Hannah Abbott: Harry, can we give you a memory, a dream actually, and ask you to examine it?
Hannah had made this request of Harry and for him to fulfill it would be necessary to obtain a Pensieve. Today was the day he had a date with Cho Chang at Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour. The time of the date was 11:00 AM so he planned to arrive at Diagon Alley by 10:00 AM to buy the Pensieve and arrange for its delivery. Hannah Abbott was also going to meet him and Cho, although Cho did not know it. He and Hannah intended to bring Cho to a meeting with George Weasley. The meeting's purpose was to pitch a business proposal, that he sell Hannah's clever potions in his adults only room. This was a little devious on Harry's part because he was hoping to shock Cho as they described the sexual purposes of the potions to George. Depending upon the severity of her shock it might be great fun.
Harry had directed Kreacher to prepare a bedroom for Hannah on the first floor near the library. It might be completed by the afternoon and Hannah could have her own accommodation when she conducted research late into the night. There had been a discussion between Hannah and Kreacher regarding the furnishings she wanted and Kreacher bowed low and popped off to fulfill her wishes. Kreacher's deference to Hannah was well established. He was delighted that the Ancient and Noble House of Black was receiving a pure‑blood guest and Harry was sure he'd try to exceed her expectations by a large margin. Before Harry left he checked the library and found her there busy with her research.
"Harry, this is a book of formulas handwritten by the court alchemist who served Frederick II, Holy Roman Emperor, in the thirteenth century. The Ancient House of Black must truly be ancient. How or when this book was acquired would be a fascinating story. Oh yes, and the translation spell has been most helpful, even vital. Thank you for everything you're doing for me."
"Nice to see you with a purpose. I'm glad you're happy."
"This alchemist's work describes the genesis of the polyjuice potion. Do you know what this means?"
"No," was all he could say.
"I've been working on a variation of the polyjuice potion since my second year at Hogwarts, a potion that would be a monovalent transmogrification catalytic infusion."
"A what?"
"Polyjuice potion is a polyvalent transmogrification catalytic infusion. Transmogrification means changing completely into another form, in this case the form of another person. By polyvalent I mean that it can change a person into any compatible form. Put a sample of a person's hair in the potion and you've infused the essence of the donor into the potion which will then catalyze the transmogrification of whoever drinks it into the donor's physical form. It's the polyvalent feature of polyjuice that I have been working to eliminate. I want a monovalent potion, one that catalyzes a simple one-way transmogrification. It will be easier to brew and won't be disgusting. This alchemist was close to succeeding."
"So what exactly is the 'monovalent transmogrification' that you're hoping to achieve?"
"A gender change, Harry. Think of it, one swig of this stuff and I can be exactly who I am, but my physical gender would be changed. I can be a man for one hour. I could feel what it's like to fuck somebody, to have a cock to play with. I can feel what it's like to get a blow job and it might even help me get better at giving them. Don't you want to find out what it's like to get fucked? You could have multiple orgasms like we do, maybe even squirt. Can you imagine?" The idea of getting fucked, even of having tits, or sucking a cock, might require some deep personal reflection on his part. He wasn't sure he was ready.
"Hannah, I think such a potion, if you succeed, should be sold at a price of fifty galleons. It's not meant for everyone. Anyway, I am happy you're making use of the library. I've got some shopping to do before I meet Cho so I'm going now. Can't wait until we talk to George and shock Cho."
"You bet, Harry. See you later."
It was not obvious to Harry where he might obtain a Pensieve, but it was obvious to him who he would ask: Garrick Ollivander. Entering Ollivander's Wand shop he rang the bell. Soon enough Mister Ollivander appeared. He was looking much better than he did at Shell Cottage and he was delighted to see Harry again. An enormous smile adorned his face. "Mister Potter, I am delighted to see you. It is a high honor, indeed."
"You're looking well, Mister Ollivander, and please call me Harry."
"Quite. Thank you, er, Harry. Yes, the past few months have been good to me, thanks to your rescue and Miss Lovegood. I am forever in your debt, both of you."
