Harry stood in front of the ice cream shop waiting for Hagrid. His face was burning from embarrassment. The ministry agent, Leopold Inkwell, had just caught Harry and Susan being intimate. It was worse for Susan, she knew Leopold, Harry felt a pit in his stomach from guilt.

"I used a memory charm on Susan," Leopold explained, "You seem worried about her; she'll be alright for now, I suppressed the memory."

Harry looked up at Leopold with a mix of concern and remorse.

"She still has the memories; you'll just need to remind her about them and the spell will break. It's not like I obliviated her."

"Obliviate?"

Leopold laughed, "Sounds violent, doesn't it?" No, it's a memory charm that truly destroys a memory. It was used on your brother recently. Just before he was recognized as an acceptable witness to the wizarding world."

Harry nodded, silently contemplating that memory charms were unsettling. They finished waiting for Hagrid in silence, allowing Harry to wonder what the ministry wanted Leopold to talk with him about.

Finally, Harry saw the giant, nearly twice as tall as anyone else in the crowd. He was carrying a cage with a majestic snowy owl in one hand, and a paper mâché dragon egg slung under his other arm.

"I'm sor'y Harry, I was getting yer present, but the merchant shares, er, some interests..."

Hagrid landed the cage with the owl in front of Harry, "This'll be yers, nothing like the company of an owl, and nothing so useful when yer's tryna send a letter,"

Harry thanked Hagrid, and Hagrid patted him on the shoulders. Leopold gave them a few more moments before interrupting.

"I presume you are Hagrid, Lord Potter's acting guardian,"

"And who is yers," Hagrid growled softly.

"Dumbledore would have informed you; the ministry has sent me to have a talk with Lord Potter."

Hagrid grumbled under his breath. "Your business can wait, let the boy settle in at Hogwarts first,"

"If the ministry has business to attend to, it will attend to it." Leopold was calm but firm against the giant. "I will keep this quick; I understand he has a train to catch, he'll meet you on the platform."

Harry could tell that Hagrid was not comfortable with this. Harry also wanted to stay with Hagrid while he could, but as far as Harry could tell, the ministry was the appointed authority of the wizarding world. Harry didn't know a lot about the wizarding world, but it seemed that Hagrid didn't have the authority to stop the agent.

"I'll go with him," Harry tried to comfort the giant, "I'll be fine, and I'll see you soon."

"Wells, I ain't gonna be on the platform. I'll be headin' straight to Hogwarts, withs the business for Dumbledore. But if yer can handle yerself. I'll let ya go."

Leopold was patient while Harry and Hagrid gave their goodbyes, and when Hagrid was finally lost in the crowd, Harry turned to him and asked, "What's this about then?"

"We'll talk here, leave your bags, they will be delivered to the platform."

Leopold used his wand to draw the outline of a door on the wall and tap three times where the handle would be. He grabbed the invisible handle and pushed the section of the wall open like a door.

Harry looked at his things briefly before gingerly walking through the door. Inside, was a stony room with little color. The only furnishings were a table and chairs on either side. There was a small orb of light meandering around the ceiling.

"That's known as a faux fairy bulb, it's somewhat like the spell "Lumos," but can be separated from the wand, and mimics the glow of some fairies."

Leopold was interested in getting through the meeting quickly, and began talking as they took their seat.

"Lord Potter, I am Leopold Inkwell. On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I am here to invite you into the wizarding world. This has become a generally forgone formality, but for you, Lord Potter, the ministry decided this introduction needs to be official. There are also some pieces of information the ministry deemed they need to be aware that you know.

"I'm not a Lord, so why won't people stop calling me that?" Harry asked.

"You are a Lord, Lord Potter." Leopold replied. He produced a long and thin pendant, passing it to Harry. It had a simple design pressed into it, a potions bottle with a lightning bolt crack.

"Wizards call families 'Houses', of which there are four tiers." Leopold explained that the four tiers of houses are Indignified, common, great, and Lords. It is very serious to have your house fall to Indignified. All families who have ever fallen to that position have died out; most intentionally, willingly.

Common houses are respectable, despite not signifying greatness. Over millennia, there have been only a few dozen great houses. Most of them have died out or married into each other. Most of the existing great houses are the twenty-eight pure-blood families. Members of great houses are highly respected and influential, and have an easy time gaining rank, especially in the ministry.

