VOTING NOTES AT THE BOTTOM
Poll winner: Dorm Rules
Summary: Having discovered the infinite uses of the ‘Hogwarts Ledger’ Harry grapples with the morality of using it for his own desires. Chapter One: Here
Chapter Two: Dorm Rules
Harry’s life had turned around.
“…and so a Bezoar is one of the most important ingredients to have around any Potions lab, and I’ll ensure each of you knows where they’re stored in our Ingredients cabinets!”
He was sitting front and center in the midst of Potions Class… but for once in his time here, he did not regret it! In fact, he was smiling! The new professor was quite charismatic, if a bit grandiose, in his teachings. But compared to Snape, this man was an angel. Harry was learning something new every day and picked up brewing rather quickly.
“Now, can anyone tell me where Bezoars are found naturally?” The new Potions Professor, Horace Slughorn gestured to the class.
Harry snickered to himself, remembering that question quite well, and raised his hand, “In the stomach of a goat, sir.”
“That’s right! Five points to Gryffindor!”
There was no comment from the rest of the class, a few of them scrawling in their notebooks. Harry let out a relieved sigh, smiling widely. It may seem like such a little thing, but being able to raise his hand and participate in class without being scrutinized by his peers or the teacher, was so refreshing.
Even Malfoy had his mouth shut!
Harry thumbed the smooth leather cover of the Hogwarts Ledger on his desk, and cracked it open once again.
It was due to this. This magical artifact changed his life here at Hogwarts.
He focused for a second as he turned the page, and flipped to a mostly blank page. At the top, written in his own scrawl, were the rules he’d made up for the castle. The first, of course, was ‘Harry Potter has better roommates.’
But a few lines under that, (Quite a few) was something new.
…Harry Potter is treated as a normal student…
His best idea yet.
The first few days of Hogwarts were some of the hardest, yet most exciting of his life. He came from a home that called him ‘freak’ into a world of magic and wonder… but learned of a new kind of social isolation in the process. He went from being a pariah, a freak, to being a superhero. He faced the intense scrutiny and borderline worship of the people he met, each of them hoping he was the second coming of Merlin and being disappointed he was just Harry.
While young, Harry wanted to be special. He thought that if he were someone great, people would stop ignoring him, scowling at him, and whispering behind his back. Now, as an adult, facing the other side of the coin, he knew that wasn’t what he wanted. Being special sucked.
He wanted to just be Harry.
So, the Hogwarts Ledger made it so.
The teachers didn’t seem to place their incredible expectations on their shoulders, and students stopped whispering in the halls as they passed. He was just another face in the crowd now… and he was happy about it.
Of course, being ‘treated as a normal student’ wouldn’t stop Malfoy from running his mouth. The two of them had a lot more issues than just Harry’s status as ‘The boy who lived’, but it did seem to take some ammunition from Draco.
He supposed he could’ve easily added something to make Draco ignore him, but he found he didn’t need to. He didn’t run into the loud-mouthed blonde much anymore, and when they did Draco’s words seemed to just slide right off him.
As Harry gathered his things and prepared to leave the class, Hermione grabbed his hand, “C’mon, Harry. We’ve got to get to Transfiguration next!”
He looked down at how her soft hand was clasped in his and softly blushed. He gave a silent nod and followed half a step behind her, wondering why she hadn’t let go of his hand yet. His lips stayed shut, not risking a comment on the matter.
His eyes glanced around. The flock of students leaving the classroom took a peculiar turn. The boys went left. The girls went right, Harry included in that group as he was pulled alongside Hermione.
…Male and Female students take different routes through the castle…
This line he’d written was one of the few he’d thought of to improve his life here in the castle. With singular access to an artifact that seemingly had control over the lives of everyone inside Hogwarts, Harry was cautious, almost insecure, about using it… but the temptation to improve his life was strong, especially as his experience with Snape was so wonderfully cathartic. He still read each and every paper in the mornings, closely following the details of Snape’s trial and imprisonment in Azkaban.
Now, why was separating the males and females roaming the halls relevant? Well, as Harry started walking everywhere with Hermione and the girls, rumors spread through Hogwarts like Fiendfyre. Somehow they’d learned exactly where his new room in the castle was… and that caused a huge tizzy. He faced about half a day of everything between jealous looks, to outright mockery… before he wrote a few new lines in the Ledger and fixed it just like that.
With these ‘new routes’ through the castle, Harry could almost forget that other guys studied here too, if not for them being present in his classes.
While brushing shoulders with Hermione Granger, Harry’s eyes wandered around the halls as they climbed out of the dungeon and toward Transfiguration Class.
He saw groups of very pretty older girls gathered in small circles as they chatted. They smiled and giggled at each other, and when their eyes met, they waved at him. His face felt hot.
The Hogwarts Ledger felt heavy under his arm. A constant reminder that with a few little sentences scrawled on its pages… and those girls could be…
He gulped and tried not to let his imagination go too wild.
It was hard. It had been about a week since Harry gave himself permanent access to the girls’ shower back in his new dorm. Since then, he’d been eagerly watching Lavender and Parvati wash each other’s bodies every day. The glorious sight of Lavender’s big boobs soaped up and sparkling in the light, combined with Parvati’s deliciously tanned asscheeks being playfully jiggled and smacked by Lavender, fed him the best fap material in the world.
The temptation was there every time. It would be so easy to add one more line to the book, to get HIS hands on the best pair of tits and ass in the school, and then maybe even..!
He couldn’t do that to them. It always felt a little wrong thinking of them like that. Parvati and Lavender maybe his two biggest sex fantasies in the school right now… but they were also his dormmates, people he’d gotten to know pretty well over the last two weeks. He liked them, and not just their boobs and butts.
It was for the same reason he’d not peeped on Hermione even once. Of course, there’d been some close calls… a few chances almost too tempting to resist. When he’d been sitting on his bed after dinner, and Hermione casually stripped out of her clothes to go hop in the shower, it was hard not to look… but a little nagging feeling of invading her privacy kept his eyes down at the floor while she left the room, assumedly in just her knickers.
Still, the part of him that saw her as one of his first friends, his classmate, was quickly falling as he began to grow a stronger appreciation of the female form. Hermione was quite pretty, Harry had realized. In a bookish, smart-girl kind of way, she was utterly charming. It was getting harder to resist the urge. To resist HER.
The best he’d gotten as far as unintentionally peeping goes was a few glimpses of her in her knickers. He’d seen the pale white curve of her back and glimpsed the band of her panties as she pulled on a skirt early in the morning but quickly averted his eyes. He didn’t think of Hermione like that… or so he thought. But he had to spend the rest of that morning hiding the stiffness in his trousers.
Ever since he’d made that one rule...
...Harry Potter is welcome inside the Gryffindor Girl's shower room at any time...
...He’d been satisfied. He didn’t feel the need to write anything else naughty or lewd. He dealt with his natural urges in the shower after the girls had left, still a bit too body-conscious to actually join them naked under the water.
He was satisfied with this... and that was a lie. The truth was that it had only flamed his desires, filling his thoughts with more and more perverted ideas. The power he held in this book was incredible. Every time a hot older student passed him in the halls, Harry wondered how she looked without clothes and how easy it would be to make it true.
The truth was he wanted more. He wasn’t satisfied. He just wasn’t brave enough...
...Yet.
...
...
The first time he broke this stalemate was again in his dorm but with a strangely wholesome experience.
“Uggh..! Not again..!” Hermione complained to the side, wrestling her frazzled, tangled mess of hair with a brush and failing miserably, “How can this be so stubborn..? It’s like someone cursed me with this mess..!”
Harry suddenly looked up, “You know… I think I know something that could help.”
“Huh?”
“Come over here, let me try something…” He pulled out his wand.
“I don’t know…” She said skeptically, knowing his performance in charms thus far, “Do you know a spell? Believe me I’ve looked all over the library for a solution to this and-!”
