A Lovers Trist

As we arrive at the Burrow, Mr. Weasley asks me if I can spend some time with Ginny as she has a mild infatuation with him as he so eloquently put it. I agree as Ginny is actually quite cute and when I have had the chance to talk to her, funny.

We walk through the front door and I realize that im taller than Mr Weasley as I had to crouch and he didn't. I stand now well over 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and nearly and eight pack of abs with sexy golden hair that Cora loved raking her hands through when we were making the beast with two backs, she also had her friend called Meghan join in on the action and she also loved to touch my golden mane and tell me she loved me, I reciprocated.

My hair still had this windswept bad boy look to it that I liked immensely.

"Harry!" the matriarch of the Burrow exclaimed. "I like your hair, it's gorgeous, how have you been?"

"Ive been good Mrs Weasley, thank you" I reply in my husky deepened and yet alluring voice. She sends me up to Ron's room with a smile on her face saying that dinner will be ready quite soon.

I walk into Ron's room and find him and Hermione scheming away on a homework assignment. Luckily, I brought my invisibility cloak and slip that one before I'd even entered and decide to play a little game on the two of them.

"What is the incantation for the severing spell" Hermione huffs realizing that she doesn't know.

In a voice that only she would be able to hear I say "Sweet Hermione, its diffindo" I was so close that she could smell my scent that was so addicting to girls and some guys at times. I shiver at the thought of guys liking me.

Hermione blushes and moans "Its Diffindo" and I whisper "Good girl" and take off my cloak and they both jump back at the sight of me.

"HARRY!" they shout in tandom, and I laugh. Hermione being her usual self, starts to shout without actually looking at me. I grab her shoulders and steady her. She blushes like usual when I meet a girl for the first time but as I've changed a lot its similar to meeting a new person.

"Wh-What happened t-to y-your hair" she stutters. I tell her that I felt like changing it to a dirty blonde colour by dying it at a muggle hairdresser. Which was a lie as I'd come to learn that I was a cross-breed between a incubus and a veela. I came into possession of my parents diaries when I was in diagon alley two weeks ago. In them explained exactly what my mum and dad were. My dad wasn't an incubus but could pass the gene down to his heir, being me. But my mum was a pureblooded French veela explaining the sudden appearance of blonde hair. When they had me, I became what was known as a child of Freyja meaning that the goddess herself blessed my parents of different species to have a child thus making them my biological parent but making Freyja what is called my true mother.

But I didn't want anyone to know as I'm technically a dark creature in Britain. "Hi Mione, Ron" I say "How've you been" they give me an incredulous look as if to say explain.

"Harry, how are you this hot, I mean wow, your dreamy" asks Hermione and immediately wonders why she said that. So, in my best shit eating grin I say "It was all for you Mione". The effect of this was for her to moan and run out of the room.

"Well that went well" I say to Ron.

"How did you do that, I mean Mione isn't the type of person run away all bothered like that, but mate your built like a brick shit-house". I laugh and explain to him that I've been working out over the summer to increase my chances with girls. He agree's and says it will work.

"It already has" I tell him, and all about Cora and Meghan and our lovers' trysts all over surrey. He tells me to have fun but leave a girl called Lavender Brown because he wants to ask her out and doesn't want me "stealing" her.

I promise to help him in his quest to find a girl.

Then I leave Ron to his homework in hope of finding his sister Ginny who I really want to fuck. I knock on her door and she tells me to come in.

"AHHHH! I'm naked, I thought it was Hermione" she explains.

"It's ok Gin" I tell her in a soothing voice "Get a towel around yourself and I'll talk to you".

"Har-ry is that you "she asks disbelievingly. I tell her "Of course it is princess" she blushes.

We sit down on her bed and talk for the next hour or so with her occasionally sneaking glances at my face. I decide to play on her feelings and ask her to get me a glass of water. She complies without question and I mutter I silent and weak tripping jinx that I learned from the diaries of my parents. She spills the drink on my tight shirt and my plan had worked. Ginny starts to apologize but I quickly take off my shirt and reveal my chiseled body. She oogles it for a while and I tell her its ok to touch me. She starts to rub all over my body and squeeze my stomach. I start to kiss down her neck and grab her waist but she moves my hand onto her recently developed arse.

I slip off her clothes and she does the same to me admiring every part of the boy-who-lived and his 9" shaft. You can imagine what happened after that in which she came 7 times.

Afterwards she reveled in her post-orgasmic bliss with her sweaty exhausted body clung to me like an ant to sugar.