Lords are above all. It is nearly impossible to elevate your house Lordship. Only a few of the pure-blood families have Lordships. Great families could spend generations attempting to gain the rank and fail. If the Lords combined their influence, it would be possible to rival the ministry. Additionally, they are offered many privileges. However, Leopold left it to Dumbledore to explain what those were.

"Most Lords are from pure-blood families; in fact, the house of Potter is the only non-pure-blood Lordship in hundreds of years, and the only living one at that. "Leopold explained, "To most, that status is not important, however;"

Leopold explained the dire circumstances around the wizarding war. Harry's parents were heroes. There was a dark wizard, so terrifying that people still don't speak his name; he who must not be named. His power was unmatched, his charisma like mind control. He was the greatest dark wizard of all time, and started a war, killing dozens, causing the death of hundreds. This dark wizard was why Harry was now a Lord. On the night he who must not be named killed Harry's parents, Harry stopped the war. He killed the dark wizard.

Harry's scar ached, massaging it didn't help.

"Unfortunately, the final act that elevated the house of Potter involved the death of your parents. That is your family's crest, the ministry had to make it. If you ever want it redesigned, submit it to the ministry. But it is proof that you are a Lord."

Harry was distracted for the rest of the conversation. He tried to ask questions, but couldn't think of many, even though Leopold answered the ones he asked the best he could. Leopold explained some of the important laws and traditions Harry should know. He admonished Harry to not take advantage of his Lordship, and Harry promised not to.

He explained how the ministry works and the different departments. Then, about Hogwarts. He was vaguer than Harry liked, the ministry was relying on Dumbledore to fill in a lot for Harry.

"This, Dumbledore wanted to explain in his own time. I respect the man, but I as a favor to you, I will say it."

Harry looked at Leopold, fully focused for the first time in a while.

"One day, you will have a sitting Amicus position among the wizenmagots. You'll learn what they are, but it is a huge responsibility. You are being forced to grow into an important wizard. So, Harry, I want to suggest; grow up just."

They let the words sink in, before Leopold went onto the last subject.

"For a muggle raised wizard, this may be odd to hear. Many houses, from great houses to Lords, practice betrothals. If not for your parents being dead, it'd be nearly unheard of that you don't have any betrothals or marriage contracts. Lucky for you, that means you get to arrange those yourself,"

"Those?" Harry thought to himself.

Harry didn't have time to get clarification. Leopold guided Harry out of the room, warning Harry they didn't have long to reach the platform, platform 9 3/4s.

"We make it easier getting into those rooms than out," Leopold vaguely explained, "Rooms like that are where we want them."

Harry wasn't quite sure how they got out of the ministry, they stepped into a fireplace and came out in a building a short walk from Kings Crossing Station. Harry watched the platform numbers and noticed platforms one, two, three, no fractional stations.

"Sir," Harry asked, "There's no platform,"

"This is the Wizarding world, Lord Potter. Along with magic, we hold secrets." He pointed out a wall, "You'll run through that barrier onto the platform."

Harry wasn't sure what he meant until he saw a family, one at a time they wheeled carts through the wall. There were no collisions.

"Get along," Leopold said as he shoved Harry on. Harry disappeared onto the platform. He was dazed by the sudden change of location. He was just in an old, crowded and covered station. Now, the station was surrounded in green, it was bustling, open and bright.

While he was distracted, Harry tripped over something. While he stumbled, he saw floating, silky red hair, a freckled face either red from blushing or from a temper, and a mass of hands catching her. When Harry stabilized, he properly looked back at the scene he caused.

"Sorry," Harry started, "I wasn't looking,"

The girl thrashed against the arms that caught her a few times before calming down.

"I didn't need you catching me." She finally said, among other complaints.

The group was the family he watched come through the barrier. The girl stood out, because the rest had grouped around her. They all had red hair, hers stood out being slightly less orange. She must have been about a year younger than Harry, and about half a head shorter. They all had sparse freckles, except the girl who was decorated with constellations of freckles. If Harry had known about astronomy class, he'd have wanted to practice with her.

Her family fussed over her until they knew she was alright. Their dotting attention annoyed her. She was with her mother and four brothers, two of which were twins. They were tall and identical. She minded their attention the least, since they conducted their care with a little sarcasm and mischief. One brother nearly ignored her, only quickly making sure she was alright before refocusing on their luggage. The last brother was just taller than Harry, he was timid and sincere with his care, so she ignored him the most. Her mother was stern and kind, and only an inch or two taller than the girl.