…Hermione Granger lets Harry Potter help her with her hair…
“Well, I trust you.” She suddenly said, and walked across the dorm to sit on the edge of his bed, brushing her tangled mane behind her shoulders to let him do as he pleased.
Harry felt a little guilty, but justified himself. After all, he WAS actually going to help her… just not with a spell.
…Hermione Granger has perfect hair…
“W-what the..?” Her brown eyes went wide, as she quickly reached up to feel her hair… then she squealed loudly. What she felt was long, impossibly soft tresses as smooth as Acromantula silk, not the rat’s nest she had a few minutes ago.
“H-how did you..? Oh my god, it’s SO soft..!” She said with an elated giggle, stroking her own hair with her fingers, “What marvelous spell was that Harry?! You have to teach me!”
She quickly shot up from the bed and rushed across the room. With single-minded focus, she bent down to fish around in her bag.
Harry stopped and stared. She’d inadvertently thrust her butt up a bit as she bent over, and her skirt climbed a bit up her hips, showing him the creamy skin of her soft thighs. It was nothing compared to the fully nude bodies of Parvati and Lavender in the showers… but it was Hermione. Innocent and unaware Hermione… and that made it far more stimulating than it should’ve been. Embarrassed, he grabbed his growing bulge and turned his head away.
“Oh my god..!” Hermione gasped, dragging his attention right back to her. She sat on her knees, looking awestruck in the mirror at her own hair.
She turned her head to look at him, and quickly came back over, “Harry..! I can’t believe how much better this is..! Just look at it..!”
Again, she was taken by her own expression in the mirror, and when she smiled, Harry felt a lump in his throat.
Hermione was gorgeus.
How had a bush of messy hair hidden such a lovely-looking girl for so long? He doubted ANYONE in Hogwarts could’ve predicted what a little change could do to this girl. With smooth brown hair cascading down her shoulders in waves, she was more beautiful than the muggles he’d seen on any magazine. She was stunning.
With this beautiful young woman smiling so happily at him, he grinned to himself, a giddy feeling of satisfaction in his chest. She seemed so happy now, and it was so easy to fix. Without another moment of hesitation, he dipped his quill in ink.
…Hermione Granger has perfect teeth…
And then her smile was truly dazzling. He personally never noticed Hermione’s teeth (He was a bit distracted by other bits) but he’d been warned by Parvati and Lavender that she was self-conscious about it.
She was so enthralled by her hair that she didn’t even notice the change.
“How did you do it?” She asked full of amazement, “If the spell is that easy, I’m shocked I couldn’t find it anywhere. Is there a book on cosmetic charms or something like that?”
“No… it’s…” Suddenly Harry’s words caught in his throat, he didn’t have a real explanation. It was obvious Hermione would want to learn whatever magic he’d used, and he knew her well enough by now to know she wouldn’t let this go.
Put on the spot like this, Hermione’s eager brown eyes drilling into him, he went for the first solution that popped into his head.
“It’s just something I can do. It’s not a spell everyone can learn.”
“What?” Her brow furrowed, “What do you mean? Something just you can-!”
…Hermione Granger believes Harry Potter…
“Oh.” She blinked a few times, then regrew her bright, sparkling white grin, showing him her new perfect row of teeth, “Alright! I didn’t know you could do something like this, Harry, or I would’ve begged you to do this ages ago!”
Then he jolted as she suddenly bolted right up to him and hugged his neck. He froze up entirely stiff, the soft warmth of another body embracing him tightly. She smelled nice.
“Thanks, Harry. This means so much to me!”
“…”
“Harry?”
She pulled back, but still held her arms around her shoulders. Her beautiful face was so close to his, those deep brown eyes now looking at him with concern.
“S-sorry..!” He stuttered, “I’ve never been hugged before...”
Without question, Hermione’s eyes went huge, “WHAT?! Never?!” She instantly believed him.
“Uh.” He panicked a bit as he realized the weight of what he’d just revealed to her, “I-I mean…” He went speechless.
Hermione’s lower lip quivered for a moment as her face flashed through deep concern, sadness, and frustration, then settled in the same firm determination she wore in the classroom.
She then tackled him down on the bed, squeezing his neck so tightly he couldn’t breathe, “Well, now you have!” She declared boldly, “And get used to it! You’ll be getting lots of hugs from now on, Harry!”
He didn’t really know how to react, but she didn’t let go until he put his arms around her, gently resting his hands on her slender back. He could feel her softness, her warmth, pressing down on top of him, and the sweet, feminine scent of her perfume… Harry liked this a lot. He didn’t want to let her go.
“Thanks again, Harry...” Hermione smiled down at him as she pulled her head back from his neck. For a moment, he was speechless, still taking in the sight of this pretty girl’s smile.
Then she climbed off him, and grinned, “Well, I feel a lot better! Let’s go have a bit of breakfast, shall we?” She held out her hand for him.
He took it. Once again, he enjoyed just the little bit of contact with her.
As he headed into the Grand Hall, Harry couldn’t help but feel a sense of elation. For the first time, he recognised how pretty Hermione really was, and he also realised just how lucky he was. He knew she was brilliant and bloody dependable, too. Now he realized he was the closest man in Hogwarts to Hermione. He studied with her, ate with her, stayed up late every night talking to her...
And that realisation made Harry a little bit happier as he followed her into the Great Hall for a bite of breakfast.
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Another week flew by in the castle, with Harry riding a never-ending high. Hermione seemed so much brighter, wearing a never-ending smile as she walked through the halls with her head held high.
The time he spent with the girls was the most fun he’d had in his life. They quickly became good friends, and Harry found himself spending almost all of his time with them. He hadn’t spoken to Ron in days... and oddly, it just felt right. He didn’t even notice when it happened, but upon some retrospection, Ron stopped approaching him after Harry had written that ‘Treat Harry as a normal student’ line in the Ledger.
Of course, with another week flying by... Harry had been tempted to write all sorts of Accounts. After using the Book directly on Hermione, Harry’s eyes were opened to a whole new world of possibilities. He loosely understood that it could be used on people, after all he’d been moving himself around, tripping Malfoy for fun, and even disappeared Snape from the castle... But changing Hermione’s appearance... that was a new Quidditch Pitch.
So naturally, there were some changes around Harry Potter.
...
“...rry... Harry...” He heard a soft, gentle voice pulling him out of blissful sleep, “...It’s time to wake up... Harry...”
He opened his groggy eyes to see the beautiful face of Hermione smiling down at him with pearly white teeth, “Good morning...” She whispered sweetly, as she brushed his bangs out of his eyes.
He reached up to his face to adjust his glasses... only to freeze as he touched his own skin.
...Harry Potter has perfect vision...
Oh. Right.
He moved to right himself on the bed... but couldn’t. A soft, warm weight weighed him down on either side. Looking down, he blushed brightly.
He saw Lavender Brown’s pretty little face snoozing so contently curled up into his side, with her head resting on his shoulder. She was dressed in light blue pajamas. One of her long, slender legs was thrown over his waist, embarrassingly pressing down on his blatant case of morning wood. He groaned softly, resisting the urge to move his hips against her. Instead, he gently pushed her leg down just a bit. She softly stirred and nuzzled into his shoulder.
Hermione was on his other side, dressed in a loose, baggy white shirt and soft cotton bottoms, and he could still feel her warmth radiating from the spot on the bed beside him. She placed a soft hand on his chest, giving him a little pat and a smile, “We need to get up soon, Harry... It’s time to get dressed...”
Harry swallowed. Looking to his right, just past Hermione’s spot on the bed, was the slender back of another feminine figure. Parvati slept on the other edge tonight, dressed in a deep purple silk nightgown. He softly traced his eyes down the curve of her side profile, marveling at the female hourglass shape.
Over this past week, Hermione seemed to take it personally that Harry had suffered a life without hugs. So, whenever she had any excuse at all, and they were in relative privacy, she gave him one. He liked them a lot. Soon, Lavender caught on, and he got a few hugs from the chesty girl too.
Harry quickly grew to enjoy feminine contact.
