Hogwarts Ledger Ch 4 (Harry Potter)

Summary:  Harry has a little more fun with the Ledger. From playing with his dormmates, to classes with some attractive Professors.

Chapter Four: Fun with the Ledger

Life in the Gryffindor Girls’ Dorm had never been better.

“C’mon, Harry! You’re lagging behind!” Lavender said chipperly as she held Parvati’s hand and rushed up the stairs to the Girls’ Dorm.

As usual, the gathering of boys in the common room didn’t pay him much of a glance, even if he walked up the ‘forbidden’ staircase to the Girls’ Dorm. Thanks to his status as a ‘normal student’.

Harry was swept up in the energy of the giggling pair of girls, eager to chase the girls up the staircase… but didn’t mind lagging behind a little.

Harry’s eyes were glued to the pert, round backsides of the Gryffindor girls bouncing up the staircase. Their pleated, swishing skirts gave him tantalizing glimpses of the warm, soft thighs hidden beneath.

Harry watched from behind as Hermione nudged his side with a reproachful remark, “You’re staring again! Hoping you’ll get to see something nice again, Harry?”

“Sorry…” He said with a grin and an unapologetic tone, “But can you blame me? Their arses are amazing..!”

Then, to his utter delight, Hermione nodded and joined him looking ahead.

“They are quite nice. I like how smooth and pale Lavender’s is... but I think Parvati might have the best bum in our year..!”

Harry grinned and nodded. Hearing Hermione casually compliment Parvati’s ass never got old!

Then he saw Hermione send him a little glance and wink. She raised her finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet, and then she drew her wand.

“Leviosa~!” She whispered.

Harry’s eyes grew wide as Hermione’s little spell lifted up the backside of Parvati’s skirt, flashing both of them with a fantastic look at the thick, tanned cheeks of the Indian Witches’ amazing ass. Today her knickers were plain white, which contrasted well with her dark bum.

“Hermione..!” Harry whispered in a light-hearted, scandalized tone. While he wasn’t really reproachful, Harry was genuinely surprised at the naughty act.

She giggled at him, “Happy now? You looked like you couldn’t wait ‘till we were in the dorm…”

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Harry felt himself already growing with excitement as he stepped into the girls’ dorm after the day’s classes had finished. His three roommates walked into their room in front of him, chatting about their plans for the evening.

“What should we study tonight?” Lavender asked chipperly, excited to study with her friends. As she spoke, she busied herself by unclipping the buttons on her pleated skirt.

“We’ve got Astronomy tomorrow night, so let’s brush up on the constellations!” Hermione suggested, following Lavender’s lead, and hooking her thumbs through the band of her skirt.

Harry watched with rapt attention as these three girls all worked their skirts down their legs, flashing him with the open view of their knickers and glimpses of their asscheeks.

“Don’t forget, we need to practice kissing too!” Parvati said as her thick, tanned cheeks came into Harry’s view, bending down to pick her skirt up off the floor. She turned and looked over her shoulder, catching his gaze with a little smile. She lightly wet her lips, “You’ll join us again tonight... won’t you Harry..?”

“Yeah..!” He nodded, struggling to look her in the eyes with that amazing, round backside turned toward him.

“Great! Let’s get started!” Lavender said and skipped ahead to the big, four-person bed they all shared.

He watched her big, round butt softly jiggle with every step as she threw herself onto her stomach on the bed. With Hermione and Parvati following suit, Harry followed the hypnotizing sight of his roommate’s asses to their shared bed.

...

The four of them were lying together on the giant-sized four-poster bed they shared together in the dorm.

They had two sets of Atlas of Celestial Anomalies cracked open in front of them. Parvati shared with Hermione, while Harry was with Lavender. Harry shamelessly slipped between Lavender and Parvati on the bed as they lay on their stomachs together.

Harry sat up cross-legged on the bed, so he had an easy time glancing at either side, where both girls lay bottomless on the bed. On his right, his study-buddy Parvati was kicking her legs up innocently, unaware of Harry’s gaze on the wide expanse of her thick, tanned asscheeks. She was still wearing her white cotton knickers, but they couldn’t cover the size of Parvati’s thick booty. Those caramel cheeks hung out the bottom, rousing Harry’s excitement.

On his left was a sight that could compete! Immediately, Lavender’s thick white booty only fell a bit behind Parvati’s in sheer size. But while Parvati’s booty was bigger and wider, Lavender’s was a rounder heart shape that led into her soft thighs perfectly.

And then, if Harry looked over Lavender’s side, he saw the cute white butt of Hermione. Unlike the bigger, softer bums of Lavender and Parvati, Hermione’s was a tight, round bubble-butt.

No less enticing, mind you. But Harry had plenty of time to look at Hermione’s cute, round bottom glistening under the shower spray... Right now, he was focused on the two thicker bums he didn’t get to enjoy as much.

“...So... We’ve been studying the primary constellations of the Zodiac and their effects on magical rituals-” Hermione began, focusing on their work.

With Hermione and Lavender so engaged when they studied, Parvati had to focus hard to keep up with them. That meant all three of them barely paid him any mind right now, letting him ogle their booties as much as he wanted.

Lavender kicked her feet up, drawing Harry’s eye to her long legs and soft thighs. He watched as she moved her legs, the way her ass ever so slightly moved. She nibbled on her quill, unaware of Harry’s gaze on her backside, “-Should we begin on page thirteen? It lists the scrying spells used to locate them in the night sky...”

“Hmm... that seems like something Professor Sinistra would cover in class... let’s begin with the names and the primary stars that make them up and move on to the history of the Constellations afterward...”

Admittedly, Harry started to tune them out. He couldn’t help it... he was too tempted.

It had been a few days since that ridiculous string of confessions in the first abandoned classroom on the third floor. Since then... he’d found it a little easier to use the Ledger. The realisation that plenty of girls were willing to let him get away with a lot made it harder for Harry to resist his naughtier ideas.

He glanced down at the three girls, chattering and jotting down notes. Staring at their half-naked asses was making him excited. He felt his prick uncomfortably pushing against his boxers and had to readjust himself. Unsurprisingly, Harry was aroused.

He wanted to have a little fun... to deal with his erection and clear his head...

But Harry knew he should be studying... Especially with the girls who are so focused on their schoolwork. While he didn’t care as much as they did, Harry didn’t want to muck up their study schedule and grades. These three girls were his best friends, the ones who’d changed his whole life. He was happy to see them excelling at schoolwork and getting praised for their diligence in every classroom.

But thankfully... there was a way to satisfy both of his desires.

Harry cracked open the Ledger. With just a thought, the book whipped open, fluttering to a specific page. At the top, Harry had drawn a heading line, marking down ‘Dorm Rules - Gryffindor Girl’s Dorm’. Below are all his written Rules within their shared dorm.

...Gryffindor girls, whilst in their dorm...

...are forbidden to wear skirts...

...always shower in pairs...

...admire each other’s bodies...

...masturbate together before bed...

...like to practice kissing with each other...

And so on.

Harry, feeling aroused and playful, had a flash of inspiration.

...and whilst studying; ignore Harry’s hands touching them...

Harry felt a little excitement spark up as he finished that line. He glanced over to Lavender and Parvati... neither gave any inclination of anything changing.

So Harry reached his hand out and gently touched Parvati’s thigh. He watched the way she lightly twitched in response to the contact. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes flicking over to his hand on her leg... then she looked back at her book.

He slid it up her thigh a bit, giving it a soft squeeze. Parvati did not react. Harry grinned, and started sliding his fingers up and down her thigh, enjoying the smoothness of her skin... before he looked over to what really captured his focus; Parvati’s big, caramel butt! And the white panties struggling to keep those cheeks at bay.

With an excited, trembling hand, Harry reached over to give it a soft squeeze. He groaned to himself, finally getting his hands on the impossibly soft cushion of the thick, bouncy ass that’d been teasing him for weeks now. He couldn’t help himself and reached over with both hands.

“Nngh...” The Indian Witch let out a soft moan of surprise.

“Parvati?” Lavender glanced over at her, “What’s...” As she looked behind, seeing Harry’s hands pawing the darker tan cheeks of Parvati’s ass, she softly giggled. She glanced at Parvati’s face, which was blushing fiercely, and grew a naughty smirk.

“Nothing.” Parvati said in a reasonably level voice, denying anything was wrong, “I’ve finished the notes on the Zodiac’s brightest stars... what’s next?”

Harry’s fingers dug into the soft springiness of Parvati’s ass, taking great pleasure in finally giving it the squeeze it’d been asking for all this time. He ground his fingers into her large, wide asscheeks, rolling them in his palms like fine dough.

“Hmm... we should probably memorize the names and basic purposes of rituals most significantly influenced by each Zodiac...” Hermione posed, completely ignorant of what was going on over on the other side of the bed.

‘Damn... this butt is just fantastic~’ Harry thought to himself. Knowing Parvati would blush so cutely under that compliment, he wanted to say it aloud. Yet, Harry was excited by how she was trying not to react to his hands groping her bottom.

“Don’t forget the animals each Zodiac represents... that’s probably the easiest part, but I’d still like to make sure I know them.” Parvati offered, while Harry dug his thumbs into the crease of her ass and thighs, and shook his hands to make her fat butt wobble for his delight.

