The Six Million Galleon Man
Chapter 12
Harry watched on as Hermione tore through one of her many potions books. He wasn't admiring her for her love of reading. He was looking at her because she was lying on the bed on her belly wearing the tiniest panties imaginable. He noticed that since the three girls began spending a lot of time in their Headquarters, their underwear had been getting smaller and sexier. He definitely wasn't complaining.
Harry's eyes wandered over the bump of her perfectly smooth bottom and the length of her shapely legs. Even her naked back was beautifully graceful. She suddenly squealed happily and wrote something down in her notebook.
"I found another use for the seeds!" she chirped, looking up at him with happy eyes. Hermione had obviously been ecstatic when he brought back the seeds of the Ficedula Aurea flower. She had almost been too excited to fall asleep that night. Harry was more than happy to help wear her out. Just then, Daphne slipped into the room. Ginny was hanging out with some of her friends that day and would be sleeping in her dorm that night to keep up appearances. Daphne tossed her bag down and got onto the bed next to Hermione. She was equally intrigued by the uses of the seeds. Once they were done with their research, the group would decide on the best use for them. Harry got up and joined them. Moving behind Daphne, he removed her school robe and placed it on a side table. Next, he put his hands on her shoulders and began to give her a massage while focusing his weak Veela powers on her. Immediately, her eyes fluttered, and she let out a cute, little moan of pleasure.
"That feels really good, Harry!" she gasped while he worked her sore muscles.
"How are things with Tracey? I haven't been able to get her alone," Harry told her.
"She's fine but getting suspicious since I'm gone so much. I was thinking that I might help you out with the problem of finding her alone," Daphne moaned.
"Oh?" Harry asked, reaching around to unbutton her shirt. Daphne helped him and was quickly stripped down to her bra. As the latch popped open, she lowered her arms and let him remove that as well. She leaned back against him as his hands explored her taut belly and perky tits.
"Yeah," she shuddered. "After dinner tonight, I'll take her to the library to study. When you see me get up to go find a book, that will give you the perfect opportunity to work your magic on her," Daphne explained.
"Good plan," Harry complimented her. Daphne mewled as he began removing her skirt as well.
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"There they are!" Hermione whispered in his ear. She would never miss an opportunity to go to the library. Daphne and Tracey were right where Daphne had said they would be. They were at their usual spot in the far left corner of the library. Hardly anyone ever came back there. Most of the books were on Arithmancy, a subject most avoided. Harry checked his watch with Hermione looking as well.
"Only a few more minutes until she leaves," she whispered. "I'll go look for more potions books and leave you to it. Good luck!" she said, kissing him on the cheek. Once Hermione was gone, Harry went back to looking at the two girls through a gap in the bookcase. He saw Daphne subtly check the time and get up. She quietly said something to Tracey and left. He gave it a minute or so to avoid making it look staged. Moving around the side, he pretended to just walk up and bump into her.
"Oh!" Harry jumped in surprise as he came around the corner. "Hey! Umm … Tracey, right?"
Tracey had been feeling the effects of him being close by, but now that she was face to face with him, she couldn't focus on anything but the unique sensation that his body produced. Immediately, her face turned red, and she began to stutter.
"Oh … umm … Hi … I mean … Hello!" she stuttered as her eyes glazed. Harry smiled at her which only made her face turn redder.
"What are you doing here alone?" he asked, inviting himself by sitting in Daphne's vacant chair. Tracey was too much of a mess to complain.
"Uh … I'm not … Daphne … She's here somewhere," she said, breathing heavily.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, pretending to be concerned about her health. He scooted his chair so close to her that their knees were touching.
"I'm not …" She was cut off by Harry placing his hand on her cheek. Tracey gasped and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers gently glide over her burning hot skin. She could feel his fingertips dancing on the delicate skin of her neck. "Your skin feels hot," she heard him say.
Harry smirked as he watched her lean into him further, her eyes closed as she relished in the sensation. It seemed that she was even more affected by his strange Allure than Daphne was. Like Daphne, Tracey had black hair that went just past her shoulders. She had pale, cream-colored skin and a cute face. She wasn't as classically beautiful as Daphne, but she was very pretty. When his fingers tickled the back of her neck, she practically fell forward into his arms.
"You feel faint?" Harry asked as he steadied her. "Maybe I need to take you to Madam Pomfrey," Harry said. Tracey shook her head but couldn't say anything without letting out a moan. As his hands continued to caress her skin, Tracey simply couldn't handle it anymore.
"OH!" she squeaked and her hips bucked. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a squeal as she squirmed around in her seat. Tracey couldn't believe it. She was cumming from simple skin-to-skin contact! The worst part was that she could see that Potter now understood.
"Oh, I see," he smirked at her, causing her to wish that she could curl up and die. "My, my! I had no idea that you Slytherin girls were so naughty. I would have found you sooner had I known!" Harry chirped. "How about I make you feel really good?" he asked, as he pulled her onto his lap.