So came the idea born from a somewhat innocent desire. Harry had never had a slumber party before.
...Gryffindor Female dorms share a single luxurious bed...
Their smaller bunks were replaced with one grand four-poster bed, big enough to fit half a dozen girls comfortably. The wood finish was a rich oak, and the drapes were scarlet with golden lions embroidered. It was very fancy, much better than Harry had ever experienced before.
But the first night together was a little awkward. Harry didn’t want to spend every night sleeping on the edge of a bed. So... Harry improvised.
...Gryffindor girls enjoy cuddling during sleep...
And added a few new rules to improve the experience.
...Hogwarts beds are perfectly soft and comfortable...
...Hogwarts beds prevent any discomfort during sleep...
...Hogwarts students always wake feeling fully rested in the morning...
With that, there would be no more problems like his arm falling asleep when Lavender used it as a pillow or disturbed sleep because his cuddle buddy turned over. Finally, they would always feel fully awake and energized in the morning, even after late nights.
And Harry got to enjoy shameless nights in the middle of a big bed of cute witches cuddling up to him all night long.
“Wake up, Parvati...” He saw Hermione crawl over to Parvati’s side and softly shake the girl's shoulder.
Harry softly blushed as Hermione inadvertently thrust her butt up in the air behind her, giving him a good look at its round, perky shape in those thin cotton shorts.
“Mngh..” Parvati was roused a few moments later, sitting up on the bed with a big stretch and a cute yawn.
As she lifted her hands above her head to stretch, her deep purple silk robe was slightly pulled open, flashing him a look at her deliciously caramel cleavage.
“Mgnh...” Beside him, Lavender opened her eyes with a pretty, sleepy smile. “Mornin Harry...” she said as she snuggled up against him.
“..!” He sucked in a sharp breath, “M-Mornin, Lavender..!” He said quickly as she accidentally rubbed her leg against his morning stiffy.
“Hm?” She blinked the sleep out of her eyes as she softly rubbed her warm body against him, feeling something pressing against her leg. Then she jolted, “O-oh..! S-sorry, Harry!” She quickly let him go and shimmed away from him on the bed.
He pulled the covers over his groin quickly, “I-It’s alright..! J-just an accident..!”
“Y-yeah...”
“What happened?” Hermione turned her head over to them, looking at them quizzically.
“N-nothing..!” Harry said as both Lavender and himself looked away with gentle blushes.
“Yeah...” She agreed. Harry didn’t see it, but there was a soft little smile on her lips.
As the girls climbed out of bed and started stripping out of their clothes, Harry politely turned his eyes away.
He’d seen it all before, in the showers, but there was still a tingling, powerful urge to peek at them changing. He imagined them bending over to pull up their skirts or slipping their bras over their breasts. The image was strangely enticing despite how much he’d seen of them naked in the showers.
The temptation was there. New ideas, ‘Accounts’ he could write, were spiraling through his head day and night.
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It didn’t take him very long to think of a few more ideas.
“C’mon, Harry, let’s go up and study!” Lavender said, oddly chipper about the idea of studying with the girls.
...Lavender Brown enjoys studying with her friends...
He felt a little bad at first. This was the first time he’d directly changed something in the minds of someone specific. He’d modified who she was, and that felt wrong. But he justified it for many reasons. First, it was good for her. (He decided himself, without consulting her), and second, it cleared up what little friction there had been between her and Hermione. Thirdly, and certainly selfishly, when Lavender had been bemoaning Hermione about constant studying, Harry had found it slightly annoying.
“...”
Harry cast one last look at the Gyrffindor Common Room, seeing the way the male students were ignoring him. He saw Ron with Dean playing Wizard’s Chess. He cast his eyes back to Lavender and followed her up to the Gryffindor Girl’s Dorm.
As he ascended the steps, he felt a familiar excitement bubbling in his chest. The quickened heartbeat of anticipation was followed by a warm feeling.
Lavender dragged him to their dorm and pulled him inside.
“Oh, hey, guys!”
Inside, he saw Hermione and Parvati already waiting for them, lying on their stomachs, shoulder to shoulder on the big, four-poster bed. There was a thick book between them, but Harry hardly noticed it. His eyes were locked on their feet, kicking lazily in the air behind them, decorated with scarlet and gold Gryffindor thigh-high socks.
“Hey, girls~! I brought Harry!” Lavender said happily as she walked inside.
Then she paused in her step.
“Oh, silly me.” She said.
Harry swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her back as she turned to him and smiled.
“I nearly forgot!” She said, then reached her fingers down to her skirt.
Harry’s eyes were trained on her round, delectable bum as she wiggled her hips and shimmied that long Hogwarts pencil skirt down to the floor, before kicking it away. Her thick, heart-shaped butt, pale and beautiful, was out for his eyes to feast upon, snugly wrapped in scarlet and gold panties. Her slender fingers slid through the band of her panties, as she wriggled her hips again, straightening them with a little snap.
Then she giggled and gave him a cheeky wink, “No skirts in the dorm, right? I can’t believe Professor McGonagall is adding all these new rules!”
“Yeah...” Harry swallowed, ogling Lavender’s incredible ass. Even though he’d seen it naked a dozen or so times by now, it was still so mouthwatering to stare at. It never failed to make his heart flutter with excitement.
She turned her head and walked over to join the girls on the bed. But to Harry, it was a sexy sashay of swaying, seductive hips and a plump, bouncing butt that made him groan and grab his swelling cock through his trousers.
…Female Students may not wear skirts inside their dorms…
He reasoned this one away as well. As he began to use the Ledger more and more to affect his life around the castle, and saw the improvements it brought to Hermione and Lavender… It made him more confident. He was less shy and withdrawn, dragged out of his shell by excitable girls.
And with that… came a willingness to act on his own desires. He reasoned that he’d already stepped over the line. By allowing himself into the Girl’s showers, he’d stripped them of their privacy already and seen them fully naked.
So after THAT, what harm was there in seeing them without skirts? It surely meant nothing to them at this point, but the eye candy of seeing his three cute roomies strutting around in their knickers was amazing.
So it meant nothing to them but made him feel good. It was okay then, right? He’d done some good in the castle by booting Snape out the door. This was his little reward to himself...
There was one little thing that Harry hadn’t quite realised yet. Unlike his previous rules for the dorm... Harry hadn’t specified ‘Gryffindor Girls’. He didn’t know it yet, but girls in every House, in every year, were strutting around their dorms without skirts right now.
Harry approached the bed, following Lavender’s bouncy white butt like he was tied on a leash. She was eager to climb up on her knees, which resulted in her magnificent ass being thrust up behind her, waggling in all its glory at his gawking face.
Hermione smiled at him, “Come join us,Harry!”
As he drew closer, he was able to look over their shoulders, and get a glimpse of their skirtless bottoms as well. Parvati’s was so thick and juicy, with a rich tan colour that made him drool over it.
But the thing that made his blood boil the most with arousal was actually Hermione.
Sweet, innocent Hermione, who he’d never really viewed as a sexual creature. His closest friend. Now boasting a beautiful, enchanting smile and rich, wavy brown hair that always fell down her shoulders in the most attractive way possible. That bookish, nerdy girl had her cute pale little bum hanging out behind her, swaying slightly side to side as she kicked her legs. Her creamy white thighs pushed together and magnificently accentuated by Gryffindor thigh-highs.
Hermione’s pale round arse was delightfully decorated by an innocent pair of cotton blue panties, small enough for the roundness of her bum to hang out the bottom for his eyes to enjoy.
Harry hid a painfully hard erection with his schoolbag as he nodded silently and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes wandered over to the girls, including Lavender who just plopped down beside them. As she dropped herself on the bed, his eyes were drawn in by her fat pale booty as it joined the line of skirtless bottoms on the bed.
Harry groaned in arousal, wondering if he could slip off to the bath to deal with his erection. Not that he would. He was enjoying the sight too much to leave.