"Luna's optimism and cheerfulness must have been a great comfort to you. I'm sure that we both love her very much."
"No truer statement has ever been made. May I inquire if this is a social visit or do you have a need I can fulfill?"
"Both, really. I've been worried about you and wanted to make sure you were well. But, yes, I thought you could help me with a question that I have. Perhaps you could tell me how I can acquire a Pensieve."
"I would be delighted to help you with that, er, Harry. You are a great and powerful wizard and a Pensieve in your possession is a most useful tool. You guessed correctly. This is not a common household object and its use is well beyond the needs or the skills of ordinary wizards or witches. Pensieves have not been manufactured for many decades, perhaps longer. The only way to acquire one today is through a private sale. However, it so happens that I have in my possession two of them. I have them stored in a cave protected with many powerful wards. Therefore they were not lost when the Death Eaters sacked my shop. I will not sell them to just anybody. No, that would never do. Nor do I even admit that I have any in my possession. But you Mister Potter, er Harry, are at the very top of the list of those I judge qualified to receive one."
"I will be forever in your debt, Mister Ollivander. I'm grateful. You are probably well aware that I can afford to pay any price that you feel is fair."
"This will be my special gift to you, and no argument. It is done."
It could be delivered today. Two free house elves would be hired to move and install the Pensieve, but that can be quickly arranged. When he explained where it was to be delivered, Ollivander was surprised to hear that Harry had inherited the Black family home and that he was the full heir to the Black hereditary title. Sketching a small map of the library where it was to be installed, Mister Ollivander promised that it would be ready to use later the same day. It included a cabinet with appropriate storage for the vials. Harry thanked him again and took his leave. He would return another time and insist that he compensate Ollivander for the moving expenses.
As he exited Ollivander's he noticed Parvati window shopping at Flourish and Blotts, across the alley. He approached her from behind and remarked, "Are you as much of a bookworm as, Hermione?" Surprised, she whirled to face him.
"Maybe I am, Harry. But I'm developing my skills at something else too. Want to help?" Her grin was mischievous. The indirect reference to sucking cock was not lost to him.
"You know I would do anything for you, Parvati. It's always my pleasure to be of service."
"It certainly will be your pleasure, Mister Harry Potter. How about this time we arrange for a private lesson?"
"Send me an owl. I'm sure we can schedule something in. You'll excuse me but I have another appointment."
He was a few minutes early so he waited outside of the ice cream parlour and watched the shoppers go by. Cho was right on time and as she walked up to him he admired how beautiful a woman she had become. Her eyes, especially, were captivating and her smile was more than inviting. He may have been staring too intensely as he scanned her figure because she spoke first and it jolted him out of his reverie.
"Harry, you're dressing so well these days. How are you?"
"Hi Cho. Thanks. I'm doing great. I'm having a date right now with a beautiful young woman."
She blushed slightly. "Wow, Harry. That's such a nice thing to say. You're not the awkward boy you used to be. Your confidence is showing. It's sexy."
This was starting off right. "Shall we go in and order?" he asked.
They went in and found a nice little table by the window. Looking over the menu he had a suggestion for her. "Cho, it's almost lunchtime and I haven't eaten, maybe you haven't either. Let's make a meal out of what we order. I spent a lot of time here at the end of one summer when Minister Fudge ordered that I not wander outside of Diagon Alley or The Leaky Cauldron. So, I have a suggestion. Why don't we order the Loch Ness Monster Ice Cream Sundae Boat and split it? I love the thing but it's more than I can eat in one sitting and I think you'll like it too."
Cho was thrilled. "That's a wonderful idea, sharing a sundae with you. Can we get something to drink with that?"
"I suggest either the strawberry or the cherry phosphate."
"Cherry phosphate, please," she said with a big warm smile.
Talking to girls intimidated Harry back when he was a student. But now, after all his summer escapades, his skills had developed. Not only could he talk to them he could call them by dirty names and demand from them a laundry list of sexual favors. But here, with Cho, it was going to be polite, fun, and playful. That would change later when they spoke to George.
