Poll Winner: Minerva McGonagall!
Summary: As the winter break arrives and school is out, Harry sets his plan into motion. His focus lands on Professor Minerva.
Poll Notes at the bottom!
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Chapter Five: Professor Minerva
December 18th - Gryffindor Dorms
Once again, Harry’s morning inside the Gryffindor Girl’s Dorm began in such an enjoyable way.
The Rules Harry had created in the Hogwarts Ledger ensured he and other residents of the castle enjoyed perfect nights of sleep. But he’d gone a little further and made a personal, enjoyable ‘wake-up alarm’ in the form of good morning kisses from his pretty dormmates.
However... Harry had recently changed that rule.
Harry awoke with a gentle groan, opening his eyes to a beautiful sight.
A slightly older blonde woman was kneeling on the bed, hunched down over his legs.
Her lips were wrapped around his prick.
Harry groaned with pleasure, feeling the warm, wet mouth of a woman he didn’t even recognize slowly sucking his cock. Her tongue eagerly teased his sensitive crown before she started bobbing her head in quicker motions, sucking gently but pleasurable on his stiff morning erection.
Her blue eyes met his as his pleasure-filled groans took her attention. She looked up at him and smiled, if it were possible, with her lips sealed around his prick. She bobbed her head more energetically, with a slight wet sound, slurping on his shaft to build him up to a satisfying climax.
Her eyes met his as she worshipped his erection with her delightful, hot mouth. She slurped off the top, jerking his slick shaft with quickened pumps. She reached her pink lips to kiss the base of his shaft and hanging balls with teasing kisses. She looked up at him, swallowing the spit in her mouth as she caught her breath.
“Good morning, Harry...” She quietly whispered with a playful giggle.
“Morning...” He whispered back, glancing down to see Hermione snuggled tightly into his side. Her face was buried in his shoulder like she was trying to hide from the morning light. Her bare thigh was thrown over his waist. His hand automatically came up to stroke her perfectly smooth hair.
Glancing to the left, he saw the other girls were still asleep, too. Parvati was all but lying on top of Lavender, her face buried in the blonde’s chest, mistaking those plush boobs for pillows.
He let out a gentle groan, trying to keep quiet as he felt the older student’s lips seal around his cocktip. Her eyes were looking up at him as she gently teased his tip with a swirling tongue.
He had to ask, “W-what’s your name..?”
She grinned brightly, as if that was exactly what she wanted to hear, and quietly whispered back, “Beatrice Haywood. I’m a third-year Hufflepuff!”
Harry noticed the yellow trim on her robes. She was a rather slender, cute woman with a short blonde bob cut and pretty blue eyes.
With his question answered, she went right back to work, wetly licking and sucking his cock into her mouth with a look of eagerness on her face. She appeared to be loving it, giggling as she kissed his shaft and played with his balls before taking his length deep into her mouth to make him groan.
Harry laid back in his bed with a blissful look on his face as he hugged Hermione’s warm, snoozing body close and let this cute young lady work her mouth on his prick.
Soon, he was groaning with release. Beatrice giggled and sealed her lips over his cock, shortly pumping his shaft as he expelled his cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all down without spilling a drop, then cleaned his tip with her lips and tongue.
“Mmm~ It’s true..!” She giggled to herself, looking at him with playful blue eyes. She wiped her lips and sucked her fingers, “Your cum really is delicious..!”
Harry softly chuckled, “Glad you like the taste...”
“Mm~ I’m so glad I got chosen today! My friend Grace won’t shut up because she got chosen twice already!” Beatrice softly whispered with an excited tone as she tucked his softening prick back into his boxers and patted his groin. She beamed him a bright smile, “How’d I do?”
“Bloody outstanding. Ten points to Hufflepuff!” Harry whispered with a grin.
His praise made her beam a smile, and she winked at him, “Great! Well, maybe I’ll see you around, Harry~!” She whispered as she started crawling off the bed with a friendly wave. She walked out of the dorm, assumingly heading back to Hufflepuff or down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry chuckled to himself, thinking, ‘This was the best decision I have ever made.’
After the ‘scolding’ of McGonagall, Harry realized how he had inadvertently ‘limited’ himself with the Rules. Feeling adventurous, he wrote something a little more fun. Harry felt inspired by the pleasurable changes to his ‘morning routine.’
...Every day, an attractive female student in the castle is selected to wake Harry Potter up with a gentle morning blowjob...
Not only did he get a lovely blowjob every morning, but at the same time, he got to personally ‘tour’ the castle’s beautiful witches! It was exciting to him, knowing every night he went to sleep, he’d wake up to a pretty new face polishing his knob.
However, this little Rule did come with a few problems.
Imagine his surprise when Pansy Parkinson, of all people, was glaring at him with her lips sealed around his dick. Due to the strange acceptance of the ‘Accounts’, the ‘female student’ selected would always complete their task diligently, putting in their best effort. However, their actions otherwise were completely normal. So he wasn’t immune from Pansy’s usual bitching, even as she worked to make him cum.
So Harry had to make a few edits after a few days of experience.
...An attractive female student...
Was changed to-
...An attractive female student who likes Harry Potter...
He’d thought to set in the ‘Attractive’ restriction the first go-around but never even imagined waking up to Pansy Parkinson blowing him. Though he had to admit, she was pretty cute when she was glaring at him with his prick in her mouth.
It did dramatically cut down the ‘pool’ of ‘attractive witches’ he’d get to enjoy, but he didn’t care too much. He still saw a different face every day, and the friendly girls were the only ones he really wanted to get familiar with anyway. Besides, it still seemed to be a much grander scope of girls than the 30+ who’d confessed to him a few weeks ago.
Back then, he’d used the words ‘Romantically interested’ instead of ‘Likes.’ Once again, Harry was reminded of the importance of precise wording with the Ledger. Apparently, there were a lot more girls that ‘liked’ Harry Potter than he thought! Beatrice Haywood was the newest name on that list.
Similarly to that example of precise word choice, he ran into a few more flaws right away. First of all...
...Harry Potter’s morning blowjob is always enjoyable and performed with confidence...
For the girls who didn’t know what they were doing. The first experience was fantastic just for the novelty, but after three days of nervous, inexperienced witches and teeth scraping his dick, Harry had enough.
Furthermore...
...Harry Potter’s semen tastes good to all females...
...Because women suddenly scowling or gagging when he reached climax in their mouths kind of ruined the experience.
“Mm...” Hermione softly stirred against him. Her slender thigh pressed against his waist as she snuggled against him. Then her eyes slowly opened, “Morning Harry...”
Like the most natural thing in the world, Hermione leaned up to meet him. Their lips met in a gentle but eager morning wake-up kiss. Hermione softly moaned.
Not just a slight hum or noise of approval... but a moan.
...Gryffindor girls have sensitive lips and tongues...
Hermione reached up to cup his cheeks, softly moaning as she leaned deeper into the kiss. She eagerly rubbed her tongue against him, pushing her slender figure against his as their kiss grew in rising passion. When their lips finally broke apart, Hermione was gasping.
“Mm...” She smiled beautifully, touching her lips, “You’ve gotten so good at kissing Harry... wow...”
He chuckled, smacking his lips. The taste of Hermione lingered on his tongue, making him want more.
...Harry Potter’s saliva tastes good to females...