When she finally brushed her family off, she stomped the few paces to Harry and brashly got in his face, pointing and shouting. Harry apologized the few times she let him. He was growing irritated, being made to apologize so much for the same thing. It didn't take long for Harry to start standing up for himself.

"Blimey, I apologized, and then you come up to me yelling, and I keep apologizing. I knew it was my fault, and if there were more to it than saying sorry I would do it. But you weren't hurt, so that's that."

She was taken aback for a moment; then, regaining her wits, she tried to shove Harry. He let his torso push back, and then side stepped. She had committed to the shove and stumbled forward. Harry hovered over her, to catch her if she was really going to fall. When she found her footing, she turned suddenly and was holding a pointing cylinder of wood.

Harry drew his own wand, a bluff. He didn't know any spells, but he was going to stand up for himself now. The two stared the other down. She was confident enough to not be worried, but she kept regripping her wand. It made Harry think that she couldn't use it. Harry was the same, but if he kept that secret, he was going to win.

"Ginerva Weasley," her mother called, "That is enough! And where did you get that wand."

Suddenly, the wand flew out of her hand into her mother's, where it turned into a flower. Ginerva's face turned red, competing with her hair.

"It was just a trick wand," she complained to her mother. "He ran into me; I wasn't going to just take that."

"Yes, you are," her mother commanded. "He is a nice boy, and he apologized enough."

The twins came up and flanked him, clapping him on the back. "You were able to stand up to Ginny," one complimented.

"It's a feat," the other confirmed. "Too bad there was no duel," the twin leaned in to whisper "You could have taught her a few spells. Even at the receiving end, she's eager enough to appreciate the lesson."

"If you can manage the retribution," the first twin added.

The twins pulled Harry along, joining their family. The girl studied Harry briefly, before turning away with a huff, seemingly her form of accepting his apologies. Percy, the brother who kept on task, accepted him with a curt "greetings." Their mother gave him a long, accepting hug. Harry felt a little awkward but wanted to hug her back.

"What's your name?" she asked sweetly.

"Harry,"

She looked at him with recognition, a mix of shock and nostalgia, but she said nothing. She gave him a sweet, knowing smile, like she knew him, or even his parents.

"Just Harry," He emphasized.

She led Harry along with the rest of her kids, rubbing Harry on the back comfortingly. After a moment she was ordering her kids about getting organized and their bags on the train.

"Oh, where are your things, Harry?"

"Somewhere on the platform," Harry said, "They were delivered for me."

Harry started to look around for his things. At first, he was shifting his head, soon he was walked slightly apart from them. He made it someway apart from then when Ginny approached.

"Why were your things delivered?" she asked.

Harry didn't want to answer, he didn't want any more people thinking he was a Lord.

"My guardian brought them separately," Harry lied. "Something made me late, so they were brought for me."

"Your guardian?" she asked, looking at him mournfully. Harry thought about how to respond, he watched Ginny look back at her family, thinking.

"It's not so bad, or, well you get used to it." He said quickly, and then refocused on finding his things. Ginny followed him quietly for a few more seconds.

"Hey," She piped up. "Since you ran into me, let's make things even. I'll just run into you too?"

Harry liked her family so far, even she was cute - more an adorable ball of rage than attractive, or maybe she was attractive, Harry was too busy with her personality to decide. Still, Harry wanted everything to be good between them.

"Yeah, sure,"

Ginny flashed a mischievous grin, crouched, and then sprung into him. Shoving him from his waist, he flew backwards onto the ground. If she had hit him slightly higher, it would have knocked the breath out of him. She was laying on top of him, giggling. He was in pain, but her genuine smile softened things a little. She rested so her head was above his chest, and she looked down at him as they laid there.

"Hey," she said, flirtatiously, or maybe Harry just thought it was because he wanted it to be. The girl confused Harry.

She was on top of Harry for a while, and he was just starting to feel her breasts push into him, he wanted to be respectful, so tried to focus on other things, like her face, and smile and eyes. Harry felt oddly comfortable with her laying on top of him.

"Oh Ginny, get off him already, He's got to get on the train." Her mother had found them.

Ginny stopped giggling gradually and stood over Harry to offer him a hand up. "Sorry, mate,"

"No need,"

Ginny lifted him off the ground and looked around. "Where are your things?"

