Winky helps Chapter 3
Winky looks down at the ground thinking how to explain to Harry or, how to distract him from getting the whole story. She can't exactly lie to him far any number of reasons. But she thinks that there needs to be more ground work laid before he can know the specifics.
"I'm sure that master is hungry and such strenuous exercise than should go down for lunch as the tale is a long one and best addressed on a full stomach. Besides, otherwise your friends will worry after you. Harry notices that he is indeed ravenous and knows that Ron would come and get him if he stays. He showers again because he has a new and unique on him from his activities. After he bathes and comes back to his bed, he finds that Winky as still in his bed and naked. Harry asks "can't you put something on?" Winky pouts "you didn't mind earlier that I was naked." Harry looks put out until he remembers a sweater that his aunt tried to give him as a hand me down from Dudley. It was orange with pink pom-poms and Dudley got it as a birthday present from Aunt Marge. Harry was pretty sure that Dudley never wore it and it was probably the newest piece of clothing that he ever received from the Dursley's. He had since pressed it into service as his personal "happy sock" as a special Fuck You to them.
He reaches under his mattress and pulls out the offending article of clothing and starts to hand it to Winky. With a look if abject horror, Winky backs away "whatever I have done, please forgive me, I beg of you." Tears well up in her eyes and she start shaking violently. Harry reaches out to as she attempts to scamper away. He pulls her into a tight hug "no no, these are not clothes, my aunt tried to get me to wear this and I used magic to shrink it so it wouldn't fit me. I took it from the garbage and for years I kept it as a keepsake of all the weird things that happened around me. I am sure that the fact that it is a memento and that it was put in the trash negates its clothes value doesn't it?" Winky nods guardedly and inspects it without touching it. She leans forward and sniffs, wrinkling her nose she asks "and why does it smell musky?" Blushing he stammers "well, I used as my personal happy sock for the past few years now and I haven't had it cleaned this week" Looking dubious Winky asks "and what is a happy sock?"
Looking around and avoiding looking at the house elf that is still unselfconsciously naked in his bed. "Well when I do what I was trying to do when you came in, I used this to catch the mess so that it doesn't spill on to the sheets." Winky nods in feigned understanding until with a look of realization "oh, I'm your new happy sock then!" She says with a bemused look of both delight and uncertainty. Harry shakes his head in negation, "that's not it at all; I just wanted you to have something of mine that wasn't clothes. Here, let me clean it for you. He reaches for his wand on his bed-side table when Winky stops him. Winky stops him "no, it's ok, I like having something with your smell on it" as she pulls the jumper over her head. She sniffs it again "and such a masculine smell it is!" She pulls him to her with surprising strength and hugs him around the knees. Harry notices that even with how small she is that the jumper doesn't cover what decorum requires. At least let me lengthen it for you. Winky huffs out a breath "fine but I refuse to wear anything under it for convenience." Harry nods "agreed." Winky seeing an opening says "and to make up for the loss of your happy sock, I will replace it function or you can continue to use it with me inside of it.
With a confused look Harry replies "Umm, sure if you want to that is." Winky flashes Harry an almost feral grin and slides off the bed towards him. Until she is right in front of him when he realizes that he is still wearing only a towel and her face is at the same level as his mouth. Winky opens his towel and lets it fall to the ground around him. Even after to activities he did less than an hour ago, little Harry makes a good showing even before he pops his head up. Her warm breath and hands on him pelvis causes his to plump up quickly. She pushes back his fore-skin with one hand sliding it down the shaft in a light and long stroke causing him to leak a bit of pre-come which she uses her thumb to add to the moisture of her strokes. With her other hand, she lightly strokes his scrotum. She engulfs the head of his penis with her mouth depositing a fair amount of spit which she uses to liberally coat his shaft which she continues to stroke with a steady rhythm. She places small French kisses all over the head of his cock. moving her left hand from his scrotum to use both hand to jack him off at the base while she takes him into her mouth again, using her tongue on the underside of his head until she starts to feel him twitching and she leans to receive Harry's cum right on the front of his former "Happy Sock"
Winky pulls up the bottom of the sweater to wipe off some that got on her face and in her hair calling Harry's attention that she is still wearing no underwear and that she has a pretty fanny. Harry recalls "Easy Access" and his little man starts to stir again. Winky can't help noticing movement right in front of her face and glances at it and then up at Harry in inquiry. Harry says "I'm good at the moment; it's just a reaction to your naked body." Winky looks pleased "are you saying that I am attractive? Maybe we should re-think the whole not naked thing?" Blushing furiously, Harry gets dressed and grabs his wand and lengthens the jumper to the length of a dress. Unfortunately, with how tight it fits it made the fact that there was nothing between her and the dress and that she was female
"I'm curious, why did you think I needed the happy suck, I'm sorry happy sock treatment just now? Not that I am complaining" Oh, that was to boost your confidence, I heard that it, makes a man feel better about himself." After a moment of thought he discovers that he did indeed fell better about himself. "Thanks" he looks down at his semen congealing on his well he guesses now her jumper. But you can't just go around in a dress covered in jizz. You aren't like that intern in the states." With a wave of her hand it returns to its former "glory".