He’d written in the Ledger. Then, as a test, he wrote on the same line;
...And the reverse is also true....
That line worked like a charm. Which resulted in much longer, much wetter kisses with his dormmates as they hungrily devoured each other’s delicious taste.
And while he was at it...
...Hogwarts residents always have fresh breath and clean teeth...
A minor time-saver and a very welcome quality-of-life improvement.
Harry heard moaning from the side, so he and Hermione turned their heads. Hermione softly giggled.
“Mmph~! Mwueh~! Mwuah 💋~!”
With wet, loud smooches, Lavender had Parvati pulled tight against her, smacking their lips together in a heated tongue kiss. She grabbed Parvati’s waist, hugging her tightly to her chest as she sucked the Indian witch’s tongue like a sugar quill.
Harry felt excited, seeing Parvati’s petite chest smooshed against the pillowy mounds of Lavender’s busty boobs. The two girls were practically grinding on each other, moaning with delight as they drooled into each other’s mouths.
Before he knew it, Hermione sat in his lap, rubbing her tongue against his again. Harry gently held her, his hands on her lower back as she pressed herself against him.
She broke off the wet kiss with a flustered face, “T-that’s enough..!” She squirmed out of his grip, lightly giggling, “Any more and I’ll... a-ahem... I should start getting dressed...”
Hermione stretched her arms above her head and let out a soft yawn. He watched her thin pajama top ride up, exposing her belly. Then she looked around, “Mm? Did you already get your morning blowjob, Harry?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Yeah. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to wake you.” He explained, watching Lavender and Parvati lost in their own little world, twirling wet tongues.
Hermione looked at him with minor interest, “Hmm... who was it today then?”
“Beatrice Haywood. I don’t know her, but she’s a third-year ‘Puff.”
Hermione nodded as she climbed off the bed. She rolled her eyes and said, “Alright, you two! You can’t just suck each other’s faces all day.”
Parvati tore her wet lips away from Lavender with a pouting expression.
Lavender immediately let out a whining moan, “W-wait..! A bit more..! I’m so close~!”
Parvati blushed suddenly and scooted away from her quickly, nearly jumping off the bed.
Lavender groaned with frustration, squirming on the bed, “Ugh! Fine, I’ll finish in the shower...”
As their busty blonde roommate rolled out of bed, Harry watched her fingers fly down her button-up pajama top and suddenly jerk it down her shoulders. Lavender’s large, pale breasts were revealed to his excited gaze as she started wiggling her shorts down her bum.
A moment later, she kicked her scarlet knickers into the pile of her sleepwear and stood entirely in the buff before him. She didn’t pay any mind to his aroused gaze as he stared at the trimmed patch of blonde hair above her naked pussy. She yawned and stretched widely, puffing out her buxom chest.
Then she just turned around, flashing her pale white booty at him as she bent down into her trunk, grabbed a towel, and walked off to shower, “C’mon, Parvati! Get that fine butt naked so I can soap it up in the shower!”
Parvati, who was pulling her nightgown over her head, lightly laughed. Her sweet, tanned breasts and dark nipples caught his eye. She put a hand on her naked hip, “Sure.” And followed Lavender’s nude figure into the shower.
“Something wrong, Harry?”
He turned his head to Hermione, who was only wearing crimson knickers. Her own small but round boobs were proudly displayed on her naked chest. She looked at him with nothing but curiosity.
He smirked, “Just enjoying the view.”
She rolled her eyes. Giving him a little wink, she reached up and cupped her boobs, giving them a little shake, “I see.” Then she ignored him, pulling open a wardrobe to lay out the day's clothes.
...Harry’s roommates feel no shame about changing in front of him...
He wondered if he even needed this ‘Rule’ anymore, considering how often he saw the girls naked in the shower anyway. Either way, he didn’t mind the eye candy so early in the morning. He leapt out of bed and went to his trunk.
He joined the girls in their morning routines, getting only a little distracted by Hermione’s state of undress.
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Winter break was officially upon them. They completed their winter exams last Friday, and most of the castle was emptied out via the Hogwarts Express on Saturday.
He was thankful the girls had decided to stay in the castle with him. He knew he’d have missed them terribly if they all went home for Christmas.
Now, Harry would enjoy a wonderful winter break in the magical castle of Hogwarts. He was most excited about getting some real time off from classes to hang out with the girls. His new little group of close friends.
Soon, the four of them were getting dressed and ready for the day. Harry was treated to a lovely view of all three of his dormmates naked in front of him as they laid out winter clothes and picked their knickers for the day.
“What do you want to do today, Harry?” Lavender asked as she fetched a cute, warm sweater from her wardrobe and a scarlet Gryffindor bra.
“I’m not too sure.” Harry said as he admired her exposed breasts, “I may just hang around the dorm this morning.”
Since school was technically out of session, the girls weren’t restricted to their uniforms. Harry enjoyed the surprisingly stimulating sight of the girls in casual clothes after so long of pleated skirts and blazers.
Hermione was sliding some tight black leggings up over her round butt, wiggling her hips, “Remember, we’ve agreed to help Professor Garlick to shake the frost from her Everice Ferns! I’ve heard she uses powder made from their leaves for Icicle Sugar Sticks!”
“That sounds lovely,” Parvati said as she snuggled a scarf around her neck. She was already dressed in a warm winter coat, “I’ve also heard that the seventh years are enchanting ice forts on the Quidditch Pitch for some sort of Christmas Game.”
Lavender chipped in with excitement in nothing but scarlet undergarments, “It’s not just a game, Parvati, it’s a war! The Ravenclaws and Slytherin are enchanting Evil Snowmen, while Hufflepuff and Gryffindor build Gingerbread Golems. They’ll attack each other on Christmas Eve, I think.”
Hermione looked slightly concerned, “That sounds a bit more intense than a snowball fight!”
“Oh, it’s all good fun.” Lavender remarked as she spun around, pulling her sweater over her big boobs, “I think Professor Flitwick is even helping!”
Harry was once again filled with the wonder of the wizarding world, “We’ll have to check it out!” He said, and the girls all agreed.
Harry had never had such a wonderful winter break, and it had just begun! He was filled with giddy excitement, realizing that this Christmas would be absolutely fantastic.
Hermione had taken great offense to his lack of Christmas spirit, and when he explained his situation, the girls were all aghast. They force-fed him his first-ever cup of hot chocolate and dragged him out in the snow to be pelted with snowballs. It was wonderful.
Lavender and Parvati ran an ‘emergency trip’ down to Honeydukes in Hogsmeade. They came back with enough bundles to cover their large, four-person bed. He’d tried mints, candy canes, and more types of chocolate than he’d ever even thought existed. And that was before they even broke into the real enchanted wizard candy.
Secretly, Harry discovered that Parvati was hiding a surprise for him. He’d accidentally caught a line in the Ledger, ‘Parvati Patil knits Harry Potter a Christmas Sweater.’ When he returned to the dorm, she was flustered, desperately tucking something beneath the bed. He enjoyed teasing her about it for a while but let her go when she got a bit too flustered.
Harry had truly never been happier.
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The castle was filled with winter cheer. The air smelled of cinnamon and gingerbread and was pleasantly warm like a cozy fire was lit in every room.
Those who stayed behind enjoyed their break by playing winter games and sleighing around the Hogwarts snow-covered grounds.
