J K Rowling - [Harry Potter 0X]

by Harry Potter

  “I could see that,” Tonks offered. “Though he’d have to trip a lot to do so.”

  The two witches laughed at Harry and Hermione’s expense. Harry was a little ticked at their attitude.

  “It’s called Pleasure Pressure Points,” Harry defended.

  “Pleasure what?” the two Aurors asked.

  Lecturing was Hermione’s area of expertise and she explained to Tonks and Courtney about “The Magic of Making Love” and its uses. After a few minutes of explanation, Courtney asked; “So that little finger bang was a ritual?”

  “Yes, it makes the twins see through the clothes of witches, but only ones over fifty,” Hermione clarified.

  “And the book told Harry how he can do that thing with his Parseltongue?” inquired Tonks to which Hermione nodded. “That means not all the magic listed in the book has to do with rituals correct?”

  “Well, the Parselmouth thing was a power boosting ritual,” Harry explained. “But we’ve done it a few times since then simply for pleasure.”

  It seemed a little odd speaking so openly about sex in front of Courtney and Tonks, and Harry was surprised that he was offering so much information.

  “Do you think I could borrow the book for a while?” asked Tonks.

  “Why?” asked Harry.

  “I want to see if it’ll help me grow bigger daisies in my garden,” Tonks said snidely. “Why do you think I want to? I want to use some of the stuff in there to shag Remus silly, that’s why.”

  “I don’t know Tonks,” Hermione stated. “Harry’s power core is kind of keyed to the book and its rituals; we’ll be using it a lot and I don’t think I could lend it out just yet.”

  As Hermione was speaking to Tonks, a sudden thought occurred to Harry; they could get back at Remus and the pink haired Auror for their practical jokes by using the book. His idea centered on somehow tricking Remus and Tonks into doing something embarrassing. Exactly what, Harry didn’t know just yet, but he could think of that later.

  “Well, can’t we make them a copy of the book?” offered Harry.

  “But magical copies only last a few days before disintegrating,” Hermione said.

  “Who cares if it only lasts for a few days?” Harry asked with a knowing look in his eyes.

  “That’s right, I’ll thumb through the copy and memorize the fun ones before it disintegrates,” Tonks added.

  “All right,” Hermione concluded. It was clear by the look in her eyes that Hermione was curious as to what Harry was planning.

  Harry, Hermione, Tonks, and Courtney talked for nearly an hour; discussing techniques and positions (Harry was desperately trying to memorize something that Courtney called “The Sunday Morning Scoop”). After the sun had set, Harry and Hermione decided it was time to head back home. The couple got up and started to head to the Burrow to fetch Ron and Luna when Ginny spoke up.

  “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” Ginny said. She was still sitting next to Neville and had stopped her in-depth conversation with him to warn Harry and Hermione. “About fifteen minutes ago, Dad came out and ushered McGonagall in. He said something about making it official or something like that.”

  Harry looked at Hermione and he could tell that she was wondering the same thing he was; make what official?

  “Oh, by the way,” continued Ginny. “What the hell was wrong with Fred and George? They left a while ago looking like they had thrown up and soiled themselves all at the same time.”

  A warm and happy feeling passed over Harry. Their revenge had worked perfectly. With any luck, the twins would be permanently scarred!

  “I don’t know,” Hermione lied and had a huge grin on her face. It was obvious that she too was overjoyed that the twins were suffering. “We’re heading back to the castle, happy birthday, Ginny.”

  Ginny waved goodbye and turned back to Neville. She then continued her conversation with Neville; the pair speaking in soft tones to each other.

  “I guess we’ll Apparate to Hogsmeade and walk to the castle,” suggested Hermione.

  With a crack, the couple disappeared from the Burrow and after what felt like being squeezed through a rubber tube, appeared in front of the Three Broomsticks. The moment they arrived, Hermione turned to Harry and demanded;

  “All right, what do you have planned with the book?” she asked. “That look you gave me back there said you had something in mind.”

  “I figured that we give them a copy of the special book, but we change a few things around,” Harry explained. “Basically trick them into pranking themselves.”

