Chapter Seven - New Day, New Girl

Harry frowned as he felt himself being reluctantly dragged from an exceedingly good dream. He'd been sitting on a deckchair under an umbrella on a white sandy beach, watching Ginny and Susan Bones playing topless in the surf while Hermione in a golden bikini was on her knees in the sand, fondly fellating his member. He frowned and groaned with pleasure as the dream faded away, but somehow the sensation didn't stop. Strange. Feeling a weight on his leg, he opened his eyes.

It took him a second, but in the first light of dawn streaming through his window, he recognised the long, fiery hair and plump, wide ass of Ginny, who was stark naked and laying face down next to him, leaning on his thigh and lovingly slurping on his cock like it was her favourite ice lolly.

"Hi," he said croakily with an amused smile.

"Hi," she said, though it was more of a hum as she had a mouthful of cock, her lips somehow still turning up in the corners to smirk.

"Didn't forget I was coming did you?" she said, after removing her mouth from him, "Your dick didn't, he was all ready and waiting for me."

"Ahhh, no, I didn't forget," Harry assured her after quivering as she ran her thumb across the back of his bell end. Ginny's potential visit had been the reason he'd taken an extra shower before he went to bed, "Just thought you might've shaken me or something."

"Nah," Ginny replied, waving him off with one hand while still slowly jerking him off with the other, "I considered just sitting on it, but I didn't know if you'd be alright with it or how long you'd take to wake up. You're a really deep sleeper Harry, breakfast starts in an hour."

"You should've done," Harry replied, "There's not much that would wake me up faster than having your gorgeous bum bouncing on my dick. Or you could have sat on my face, make sure you were good and ready."

"You're kidding, I've been thinking about this all night," she said breathily, getting up and moving to straddle him before grabbing his cock and placing the head between her folds, "I'm plenty wet for you already."

With a long moaning sigh of satisfied anticipation, Ginny slowly impaled herself on his cock, her eyes half rolling back. After he too groaned at the feel of her hot walls around him, they locked eyes and gave each other a flirty smile.

"I could get used to this," Harry said, running his hands along the soft skin of her thighs.

Ginny slowly started grinding herself atop him, closing her eyes moaning softly as she focused on the feeling of his cock.

"Hmmmm," she hummed in pleasure, "I could never get used to this."

"I thought you wanted it in the ass next time?" Harry asked, gently fondling her breasts as she slowly started to ride.

"I've got plans…ahh… for that," she said, leaning down to say quietly in his ear, "Just wait and see."

She kissed him softly and began her riding gaining a steady rhythm. Not releasing the kiss Their tongues danced in each other's mouths exquisitely as they got lost in the sensations of each other. Revelling in how soft her skin was, Harry ran his arms from her thighs around to her loud ass, and Ginny lowly moaned with pleasure as she rose and fell.

"God, I love your ass, Gin," Harry said, softly squeezing the supple flesh, guiding her downwards to move faster as he took in the sight of the way her hair shifted and framed her perky, bouncing breasts.

"Uahh, grab a proper feel then," Ginny said, and for a moment her words confused Harry before she planted her feet on her bed in a squatting position, the sheer length of Harry's very large, bespoke-to-Ginny manhood ensuring he didn't fall out.

With his hands now properly cupping her arse, Ginny started to squatfuck him, with hard steady squats that made a slapping sound when her buttocks collided with his thighs. The sensations were incredible, and with her leaning forward, hands on his shoulders for balance, long red hair fell forward like two curtains that blocked the rest of the room out and drew them further into the moment.

"Ohh, ooh, fuuuck, ohh fuuucking he'll, that's so…' she moaned.

Harry was helping lift her ass up each time Ginny squatted so she didn't get tired, eagerly watching her warm cunt envelop him over and over. Both of them were getting close now and he started dragging her down again as well, using his stronger arms to do the work.

"Fuck Harry, don't stop!" she moaned as he practically threw her down onto him, "I'm gonna come!"

The moment she screamed and the hot walls of her pussy clamped down on him, he too came undone, nails digging into her ass as he let loose inside her.

Ten minutes later, they were getting ready for class. Ginny had already come to his room in her robes and changed so all she needed was to brush her hair. She sat on the bed waiting for him to finish getting dressed, idly flicking through a textbook.