Walking around the corridors without clutching a bookbag or thinking about the class schedule felt oddly exciting itself. All the students weren’t required to keep their uniforms, so he saw the pretty young women of Hogwarts dressed in soft sweaters and warm scarves.
To make things feel even stranger, the corridors were mostly barren. The most he’d find of other students were in the dorms or the Great Hall. Most of the students were gone for the holiday season, whilst others spent their days down in Hogsmeade.
However, since the castle felt a little empty, it also felt a little more intimate to Harry. Suddenly, the girls passing him in the halls weren’t just pretty faces he didn’t know. They were the few that stayed behind, and he was beginning to recognize them. To his delight, some were even greeting him by name.
Harry decided to have a little fun. For the first time, he turned his attention outside their cozy little Dorm Room for four, and considered the rest of the ‘Gryffindor Girls’.
...
Harry kissed the girls goodbye and peeked his head out the door of his Dorm.
Usually, their ‘Dorms’ were small rooms lined along a corridor that led to the staircase. Head down the stairs, and you’d be in the Gryffindor Common Room they shared with the boys. Head up the stairs, and you’ll arrive at whatever ‘floor’ of the year you were thinking of.
Because of this, Harry didn’t interact much with the girls above his year in Gryffindor. He didn’t share classes with them and probably had completely different schedules. He didn’t hang out in the Common Room, not when his Dorm had three bottomless witches to spend time with instead. So, he rarely had occasion to meet them.
The best he knew were Katie, Alicia, and Angelina, his Quidditch teammates, but he didn’t know them well. They’d mostly only talked in Quidditch practice. The latter two had gone home for Christmas anyway.
So, all in all, Harry didn’t know much of the Gryffindor House. With the castle’s population cut down to size, Harry decided to get familiar with the girls who were left behind.
At the same time, Harry continued his experiments with the Ledger. He’d done plenty of little things with the Book of All Accounts. He’d written minor Accounts to fuck with Malfoy, he’d written Rules to improve his life, some to have some sexy fun with the girls, and he’d even dabbled on a grander scale once. When he’d had thirty-plus women lined up in a corridor to confess their ‘romantic interest’ in him.
And then there was Professor Garlick. A woman who’d served the castle as a Professor a hundred years ago and died fifty years ago. Yet with the Ledger, here she was, walking the halls again. All it took was a scribbled command on a page.
Harry had little doubt of the ‘Hogwarts Ledger’s power by now. Rather than wondering about its limits, he shifted his perspective. He’d assume there simply were none until he would run into one.
With a new mindset, Harry began writing new ‘Accounts.’ Mainly in regard to the Gryffindor Girls’ Dorm. On the second day of winter break, Harry wrote this;
...The Gryffindor Girls’ Dorm has its own Common Room, for Female Gryffindor Students to hang out, study, or spend their free time...
A few short moments after the ink dried on the page, Harry was startled by a low, grinding sound as stone shifted against stone. The castle began to shift to his will.
...So you have written it...
He saw on the page before he blacked out. When he awoke on his bed in the dorm and checked the time, he realized he hadn’t been out for even five minutes.
That was a couple days ago. Now, when Harry peeked out the door of his shared dorm room, he saw a completely new sight. It wasn’t just a barren corridor with a row of rooms for the First Year girls, but a large, expansive common area.
He closed the door behind him and walked a few steps forward, putting his hands on a polished wooden banister as he looked down below.
He saw a large, cozy room strewn with red and gold. Three long crimson couches surrounded a large, roaring fireplace. He saw a few pretty girls lounging early in the morning, their legs extended with the couches to themselves.
To the side, there were many small sitting areas and study desks, with quite a few bookshelves lining the walls. A towering Christmas Tree was in the corner, and the whole room was decorated with wreaths and ornaments.
Most excitingly, a long row of stockings was hanging below the banister, one for each woman of the House... and one for himself too!
Harry caught a familiar face and walked down the steps to join a few of the girls by the fire.
“Hey, Harry!” A slightly older woman grinned at him as he came down.
He sat in a plush armchair beside the couch, “Hey, Katie. What are you girls up to?”
Katie Bell was the girl in Gryffindor he was most familiar with outside his dormmates. She was a cute, brown-haired witch a year older than him. Since she was the Gryffindor’s Quidditch rookie before he was, she had been a great support in helping him pick up the sport.
Katie showed him an open box labeled Honeydukes, “Just having a bit of coffee and caramel taffy. Want some?” She offered it to him.
He had to push it away, “Thanks, but I’ll abstain. My dormmates are feeding me a lifetime of sweets. If I have any more, I’ll be sick.”
She lightly laughed, “You can never have too many sweets.” She said, popping one onto her tongue and giving him a funny look.
Fay Dunbar was sitting on her other side, while a few older girls he vaguely knew as ‘Allison’ and ‘Natalie’ were sitting on the floor around the table. The conversation was focused on girl stuff with some kind of winter-themed witch fashion catalogue on the table.
But Harry didn’t mind, and Katie even pulled him into the conversation, getting his ‘man’s opinion’ on sweaters and overcoats. Katie was a lot more charming than he expected. Maybe she was just being extra friendly since they were teammates now, but she seemed determined to include him.
...but that wasn’t the only reason he was down here.
Harry got a bit distracted. Harry’s eyes kept falling down to the two older students sitting on the floor. They were the perfect examples of what he really wanted out of this ‘common area.’
Allison was sitting on the floor in front of the low coffee table just in front of him. She was leaning toward the couch, perusing the catalogue with the other girls. With her legs tucked in and her body leaning to the right, Harry got a good look at her bum.
After all...
…Female Students may not wear skirts inside their dorms…
Technically, this was the Gryffindor Girls’ Dorm Common Room. Therefore, Allison’s eye-catching bottom was only covered by some scarlet knickers.
Similarly, Harry saw a few more groups of young women gathered around the room. He saw lovely bare legs and exposed thighs as girls crossed their legs in sitting chairs. He saw some heavenly bums of the wider-hipped older years come bouncing down the staircase.
Of course, the lax uniform policy during Winter Break did damper his fun a bit. The ‘No skirts’ Rule was effective whilst classes were in session. But not for the girls heading out of the castle in the snowy season. Many came down in thick, warm pants. Even Katie had her slender legs wrapped in leggings.
But truthfully, Harry didn’t care to correct the Rule. As much as he loved seeing the round butts of the pretty Gryffindor Girls, he’d gotten quite familiar with the sight of bottomless witches. Seeing some leggings or sweatpants now and then was oddly charming and made it all the more exciting when he spied a bottomless girl.
And... there were other things to keep his attention.
A somewhat loud moan suddenly took their little group’s attention. Harry and the girls looked over to see a pair of seventh-years suddenly start making out on the couch, opposing them.
Harry eagerly watched an older pair of blondes smacking lips and twirling tongues in a hot tongue kiss. Their moaning voices grew in volume as their ‘sensitive lips and tongues’ got them worked all worked up.
Due to the ‘Common room’ counting as part of the ‘Girls’ Dorm,’ his old rules for ladies kissing each other applied to them too.
To his delight, the blonde on the top started really getting into it. Without even realising, she’d somehow pulled up her partner’s sweater enough to flash Harry with a glimpse of the crimson bra she had beneath.