Just then, Ron comes running through the door. "Oy, mate!" Harry spins around quickly clearly startled and nervous. Ron notices Harry's agitation and says "sorry mate, I thought you were still taking a kip and I didn't want you to miss lunch." Harry looks around for Winky and sees no sign of her. He tosses his robes on and follows Ron down.
Hermione is eating with a book propped up so that she could read and eat at the same time. She sees Ron and Harry coming towards her and scoots over for Harry to sit down as Ron sits opposite them. While looking over her book after a perfunctory nod, she wrinkles her nose. She closes her book and turns towards him. She reaches across herself and places her right hand on his left knee. She narrows her eyes and looks him over "there is something different about you today, are you feeling well? I heard saw what you did in Umbrage's class with the skiving snack box, you naughty boy!" As she says this she smacks his inner thigh with the hand on his knee. Harry stiffens and inhales swiftly at the blow. Mistaking his response as a reaction of pain she says "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you so firmly" as she strokes and runs her finger-nails along the affected area.
"Oh. You got a new hair cut; it looks really good on you." Harry suspects that there is some dark female perception that can pick up what he had been doing and that if she finds up, he is neck deep in alligators. The SPEW movement might radicalize at that new development in the advance of equal rights for house elves. His moment of panic combines with the continued stroking of his leg causes profound wood to spring about his person from her unintentional actions.
Hermione continues to gaze at him and continues "Harry, next Hogmeades weekend do you want to join with me to go to Bock's Ordered Books? They might have some books on defense for the group." Hermione leans closer in and with her lips almost touching his ear whispers "I also need to check to see if they are selling books with age restricted to the under classmen if you know what I mean" she says with a half smile and a nervous glance at Ron as she pulls away.
Harry comes to the uncomfortable suspicion that Hermione might be trying to flirt with him. He notes that he isn't the only one to notice judging from the petulant looks that Ron is shooting in his direction. As far as he knew, no one had really flirted with him before and this is Hermione doing the flirting, he has known her for years. He wished that he knew what the next step in this dance of attraction was as her attentions were more than welcome.
Looking up a realizing that he spent a little too long wool gathering, he finds Hermione waiting for a reply from him about her offer. The look on her face is an intent look of uncertainty. She licks her bottom lip that has gotten red and puffy and the flutter of her robes implies that she is panting lightly. Glancing at her face he says "sure Hermione, I would like to do that." She smiles and squeezes his knee and then lets go. After an awkwardly silent and distracted lunch, Harry remembers that he forgot all of his books in his dorm and he will have to make a leg of it to get to class on time. "Go on ahead, I got to grab some things and I will meet you in class." "You forgot you book again, didn't you? Honestly Harry" Hermione rolls her eye in exasperation but softens the rebuke with a light touch of his arm.
After he gets up to his room and makes sure that he is alone, he calls "Winky!" She pops in front of him "yes, master, do you require my service after what happened at lunch?" Harry glares at her "that is what I want to as you about; lunch was unusual even by my standards. What did you do?" Winky bounces up and down excitedly "I know! Isn't it wonderful? According to folklore, the kiss of the fae ensures your success with the fairer sex!" Harry looks concerned "does that mean that girls are going to be throwing themselves at me from now on?" Winky shakes her head quickly "No, it builds upon what is already there. The allure can't create, only amplify." "Well, that is a small blessing at least, how long does it last" sighs Harry. "Unless there are many girls with "Boy-Who-Lived" posters wallpapered all over the girls' dorm in all four houses and you find them even remotely cute, then your life could get interesting for a week or two."