It broke your heart to say goodbye to Hermione after your rutting, but you knew it was your time to dip when she began barking! Hopefully, she would cool down atop that rainy cobblestone tower while you went to your appointment with Potter.
You begrudgingly walk to Harry's dorm; you had no want to see this wretched green-eyed freak after experiencing the joys of a woman, especially after having ruined his life with Hermione's failed brew… He seemed awfully upset after you gave him that seizure potion!
Not more stair! The grand staircase was unforgiving to a young magician like yourself.
It was such a long day after being with Hermione… from failed brew, to fulfilling feminine sex.
But now you have to see Harry? You were a bit scared of the effects of the potion, and especially its legality. When you reached the top of the stairs and passed the fat lady portrait her password, you were welcomed to a common room that was quite different than how you remembered. The room was usually basked in the brilliant glow of the red and gold of Gyffndindor, however, it now seemed to be veiled in ominous crimson… the dark storm of hallow's eve had cast the room in a glaze of maleficent glow that created a haze of bisexual lighting.
Harry was sat near the fireplace. How long had he been waiting since your endless effeminate endeavor had taken place? You wondered if harry would be furious about having waited too long for you but as you inched closer… he appeared to be grinning.
Though the fireplace shared warm light, the radiation did not reflect a friendly invitation from your friend. Harry glanced up at you and patted the seat beside himself "OH Y/n! I have awaited your return, you reek of woman… why?".
You were speechless… he shook his head, his disappointment obvious. "Nevermind, forget I asked. I require your assistance, friend" With this notion, harry began spreading several colored cloths on the closest coffee table.
You saw gorgeous plaids, dogtooth dots, polka dots, and even floral designs from the assorted fabrics. "I believe I've found my new style! Turbans! They aren't quite as flashy as what some wizards would seek, but they add quite a bit of character, no?"
You wondered why he wouldn't just wear a beanie. Winter was approaching and these turbans seemed awfully light, but you kept quiet and simply nodded out of respect, but mostly to avoid drama (lol)... Wait you simply must ask
"Harry, for what purpose do you seek to wear this turban, speak truthfully or speak naught"
"Well, to be honest, after enjoying your brew I feel as though I can trust you… I believe I am balding, at night, you see, my little scalp catches the cold December breeze, and I couldn't help but notice that my hair collects into nests nearly every morning, at the ripe age of 18, no less!"
Oh the poor fool, you felt nothing but pity for his small bald head. (you couldn't see a single hair missing, though you could see a pair of eyes blinking back at you, must have been the brew oops..)
"Y/N, you should follow me, I have something to show you. I appreciate you bringing my brew earlier; I was bummed about my bombed defense against the dark arts quiz. But… Being the boy who lived has its perks. My OWN big beautiful bathroom."
You wonder what he could possibly be doing in this bathroom. Harry danced towards a bookshelf and pulled a book lever. There was silence at first, then followed a great groan within the walls. You swear you heard hissing, but alas, it was the showers heating up. This was so stupid. You had no care for time with this trifling young man as your libido was taken care of earlier by pure lesbian love!
But… the bathroom was quite beautiful! Much more so than the mediocre balding man that welcomed you inwards. The walls were a mossy cobblestone; covering a circular room that held one large bubble-filled tub.
(*will write about how they get into the tub later*)
The warm water was wonderful against your hairy legs as Harry held your hips and guided you deepe.r into the bubbles. (*SEX SCENE PLEASE!*)
Harry began to kiss your lips with an intensity you found foreign. It was as if he was reawakening this side of you that you forgot existed. His hands moved to your busting bosom, cupping them softly. "God, you feel great," He murmured against your lips, trailing the kisses down to your neck. Mewls escape as he begins to lightly suck, forming the hickeys in the shape of a lightning bolt. You never knew love could be so electrifying. As you tried to move your own hands up to scrunch his hair, he moved your hand back down– Which seemed odd since he always loved you doing that: your caresses, your care, your motherly touch. You begin to pull away, now somewhat suspicious, but he guides your attention back to him by pinning you against the soapy wall. You feel water dripping down your forehead as you try to take control. "You've become more controlling, haven't you?" A voice says that sounds nothing like Harry as you both kiss. You didn't even feel him murmur it against your lips as you continued to kiss passionately. You let it slide– Maybe it was your own self-finding pride in your attempts at dominating the Boy Who Lived.
The boy seems to have awakened a mindless rutting instinct as he pulls his hands from your chest and tugs his cock from its place against your thigh. He tries desperately to stick it within you, but alas, the soap was not accepting of his impressive girth. He was obviously frustrated with his failings, and with a grunt, he stepped forward to perhaps bend you to his liking. However, the soap that had already turned him away was now once again his undoing as he quickly lost footing and slipped. YOu watched slowly as your love lost his balance and was sent tumbling backward onto his bald hiney. An immediate OUCH! was audible. However…. it was not from your love.
"Harry-senpai! where did that come from? Is a ghost among us?"
He violently shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about y/n. YOu must be imagining things. Let's go back to hollowing you out." He went back to attempting to insert.. and failing!
You knew you had to stand your ground upon these slippery bathroom tiles. You rose from the bath around you, butt bouncing, duh. "Something seems up with you. I didn't mean it like that, obviously."
Harry attempted to surge upwards to meet you face-on, however, your veiny masculine hand was placed upon his bolt and kept him from rising.
The boy said "Calm down, why are you ruining this for us. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you." Ummm wtf are you just going to let him say that to you?
"Let me see the back of your head." You demanded.
Harry instantly covered the back of his head. "Whatever," you retorted. You didn't care anyway. Instead, you rose from the tub and adorned a complimentary bathrobe around your voluptuous/supple body. Harry looked defeated as he was carefully getting out of the tub. Hopefully without slipping for once.
In the bedroom, you find your clothes laid out on his Gryffindor #pride bed. You swear you could see a pair of frog-loving blue eyes peek from the other side of the room. You gather yourself and prepare to leave. Harry stopps you at the door of his room. "Wait, don't go Y/N, you're seeing a pattern that's not there."
What did thaat mean? Harry was weird! In less than a second you had crossed the room to deliver justice to this stupid freak. You smacked the back of his head, but -b ubut but but–why did you feel something bite back.-