Chapter 16

Sunday morning breakfast was usually a slow affair as students slept late and trickled in throughout the morning. Harry was quite early, though, having been unable to go back to sleep after his disturbing dream starring a very naked and erect Tom Riddle.

Mind you, Harry was no blushing virgin. He'd had plenty of sex throughout his life, mostly with women but also with a couple of guys and he absolutely enjoyed fucking both. It was the fact that Harry's brain somehow thought it was a good idea to give Tom Marvolo Riddle a starring role in Harry's deepest, darkest sex fantasies in this brand new body that was a bit of a problem. Yes, Harry liked Tom nowadays, could even tentatively call him a friend, but that didn't mean that Harry had so easily forgotten about everything Voldemort had ever done to him in his previous life.

The murder of his parents and others he'd known and cared about wasn't so easily dismissed.

Because of the early hour, Harry had hoped that Tom wouldn't be in the Great Hall yet, but there he was, seated at the Slytherin table, looking awake and more than happy to see Harry if his growing smile was any indication.

Sighing, Harry sat down at the Ravenclaw table and reached for some toast. He didn't have much of an appetite that morning, so he figured that some toast with jam would be more than enough. Harry sipped his tea and munched on his toast and stared off into the distance, his mind in complete turmoil because of one stupid, sexy dream.

"We can go to the library," Tom said as he appeared behind Harry, giving him a hopeful look. "Look up some more charms for Defence this Tuesday."

"Tom," Harry said in a quiet voice as he turned in his seat to look up at Tom. "Don't take this personally, but I need a morning to myself."

Tom blinked, obviously surprised but trying to hide it. "Of course," he said quickly, his eyebrows drawing down in confusion. "Did I do something?"

"No, it's not you," Harry assured him at once, and it wasn't Tom's fault, not really. A lot had happened in a very short period of time and Harry could do with a few hours to himself. He wasn't used to life at a boarding school anymore where you were constantly surrounded by people and hardly ever had a moment to yourself. "I just need a few hours to clear my mind. Too much has happened these past few weeks."

Nodding, Tom took a step backwards. "That's understandable. I shall see you at lunch then?"

"Sure, and afterwards I wouldn't mind going to the library," Harry said and then noticed two people entering the Great Hall sporting bright green heads. He gestured at Tom to look behind himself.

Abraxas Malfoy and Maximus Lestrange marched straight up to Tom, eyes blazing while the students around them gasped and giggled. "How dare you," Abraxas all but hissed as he reached Tom, who gave him an entirely unimpressed look in return.

"I merely added a few creative touches to my wards," Tom said in a completely unconcerned tone, even giving a bit of a shrug.

"Fix this, or you'll regret it," Maximus insisted, getting right up into Tom's personal space.

"I truly don't know how," Tom said, barely able to hold back a grin. "But I'm sure it will wear off in time."

"Sure," Harry said, slowly getting up from the bench. "Give it a few days and you'll be good as new."

"Nobody asked you, you little mudblood," Abraxas snapped, glaring at Harry with flinty eyes.

Harry quickly waved his hand, released a bunch of magic and sent Abraxas flying three feet back where he landed on his arse. "See you at lunch," Harry said cheerfully as he gave Tom one last smile. Harry wasn't worried about Tom being confronted by Malfoy and Lestrange like that. If anything, it was Malfoy and Lestrange who were in far more danger than Tom was, Harry was sure. Tom may be quite the nice chap these days, but Harry was certain that Tom knew plenty of nasty curses to keep his fellow Slytherins in line and wasn't afraid to use them if he needed to.

The air was a bit crips but it wasn't unpleasant in the slightest. In fact, as Harry inhaled deeply a few times while he crossed the wide lawn in the direction of the lake, it was exactly what he needed to clear his head. Harry opted for a nice, long walk along the Forbidden Forest and around the whole lake. He'd learned during Auror training that physical exercise was a great way to lower your anxiety and help you think clearly.

It had just been a silly wet dream, brought on by the raging hormones of his new adolescent body, Harry told himself. So why the hell did it upset him that much?

Tom Riddle had always been a handsome devil, even Harry at twelve years old had noticed that much when he'd first met diary Tom. So it wasn't all that strange that Harry's mind latched onto such a desirable person that Harry spent quite a bit of time with during his waking hours.

Hell, Harry remembered that during his first life he'd had plenty of wet dreams about all sorts of people who he wouldn't necessarily want to date. These included Hermione, Fleur and Tonks. And one time, Draco Malfoy, but that had been during sixth year and in hindsight, Harry knew he had been a little bit too obsessed with Malfoy during that year.

