in her eyes.
"My God, that was incredible."
"I hope so, because it's in your hair. Which is currently my hair."
Hermione stared at his cum-covered face—her face—for a good thirty seconds, examining it from several angles. He suspected she was memorizing the sight to fuel her own fantasies. She leaned down and feverishly licked the cum from his face, slurping and kissing everywhere. He winced when she tried to pull him into a real kiss.
"No kissing," he said. "That's just too fucking weird."
Somehow it seemed stranger to kiss himself than it did to stroke his cock on someone else's body. He wiped the last vestiges of release from his eyelids and observed her. She was sitting on her haunches and smiling so brightly with his face that it was unnerving. He doubted he'd ever smiled like that in his life.
"Thank you, Harry."
"You're welcome. Did it feel good?"
"So intense. I love that feeling. Spurting ropes of cum everywhere. I had no idea it was like that."
"Yeah, it felt weird having an orgasm without doing that. It was pretty nice too though."
"How did it feel to you?"
"I don't know, it was like my whole body—er, your whole body—was involved. Everything was more sensitive. It lasted longer too."
"Your arousal is so much more focused," she said. "I mean mine. A boy's. Whatever. It was like the only thing I could feel was my cock and it desperately needed to cum. What did my arousal feel like to you?"
"Er, I could feel my pussy expanding and getting wet. Everything felt warm. I wanted to be touched everywhere. It felt harder to reach orgasm, but I don't have any practice."
"Were you desperate to feel like you were getting filled?"
"Yes," he said, and he could feel his face blushing.
She smirked. "That's how it feels for me too."
"I imagine so. I'm in your body. And this is officially the strangest conversation of my life."
"I'll want to know every detail later, so pay attention to everything you feel. I'm going to write an article."
"Say what now?"
"It will be anonymous, of course, but there's not enough scholarly exploration of sexuality in the magical world. Not even with Polyjuice involved. I intend to fill the gap."
He laughed. "Oh, Merlin, no wonder you were so intent on this. I'm going to be your guinea pig, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are, and I'm going to be yours. We are so doing this again."
He just sighed, not even attempting to deter her. She got the same look in her eye when she encountered a difficult spell. It was odd seeing that expression on his face instead of hers.
She grabbed her wand and cast tempus. "We've only got 26 minutes left. Let's stop talking and have sex. I want to know what it feels like inside a vagina."
"Can you please call it a pussy or something else? I don't want to feel like this is a science experiment."
She smiled and put her face against his. "This is a science experiment, but fine. I want to feel your hot, wet pussy cumming all over my big, fat cock, Harry Granger. I want to make your whole body squirm. I want to pound you until you're moaning like a whore and then fill you with so much cum that it pours out of you. Is that better?"
"Er, not really."
"Help me get hard again. And pay attention to what it feels like when I cum inside you. I want to know if you get the same feeling that I do."
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Hermione understood now why he loved this position too. She could go so deep, and it felt as if she were in total control. Plus, she could see everything. She looked down and watched her cock split his pussy lips wide. They spread and gave way for her girth every time she pushed inside him. It was fascinating, and it felt so, so good.
She couldn't believe how soft and warm and tight her pussy felt. It was so much different sliding a hard cock into those depths than it was to receive one. Her cock, or rather Harry's cock—God, it was going to be hard to get the pronouns right in an article—wasn't nearly as sensitive as her clit. But when it was buried in warm flesh and being squeezed from every direction by the most delightful pressure? Wow.
Merlin, she loved him for doing this for her. It wasn't something she wanted to share with just anyone. At least not the first time. He seemed to be enjoying himself too if his arousal were any indication. His pussy was so wet. Her cock came away glistening after each penetration, and the sound turned her on so much she could barely stand it.
She was thrusting slowly, ever so slowly, both to tease him and to avoid cumming too fast. It was hard to control a boy's body. Her impulse was to drive into him hard and fast, to let the orgasm build and build until it exploded. But she wanted the experience to last. Even these slow strokes threatened to undo her. She had to stop every ten seconds or she would burst. She had felt on the edge of orgasm since her cock slipped inside him. It gave her a whole new respect for boys who had endurance.