Another wonderful treat. Brought on by his ‘flashing’ Rule. What had meant to be a little fun around the castle between classes turned into an endless tease in the privacy of the dorm. Harry had specified, ‘when he was the only male nearby’ so the girls didn’t flash half the male student body. But that rule truly came to life here since he was the only man who could enter the girl’s dorm.
But it wasn’t just old Rules that Harry was having fun with.
“Mmngh...”
He heard a womanly moan below and saw Fay Dunbar, a cute, petite blonde in his year, lay down on her back beside their table. Her eyes were locked on the pair of heatedly Frenching seventh years. Her hand delved down her belly, sliding beneath the band of her warm pajama pants.
Katie Bell caught this and snickered, “Feelin’ a little frisky, Fay?”
“Mhm.” Fay replied back casually, although her face was slightly flushed, “Can’t help myself. Those moans just got me a little excited...”
Harry and Katie both watched Fay slide her fingers down into her knickers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Right here in the dorm’s new common area, Fay let out aroused moans as she started to finger herself.
...Gryffindor Girls openly masturbate in their Dorm...
Harry still enjoyed nightly masturbation sessions with his dormmates. He’d thought it was exciting enough to want more, and the results didn’t disappoint. His eyes were torn between watching the petite blonde squirm on the rug beside him and the two hot seventh-years trying to make each other climax with nothing but tongue-kissing.
And it didn’t stop there. Harry had to have some fun, too and was inspired by the Christmas Spirit of the castle.
“Oh!” Katie suddenly jerked her head toward Harry.
The two of them saw little silver sparkles raining down in a small shower between them. As they looked up, they saw a Mistletoe floating above their heads.
Katie suddenly flashed him a grin, “Heh. I guess we’re picked this time, huh?”
Harry smiled back, “I guess so.”
Another rule specific to their dorm;
...Occasionally, a floating mistletoe will appear above two students in the Common Area. The students beneath the mistletoe must kiss for seven minutes...
Harry didn’t move, letting Katie jump up off the couch and come to him. Knowing they’d be busy for a while, she just crawled right into his lap, straddling him. She grinned and cupped his cheeks, “Alright, miracle Seeker. Give me those lips.”
Harry softly chuckled and leaned up to kiss her lips gently. His hands softly rested on her slender hips, feeling the soft material of her leggings as she sat on his lap.
Some of the other ladies gathered around or watched from afar giggling and cheering. To them, it was less about a cute couple kissing and more about the fun of the ‘Christmas game’ involving the Mistletoe.
Katie broke into playful moans as he teased her sensitive lips. As he got his first taste of her sweet saliva, Katie suddenly gasped and broke the kiss for just a second, “S-sorry. Do you mind if I...?” She glanced down, and he saw one of her hands teasing the band of her leggings.
He grinned, “Go ahead.”
She gave him a slight sigh of relief and said, “Thanks, Harry.” As she eagerly pressed her lips against him again, she slipped her hand down her leggings and panties and started fingering herself at the same time. He kept teasing her tongue until she was squealing and cumming with two fingers buried inside herself, right there on his lap.
When seven minutes were up, Katie gave him one last peck and smiled charmingly, “That was fun. Glad I got paired with you, Harry. You’re a great kisser!”
“Thanks, Katie. You too.” He replied with a loose chuckle, still holding her hips.
As Katie leaned back, she suddenly jolted. She darted her hand down to his lap, grabbing his bulge, “Oh! I didn’t even notice..! Sorry, Harry... do you want me to..?”
“If you could use your hand, that’d be great.” Harry replied casually.
Katie grinned, “Sure! Scoot over a bit.”
And just like that, he had his cute Quidditch Teammate squeezed into his armchair, sitting on his knee as she leaned into his shoulder. She kept her attention on the other girls, chatting about Christmas clothes and scarves while she jerked his erect cock with her hand.
Harry eyed all the scarlet and gold knickers decorating the hips of the bottomless girls and the few matching bras he was flashed with during all the fun. It really made him feel some Gryffindor House spirit!
...
After enjoying a lovely morning with Katie and her friends, Harry rejoined the girls for lunch in the Great Hall, and Everice defrosting with Professor Garlick.
His little mistletoe game in the dorm wasn’t the only Christmas-spirited fun he was having.
He found a strange balance of extremely wholesome snowball fights and sleigh rides and the erotic moments spent with bottomless Gryffindors in the dorm.
He had a little found around the castle grounds, too. Since they’d gone through the trouble of growing some real mistletoe in the greenhouses in the last week of Herbology, Harry doubled down. ‘Romantically interested’ girls would pop up out of nowhere, catching him by surprise every time he walked under one.
He was already making plans for the coming days of the break and, of course, for Christmas Day itself.
Funnily enough, the girls already had his schedule for the weeks of the break practically colour coded already. Apparently, Hermione was fretting about Harry getting left alone in the castle, wondering who would be his shower partner, cuddle with him at night, or masturbate with him before bed.
Obviously, Harry could do none of those things alone!
So she, along with Lavender and Parvati, set up alternating dates for their own visits home for family. That way, he’d always have at least one partner in the dorm. It was rather sweet, if you ignored the sexual purpose of the gesture.
Harry spent the rest of the day flaking thick frost from Everice Ferns and following Garlick’s instruction. Hermione was eager to learn about seasonal magic flora, while Harry was eager to learn more about Professor Garlick. That strange charm she had over him still hadn’t faded and he caught himself imagining how he could get her under a mistletoe himself.
As the evening came and they enjoyed a rather warm, welcome dinner, Harry was caught by surprise.
He felt a flash of surprise, which quickly built into excitement as someone pulled him aside after dinner.
Professor Minerva McGonagall called him to Gryffindor’s tower.
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“What’s this about, Professor?” Harry asked with a polite tone. He looked curiously around.
Their Transfiguration Professor and Head of House, Minerva McGonagall, brought him up a spiraling staircase to a room he’d not seen before—her personal quarters.
She brought him inside and sat him down in front of a fireplace. She poured herself a glass of something and passed him a sealed bottle of butterbeer.
Minerva smoothed her dark green robes as she sat in the armchair across from him, “I would like to talk about your exam grades.”
“My grades?” Harry asked with surprise, expecting something else, “...Is there a problem, Professor? I believe my results said I scored Outstandingly, as well as my dormmates.”
“Yes...” Minerva’s yellow cat eyes focused on him as she sipped her drink. Her soft red lips pursed, “You did score an Outstanding... barely.”
Harry’s eyebrows rose.
“The truth is you were very close to falling behind your study partners. Do you remember what we discussed when I held you back in class last time?”
Harry remembered. His face struggled not to shift into a grin. He happily responded, “Of course, Professor! I took your words very seriously. I’ve been making the girls jerk my dick every time I pop a stiffy, and I have to say, the morning blowjobs really do wonders!”
Being able to say that all that dirty talk to the strict, no-nonsense Professor still hadn’t lost its charm.
Minerva merely nodded acceptably, “Good. The reason I called you here relates to that discussion... particularly with the way you’ve been looking at me.”
Harry felt a little nervous. He’d gotten off last time because of how she ‘justified’ his peeks at her tits and up her skirt, but he still felt at risk of getting scolded. After all, he’d been ogling his own Professor’s tits. And while he’d written it that she’d flash him glimpses, he’d not written anything to stop her from being offended by his gaze.