So yeah, Harry was well aware that the mind could play weird tricks on the adolescent body and that those kind of dreams didn't necessarily mean anything important. But then why did dreaming about Tom make Harry so uncomfortable?

Harry slowed his pace a little as he realized there was a difference between Harry then and Harry now.

Harry was a woman.

Yeah, yeah, Harry still thought of himself as a man, and probably always would, but Harry's body was that of a young woman. There was no denying that. And Harriet had been terribly hurt by a man in that very same body Harry was now using. Harry had the memories, and while they felt distant and not quite like his own memories, they must be influencing Harry in some ways. How could they not?

Then there was the fact that Tom, in their previous life, had hurt Harry. In so many fucking ways that Harry wasn't even sure he could remember every single one of them. Tom had murdered his parents, tried to murder him, turned Harry into a horcrux, gave him years of splitting headaches, ruined his adolescence, murdered a classmate in front of him, cast the cruciatus on him, and the killing curse, and made it so Harry at seventeen had no choice but to commit suicide by Dark Lord.

Holy crap, when looking at it like that, it was no wonder that Harry was a little apprehensive about any attraction he might feel towards Tom Riddle now.

But was that fair? Was using all those horrible things that happened between them in Harry's previous life, and that Tom had no knowledge of, against Tom in this life fair at all?

No, it wasn't, Harry knew that much.

Perhaps it was time that Harry truly stopped looking at Tom the enthusiastic schoolboy, who followed him around like a lovesick puppy, as a future Dark Lord who was going to give Harry nothing but pain.

Wait, what? Harry stopped walking and stared out over the calm lake in shock.

Tom Riddle acted like a lovesick puppy around him. Holy fuck, why had Harry not seen this before? Yeah, Harry could be a bit slow about these things, but Tom had not exactly been subtle, now had he? And it had still taken Harry a ridiculous amount of time to realize what was really going on.

Burying his face in both hands, Harry shook his head. Tom had a crush on him, at the very least. When had that even happened? And why?

Harry had no clue, but he did realize, much to his own quiet horror, that he didn't even mind that idea so much, which what the fuck? Harry was an adult, well, partially. Harriet Hubble would turn sixteen on November 15th, which made her a month and a half older than Tom Riddle, actually. But Harry, in his previous life, had only ever been attracted to kids around 15 or 16 when he himself was that age.

Which he currently was, a small voice in his mind reminded him. Harry, for all intents and purposes, at that moment was 15 going on 16, which made it perfectly normal for him to have wet dreams about kids his own age, and even feeling somewhat flattered that the most handsome kid in school seemed to have a crush on him.

Fucking hell, this whole being reborn thing was so much more complicated than Harry had first thought it would be when he woke up in Harriet's body.

Throwing his head back to stare up at the blue sky in mild despair, Harry crossed his arms and was once again reminded he now occupied a female body as his boobs pressed down on his forearms. Perhaps he should work on that as well. Accepting his female body a bit better. Until that point, Harry had accepted his new body in theory, but in practice he didn't pay all that much attention to it, aside from the necessary things he couldn't ignore.

That was a lot to suddenly accept, Harry realized as he resumed his walk. Accepting Tom Riddle for who he was now and not for who he once was in a life that didn't even exist anymore. Accepting Tom's crush on him and figuring out what to do with that. And paying a bit more attention to his new body, instead of mostly ignoring it.

An hour later Harry entered the castle again and made his way to Ravenclaw Tower. Thankfully his roommates were nowhere to be seen, which gave Harry all the privacy he needed for what he wanted to do. Which was to get in touch with his own body. Harry cast a locking charm on the bathroom door, conjured a life-sized mirror that he stood up against the wall and then undressed himself. Up until that point, Harry had avoided looking at most of his reflection except for his new face most of the time. But perhaps it was time that Harry took a good look at his new body, to help him start thinking of it as his own instead of as Harriet's.

Because that was something that Harry still did most of the time, whenever he was confronted with his own boobs or his own cunt. They were never his, but always Harriet's.

Not anymore.

Harry placed his hands on his boobs while he stared at himself in the mirror. That felt pretty good, to be honest. Harry pinched his nipples, but that was a bit too much and he winced. Then he caressed his nipples, and yeah, that was nice. Very nice. Then Harry moved his hands across his tummy towards his thighs and he gave them a bit of a massage before moving towards his private parts. He tried spreading his lips but standing up like that he couldn't really see anything down there.