With the male students magically forbidden from climbing the staircase to the female dorm, Harry was the only man in the castle who’d ever see the glorious sight of the bottomless Gryffindor girls studying casually on their beds.
For a long moment, Harry just stopped and stared. Hermione, Parvati and Lavender were lined up on the bed, shoulder-to-shoulder, giving him a glorious, perfect view of their half-naked bums as their hips pressed together.
Hermione’s was the smallest, but that wasn’t bad. It was cute and perfectly shapely. A true round bubble butt that was incredibly eye-catching on the petite, bookish young woman. Lavender’s was thicker and wider, fat in the best way, while still staying firm. Parvati’s was the biggest, a darker tan colour to contrast the two white butts on either side, and standing out proudly with her big round asscheeks escaping her simple black panties.
“H-Hi, Harry…”
He looked up to see Parvati blushing at him, eyes shying away from him as she reached around behind herself and tugged her shirt down as best she could. It was a futile effort, trying to cover any amount of her big, round ass and just ended up making him stare more.
But thankfully, he realised what he was doing, “S-sorry..!”
“Geez, Parvati,” Lavender rolled her eyes.
Hermione blushed bright red and followed suit, nervously tugging down her shirt as if trying to cover her little round butt. She had more success, but the sight of her shyly hiding away from his gaze was almost just as good.
“It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before!” Lavender said as she nudged Parvati with her arm, “And if McGongall won’t let us wear bottoms around the dorm, then best get used to it girl! He’s going to be seeing a lot of your big butt from now on!”
Parvati blushed even deeper, ducking her eyes away from him… but relented, and let her shirt snap back up the curve of her thick ass, “I-I know… I’m just not used to it yet..! I never imagined I’d be living like this coming to Hogwarts for school..!” She said with a cute blush, “I-I can’t believe I’m showing my butt to a guy..!”
“It’s an amazing butt, Parvati!” Lavender said with a giggle, reaching her hand down to slide a finger beneath the band of Parvati’s panties and make it snap to her thick asscheek, “Just look at it! This thick bum is made to be drooled over! Right Harry?”
...Gryffindor girls admire each other’s bodies in the shower...
Seeing the girls ‘admire’ each other was so hot that Harry wanted more. He had stricken out the ‘In the shower’ restriction, and now it was common for the girls in his dorm to playfully compliment each other.
“Yeah... Your ass is incredible Parvati.” Harry said quietly, staring at her luscious tanned cheeks as they peeked out the bottom of her panties.
Parvati softly blushed shyly and ducked her head, looking down at the textbook in front of her, “Thanks, Harry...”
Unlike the last time in the shower, Parvati seemed genuinely flattered by his comment, despite it being somewhat crass.
...Female Students accept Harry Potter’s compliments...
It was a little unfair, Harry knew. But it was hard not to let compliments slip out when the girls were flattering each other’s bodies. He didn’t want to deal with any awkwardness that sprouted from him just saying what was on his mind.
Now he just got to enjoy shy, pretty blushes on the girl’s faces when he gave them compliments. It felt good.
“Heh, I bet you’re pretty happy with these new rules, Harry.” Lavender siad with a cheeky wink, “Getting to see us girls in our knickers everyday.” She made a show of shaking her hips, making her pale white bum wobble delightfully.
“...” His face turned slightly red as he neglected to answer, and climbed up on the bed beside them. He sat crosslegged, partially to hide his stiffy, and also so that he could keep sneaking glances at the girl’s half-naked butts while they worked.
“So, shall we start with Transfiguration?” Hermione asked.
“Sure!” Lavender eagerly replied.
...
As the hours ticked by and the evening chill started to set into the castle, the girls closed their books and put away their bags. They’d gotten a lot done. Shockingly Lavender was pretty smart when she put her mind to studying. Hermione was impressed by how quickly she picked everything up. Her grades were soaring now, and the Professors were pleased.
Harry felt a little giddy about that. He justified that he truly had helped her, just as he had helped Hermione with her hair and teeth.
He didn’t even think about using the book on himself (beyond fixing his terrible eyes). With three attractive Witches helping him study, Harry found it EASY to dedicate his time to learning the material. His grades naturally improved with that. He wasn’t at the top of the class by any means... but that was fine. Harry didn’t want to be special, after all.
“Harry...” Lavender called out to him, and shared a glance with the other girls.
“Yes?” He said, looking at the way all three of them were looking at him. He felt slightly uncomfortable under their collective gaze.
Lavender smiled innocently. Did she just wink at Hermione?
“Why don’t you go ahead and take your shower first. I wanna have some girl-talk with Parvati in the meantime.”
“Okay...” He said slowly, slightly put off. He’d always taken his after so he could... He shifted his trousers with one hand, hoping they didn’t notice the way he was popping a stiffy.
“Hermione, you’ll join us, won’t you?”
“Of course.” She smiled.
...Gryffindor Girls always shower in pairs...
If he’d thought about it at the time, he would’ve seen the problem with this. He’d scrawled that in a rush, eager to see Parvati and Lavender’s naked bodies under the same stream of water... but a simple headcount of the girls in his dorm would reveal the issue. If Lavender and Parvati were a pair... Then who did Hermione shower with?
The answer was no one. At least, most of the time. Sometimes, she would go in with the other girls and trade places with Parvati and Lavender.
And Harry avoided them those times. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to see Hermione naked. Quite the opposite, in fact. His eyes had been opened to her charms as a pretty young woman, and he found himself staring more and more at her ass when she walked around the dorm in just her knickers.
He was just embarrassed. She was his friend before all this craziness began. So... she seemed untouchable to him. He didn’t want to pervert her or sexualize her. Instead, he used Lavender and Parvati as his outlet to keep her ‘pure.’
But it was getting harder to deny the way he began to desire Hermione as well.
Realising that she’d be going in with the other girls, he quickly rushed off to shower first. Harry still had a bit of a complex about his body and was too self-conscious to change in front of the girls, so he brought his bag into the shower room and sat it in a corner as he stripped down.
Then he turned on the water and stepped under it. He let his mind wander as the water poured over his head. His hand naturally fell to his stiff erection as he began to imagine Lavender and Parvati’s wet, soaped-up curves right here under the shower with him. Inwardly, he thought of ways to phrase ‘Accounts’ to make it true...
Then the door opened...
...And Hermione walked in.
Harry quickly turned his head, startled. He didn’t shower with the girls because he didn’t like them seeing him naked. He also didn’t want to face the embarrassment of a blatant erection in front of the two girls.
But as he turned to see her there, all of that was the furthest thing from his mind.
Because Hermione was naked.
Not just in her knickers, nor wrapped in a towel, but standing stark in the buff, without even covering herself.
“H-hermione!?” He squeaked in shock and quickly turned himself away, not letting her see his stiff prick.
His eyes were locked on her pale, modest, tear-drop breasts and the adorable bubble-gum pink nipples she had. They roamed down her slender hips to her slender, pure-white thighs... and the little pink folds nestled between. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of hair just above her pretty pink pussy.
“Harry. We need to talk.” She said in her familiar, stern tone.
“W-what!? Now!? Can’t it wait until I’m out of the shower?”
“No.” She put her foot down and started to walk inside, strutting up confidently in the buff, “THIS is exactly why we need to talk!”
“...” Harry said nothing.
“I can’t help but notice you’ve been ignoring me!” She accused, standing just a few feet away. She gave him a stern look, but with the way she crossed her arms beneath her naked tits, it was slightly ruined by the erotic sight.
“Ignoring you?” He said in pure confusion, forgetting his own embarrassment for the moment. “What do you mean? We’ve been spending more time than ever together recently. We sleep together for Merlin’s sake!”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” Hermione insisted, rolling her eyes, “I’m talking about this.!” She opened her arms and gestured around the room, once again drawing Harry’s eyes to her full-frontal nakedness.
He swallowed, “Huh?” He said dumbly, staring at her pretty white tits.
She jabbed a finger at him, “I know you’ve been joining Parvati and Lavender in the showers... but never me! When those two are together, you go in every time, but when I’m with them, you never enter... I want to know why!”
