"His Hidden Heart" By = Sure As Elle
Chapter Six: PJP
Note: There's rather a lot of sex in this one. All involving minors. (Involving Gloria? Well, yes and no. You shall see.) This is pure fantasy, please do not do any of the illegal things in this story, because that would be bad.
Another note: Sorry for the very long wait. I got stuck. But I got unstuck. So here's what I have. Shorter than usual, but better than nothing.
Also, please excuse my French, literally. If it's bad, blame Google Translate. Oh yeah, and I'm not bothering to write out the French accents.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked about Crouch late into the night, and so they were very tired the next morning, making it more difficult to fill Luna in on what had happened. After breakfast the same day, they found Moody and asked him if he'd found Crouch yet. According to him, he hadn't, but between Moody's creepy conversations with him in the past about their "shared interest," the fact that Harry knew only house elves can Apparate to/from/within the Hogwarts grounds, and Crouch's state of mind, Harry rather suspected Crouch had been kidnapped or worse. And with Moody being creepy, Harry was suspicious of him, as well as of Bagman and Karkaroff. But since his suspicions of Moody were mostly based on something that would give away his own secret, he didn't really want to tell anyone. Still, he wondered if there was a way to express his worries to Dumbledore without giving himself away, something complicated by the fact Harry was sure Dumbledore and Snape could read minds.
As Dumbledore had instructed, they saved off sending Sirius an owl until the morning, too, where they ran into Fred and George being secretive and talking about blackmailing somebody. Ron was suspicious that they knew something about Crouch or whoever was trying to hurt Harry, but Harry knew them well enough that he didn't think whatever they were doing was at all connected, because surely they liked him well enough that if they knew something important, they would tell Harry.
Saturday morning, they got a letter back from Sirius. It was several paragraphs of Sirius chiding him for being out by the Forest at night, and with Krum. Harry was annoyed by this; he knew Sirius cared, but Krum was alright by him, and if the person after Crouch was the same one who put his name in the Goblet, then the aim couldn't have been to kill him. Unless they wanted it to look like an accident?
Luna, Ron, and Hermione planned to go into the Room of Requirement with him after dinner most nights til the Third Task to help him practice various spells for the Third Task, including the Stunning Spell. Because of where they were, they would be able to fall onto cushions the Room provided.
On Saturday, though, they practiced only until dinnertime, at which point only Harry and Luna would be returning to the Room, to do something more fun than practicing spells. At dinner before this, though, Gloria came up to him, looking embarrassed but pleased, and slipped him a note, taking off before he could react. He made sure to duck into an empty classroom before reading it.
The note said simply, "This won't make sense now, but it will later: 'I give my permission. Luna asked something else, and I wasn't ready for that. She came up with another idea, one that I'm excited about. I give my permission for that. Tell me all about it later.'"
He read it again, confused. Then he shrugged and put it in his pocket for now.
Harry thought it would just be him and Luna together, but she surprised him, pleasantly. For when they closed the door behind them, Fleur and Gabrielle – who had been waiting in the Room – undid their Disillusionment Charms, the two French girls standing there in pretty Muggle dresses.
"Hello, Harry," Fleur purred at him. "We are here, and we have something for you."
"Ooh," Harry said, feeling his cock get hard. "This is a pleasant surprise. And a gift? What's the gift?"
"Luna here helped with it, too. The gift is in two parts. My papa having certain connections and not asking questions helped us with part of it, Luna fetched the other half."
"The suspense is killing me. What is it?"
Fleur held up a flask. "In this flask is some Polyjuice Potion. Now, it would not be safe for you to become me, as I am part Veela, but I can safely use Polyjuice Potion as long as it's to become a human."
"What-" Harry began.
"But Luna has acquired a sample of someone I understand you would like very much to have sexually. A Gloria Hartnell, I believe?"
Harry's face went red hot, and his cock stiffed painfully, but there was something in his stomach that he didn't like.
"No," he said. "I'm sorry, but that's not right. Not without asking her, and even then, I don't know."
