"Dear diary." You tapped your pen to your chin, thinking of how to start the new journal your aunt Tunila had bestowed upon you.
"Its officially my 19th birthday! YIPIEE and IM readu to start my new adult life! My first three months at Hogwart, post-secondary school of wizardy adn witches and home of wizards. It had been quite the ROLLERCOASTER of emotions and distress and pain, but at least I had my Harry-kuns , Hagrid, and Hermione !
"My best friends ever! They've really helped me get through it all!"
You thought fondly of the past few months, since you had arrived at Hogwarts. "We'd have some good ol' fashioned fun," you continued as the words rolled out from your mouth onto the paper, "Then, when we were tired of having sex, we'd just watch some movies or play games with our mates. It was so fun!" You looked down at your paper again, wondering if you should include this last bit on the page, but decided that no one would be seeing it but yourself, so it can fly. "I love them all SO MUCH!" Your hand flew over the parchment, the pen scratching across the surface as you wrote down all that was in your heart, not bothering to edit anything, even though there were things in there that could potentially come back and bite you in the ass.
"Harry has been sweet but I must admit,he's been getting more… how you say… depraved as of late. He keeps asking to see my feet?! I thought he was a nice boy (who lived) and now he desires my young, vulnerable, oiled, succulent, beautiful toese, wrinkled no less!. wutevs! Anything to see those emerald green buckerooos oops… I MEan EYES. They are SO sexy, like a pair of ripe mangoes on a palm tree! I want to peel off all that tanning lotion he uses and get down on my knees so I can start nibbling on th at little toe!"
"OK bye diary 3," I wrote as I settled my pen upon the paper for the last strokes. With a soft touch, I shat the leather-bound tome and placed it beneath my bunk's stuffing, where no woman or beast could hope to find it and its sacred text. As I was just ab o turn out the candlelight and settle in for the night, steps were heard.
Writing of Harry seemed to have summoned the boy, for with a lack of knock, he entered your private chambers. While it was no mystery, his destination becomes apparent with his first steps inside, you. Those dragonhide boots made the most exciting thud when beat against the dusky mahogany deck; when Harry finally came to o sight, they gleamed from the dim fireplace light.
"Hey," you said as he approached your bedside
"Hello," he said as his eyes trailed up and down your shapely form before making their way back up again. He stole another glance down at your smooth feet before looking up at you with a smirk.
You arched a brow at him. He was already starting these games? "Don't look at my feet."
"Why not?" he asked innocently.
"Because they're dirty," you said in an annoyed tone.
Harry cocked his head to the side as if considering this for the first time. "I suppose they're... a bit dirty," he said with a shrug. He looked down at your feet with interest as if he were considering them for the first time. "I bet they're very soft."
"They're very... dirty," you said again in a more annoyed tone.
"They're very... dirty," he repeated in a slightly different tone. "Perhaps I should clean them for you."
"No," you said firmly and placed both hands on his chest. Harry's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise. "I will not have you thinking dirty thoughts about my feet."
"I didn't think dirty thoughts," he said in his defence even though the smirk remained on his lips. His gaze drifted over your body once again and it seemed as if he were trying to decide something about your body that he hadn't seen before - but that was all you needed to know that his thoughts were dirty thoughts indeed. You felt a little thrill of excitement run through your body as you realised just how much Harry liked what he was seeing.
"I can only imagine what all those filthy thoughts are going through your head right now," you said in an amused voice as you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his chest again.
You're in love with Harry Potter. You had no doubt.
"Silly boy," you said in an amused voice as you ran your hands down his chest seductively before cupping his balls through the leather of his trousers and giving them a fond squeeze through the material. "You know I don't like dirty thoughts." You raised the hem of your nightgown up to expose your breasts so that he could see them clearly through the light material of the nightgown before pulling it back down and pushing him backwards towards the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his face towards yours by running your fingers through his hair before kissing him softly on the lips then hard on the mouth before pulling away with a playful smirk on your lips and a glint in your eye, "You really must try harder to keep your thoughts clean."