With a wave of his wand, Harry vanished the mirror and checked with a charm to see if there was anyone in the dormitory. There wasn't, and Harry picked up his discarded clothes and hurried butt naked to his own bed. He closed and warded the curtains and sat back against his pillows. Then he conjured a hand mirror and spread his legs, holding the mirror at an angle that gave him a perfect view of his own privates.

Now Harry had seen his fair share of cunts and in his honest opinion his own cunt was quite a pretty one. Nice and delicate lips, a pert little clit, all framed by dark curls. Harry slid his middle finger inside his vagina but that felt mostly dry and didn't really do anything for him. Then he ran his fingers over his clit a few times as he examined his lips and oh fuck yeah, that's where it was at.

Harry made himself a little more comfortable and while keeping a close eye on the mirror, Harry started masturbating for real, finding a delightful rhythm as he moved his middle finger around and over his clit in tight little circles. Before long, Harry couldn't keep his eyes open as his breathing picked up and his pleasure started to build. Fuck, but his body was responsive as hell and Harry's orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave and it went on and on and on until his pleasure finally ebbed away, leaving him out of breath with a throbbing cunt. Harry stuck his middle finger inside his vagina again, finding it sopping wet and feeling a whole lot better than it had before.

While he'd been masturbating, Harry hadn't really thought about anything in particular, but now he couldn't stop remembering that dream. The image of Tom leaning over him, naked and hard, before sliding his cock inside Harry's body, did things to Harry's privates, which if anything started throbbing harder.

Harry quickly conjured a simple dildo which he carefully slid inside and then moved it in and out of his body with a few gestures of his left hand while he brought his right hand up to play with his clit again.

Oh fuck yeah! This was fucking amazing. The feeling of something thick and hard moving inside his vagina was fucking mind-blowing in combination with the pleasure building behind his clit.

Holy crap, but Harry seriously needed to get laid in his new body! Just imagining a real cock fucking him sent Harry straight over the edge, his orgasm much more intense now that his vagina was being stimulated as well.

Yeah, so while Harry would probably always miss his dick on some level, he now knew that fucking while in a female body was not going to be a problem for him. At all. In fact, the sooner the better as far as Harry was concerned.

Harry remained in his bed, examining his cunt in the mirror some more, loving how the dildo looked fucking him slow and fucking him hard. Harry was also amazed how wet he got. Like sopping wet, and those slick sounds only added to his arousal. Harry came two more times and by then his entire cunt felt raw and far too sensitive to the touch so Harry vanished the dildo and lay back with a disappointed sigh.

So, it appeared that he had found a new hobby. A way to keep himself entertained at the very least. Because Harry knew without a doubt that he'd be fucking himself every single day from then on, if he could get away with it. And Harry was also suddenly far more interested in the fact that Tom had a crush on him and would probably at some point like to fuck Harry, and after all the amazing pleasure Harry had just experienced, he was pretty fucking sure he'd let Tom do so in a heartbeat.

For some reason, Harry's mind conjured up a vision of Tom lying between Harry's legs with his face buried in Harry's cunt, tongue lapping diligently at Harry's clit.

Fucking hell, Harry's body started throbbing again, but Harry rolled over with a groan. No, no more. His clit hurt. He was done for now. But perhaps that night, before going to sleep, Harry could conjure up that vision again and have a little fun with it.

Harry cleaned himself up with a couple of charms and got dressed again. Thankfully there still wasn't anyone in the dormitory and Harry made his way down to the Great Hall while his body felt pleasantly sore and Harry himself was a whole lot more relaxed.

"Tom said you went to take a walk," Myrtle said with an inquisitive look as Harry gingerly sat down beside her. His body really felt raw down there. "Did if help? Feel more relaxed?"

"Oh yeah," Harry said with a satisfied grin. "I haven't been this relaxed in a very long time."

Tom sat down at the Slytherin table and quirked an eyebrow at Harry, who managed to keep a mostly straight face even though his brain was now coming up with all sorts of filthy scenarios featuring them both in the Room of Requirement. It was like the hormonal floodgates had opened now that Harry finally allowed himself to think such thoughts about Tom. And about himself in the first place, because up until that morning Harry had studiously ignored any thoughts about sex in the first place.

"Did you get hurt?" Tom asked with a worried little frown as he fell into step with Harry on their way to the library after lunch. "You're walking a bit funny."