“Right. That too.” Hermione scribbled a note, “The animals are important... as their parts are frequently used in the Zodiac rituals...”

Feeling brave, Harry let the thick cheeks of Parvati’s ass go for a moment... and then slid his hands beneath the bottom of her panties on either side, groping her bare ass underneath. The warm softness squeezed beneath his fingers felt even better, driving up his arousal by the minute.

The girl let out a quiet breath but didn’t give any other reaction. She muttered to herself, scratching something down in her notes.

Harry kept squeezing and groping those thick, tanned cheeks, never getting bored of Parvati’s soft butt. But soon, he felt the urge to jerk her white knickers down, so he could jiggle her naked asscheeks in his hands... when a thought occurred.

Even if she was ignoring his hands, Parvati probably wouldn’t ignore suddenly getting her panties pulled off her legs... But that was okay, because Harry had another idea.

He pulled the Ledger back into his lap, and thought of something. With a fluttering of pages, the book automatically brought him to the relevant information.

Hogwarts School Uniform

Girls Uniforms Consists of;

Plain work robes; black

Plain buttoned undershirt; white

Plain buttoned cardigan OR standard blazer; black or grey

Plain pleated skirt; black or grey

Plain necktie; black

Dress shoes; black

Harry saw a list of the current dress code, and saw a short paragraph scratch below the list.

Upon being Sorted, Hogwarts shall apply the following Enchantments to Students Robes;

Robes are to be charmed so that their inner lining and collar match the student’s House Colours and the crest of their house appears on their breast. Neckties are to be striped with House Colours.

Skirts are to be measured at no less than 55cm in length OR fitted just above the student’s knees; whichever is longer. Skirts are to be charmed to prevent accidental flashing of student’s buttocks or undergarments, and to protect against unknowing upskirts in such cases as climbing staircases, flying on brooms, etc.

Harry grinned, ‘I knew it!’ 

The skirts WERE charmed. Thankfully, his rule of getting randomly flashed by girls in the hall seemed to overwrite that protection!

Interestingly, Harry didn’t see any rules regarding underwear, which was surprising to him for a private university. He wondered if it was because Hogwarts only had adult students. Did they not care that girls were strutting around in thongs, or maybe even going commando?

But that gave him a naughty idea. There were plenty of fun things Harry could do to this page. First... he went ahead with the idea already in his head. He started scratching away at the page with his quill.

Girls Uniform Consists of;

Plain pantyhose (white) OR Thigh-high socks (Striped; House Colours)

Below that, he made an addendum to the skirts rule.

Skirts are to be measured at no less than 55cm in length OR fitted just above the student’s knees; whichever is longer.

Skirts are fitted to fall 10 cm above the student’s knees. Should the student choose to wear thigh-high socks, there should be no less than 5cm of thigh exposed between the end of the skirt and socks.

Harry grinned to himself. This should give him a bit more eye candy around the castle while not feeling too bad about exposing the girls.

Harry had some naughtier, exciting ideas but held his quill for now. Having fun for himself was one thing, but he didn’t want girls getting harassed around the castle by guys because of some extreme change he made.

He finished his changes with one last touch.

Girls undergarments are required to be appropriate colours associated with their House.

He was tempted to make it required for girls to wear thongs or g-strings, but thought maybe that was a bit too far... Plus, any underwear on a cute girl was downright sexy to Harry, so he was happy to enjoy variety. For now, he left it at that.

With his changes finished, Harry looked up to a pleasing sight.

Parvati’s big, smackable booty was now decorated by red knickers laced with a golden pattern. In the center of the backside, right in the middle of her butt, there was a roaring lion crest and the words ‘Gryffindor’ written in small font.

Lavender’s were just red, but they were fancy, laced with flowery embellishments that made her paler butt look so enticing.

Most importantly, the girl’s soft thighs were now decorated by red and gold striped thigh-highs. Harry wondered how it was possible for a girl to cover skin, and it somehow became more stimulating to him. The look of their soft, plush thighs above their socks, leading up to the crease below their butts was just perfect.

Harry reached over to squeeze Parvati’s butt and play with her soft, squishy thighs. He glanced over, and noticed Lavender was shifting slightly. He reached out, and gave her thigh the slightest touch.

Lavender visibly jerked, sucking in a sharp breath... and he saw a small smile curl onto her lips from the side. She didn’t acknowledge him... but he swears she shifted a little closer to him.

He reached his hands up and dug his fingers into the doughy softness of Lavender’s booty next. It was just as soft and smooth as Parvati’s... but if he had to compare, Lavender’s was a bit firmer, while Parvati’s molded underneath his hand. He grabbed one big squeeze of each girl’s asscheek, feeling like a king as he jiggled their soft butts in unison.

Harry enjoyed every second of it, roaming his hands around their soft bottoms to squeeze as much as he liked.

“Haah!” Lavender suddenly sucked in a sharp inhalation.

“Lav?” Hermione blinked and looked up from her notes, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She blew it off with a laugh, “Just scratched a line over some of my notes on accident...”

Harry was frozen. While his hands were roaming, he accidentally dipped a little too far into Lavender’s thigh, and his hands brushed against her knickers. Only briefly, but it was enough to make her gasp in surprise and Harry felt something hot.

He eased off for a bit and glanced over. Then he grinned. It wouldn’t be right to leave one butt out of the fun, would it?

...and it was like the Ledger had read his mind...

While the thicker-bottomed girls looked absolutely delicious in thigh-highs... Harry’s changes to the uniform included white pantyhose as an alternative strictly for girls like Hermione in mind. While it was a little sad to see Hermione’s soft bubble butt covered up by white pantyhose... the tradeoff was worth it.

Hermione’s slender, womanly legs were wrapped up in white tights, all the way up her smaller thighs, to shape the round white moon of her bum. Harry gave Parvati’s booty one last parting squeeze and scooted over.

He straddled Lavender’s thighs.

Lavender looked behind her, startled by the feeling of something other than his hands pressing against her thighs... but he silenced her with a wink and a finger to his lips. He pointed over to Hermione.

Lavender sent him an amorous smile and winked back, then went back to jotting notes, “I think I’ve got everything! Should we quiz each other?”

“Sure!” Parvati said chipperly.

“Okay then, what-” Hermione froze. She whipped her head around, and saw Harry grinning as he grabbed her thigh. Once she saw it was just his hand, which she was to ignore, she let out a breath and turned back, “What should we start with?”

Harry grinned and got his hands on Hermione’s soft round butt. He gave it his complete focus with hands on both cheeks. While it might not have been as much fun squeezing and rubbing her ass over her pantyhose, there was something extra alluring about Hermione’s cute butt being decorated like this.

He pressed on each side of her legs, making her close them tight as he carefully moved behind her. Careful not to touch her with anything but his hands, Harry squeezed and softly shook Hermione’s butt.

“Alright, Parvati. Let’s start easy.” Hermione continued with an admirably level voice, “Since you just wrote them down, what are the names of the Zodiacs and their respective animals?”

Harry was impressed by how unfazed Hermione seemed to be. He rolled his eyes, ‘Of course. Hermione is always excelling at everything... Even ignoring me!’

He looked down at her shapely bubble butt, and couldn’t help but notice a little flaw in his little uniform modifications. Hermione had chosen some fairly light gold knickers, but underneath semi-sheer white tights, he could blatantly see the shape showing through.

‘Hmm... white pantyhose go with white knickers... noted...’

Harry slid his fingers along the lines of her panties and then grinned... He reached down, fumbling to get a good grasp before...

‘Let’s see you ignore this..!’

Riiiiiip~!

“Hah!” Hermione gasped loudly, jerking her head around.

All of the girls turned to look as Harry ripped a big hole in Hermione’s pantyhose. He kept tugging, practically tearing them in half, to make a nice big window to grope and squeeze Hermione’s ass directly.

The girls silently looked at him with a mixture of expressions before softly blushing and returning to their work. But Lavender noticed something that made her stop.

“Heheh, looks like you’ve got a problem to deal with back there, Hermione...”

Hermione turned to glance at Harry, wondering what he meant. As her eyes glanced down, she grew a rosy blush, “O-oh...”

Harry squeezed Hermione’s rump and gave it a little light smack. He didn’t notice when his erection had slipped up the band of his boxers, sticking out plainly for the girls to see.

“Mph!” Hermione softly reacted, and stayed focused on his crotch, “H-harry... You’ve got another... erhm ‘bulge’ going there.”

Weeks ago, Harry would’ve been flaming red in the face... but right now, he didn’t feel all that embarrassed. No, he felt excited. He was excited because he knew what was coming next...

There was one little extra rule Harry had scrawled under the ‘Gryffindor Girl’s Dorm’ rules... A rule that he only had the courage to write after coming back from receiving love confessions from thirty-five girls, most of which he’d never even met.

Harry had taken great advantage of this new Rule with the girls in the dorm over the past two days.

“Heheh~!” Lavender giggled with eager eyes, “You know the Rules, Hermione! The girl that rouses Harry’s erection is responsible to help him relieve it!”

“Yeah, I know.” Hermione smiled at him, “Don’t worry Harry. I know us girls prancing about in just our knickers can be a little too stimulating for a guy. I’ll help you. Do want me to use my hands or..?”