  “That’s brilliant Harry,” exclaimed Hermione while they made their way to the castle.

  “But I’m a little concerned about Remus discovering the prank like he did with our first try,” admitted Harry.

  “Don’t worry, Harry; Detection Charms won’t work in situations like this,” explained Hermione. “For a Detection Charm to work, the caster has to be very familiar with the item he or she is casting the charm on. For example, Remus would’ve had to read the special book and know what it contained very well if he wanted to use a Detection Charm on it. Without knowing what was contained in the book in the first place, Remus won’t be able to tell what is different about it so any Detection Charms he’d cast on it would be worthless. So what kind of sticky situation are you planning on putting them in?”

  At first Harry had no idea, but slowly, Hermione’s comment about a sticky situation sunk in. The Sticky Widget! He’d trick them into performing the ritual he had read earlier in the day!

  “You are the most brilliant witch in the whole world,” Harry heralded and kissed his girlfriend. “I found a ritual in the book today where the two people will get stuck in mid-boink.”

  “Why would anyone want to intentionally do that?” Hermione asked.

  “I had no idea,” answered Harry. “But I reckon we’ll disguise it by mixing it with a stamina ritual and trick the two of them into doing it.”

  “And we can put a mild Compulsion Charm on that specific ritual. That way, they’d have to choose it,” finished Hermione. “And don’t worry about Remus finding the Compulsion Charm, a lot of books have them and it won’t seem out of place.”

  “A lot of books have Compulsion Charms on them?” asked Harry in a disbelieving way.

  “Yes,” replied Hermione. “It’s just a thing publishers do to make mediocre books sell well. Just look at The Da Vinci Code.”

  The young lovers spent the night making the copy of The Magic of Making Love with the altered ritual. The first thing in the morning, Harry sent the tampered book off with Hedwig to Tonks. Soon, revenge would be theirs.

  He returned to the Common Room to find Hermione waiting for him.

  “Have Ron and Luna come back yet?” he asked.

  “No, not yet,” Hermione replied. “They’re probably just shagging like bunnies somewhere.”

  Hermione paused and her expression suddenly became somber.

  “Harry, I just wanted to give you some time to prepare,” Hermione stated. “The potion needed for my boosting ritual will be ready in four days.”

  As he stood there in the Common Room in front of his girlfriend, Harry’s heart started to race. Not out of fear like it had the other day when he thought that they were going to make love right then and there, but out of excitement. Apparently, he was less afraid and more keen on the idea now.

  “I just wanted to tell you so that you can prepare yourself,” repeated Hermione and she walked up to hug Harry.

  When she placed her arms around him, Harry could tell that she was both excited and nervous over the ritual where she will lose her virginity. In a show of support, Harry returned her hug.

  But seeing that his heart was racing and he was excited over the thought of making love to the most wonderful witch in the world, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was suddenly very awake. The organ was jabbing Hermione in her hip as if it was saying that it was up for the ritual whenever she wanted to give it a try.

 
“Is that that your wand in your pocket?” Hermione asked saucily.

  “No, I’m just really happy to see you,” Harry replied with a lopsided grin.

  “You know, I had all the fun last night and you didn’t get any,” stated Hermione and she eyed the bulge in Harry’s trousers.

  “Well, it was fun for me too,” offered Harry truthfully. It was correct that he hadn’t climaxed, but he really did enjoy pleasuring Hermione.

  “Regardless, I feel I have to return the favor. Besides, I have to practice being Head Girl,” she said while placing a great deal of emphasis on the word “Head”. Hermione gave Harry a naughty little wink and lowered herself so that she was kneeling in front of her boyfriend.

  Harry’s heart was no longer racing but rather it was pounding away faster then he ever remembered! He was becoming light headed over the prospect of getting a blow-job from Hermione as well as the idea of making love to her in a few days. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was throbbing in his slacks and Hermione playfully stroked his length through his trousers. Harry’s mind was filled with the image of Hermione’s naked body underneath him and moaning out his name while they made love for the first time. With her dainty fingers, Hermione opened his trousers. The image of he and Hermione making love combined with Hermione kneeling in front of him with her fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers ready to pull them down made Harry’s heart feel like it was about to explode!