It took Harry almost all his strength not to blush so hard his cheeks might actually catch fire. "Just slipped. Might have strained something. Nothing serious."

"Good," Tom said, giving Harry a sappy little smile and how the fuck had Harry not noticed those kind of looks before. Tom had been giving Harry them since the start of Hogwarts, Harry realized that now. "You look a lot less stressed than this morning, at least."

"Hm." Harry said, his stupid mind going back to the image of Tom licking his clit. "I really needed the… exercise as it turns out. I'm much better now."

"I can tell," Tom said with a chuckle. "You're practically glowing."

"The wind was…er…pretty intense," Harry muttered, quickly looking away. This was ridiculous. Why couldn't he stop thinking about sex? Was this even a thing girls did? Think about sex that often? Or at all? Or was this because Harry had been a man once upon a time, that his brain now fixated on fucking as much as it did.

Did Tom think the same things about Harry? Was Tom at that moment thinking about Harry's mouth around his cock?

Harry briefly squeezed his eyes shut to try to clear his stupid mind but it didn't work until he slammed his Occlumency shields up with all the strength he had left. My god, those teenage hormones were really, truly overwhelming at times, and Harry had completely forgotten how bad it could be. And apparently they were just as overwhelming for girls as they were for boys.

Once in the library, Harry sat down and then considered what to even do. He'd finished his homework and he had plenty of charms memorized he could use in their upcoming duel in Defence. Tom gave him a curious look but Harry ignored him and pulled out Mrs Ashford from his bag, since he was always able to find some kind of interesting magic to read about inside her depths. Tom opened a book of his own, while Myrtle sat down opposite them and waved Annabel over, who was by herself for once.

"Lukas is flying, preparing to try out for the Quidditch team next week," Annabel said as she got out a few books of her own. Harry nodded in understanding, a small part of him envious that Lukas got to try out for Quidditch. But Harriet had never shown any interest in Quidditch in the first place, nor any particular talent on a broom. And Harry had already changed so much about Harriet and her previous life that suddenly becoming a start Quidditch player was really pushing it.

Besides, Harry now had found a different physical outlet for his excess energy. And holy fuck, he really needed to stop thinking about sex for one fucking minute.

Harry opened Mrs Ashford and mindlessly paged through the book until he ended up in the personal charms section. He read up on a few more cosmetics charms, since he'd enjoyed using some the previous evening, and he looked up a few more hairstyling charms so he might try a few more things with his long hair. And then he came across the section about contraceptives and his heart missed a couple of beats.

He could get pregnant.

His current body could actually get pregnant.

Harry's eyes widened in acute alarm as he stared down at the pages in front of him. Mrs Ashford recommended always using two different forms of contraceptives to be completely safe. A potion and a charm. Which is what Harry had always done in his previous life, especially after a few witches had tried to baby trap him by cancelling contraceptive charms mid-fuck.

But now things were even worse. Because now Harry's body could actually become pregnant. Yeah, Harry knew a potion to take after having unprotected sex, so he wasn't without recourses, but what if he didn't notice he was pregnant in time to take the potion? Harry shuddered. He'd never been interested in having children in his previous life, knowing he was far too messed up to properly raise them. Hell, he couldn't even make a single romantic relationship work. What the hell was he going to do with a child?

Harry vowed right there and then to start brewing the contraceptive potion as soon as possible and to take it every month from that moment on, no matter if he was actually having sex or not. And when he did finally fuck Tom, he'd use an additional contraceptive charm just to be sure.

Heaving a deep sigh, Harry read on and found himself in a section about lubrication charms, which he doubted he needed anytime soon, since his body seemed to be able to get very, very wet just fine on its own. The next section contained 'personal relaxation charms', which Harry had never heard of. That was until he read on and realized they were charms to use during masturbation and Harry immediately memorized the page number so he could put those charms to good use later that night in bed.

It was at this point that Harry noticed Tom sitting very close. Glancing up, Harry saw that Tom was once again reading over Harry's arm, which Harry had wrapped around his book protectively.

Tom's expression was an interesting combination of wide, slightly shocked eyes and a terribly smug little smirk.

"Get your own book!" Harry snarled, cheeks heating rapidly as he yanked Mrs Ashford away from Tom with far too much force, sliding her off the table entirely. "Fuck!" Harry jumped up and quickly snatched Mrs Ashford up from the floor, slamming the book shut before the entire fucking library would notice he was reading about masturbatory charms. The fact that Tom knew was bad enough, that fucking dildo.