"You know," she said absentmindedly as he put on his socks, "I really quite like the idea that your cum is gonna be dripping out of me all day."

Like it? Harry loved it!


Harry and Ginny were very nearly late for breakfast. The sitting for the first meal of the day ran for ninety minutes but they only had forty five minutes remaining by the time they'd sat down. They were, however, in time for Dumbledore to stand, clink a spoon onto his goblet to make an announcement.

"Today, I have a rather unusual announcement to make. I'd like you all to bid a warm welcome to Lotty Trounce."

He waved his wand and the doorway to the antechamber opened, revealing a pretty blonde girl, about eighteen or nineteen, wearing Gryffindor colours.

The headmaster continued, "After being homeschooled for the past three years, it has been decided that to allow her to socialise and to give the best chance in her OWLs next year that Miss Trounce will be taking her rightful place among the fourth years from now on. She was sorted into Gryffindor this morning before breakfast and so please, give her a warm Hogwarts welcome."

The denizens of the schools cheered as Lottie shyly walked over to the Gryffindor table. Seamus, always on the prowl for a new pretty girl, shoved Dean along the bench for her to sit between them.

As Dumbledore too sat down, Harry got to his feet and clinked his own Goblet. He'd had this idea brewing over the last couple of days, his male hormones constantly burning like fiendfyre and today was finally the day he planned on doing something about it. As those in the room turned their heads towards him a quiet hush enveloped the room before he spoke.

"Witches and Wizards, the Goddess of Magic wishes for me to convey to you how proud she is to see the Wizarding World doing so well over the last few weeks. I am told there has been a sixty percent increase in conceptions in the last three days alone.

Today, she wishes to introduce a number of new changes to Hogwarts, changes she says will help our future generation.

Now lady magic isn't happy with the fitness level of our students. Keeping fit and healthy improves learning and reduces the workload on hospitals. As such, beginning on Monday the first mandatory fitness classes will take place. These classes will be taken instead of History of Magic, which is to get a new teacher beginning next year and will be a third year elective.

The headmaster is to recruit two teachers forthwith and they are to be given any equipment they choose. The school and the Ministry will work this week and have until Monday to work with the teachers to manipulate any of the various rooms of the castle that they see fit to ensure they are fit for purpose. The first class, which will take up one of the sessions a week that the classes usually take History, will be focused on general fitness and endurance. The second class, in honour of the Goddess' revealing to the Wizarding World in the Triwizard tournament, will be a swimming class to ensure all magicals who grow up in Britain know how to swim. This will mean the two facilities that need to be created will be high quality Gymnasium and Swimming Pool.

Now for the next big announcement. The Goddess believes that the repeated use of robes is impractical for training in self defence and uses far too much material. The new uniforms will change, also from Monday. For the boys, short sleeved t-shirts, black trousers and black shoes. The boys shirts should be in either of the two colours that represent a student's house, to the student's personal preference. For the girls, vest tops in their house colours, pleated, kneecap length skirts in black and for footwear they are to wear high-heeled shoes or boots that are of a matching colour to their vest top. As we often visit the grounds and Scottish weather can be chilly, Hogwarts robes and cloaks can be worn while outside, however they'll not be needed inside as the uniforms bought should be enchanted for comfortable body temperature. For the fitness classes, muggle sportswear and swimwear will be worn and can be in a style of the student's choosing.

The Goddess is giving students leave this weekend to go to Hogsmeade to purchase supplies, though as it will undoubtedly be busy, students' parents may escort their children from the school on Saturday or Sunday, but they must return for the evening feasts. Thank you all."

The cacophony in the room was unbelievable as Harry once again took his seat.

"Holy shit, this is amazing, no more stuffy robes!" said Lee, excitedly

"Fitness classes though, I don't wanna do sit ups!" Ron whined.

"Actually, good fitness levels help you learn better from the increased neurochemicals, Ronald" informed Hermione.

"Fuck neurochemicals. Swimming classes with girls!" said Seamus, making every female around them groan.

"Oh Merlin," said Neville, "That means we're gonna have to get our kit off in front of them too!"

"Don't worry about it Nev," Harry answered, "I bet lots of people don't like their body."

"Says you, you could bench press most of the girls here," said Dean.