“...” Harry was speechless, watching his no-longer bushy-haired friend give him a stern dressing-down... while bare-ass naked in the bathroom, her soft, round breasts gently swaying with every movement of her body.
After a moment of silence passed and Harry was still speechless, Hermione let out a huff. Then she weakened her posture, she softly bit her lip and lowered her eyes. It was a vulnerable expression that had no place on her pretty features, “Do you... not find me attractive? Is it because of that? You don’t want to see me naked when I’m in the shower or something?”
“What?!” Harry nearly shouted, “Of course not! You’re stunning, Hermione!” The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them. They brought a rich, pretty blush to her face as she stared wide-eyed at him.
“You're just...” His voice faltered, “...My first real friend Hermione... so I didn’t want to make things weird...” He gave a weak excuse.
“Well, you’ve already done that.” Hermione rolled her eyes, “I’ve been feeling insecure about it for weeks now! It’s just showering, Harry. There’s nothing weird about it. Didn’t McGonagall say you were welcome in the shower at anytime? Even if we’re using it? So don’t worry about that, you just walk in even if I’m naked!” She said in one breathe, gesturing to her own nakedness.
Harry swallowed, “Yeah but...”
“But what?” Hermione narrowed her eyes, “Do you not want to shower with me? Why? I’d much rather you tell me to my face then just ignore me everyday.”
“S-shower with you?” Harry sputtered, “Why would I shower with you?”
Hermione’s brow furrowed, “Well, of course you would! I talked to Professor McGonagall about this you see, and she said you should. Us girls always shower in pairs, you know, but with you in our dorm we only have three girls. I’ve been showering alone! The Professor said since you’re staying with us in the girls dorm, you should follow our rules too.”
“...” Harry was speechless yet again. He never saw anything like this coming. He was under the impression that things he wrote in the Ledger were just one and done. That once he’d written an Account, that was how it would be and it wouldn’t change (Unless he changed it again).
He never expected the Professor to expand on rules he had written... but of course she would. She was an administrator of Hogwarts. She knew all these rules he was writing, and even enforced them as if they were decided by Dumbledore himself. It made sense that she would fix any little holes or issues that would sprout from them.
“So, since Lavender and Parvati are already shower buddies... that leaves us!” Hermione concluded, giving him a raised brow as she waited for his response.
That left Harry, quite literally, naked and stranded. He was bare-assed in the shower, with not even his wand nearby. His first thought was to reach for the Ledger and fix this whole mess... but it was back in the dorm, left on his trunk... and Hermione was blocking the door.
“S-sorry...” He said, as he began to fix this mess himself, “It’s not you, I promise..! I think you’re just as pretty as the other girls... the truth is that I just didn’t want to shower with the girls at all. I never got naked with Parvati or Lavender because... well, I didn’t want to cause any problems.”
“Problems?” Hermione was still confused, “What problems are you...”
Then her eyes fell down as she seemed to finally notice him slightly hunched over, cowering away from her, with his hands covering his groin.
Then her eyes went huge, “O-oh..! Y-you mean..! O-okay...” Hermione flustered for a second before she caught her cool again and shook her head, “I see... You’re shy about getting an erection around us?”
Harry spluttered with how blatantly she came out and said it.
Hermione softly giggled, “Sorry. I’m not laughing at you. It’s okay to be shy about that... but kind of silly, you know. You’ve seen us naked a bunch by now. Did you really think you popping a stiffy would matter? You may think you’ve been hiding it when we study together or when you cover yourself in the morning... but I’m sorry, Harry. You don’t do a very good job. We’ve seen your... ‘Bulge’ more than a few times.”
“O-oh...” His face was red again.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s a natural reaction. Plus...” Hermione softly smiled at him, “If it happens because of us... well that’s flattering in its own way.”
His mouth went dry as something clicked.
...Female Students accept Harry Potter’s compliments...
There was no way they were actually taking his ERECTIONS as a compliment... were they?
Before he knew it, Hermione had joined him under the shower, drawing in her naked chest close to his. Her soft, pretty breasts were just a few inches away from his chest, as she peered down to look at him.
He felt her grab his hands and slowly pull them away.
“There. Now I’ve seen it. I’m not going to go run screaming into the common room. Now turn around and I’ll wash your back. Then you can help me with mine... okay?”
“...” Speechless once again, Harry obeyed, turning around for her. He felt Hermione squeeze some soap out of a sponge and spread it across his back, before running her hands down to spread it around.
He couldn’t see it now, but Hermione had gained a bit of darker colour to her cheeks as her eyes slowly moved down the contours of his back.
“You know... you’ve really broadened up, Harry.” She commented casually.
“W-what..?” He said softly, hyper-focused on the way her hands lazily worked down his back.
“I mean, when we first met on the train... you were a little twig. Now look at these shoulders.” She said playfully, slapping his naked back, “I can’t believe boys can grow that fast... Quidditch has been good for you.”
“...It’s not just Quidditch...” Harry said. While Quidditch was an active sport, it was no comparison to a full body workout.
“Huh?”
“Madam Pomfrey...” He said slowly, “Has me on potions... When coming to Hogwarts, I was a little bit... stunted, she said.”
“Oh.” Hermione went quiet. Silently, her mind was piecing together what she could of Harry’s life before Hogwarts.
“Alright. Now you can do me. I can wash my front just fine, can you get my back?”
“S-sure,” Harry said as he turned around. He got one look at Hermione, soaked under the shower’s spray, as little droplets of water raced down the curves of her bust. Then she turned around, and pulled her wet hair around her shoulders, showing him her slender back... and shapely white butt.
He swallowed softly as he brought a sponge to her back, squeezing it to watch the white trails of soap slide down the curve of her back. Then he caught her hands moving, and couldn’t help but peek over her shoulder, watching her soap up her own round boobs.
A thought occurred to Harry.
...Female Students accept Harry Potter’s compliments...
Shakily, he opened his mouth, “Your tits are nice, Hermione.”
There was a pause as she stopped moving her hands, with her fingers squeezed into the softness of her boobs. Then she looked over her shoulder and showed him her beautiful smile, “Thanks, Harry! I was a bit concerned they were too small for your liking... and that’s why you didn’t want to shower with me. I know they’re not as big as Lavender’s or Parvati’s but-!”
“They’re perfect.” He said quietly as he stared at the way Hermione softly bounced them in her palms to show them off. He wanted so badly to reach around her and just grab them... but he didn’t.
“Aw, thanks.” She smiled again, softly blushing, “I’m glad you like them.”
He felt a little emboldened, and let out a little of what was hiding in his heart, “They aren’t as big... but that’s okay. They look so sexy on your smaller frame.” Hermione giggled, and Harry’s eyes trailed down her slender back, down to her soapy, white bubble butt.
“Your cute little bum is good too. It’s got just the best shape. You make those cute blue panties look heavenly, Hermione.”
Hermione wore a glowing smile, “Now you’re just being silly. Stop flattering me and wash my back already.”
Harry wore a grin on his face as he dragged the sponge down her back, toying with the idea of sneaking a touch on her soft little butt.
“..!” Hermione suddenly jolted forward a bit, letting out a little noise.
Harry froze.
Both of them blushed red, frozen stiff, and not looking at each other.
Harry’s erection and gotten a little too close, and slid up the curve of her tight little bum, nestling itself right in her asscrack.
He quickly pulled away, “S-sorry..!”
“Heheh...” Hermione giggled quietly and gave him a fleeting glance over his shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s natural. We’d better get used to that kind of thing if we’re showing together from now on. Besides...”
She smiled angelically. “It’s just proof you really meant those compliments...”
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“Are you ready for bed, Harry?” Parvati asked him as she slipped on her purple nightgown. He caught just a glimpse of her rich, expensive-looking black panties wrapped around her thick, wide bum before she pulled it over and closed it, turning to him with an innocent smile.