They shared what they were doing with their summer. Harry had been sorting through all the fan mail he had been receiving and putting the house in proper order. He told Cho about his new owl, the new furnishings in his room, his discovery of the haberdashery shop, his purchase of it and his new wardrobe.
The summer had been filled with independent study for Cho, who was increasing her mastery of charms, potions and herbology. She was thinking she'd like to become a healer and she had the correct academic credentials, having earned an "E" at NEWT level in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was looking for books on the subject.
"Perhaps I can be helpful. There is an extensive library in my home and I know there is a section on medicine and healing potions."
"Harry! That's so sweet of you. I'd love to look through them."
Cho's role in Dumbledore's Army was starting to be reported in The Quibbler and she had now started to receive fan mail too. Cho asked Harry, "What kind of fan mail are you receiving? I'm sure you get more than anyone else."
"All kinds. You name it. I got a piece of fan mail from you."
"Well, I'm just curious. Being honest, some of it I must hide from my mother. Do you get fan mail like that?"
There was no reason to dance around the subject with her. "Some of it is very pornographic. I was shocked at first but I now deal with it as a matter of routine. There are also a lot of personal stories about how their lives were improved, or even saved, by our defeat of Voldemort. There are sweet missives, like yours, and congratulatory notes too."
"You must have every witch in the British Isles trying to hook up with you," she mused. "Have you responded to many?"
"No. I didn't open any for quite awhile and then Luna suggested I hire on a mail service to sort through them and only allow ones from people I know, or official letters, to be sent to me directly. I answered your message, Luna's, and the Patil twins. I think that's all. Oh, yes, and Hannah's too."
Hannah had just walked into the shop and approached their table. "Hello, Harry," she said sunnily. "Hello, Cho. I'm Hannah Abbott. I don't think we've ever spoken but I was an admirer of your skill as a seeker. It's nice to meet you."
"How nice of you to say so, Hannah. I do know who you are. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. It's nice to meet you, too."
"Can you imagine that, Harry. She's calling me pretty when she is absolutely one of the most stunning creatures ever to walk the halls of Hogwarts. I'm deeply flattered."
"Ok you two. Hannah, sit down. Cho, Hannah and I want to pitch a business proposal to George Weasley and I thought you might find it fun, too, so I invited Hannah to join us. It will be fun. I hope that's OK with you. Would you like that?"
"Yes, I would. I'd like to see George too. I'm keen on gingers, no offense to either of you. I'm part Scott, after all."
"Great! I knew you'd be game. Is there anything we can order for you, Hannah, or are you ready to go? Cho and I are almost finished here." Harry scooped the last few bites of ice cream out of the bowl and swallowed them down. Cho had eaten more than her fair share of the Loch Ness Monster Sundae and it pleased him greatly. He told her exactly that, "I see you enjoyed the Loch Ness Monster. I'd love to do this again with you."
"Very much. Anytime. This has been fun. Now, let's go see George."
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was located near the end of the alley across from Gringotts. The three of them walked up the alley together and Cho reached out to hold Harry's hand. Suddenly he realized what they were about to do might put his budding relationship with Cho at risk. It had been a great date and he really did want to do it again. Well, too late now. He'll just have to risk it. Entering the shop they told a salesclerk they were here to see George. She led them back to his office. Harry's scar usually meant he was never questioned and he would be treated like royalty.
"Harry, my lad. Good to see you," George effused and came around from behind his desk to hug him. "You dog, you. Two at once? I always knew he had it in you. Hello Cho, you're looking more lovely than ever." Since Cho had competed against George on the Quidditch pitch they enjoyed a nodding relationship. "You're the only seeker I couldn't hit with a bludger. And Hannah, welcome to Weasley's Wizards Wheezes. You're a sharp bird, if I do say so. Harry certainly has a knack for attracting prime girls, doesn't he? Now, what can I do for you all? I understand you have a pitch for me. Sit down, please, all of you. Tell me what you've got."