"Could I? Should I make a sign up sheet?" Harry replied cheekily.

"I'd sign it," said Ginny. Dean wasn't pleased when some other girls agreed with her.

Lottie, the new girl, said nothing and was more than happy to observe. It wasn't until their first class, Herbology that she started to come out of her shell a bit. It turned out that she knew quite a bit about magical plants, and as she assisted Harry with repotting their Vipertooth Snozzcumbers, Harry realised that she had quite the 'adult' sense of humour. The Snozzcumber was similar to a cucumber, but rather than green, was a dark purple with angry-looking red thorns along its skin. Those thorns were used in a variety of potions, but Lottie had remarked that the tubular plant would make an excellent torture device if any boys were to try and get too close with her. Harry's butt was stinging just thinking about it.

After Herbology and an inevitably dull Divination class, Harry once again found himself in the Great Hall for lunch. He was talking to Ron and Hermione about their next lesson when Ron's eyes suddenly glazed over. Harry felt a finger tap him on the shoulder. He turned around.

"Salut 'Arry," said the lilting French accent of Fleur Delacour, looking undeniably pretty in her azure Beauxbatons robes with her long silver-blonde ponytail draped over her shoulder.

"Hi Fleur," Harry responded, "Everything okay?"

"Oui," replied Fleur with a smile, "I was wondering, I am unfamiliar with zis, 'Ogsmeade' and I too want to join in with ze fitness classes. Would you accompany me on Saturday? 'Elp me to pick out some new jogging shorts and maybe, a bikini?"

Harry's mouth went very dry. Facially, Fleur had the prettiest face of anyone in the castle, except maybe Hermione, thought Harry. Her body though, she was tall, willowy and graceful like a dancer, with long shapely legs that went on for days. Every male in the castle must've dreamt about how she'd looked in her second-task outfit since.

"I'd love to Fleur," Harry replied with a grin, "Meet at ten by the school gates?"

"Bon," Fleur answered prettily, "It is, 'ow you call it…a date."

Fleur bid Harry farewell, excusing herself to her own classes she had to prepare for and Harry turned back around. He wasn't sure whether to be thrilled or upset that Hermione now had a face like thunder.

The answer to that came after they set off for Transfiguration together, alone as Ron was still pigging out. The youngest Weasley boy had announced that he'd decided he would still keep up his eating habits, but now dismissed any comments about his 'bottomless pit' appetite as him needing 'brain food' to help with his studies.

"It's a shame you agreed to go with Fleur to Hogsmeade this weekend," Hermione said off-handedly as they exited a shortcut out of a tapestry onto Transfiguration corridor, "I was planning to ask you the same. I was even considering having you actually in the fitting rooms with me, you know, to make sure everything fitted properly."

Yep, Harry was upset. Even when Harry offered to reschedule, Hermione returned his suggestion with a patronisingly exaggerated French accent, "Oh no, Monsieur 'Arry has plans. Can't have the Prophet of Magic going back on his word, can we?"

Drat. Harry was pissed. All his work with her over the last couple days had seemingly been about to pay off, yet now, it seemed like he was back to square one, or worse. She even pointedly sat at desk away from him in Transfiguration and didn't say a word to him the whole class.

Just as everyone was about to pack things away, McGonagall herself made an announcement that set the entire class abuzz. There would be a ball, the Yule ball and people were supposed to bring dates as it was a dance, after all. This changed things for Harry. He could think of no one else he'd rather take more than Hermione. Oh God, what if Fleur asked him. Would he be able to say no? And Ginny would obviously be hoping for him to take her as well. If Hermione wasn't in such a foul mood with him, Harry would've asked her to go with him immediately after the class, but decided that it probably wasn't the best idea and should wait until he was out of the doghouse with her.

Transfiguration wasn't completely a dud though, that new girl Lottie was becoming more confident by the minute and Harry found himself quite enjoying the time in class they spent together. There was a weird moment though, when the new girl was the first to get the spell right in class, McGonagall had given the girl ten points to Hufflepuff and the pretty blonde had corrected her that she was in the deputy headmistress' own house, Gryffindor. McGonagall had waved it off as a single mistake, but Harry had never seen he'd make quite such a mistake before.