“Yeah...” He said with a slow nod. Immediately, he felt the blood rush to his prick, stiffening uncomfortably. He didn’t try to hide it as he reached for his pajama pants and moved it to the side.
Parvati’s eyes lowered to his crotch... and she giggled, “Seems like it!”
After the events of his first little ‘shower’ with Hermione, it felt like another barrier had disappeared around the dorm. Now that he knew the girls had seen his bulges before, he stopped hiding them. In fact, he caught them stealing glances every once in a while. It seemed the girls were curious, just as he was about them.
His showers with Hermione turned daily, and he quickly grew VERY familiar with the naked body of his best friend. He thought it would be weird, but it wasn’t. It was mostly strangely casual, chatting about classes with Hermione while staring at her boobs, of course. Then waiting for her to leave first so he could wank off in peace.
Despite their little showers becoming a regular thing... It never lost the pure excitement for Harry. Showering beside a naked, soaped-up beauty like Hermione, a close friend, who was undeniably sexy, and showing herself completely to him... but not being allowed to touch... was incredibly arousing.
He lost a lot of his self-consciousness with it. Now, he hardly cared when Hermione saw his prick. Even when she commented on it. It was easy to bury his embarrassment by sending back a comment on her tits or ass. He’d even swapped partners a few times, and enjoyed washing the naked backs of Lavender and Parvati too. He was getting far more intimate with these girls... and far more comfortable with them.
That led him... to take one step further. As these days were spent with growing sexual tension, Harry slowly began to lose his resistance against using the Book for his own selfish pleasure.
He held himself back a little less... which made it easier to write one last Rule for the Dorm...
“Mmm, I’m ready for bed too...” Parvati said as she crawled up on the bed, accidentally flashing him a peek down her robe into her caramel cleavage.
Then Hermione and Lavender came in from the bath, and dropped their towels.
“I’m telling you, Hermione, stop worrying about your boobs! Some guys prefer smaller tits over big jugs like mine!” Lavender said, while grabbing one voluminous breast in her palm, hefting it up before letting it drop down on her chest, “Trust me, these things aren’t all that. They’re bloody nuisances, honestly. I can’t play sports, and my back aches from the sheer weight of these things.”
Harry wore a little smile as he caught their conversation. As he made changes around the dorm, he caught these girls talking about these kinds of things more and more. They stopped caring about changing in front of him too.
He got a glimpse of their creamy white breasts before they turned around and started slipping on panties and pajama tops.
Before Hermione pulled hers over her head, Lavender caught her and spun her toward Harry, “Mn! Just look at these cute fucking titties, boys’ll love them! Harry does, right Harry?”
“Yeah...” He shared a conspiring grin with Lavender. He was starting to love her more and more with how she just naturally seemed to roll with the eroticism he was building around their dorm, “Hermione’s tits are just gorgeous. Wouldn’t change a thing about them!”
Hermione blushed, knocked Lavender’s groping hands away, and wrestled a tight-fitting tank-top down her tits, “Thanks, Harry. And I know, Lavender. Harry’s gotten rid of a lot of my complex about them. I was just noting that they don’t catch as many eyes as yours do.”
“Heh, that may be true~!” Lavender giggled and grabbed her own tits, her fingers looked tiny in comparison to the huge orbs on her chest, as she jiggled them playfully toward Harry. He stared, and she giggled again, “See? But honestly, why even pay attention to that stuff? The guys who are leering at my tits aren’t the ones you’d be interested in anyway... besides...” Lavender slipped up beside her and playfully whispered in her ear, “You’ve got the attention of the only one who matters anyway...”
Harry didn’t hear was she said, but saw the way Hermione blushed.
Lavender giggled and pranced away, her bra-less boobies bouncing exaggeratedly in a loose light-pink top.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hermione muttered and followed her.
Then they joined him on the bed. Harry was sitting at the foot of it, relaxing in his pajamas, while the other two girls climbed up on either side of Parvati and started fluffing up pillows.
Then the three of them laid back, their backs propped up on pillows... as they spread their legs.
“Are you ready, girls?” Lavender asked. The two other girls had bright red blushes on their cheeks, as their feet slid up on the bed, knees high in the air. Each of them were giving each other fleeting glances, and stealing looks at Harry.
Lavender licked her lips, grinning widely, “Good. I’ve been horny all day long..!”
Harry’s heartbeat quickened as Lavender spoke so crassly out of nowhere. Then... she dipped her hand between her spread legs, hiked up the bottom of her pretty pink pajama top to reveal some cute, matching panties... and then slipped her slender fingers down into them.
Harry watched with a dry mouth as Lavender’s fingers started slowly moving in little circles. He glanced up at her face, seeing her bite her own lip with a small, erotic grin on her face. Her brows furrowed into a pleasure-filled expression as her lips slipped open, and she started to moan.
“O-oh..!” Lavender’s voice came out hot and needy. “T-That feels good..! Oh, Morgana..! It always feels so incredible with you watching me..!”
Hermione blushed brightly, gently closing her knees as she shyly slipped her fingers down between her legs. She let out a sharp breath, “Y-you perv... You don’t need to include us in your fetishes..!”
“Heh,” Lavender looked over, “We know you feel the same, girl. Look down.”
Hermione furrowed her brow and looked down in confusion. First, she looked at her own baby-blue panties, her fingers buried inside... but then she saw it. Her tight top had two little divets poking through. Her stiff nipples were clearly visible. She blushed, but didn’t move to cover them. Instead, she slowly started to move her fingers in circles, biting back soft moans.
“Mmngh..!” Parvati was lost in her own little world. A blissful smile on her face as she pulled up her purple gown and spread her thick, tan thighs wide. Her luxurious black panties were on full display, with her fingers already buried inside and working at the sensitive folds of her pussy. She had her eyes closed as she breathlessly moaned and slowly started to twitch and shudder with pleasure.
“Damn..” Lavender watched her with unblinking eyes, peering down to peek at Parvati’s panties as she leaned on the girl’s shoulders, “You always get right to it, Parvati... I never expected it from you...”
“W-well..!” She let out a louder moan as she started to reach her fingers deeper, sliding them down into the tight hole of her pussy, “I-I shared a room with my twin my whole life..! W-we lost our shame about this kind of thing a while ago..! Nngh..!”
Harry groaned, grabbing his stiff cock as he imagined the pair of sexy Indian twins fingering themselves together on the bed.
“You too, Harry...” He turned to see Hermione looking at him. She was softly blushing, chewing her lips, and staring at his crotch, “You know the rules...”
...Gryffindor Girls masturbate together before bed...
That was his last change. And considering Hermione’s words in the shower... he wrote it knowing very well that it may apply to himself as well.
Swallowing the spit in his mouth, he slowly lowered his hands to his cotton pajama pants. All three girls watched him with half-lidded eyes. He was sitting in front of them for his own view of the fun... but he now realised that it meant they’d be focused on him, too.
He tugged down his pants. They’d all seen his prick soft and hard at this point, he had very little shame left.
Still, there was a difference between popping a stiffy while washing a girl’s back... and jacking off right there in front of them while they were watching.
“Mmngh..!” Lavender let out a loud moan as she saw his cock spring out, hard and ready from his trousers. He looked at her, watching her blush deepen as their eyes met. Then he saw her fingers speed up as her legs started to quiver, she softly squirmed on the bed, as her panting came out quicker and quicker until...
“NNnnnghhh..!” She let out a louder, longer shriek and started lightly spasmping, humping her fingers as she let out a pleasure-filled giggle, “Oh fuck..! I’m cumming already..!”
Harry actually heard it. A quiet, wet schlicking noise as Lavender’s fingers pumped deep into her gushing pussy walls, bringing her to a wet, messy climax.
“Already..?!” Hermione tore her eyes from his naked prick, staring at Lavender in amazement.
“S-sorry..!” She said quickly, even as she was still shaking and moving her fingers.
Harry watched as her pink panties were soaked with juices, and a strange new smell filled the air. His cock throbbed in his hands as he watched a woman climax for the first time, right there in front of him. He swallowed his spit as he stared at her panties and started to stroke himself.