  Unfortunately, Harry’s heart wasn’t the thing that did explode.

  Harry grunted and his body shivered as he involuntarily climaxed and soiled the inside of his boxers. With her eyes wide open, Hermione looked up and said to Harry with a chuckle “I guess you were really excited?”

  The young wizard slumped his shoulders dejectedly. Harry had been about to get another “birthday present” from Hermione, but he had suffered a bout of premature ejaculation.

  “Ron’s record is what... six in a row?” Hermione asked as she continued to look up at Harry. “Let’s see if we can give him a run for his money?”

  Hermione tugged Harry’s boxers down and freed a messy ‘Harry, Jr.’. She placed his softening manhood into her mouth and began to work it.

  With a gulp, Harry said “You are the best girlfriend ever!”

  With the organ still in her mouth, Hermione replied “Yes I am, aren’t I?”

  It took some effort on Hermione’s part, but after a minute or two, she brought ‘Harry, Jr.’ back from his premature nap. She bobbed, suckled, and hummed Harry’s theme expertly. But this time, Hermione added a new technique; she began to gently massage ‘Harry, Jr.’s luggage.

  Harry’s knees were shaking a few minutes into Hermione’s fellatio. He had never done this standing up and added to the fact that he had already cum, Harry was worried that he might fall down. Thankfully, Harry remained strong and he felt the pressure build up.

  “Hermione, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out.

  The brunette witch redoubled her efforts and Harry unloaded himself into her mouth. He collapsed on the couch after he was finished and panted heavily.

  “I’d definitely say that my experiment to change your taste is working,” Hermione said happily after swallowing. She crawled over to Harry on all fours and played with his penis. Her pretty hazel eyes looked at the organ hungrily.

  “What are you doing?” Harry asked while still trying to catch his breath.

  “I told you that I wanted to give Ron a run for his money and I meant it,” Hermione replied with steely determination in her voice before popping ‘Harry, Jr.’ back in her mouth.

  “Her...my...oh...neee!” Harry groaned. Chapter Sixteen Summary: Prepare to shout “IT’S ABOUT TIME!” or “IT TOOK THEM LONG ENOUGH!”

  Try as she might, Hermione wasn’t able to get a third rise out of ‘Harry, Jr.’. And boy, did she try; the witch worked on the flaccid organ with her usual determination until her tongue got slightly numb. But despite her resolve, ‘Harry, Jr.’ was just too tired to get up and play right away after performing a third time. Harry was ready for yet another go about forty five minutes later, but seeing that Hermione’s tongue was a little sore at that point they weren’t able to do it. So the two lovers postponed the "Let’s beat Ron’s record" for another day. But Harry wasn’t one to let a moment like this pass him by, so he ravished his girlfriend until his tongue got numb as well. Of course he used his love-core to boost his Parsletongue magic to do so... not that Hermione complained. Unless you’d considered those pleasurable gurgling noises she made before she passed out from pleasure and sheer exhaustion a complaint.

  Harry laid next to Hermione on the couch while she slept and silently congratulated himself on how well he had satisfied her. After a while of just watching his girlfriend sleep peacefully, Harry got a little bored and he played with her boobs a bit. Mind you he didn’t molest her or anything; he just squashed them together and imagined what it would look like to have his penis in between them. Her wonderful breasts weren’t as large as Luna’s - which Harry was happy about, Luna’s tits were too damned big, he’d imagine that he’d get a sprained wrist playing with them - but Harry reckoned that his girlfriend’s boob were large enough to wedge ‘Harry, Jr.’ in between. Of course, he doubted that she would ever agree to such an activity. Harry decided to put that little fantasy away with the “Hello Kitty” lingerie as something that he’d never bring up to Hermione.

  Early the next morning, Hedwig returned from delivering the altered Magic of Making Love to Remus and Tonks. Harry made a silent prayer that Remus wouldn’t suspect that it was a tampered copy and would fall for his and Hermione’s trap.