"Look in your pocket, Harry," Luna said.
Confused, he did, finding only Gloria's cryptic note.
"Wait, you asked her about... about this? And she agreed?"
"Yes. She seemed quite flattered by it. Of course, I first asked her if she was interested in snogging yet, and she wasn't quite yet. We got to talking, and one thing led to another, until finally I asked if she'd mind if you got to have sex with someone Polyjuiced to look like her. And, as I said, she was flattered. And agreed," she said, pointing at the note.
"Also," Luna continued, "cast a revealing spell on the back of it."
Curious, he did. Text that had been invisible before appeared. It was in Gloria's handwriting, and said, "Tell me all about it later." There was a smiley face and heart drawn there, too.
"Oh," Harry said, his face red again.
"She is a kinky girl, this Gloria; no?" Fleur asked.
"A girl after my own heart," Gabrielle said, nodding.
"Um... in that case," he said, putting the note away, "what are we waiting for?"
They put the hair – which surely matched Gloria's – into the flask. It bubbled and frothed a bit, and what they could see of it turned bubblegum pink.
"And now," said Fleur, "I will drink it."
Drink it, she did, making a face of disgust as she did.
"Horrible stuff! Like brussels sprouts boiled to a pulp and mixed with pureed liver."
She set the flask down on a table just in time to avoid dropping it, as her skin bubbled grotesquely, her hair turning black and growing slightly shorter, her blue eyes turning hazel, and her skin darkening from white to a light brown color. Doubled over in agony, she shrunk until her dress fell off her.
Standing there before them, nude and with a much different body language, was Gloria Hartnell; or, given the difference in body language, more like an identical twin. Harry and Luna both stared, memorizing every inch of Gloria's form, since they had no idea if or when they'd ever be able to see it again after tonight, Gloria being shy as she is.
"You look just like her! Or just what I've seen of her, anyway."
"Really? You think so?"
Harry cocked his head slightly at her voice.
"Well that messes with the realism a bit," he commented. "Gloria's got a British accent; it's weird hearing her speak with a French accent."
'Gloria' shrugged. "I cannot help it, I am French. I am doing good to know English. Do you know French?"
"No need to get defensive, it was just an observation. In fact, I like it better this way. This way, it should only be weird with Gloria if she suddenly starts using a French accent."
The three girls chuckled at this.
Gabrielle was eyeing her sister with more interest than ever, now. "You're closer to my age, now!"
"She is still four years your senior, Gabby," Fleur replied, tossing back Gloria's black hair.
"Well, we have just under three hours, and part of that time is Fleur taking two more doses of the potion. We should get started," Luna said. "Who's first?"
"I will decide that, thank you very much," Fleur said, considering the three of them.
"Ah, I know. We will tease poor Harry terribly. And poor Luna, as well. You and me, Gabrielle."
Gabrielle slipped out of her dress and laid it on the table. "Sounds good to me, Fleur."
Harry and Luna disrobed as well, so they could play with themselves while they watched. They sat down on one of two beds the Room provided, ready and waiting.
Fleur took a moment to dance around the room in the buff, to get a feel for her transformed body and being shorter than usual, as well as to tease everyone. Then she approached Gabrielle. The two girls sat down together on the other bed, then got on their knees and began to kiss. Harry felt very aroused and very jealous that Gabby was snogging 'Gloria,' and gently stroked his manhood, knowing he would get a turn in time. He glanced over at Luna, who had an idyllic look on her face as she watched the two girls snog, playing with her clit as she watched.
Feeling like stroking himself might excite him too much too soon, he walked on the bed with his knees behind Luna, and began giving her a shoulder massage, his cock pressed against her back. The dirty-blonde girl moaned happily as he massaged her.
Gabrielle and 'Gloria' pressed against one another as they kissed, their hands each exploring one another's backs and buttocks and hips. The kisses became deeper, longer; Harry could see their tongues bulging out one another's cheeks as the snogging intensified.