Harry looked around until he found a snowy owl. "Over there I think."

Ginny let go of his hand, and looked him in the eyes, "Race ya," she said, running immediately. Harry felt the twins right after her. "Blimey," came the third voice, before Ron was after them. Harry joined, well behind them. Their mother gave a mix of complaints and "oh wells" and "what good kids," while Percy yelled at them, "We should get our things on first!"

When Harry caught up, there was nothing for him to carry. The twins each had two large trunks, Ron had his bag and Ginny was carrying his owl. Harry tried to take something from any of them, the twins acted like they were breaking under the weight; Ron said, "I'm making up for Ginny," but with a smile that made Harry expect he was just nice. Ginny kicked Ron about the comment. She was trying to pet Hedwig through the cage. Harry joined her, but Hedwig pecked his finger.

"Haha," Ginny laughed, "He likes me better, you'll have to send me a lot of letters so he can spend time with me."

Harry blushed, "Er, well, maybe if he's a good owl,"

She bashed her shoulder into him, "Alright, I'll keep in touch." he relented, and they smiled at each other.

Ginny shifted her eyes both ways before sneaking onto the train. She was acting like she was just helping Harry board his luggage, but Harry could tell she was trying to get on the train with them. Harry followed his luggage as the Weasleys led them through the different train cars trying to find an empty compartment.

They passed through at least six cars. Some of them had compartments that would hold a small group. A lot of them were more open, focused on seating the most possible passengers over privacy. Harry watched all the different children, all other Hogwarts students.

They even passed through a dining car. There wasn't a lot of room to sit, but it was packed, and Harry looked longingly at the delicious food that everyone seemed to have been served. Then, their eyes met.

She has messy twin tails, but something felt off about them. The color was gone. She wore a button up shirt that properly covered her, the one he remembered left her midriff bare. She wore Hogwarts robes, a modest skirt; so much was different, but it was clearly Lisa.

Harry and Lisa stared at each other dazed. He wanted to wave but couldn't think to move his arm. After a few moments, her face turned red, and she looked away. Harry was finally dragged away by Ginny. Harry only came out of the daze minutes later, when he was sat in a compartment with the twins, Ron, and Ginny. Harry smiled; now, especially thankful that Hagrid saved Harry from running away.

The twins pulled out a set of cards and asked him if he wanted to play "Exploding snap." It didn't take too long for Harry to grasp the rules, but he wasn't very good, largely because he jumped slightly at the explosions. When he got over that, he might become a challenger to the seasoned Weasley players.

The train lurched forward. Ginny and the twins looked at one another in victory.

"I'm doing something you never managed. Let all of Hogwarts know that the twins have been dethroned."

"Yes, your majesty," the first twin agreed with mock adoration and subservience.

"You're only here because of our efforts. If we had the Weasley twins sneaking us to Hogwarts were would have done it at half your age."

Ginny and the twins playfully squabbled for a moment.

The train was picking up speed, but suddenly Ginny wasn't. Ginny had just been sitting across the compartment from Harry, but as the train slowly moved forward, Ginny stayed in place. She was approaching Harry, and for a moment it was as if they were about to kiss; then, she passed through him, through the train, and was left behind. Harry thought about the moment with Ginny with wanton excitement.

"They've really given us a challenge, haven't they?"

"Yes, they have, but we've learned a lot. We might actually do it."

The twins debated for a while, trying to figure out how to sneak their underage sibling to Hogwarts.

"Ginny was your last chance, she's joining us at Hogwarts next year," Ron reminded them.

"Our less than mischievous brother," the first twin accused with mock offence.

"She is out last chance. There is Christmas after all."

They all talked and laughed for a while. It was strange to Harry, they treated him like he belonged there; like he was the fourth brother. Although, they explained to him he would be the seventh brother. Harry was jealous of the Weasleys, not only did they have a real family, ones that liked each other, they had such a big one.

The Weasleys introduced Harry to a few wizarding games. A while into their games, an old witch slid their door open, she was tall and wrinkled, and offered them sweets from her trolly. Harry eyed them, he knew a lot of the sweets that were offered and was excited to try them again. The twins looked at each other, comfortable with declining, but Ron seemed jealous of the sweets.

"We'll take the lot," Harry announced, producing a few galleons.

As the which deposited a couple armfuls of candies the Weasleys looked at Harry, awed how he had so casually spent a few galleons.