Minerva crossed her legs, placing her hands on her knee as she spoke to him plainly, “I believe your fascination with the female form is leading to this dip I’ve seen in your recent grades. You’re falling behind the girls, Mister Potter, and at this rate, you’ll drop an entire letter grade.”
“I-I’m sorry, Professor.” Harry genuinely apologized, “I realized I’d been a little distracted in my studies but felt confident enough to pass our exams.”
“I understand.” Minerva nodded, “However, we’ve worked hard over this last month to raise you into one of my brightest students. I would hate to see that hard work start to fall apart because of some sexual curiosity.”
“S-sexual curiosity, Professor?” Harry said in a slightly absurd tone.
“Indeed.” Minerva continued, “I’ve caught you glancing at my bust or legs many times in class, Mister Potter. Often, I have to repeat questions to you in such a state. Similarly, I’ve heard from the girls that you frequently disrupt their study sessions with your arousal.”
Harry’s cheeks grew a little warm, “Wasn’t that the point, Professor? To alert the girls of my erections so that they could tend to it?”
“Yes, but it’s clearly ineffective, wouldn’t you say?” She looked at him with her sharp gaze, “Your final exam was noticeably below the other three, who were quite evenly matched with near-perfect scores! Clearly, their study sessions were quite fruitful... yet you did not reap the same success.”
Harry started feeling a little ashamed, “I’m sorry, Professor. I’ll try to do better. I don’t mean to disappoint you.”
Minerva’s red lips curled slightly upward, “Relax, dear. You haven’t disappointed me. We just need to adapt our strategy. Your fascination with the female form is a bane to your studies. And, considering your regular showers with your dormmates, this intense curiosity must lay deeper than just the naked body.”
“...” Harry looked at her silently, wondering where she was going with this.
Minerva smiled briefly, leaning in slightly with a hushed tone, “It’s not just breasts or buttocks that tempt you, Mister Potter, is it..? What has you so distracted is something even more intense... Sex.”
Harry’s eyes widened as he spoke abashedly, “U-uh, yeah... I can’t deny that, Professor.”
“Mhm. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Perfectly natural for a healthy young man.” Minerva continued smoothly, “We simply have to figure out how to help you through this.”
Then Minerva’s look slightly softened as she presented her solution, “I believe in this case... that a little bit of... satisfaction may yield the results we’re looking for.”
Harry’s heart leapt in his chest.
“P-Professor..?” Harry gasped, “Are you suggesting..?”
“Indeed,” Minerva said calmly and rose to her feet, urging him to do the same. She looked directly into his eyes, “I believe by introducing you to the female form, we can curb some of these wild desires you are experiencing. By experiencing the wonderful pleasure a woman’s body can give you, you’ll be less distracted by trifling little things like a glimpse up skirts or a little exposed cleavage during class.” She explained in a gentle lecturing voice.
With the same look on her face she wore standing at the podium in class, Minerva said, “It will dissolve the ‘mystique’ that a woman’s body allures you with. Therefore increasing your focus and attention in class.”
Harry swallowed, his body hot with desire. He looked at her nervously and spoke with a gasp, “And... who would I experience this with?”
Minerva smiled at him, putting a familiar hand on his shoulder, “There’s no need to feel nervous, Mister Potter. I would trust no one other than myself with this role.”
As Harry’s breath caught in his throat, Minerva’s fingers fell down to her robe. He watched with a transfixed expression as she tugged open the sash of her emerald robe and pulled it open.
Beneath he saw a tight dark-green and black ensemble reminiscent of the outfits she wore in class. A tight bodice that flaunted her expansive, milky-white cleavage, and a tight-fitted pencil skirt. She let the robe fall down her shoulders and she tossed it onto an armchair.
She then took his hand, speaking softly, “I believe this instruction will be best suited to the bedroom... Mister Potter...”
Harry had never been so aroused by a Professor’s voice. He held Minerva’s soft hand and followed the older woman into the bedroom.
...
He sat down on Minerva’s bed while she undressed in front of him.
He watched her nimble fingers pull the drawstrings of her bodice, causing it to fall away. Beneath, her large, shapely breasts were hugged in a simple black bra. Minerva unclasped the buttons of her skirt and dropped it to the floor next.
Harry stared excitedly at the long set of dark pantyhose he saw climbing up her long legs. Between a plush, womanly pair of thighs, he saw a dark pair of black panties beneath the pantyhose, covering her modesty. Next, she slipped out of her heels and set her glasses aside.
She turned toward him, placing a hand on her hip, “Considering your routine of showering and masturbating with the young ladies of your dorm, I imagine this much is familiar to you at this point.”
“N-no...” Harry spoke, swallowing the spit in his mouth. At Minerva’s upturned brow, he continued, “I mean... Lavender is curvy, and Parvati has wide hips... but, well, you’re a fully developed woman. Their bodies aren’t like yours.”
“I suppose so. Well, get familiar with it, Mister Potter.” She said, simply in response, encouraging him to look.
Next, she reached for the band of her pantyhose, and Harry eagerly asked, “Can you turn around?”
The Professor looked at him with a pointed gaze that nearly made him swallow his tongue. Then she grew the slightest smirk on her lips and turned around for him.
Harry’s mouth felt dry as the big, round ass of Minerva stood right in front of him. The sexy older woman shook her hips lightly as she worked the pantyhose down her wide hips. He watched the band slide down the curve of an ampler, more expansive booty than even Parvati had.
As her pantyhose slid down her legs, Minerva gently bent forward, working them down. The two large globes of her ass were thrust out behind her for his viewing pleasure. A modest pair of black panties covered her backside, but he still saw the teasing sight of her thick asscheeks hanging out the bottom. Before he even realised it, she reached one leg up to pull them off her feet.
Then her hands reached behind her and deftly unclasped her bra. He saw the straps fall off her shoulders as she tossed it onto the floor with the rest of her clothes.
Even from behind, Harry caught a glimpse of the soft, round slopes of her large breasts. Minerva glanced at him over her shoulder, those yellow cat-eyes looked almost playful. Or was it his imagination?
Then came her knickers. With her large butt still in front of his face, Minerva grabbed the band of her knickers and wiggled them down her hips. Harry grew speechless as he saw those shockingly round cheeks in all their naked glory. By the time they hit the floor, Harry was painfully stiff in his trousers.
Minerva then turned around.
Harry sucked in a breath, looking at her. He couldn’t believe this was the same strict Professor that welcomed him into the Entrance Hall on September 1st. She was youthful and gorgeous thanks to the book shaving off thirty years of her life. She was an unbelievable sex fantasy of a female Professor at the age of 36.
Her raven black hair was still tied up in her usual strict bun as she looked down at him with those striking yellow cat eyes. Her large breasts sat on her chest, naked to his lustful gaze. Their impressive size hung slightly in two soft bell shapes, capped with enticing pink nipples.
Her curvaceous hips were no less enticing, as her nude sex was exposed to him. Between a set of succulent white thighs sat a soft naked slit. There was a meticulously trimmed black triangle of hair above her lower lips.
She walked closer to him, making him nearly cower away. He was utterly at a loss for what to do here, with his bombshell Professor naked in front of him.