As hot as it had been before to watch the two sisters snog, the fact that Fleur looked like the light-brown skinned Gloria made a nice contrast with Gabrielle's pale skin, even the black hair contrasting against the silvery-blonde hair of the younger girl. Harry found himself thinking that Gloria wouldn't be nearly this skilled in real life, and imagining what her surely awkward, unexperienced moves would really look like made his boner throb with pleasant intensity.
'Gloria' and Gabrielle's snogging got more and more intense, leaving Luna and Harry very sexually frustrated as they watched. It got even worse (or better, depending on your point of view) when Gabrielle ended up knocking 'Gloria' over onto her back on the bed, straddling her and grinding her eight year old cunny against the other girl's own pussy.
The sights and sounds of this display of lesbian pedophilia were so adorable and sexy that Luna grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him bodily off the bed to kneel in front of her. She slid herself forward so Harry could access her pussy with his mouth. Harry looked back mournfully at Gabrielle and Fleur-as-Gloria and whined like a kicked puppy before Luna stroked his head comfortingly.
"I'll store these memories in a bottle, Harry. You can buy a pensieve later," she said. Harry didn't know what this meant yet, but let himself be guided to Luna's delectable pussy.
Thinking about what he'd already seen, and imagining what he was missing made him horny enough to dive in with gusto, his tongue exploring the creases and folds of his girlfriend's cunt, with its light, downy covering of wispy blond pubic hair. He reveled in her taste as he ate her out, his tongue finding her clitoris and massaging it in a circular motion, making Luna give little "Oh!"s of surprise and arousal, her hand pulling his head tighter against her sex.
When Luna's sounds changed somewhat, he didn't immediately notice, until she said, "Oooh, Gabrielle is eating out 'Gloria,' Harry."
He moaned, wanting very much to see it, but he was being held in place, so he kept licking. Either from his actions, or Luna's arousal at watching the scene before her, or both, she came to her first orgasm of the night rather more quickly than he'd been anticipating, which gave him the chance to come up for air and take in the glorious sight she'd kept from him.
Sure enough, young Gabby was going at 'Gloria's' cunny with obvious skill and experience, and Fleur-as-Gloria was gasping and panting like she was in a marathon, her back arched as her sister's tongue brought her to at least three orgasms in a row. And judging by the screams of delight, they were very good orgasms. Harry almost came right then and there from imagining the real Gloria being made to scream so ecstatically.
Gabrielle didn't stop, though; she paused a moment for air, and switched to using her fingers on 'Gloria's' clitty. Unable to contain themselves, Harry and Luna got up and went over, Harry getting there first and snogging the prone girl while Luna took one of her feet in her hand and began sucking on 'Gloria's' toes sensuously. Fleur must have been into that, because she responded very positively to the attention.
With her not speaking, it was very easy to imagine it was the real Gloria he was snogging, which made his cock so stiff it was almost painful. But as much fun as that was, he found himself having to stop when she started moving around too much under Gabrielle's attentions to be able to focus or avoid biting his tongue. So instead, he bent over her chest and licked one nipple instead, rubbing the other with his fingers. Judging by the Polyjuiced form, Gloria had dark brown nipples and areolas, both getting puffy with the onset of puberty. He imagined the real nipples on the shy, nervous young Gloria as he played with them.
After having a couple more orgasms, they all rested for a few minutes. Then Fleur took another dose of Polyjuice, they all took doses of another potion Luna had brought called Stamina Re-Invigoration Potion, and Fleur-as-Gloria said she needed something to get rid of the taste of Polyjuice potion. She was giving Harry's cock a hungry look when she said it.
Perhaps sensing what turned Harry on the most, 'Gloria' made a very good attempt at play-acting someone truly young and inexperienced.
"Mister Potter," she said, "it's very large. What if I can't get it all in?"
"Not to worry, you don't need to get it all in," he replied. "Just do your best."
She giggled. "Okay, then," she said.