“U-uhm...” Parvati softly spoke up. As the other girls looked at her, she flushed a little red. She bit her lip, nervous to admit this, but said, “Actually... I-I think I’m the one who caused it... While we were studying he... you know... with me first...”

Lavender grew a mischievous twinkle, “Oh yeah? Wow, I didn’t think you were that bold, Parvati..! To make up some excuse just to get Harry’s prick in your hands instead of Hermione...”

“W-what?!” Parvati flushed red, aghast, “I-I-I would never-”

“Oh, relax, girl, I’m just messing with you. I saw him all over your ass as soon as we cracked open our books... Honestly, that thing isn’t fair!”

Parvati flushed and reached down to cover her butt with her hand.

Hermione looked at him, “Well if it was Parvati... then it’s her responsibility.” She said judicially, “So, Harry? Who was it this time?”

“Yeah, Harry~” Lavender giggled, looking over her shoulder and shaking her hips, “Whose butt got you all excited?”

Hermione sent a light, reproachful look to Lavender’s crassness. The blonde just winked back.

Harry let out a light laugh, “Honestly... All of you girls have such amazing asses..! And it’d feel bloody amazing if any of you were to help... but I’ve gotta say, Parvati is definitely responsible for this one...”

The other two girls looked at Parvati, who suddenly looked very embarrassed, “R-right... So how can I... help you Harry? Do you want me to... stroke it?” Parvati seemed to have a hard time getting the words out.

Lavender whistled playfully, “C’mon girl, it’s like the third or fourth time you’ve done it! Stop being such a sheltered princess!”

“S-sorry...” Parvati calmed herself down, “I’m just a little nervous after he was... you know...”

“Playing with your thick ass~?” Lavender said with a giggle.

“Ugh.” Hermione huffed and tossed her quill on the bed, “I guess we’re taking a break now... So about that!” Harry saw Hermione give him a slight glare, “I was, of course, expecting you to get a little handsy with us sooner or later... but did you have to rip my pantyhose? I only have a few pair!”

Lavender rolled her eyes, “You’re a witch! Repair them!”

“Oh... right.” Hermione looked a little sheepish. She gave another glance to Harry, “Then I guess... it was fine.”

Harry grinned back at her, “Sorry, Hermione. Your ass just looked too good in those tights. I couldn’t resist!”

Hermione struggled to keep a stern face under Harry’s ‘compliments’ so she went quiet.

He crawled back over the bed, just as Parvati was about to sit up, “No. Stay like that.”

“Huh?” Parvati froze, propped up on her elbows with her booty still exposed behind her.

Harry crawled over her, “I want to try something.”

“U-uhm..!” Parvati’s face flushed bright red.

Both Hermione and Lavender’s eyes went wide.

“H-harry! Y-you’re not going to..?” Hermione hissed in a scandalized tone. As always, worried about McGonagall’s warning of ‘untoward’ behaviour in the dorms.

Harry leaned down to whisper in Parvati’s ear.

The girl’s eyes were wide for several seconds. She bit her lip and slightly relaxed. Then she subtly nodded her head, “Y-yeah... I mean... if that’s what helps you, Harry... g-go ahead...”

Harry grinned. The other two girls got up off their bellies. They sat on their knees beside Parvati as they silently wondered what he was up to.

Harry scooted down to Parvati’s thighs, and reached for the band of her panties.

“..!” Lavender gasped.

“Harry!” Hermione hissed.

“R-relax Hermione...” Parvati softly said, looking over her shoulder, “It’s okay.”

“...” Hermione bit her lip and watched them closely.

Harry tugged down the band of Parvati’s panties, peeling them off the thick globes of Parvati’s fat, caramel ass. He groaned as he saw the fully-exposed tanned asscheeks of the Indian Witch. He peeled the panties down to her thighs, just before risking exposing her pussy... and left them there.

Then Harry quickly jerked down his boxers, and straddled her thighs. Harry softly pushed his cock down into the warm, soft crevice of Parvati’s ass. He grabbed her thick asscheeks and pushed them together, squeezing his cock in Parvati’s deep ass cleavage.

“Oh wow...” Lavender bit her lip, “I see...”

Hermione’s face flushed red, but she leaned a bit closer, resting with one hand on the bed, “I didn’t even think about that... Is that really pleasurable for a guy?”

Lavender snorted, “Only if you’ve got an ass like hers!”

Parvati’s face burned, “C-can you two... s-shut up?”

“Sorry~!” Lavender playfully stuck out her tongue.

“Y-yeah... It feels amazing..!” Harry groaned softly as he began slowly rocking his hips forward, sawing the length of his hardened prick between Parvati’s doughy asscheeks.

Parvati looked over her shoulder, arms crossed underneath her as Harry grinded his hips against her plush backside. She felt his hot length sliding against her very intimately. It was all she could focus on, the feeling of his hands squeezing her ass so roughly, and his cock sawing through her pressed-together cheeks.

All the girls were blushing. While sexual activities in the dorm had become rather normal for them, this position was far closer to sex than they’d ever been before. If one were to just glance over, it clearly looked like Harry and Parvati were...

Harry groaned softly, working his hips forward and squeezing the soft, round fat of Parvati’s tanned booty. He was burning with excitement and arousal, heart hammering like nothing he’d ever felt before.

This thick, juicy ass was something Harry had lusted over for weeks. From the moment he took that first step and caught the heavenly sight of Parvati’s plump backside from behind in their Dorm’s communal showers.

He’d spent every day wanting to grab it. He wanted to give it a squeeze, or a smack. To see what that fine ass looked like beneath him.

Now he’d finally let himself go, and got his first handful of Parvati’s doughy round ass. He couldn’t resist his own excitement, and managed to convince her to let him squeeze his prick between her naked cheeks.

Parvati softly breathed, looking over her shoulder as Harry used her ass to get himself off. Similar to Harry, her heart was beating like a drum, ‘No other guy has ever even SEEN my butt... and he’s... I let Harry...’ She chewed her lip, but found herself smiling, ‘A-at least he likes it... It feels good having a guy so... obsessed with it, like Harry is...’

Harry was huffing, his cock throbbing with excitement between Parvati’s ass. With how utterly excited he was, he had no shame when he reached his peak quickly.

“O-oh..!” Parvati let out a cute gasp as she felt that hot shaft twitch and jump between her ass and she watched as it spewed spurts of seed up onto her backside, covering the back of her cardigan.

Harry huffed with pleasure and jerked his cock back, stroking himself madly to spurt out shots of white pearly seed over Parvati’s big, round butt.

“Haah... Haaah...” He sat back on her plush thighs, spent and satisfied.

“Oh wow...” Parvati softly murmured, looking at her own ass as she felt that hot seed splattered across her cheeks. She glanced up at him with a little smile, “It looks like you really enjoyed that... are you satisfied Harry?”

“Yeah... fuck... your ass is so incredible.”

Parvati smiled prettily, “Thanks Harry.”

Lavender chewed her lips, “Damn... that was pretty hot... I wonder if I could...”

Harry met Lavender’s eyes. The girl softly smiled and waggled her eyebrows. Harry smirked and looked down to her cardigan right at her big, soft breasts.

Lavender’s eyes went wide. She looked down at her chest with a thoughtful glance.

“Finished! Wonderful! Now let’s get back to studying!” Hermione seemed slightly irate, glancing at Harry, “Harry, can you tell me 19 primary stars that make up the Taurus constellation?”

“Uh...” Harry froze as all three girls looked at him. Lavender and Parvati couldn’t hold in a giggle. He cursed himself.

Hermione’s eye twitched, “I thought so. The point of us helping you with your erections is to prevent it from distracting you from studying! I’ll share my notes with you so sit down and try to keep your hands to yourself for a little bit!”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Harry was able to focus for a while as the three girls worked together to catch him up.

The three of them stayed up late that night. They knew they’d best sleep in the following morning for tomorrow’s late-night Astronomy Lesson.

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Come the following evening, Harry was undoubtedly appreciative of the help his roomies had given him. It wasn’t as if they had a test or anything, but Professor Aurora Sinistra had expected them to do their readings.

Harry stood along with the other students at the Astronomy tower, following Aurora’s instructions to navigate the starry night sky with his telescope. He sketched what he could see on a piece of parchment to create a haphazard star chart.

November had passed them by, leaving them standing out in the biting chill of a cold December night.

It had been only just a month since he obtained the Ledger, but it felt like ages ago. His entire world had changed. He was smiling and laughing every day now... and enjoying plenty of eroticism and pleasure.

But Harry realised things were escalating... he also realised he was okay with that. He was enjoying himself plenty with just their little ‘bedtime’ routine... but he still pushed Hermione to get him off with her hand... and then made a Rule so he’d never have to wank again.

Then Harry pushed things further with Parvati... and somehow convinced her to let him hotdog her fantastic bum... and yet he was already looking for more. He was already wondering how to convince Lavender to squeeze her big tits around his cock. He imagined what Hermione’s mouth would feel like.

...He was certainly sexually satisfied... but that wasn’t good enough. He desired the girls badly.