Minerva softly chuckled at him, reaching down to cup a finger under his chin, “Don’t shy away, Mister Potter. This is an important experience for you. I want you to familiarize yourself with my body. That means looking... and touching.” Her voice turned gentler, almost purring.
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He brought his hands to her hips. With him sitting on the bed, her naked sex sat right in front of his gaze. But first, he slid his hands behind, audibly groaning as his fingers sank into the firm fat of Minerva’s booty.
He squeezed the plump pair of cheeks with his hands, stiff with arousal. He couldn’t believe he was really groping his Professor's ASS! Sitting on her bed in her private quarters, where she was about to have sex with him! His head spiraled with lust, and he had a feeling he was going off the deep end.
If he really let this continue... would he be able to go back to handjobs with the girls of his dorm? Probably not... but why would he even want to..?
“Mmm, that’s it.” Minerva softly hummed with satisfaction, “Don’t be afraid to give my rump a good squeeze, Mister Potter.”
Harry swallowed the spit in his mouth, “Professor...” He said testingly, “Your ass is amazing...”
He glanced up at her, watching her expression as she peered down at him with cat eyes. Even knowing they were about to have sex, Harry still felt paranoid that somehow complimenting her body with dirty language would get him in trouble, like the first time he’d showered with the girls and complimented their bodies back then.
...but instead...
“Thank you, Mister Potter,” Minerva replied with a polite chuckle, “I had a feeling you fancied it, given how often I caught you watching me bend over my desk in class.”
Harry felt a little embarrassed for being caught, but it was dwarfed by the sheer erotic excitement driving through him. He quickly opened his mouth again, “I can’t help it. This big round booty is just too tempting! Those tight skirts you wear always tease me with how they hug your hips!”
He emphasized his words by grabbing her two thick ass cheeks firmly and shaking them with his hands, making her booty wobble.
Minerva chuckled with minor amusement, “I see... Hopefully, tonight will relieve such frustrations and get you back to my class with a clear mind!”
Harry grinned, “I’m willing to try, Professor!” He said, pawing the thick cheeks of her ass.
“Mn. Good.” She nodded acceptingly and softly ran her fingers through his hair, “Now... Shall we move things along? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover tonight.”
Harry felt naughty as he responded promptly, “Yes, Professor.”
Minerva pulled his gaze up to her eyes and spoke, “Obviously, the goal of this evening is to satisfy your fantasies about intercourse, but as your hands on my backside have already displayed, there’s more to your desire than just the act of sex.”
Harry’s ears perked up, liking where this was going.
“So I believe it’s important we cover all our bases. Foreplay and oral sex included, before moving onward to the main event.” Minerva said in the same tone she would use to lay out a Transfiguration lesson.
“Absolutely, Professor.” Harry eagerly agreed.
“Good. Then I want you to lean back, Mister Potter.” Minerva said, gently pushing him down on his back.
Harry’s heart hammered with excitement as the sexy bombshell climbed on top of him. Her large, milky breasts hung slightly on her chest, tempting him with a sensual view. He felt her hand on his cheek as she leaned down. His eyes were suddenly glued on her light red lips.
“Of course...” Her voice sounded like a sexual purr to Harry at the moment, “We shan’t forget kissing. I’ve heard from the girls that you’ve gotten quite experienced, Mister Potter. I suppose I’ll see for myself.” Minerva’s voice softened as her lips drew near.
Harry reached up to meet her halfway, sealing his lips hungrily against the plush red lips of his Professor. Minerva let out a surprised noise as he swallowed her up in a hot, heavy kiss, unable to contain his excitement anymore. His fingers reached up to grab her amazing tits, squeezing and groping their soft round shape in his hands.
Her breasts felt so enjoyable squeezed in his hands, as did her lips pressed against his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, burning with desire for the sensual woman on his chest.
‘I can’t believe I’m FRENCHING Professor McGonagall!’ Harry thought in his lust.
“Mmngh~!”
To his wide-eyed shock, Professor Minerva let out a hot, womanly moan. She moaned just as his dormmates tended to when they enjoyed such intimate kisses, and he absently wondered, ‘How did I phrase that rule again?’
There was no way he could’ve possibly remembered such a detail in the heat of the moment... but one of his earlier rules specified that Gryffindor Girls had sensitive lips and tongues. Their Head of House was technically a Gryffindor Girl, too.
Harry softly squeezed her plush chest, leaning up to make his Professor gasp and moan in delight as he hungrily devoured her lips and teased her tongue.
When their wet lips broke apart for gasps of air, he saw a beautiful flush on Minerva’s cheeks.
“Haah... O-oh my...” Minerva blinked, looking down at him, “My word..! Y-you are much better at that than I expected, Mister Potter..!”
Harry grinned playfully, “So I Exceeded your Expectations, Professor?”
She chuckled slightly, “Mmm... I would certainly say it was Outstanding. Mn, I must say...” Minerva sucked in a shaky breath, fanning her red face, “If I had known kissing could feel so delightful...”
Harry looked at her with an intrigued expression, “Professor?”
“Nothing, dear.” She smiled at him, “Just thinking of my own years in the castle...”
Her words made him even more curious than before, but he wouldn’t get an answer yet.
She spoke again, “Regardless, it seems you’ve no lack of experience for kissing... so perhaps we should move to the next step.”
Minerva lightly pulled his groping hands away from her plush bosom and slunk down slightly on the bed. Harry’s excitement grew as she crawled down between his legs. Her slender hand groped his trousers, finding his hot stiffness waiting for her touch.
She softly smiled, “I had little doubt, but I’m glad to see you are aroused.”
He watched as his naked Professor started opening his trousers and pulling them down his legs. Then his erect cock sprung out eagerly, anticipating her touch. She wasted little time taking it into her soft hand and stroking it. She glanced up at him one more time with her yellow eyes before she brought her lips to his cock.
Harry groaned as the strictest Professor in the castle gave his cock a gentle kiss with her soft lips. She lightly kissed his shaft before bringing her lips to the head of his cock.
She gently wrapped her lips around the head, lowering her mouth. He felt her hot tongue start to tease his tip. With a slow, gentle pace, she began fellating him, bobbing her head lower and lower to pleasure his twitching erection.
Harry was filled with excitement, moaning from the pleasure as Minerva started worshipping his cock just as eagerly and skillfully as the women chosen for ‘morning duties’.
Her lips and tongue felt amazing on his cock as she slowly bobbed her head. He could see her yellow eye glancing up at him, observing his expression while she worked. Minerva’s tongue playfully lapped at the underside of his shaft before she took him deep into her mouth again.
Just the knowledge that it was his Head of House, the Deputy Headmistress, lying nude on his legs while she blew him made Harry’s climax come far too quickly. He bit the inside of his cheek, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible.
And far too soon for his liking, Harry exploded in her mouth. Minerva made a soft noise as she let his cum spurt into her mouth. She swallowed down his seed with a look of surprise on her face. Harry groaned as he shot his seed into her hot mouth until he was spent.
Minerva drew her lips off his shaft, taking a moment to swallow his spunk before she spoke, “Mn. Your taste is surprisingly delightful, Mister Potter.”
Harry chuckled, still tingling with pleasure, “Thanks. I have to say you give fantastic head, Professor.”
“Truly?” Minerva lightly smiled, wiping her lips, “I’m glad to hear that. I admit that this was my first time performing fellatio, so I was slightly concerned my own lack of experience would diminish the experience... But it seems you enjoyed it quite enough.” She commented, squeezing his still-hard, twitching prick.