She started out by reaching one hand cautiously out toward his cock, as though unsure of herself. She made quite a game of poking it with one finger, then two, then finally taking it in her hand, as though it was something foreign and a little scary, but fascinating.
"Go on," he said encouragingly. "it won't hurt you."
Giving him a dirty giggle and an equally dirty smile, 'Gloria' dropped the act and took his cock into her mouth. It took a powerful effort of will for Harry to keep from coming right in her mouth just then. But Fleur didn't seem to want him to restrain himself; she redoubled her efforts. This broke the spell a little for Harry, as he very much doubted Gloria would be so expert at sucking cock, but his cock wasn't complaining. Well, it kinda was, but in a good way.
Before long, Harry felt a small explosion down below as his cock dumped the largest load of sperm he'd ever seen into the mouth of Fleur-as-Gloria. Watching what looked like an 11 year old greedily take the cum into her mouth, the white goo all over her little tongue, was like an extra push of ecstasy that made him cum even more.
She held the cum there in her mouth for Harry to see, and so his limp cock got hard again. He wondered if she was going to swallow it, which is something he'd heard about from older boys. But she didn't. Instead, she called Gabby over. The eight year old struggled to get her mouth under the larger girl's own, but she managed it. As he watched her open her mouth for her sister, he had an incredible thought about what they were going to do. He heard Luna say "Oooh" as she also watched.
True to his prediction, the Polyjuiced Fleur slowly let Harry's cum dribble into her sister's open mouth, onto her tongue. When it was all transferred, Gabrielle held it in place a little, tempted to swallow, but instead showed the others proudly. Harry's cock was painfully hard again, and he could feel one of Luna's nipples, like a little diamond, against his shoulderblade.
Then Gabrielle beckoned Luna over with a finger, and the Ravenclaw girl hurriedly got into place, her mouth open like a baby bird. Harry watched, rubbing his cock, as Gabrielle dribbled his cum into Luna's mouth.
After likewise rolling it around in her mouth a little, Luna got a naughty look on her face and kissed Harry with tongue. Harry tasted his own salty semen. While surprised, he found it wasn't bad. Not enough to put him off his horny mood, anyway. They continued to snog until all he could taste was Luna.
"My turn!" Gabrielle said while Harry and Luna were still kissing.
He looked as best he could, and just made out Gabby getting between them enough to suck on his cock.
"I should point out," said Gloria's voice in a French accent, "that we do not have much time. Curfew is at nine, that is only a couple hours away. And we need time to get back. At least 15 minutes."
Harry thought about this, and as he did, an alarm clock appeared in reach. He set it for an hour and forty minutes from then.
"There, that's that taken care of."
They all took some Stamina Re-Invigoration Potion as well, since they were all flagging a little, and got back to play.
As Gabby went back to sucking off Harry, Harry got to witness the faux Gloria and Luna snogging and fondling each other hungrily, which intensified the blowjob. But it was clearly going to take more work this time around for Gabby to get to his creamy filling. This was something Harry didn't mind very much, as the thought of the eight year old half-Veela girl with her mouth wrapped around his cock was very exhilarating.
The show that Luna and the faux Gloria were putting on was getting better, as the snogging turned into Luna kissing her way along the other girl's body, pausing on her way down to suck on the puffy little nipples, one hand moving 'dangerously' close to the immature little pussy between her legs, as it massaged her inner thighs.
Harry felt the pressure building in his genitals as Gabby's attentions brought him to climax. His breathing quickened, his eyes closed on the glorious scene before him, but his imagination kept it up for him. And then he couldn't take it anymore; his balls tightened, and he shot a load of sperm into Gabrielle's hungry mouth. She made sure to suck more and lick, to ensure she got every drop, before showing it to Harry on her tongue, and swallowing.
The potion must have been still working on him, because he ran his fingers through Gabrielle's hair and told her it was her turn to be pleasured. He lay her down on the bed, less than a foot from Luna and the faux Gloria, and began to snog the eight year old, careful to be off to one side of her so he didn't crush her with his greater weight.
