Harry sat, pensive almost, at the Weasley family dinner table. He could still remember four years ago when the ginger-haired wizards had rescued him from his abusive aunt and uncle, and he'd sat in this exact spot. Now however, his agenda was somewhat different.
He idly stirred his muesli, all the Weasleys had in their pantry to have for breakfast. It was 6:30, and Arthur Weasley had already left for work but it would still be some time until the rest of the family awoke. Except for the twins of course, who Harry had arranged to meet downstairs.
Now entering his sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry had blossomed into a really rather handsome young man. He had become somewhat of a heartthrob and everyone, staff and students alike had noticed his maturation, especially the female half of the school. He'd regularly find girls staring at him, looking away and giggling when he winked at them roguishly. Harry pretended to brush the girls off, saying that that wasn't his 'scene' but secretly he loved the attention. He liked how easily he could find a partner for potions class or how quickly the seat next to him was filled.
Last year the girls had become a tad more adventurous. Waves and longing gazes became conveniently timed hugs, newly developed breasts pressed right up against him and lingering there a fraction too long. Lab partners became dance partners. Good mates turned into dates. And suddenly girls became very suggestive, winking back at him when he caught them staring, or covertly pinching his arse or brushing his crotch. It was shamelessly inappropriate and Harry revelled in it!
Harry wasn't exactly a virgin. Last year a Beauxbatons girl had sucked him off after he had won the swimming competition, as a 'thank you' from the school for saving a student. Harry would've gladly walked on hot coals to repeat those fifteen minutes.
And now he felt, in his sixth year, without the really important exams and with Voldemort keeping quiet for now, he could become the school sex god! It was a stupid title and Harry would rather die than be referred to it as himself, but there was no better description for his ambition. Already being a famous wizarding celebrity as the 'boy who lived' and the youngest ever winner of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and having enough money sealed away to last him a lifetime, he had all that he could ever want or need. So why not use the fame and fortune to his advantage and make this a year to remember?
That was where Fred and George came in. They sat on either side and simultaneously greeted Harry.
"Alright boys?" he returned. "Now I've heard you guys have a little contest thing going on right?"
"And where exactly have you heard that Harry?" Fred said.
"Look cut the fucking crap, you're mum's gonna be up in a minute and this isn't exactly something either you or I want publicised. Can I sign up or what?"
"Fine, but you have to sign the non-disclosure contract stating you will tell no one about this."
"Believe me, that works just fine." Harry scribbled a signature before sliding it back to the twins. Fred pocketed it while George fished out to envelopes. They then spoke in tandem, like it was well-rehearsed.
"In here is a list of nearly 100 girls and women."
"You have 300 days starting from now."
"That's until the school year ends in old money."
"…To have relations…"
"…Of a carnal nature…"
"…With every single one of them…"
"…And film it too, we need evidence."
"If you are successful…"
"…Which you almost certainly won't be…"
"…We will offer an all-expenses paid trip for you and the 5 girls of your choice…"
"…With their permission of course, you dirty rascal…"
"…To the most sexual, promiscuous and libidinous resort in the wizarding world."
"But wait there's more!"
"In the second envelope, you'll find a list of sexual acts and positions. In order to win the prize you must also perform each and every one of these to at least one girl, or woman or it's no prize for you."
Harry mulled it over. "Mates, your sister, your older brother's wife, your younger brother's crush and your mum are on this list. What the fuck? That's messed up."
"Hey, we never said we watched them."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing really."
"So what do you say?"
"What happens if I fail?" he asked.
"No penalty, we can't fault any man for trying his hardest to get into a girl's robes."
"So if I win the prize for being good at fucking, I get to go to a place with five girls and do some more fucking, which you yourselves pay for, and I don't have to give you anything if I lose?"
"Yup. Although there is one more thing."
"I knew it. What is it then? Do I have to do a forfeit, like get in a bath of baked beans or listen to mandrake for a minute?"
"Nope, you just have to wear these," Fred said before producing a small case.
"Contact lenses. Whatever for?"
"There are cameras in them. They'll correct your sight which is the main thing but we can also see what you're doing. They'll record everything and we can tell whether or not you've succeeded."
"Or, most likely failed."
"Are you kidding? 100 girls, 300 days. 1 girl every three days, piece of cake."
"That's what Malfoy said."
"Malfoy?"
"Yup, last year, didn't end well finished up with purple balls after Hermione kicked him. Only managed 24."
"He did better than Crabbe though. He said it was a piece of cake as well."
"Uh-huh, and Goyle"
"Zabini too."
"I think Seamus said that"
"Along with Dean."
"And Justin."
"No he said it was a piece of piss actually."
"Alright!" harry was impatient.
"So what then…"
"Harry James Potter…"
"…makes you…"
"…the boy who lived…"
"…so special eh?"
Harry stood up then and showed them. Unzipping his fly and shimmying down his trousers and pants he showed them exactly why he thought it would be a piece of cake. Because flopping down in front of the twins, almost touching the muesli, was the biggest cock they'd ever seen. Longer and thicker than most, even while flaccid, Harry's cock made the twins gulp simultaneously. With that Harry zipped up and left the kitchen to pack for the train journey. It was going to be a very interesting year.
"Well," George said. "I'm feeling sorry for the poor girl who has to do the anal section."
So who should be first on Harry's hit list? And what should they be doing? I certainly can't do all 100 women, but there are definitely 25-50 chapters in this so really it's what you wanna make it. Obviously there will be some chapters and Harry/? Pairings you don't like, so the idea is that you skip over the ones you don't feel like reading. They'll all be clearly labelled. Review or PM me with your ideas. I've basically got a few lined up already:
Ginny
Mrs Weasley
Fleur (and maybe Gabrielle)
Hermione
Parvati/Padma (together)
Lavender
Cho
Luna
Pansy
Daphne
Susan B
The Gryffindor Chasers (Katie Bell/Angelina Johnson/Alicia Spinnet)
Tonks
Bellatrix
Romilda
Narcissa
Ms McGonagall
Etc.
If you have ideas let me know please, I'm dying to hear from you. Review PM and as always enjoy. Ciao!