“P-phew..!” Lavender came down a few moments later, red in the face. Her rough huffing made her huge tits wobble in her loose fluffy top. She moaned erotically, sinking down into the bed as her fingers lazily played with her soaking folds.
She gave him a lustful smile, “I don’t usually cum that fast..! Something must’ve... encouraged me... heheh...”
Harry groaned at the way she looked down at his cock and wore a saucy smile. He started to pump his rigid length faster. His eyes moved to Parvati next, who met his eyes with an aroused look on her face.
She also wasn’t shy about looking down at his cock while fingering herself. She didn’t moan as loud as Lavender but didn’t hide them like Hermione. She just slowly kept a steady pace, pumping her slick pussy with her fingers as her thick, tan thighs quivered with ecstasy.
“Nnngh..! Oh..! Oh..! Ooooh!”
Harry quickly looked to the side just in time to see Hermione’s face warped in conflicted pleasure, looking down at her own pussy as she fingered herself in a frenzy. She slid down the pillows, bucking her hips up in the air as she gently squealed with pleasure, quivering just as Lavender had. She was cumming too.
Hermione fell limp against the bed, snapping her legs closed over her hand as she whimpered and moaned. She met his eyes with a fierce blush, seemingly embarrassed at how fast she had cum as well.
Harry wasn’t far behind. Seeing not one, but two girls already lose themselves, he was just a second away from exploding. He’d barely been pumping his length for more than a few minutes at most, but he had to stop himself from cumming already.
The last was Parvati, who was softly rolling her hips as she finger-fucked her soaking-wet folds and looked up at him. One hand rose to squeeze her modest breasts beneath her silky purple robe. The robe had long since slipped open, flashing him a few of her other naked breast as she slowly started to rise in tempo.
“Yes..! Oooh..!”
“Mmngh..” Lavender moaned hotly, laying her head on Parvati’s shoulder, “That looks so hot. Does it feel good?”
“Yes..!” The girl moaned out automatically, “S-so good..!”
“I bet it does...” Lavender said sultrily, then looked up at him, “Look at Harry,” She whispered in Parvati’s ear, “He’s watching you. Focused on you. He’s stroking himself to you, Parvati...”
“Oh god~!” She squealed and started to lightly thrash as she came explosively, eyes squeezed shut as she bucked her hips in desperate pleasure.
“Shit..!” Harry couldn’t take it anymore and pumped himself faster alongside the girl. Parvati’s eyes opened up and met his just as he finally busted. Thick white jets of cum shot from his twitching prick, and Harry didn’t care where the hell it went.
“Mmngh..!” Parvati’s eyes went wide as she watched a man cum for the first time, her cunt still clenched in climax around her own fingers... and Harry’s cum splattering across her long, thigh-high socks. She quietly moaned.
“Haaah... haaah..!” Harry let out a rough breath as he came harder than he’d ever cum in his life. Then belatedly realised what he’d done, “S-sorry..!”
“Mmgh..!” Parvati moaned softly, still tingling with bliss from her powerful climax. She slowly raised her foot, curling in her little toes to see the cum sticking to her socks.
Then she softly said, “It’s okay...”
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Harry realised things were escalating.
In the beginning, he didn’t even think to use this Book for lewd things. He didn’t even really have much of a sex drive back then. He didn’t think of girls... because he didn’t view them as a possibility. He was the loser, the freak, of the Dursley family. There was no way he’d ever get a girlfriend...
Now, things have changed... He’d showered with three incredible girls. (The most beautiful girls in the whole damn world, to him). Then he’d set some fun, playful rules, making the girls strut about in their knickers and compliment each other’s butts.
It hadn’t taken a turn until Hermione snuck into his shower and started initiating all kinds of physical contact with him. By then, his desire for these girls was through the roof. He wanted more. He wanted it so bad it hurt.
So he took another step to relieve that feeling... and wanked himself off while watching the girls dilly themselves.
Now he realised he was enjoying it all so much... and didn’t really have many reservations to keep going.
For example...
He was walking hand in hand with Hermione, on their way to the Great Hall for dinner. As usual the path they took differed from the male students, which meant there was nothing but groups of pretty young women in front of him. Older women, with more pronouced curves than even Lavender.
As they walked through the corridor, Harry was watching them with a careful eye. Then he grinned as he felt a spontaneous gust blow through from behind.
“Eeeek..!” A few girls shrieked... and their skirts flipped upwards.
He saw a bevy of booty, in all shapes and sizes. The soft white asscheeks of the British girls were unveiled for him to enjoy, wrapped in a variety of colourful knickers. He saw some sinful dark lace and some scandalous house-coloured thongs that slipped between the thick asscheeks of some of the more endowed girls.
...Girls around the castle occasionally flash Harry Potter when he is the only male nearby...
Very specific, but infinitely fun.
“Harry!” Hermione slapped his shoulder, glancing from him, to the girls, “You’re staring..! That’s rude.”
“Heh, sorry, Hermione. I was just thinking that all Hogwarts girls seem to have nice asses...”
Hermione blushed and shut her mouth, seemingly including herself in the compliment.
“I wonder if it's from all the sitting and studying they do.” He joked with a smirk, “Gives them a little extra padding.”
She pouted her lips at him giving him a cute, but disapproving look, “That’s crass.”
“Sorry,” he said unmeaningfully, looking back toward the groups of older girls as they started to ascend the Grand Staircase. Then he wondered. The girls' swishy, swaying skirts flashed him plenty of good looks at some soft, plush thighs... but he never saw a glimpse of any knickers. He wondered if there was some magic at work here to keep girls' privates protected. That sprouted a new idea in his head. He ran his thumb across the thick leather of the Ledger under his arm.
But first, Harry grinned at Hermione, “Don’t worry, Hermione. Your cute bubble-butt is better than all of theirs, I promise.”
Her face went hot, and he felt her squeeze his hand, “W-what?! W-well thanks, I guess, but you still shouldn’t look!”
“Hahahah...” He laughed her off.
...
They were caught before they made it to the Grand Hall. A certain, tall, strict Professor appeared in front of them.
Harry silently gulped. He hadn’t bumped into McGonagall since all of this began. He wondered what was going through her head after all these ‘Rules’ started popping up out of nowhere. And silently, he was suddenly nervous about all that he’d been talking with Hermione about, worried that McGonagall had somehow heard him talking about the asses of his peers in the middle of the hall.
But McGonagall made no mention of it. Instead, she gave Hermione a slight nod in greeting, “Good evening. Mr. Potter, Miss Granger.”
“Good evening, Professor.” They said together, playing the picture of innocent, perfect students.
“I just wanted to say that I’m thrilled to see you taking your studies so seriously, Mr. Potter. You’ve improved quite a bit since you first arrived. It’s hard to believe you two were raised without magic!”
“Thank you, Professor,” Harry said quickly while Hermione beamed and squeezed his hand in excitement.
“Please pass along my Compliments to Miss Brown as well. She’s seen the most incredible growth recently. I’m sure some of that credit is due to you, Miss Granger.”
Hermione wore a bright, sunny smile, “Oh, you’d be surprised, Professor! I can’t take all the credit. I’ve helped her learn, but she’s the one who’s been asking me to study. She’s surprisingly brilliant, you know.”
“Oh yes...” McGonagall dipped her head in a nod, “I’ve come to realise that. A surprisingly late bloomer, she’s turned out to be!”
Then McGonagall smiled at Hermione and reached out to gently brush her hair past her shoulders, “Speaking of late bloomers... I see you’ve discovered Sleekezy, Miss Granger. It’s done wonders for you, I have to say. I always suspected there was a beautiful young lady buried beneath that lion’s mane...”
“Thank you, Professor!” She blushed prettily.
Then... The Professor asked something crazy.
“Tell me, Hermione, have you and the girls been masturbating before bed every night?” McGonagall casually asked, peering sternly at them through her spectacles.
Harry’s mouth fell open.