Hannah put a pouch on his desk and spilled out several vials. Then she arranged them in order.
"George, it's like this. I have a fair hand at brewing potions and I'm leaving here for you a sample set of some of my favorites. We think these would fill out your offerings in your adults only room. Either way, I'm sure you'll enjoy testing them and you can tell me what you think."
"I like the idea. Tell me more."
"The pink vials here are stamina potions. They're brewed for men. A tiny drop rubbed into your penis will maintain it stiff as a steel rod. It will also block you from cumming for the prescribed duration. The light blue is good for fifteen minutes and the medium blue for twenty‑five minutes. Women don't really need anything like it because, if they're properly warmed up, they can go a long time without assistance form a potion. I'm proposing the light blue should be sold for five galleons and the medium blue for fifteen."
Harry was watching Cho out of the corner of her eye and she was staring at the vials with intense curiosity. He couldn't tell if that was good or bad.
"Genius Hannah. You would have made a great addition to our little enterprise when Lee, Fred, and I were inventing our batch of wheezes. I should have thought of this. If it does what you say I could take on a whole harem. Harry, have you tried it?"
He was reluctant to answer, but he did. "Yes."
"And? Tell me my boy. Don't be shy."
"Uhhmm, three very satisfied young ladies because of the light blue." He looked at Cho and she seemed to be on the verge of giggling, but it might have been a sour look. He still couldn't tell.
Hannah continued, "The clear potion is the simplest but might be the most versatile. I call it slippery. So there's stamina and slippery. Again, a small dab rubbed into your penis will make it slippery as an eel. Not every girl lubricates very well so this can be helpful. It's also handy for wanking and certain back‑door activities. In fact it's probably essential for anal sex. It will last for half an hour or more, we've never really timed it."
"BRILLIANT! You're a FUCKING GENIUS. What price do you suggest?"
"Five galleons. A vial like this is good for almost thirty uses so it's a reasonable price per use."
Cho was smiling now, without a doubt.
"These pink vials are filled with what I call warming. A small dab of the light pink can be applied to both my nipples and my pussy and it induces a gentle warm glow, but also a horniness raising tingle. It's good for men or women. The medium pink does the same thing but when your partner blows on it the warmth and pleasure blooms to a greater intensity and spreads deeply into the region where it has been applied. Like the stamina, we think five galleons for the simple and fifteen galleons for the blow."
Cho had reached over and picked up the medium pink vial and was looking at it with interest, a look of mischief on her face. George politely took it back and put it back in its place. "What's next," he asked.
"The green potions I call spunk. It's for men and, again, women don't really need anything like this. A small dab is rubbed into your balls, The light green will allow you to shoot a minimum of ten ropes of extra thick and extra tasty cum. The medium green is good for at least twenty shots. It's a little risky, this one. Harry's tried it, what was your experience, Harry?"
"After cumming I passed out very briefly. It seemed to drain the blood from my head. I can't imagine what twenty or more shots would take out of me, no pun intended."
George laughed heartily and Hannah and Cho joined him too. Cho was shamelessly delighted by Harry's report and his little pun. She gave him a 'come hither' look.
"I can't wait to hear about this rainbow swirl potion. I'll bet you saved the best for last."
"That depends on what you like. This one is also unisex. It has multiple mechanisms of action. Using the eye dropper a single drop on the back of the tongue does several things. I started salivating more heavily. Then, my throat relaxes and opens up. My involuntary bilateral pharyngeal contractions are suppressed, my gag reflex. Finally, a protective shield protects my throat from bruising. As a bonus I added a very small amount of sensitivity enhancer for the benefit of the cock that gets swallowed. I call it throat fuck. A single drop gave me about three minutes and that was more than enough."
Cho snatched the vial of the table and said to Hannah, "How much for this one?"
George gently retrieved it. "I'm willing to invite you to help me test it but this one is mine. They all work as advertised?" Geroge asked, looking at Harry.