He felt Gabrielle's hands clutching his hair, pulling him closer as they mashed lips and sucked each others' tongues passionately. Everything about it was glorious to him, especially the sound of her small nose working overtime to ensure she had enough air as they kissed, and the feel of that air as it puffed out against his cheeks.
Harry's hands couldn't get enough of the softness of her skin as they snogged, exploring every inch of her they could reach, as though the warm, soft, honeyed skin was food, and his hands were starving to feed off every bit of her. Her arms, with their small and slender muscles, her hands so small and delicate, her chest and nipples, her belly and its every dip and curve, her mostly straight hips with just the beginnings of a curve, her thighs, her back and bum – what he could get at of them by wedging his hands between her and the bed. Every inch of her was sheer heaven to him. He could've spent the rest of his time caressing her all over, but this was about her now, not him. As pleasant as this might be for both of them, he knew he had to move on.
He drew it out as best he could, continuing his explorations of her body as he kissed down her jawline, pausing to nibble her earlobes before moving down her neck. The dip just above her clavicle begged to be nuzzled, and he could hear and feel that Gabrielle was enjoying every minute of his attentions.
Lips getting down to the chest, Harry teased around her undeveloped nipples, barely there at all even hard as they were, teasing the poor girl, making her beg him to suck them.
"Oh yes, Harry. That's... mon Dieu, Harry. My nipples, Harry, mes tétons... S'il vous plaît?"
"Oui, madmoiselle," Harry answered.
With his tongue, he circled the areolas, then the nipples, before taking one into his mouth to suck, tongue, and nibble.
As his attention was on her nipples, her hand wandered down between her legs to play with her little clitty. He helped her out by putting a few fingers up her little cunny and moving them in and out slowly and rhythmically.
He was distracting her with his fingers so much that she didn't seem to notice when he'd move on from her nipples, kissing down her belly, then all over her thighs. He looked up at her just before making it to her pussy, and grinned.
"I may not be bilingual, Gabrielle, but I'm going to speak French between your legs."
"OUI! Fais le! Faire l'amour avec votre langue!"
Only knowing the first word of what she'd said, Harry chuckled and went to work, his fingers spreading her immature cunny lips apart, kissing and licking inside them and on up to her little clit.
As Harry was going to town on Gabrielle's pussy, Luna was doing the same to the Polyjuiced Fleur, becoming very intimate with Gloria's borrowed anatomy. Fleur was also muttering in French, having quite forgotten how to speak English in her rising pleasure.
The two sisters didn't quite come at the same time, but it was close. Both their bodies seized up, backs arching, both of them shouted a bunch of things in French, before coming down. Harry and Luna made sure to clean up the resulting sex fluids with their tongues.
After just a minute's rest, Fleur-as-Gloria crawled over to Harry and said, "Harry, I am now in the mood for your cock inside of me."
Harry blushed a little, knowing he was about to become very familiar with Gloria's inner anatomy via Fleur. He nodded, his member visibly ready to go, and she lay down on the bed and lifted her legs up. Harry walked on his knees over to her, and lifted her bum into position. Her little cunny was still wet and inflamed with passion, dilating slightly with excitement.
Even with the dilation, her hole was small enough that Harry had to push it in with his fingers, and even then it slipped out a couple times before he got it in there decently. Luckily, as he was only 14 still, he was still close enough in age and size to Gloria that it wasn't too tight a fit, and so Fleur didn't have any complaints of discomfort or pain. Strangely, she looked mildly disappointed by this.
"I had thought it would be bigger. In comparison to Gloria's pussy, I mean," Fleur said. "I was hoping for a little pain; discomfort at least."
"You want it to hurt?"
She shrugged. "I am, how do you say, a little bit of a masochist, yes."
With it firmly in her, Harry began to pump slowly in and out, careful not to let it flop out again. Faux Gloria's face was in transports of delight, despite her complaints. This wasn't entirely on him, though, since Luna was playing with the girl's nipples as he did it, and Gabrielle was kissing her.