“Yeah...” Harry softly groaned. He was reminded that, yes, this woman was actually a virgin. The Ledger had told him so. It hardly mattered to him. She was so sexy, and the idea of lying with his Professor was so exciting.
“Shall we continue?” Minerva smiled at him.
“Yes, Professor.” Harry pulled off his robes.
...
Minerva’s full-figured, buxom body was laid out in front of him. She reclined upon her bed, resting her back on large pillows. Her bare tits hung enticingly on her chest while his gaze trailed down to her luscious, open thighs.
Minerva spread her legs for him, baring her naked sex to his gaze. She beckoned him over.
Harry leaned down between her legs, getting a close-up view of her naked pussy. The tender pink folds and the neatly trimmed triangle of hair above her lower lips. Harry reached down with his fingers and gave her heat a gentle touch.
“Mm... that’s it, Harry.” Minerva softly moaned, watching him explore her sex, “Don’t be afraid to touch me now. I remind you that the point of this is to familiarize yourself with a woman’s sex.”
Harry tenderly rubbed his fingers against the slightly wet folds of Minerva’s hot pussy, listening to the woman let out low, pleasant hums. He gently probed a finger into her remarkably tight, clenching tunnel. He felt her walls squeeze his finger.
He leaned his face down lower and brought his lips to Minerva’s sex. He enjoyed the way the Professor moaned as his tongue tentatively slid across her folds and his finger explored her clenching walls.
“Mmm, that’s it, Mister Potter...” Minerva said in a breathy gasp, reaching down to stroke his hair and guide him with her hand, “You’re a quick study... Keep going...”
Harry still found it hard to believe he was here between Minerva’s spread legs but enjoyed teasing her with his fingers and tongue. He played with her sex for a while, listening to her hums of pleasure.
Then, finally, when she was satisfied, Minerva urged him to stop.
“It’s time for the final step, Mister Potter.” She said in a neutral tone and beckoned him to climb up between her legs, “I believe it best if you take the lead. To satisfy whatever desires you have built up.”
Harry kneeled between her plush thighs, bringing his erect member to her moist petals.
“One moment, please.” Minerva stopped him again.
Harry looked up in confusion, his cock eager to take the final step.
Minerva gave him a surprisingly sex look and reached behind her head. She pulled her wand from the tight black bun in her hair, shaking it loose to let her raven locks fall down her shoulders in gentle waves.
‘Damn...’ As Minerva dragged her fingers through her black hair, Harry could only think, ‘She’s so sexy..!’
She smiled at him with her red lips and waved her wand between her fingers, “I would be remiss as your Headmistress if I encouraged intercourse without proper protection. A brief lesson, Mister Potter,” She smiled slyly at him, “On the contraception charm!”
Harry looked somewhat frustrated as Minerva guided him through the wand movements and incantation of a special charm.
“Mn.” She gasped, holding her belly, “That’s it. You’ve got it. As useful as this charm is, I recommend a stronger alternative. Potions can last upwards of several months, whereas this charm will only be effective for a single day. It can be easy to forget in the passion of the moment, so take care not to let it slip your mind.”
“Yes, Professor...” Harry replied, actually grateful for the advice. He hadn’t even thought about ‘Protection’ at all! He breathed a sigh of relief, making a mental note for a future ‘Account.’
Minerva and Harry cast their wands aside as he again took his place between her legs. Despite the brief distraction, Harry’s prick hadn’t gone down at all, too enthralled by the opportunity to experience sex. He brought the head of his member to Minerva’s slick folds, sliding it down until it probed her tight, unexplored entrance.
“That’s it..!” Minerva’s breath hitched as she held her own legs open. She softly gasped as he pushed into her.
...And just like that, Harry felt Minerva’s tight warmth envelop his shaft. He slid his cock into her sex, losing his virginity to the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Head of House for Gryffindor, Minerva McGonagall.
“Mm...” She softly hummed, looking up at him with her sexy yellow cat eyes and red lips. She smiled softly, “Congratulations, Mister Potter. You’re officially a man now...”
Harry couldn’t help but gasp, feeling her incredibly tight walls clamp down on his member, “P-professor..! You feel amazing..!”
Minerva smiled, shifting her hips with him still inside of her, “I’m glad my body is to your satisfaction. Now... let’s enjoy ourselves, shall we?”
Harry looked down, taking in the sight of Minerva’s sexy lower lips split around his cock as he sank into her welcoming depths. The sight of Minerva lying back, legs spread, and his dick inside of her was one he’d never forget.
Harry slowly started to rock his hips, sliding his erect shaft through her hot tunnel. He leaned over her slightly, bracing himself on the bed as he began to work his hips. His twitching cock plunged through her wet walls with a tremendous feeling of pleasure.
Harry softly bit his lip, groaning, ‘Fuck..! This feels incredible..!’ The intense feeling of pleasure brought on by Minerva’s hot tunnel clenched around his prick was magnified by the perverse excitement of knowing it was his Professor’s pussy he was sliding into.
“Mm, that’s it, Mister Potter...” Minerva softly gasped, “That feels quite nice...”
He looked down at the sensual, raven-haired beauty. Her pale skin now had a flush to it he’d not seen before, driving his arousal even higher. He wanted to hear her gasp and moan beneath him and tried to use his tool to bring her greater pleasure.
As he grabbed her hips and rocked his own against her, plunging his cock into her wet sex with deeper, firmer strokes, he watched her. Minerva’s large pale breasts slowly began to bounce with a hypnotic dance on her chest, drawing him in. He couldn’t resist and leaned further into her, grabbing one of the soft, cushiony globes with his hands.
Minerva softly gasped, feeling his hand eagerly squeezing her chest, “Oh yes...” She reached up and grabbed her other breast, pushing it up as she met his gaze.
“Professor..!” Harry gasped and pushed his head forward.
“Mmph!” Minerva softly moaned as suddenly her lips were sealed by his. Her eyes fluttered closed as she accepted her student’s kiss, rationalizing it as an essential part of intercourse. Her moans grew hot and heavy as his tongue toyed with hers, stimulating her from both ends.
With his throbbing cock plunging through her juicy tunnel and his lips teasing her newly sensitive lips and tongue, Minerva found herself moaning far more passionately than she had imagined.
Harry couldn’t get enough of her. He bucked his hips against her relentlessly, savoring the wonderous pleasure of a woman’s sex clamped around his hard, eager cock. He pushed himself to his next climax selfishly, wondering just how wonderful it would feel to blow his load in this tight cunt.
Harry felt her plush thighs squeeze his side as she started to tremble beneath him. She reached up with her arms to wrap around his neck as she leaned firmly into the kiss. Her tight walls squeezed ever-pleasantly around his excited manhood.
He hungrily enjoyed her body while he could, tasting her in a passionate kiss as he rolled his hips into her pleasurable sex.
He gasped again, “Professor..!“ In his rising lust and excitement, he let loose a string of dirtier words, “Your tight cunt feels so fantastic..!”
“Language, Mister Potter..!” She gasped in response, her voice much hotter and her lips still wet from their kiss. She looked up into his eyes, her cheeks flushed with arousal, ”T-though I suppose I can excuse it. G-given the c-circumstances ah-!”
