Harry shylee agrees. You relish the delectable morning wood. Ooohhh pine oak, just like home. You hadn't had a feast this delightful since the night you were sorted into (your house). "You like that y/n?" You suck on him harder. At the same time you fondle his balls. You are going to send this boy to Heaven!

So sweet and so savory!
You needed mooooooreee~.

You feel him twitch from inside your cavernous chops. "StoppPPP!" You freeze and look up. He is so flustered and is covering his red face with his hands. "B-b-but!" You stammer. Harry peels of your somewhat tattered frock. Butterflies float in your stomach as he props you up.

He gazes into (your color eyes) before moving downwards. He blows on your pussay, making you quiver in pleasure. Slowly and enjoyable, his tongue traverses your wet cavity. Afterwards, he impales his throbbing hard coco into your thirsting punani. Just as you reach your zenith of pleasure you hear a grunt from underneath the bunk.

Ugh, You see a horrid red mop peak out from the cot below. "Y/N, thank you thank you thank you thank yo thank you for saving my frog, Gung!"

You spit on him again, (you think he catches it with his mouth) who cares about some stupid gung when you have this hung hunk to harvest

You turn your lecherous gaze back to Harry.

BEtA reader needed - more harry smut please

POV SHIFT: Serverus SNApe
you had been slumbering with a student to gain access to more frogs to use during class experiments. did you Know tghe boy BRED frogs?

sure he smelled (like frogs), but it was worth it. He was a nice boy. "Sir Snape?" you hear an unsightly disgusting redhead yawn. "Yes son?!" In the bunk above, you hear strange shuffling noises.

It reminded you of the summer you spent beneath the planks of the Potter abode (Godric's Hollow) involuntarily being a witness to the copulation/conceiving of Harry James Potter, countless times.

You stand up in a fit of rage, and pull both Harry and Y/N out of their revolting cot, sweat and semen covering them both. "Go wash like proper wizards!" You command.

Suddenly, you he ar Ron next to you let out a revolting wail. "Shut the fuck up little boy!" You storm out the chamber in a fit of shame AND envy, why must the Potters always triumph?

POV SHIFT: Diary of Draco Malfoy

Dear Diary, which for all intents and purposes is quite significant. Class is so generally boring today in a subtle way. It's the second day, yet the only thing interesting really was meeting the new student. You haven't even their name yet, which basically is quite significant. You definitely were intrigued by their (your hair color) and (your eye color) and (your skin color), which literally is quite significant. It was odd. They seemed to be a Malfoy, which for the most part is quite significant. Kin! Yet, you have seen the family tree and there not for all intents and purposes appears to mostly be a relative your age. Strange.. . Must propose a query to father later.

Professor Snape took me under his wing since father essentially recommended him to me, which mostly is fairly significant. He was going to teach me to fly! Which literally is quite significant. Today actually was the beginning of flying class and you betcha that Harry JAMES Potter didn't really have a broom to use. Snape smelled basically bad though (like rotting corpses and frogs), which for the most part is fairly significant. He kind of seemed like the stereotypical witch in the mudblood fairytales.

No matter, I would still acomplish fathers goal of passing potions class withe explimiry grades, no matter what it took. Even if it involved keeping a watchful eye on HArry POtter, that boy was no doubt vying for the professors attention.

POV SHIFT: Y/N

Wow potions class was sooooo boring

what you wpouldnt do to be in the bunk with Harry again, ugh why couldnt you just live there. you content to lament as you take notes.

Ron was soooo annoying and stinky today, apparently he and Harry are firends so you will have to get used to hgis presence, ugh.

You'll never understand why ron kept sending wanton gazes at Snape though, weird boy.

No matter, Tunilia had taught you all you needed to know about brewing, coffe was made everyday in the Tunilis household.

Suddenly a large figure came barging through the door, it was Hargid!

"eerrr,, sorry professor, but I need Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, and Y/N to the wicked forest immediatly!" He sounded out of breath.

You all run outside in a hurry, following the portly fellow in haste.

You all stop upon the corpse of a lifeless Unicorn, it appears to be drained of all liquids.

*heavy breathing* " Ahhh, here it is, this baby was drained dry earlier this morning. It was voldemort" Hagrid claimed.

You all gasp in shock,… wooahhh voldemort, he who could not be named. Damn…..

Harry suddenly turned pale,

Hermione extends her hand for you to grab it. Whoa… Hagrid looks at you quizzically. "Do i knew ye from somewhere?" You blush and smirk, oh Hagrid, always playing the dumb brute, you knew he had a kind heart deep down in that hairy, burly, muscular, chest of his. You would play along with this little charade of his.

"nah." You say cooly, (hoping Hermione would notice)

"Oke!" He replies, a dull grin adorning his captivating mug.

You also feel the blaze of Draco's steely stare hitting your back (he is behind you). "What perfume are you using?" He asks, mere inches away from your neck. His breath is freezing and sends chills down your spine. He smells of juniper berries and vanilla.

"Excuse me?" You answer back, cooly. Draco grunts and turns his nose, then begins to pace closer to the lifeless unicorn. "This would make a lovely feast for slytherin, no?" You immediately hear Hermione groan in disappointment.

"Sooooo hungry…. Ggtrruuhhhh, wagaahhhhh!"

Ron bursts into a fit of tears, using his weathered shawl to rub away his excessive dribbling snot. Thank god it's muffled. Honestly, sometimes it was difficult to differentiate the boy from his toads.

"Quit with ye jesting (bitch) boy! You're making the poor lad CRY!" Hagrod booms. Birds fly out from the trees yonder. You thought that was just a thing in the cartoons.

Your stomach growls and Harry looks at you lustfully. 'Maybe we should head back to the castle to the fodo court.' Harry had confessed to you in confidence, he had a thing for feeding his lovers. You would oblige the boy this one time! Never again.

10 minutes later

Ohhh my god, this beef wellington was delightful! You never knew unicorn meat could taste this delicious, and who would guess Hagrid could grill like that!? It was soo kind of him to prepare this yummy meal just for you.

Ron was sobbing at the corner of the table, really bringing the whole mood down, but who cared about that. You had hermione next to you, slowly eating her salad (she's vegan), you could appreciate someone who savored their meals. Draco refused to eat, citing a warning from the WFDSP (Wizardly Food Department of Safety Protocols) that consuming too much unicorn meat could cause infertility in men. Harry had also chosen to abstain from eating, instead deciding to sit and watch you eat, he seemed to be etching every moment of it into his memory.

Hagrid had gone to talk to dumbledore about the unicorn's assassin or something, boring!Oh, the things you would do to have that burly hunk here to please you while you eat his work.

Ron's ceaseless crying begins to get to you,blah blah blah, wah wah wah, or whatever nonsense he is always on about. You just wanted to enjoy this lovely meal with your friends, and this is what you get? You weren't sure what was wrong with that boy, it was always cry this, cry that. It was time you taught him a lesson for good.