"I don't think so," he said with a smirk as he pushed your nightgown up over your chest exposing your bare breasts to him for the second time that night, "I think I'll just let me dirty thoughts run wild..." And he did just that, lowering himself down onto you so that his face was pressed against those soft breasts of yours while he slipped his hand beneath your nightgown and found its way under your panties between your legs to find that place down there that only another man can find so easily - without the use of magic or charmed objects at least - by feel alone: that place between your thighs that becomes very wet when touched by another man's fingers... that place where all men want to go if they get their hands on you - just as Harry was about to do right then and there... but not yet... not yet...
"You're just going to have to wait until later," you said with a sigh as you pushed him back so that he was lying on his back on the bed beside you - your lust all but forgotten by now - "You'll get what you want later."
Harry smiled triumphantly as if this were some sort of victory... but it was not! You had defeated him! Well... sort of... Because now, he would have to wait for you! And he would have to wait as long as it took until you went in heat - which could be weeks or even months at this rate. Classes had really taken their toll on your libido. The boy would be fine with his strange little thoughts.
Life was good, and school had been fun thus far . Hogwarts was full of many delightful things for both you and Harry to indulge in: Fun classes, new friends, wonderful food, plenty of couple time - all things that you enjoyed very much... except Potions class , where you lost all interest after finding out about Snape's perverted little fetish for frogs in detention one day... all things considered though, this had still been a great time! It was as if it were some sort of fairy tale!
"Dear diar,y." You tapped your pen to your chin, thinking of how to start the new journal your aunt tunila had bestowed upon you.
"Its officially my 19th birthday! YIPIEE and IM readu to start my new adult life! My first three months at Hogwart, post-secondary school of wizardy adn witches and home of wizards. It had been quite the ROLLERCOASTER of emotions and distress and pain, but at least I had my Harry-kuns , Hagrid, and Hermione !
"My best friends ever! They've really helped me get through it all!"
You thought fondly of the past few years, since you had arrived at Hogwarts. "We'd have some good ol' fashioned fun," you continued as the words rolled out from your mouth onto the paper, "Then, when we were tired of having sex, we'd just watch some movies or play games with our mates. It was so fun!" You looked down at your paper again, wondering if you should include this last bit on the page, but decided that no one would be seeing it but yourself, so it can fly. "I love them all SO MUCH!" Your hand flew over the parchment, the pen scratching across the surface as you wrote down all that was in your heart, not bothering to edit anything, even though there were things in there that could potentially come back and bite you in the ass.
"Harry has been sweet but I must admit,he's been getting more… how you say… depraved as of late. He keeps asking to see my feet?! I thought he was a nice boy (who lived) and now he desires my young, vulnerable, oiled, succulent, beautiful toese, wrinkled no less!. wutevs! Anything to see those emerald green buckerooos oops… I MEan EYES. They are SO sexy, like a pair of ripe mangoes on a palm tree! I want to peel off all that tanning lotion he uses and get down on my knees so I can start nibbling on th at little toe!"
"OK bye diary 3," I wrote as I settled my pen upon the paper for the last strokes. With a soft touch, I shat the leather-bound tome and placed it beneath my bunk's stuffing, where no woman or beast could hope to find it and its sacred text. As I was just ab o turn out the candlelight and settle in for the night, steps were heard.
Writing of Harry seemed to have summoned the boy, for with a lack of knock, he entered your private chambers. While it was no mystery, his destination becomes apparent with his first steps inside, you. Those dragonhide boots made the most exciting thud when beat against the dusky mahogany deck; when Harry finally came to o sight, they gleamed from the dim fireplace light.
"Hey," you said as he approached your bedside
"Hello," he said as his eyes trailed up and down your shapely form before making their way back up again. He stole another glance down at your smooth feet before looking up at you with a smirk.
You arched a brow at him. He was already starting these games? "Don't look at my feet."