"My, err, parents left me some money," Harry bashfully admitted.

The twins looked at Harry, almost like they were suspicious, or considering Harry for unforeseen opportunities.

"Without wanting to use you," one twin started,

"We may have some... propositions to discuss with you."

Harry suddenly felt ashamed of what he did. He tried to hide the feeling by passing around the treats. Ron caught his wrist.

"What are you doing mate? That's yours."

"I, err,"

"No," Ron insisted. "No handouts, we've got what we need. Now we have you too."

Ron's assurance of their friendship comforted him.

"It's not a handout, it's sharing, between friends." Harry smiled at them and Ron let go of Harry's wrist and looked at the pile Harry shifted in front of him.

The group was diving into the treats, laughing a lot at Harry's reactions to the few sweets he hadn't tried before. Ron helpfully explained chocolates frogs for Harry, but he hadn't waited for an explanation and the frog had gotten away while Harry looked at his chocolate frog card: Albus Dumbledore.

Harry noticed that the sweets were going quickly, and he was eating them a lot more slowly since they were new to him. He decided to pocket a few of his favorites to make sure he could savor them a while longer.

One of the twins picked up a sweet, "This one if a fizzing whizzbee,"

"They make you float temporarily,"

"Tricky gits though,"

"We are somewhat of... innovators,"

"He means they have tried to replicate the candies." Ron said.

"The candy is the easy part, it's the floating."

"Ours just make your face buzz like crazy,"

"We've solved the headache though,"

"I'd try one," Harry offered, still amused by the rest of the fanciful treats.

"Luckily, we have a stock,"

One of the twins stood to collect them from their bag. They held a bag for Harry to grab from. He held a handful of identical replicas of fizzing whizbees. He pocketed all but one of them.

"Braver than me," Ron smirked, popping another treat.

Harry popped the sweet into his mouth and chewed. After a few moments, his vision blurred as his face buzzed back and forth violently. The buzzing lasted for about 40 seconds Harry guessed, it was hard to tell. When it was over Ron made sure he was alright, and the twins started asking him questions.

Once the twins were satisfied, they stood in unison.

"Well, this has been fun,"

"Harry, we'll torment you with as many of our innovations as you can handle,"

"But for now, we have a business associate to meet with."

"Two troublemakers are a threat,"

"And three is a promise,"

The twins left, playfully wrestling and joking about what they had in store for Harry next. For a while it was just Harry and Ron in the car. But Harry didn't mind. Ron was quieter than the twins, and they got along great. They continued exploding snap, although Harry admitted the twins were a lot of the fun of the game.

Their door slid open, and a girl was shoved into the compartment. Percy was holding her just below the shoulder, trying to be gentle despite being exasperated.

"I was just looking for Nevil's toad," she weakly complained.

"The toad was found half an hour ago. You were sneaking around, and we prefects can't have that." Percy told the girl, leading her to the seat next to Harry.

"What are you doing, Percy?" Ron asked.

"Didn't you hear? She's a sneak, and I still have the rest of the train to patrol. So, you two; you, Ron, especially, will be watching her for me." Percy didn't let Ron argue and left.

The girl huffed, and folded her arms, "There aren't any rules against visiting the engine," she complained.

"What were you going to do with the engine?" Ron asked.

"Study it," the girl snapped. She sighed and calmed down. "I'm sorry. It's just that, this world is fascinating. I know enough about trains, I read about them when I had free time. But this train is magic, and I wanted to investigate the spells that have enhanced the train. Did you know one of England's largest concealment spells was used on the train?"

Harry and Ron shook their heads.

"Well then, I guess you don't get it," she chided. "This is the beginning of the magical world. Sure, there was that Finishing school, but they didn't teach magic, or allow it. For.. people like me, this is the beginning of the magical world."

The girl looked wistfully around their compartment before adding, "And I'm stuck to the most muggle parts of it," with a sour face.

"Well, that's better than me," Harry offered. "I only learned about the magical world today."

The girl and Ron looked at Harry shocked, nearly unbelieving.

"I guess that's not normal," Harry guessed. He explained everything; about how the owls delivered his letters, and that was the first he heard of magic because his guardians hated wizards. He explained how one of the letters popped like popping corn, and Dursley's mail turned into a face and yelled his acceptance to them.

"They had to send you a bloody howler?" Ron asked incredulously.