Harry nodded. "Just as she described them."
"If the Boy‑Who‑Lived says they're good that's good enough for me. Maybe we'll start calling you The‑Boy‑Who‑Cums."
Hannah giggled but Cho laughed with great delight. Harry felt relieved and somehow guessed he'd be sharing more than a Loch Ness Monster Ice Cream Sundae Boat with Cho in the near future.
"Ok, I'm going to change some of the names a little and make up labels for the vials, with instructions for use. Here's what I want as soon as you can supply them. Oh, you better buy a bigger cauldron. If these sell they'll sell in volume."
Potion Name Type Price
Stamina 15 5
Stamina 25 15
Sex Oil 5
Hot Stuff Simple 5
Hot Stuff Blow 15
Spunk Flood 10 5
Spunk Flood 20 15
Throat Fuck 5
Galleons 70
Quantity 20
Total 1400 galleons
Wholesale 700 galleons
"When can you deliver?"
"Maybe in about a week."
"Ok, partner. If you have a minute we can stop over at Gringotts and transfer 700 galleons from my vault to yours. Are the rest of you coming with us?"
Glancing at Cho, Harry somehow thought she had something else in mind. "No. Cho and I are on a date. We have other plans."
Hannah turned to Cho and said, "Harry has a personal supply that he keeps in a little dragon skin pouch. Just so you know."
"Thank you Hannah. Let me add that George is right, you are a genius."
Walking out, George and Hannah went one way and Cho and Harry another. Hannah called out, "Have fun, you two."
Cho wrapped an arm through Harry's and pressed up tight to him. "Come on, big boy. Let's get a room at the Cauldron."
Harry looked back momentarily and saw Hannah holding George's hand as she climbed the steps into Gringotts. They booked a room in the Cauldron and climbed the stairs. As soon as they closed the door Cho was all over him, she was removing his shirt as he put a locking spell on the door and a silencing spell on the room. While she shed her own clothes he pulled out his little Dragon skin pouch and set it on the bed. Fully naked now, she knelt before him and took off his shoes, followed by his pants.
"Fuck, Harry. Oh, FUCK! You've got your own Loch Ness Monster here, don't you? I never imagined a cock so thick. Looks like your Nessie has cum up for a look see." Being a half‑blood Scott, this metaphor clearly amused her. "Get out that Throat Fuck potion. I'll need it."
Pulling the vial out of his pouch he filled the eye dropper before unscrewing the cap. "Tip your head back, open your mouth wide, and stick out your tongue." She complied. "That's right, Good job. You're going to show Harry what a fucking nasty little cock sucker you are, aren't you?" She nodded. Reaching into her mouth with the eyedropper he deposited a single drop on the back of her tongue. She closed her mouth. A moment later she took his Nessie into her mouth and began to suck, soaking it with her saliva and sliding her tight lips up and down. Then, she took a breath and slowly slid her mouth down its full length. There was a slight hitch when the head hit the back of her throat but she stuck her tongue out further and, quickly enough, her nose was pressed up tightly against his abdomen. She did not bob her head like other girls. Instead, with the deep breath she had taken, she began to hum the national anthem of Scotland.
Harry exclaimed, "FUCK! You nasty little cock sucking whore. Where did you learn that?"
After ten seconds she came up for more air then stuffed his dick back down her throat and continued humming the anthem. The feeling was incredible. He groaned when he reached bottom and moaned when she began to hum. She was looking up into his face and loved the ecstasy showing on it; it made her wet. Smiling around the cock in her mouth, she sucked on. Inside of three minutes she had repeated this treatment twenty times but, as predicted, her throat began to tighten up and she had to withdraw.
"By the Coven of the Berwick Witches, you did not cum. Did I do something wrong?"