"Why not?" he asked innocently.
"Because they're dirty," you said in an annoyed tone.
Harry cocked his head to the side as if considering this for the first time. "I suppose they're... a bit dirty," he said with a shrug. He looked down at your feet with interest as if he were considering them for the first time. "I bet they're very soft."
"They're very... dirty," you said again in a more annoyed tone.
"They're very... dirty," he repeated in a slightly different tone. "Perhaps I should clean them for you."
"No," you said firmly and placed both hands on his chest. Harry's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise. "I will not have you thinking dirty thoughts about my feet."
"I didn't think dirty thoughts," he said in his defence even though the smirk remained on his lips. His gaze drifted over your body once again and it seemed as if he were trying to decide something about your body that he hadn't seen before - but that was all you needed to know that his thoughts were dirty thoughts indeed. You felt a little thrill of excitement run through your body as you realised just how much Harry liked what he was seeing.
"I can only imagine what all those filthy thoughts are going through your head right now," you said in an amused voice as you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his chest again.
You're in love with Harry Potter. You had no doubt.
"Silly boy," you said in an amused voice as you ran your hands down his chest seductively before cupping his balls through the leather of his trousers and giving them a fond squeeze through the material. "You know I don't like dirty thoughts." You raised the hem of your nightgown up to expose your breasts so that he could see them clearly through the light material of the nightgown before pulling it back down and pushing him backwards towards the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his face towards yours by running your fingers through his hair before kissing him softly on the lips then hard on the mouth before pulling away with a playful smirk on your lips and a glint in your eye, "You really must try harder to keep your thoughts clean."
"I don't think so," he said with a smirk as he pushed your nightgown up over your chest exposing your bare breasts to him for the second time that night, "I think I'll just let me dirty thoughts run wild..." And he did just that, lowering himself down onto you so that his face was pressed against those soft breasts of yours while he slipped his hand beneath your nightgown and found its way under your panties between your legs to find that place down there that only another man can find so easily - without the use of magic or charmed objects at least - by feel alone: that place between your thighs that becomes very wet when touched by another man's fingers... that place where all men want to go if they get their hands on you - just as Harry was about to do right then and there... but not yet... not yet...
"You're just going to have to wait until later," you said with a sigh as you pushed him back so that he was lying on his back on the bed beside you - your lust all but forgotten by now - "You'll get what you want later."
Harry smiled triumphantly as if this were some sort of victory... but it was not! You had defeated him! Well... sort of... Because now, he would have to wait for you! And he would have to wait as long as it took until you went in heat - which could be weeks or even months at this rate. Classes had really taken their toll on your libido. The boy would be fine with his strange little thoughts.
Life was good, and school had been fun thus far . Hogwarts was full of many delightful things for both you and Harry to indulge in: Fun classes, new friends, wonderful food, plenty of couple time - all things that you enjoyed very much... except Potions class , where you lost all interest after finding out about Snape's perverted little fetish for frogs in detention one day... all things considered though, this had still been a great time! It was as if it were some sort of fairy tale!
Three Months Earlier
You are woken up by your aunt tunila. She was a wicked woman with a proclivity for making your life hell.
"wake up you ungrateful little shit!" she barked in her unmistakable scratchy voice
you stood up and got dressed and ate breakfast and then went to get the mail
"oh my GOD!" you screamed
in your hands were an invitation letter from Hogwarts school of wizardy
Apparently you werent poor and an orphan, you were the long lost child of Lucius Malfoy! Whoever that was.\
You are woken up by your aunt tunila. She was a wicked woman with a proclivity for making your life hell.
"wake up you ungrateful little shit!" she barked in her unmistakable scratchy voice
you stood up and got dressed and ate breakfast and then went to get the mail
"oh my GOD!" you screamed
in your hands were an invitation letter from Hogwarts school of wizardy
Apparently you werent poor and an orphan, you were the long lost child of Lucius Malfoy! Whoever that was.