Nevertheless, with Hermione not speaking to him and going to the library after the class with Ron, Harry, thinking he should give Hermione space, walked side by side with Lottie behind the remaining Gryffindors up to Gryffindor tower at the end of class.

"So Lottie," Harry said heading up one of Hogwarts' bajillion staircases, "You were homeschooled before this right? What was that like?"

"It was cool," the blonde replied in her South Yorkshire accent, "Me mum were an Auror, but with me Dad earning quite a bit as a muggle lawyer, she retired to look after me. Learned loads of stuff."

"Oh wow," said Harry very impressed, "That's what I want to do when I've graduated, I think. Gotta take potions NEWT though, dunno if I'll get into Snape's class."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Lottie replied, "Prophet of Magic, you know you've got more power than the Ministry now, right? Could just make up any old bollocks and say it was from the Goddess of Magic and everyone would be shit scared of going against you in case it angered her."

"Now that's an idea," Harry replied, his eyes gleaming, and then putting on a fake announcement voice, "All Slytherins must wear their underpants on their head."

"Haha yes!" Lottie replied, "All girls must submit to the Prophet of breast inspection to make sure they're suitable for magical babies."

"Now that's an idea!" Harry replied with a grin.

"Yeah well, I know it will be bollocks now so you best not make it or you'll find yourself with a snozzcumber where the sun dunt shine."

"Note taken,' Harry replied, raising two hands in defence.

On the last flight up to Gryffindor tower, they were in an amusing conversation about Dumbledore's history of outrageous outfits, but thoroughly distracted, this unfortunately meant that Lottie put all her weight through a disappearing step and ended up with her whole leg through the staircase.

"Oh fuck!" she cursed, "Why am I always so damn clumsy?!"

"Chill out," Harry replied, reaching out a hand and pulling her back to her feet with ease. She smiled at him prettily, and as he gripped her hand he felt his siren powers in effect. Her cheeks flushed and then something very interesting happened. Her hair turned bright pink.

"Woah!" Harry exclaimed, "Your hair!"

"Oh shit!" Lottie exclaimed, the pink locks immediately turning back to their previous dirty blonde, "I didn't want anyone to know just yet."

"Don't worry, Harry replied, I don't think anyone else saw," Harry indicated to Parvati and Lavender who were a way ahead of them and still fully absorbed in their world of juicy gossip. "But didn't want anyone to know what? That your hair changes colour when you fall through staircases?"

"No. I'm…er…something called a Metamorphmagus. I can change my appearance at will, it's just sometimes if I get taken off guard by something, changes can happen accidentally."

"Wow, that's cool!" Harry replied enthusiastically, "So you could change into just about anyone?" He could think of a number of different uses for that ability.

"Yep, but I try not to reveal it if I can. Women like me are sometimes kidnapped because we could essentially change to whatever lover their captor fancied that day, courtesy of the Imperius curse. I dread to think what some of the pervy boys will be like in school when they find out."

"Wow, I hadn't even thought about that," he lied. The first thing that came to his mind had been what she might look like if she had Fleur's face, Hermione's chest, and Ginny's ass, droolworthy, probably. If he were honest, though, the face Lottie had right now was very pretty as well.

"Is that what you normally look like?" Harry asked, "Like…your 'natural look'."

"I don't really have a 'natural look', when I was younger bits of how I looked would change at random until I learned to control it, I just decide how I wanna look that day, though usually I keep features similar so people can recognise me."

"That makes sense. I wish I could do that."

"It has its upsides and its downsides."

"Well, I'll keep it a secret until you tell me otherwise. I promise." Harry assured her.

Lottie, overwhelmed at the thought of him potentially giving away something that would've ruined everything on her first day was incredibly grateful at that and squeaked, reached out, gave him a sideways hug and pecked him on the cheek. Afterwards she felt a stirring between her legs. Wow, she hadn't felt that kind of reaction in a while, she thought, not since-

"Hey, aren't you meant to be going up a floor?" Harry asked, interrupting her thoughts. They were standing outside the Nemean Lion portrait. "Gryffindor Common Room's on the top floor, password is Flibbertigibbet. Wait, if you haven't been before I can just show you."

"No need, Lottie replied, "I know where it is." I'll see you tomorrow, Harry."

"You won't," Harry replied, "I'm at the Ministry for a Trial tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, Sirius Black's. Well, see you later then."