“Yes, Professor.” Hermione chirped happily, “We finger ourselves to orgasm at least once before bed every night. Lavender sometimes gets carried away, but she usually falls asleep after cumming a few times!”
Hermione said it all in one breath like she was boasting about completing her homework.
McGonagall smiled as if she were looking down at a prize pupil, “Good. Masturbation is critical to a good night’s sleep and a healthy learning environment. I know I can trust you to be diligent with your masturbation routine, Hermione, so I’ll ask you to make sure the other girls are doing it, too.”
“Of course, Professor!” Hermione said happily.
“And you, Harry?” She quirked a brow at him.
He swallowed his spit, words choking in his throat, “U-um..! Y-yes, Ma’am...”
McGonagall’s yellow cat eyes narrowed in suspicion, her lips pursed tightly, “That did not sound confident, Mr. Potter...”
“He has!” Hermione spoke up for him quickly, “I’ve watched him ejaculate alongside us girls every night. He was a little shy at first but has gotten quite enthusiastic recently!”
Harry’s face burned hot in a flash. His eyes went wide as Hermione said the most absurd thing with a straight face to their strictest Professor.
McGonagall nodded curtly, “I understand. I’m sure it has been difficult for you, Mr. Potter, adjusting to the different rules and traditions that we have in the girl’s dorms here at Hogwarts... but I’m pleased to hear you are putting in the effort to fit in.”
“T-thank you, Professor,” Harry said dryly, ducking his eyes down.
It wasn’t just this blatant talk about masturbation that was driving him to the brink of humiliation. (Though, living the isolated life he has, ANY sex talk did make him blush quicker than a schoolgirl)
It was the fact that McGonagall, their strictest and one of their OLDEST Professors, was standing here giving them a lecture on the importance of regular masturbation.
It wasn’t like any other Professor would be any better, but he certainly felt uncomfortable hearing it from her! Why couldn’t at least be a young, hot nurse giving them this lecture on sex?
Wait a second...
Harry thought of something absurd, feeling the weight of the Hogwarts Ledger under his arm.
Could he..?
He shouldn’t really...
But what if he did? Would she mind it? He didn’t think she would.
It was only because he’d gotten so comfortable writing new Accounts in the Book that he even considered the idea. But before McGonagall dismissed them, Harry had opened the Book.
Minerva McGonagall.
Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress - Head of Gryffindor
Age: 66
Sex: Female
House Bias: Gryffindor (Slight)
Grading Fairness: O (Outstanding)
Criminal Record: None
With his Professor already in mind, the Ledger popped open straight to her Bio, feeding him all the information he’d ever need about Professor McGonagall.
He looked at her critically, noticing the slight wrinkles around her eyes and the little bits of gray at the roots of her tightly pulled-back hair. The book listed her age as 66, but she didn’t look bad at all. If not for the constant strict expression she wore on her face, he would’ve guessed in her forties at most.
Looking back down at the page, he found it still full of information. It expanded into Minerva’s medical records, offering a few shocking and embarrassing to-read lines such as:
Sexual History: Virgin
And...
Fertility: Fertile
While Hermione was inadvertently keeping McGonagall occupied with the intricacies of bedtime masturbation, Harry kept reading. The only other Teacher’s Bio he had seen was Snapes, and he stopped reading at the massive list that was his criminal record. But Minerva’s full bio was so much longer than that. It contained everything that about her that had been Accounted For in the castle.
Including...
Excerpt; Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore’s Diary - I discovered Minerva crying alone in an alcove on the third floor... She confessed to be her relationship with a muggle. An engagement she had broken off to spare him from the dangers of the Wizarding World. It seems she still deeply loves this muggle, and I worry that she will grieve over him forever. A marvelous Witch like her deserves to experience the joys of love. It would break my heart to see her suffering alone forever...
Harry felt a pit in his stomach. It felt deeply invasive, reading this personal message, but shed some light on the person who he’d come to know as his Professor. He felt a little bad for all the times he quietly cursed her for strict homework assignments and points marked off in class.
The Dairy Excerpt was from some time ago, right when McGonagall began teaching at Hogwarts. Harry had never heard anything about a Mr. McGonagall. He wondered if she ever moved on...
Marital Status: Single
The book scrawled out the answer right before his eyes, and he felt a little silly. She hadn’t. Recalling her medical records too, Harry reasoned that she had no children either. It was a shame. She aged well. She probably would’ve been a sight when she was young.
...
...
He wondered...
Pulling out his quill and ignoring the bizarre look the Professor was giving him, he quickly crossed out the number ‘66’ and replaced it with 36. For a second, nothing happened. Then the crossed-out 66 vanished before his eyes and was freshly printed as 36 by the Book of All Accounts.
Then, when he raised his eyes again, his mouth fell open.
The woman standing in front of him was nothing like before. Her hair was rich and dark black, still drawn up in a bun but braided in lines on the sides and held in place by her own wand. It showed a woman who cared more about her appearance.
Her features were shockingly beautiful. She was missing a lot of the weathered, tired look that she had before and instead wore a kind, gentle smile. Her yellow cat eyes were full of pride for her two lions. Her lips were full and painted lightly red, curling as she smiled prettily. Her makeup accentuated her beauty. Her cheeks were dusted with a light blush, and her eyes were subtly shadowed.
It was hard to believe this was the same woman he’d known from before. Then his eyes trailed down her body, and he swallowed thickly. Maybe it was because she was so pretty, or maybe he’d disassociated this young, beautiful woman from the strict, aged Professor from before... but he began to see her womanly charms.
Her robes were still made of dark green fabric but fit more snugly to the shape and contours of her curvaceous body. Her sash was tied around shapely womanly hips, while her bust was accentuated by a snug dark green corset. She wore a modest black undershirt beneath, hiding a glimpse of cleavage, but her swelling bosom still made him stare at its round, enticing shape.
Harry was speechless.
Then, this newly rejuvenated, beautiful woman leaned in a little closer, placing a fond hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Harry.”
Even her voice was smooth and charming, lacking the clipped, strict tone she usually used around students. Instead, it was fond and familiar, as if she were truly proud and pleased to be working as their professor.
Harry matched her gaze silently. He felt a strange, hot feeling in his chest. Suddenly it was a gorgeous, mature older woman saying these words. He nearly forgot altogether it was McGonagall!
She smiled at him prettily, “So be sure to keep it up, young man. As long as you keep jacking off with the girls every night, you’ll be one of my best students. And Hermione, be sure to take care of him too. Don’t be afraid to offer a little encouragement if he’s having trouble cumming, okay?”
“..!” Harry’s face turned red again instantly.
“Yes, Professor!” Hermione beamed happily.
The erection he hid while walking down the hall a few minutes later was one of the most confusing he’d had in his life.
He was in a daze. Yet, it was not because of the revelation that this book, the Hogwarts Ledger, was perhaps the key to immortality and perpetual youth, skimming off decades of age from his Professor’s body. Nor was it that fact that Hermione didn’t even blink at this spontaneous change. No, instead, he had a much more critical issue at hand.
Professor McGonagall was HOT!
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End of Chapter
Notes: I'm enjoying this one. You can have some pretty fun absurdity happen with the Normalize fetish and we'll definitely dip into that some in the future. I've got some plans for some fun, grand changes, but that'll have to wait a bit while we build up.
VOTING:
How should we handle the pacing going forward? The idea of this fic was a slower build-up with a focus on teasing and the turmoil of using this power for Harry’s own personal gain. In direct contrast with Horny Witches, which is just dumb smut... but I can understand if too long without real lemons can get a bit boring. How should we proceed?
I would like to clarify that this IS a smut fic. We’ll eventually get to plenty of raucous, naughty shenanigans with all the pretty witches of Hogwarts. This poll is just to decide how fast we go in the beginning.
Escalate things (Get to lemons sooner, cut down on Harry's shyness/unwillingness)
This pace is fine.
Keep it slow but give us something now. (Maybe one girl for Harry to 'test the waters with' first, before we go off the deep end.)