  ***

  Harry’s prayer was answered a little after supper that night, when the flames in the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room turned green and Tonks’ face magically appeared. Just one look at Tonks and Harry could tell that she was a little haggard. Her hair was very messy and tossed this way and that. It was obvious that she had been sweating profusely. In other words; she looked like she had been shagged rotten.

  “Hey you two, am I interrupting?” Tonks asked with a weary quaver in her voice. Harry noted that she didn’t use her trademark greeting of “Whotcher.”

  “No, not really,” Harry said, trying desperately to fight the smile that was threatening to split his face open. If he guessed right, Remus and Tonks were stuck in a compromising position as they spoke. “Are you okay, Tonks? You sound a little... spent.”

  Hermione suddenly became very interested in the book that she was reading; she held it very close to her face. Of course she was really trying to hide her snicker caused by Harry’s “spent” comment.

  “Um... no, I’m fine...” Tonks said with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

  Harry was having a great amount of difficulty concealing his joy over the obviously successful prank. In his mind’s eye, he could see Remus and Tonks in an awkward position, literally stuck together at the bits. Harry reckoned that the two lovers would have to be in the doggie-style position (or ‘wolfie-style’ in honor of Remus’ lycanthrope condition) and that Remus was standing behind Tonks while she was on all fours with her head in the fireplace.

  “Would you two mind sending over the original book you copied for us?” Tonks asked.

  Apparently, Hermione had had enough and let out a tremendous belly laugh, sending Harry over the edge as well. In a fit of hysterics, Harry collapsed into his girlfriend’s lap and sniggered at Tonks.

  “Oh, you cheeky bastards!” Tonks yelled.

  “It worked!” Hermione cried out triumphantly.

  “Just send the effing book over here!” Tonks commanded.

  “But Tonks, if we send it with Hedwig, it might take hours to get there,” Harry pointed out with tears of amusement rolling down his face. “You don’t want to be stuck like that for hours, now do you?”

  After a moment where Tonks just scowled at the teens, she gave in. “Fine, floo over here and give us the book,” she said in a defeated way.

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bsp; “We can receive fire-calls here, but we can’t travel through this fireplace,” stated Hermione. “We’ll have to floo from the Headmistress’ office, so give us a few minutes.”

  “Fine,” Tonks grumbled irritably. “That’ll give us to time to make ourselves more presentable.”

  And with a pop, Tonks’ face disappeared and the flames turned red once more. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and was about to make a mad dash to the Headmistress’ office; he didn’t want to give Remus and Tonks too much time to cover themselves. If they could hurry, he might be able to embarrass them even more if he and Hermione could come stumbling out of the floo while Remus and Tonks were still in an exposed and compromising position. But Hermione tugged him back down and pulled out her wand. She placed one of the throw cushions from the couch on the table in front of them and tapped it with her wand while she incanted; “Portus.” Apparently, Hermione wanted to catch Remus and Tonks much like Harry had, but her way was much quicker.

  After Harry and Hermione touched the cushion, they were transported to Remus’ cottage - where Harry crashed to the floor as usual. Unfortunately, Remus and Tonks were too fast for them and had somewhat hidden already.

  Remus was sitting at the kitchen table, though Harry could tell that the table had been magically altered. It was much larger than the last time he saw it; the table used to be of a normal height and could sit two people comfortably. But now it had obviously been transfigured and was so tall that it covered most of Remus’ chest and was wide enough to seat six people. It was also large enough for a grown witch to hide under.

  “Hello you two,” Remus greeted them as if nothing was unusual. “You got here quick.”

  Harry was amazed at Remus’ cool poise; the werewolf was sitting calmly at the table and if Harry didn’t know any better, he’d assume that nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course Harry couldn’t completely see Remus’ lower half of his body because of the oversized tablecloth obscuring his view, but it was obvious that Remus was sitting in a very uncomfortable way; the former DADA instructor appeared to be sitting on the very front edge of his chair and Harry could see Remus’ feet sticking out on either side of the table which meant that he had his feet placed very far apart. It was clear that Tonks was under the table and was wedged between Remus’ legs.