"Potter! What are you … EEP!" she gasped as his hand slid inside of her robe and underneath her skirt. His hand was now cupping the crotch of her panties which were soaked completely through. She wanted to admonish him, but couldn't bring herself to do so. The way he stroked her covered slit was mind-blowing to her.
"You may want to keep it down," he gave her some solid advice. "We're far in the back, but it's possible that someone will hear us," he said softly into her ear. Tracey covered her mouth with her hand as Harry's hand was stuffed down the front of her panties. Tracey kept her legs apart as two of his fingers nestled their way between her damp lips. Once inside, her walls hugged them tightly as they curled upward. The sudden, intense pleasure that overcame her made her back bow. When his thumb started flicking back and forth over her throbbing clit, she let out a muffled squeal.
Tracey couldn't believe that she was allowing this to happen. She should slap Potter across the face and go find Daphne, but her body was betraying her. She desperately wanted what he was giving her. Her walls fluttered around his curling fingers. Her g-spot throbbed as he repeatedly stimulated it, and her clit was engorged and throbbing from his thumb brushing over it. The fact that all of this was going on in the school library didn't escape her. Her heart was hammering in her chest, scared that Daphne would catch her … or heaven forbid, someone else. At the moment, she just couldn't get her body to do what her brain was telling it. Instead, copious amounts of fluid were leaking from her slutty pussy and drenching his thrusting fingers. Harry wasn't taking it easy on her either. Her lower half was being jerked around as he violently finger-fucked her right there at the table.
Tracey's vision was getting blurry. She was feeling too much pleasure, and she was beginning to hyperventilate. "H-Harry!" she cried out, grabbing his forearm as her walls squeezed him tightly. Her body violently jerked and bucked as she came around his fingers. Harry only prolonged it by gently rubbing circles over her swollen clit. Her body jerked every time his thumb would flick over her throbbing bead. "S-Stop! It's too much!" she begged, squeezing his hand between her thighs.
"Okay … but you owe me a good time," he told her pointedly. Tracey had no idea why she shyly replied, "A-Alright."
Harry pulled his wet fingers from her and kissed her deeply. Tracey couldn't believe the nerve of him when instead of removing his hand from underneath her robe, he instead slid it up her belly and under her shirt. He gave her bra-clad breast a squeeze right before breaking their kiss. And just like that, he got up, removed her from his lap, and walked away. Tracey stood there in disbelief at what had just happened. Hearing a disturbance in the distance, her brain started working again. She straightened her clothes and waved her hands around, trying to get rid of the smell of her wet pussy. When Daphne came back, Tracey was glad that she didn't suspect a thing.
"Got your book?" Tracey chirped, trying not to let on that she was rubbing her wet thighs together. Her pussy was still contracting as she suffered through her orgasm.
"Yes, I found it," Daphne told her, holding up the thick tome for her to see. "You alright?" she asked. Tracey nodded rapidly, hoping that she wouldn't continue to question why she was acting strangely. "Okay. Do you want to go back to our room?"
"Sure. Let's go," she squeaked while trying to walk normally. It was hard when beads of arousal were dripping down the insides of her thighs.
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"You must have done a number on her," Daphne stated the following day. She walked into the room while Harry was laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head. He was completely nude while being sucked off by an equally nude, Ginny Weasley. Ginny was on her knees and leaning over him, bobbing her head up and down. Daphne's eyes focused momentarily on her ass which was up in the air. Her bald pussy lips were slick with arousal. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, and it was making Daphne extremely horny.
"Why do you say that?" he asked, running his fingers through Ginny's lovely, red hair. Daphne quickly stripped down and crawled onto the bed. She let her hand glide over Ginny's silky smooth skin, making the girl shudder.
"She was acting spaced-out all night long. It was like she had her head in the clouds," Daphne told him, joining Ginny's side. Ginny pulled off his cock and offered it to her. Daphne grabbed the base and stroked him a few times, rubbing Ginny's saliva into his skin. Leaning down, she kissed the head before licking him from his balls, up to the tip of his cock.
"He has that effect on us," Ginny said, laying back and spreading her legs. Harry watched as she began toying with her pink, overheated pussy.
"He certainly had an effect on her," Daphne said. "Where's the bookworm?"
"It's Hermione's turn to stay in her dorm room tonight. She doesn't want to make everyone suspicious," Ginny told her as she used two of her fingers to spread her lips apart, showing Harry her light pink insides. She then used another finger to rub her hard, little bead. Ginny moaned loudly, drawing Daphne's gaze.
"Can't you get enough?" Daphne asked the redhead. "You're always horny."
"I can't help it!" Ginny moaned, flicking her fingers over her clit rapidly. "Just being around him makes me want to fuck!" she admitted without shame. Daphne's cheeks turned pink. Mainly because she felt the same way, only she was a bit more moderate in her responses.