And it wasn’t just Hermione, Lavender or Parvati either... maybe he’d gotten a big head from the long line of girls that had confessed to him not too long ago, but Harry found himself checking out every semi-attractive Witch in the halls.

He imagined what they looked like out of their uniforms or under the shower’s spray. He wondered what naughty mischief he could conceive in the Ledger to get into their knickers.

As Harry thought about this, one obvious question popped into his head... If he did use the Ledger like that. Hypothetically, if he just wanted to throw away his V-card, experience a night with a woman, and be willing to use the Ledger to make it so, who would it be?

It had a big, vast castle full of such lovely Witches... how could he choose? Who would he choose? It was a question that kept spiraling back into his head repeatedly.

It was a ubiquitous fantasy for horny young men like himself. If he could have ANY girl... who would it be? In his case, the difference was that Harry probably COULD. It wasn’t just fantasy! That’s why he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He glanced across the way. He saw Parvati and Lavender huddled up for warmth, whispering and pointing up into the sky as they referred to their notes. Hermione was alone, peering into her telescope and furiously marking things down.

They were all three excellent choices. Harry truly believed they were some of the most beautiful girls in the school. Not only that, but he loved them. At least, as much as he’d ever loved anyone in his sorry lifetime. They were his best friends. Probably the only true friends he ever had.

...So did he really want to use the book to take their virginities? It didn’t sit quite right with him.

Anyone else in the castle, Harry could be easily convinced... but for them, it just felt wrong. It felt a bit like robbing them of their choice, which certainly sounded hypocritical in his head.

But there was another reason he didn’t consider them for long. A quite vain one, and one that just kept being a roadblock in Harry’s life. Simply put, he was self-conscious. The idea of taking on just one of them, a person he truly knew and connected with, in that kind of way, was still scary, even after all he’d done with them.

If he was going to do it with them... at the very least Harry wanted to know what to do!

That’s why Harry had started eyeing the older ladies of the castle. The kind of upper-year girls who were bold enough to strut around with nothing but a thong beneath their skirts. That way, even if he made a right fool of himself, he wouldn’t care too much because they weren’t the ones living in his dorm.

...But it wasn’t just the upper-year girls he was looking at. He might’ve had a little too much fun in Transfiguration Class with Professor Minerva flashing him all the time... but Harry started to turn his eyes to the female Professors of the school.

They were the easiest for him to justify... An older, more experienced woman who could ‘show him the ropes’ so to speak.

There were only a few that Harry would consider. There were only a few female Professors anyhow.

One of them was hosting this class.

Professor Aurora Sinistra was a strikingly beautiful woman. She wore deep, dark blue robes flecked with little shimmering stars that moved. The robes were far more modest than Minerva’s cleavage-bearing corset, but they hugged her womanly curves in a way that had him entranced.

She had full, plush lips and the most striking violet eyes. There was something calm and seductive about her. Her voice was smooth and enchanting while very knowledgeable and helpful.

Certainly one of his favourite classes, even if he didn’t give a toss about Astronomy.

Looking at the dark-skinned beauty, Harry felt a desire to do something naughty... but had to think of something that wouldn’t draw the attention of the other students.

He snorted to himself, grinning dumbly, and pulled out the most juvenile trick in the book.

...Harry Potter can see through Professor Aurora Sinistra’s robes...

Harry didn’t feel a thing change, but when he glanced up again, Aurora was standing half-naked, not too far away, answering a question from a Hufflepuff guy.

He saw her dressed in nothing but her undergarments, as if her robes had suddenly vanished.

...Aurora Sinistra wears sexy lingerie beneath her robes...

Now Harry was treated to some real eye candy.

The beautiful professor's ebony skin was decorated with deep navy lingerie that matched her robes. He saw navy stockings that traveled up her slender legs until they reached her thick thighs. He saw clipped garters with a matching belt, framing a glimpse of sexy navy blue lace panties.

Harry strained his eyes, looking at the front of her panties. She was too far away to tell, but the front almost looked open. Aurora had modest, womanly breasts, pushed up generously by her navy bra.

Aurora spoke quietly to the student, answering his question without noticing a single thing amiss. Nor had the student reacted to her lack of clothing. But to Harry, she appeared utterly out of place; one woman standing half-naked in a classroom full of Astronomy instruments and fully dressed students.

That image was surreal and thrilling.

Harry watched as the Professor smiled and nodded one last time. Then she started walking directly toward him. His eyes flicked down to see her wide, womanly hips sway toward him. He realised she was wearing heels.

“Mr Potter...” Aurora said neutrally, giving him a polite smile, “Did you have a question?” She stopped right in front of him, the enticing sight of her dark, pushed-up breasts just beneath his gaze.

“Uhm... what?” Harry struggled to keep his gaze from falling from her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She raised an eyebrow at him, “I thought you were trying to get my attention.”

Harry silently gulped, realising she’d misinterpreted how he was drooling over her. He cleared his throat, “Ahem, well, not really, Professor. I was wondering if you could ensure I’m on the right track...”

“Hmm... Let’s see...”

Harry sucked in a breath as Aurora walked closer to him, lightly pushing against his shoulder as she glanced at the notes in his hands. Glancing down, her chocolate cleavage was right there. He felt a cool, silky material that must be her robes... but couldn’t see them. To him, it was as if she was brushing up against him in such sexy lingerie.

“Ah, this is quite good for a sketch... Just eyeballing the position of your telescope, I think you’ve got it well-aligned Mr. Potter. Let me double-check for you.”

Harry hissed as Aurora stepped forward, just one step. She bent forward to gaze through his telescope.

“Let’s see...”

Aurora’s big, round booty stuck out behind her, just inches away. The wide-hipped Professor’s ass had Harry staring speechlessly. Two thick, soft-looking cheeks, sculpted well into perfect round shapes. The navy blue backside of her panties was very nearly swallowed up in those vast ebony cheeks.

Harry stared with a dry mouth. Two navy garter straps journeyed from the clipped stockings hugging her plush thighs to curve up the mighty slope of her round booty before they met the belt that hugged her hips to frame that ass seductively.

“Yep. It looks perfect, Mr Potter.” Aurora said plainly, unaware of her student’s searing gaze on her thrust-out posterior.

Harry’s mind was racing with desire, wondering how the hell to phrase an ‘account’ that would let him get away with SMACKING it... but his traitorous mind couldn’t complete the task before she rose up and turned her glorious backside away from him.

She smiled softly, “I’m impressed Mr. Potter. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had some experience with magical telescopes. If this were an exam, I’d give you full marks. Well done. Five Points to Gryffindor.”

“T-thank you, Professor.” Harry jerked his gaze down. With her standing right in front of him, he only had one chance to see for himself.

Just above her luscious dark thighs was the front side of her lacey panties. His mouth fell open. Aurora’s panties weren’t open in the front... but they did have a little transparent window, giving him a glimpse of the brown skin beneath... and a neatly shaven strip of black hair.

Click~ click~ click~

Harry turned his head as Aurora walked away, her short heels clicking on the stone floor of the Astronomy Tower.

Harry’s eyes were glued to that thick backside as it bounced softly with every click of her heels.

“Ooh...” Harry let out a breath, glancing around for a moment before reaching down to adjust the hard prick in his trousers.

Harry didn’t write that ‘Account’ with the intention of keeping it forever... but now the idea of leaving Aurora Sinistra to appear strutting around the castle in nothing but sexy lingerie was really appealing.

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Harry sat stiffly in Herbology, glancing down at the Ledger in his lap. Hermione was beside him, setting aside their dragon-hide gloves and getting her notes in order.

He was reading Accounts.

The list of Accounts regarding one Professor Pomona Sprout. Thankfully, she didn’t turn out to be a marked death eater. She was a sweet old lady, who seemed quite passionate about plants and Herbology.

As a teacher, she was fine. Harry had few complaints.

But after Minerva, Harry had to wonder...

Reading through her Accounts, Harry decided not to. It seemed Professor Sprout had been happily married for a few decades now. More than that, she had children... and her children had children. Harry didn’t have much desire to muck that up. Instead, he considered something else.

Minerva wasn’t the only teacher he’d affected already... and swapping out Snape for Slughorn was SUCH an upgrade.

It made him have some exciting ideas.

Was there some way that Harry could control who took over a position at Hogwarts? Even if he could, Harry wouldn’t know who would make a good Professor... unless he had a list to look through.

Harry had a thought. One he’d briefly wondered before... What are the limits of the Book? Are there limits on the Book?

Harry brought his quill to the margin of the Ledger—a place he hadn’t needed to write often.

...Show me Hogwarts’ best Herbology Teachers...

The pages fluttered before his eyes, faster and faster as the Ledger delved into the depths of Hogwarts’ most dated Accounts. Then it stopped suddenly, and the page started to fill with information.

It was like looking in a yearbook for Harry, but the yearbook was looking back. A moving-photo album of all Hogwarts’ best Herbology Professors from a time far before his own. Some of them nodded, winked, or straightened their collars to present themselves to him.

Harry’s eyes stopped on a certain Portrait, ‘Mirabel Garlick..?’

He was charmed.

Harry dipped his quill in ink and started scribbling on the page.

He felt a strange, dizzying sensation... and wasn’t in the Greenhouse anymore.