"You did everything better than right. I don't cum that easy. Stand up." Standing, he took in the sight of her. "You are such a beautiful woman, Cho." Her skin was simply perfect, as though she had a perfect even tan with no trace of tan lines. Her breasts were probably a large B-cup but stood proudly with erect nipples begging to be touched. Her bush was sparse and she had grown her hair since her school days as it now extended almost to her waist. Those eyes, that shiny black hair, that mischievous little pout, and that perfect figure blending perfectly into her wide hips was a wet dream. His swollen pole was straining painfully. "Too sexy to resist."
He pushed her onto the bed, lifted her feet onto the mattress so her knees were in the air, and spread her legs. Now he attacked her moist pussy. After a few licks he stopped and retrieved the small vial of medium pink potion. Putting a small dab on the pad of his middle finger he circled both nipples, carefully painted only her clitoral hood while avoiding her clit, then painted the lips on her mouth. He leaned in to kiss her then pulled back and blew on her lips. "Waaaaaahhh! My Lord! Oh. That spread right through my face. Oh wow! And my nipples and pussy are warming too. Oh, I could cum just from that."
Next he pulled out the light green vial and rubbed a small portion into his ball sack. She watched him do it, breathing faster as he played with his sack. Then he kissed her again and blew on her lips again. She shrieked. He kissed and licked and caressed her breasts and nipples then blew on one nipple forcefully. Cho arched her back and let loose a shriek like a banshee, "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee you Deeeeeeeemmon. Fuck!" Then the other nipple. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee, that's spreading through my entire boob and chest. Fuuuuuucccccccck! On fire." Circling back and forth from one boob to the other he made her pant, and shriek, and arch her body off the mattress again and again.
Finally, he started to carefully lick her big pussy lips. Making sure not to rush things he licked over and over before he began to suck on her delicate lips. In her desperation she was bucking her hips into his face but he denied her what she wanted. "My Lord, Please My Lord. Do It. DOOOOIIIIIIT!"
"Tell me you're my dirty little Scottish fuck toy. Tell me." He continued to suck her small engorged pussy lips that were blooming open and exposing her soft inner core. She grabbed his hair and tried to force his mouth higher. He swatted her hands away. He repeated, "Tell me you're my dirty little Scottish fuck toy." She was panting, there was a trace of sweat on her pretty upper lip, her pussy was soaked and dripping juices down the crack of her ass. He returned to sucking her pretty little pussy lips.
"Please, My Lord. Please. You know what I want. Please."
"Tell me you're my dirty little Scottish fuck toy"
"I'm a fucking dirty Celtic whore and I'll be My Lord's willing little fuck toy slave. Just do me, my Lord."
He inhaled a deep, deep breath and blew forcefully onto her clitoral hood. Her back arched so high the only part of her contacting the mattress was the top of her head and her feet. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" She was cumming and, to Harry's delight, she squirted. His face was in the wrong place at the right time and her cum hit him right in his nose. He opened his mouth and took it in. She writhed in the throes of orgasm for half a minute before she dropped to the bed, exhausted.
Now, he mounted her and pushed his Loch Ness Monster slowly into her velvet cunt to full depth. She twitched when he hit bottom, knocking at the door to her womb. Then he began to fuck her. Lying prostate beneath him with her sexy body and her face twisted in ecstasy, was a dream come true for Harry. "So big, Fuck, so big. Merlin Harry you're stretching me, so big."
He wasn't going to last. She was too sexy. He pumped her rapidly for fifteen strokes and she began to cum again. He was there. He pulled out and climbed up her body, wanking his prick and then he released. The spunk potion fulfilled its purpose and he painted her face, hair, neck, and tits with large ropes of sticky white cum, eight ejaculations worth, then fed his cock into her mouth for three more pumps, flooding her mouth with a large volume of spunk that ran over and down both sides of her face, pooling in her hairs and ears.
Harry fell off her and lay prostate on the bed beside her. He had seen stars and lost his vision momentarily. He was utterly spent and lay there lifeless. Cho was scooping up his cum onto her fingers and sucking them clean. "My Lord and Master, I can now say I have been royally fucked and owned. And Hannah was right, your cum is very tasty."
She giggled.
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