The following day, Tracey was trying to avoid Daphne. Daphne, of course, knew what she was doing and why she was doing it, so she just went along with it. Tracey was using her alone time to stalk Harry Potter. The previous night, she lay in bed trying to sleep while thinking nonstop about what had transpired between them. All she could think about was how his hands made her feel. As she lay there, she could almost feel his hands playing with her sensitive skin. At some point, she even removed her clothes and started grinding herself against one of her pillows to help relieve the pressure. Daphne was right … He had done a number on the poor girl.
When she woke up, her first thoughts were about the boy in question. The fact that she couldn't get him out of her head really irritated her. At that point, she felt she had no choice but to learn more about him. Perhaps she could figure out why he had such an effect on her. Thankfully, it was Saturday, and they didn't have classes. It took a while for her to find him, and when she did, he followed at a distance. Peeking around the corner, she saw him going into an old classroom for the second time that day. By then, she was wondering what he was doing in there. Sneaking up to the door, she quietly pressed her ear against it, hoping to find any clue that she could. She heard nothing.
"AAAAH!" she cried out, falling over as Harry opened the door. She landed inside the room in a crumpled heap.
"Tracey? Is that you?" she heard him ask. Embarrassed, she had no other choice but to answer.
"Yeah," she said in a resigned voice.
Harry smirked knowing that she couldn't see his face. Daphne had informed him that Tracey was going to be spying on him or trying to meet up with him. When he saw her in several different places around the castle, he knew that she was indeed following him. He made sure that the other girls stayed away from their HQ that day to give him time alone with his stalker.
She rolled from her side onto her bottom. Harry leaned over and grabbed her hands. Giving a pull, she was lifted back to her feet. Tracey took a step and winced.
"Did you get hurt?" Harry asked. He felt bad. He didn't mean to hurt the girl with his door-opening stunt.
"My hip," she said, rubbing it. Since she could walk without screaming in pain, Harry knew that she wasn't seriously injured. It was likely a bruise. That eased his mind. Even so, he felt that he needed to repay her for his misdeed. Harry closed the door to the room.
"Let me see and make sure," Harry told her. Tracey's heart was hammering as he led her over to a very large and comfortable-looking bed. Why was a bed in this old classroom? Why did it look as if he lived there? There were a lot of questions that needed to be answered. Right then, however, she couldn't focus on any of that. Right then, she was too focused on the fact that he sat her on the bed and took her trainers off. Next, he grabbed the button on her jeans and undid it. Just that alone made her pussy convulse with need. Images of what had happened the previous day were flashing through her mind. Her mind was telling her to slow things down, but her body was telling her mind to "shut the fuck up". When he began tugging her tight jeans down her shapely legs, she actually lifted her ass up to help him get them off. He pulled them off her sock-covered feet and tossed them to the ground. Feeling embarrassed, she put her hand between her legs and covered her panty-clad crotch.
She gasped when Harry pulled the side of her panties down, exposing the tender flesh of her hip. Her eyes fluttered as his fingers played with her aching flesh. "Does this hurt?" he asked, rubbing the sore spot.
"A little," she shuddered. The smell of her wet pussy was becoming stronger, further embarrassing her. "HARRY!" she squealed when he leaned down and kissed her hip. His hands began to caress the incredibly soft skin of her legs.
"Since I was the one to hurt you, I figure I should kiss it and make it better," he told her. "What do you think?" He didn't wait for her answer. His lips found her hip, and soon after he was kissing the inside of her thighs while she desperately covered her soaked panties. When he began sucking on her thigh, she gasped and began cumming. Looking down wildly, she saw a mark on the inside of her thigh.
"You left a hickey!" she squeaked, forgetting that she was supposed to be covering herself. The front of her wet panties was exposed, and Harry took the opportunity to bury his face in them. Tracey cried out and grabbed his hair while her lower half bucked and squirmed.
"Sorry!" came his muffled voice from between her legs. The vibrations of his voice against her pussy only added to the eroticism that she was feeling. Tracey decided that she should just give in and accept her fate. Letting go of his hair, she took a deep breath and spread her legs. Harry smiled as her legs opened up, showing him that the crotch of her panties was soaked and clung tightly to the curve of her womanhood. What Tracey expected, she really had no idea. What she got was her lower half folded upward so that her pussy and ass were high up in the air. Harry pulled her panties to the side, exposing her slick pussy. When she felt him dive in mouth first, she cried out in pleasure. The way his tongue tickled her asshole before moving up the middle of her lips and finally reaching her throbbing clit was spectacular to her. She grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck his face wildly. Suddenly, the door burst open, causing Tracey to squeal and look over. Her best friend was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.
"What the hell is going on here?" Daphne asked. Tracey covered her face in shame as her pussy began to squirt like a fountain. She didn't see Daphne and Harry smirking at each other.
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