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“Good morning to all of you.” With a warm welcome, a youthful voice beckoned the crowd of students out of the cold, “Come in, come in! Young seedlings need warmth to grow!”

As the students shuffled in ahead of him, Harry got a glimpse of her—the new female Professor of the herbology class.

“Now, I know it must be terribly confusing to have Professor Spout plucked from the pot in the middle of the year, but I assure you my predecessor is in good health! I’ve been told she retired early to move back home with her grandkids.”

She had a soft, airy voice that sounded a bit fairy-like to Harry. She stood at the front of the Greenhouse table, smiling warmly at all of them. She was young, perhaps the youngest Professor in the castle, with friendly, soft features and a round face.

Her hair is what caught his attention. A soft ginger, braided down in two long ropes from her shoulders all the way down her front to her hips. Her slender figure was wrapped in a soft yellow undershirt with a sleeveless green robe over top. Most notable was her hat. A wide-brimmed witch’s hat with a dipping point and a crown of fresh flowers sprouting around the top.

Hermione leaned around him, peering curiously at their newest Professor.

“So, starting today, I’ll be taking over the garden as your new Herbology Teacher! My name is Professor Garlick.” She smiled warmly, looking over each of them, “It is my utmost pleasure to share a Greenhouse with you all. I look forward to growing with you!”

‘Professor Mirabel Garlick...’ Harry stared in utter amazement, ‘She lived in the castle over a hundred years ago... Yet here she is...’

The Ledger recorded the Account of her death almost fifty years ago when letters of the news were sent to the castle by the dozen.

Harry swallowed.

With just a whim and a note scrawled in the Ledger... this woman was alive, breathing, and appearing as young and beautiful as the little portrait that had smiled at him.

“I’m sure you First Years are eager to feed Venomous Tentacula and grow Devil’s Snare... but the most important thing in Herbology is to learn as much as possible! The best Herbologist is a prepared one!”

Mirabel Garlick smiled, giving the girls of the glance a knowing look, “But... seeing as it’s that season already, next week we might skip the lectures and test our green thumbs at growing some Mistletoe for the castle’s Christmas decorations!”

Harry softly smiled as a few girls giggled and glanced his way, including Lavender and Parvati. Hermione, at his side, scoffed slightly with a whisper, “What are they giggling at..? You kiss them every day!”

“Now let’s get a little familiar with each other... I’m afraid Professor Sprout left me without so much as a trowel, so let’s begin by testing the soil. We’ll go through a small quiz to see how much you’ve learned and then-”

Hermione jabbed him in the ribs, “If only you’d be so focused in charms. I’ve never seen you hang off a teacher’s words like that before...”

Harry felt a little flush, but at this point, his response came automatically, “Only when you’re teaching me.”

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled at him. Together, they pulled up stools and listened to the Professor speak.

That warm feeling in his gut didn’t go away. Harry didn’t understand what it was, but something about Professor Garlick was just so charming.

The Ledger had proclaimed her to be one of the most beloved teachers the school had ever seen. She was not only remarkably kind and caring but brilliant at her craft, with a gift for nurturing students and dangerous magical plants.

After a brief introduction, Professor Garlick passed around a light quiz and asked them to pair up. While the class went to work, she went around the room to get the names of all her new students.

Between himself and Hermione, they breezed through the quiz. Before he knew it, Professor Garlick crept up on them.

“And what are your names?”

“Hermione Granger!”

“Harry Potter.”

Mirabel smiled warmly at each of them.

Harry had a strange feeling. It was the first time he’d introduced himself to someone without them flipping their lid. It felt good to just be a ‘normal student’.

“Wonderful. Let me ask you this; if you had to pick your favourite thing Professor Sprout taught you over these last four months... what would it be?”

Harry smirked and looked to the side. Hermione looked distraught by the question, her lip quivering cutely, “I-I... I-I couldn’t possibly just pick one thing, Professor..! We’ve learned so much!”

Garlick smiled anyway, “That’s a wonderful answer as well, and you, Harry?”

As much as he wanted to make a good impression, he couldn’t think of much and said, “To avoid the Whomping Willow.”

“Oh my, that would have been a nasty surprise, wouldn’t it?” Professor Garlick smiled at his answer, “The Whomping Willow is certainly something to be careful around... but to a knowledgeable Herbologist, nothing at all to fear!”

The two students nodded.

“You know...” Mirabel suddenly brought herself in close to Harry, and he sucked in a breath. Looking at him with grass-green eyes, she said, “...You remind me of someone I used to know...”

Harry looked at her intensely, wondering what that could mean from a woman who’d lived a hundred years in the past. He asked her, “Oh really, how so?”

“...Mmm... I can’t quite put my finger on it...” She gazed kindly into his eyes, keeping a modest smile on her lips, “You just feel... special... in the same way. I think I’ll very much enjoy having you in my garden.”

Hermione choked beside him.

Harry smiled, “I hope so. I’m very glad to have you here, Professor. I have a feeling Herbology will be a breeze under your guidance.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence... I’ll do my best.” Garlick left them with one last smile to each of them.

Harry watched her go, wondering, ‘Was she hitting on me..?’

Hermione slapped his shoulder for staring.

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“Remember, class. With the holidays approaching, we will have a final exam on the Transfiguration Alphabet and the standard transformation formula!”

Harry kept his eyes forward, trying to bore a hole through McGonagall’s tight-fitting green skirt. The once-again youthful Professor had made a habit of sitting herself on the edge of the desk, right in front of Harry’s assigned seat.

And once again, relentlessly teasing Harry with the way her sheer stocking hugged her marvelous, womanly legs, disappearing beneath her skirt.

The class around him bemoaned the announcement of their exams.

“..” Harry stayed silent, single-mindedly focused on how McGonagall uncrossed one leg and crossed it over the other. He caught the fleeting sight of her thick inner thighs: the creamy white skin where her stockings ended and a glimpse beyond.

‘Fuck... Are those dark green or black..?’ Harry wondered, trying his hardest to get a glimpse at what kind of sexy underwear his bombshell teacher had hidden beneath her skirt.

“Of course, I will also expect to see some perfect Transfigurations! Be prepared.”

After the last couple of classes he’d had with Minerva, Harry realised she was very much the same woman. She was still a rather strict instructor, but it was more apparent that she was strict out of genuine passion and care for her students' growth.

Minerva softly rose off the desk and walked forward.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as she stopped right in front of him, leaning slightly into his desk, while her face looked around the room, still addressing the class, “In your first few months at Hogwarts, you all have come so far together... and while some of you could put in more effort... I’m truly proud to have such outstanding students.”

Most of the class was smiling. That kind of affectionate speech wasn’t something Harry had ever seen out of McGonagall until he’d stricken down her age. He felt slightly swelling pride, taking the praise as he looked up at her.

He tried to keep his eyes on her face, but with her standing so close, her soft round breasts, snugly presented in her green corset, were right in front of him. Her body was so close that Harry caught her perfume's faint, pleasant smell.

Hermione, who was beaming a proud smile, softly kicked Harry under the desk.

“Now, I have one last announcement before I let you go for the rest of the week... With Christmas break just around the corner, I need a list of names from every student who plans to stay in the castle. Please sign your name on a strip of parchment and leave it on my desk before you go. That is all.”

Harry froze in thought as the class started either getting out of their seats or breaking out parchment and quill.

“Christmas break!” Hermione gasped beside him, “I completely forgot!”

Harry let out a silent snort. Every other schoolmate he’d spoken to was begging for a break from three-hour lectures and twenty-four inches of essays to write every week. Hermione might be the only girl in the school displeased about a break.

“Hmm... I would love to visit my family... but I wouldn’t want to leave you all alone in the dorm... What do you think, Harry? Are you staying in the castle?”

Harry felt a little warm that Hermione was thinking of him.

As he thought about it, he felt a sense of sparking anxiety, followed by a wave of relief.

He worried for the briefest moment. It’s like he’d been working, so he had no ‘Muggle Money’ to his name. He wouldn’t be able to rent an apartment. If he were forced out of the castle, he’d have no choice but to stay with the Dursleys.

That idea was enough to twist his gut. Not only were they simply the worst, but he’d also have to leave the castle. Harry couldn’t even imagine life outside of Hogwarts anymore. He had so much fun every single day here. To leave it all behind would kill him.

But thankfully... that was only a fleeting worry.

“Professor.”

“Hm?” Minerva looked down at him. She smiled and suddenly leaned her hip against the desk, clasping her hands over her thigh, “What is it, dear?”

Harry struggled to resist the urge to look down. He cleared his throat, “Ahem... I was just making sure... All we have to do is sign our names on a slip? And Hogwarts will host us over the break?”

“Of course.” Minerva nodded, “All I need your name for is a rough headcount for persons in the castle, so we know how much food to prepare and such.”

“Wow... that’s generous of Hogwarts...” Harry said gratefully. Internally, he was jumping for joy, swearing never to see the Dursleys again.

“Well, we know not every student can afford to rent a place over the Holidays while staying at a boarding school for nine months out of the year...”

“So you’re staying then..?” Hermione said, looking at him.

Harry glanced over, “Yeah. No way I’m leaving this place for...”

Hermione, who knew a bit of his upbringing, gave him a soft smile and rubbed his arm.