"How do I last longer?" she asked breathlessly. "I feel like I'm about to cum, and I can't control it."
He raised his head from the pillow and looked over his shoulder. "Relax your balls. Relax your lower belly. There are muscles there. I know it feels like you want to flex your cock, but don't. Pretend like it's a dildo you're moving around inside me and focus on driving me wild instead of how good it feels to be squeezed."
Hermione blinked. Those were very precise directions. He had clearly worked through the same issue. She began moving again, heeding his words. Instantly she understood what he meant. She had been drawing her balls in close and flexing her cock, trying to fill him more thoroughly and to feel everything more intensely. That was apparently a mistake. She willed her whole pelvis to relax and it finally felt like she had a little control.
Slowly she picked up her pace, relishing the feel of his ass—her ass—when it collided against her hips. It was still too much. His walls caressed the tip of her cock with such exquisite friction that it was impossible to hold back. Her cock flexed, and there was a desperate ache, deep in her belly, that begged her to finish.
"I can't stand it anymore," she said. "I'm going to pound you hard and cum, okay?"
He murmured an inaudible response.
She grabbed his ass and squeezed his cheeks hard, knowing how good it felt when he did that to her. Then she drove her cock into his soaking warmth as far and as fast as she could, hoping to last just a little longer.
He whimpered beneath her, his whole body trembling. His head was pressed into the pillow, but she could see the grimace of pleasure on the side of his face, and the hand that reached between his legs.
She pounded him hard, her hips smacking against his ass. A dozen more strokes was enough to undo her. That feeling rose from deep within her abdomen like a tidal wave, and suddenly it was there. She panted in ecstasy and spurted deep inside him, thrusting with each little pulse.
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Harry gripped the sheets hard, his faced pressed into the pillow as she fucked him harder and harder. God, his pussy was so wet. He'd never imagined it could feel so good to be filled by a big cock. It was like his lips were being violently spread apart by a hard snake. It slid and slithered along his walls, stretching him everywhere, until it filled him so perfectly that he couldn't stop from moaning. Then it retreated, leaving him empty and wanting to be filled again.
If he were a girl, he'd be such a whore.
A tingle had started from his clit the moment she pushed inside him. She felt so big that his entire lower belly was full. There was pressure against his clit from the inside and he couldn't resist rubbing it. He teased the little strip of flesh until the tingle spread everywhere.
She was going fast now, pounding him hard and filling every available space with her girth. He gushed around her cock and that tingle became an ache that grew and grew. He rubbed himself harder, equally desperate for release.
Hermione groaned and threw her weight against his smaller body, making him quake with each hard thrust. Dear God, it was so visceral. He felt like a vessel for her pleasure. All at once her pace slowed and he felt her cock pulse inside him. He clamped down on it, squeezing it as it filled him with cum. It splashed against his walls and soaked them, and the feeling almost sent him over the edge. A few more seconds of furious rubbing and he joined her in release.
His pussy spasmed around her cock in ecstasy. The sound of moaning filled the room, and he didn't realize that it was coming from him. He was still shaking when she finished, and he couldn't help but laugh when she smacked him on the ass.
Merlin, what a bizarre fucking night.
As soon as this bloody potion wore off, he intended to fuck Hermione silly and restore some sanity.
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Author's Note: Told you it would get kinky. Hermione's experiments have just begun, though I probably won't cover them in detail or write Harry's POV like that again. I imagine genderswapping isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to do it justice.
For the record, I'm a guy, so I obviously don't know what the experience of sex is like for a girl. I did my best here. If any of the girls reading think I messed it up, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll fix it.
I'm also curious about female readers in general. Most of my reviewers seem to be male. Ladies, am I doing justice to the female characters and the female POV sections during sex? I'd love to know what's working and what isn't. For science, of course.