The three of them started to talk openly. The girl was Hermione Granger. She and Harry got along very well, exchanging stories about the muggle world. Ron listened, when Hermione told him about how her parents were dentists, he looked as though she were telling horror stories. They all laughed and talked for a while. Ron even began sharing the rest of the treats Harry had purchased. Harry was glad he still had some hidden in his coat.

"Hey," Ron finally said, "Where are your things, we should bring them in if you are going to stay."

Hermione explained where her compartment was, and Ron, trying to be a gentleman, offered for himself and Harry to get her things for her. She also wasn't allowed to leave by Percy, so she agreed to let them get her things. Hermione was able to give very clear instructions where to go. There were three girls in the compartment they were sent. The girls giggled as they collected Hermione's things. Hermione brought much less than Harry had, and he wondered why he had so much.

On their way back, Ron got distracted. He saw someone wearing some quidditch gear. He briefly explained the game to Harry and said that it was probably the Gryffindor captain. Ron had Harry take Hermione's other bag and went to talk to the quidditch player.

"People don't make team first year, but it'll help if the team likes me early on." Ron explained before abandoning Harry.

Harry didn't mind much, Hermione's things were a little cumbersome for one person, but he wanted his friend to be happy. So, he returned by himself to their compartment. Hermione opened the door for him.

"Ron'll be back in a while," Harry explained, "He got distracted by someone in quidditch gear."

Hermione bombarded Harry with facts about quidditch for a while. He was interested, but he didn't have much context for the game.

"I think I'll need to play, or at least see the game before I really understand what you are saying," he apologized.

"Oh," Hermione said, a little disappointed. She pulled a book out of her bag. She left it open, and Harry could peer into it, it was full of books. He knew it was rude, but Hermione made him curious, so he looked through the books until his attention as absorbed by one shocking title. Hermione didn't notice as he pulled the book from her bag.

"Charms to Curses: Spells for Clits, Cunts, and Cuming?"

Hermione's face shot to him, then to the book in his hands, and her face burned with embarrassment. She tried to reclaim the book, but her embarrassment made it hard to put effort into it.

The cover of the book seemed blank at first. But as he held it and examined it, it revealed itself to Harry. It must have been a sort of protection for the reader. It depicted a few different sex scenes, and just like photographs and paintings, it was animated.

One of the witches was nude, and she tapped her breasts with her wand, and they expanded. Another witch bobbed up and down on a wand, which seemed to pleasure a wizard beside her like his cock's sensations were connected to the wand. Harry was too embarrassed to finish examining the cover. He opened the book and found that it was much less visually lewd. Harry wasn't looking for anything in particular, he was waiting out the awkwardness before he could return the book.

He was casually examining a random spell when Hermione wrenched the book from his hand. He was so surprised that on instinct he drew his wand and cast the first spell he thought of. Unfortunately for Hermione, he had just been reading a book of lewd spells.

"Ero-Corpus,"

Hermione stifled a gasp. She pursed her lips, trying to hide the pleasure she was feeling. She dropped the book, and it seemed whatever sensation she was feeling lessened. She squirmed in her seat, fighting back pleasure. After a few moments, she gave in; She tried to hide it, but Harry could tell she was touching herself.

"I'm sorry," Harry pleaded. He picked up the book and found the spell. It makes the victim's entire body act like an erogenous zone. Any touch would pleasure her like caressing her clit or vagina.

"The counter to this spell is the caster's cum. It may be injected vaginally, anally, or orally." Harry wanted to undo the spell, but he flipped through the book frantically, looking for any other counter measures, not wanting to intrude on Hermione more than he already had with his reactionary spellcasting.

Hermione seemed to be in her own world. She groped herself. She fingered herself. Her world was all about pleasure, and she touched herself as an impromptu exhibitionist. Harry couldn't find any other counters to the spell, but Hermione might know if he could get her attention.

Harry took a handful of her hair and pulled. hoping it was an exception to the spell. She moaned as he pulled. He pulled tighter, maybe if he could hurt her just enough, she'd snap out of it, she only moaned louder.

Harry pulled her face, forcing her to look at him, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she felt him caressing her erogenous face.

"Hermione! Snap out of it!" he ordered.

She was only focused on the pleasure. He let her go, she looked up at him with a sad, a wanting expression as he stopped pleasing her with his touch. She laid down on the seat to rub her back against it. With all that surface area being pleasured, it was no wonder she was so turned on. Harry resigned himself, he would have to break the spell as the book intended.