“And you?”

Hermione bit her lip, brow furrowing, “I... I don’t know. I would love to visit my family... I really would! But...” She gave him what appeared to be a sweet glance, “I want to spend Christmas with you...”

Harry stared at her with a fuzzy feeling in his heart, wondering if she really meant that like he thought she did.

They were broken out of their stares by a gentle giggle. They looked up to see Minerva smiling down at them.

“You two are sweet.” Her simple statement was enough to embarrass them, “But you know, you don’t have to choose, Miss Granger.”

“Huh?”

Minerva softly chuckled again, shaking her head, “I sometimes forget you are a Muggleborn with how ahead your studies are... Don’t forget you’re a Witch, dear. If you want, you can just make the trip down to Hogsmeade and Floo home for a few days over the break and come right back.”

“W-what? We don’t have to take the train?”

Minerva giggled, “Of course not, dear. You’re all adults. It’s not like we’re holding you hostage here... In fact, if you promise to keep this to yourself,” Minerva lowered her voice, leaning down a bit next to Harry, “I have a private Floo in my quarters at the top of Gryffindor Tower. If you let me know when to expect you back, I wouldn’t mind you using it to visit your family.”

Hermione’s face turned precious, “You’d do that for me..?”

Minerva reached over to stroke Hermione’s hair, “Of course, dear. You’re one of my favourite students.”

“Oh, thank you, Professor!” Hermione scrambled out of their long desks to rush up and give Minerva a big hug.

“Oh.!” Minerva said softly, as Hermione squeezed her firmly.

Harry grinned, “That's wonderful. Thank you, Professor.”

“Of course.” Minerva straightened out her tone and patted Hermione’s back.

As they broke apart, Minerva glanced across the room, “Since I have you both here... Miss Patil. Miss Brown. Stay behind for a moment, would you?”

They looked at each other and said, “Yes, Professor...” They gathered up their supplies in their bags before walking over to them.

...

Minerva stayed seated on the edge of his desk, her womanly thighs always teasingly in his periphery, until the rest of the class had given their thanks for the lecture and left their slips on her desk.

Hermione squeezed Lavender onto the bench, scooting very close to Harry on the edge, while Parvati stood in front of them. Paying no mind to the Professor, Hermione dragged them into an excited discussion about their plans for the break.

Once the class had filed out, Minerva cleared her throat to take their attention, “Ahem.”

The girls went quiet, and Parvati looked a little nervous that they were called to stay after class.

“Don’t worry; you’re not in trouble.” Minerva eased them, “I just wanted to check in and see how you all have been doing in your dorm. I know there have been a lot of new Rules recently, some that you might find difficult to adjust to, so I want to know how you girls are doing.”

Minerva continued, “With Harry taking a spot in your bed, I know your situation is even stricter than the other girls in Gryffindor, so I’d like to be assured there have been no issues..?” She returned her stern look, with sharp-catlike eyes peering down through round spectacles.

“Oh, it’s been great, Professor!” Hermione chirped first, “Harry’s fit right in with us!”

“I’m glad to hear it... Though I’d like to hear it from you two as well. Miss Brown, have you had any problems in the dorm? And have you been masturbating every night before bed? Sufficient sexual relief is important for a sharp, studious mind.”

Lavender grinned, “No problems at all! We’ve been having a great time studying together and masturbating together, too! You don’t have to worry, Professor! I make sure to cum at least a few times every night, just to be safe!”

“Yes...” The Professor raised a brow toward Lavender but turned to Parvati, “And Miss Brown. I hope you are comfortable in your dorm as well. Have you been kissing the other girls every day?”

“Oh yes, Professor!” Parvati smiled sweetly, “And Harry too! I guess he was a little nervous about joining us, but recently, we’ve all been enthusiastic about our kissing practice! I have to say, it’s been rather enjoyable!”

“Mm. I’m glad you are enjoying yourselves then. Proper rest and relaxation are important for any academic environment. I’m very proud of you three, so please be sure to keep fingering yourselves every night and remember to kiss for at least a few minutes every day.”

Harry quietly smiled, feeling hot and excited. His prick was half-swollen in his trousers, just listening to his hot Professor talk about the girls kissing and masturbation.

He suddenly got a naughty idea, ‘...maybe one of these days, McGonagall will ‘grade’ the girls on their kissing practice... having her watch them make out sounds hot...’

She turned toward him, “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Mr. Potter.” She pointed to him with a look, “Have you been jerking off along with the girls?”

“Yes, Professor.” Harry smiled at her, “I was a bit shy to do it in front of such pretty girls, but now I’m always eager to stroke myself off while they finger themselves.”

There was a surreal feeling of excitement in Harry’s heart as he said that straight to the Professor of his school. His own Head of House.

Minerva smiled proudly, “Excellent! I admit I was a bit concerned about these Rules, but I must say the results speak for themselves. Having you four shower together, masturbate together, and practice kissing each other has certainly improved your bonds as classmates.”

“I couldn’t be prouder of the amount of progress I’ve seen out of you all. Miss Brown particularly, I never would’ve expected your grades to make a complete turnaround!”

The girls all swelled with pride, and Harry smiled, too. Lavender said with a bright grin, “Thanks, Professor! I gotta admit that working hard and getting good grades has been so much more satisfying than I ever expected... Maybe I was just sexually frustrated?”

Minerva nodded thoughtfully, “Perhaps so. Regardless, I’m happy to say that you four have my complete confidence regarding the upcoming exam. I expect all four of you to be simply Outstanding.”

Hermione had never looked so delighted, and Harry had to admit it felt pretty good. He was silently thankful to the girls because without them cramming it into his thick skull, he probably would’ve been too distracted by sex to earn this kind of praise.

“That being said, there is one concern I have...” Minerva began with a soft breath, looking over them.

“A concern? What is it Professor?” Hermione asked.

“Regarding the newest Rule... I know it may be a lot to ask of you girls, but as he said, you three are pretty young witches. A young man like Harry is bound to get distracted by the three of you changing around him, studying in your knickers, and such. Not to mention showering with him and masturbating together...”

Minerva looked at them, “That’s why I want to make sure that you girls are being responsible... Have you three been relieving his erections when he gets aroused?”

The girls all brightly smiled, nodding. Lavender spoke up, “Oh, don’t worry, Professor. Harry’s too sweet for us to feel weird about it. We’ve all been happy to beat him off when he gets turned on by our bums.”

Hermione nodded, “And I’ve noticed he can’t help but grow erect when we shower together, but I’ve been sure to give him a hand every time!”

“Good.” Minerva smiled proudly, “I knew I could trust you girls. I’m sorry for holding you up about this. By now, you three have earned enough faith for me to trust you. I just noticed something that had me a little concerned.”

The girls glanced at each other confusedly. Harry was also confused, wondering what else this could be about.

“Harry, would you mind standing up for me dear?”

“...Sure.” Harry felt a little concerned but rose out of his seat. Minerva pulled him around the desk to stand in front of the girls.

Minerva smiled at him, “Excuse me, dear...”

“..!” Harry flinched in surprise as she suddenly reached down and grabbed his junk.

“Mn. As I thought.”

“P-Professor!” Hermione gasped.

“I apologize.” Minerva let him go, “I’m aware that wasn’t very appropriate, but I needed to confirm my suspicions... Harry... I couldn’t help but notice the way you’ve been looking at me in class...”

Harry’s eyes went wide, ‘Oh shit! She totally caught me staring!’

While he started to panic, Minerva calmed him down with a raised hand and a kind smile, “Now don’t worry... It’s nothing to be ashamed of. This is exactly the kind of thing I’ve been worrying about.”

Then she looked down at the girls, who were staring at Harry’s bulge, “It’s normal for a young man’s mind to be filled with these kinds of thoughts. I’ve noticed over the past week that Harry gets distracted by my breasts and stares frequently at my thighs and backside. What I’m most concerned about, is the effect it will have on his studies.”

“Now girls, the reason I held you back after class is because of THIS.!” Minerva gestured to Harry’s crotch, “If Harry has been getting aroused in classes, distracted by sexual thoughts, then I can only assume he’s not sexually satisfied.”

Harry’s mouth fell open in shock, as Minerva took a turn he never expected. He fully expected getting berated and detention at least... but that didn’t seem to be the case.

In fact, she seemed to be gently scolding the girls as she continued, “I’m not saying you’ve been neglecting the Rules... I would just like you three to pay closer attention to Harry’s erections. If he seems aroused, especially while studying, I want you three to take care of it right way, okay?”

Harry watched the expressions of the three girls with fascination. They seemed surprised and almost upset by what Minerva had just said. It was like they felt as if they were the ones who’d done something wrong.

Hermione was biting her finger, looking at his crotch, while Lavender furrowed her brow. Parvati seemed to be the most bothered, and said, “Oh, Professor..! I-It must be my fault!”

“J-just Wednesday, we were up late studying for Astronomy, and I noticed how Harry was staring at my bum..! H-he was sitting cross-legged, so I couldn’t really tell if he was erect or not, and I didn’t want to disrupt our study session and...” Parvati’s shoulders fell as she bit her lip, “I guess I left it alone for too long...”

