Hey all, the characters I'm about to use are owned by J K Rowling and I'm just doing this for fun, please don't sue.
"Finally," Tracey said leaning back with a smirk, "How about we start out easy for the poor Puff. I dare you to take a shot of firewhiskey every time you chicken out with a truth for the rest of the game."
"Bring it," Hannah replied, gaining a competitive edge to her normally relaxed features. "Harry, how about it, truth or dare?"
"I'm not nearly ready for a dare yet, so do your worst," Harry replied easily working of his first drink even as it was going to his head thanks to his lithe frame.
"Fine by me, since we've just established you're a 'total bottom'", She said making air quotes, "How soon until you start taking some lessons from the other girls and femboys in the relief chambers since they seem to be more your role models?" Hannah finished thinking of one curvy Weasley in particular.
"I'm not sure, depends on the potions and hormones I suppose. I know we're allowed in there this year and it'll be hard to resist. I remember Madam Pomfrey saying depending on your magic level." Harry honestly answered with a noticeable blush and a faraway look.
"Too true Harry. Knowing what I do about you I wouldn't be surprised if Mrs. Weasley had to take you under her wing before the summer ended given how much magic you have." Hermione replied thinking fondly of some of Harry's more impressive magical feats here during the last couple of years.
"I'm with you, Hermione. I'm surprised it hasn't happened already." Tracey noted with a critical eye toward the only male in the room. "Where do you lie on the power spectrum, Harry?" She asked knowing the speculation she and Daphne had had over the last year.
"Don't know, you know the spell to check?" Harry asked, getting a nod in return, "Then I dare you to check for me."
"Lame but sure," Tracey said using not the ebony "wand" she still had from Harry but her regular one. As she read the result though her mouth hung open as she dropped both.
"What is it girl, spit it out," Hannah said, shaking her friend a little worried.
"You're sure the medwizard didn't say anything to you or Mrs. Weasley," Tracey asked still in shock. After receiving a shake of the head she went on drooling a little, "Harry, most adults range from 1 - 10 on the Merlin scale. Going past that in batches of tens are the high witches and wizards, warlocks, high warlocks, sorcerers, high sorcerers, mages, high mages, magus, high magus, and finally, theoretically goddesses and gods." Tracey clarified.
"Harry, you're in the warlock range already." Tracey said finally, making Hannah's eyes go wide and Hermione take on a thoughtful look even as the Slytherin in her was turned on by the 'opportunities' before her.
"But that can't be, he's only been through one of his magical puberties," Hermione stated with a faraway look in her eye even as they darted around, almost like she was reading some far away text.
"Exactly," Tracey said, wiping away the drool from her mouth, "He's still got two more to go."
"And what exactly does that mean for me," Harry asked confused by all of this even as the last bit of the conversation went over his pretty little head.
"Harry, most Auras are high witches and wizards, a few, and I do mean a few, of the higher-ups would be a warlock like you and someone like Dumbledore or You Know Who would be something like a sorcerer," Tracey answered her friend with something approaching awe.
"Magical puberty on the other hand," Hermione steps in, "Happens around your thirteenth, sixteenth, and twenty-first birthdays and your power doubles when they happen." Hermione continued with a blush now eyeing the fallen sex toy. "Usually your sex drive increases with your magic, particularly as you adjust to it. In general though, the more powerful the witch or wizard, the higher the sex drive," She finished unable to stop her mind from imagining her friend in a couple of years.
"Wait, so you're telling me it's going to get worse," Harry exclaimed even as his libido was kicking in ever since he got a little tipsy and his precious toy rolled closer to him.
Hermione reaches over and pats him on the thigh, "It's ok, we'll help you get through it. Plus that's what the relief chambers are for, you'll just have to join them a little more often than others."
"Too right," Tracey said finally recovered, if not having it totally sink in. "Hermione, truth or dare?" She asks, trying to get things back on track, giving Hermione a daring look.
"Dare," Hermione responded, rising to the challenge.
"All right, let's see if you've got the courage of a lion. Let's see you take a nice, long lick of this." She says picking Harry's ebony wand back up.
"Well, I mean … ," Hermione blushed before reaching out for it. "It has to have some self-cleaning charms on it" Hermione almost murmurs before sticking her tongue out and giving a tentative, but long, wet lick from base to tip. As she did the runes lit up with magic under her touch and as she went Hermione's eyes fluttered as she let out a moan at the end.
"Damn, that tastes good." Hermione lets out as she looks around. Hannah's jaw dropped, Tracey had a smug look, and Harry looks at the 'wand' questioning with a little lust before leaning forward and licking it himself, experiencing the same reaction.
"You're right, the magic feels so good and it tastes like chocolate." He says, smacking his plump lips.