Harry removed his pants and straddled Hermione. He kneeled over her. "Hermione," He started. He couldn't maintain eye contact. "The book says the way to remove the spell is... Well, to inject my cum... I think the best way is orally. I just wanted to mention it because... I wanted some semblance of... well, consent."

Hermione wasn't listening. She was doing her best to undress with him on top of her. Harry sighed; he would deal with the consequences when this was over. He helped to pull off her clothes and sat gently on her stomach so he could thrust his cock into her breasts.

As he thrust, and became harder and harder, she responded in ecstasy. The waves of pleasure were so much that her moans were silent. She gasped and panted as he readied himself to counter the spell.

Suddenly, the head of his cock was enveloped in warmth, wetness, and pressure. As he thrust into her breasts, pushing them into his cock; Hermione took the head of his cock and greedily sucked on it. Harry groaned softly, trying to force his climax, which wouldn't be hard with Hermione diligently sucking on him.

For a moment, Harry thought it was over. He panted, letting his orgasm subside briefly before getting off Hermione in order to apologize. She grabbed his wrists and forced him grope her breasts. He finally saw, at the last moment she spat his dick out so that he would cum all over her face. Seeing her so happily covered in his cum made him hard again.

"Hermione," he complained, "I was trying to break the spell, you need to swallow my cum."

"I don't want to break the spell," she bit her lower lip as she looked up at him, her face so horny and seductive that Harry forgot about everything else for a while.

From there, things became a wrestling match. Harry flipped her onto her belly and stabbed into her vagina. It was so wet and warm, and he was already so hard that he felt like he could have cum instantly. He was rough as he thrust into her and slowly pulled back out. She moaned as he had his way with her, and as she bobbed against the seat, and it pleasured her whole body through the spell.

Just as he was cummings, she was able to pull off him, and he came on her back. Thick streams of cum decorated her body. Harry wished that he could paint her entire body like this before breaking the spell. But Ron could be back, and who knows when they would reach their stop.

Harry lined up to try anal, but Hermione stopped him.

"I'm sorry, I think you're too big... I haven't trained that hole at all." She apologized. She was pensive for a moment, "I promise that I will though,"

Her admitting that there would be more times sent Harry into a frenzy. He didn't need to break the spell anymore, he just needed to pleasure Hermione. He fondled and caressed and kissed her breasts. Measuring what made her feel the best by her moans and pantings. He pulled her up and pressed her face and breasts into the window, giving her a view of beautiful countryside as he rammed his cock into her pussy.

They tried a few more positions before they tired out. She was sitting as he lapped his tongue in her wet pussy. There was a knock on the door, and they both jumped. Ron called through the door, asking why it's locked and to unlock it.

"We need to break the spell," Harry hissed in a whisper.

Hermione shook her head, "It actually broke just before you tried to go for anal." Hermione's face burned with embarrassment, "Some of your cum dripped from my face into my mouth."

They dressed, and then quickly wiped off the still visible cum. It wasn't perfect, and she would likely smell, but they hoped that Ron wouldn't notice. They had already taken a suspiciously long time opening the door.

"Sorry," they apologized as they let Ron it. He was suspicious, but Harry joked that they were just finishing off the sweets, that's why they had to keep the door locked, to keep Ron from hording them. Ron shrugged, successfully put off the scent of their real activities.

Hermione opened the window, just in case. The three of them started to talk and joke together again. It took a long time for Harry and Hermione to fully calm down, but Ron didn't notice. Hermione suggested that they were nearing Hogwarts and that Ron needed to get in his robes. Harry and Hermione already were dressed. Harry had changed when he purchased the clothes, preferring them over the hand-me-downs from Dudley.

Their door opened once more. Lisa Turpin's face was red, and she looked to the side in embarrassment. She quickly scanned the room before looking away again.

"May I borrow Harry; I have some business with him." She said.

Hermione and Ron studied Harry. His heartbeat was crazy. It felt shallow, but powerful. Quick, but still skipping every other beat. Harry stood to follow Lisa. "I'll... I'll come back... sometime." He said, his face burning. And he left with Lisa.

Sorry about the length of the chapter. I'm trying to keep them around 4,000 words. I just had a lot to get through, so Hopefully this will help me keep exposition and world building shorter in the future. Thank you for reading!