Minerva softly nodded, “It’s alright, dear. I know you three are inexperienced with the libido of young men, but don’t worry, you’ll get more comfortable. Did you at least jerk him off when you noticed, or did you leave his penis erect the entire time you were studying?”

“N-no I...” Parvati suddenly flushed, remembering how she’d ‘helped’ with his erection, “I... I didn’t use my hands, Professor... I let him erhm...”

Minerva’s gaze suddenly tightened, and the sharp cat's eyes quieted Parvati, “You didn’t use your hands? Then...”

Lavender butted in, “She took care of it! Since Harry was drooling over her ass, she let him hotdog her until he came.”

Minerva’s face softly twitched, “...hotdog..? Well, thank you for your honesty, Lavender. However, I would appreciate less explicit language. And Parvati...” The Indian Witch shrunk under McGonagall’s gaze, “...While I understand that it may be easier to use... the stimulating parts of your body that induced his erection to relieve it, I expected you girls to simply jerk him off with your hands.”

She turned her stern gaze to the other girls, “Remember that while this may seem like a sexual act, it is not! You are merely helping relieve a biological function in order to keep your classmate focused on his studies. Using your... buttocks... while I’m sure more than sufficed to make Mr. Potter ejaculate, runs unacceptably close to real sex.”

She leveled her stare back at Parvati, “What would you have done if Harry had accidentally slipped inside you? Or if he had pressured you for more, would you still have been able to say ‘no’ at that point?”

Parvati’s face was flush with shame, and she struggled to meet Minerva’s gaze, “I-I’m sorry, Professor.”

As hot as all the talk of sex was, Harry did feel a little bad for Parvati’s light scolding. It was absolutely his fault, after all.

“Professor...” Harry started to speak up.

Parvati jerked her head up, “H-harry no..!”

Minerva suddenly shifted her gaze to him.

Harry ignored the looks of warning the girls were sending him and spoke up, “It was my fault. I’m the one who asked Parvati for an assjob. I let my desire get the better of me... I’m sorry.”

Minerva pursed her lips, “Is that true..?”

Parvati panicked, “Oh, please don’t blame him, Professor! It was surely my fault for leaving him aroused for so long..! If I had just jerked him off at the beginning then..!”

Parvati’s voice went soft, “Please don’t kick him out of the dorm...”

Harry looked at her with a warm feeling. She was genuinely worried for him! With the Ledger by his side, it was hard for him to take any of this too seriously. He wasn’t even sure McGonagall could kick him out of the dorm anymore. But even so, the fact that Parvati got so worked up about the idea was sweet to hear.

Minerva softly sighed, “Relax, Miss Patil. I won’t be kicking him out of the dorm.” The girls all let out sighs of relief as McGonagall continued with a sharper tone, “But! Consider this a warning. I don’t want to hear about anything else inappropriate happening inside the dorm, understand? You’re to stroke Harry’s erection with your hands until he ejaculates and nothing else!”

“Yes, Professor!” The three girls said together, breathing a sigh of relief as McGonagall let them go.

Minerva nodded in acceptance, “Good. Now, dismissing that incident, you four have been perfect students. I truly am proud of how much you’ve grown over the last month.”

She smiled warmly at them, dropping her strict tone, “You girls, and Harry too, have been following the Rules diligently, working hard on your studies even while also practicing kissing, relieving Harry, and masturbating every night.”

“So,” Minerva reached down to softly squeeze Harry’s shoulder, standing in front of the girls, “I’d like to award each of you with ten points for Gryffindor, each!”

The girls all brightly grinned, while Harry had a look of disbelief on his face. House Points..! Awarded to them for indulging in sexual acts around the Dorm!

“Be sure to keep it up!” Minerva encouraged them one last time, “I’m expecting nothing but the best from you all going forward! I think I’ve used up more than enough of your time. You’re welcome to head back to your dorms.”

“Thank you, Professor!” The girls each said, one by one, followed by himself.

“C’mon, Harry, let’s talk about Christmas!” Hermione grabbed his hand and started pulling him out the door.

“And Mr. Potter..!” Minerva called to him on the way out, “Admittedly, I expected this sooner or later, and since you’ve been on your best behavior otherwise, I’ll let this first offense slide... But control yourself. Any more inappropriate behavior in the dorms, and next time, it shall be House Points and Detention, understand?”

Harry tried not to grin, ‘...Mmm...Detention..?’

Even when she scolded him, Harry found it hard to be ashamed. Her shapely curves and those enchanting cat-like eyes gazing at him sternly... She was just too sexy.

He kept his tone low to prevent the Professor from knowing his thoughts and simply said, “Yes, Professor.”

She nodded to him and waved him out the door.

As Harry caught up with the girls, he quietly chuckled to himself, ‘McGonagall caught me ogling her tits... and instead of Detention we walked out with forty House Points!’

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Harry softly shifted in the bed. Thankfully, it was his turn to be on the end, so he wasn’t buried in limbs. Not that it would have been uncomfortable, his rules made it perfectly comfortable, but it would’ve made it hard for him to use the Ledger without disturbing the girls.

He glanced to the side, smiling to himself. Hermione was fast asleep, mistaking Lavender’s chest for her pillow and snuggling into the warmth. Lavender wrapped her up in arms and legs like snuggling a teddy bear. Parvati was cuddled against him, but he managed to get his arm around her while she rested on his shoulder.

The girls were all pleasantly slumbering after a satisfying bedtime jilling.

He propped the book open on his knee and had his quill out.

It wasn’t hard to guess where his mind was roaming.

Harry was once again thinking about sex. The idea was always tempting, always in the back of his mind... So Harry knew it would happen eventually. He was still of the same reasoning, thinking that one of the Professors would be easiest.

He was thinking about the other Professors and wondering who else might be an option. He’d seen a couple more than might be in his strike zone but didn’t have their classes. Asking around to guys he’d know would blab, Harry learned their names were Professors Babbling and Vector.

Bathsheda Babbling and Septima Vector, to be specific.

He perused their ‘profiles’ on the Ledger, curious of their age. Babbling was only thirty-four, while Vector was forty-one. That made him wonder if they were an option.

He’d caught glimpses at them across the Great Hall, eating at the Professor's table, but couldn’t really get a good image of them.

As Harry’s thoughts wandered... the Book of All Accounts responded loyally.

...Professor Vector grades papers, Advanced Arithmancy Classroom...

...Professor Babbling relaxes by the fire in her personal quarters...

The ever-updating Accounts of the two Professors shifted and changed before his eyes.

...Professor Vector stretches her shoulders, Advanced Arithmancy Classroom...

...Professor Babbling begins reading a book in her personal quarters...

It gave him a few ideas. Harry had been having so much fun with Rules that he didn’t pay much mind to simple ‘Accounts’.

Harry wondered... and dipped his quill in ink.

...Professor Babbling feels aroused...

Harry felt a growing excitement. He realised he was playing with the mind and body of another. One of Hogwarts’ esteemed Professors... But it was just a little harmless fun.

...Professor Babbling removes her work robes inside her personal quarters...

Harry’s interest was peaked. His eyes glued to the page as his imagination ran wild to fill in the gaps.

...Professor Babbling pours herself a glass of wine...

...Professor Babbling reclines in her chair...

...Professor Babbling begins to masturbate...

Harry felt strangely aroused. He watched three pretty young women masturbate every night before bed... but somehow, just one line written in a book was still thrilling.

It was exciting to him, knowing that one of his esteemed Professors, an older woman in a position of authority, was jilling herself somewhere in the castle. And it was arousing to Harry that he had caused it.  

He was about to write ‘describe in better detail’, as he had done before with the girls showering, when he paused.

Harry felt a little inspired by how well things had gone with Herbology. Instead, he brought his quill to the margin.

He paused for a few moments... and then lamely scratched out;

...Hello...

A moment later came a response.

...Hello again, Harry...

The Book of All Accounts wrote back to him. He remembered that the Book had explained its ‘sentience’ by drawing from the ‘collective thought’ of Hogwarts’ inhabitants.

He hadn’t had much need to ask the Book questions before and wondered how to start.

...You have been making good use of the Book of Accounts...

Harry’s eyebrows rose.

...Good use? I’ve been using it for perverted stuff...

Harry felt a little worry and nervousness grow. It hadn’t really occurred to him before now, but Hogwarts had thrown the book into his lap... couldn’t Hogwarts take it away, too?

...That is true... but acceptable as well... Hogwarts is primarily concerned with the well-being of their students... you haven’t harmed them...

Harry thought that some people would absolutely disagree with that!

...You’ve banished Severus Snape from the castle...

...You’ve given one of our best Deputy Headmistresses many more years to guide our students...

...You’ve brought back one of the greatest teachers Hogwarts has known...

...You may not understand, but you have prevented many great disasters looming in the future...

Harry’s brow suddenly tightened.

...Disasters? What disasters..?

Harry stared intensely at the page. He saw lines of ink appear, waving and bobbing like words trying to form and twist into a new shape. It took many moments for a response to come.

...I am having difficulty choosing words to convey my meaning to you...

...I do not know how I know... nor what I know... only that I know that I know...

...I do not know the details... Only that many students were saved in some way when Severus Snape was banished from the castle...