"I know, right," Hermione said, wondering if she'd develop an oral fixation. "Alright, Hannah, truth or dare?"
"You kidding me, after that little display from the two most feminine magic users here, dare," Hannah replied confidently.
"Alright then, how about you take off that top for the rest of the game," Hermione said with a smirk, having to move the chocolate wand away from Harry and herself before they started licking again.
"Easy," Hannah said, removing her top revealing a modest, if not as developed as Susan, rack clad in a black bra. Turning to Harry she couldn't help it as she saw his distracted, almost clouded eye, and asked, "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Harry proclaimed, taking another swig of his liquid courage.
"Why don't you see if the Weasleys have any more toys that could help us spice up the evening," she asked with a giggle.
"O...ok," Harry replied, suddenly a bit more nervous.
Exiting the room he headed across the hall to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's room and knocked before popping his head in. Inside the voluptuous Mrs. Weasley was getting dressed in a tinny, see-through, black nightie with crotchless underwear displaying her mammoth mammary glands, thick ass, extremely wide and plugged hole, and swinging half-erect cock. The sight took the slightly tipsy and already turned on Harry and sent his hormones into overdrive as his little cocklette tented his panties and he licks his lips.
"Is there something I can do for you Harry," Molly asked with an amused smile on her face thinking 'I've still got it'
"Yeah, uhm… some of the girls were… wondering if we had… some guest toys available… " Harry managed to get out, all while unable to take his eyes off of the goddess before him.
"Sure sweety, toys are in the chest over there, help yourself to whatever you'd like. Just remember, you all are probably not ready for some of the… more advanced stuff." Molly offered even as her cock throbbed to life, seeing Harry's cute little tent forming in the front of the silk nightie he treasured so much.
Bending over to root around in the trunk left Harry on full display as he wiggled from side to side, unconsciously, for Mrs. Weasley's enjoyment. Harry grabbed another few dildos ranging from six inches to ten, a few butt plugs, a harness, and a larger double-ended dong just in case. As he rose, treasure in hand he noticed Mrs. Weasley's full glory and couldn't help it. "Thanks Mrs. Weasley, you're the best. After tonight I think we might have to have a little talk. Some way for me to… show my gratitude the girls brought up." Harry managed to get out with a wink before heading out.
As he left Molley only had one though. Arther better get up here now!
Returning victorious Harry splayed out the many toys they'd have for tonight out onto the bed for all to see. Tracey let out a whistle as she finished a shot of firewhisky and proclaimed, "Damn Potter, I didn't realize the Weasleys were so well stalked."
"Well Davis, what can I say, apparently Molly has quite the appetite," Harry replied fondling one of the dildos he brought back over. "Speaking of which, Hermione, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Hermione chose, emboldened by the intoxicants going through her system and the toys laid out before her.
"Alright then, how about a little striptease," Harry asked, turning on the wizarding wireless as some sweet jazz began to play.
"Alright, you're on, but only if you join," Hermione counter-offered, taking two shots from Tracey and offering one to Harry.
"Fine, but only if that counts as your dare." Harry replied, taking the shot and downing it.
Loosened up by the free-flowing booze and the amazing day they just had Harry and Hermione start swaying in time with the music as they rub their hands on their own curves and each other. Harry, in particular, enjoy's Hermione's touch on his ass as they slink out of their outer covering and Hermione giggles, giving his rounder, more protruding ass cheek a good-natured slap for their enraptured audience. Slowly Hermione removes her top showing off her butting B - cups and they both pull down their panties simultaneously.
Hermione it turns out, was bigger than Harry, standing out proudly at seven inches with a respectable width of an inch and a half. Harry, on the other hand, had a larger set of testicles, already swollen with excitement from earlier on in the night.
Together they finished with a sloppy, alcohol-fuelled, kiss as Harry cupped Hermione's left breast and Hermione fondled his ass and cupped his golf ball sized balls. As they separated but left their hands on each other and a string of saliva connecting them, they looked at each other through half hooded eyes saying, "Whoa." Before turning to the wide-eyed and turned on Hannah and Tracey and Harry asked the all-important question, "Tracey, truth or dare.
And I'm alive! Yes, this story is not abandoned, life just… got away from me. Hope you're all doing well and staying safe. I know I said I'd finish the sleepover this chapter but I've got so many ideas and couldn't fit it in while explaining the extra horniness to come with a power system taker from The Venom Peddler, an excellent read, that I thought fit the world I had been building. Yes, Harry is freakishly magically powerful but most of it I see being self-reflected, making him sturdier than his frame would suggest. Comment your thought on the chapter and how you think it turned out, getting the rust off again is always so fun. Until next time, read more smut.