Tom cleared his throat as Harry slid back into her seat. "I'm not entirely sure how one would use those kind of charms during a duel," Tom mumbled, obviously trying very hard not to grin as he ducked his head and glanced at Harry sideways. "As a distraction perhaps? Though I'm sure Merrythought would have a thing or two to say about you jerking your opponent off during a duel in class." And at that point, Tom could no longer control his adolescent sense of humour and leaned his forehead on the table while his shoulder shook with laughter.

Sighing, Harry bit his lip and stared up at the ceiling. Myrtle and Annabel exchanged a wide-eyed look that said a thousand things about both Harry and Tom and none of them were probably correct.

The worst thing of all was that a small voice in Harry's mind was cheering these recent developments on because they gave Harry a perfect excuse to talk to Tom about sex, which in turn might lead to them actually having sex. Harry silenced that voice as best as he could. Even he, horny as he suddenly found himself, understood that was moving far too fast for anyone's well-being.

Thankfully, Tom recovered from his childish reactions and Harry spent the rest of the afternoon reading about cooking charms, just to make sure Tom wouldn't be able to see anything inappropriate anymore.

Right after dinner, Harry excused himself to Myrtle and then spent an hour in the Room of Requirement brewing a few doses of the contraceptive potion, which he stored away carefully. He'd take the first potion at the start of his next period and then he'd have one layer of protection firmly in place. As Harry tucked his potions supplies away again his thoughts changed, transforming once again in images of Tom naked and hard and lowering Harry onto a large bed, ready to fuck him into oblivion.

Concentrating for a moment, Harry changed the room from a small potions lab into an opulent bedroom with a huge four poster bed. Harry refused to feel embarrassed about wanting to explore his own body. He'd not done so in months and now he finally felt comfortable enough with himself that he was ready to see what his own body could do.

There was nothing wrong with that.

Harry undressed and crawled on top of the bed and summoned his bag. He pulled out Mrs Ashford and found the right page in moments.

One personal relaxation charm promised soft yet firm strokes in just the right places. Harry lay back and cast the charm and immediately released a shriek at the unexpected sensation. It felt as though someone moved a warm, wet sponge up and down right over his clit. It was an amazing feeling and Harry quickly conjured a dildo and slowly worked it inside his body while he enjoyed the new sensations on his clit. He had to recast the charm a few more times until he finally screamed out in sheer delight as his body climaxed harder than it had done before.

Harry lay panting, body covered in sweat, and wondered if he'd ever be able to be productive again in his life because he was sure that from that moment on all he'd be able to think about was doing more of what he'd just done.

It had not been this bad when he'd been fifteen in his first life, Harry told himself. Then he remembered how often he'd wanked when he was thirteen and fourteen and fifteen. In bed before going to sleep, in bed before getting up, in the shower, even in the toilet during breaks sometimes. The only reason Harry hadn't gotten more creative with magic back then to help him getting off was because he hadn't realized one could use magic for such a purpose. That wasn't something he'd learned until he'd started fucking Ginny and she had told him about it. They'd experimented with sex magic quite a few times during their relationship. So it made sense that Harry was now far more comfortable with using magic while getting off.

Closing his eyes as he relaxed completely, Harry trailed his hands across his breasts, dildo still buried deep inside of him. His thoughts went back to Tom almost immediately, and Harry imagined Tom lying in bed in the Slytherin dormitories, thinking about Harry. Tom might push his blankets away, pull his hard cock out of his pyjama pants and give it a few slow strokes while he imagined thrusting his cock inside Harry's wet cunt.

Oh yeah, Harry's body started throbbing much more vigorously again and Harry was ready for round two. He used the charm again to stimulate his clit while he fucked himself harder and harder with the dildo, amazed at the full body shivers and tingles that produced. His entire body felt ready to erupt when he finally came to thoughts of Tom urging Harry onto his hands and knees and fucking him relentlessly from behind.

As he came down from his climax, his body twitching and shivering with retreating pleasure, Harry wondered why he kept thinking about Tom. There were other handsome blokes in the school. Not to mention plenty of beautiful girls Harry wouldn't mind eating out. In his previous life Harry had no problems using anyone and everyone in his private fantasies over the years.

Yet whenever Harry imagined having sex with anyone else now, all he thought about was Tom. There was no one else who came even close to Tom's desirability.

Harry sat up at once, eyes wide as he realized why he only thought about Tom Riddle when it came to having sex.

Fucking hell. It seemed Tom was not the only one with a serious crush.