Harry sighed softly, glancing down at the soft, peaceful look on Parvati’s sleeping face. He was thankful she was so warm, pressing against him, or he knew he would feel cold right now.

He wondered what that could mean. Either Snape was directly harming students, or would be soon... Or, maybe something he would do would result in the loss of lives, like an explosion in his Potions Class (Merlin knows that place was volatile.)

Harry hoped it didn’t matter anymore because if the Book and all its Accounts didn’t know, he wouldn’t find the answer.

Instead, Harry argued his point.

...I haven’t done anything. YOU have. Why didn’t you get rid of Snape yourself? Or banish the Troll when it attacked Hermione..?

...I will not... If I began influencing the castle... I would never stop...

Harry went quiet.

He sighed. Rather than wasting his time thinking about nonsense, Harry pushed those thoughts away for another night. Right now, he wanted to distract himself.

...Is there some way I can see into a room in the castle, without moving my body there?

...Scrying... I will show you... where would you like to see..?

Harry softly blushed. It felt a little weird telling someone he was about to perv around the castle, even if they were an age-old all-powerful artefact.

...Professor Babbling’s personal quarters...

...So you’ve written it... so it shall be...

“..!”

With a sucking gasp, Harry felt like he’d been jerked out of his own body. He felt a dizzying sensation, like rocking on a boat, despite still feeling the unmoving bed beneath his body.

Then he saw the castle moving all around him, rooms and corridors passing him by... Whilst at the same time, Harry was looking at his lap and the Ledger, back in bed in his Dorm. He had two separate ‘views’ or ‘visions’. It was like he had an extra floating head flying through the castle walls. It was confusing, but only for a moment.

Then he felt something strange, like a firm hand on his shoulder. He was guided down from Gryffindor’s Tower and pushed through the walls of the castle until he suddenly jerked to a stop.

He was inside a decorated bedroom, the stone castle floor covered in carpets. The room was aglow with firelight, but it was empty.

“Mmm...”

He heard a woman’s voice and felt himself jerked toward the fire. Harry softly gasped.

There was a woman there, reclining deeply into a velvet armchair.

Brown robes were hanging off her shoulders, exposing her front. Her pale skin flickered sensually in the firelight, her chest moving with breathy gasps. He saw rather voluptuous breasts held in a simple black brassiere.

But his eyes were drawn down her naked figure, to the way her legs were spread wide, firmly planted on the floor. Her hips were just barely hanging off the edge of her seat while her slender fingers slowly moved between. She softly rubbed her lower lips in gentle circles, gasping.

“Haah... Nnngh...”

Harry watched the woman known as Bathsheda Babbling masturbate in front of a fire.

He wanted to see her face and felt his ‘view’ suddenly shift closer. He saw loose blonde hair falling down her shoulders and rosy cheeks as her lips opened in a gasp. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but soon she opened them, seemingly looking right at Harry with rather pretty blue eyes.

He jolted with surprise as she peered in his direction. Then he calmed down. It was clear she couldn’t see him.

He brought his focus down lower, watching as she slowly rubbed herself.

Harry felt a little naughty. With his vision split in two places, his body brought quill to Ledger.

...Professor Babbling begins to finger herself...

Babbling moaned, “Mmm...” And slowly slipped her fingers down, gently dipping two fingers into the walls of her pussy.

...Professor Babbling masturbates passionately...

“Ooh..! Fuck~!” She gasped breathlessly as she started pumping her fingers faster into her glistening walls. Her hips slowly moved in her passion, and she reached up with her other hand to squeeze her breast.

...Professor Babbling makes herself cum...

“Oh yeeees~!”

Harry watched her hips jerk as she quickly pumped her fingers deep inside and heard a wet, slick sound as she slid them through her clenching walls.

“Haah..! Mmmggh... I needed that...” She said with a pleasant hum, sinking into her chair tiredly.

Harry enjoyed the show, feeling a sudden urge to wank again, despite the girl’s beating him off just ten minutes ago.

But Harry thought to himself, ‘It wouldn’t be fair just to check out one...’

...Professor Vector visits Professor Babbling’s quarters for wine...

Knock, knock, knock~!

“Oh shit!” Babbling quietly cursed, and tugged her robe closed, “Just a second!” She called out in a reasonably disguised tone.

Harry watched, impressed. She reached for her wand and started muttering under her breath. Clothes flew across the room, burying themselves in drawers, while Babbling's open robe tied itself around her waist and smoothed its own wrinkles. Her hair straightened out, and her chair scooted itself away from the fire.

The half-empty wine glass on the side table vanished, and the closed book fluttered open to a random page. Babbling’s room was clear of all evidence in just a few moments.

Then she hurried over to the door, “...Septima! I was waiting for you~!”

“Sorry, Bathsheda, I lost track of time grading papers.”

“I know how that is. Come in, I was just about to open a bottle!”

Harry got a good look at Professor Septima Vector for the first time. She was slightly taller than Babbling, with simple, wavy brown hair. She had a much sterner face, but Harry found it quite attractive. She was wearing darker, duller red robes.

Babbling opened a bottle of wine and brought over a pair of glasses while they took seats by the fire. They started their talk surprisingly friendly, leading Harry to believe they were friends before it quickly turned into schoolwork and troublesome students.

Harry had gotten what he wanted: an up-close look at both Professors. They were both decent options. Indeed, ladies he wouldn’t mind getting close to, even if they were quite a bit older than himself.

But... there wasn’t any harm in getting a bit of a better idea, right?

Harry thought momentarily and devised a simple idea to check them both out.

...Professors Vector and Babbling strip to compare each other's bodies...

He watched as the two ladies, barely a few sips into their wine, suddenly decided to start taking off their clothes.

“Mm. So that’s the chest I keep hearing my students whispering about.” Vector commented as Babbling’s robe pooled around her feet.

“Heh, I guess so! I haven’t had much trouble with forward students, but these are definitely why I still wear robes!” Babbling said light-heartedly, cupping her large, round breasts over her bra.

Then she looked toward Vector, “And I don’t think I’m the only one. You're in high demand around the castle too, Septima...”

The brown-haired Professor raised her eyebrows as she pulled off her robes.

Harry believed Babbling. While Vector wasn’t as shapely as Babbling, she was still a stunning woman. Her smaller breasts were still round and shapely, hugged in a flowery beige bra. Her hips were narrower, too, but the view of her backside was still a pleasing one. She was a tall, slender, mature woman.

“It’s ‘cause you're so strict.” Babbling said, scooting over in her underwear, “You’re still plenty young and sexy. You’ve got a tight waist and smooth skin. I’m sure there’s a whole list of guys who’d climb into your bed.”

Vector frowned distastefully, “Hopefully not in the castle. I’d never go for a relationship with a student.”

“Well, Hogsmeade’s close by... maybe we should go for a drink?”

“Hm. Still a high chance we’d bump into a few students, especially at the Three Broomsticks. I’d rather Floo to a magical pub in London...”

“There’s an idea...”

Harry watched the two women slip into their chairs, sipping wine and ignoring their undress. Listening to them chat for a bit, Harry got a feel for who they were. Babbling, as her name might suggest, was a friendly, chatty woman. Vector seemed a bit stiff, but she was smiling and laughing with Babbling quickly enough.

Both seemed plenty kind and attractive.

While Harry absently watched the two half-naked women drink wine together, he went through his options.

Minerva McGonagall was the ‘sexy Professor’ with her raven hair in a tight bun and half-moon spectacles. She was the one he physically desired the most, for all the flashing and teasing she’d put him through...

But she was also his Head of House and Deputy Headmistress of the school! He had the most personal connection to her, so it would be the most awkward if he mucked it up.

Then there was Professor Aurora, the calm and sensual dark-skinned beauty. With her exotic beauty and striking violet eyes, she tempted him. And with the look he’d taken beneath her robes, Harry wanted to get his hands on those wide hips and bouncy booty.

Another temptation was Professor Garlick... and while he hadn’t gotten a look under those robes, there was something just charming about her. Not only beautiful, but perhaps one of the most kind people in the castle.

Mirabel Garlick was undoubtedly one he could feel good about. He’d literally brought her back to life, so he wouldn’t feel as ashamed about using her for sex. Plus, he couldn’t imagine having a bad experience with how sweet-hearted she was.

...and that was about it.

The only other option he could think of was Madam Hooch... and while she didn’t look too bad for her age... That wasn’t exactly the woman Harry was in the market for... At least, not for his first time. She seemed likely to break his hips.

Harry felt his mind fly again. His scrying vision flashed rapidly through the castle before it flew into his body once again. That was surprisingly fun. Maybe he’d watch for any naughty scenes around the castle to ‘Scry’.

Harry softly grabbed the bulge in his boxers. He glanced down at the sleeping girl so contently snuggled against his shoulder. He probably shouldn’t try to wank with Parvati against him.

Harry sighed and scratched one last note in the Ledger.

...Harry Potter falls asleep in two minutes...

Then Harry lowered himself back into his comfy dorm bed. He wrapped his arms around Parvati, hugging her soft warmth firmly against his body.

Then he was asleep.

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End of Chapter - Thanks for reading! 

A/N: Pretty excited about the next few chapters! There's a lot of fun nonsense I can do with this story.

As mentioned last time, the winner of this poll is who Harry picks for sex first!