Harry focused on putting out of his mind the truth of the situation, and instead pretended that the Gloria he was fucking was the real one. This made fucking her even more amazing, and he started pumping faster.
"Harder, Harry," Fleur encouraged him, breaking the spell a little.
"Sure, I will; just try not to talk, okay?"
She smiled at him, understanding in her eyes, and nodded. Harry began to thrust harder, making her give little grunts of satisfaction each time.
Gabrielle, knowing her sister, said, "She wants you to do it even harder."
He nodded, and obliged. Her face was going red in response, but she still looked delighted. Her breathing quickened, as did his. On one of his down-thrusts, she came to orgasm, giving a little yelp of pleasure that was given an odd stuttering quality as her body shook.
Her going over the edge made him arrive as well, and he felt his balls shoot hot sperm into her pussy. As he fell down onto the bed, he wondered if he'd run completely out of jizz; his balls were still moving like something was coming out, but his little snake was no longer spitting up.
The potion he'd taken had worn out, and he was exhausted. He barely responded when Gabrielle licked his cock clean, though he did smile wanly when he spotted her slurping his cum out of her sister's slit.
He was vaguely aware of Luna taking a turn eating out the faux Gloria, but he didn't have the energy to do more than lay there. He started to drift off, in fact, and was halfway to the land of Nod when the alarm clock he'd set went off, warning of only 20 minutes left til curfew.
Wearily, he got up just in time to see Fleur transforming back into herself. It wasn't a pleasant sight, with the skin bubbling like that, but he ignored it as he got dressed, and helped the girls find their clothing, which had gotten scattered about the room.
On their way out of the Room of Requirement, Ginny caught Harry and Luna together in the corridor; the two French girls were, thankfully, Disillusioned. But Harry and Luna were both very ruffled and sweaty, clearly having been doing more than mere snogging. Ginny froze at this sight, and turned an angry sort of red color. The two teens opened their mouths to say something, but before they could, Ginny burst into tears and ran away.
"Well that was unpleasant," Harry said. "I do feel bad for her."
"I wonder if she'd be willing to share you?"
"Hmm... well, she's not bad looking. I don't feel anything for her beyond 'she'd make a good shag,' though. No idea how to bring it up with her, though."
"I'll think of something, Harry. For now, we need to get back before curfew."
He nodded, and they went their separate ways, having already felt Fleur and Gabrielle leave.
When Harry got back, Hermione was looking confusedly at Harry.
"Ginny was just in here, crying her eyes out, before she rushed upstairs to her dorm. What happened, Harry?"
"She, er... she caught us, Luna and I, in the corridor. We weren't doing anything, but, well, we clearly had been, so..."
She sighed. "Say no more. I knew this day was coming as soon as I saw you two were going out. I think it took so long to happen cause Ginny's been in denial. And just as a warning, she's not the only one. Romilda Vane has her eyes on you."
"Yeah," Harry said, uncomfortable. He understood. Here she was pretty, he didn't deny that, and had been crushing on him for years. And then there was Luna, his best friend and now girlfriend. Ginny couldn't know he only had feelings for Luna because of their shared interest in little girls. Ginny could never know. It was something of a miracle he'd found Luna and then Fleur and Gabrielle, and stretched credulity a little when Moody turned out to be something like the same way. He wasn't exactly the same, of course; Harry and Luna respected children as people, but despite Moody's reputation, Harry suspected Moody just thought of little girls as sex toys, which wasn't right. He wondered, suddenly, how a respected Auror could objectify little girls so much, and hoped very much that Moody had never done anything bad to any of them.
He shook himself out of his thoughts, but Hermione didn't comment; probably she thought Harry was thinking about Ginny. She wasn't exactly wrong about that, of course.
"Anyway, I have to shower."
This got the attention of Ron, who had just come into the room.
"You do, do you? Why?"
"Because Luna and I were... exercising."
Ron gave him a sly look.
"Is that what they're calling it these days, eh?"
"Oh hush, you," Harry said as he faux-stormed up to the showers.