Hearing the Professor struggle to keep her voice steady only spurned Harry further. He wanted to listen to her moan, to make her feel the same incredible pleasure he was feeling, and attacked the easiest target. Her sensitive lips and tongue. Harry once again sealed their lips together, toying with her tongue as he pushed his prick into her hot core.
Finally it was all too much, Harry gasped out, “Professor..! I’m going to..!” One last time, bucking his hips into her clenching walls.
The Professor’s voice replied smoothly, “Mhm... Let it out, Harry...”
Harry groaned, pressing his hips into her as his twitching prick unleashed its hot load. He felt bliss, shooting the thickest, strongest ejaculation he’d ever experienced into Minerva’s tight womanhood. The feeling of pumping his Professor’s amazing cunt full of his spunk made this climax the best he’d ever felt.
Minerva hummed with satisfaction as he laid over her. She stroked his head and murmured gently in his ear, “That’s it, Mister Potter. A splendid ejaculation.”
He nearly collapsed against her, wrapping his arms around her as best he could. He felt her plush breasts push against his chest as he huffed into her ear. He enjoyed the heat of her body beneath him as he tingled with pleasure.
“Mmm...” Minerva softly hummed again, “Stay like this for a moment, Mister Potter. Let us enjoy the afterglow together.”
Harry had no complaints and hugged her warmth until he’d caught his breath. When he looked at her next, she had a fond smile on her face. As he still hovered on top of her, she gave him the same proud look in her eyes she did when he answered a question correctly or completed a new transfiguration.
“I’m very proud of you, Mister Potter.” She said with a kind teacher’s fondness, smiling at him, “You performed wonderfully.”
Harry silently stared at her, wondering if that was supposed to mean he made her feel good or not. He simply said, “Thank you, Professor.”
She then cleared her throat, “Ahem. Would you mind pulling out now?”
Harry nodded and climbed off of her, “Y-yes, Professor..!”
With a bit of reluctance, he pulled his prick from her comforting walls and sat back on the bed. He glanced down at her beautiful folds. The delicate pinkness was now slightly red from their sex. He watched a slow trickle of his seed leak from within her.
“I hope...” Minerva huffed slightly, with a lovely red hue on her cheeks, “That this has been a most eye-opening experience for you, Mister Potter... Now that you’ve experienced intercourse for yourself, I’m sure fleeting glimpses of bare thighs or exposed cleavage will hardly distract you from your studies.”
Harry let out a loose chuckle, wondering how the hell this was supposed to decrease his interest in sex. It felt amazing..! He knew that every time he saw Minerva’s short skirt and sexy stockings or the cut of cleavage in her usual dress, he would remember this moment.
He was going to picture his smoking hot sex dream of a Professor with her hair disheveled and her skin flushed. He would imagine her obscenely sexy body laid out naked, welcoming into her tight, clenching walls.
“Maybe, Professor.” He replied a bit unconvincingly.
Minerva closed her legs and pulled herself into a sitting position on her bed. She grabbed her wand and vanished from the mess they’d made of the sheets.
“I believe it will, Mister Potter.” She said in a somewhat sterner tone and glanced at his nakedness, “You see? I believe it’s proved effective already.”
Somewhat embarrassingly, Harry looked down to see his prick falling soft. But that was probably to be expected. As sexy as Minerva was and as excited as he was for his first experience with real sex, he’d already orgasmed multiple times before Minerva had called him to her chambers.
“Now, is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”
Harry looked at her, tilting his head, “I’m sorry?”
She pursed her lips. She waved her wand, and a simple black robe covered her voluptuous figure, hiding her succulent breasts from his gaze. She pulled the robe closed and brushed her raven hair out of her face.
“I believe our business is concluded for the evening, so unless you have any questions about the experience, you’re welcome to return to your dorm for the evening.”
Harry felt a little slighted and remembered himself. She was urging him to go, to kick him out, despite the experience they’d just shared together.
...but that was to be expected. It wasn’t like he was making love to her or anything. This act was the same to her as an after-class question or private lesson.
Harry looked down at his right arm. On his wrist was a black symbol, like a tattoo on his skin. It was the Hogwarts crest. He snapped his fingers, and it started to glow.
With a quiet pop and the unfurling of pages, the Hogwarts Ledger appeared, floating in front of him.
He glanced at Minerva and noticed how her eyes seemed to fade out, failing to pay attention to him for the moment.
He turned his focus to the Ledger and turned the page. His most recent ‘Accounts’ were listed in front of his eyes.
...the last one read;
...Minerva McGonagall decides to take Harry Potter’s virginity...
The reason behind Minerva’s ‘surprise’ decision to ‘satisfy’ his ‘sexual curiosity’. The only thing truly surprising about this meeting was when the Headmistress had chosen to pull him aside. And that she’d even taken him into her personal bed for the act.
Harry had finally taken the last step and used the Ledger for sex. After a while of combing over his options for his ‘ideal’ partner, Harry settled on Minerva. She was a sex icon to him. His ideal sensual, teasing Professor who flashed him in class, constantly stirring his lustful imagination. Now, he’d fulfilled his fantasy and lost his virginity due to this final ‘Account.’
The Professor had interpreted this ‘Account’ following the same logic as the previous ones. She came up with some poorly justified logic that ‘taking his virginity’ was her duty as his Professor to help him focus in class.
Obviously, there was no way opening his eyes to the pleasures of sex would decrease his own libido... But that’s what she believed, apparently.
But Harry now saw a little flaw with this ‘Account’. Frankly, he didn’t want it to be over already. He felt that if he left it like this, he might be disappointed by the experience. Don’t get him wrong, it felt incredible, but it was so brief. He didn’t want to just blow his load one time and ‘be dismissed’ by his Professor.
He wanted to indulge in sex with her. He wanted to experience more of that addictive pleasure, to play with her amazing tits and ass, and to kiss her tempting red lips.
More than anything, he wanted to hear his stern, strict Professor let out the gasps and moans of a woman beneath him. He wanted to see an expression on her beautiful face that no one else had ever seen before.
He had a flash of insight.
...Harry Potter spends the night in Minerva McGonagall’s personal chambers...
...Minerva McGonagall decides to provide Harry Potter with deeper instruction on how to pleasure a woman...
Just the pure excitement Harry felt writing that rule had his flaccid member stiffened up for another round.
But... just in case...
...Harry Potter will remain erect for the rest of the evening...
With a soft thump, the Ledger snapped closed, his words becoming the castle’s commands. He felt his erection fill with renewed vigor as the book flashed away with a flicker of light, the Hogwarts Crest on his wrist glowing briefly as it contained the Ledger for him.
Harry turned toward Minerva.
“Mister Potter...”
“Yes, Professor?” He asked curiously, like an interested student.
Minerva still wore the lovely rose hue on her cheeks, her raven hair slightly disheveled from their first experience. She looked at him with those sensual, piercing cat eyes, “I’ve given it another thought... and I’ve changed my mind. What do you say to some... extracurricular lessons tonight?”
Harry failed to keep the grin from growing on his face. His erection towered tall, twitching with excitement, “Extra lessons, Professor?” He asked innocently, “Whatever about?”
Minerva pulled her conjured robe open again, locking eyes with him, “...Your performance was acceptable tonight, Mister Potter, but there’s always room for improvement. I’d like to teach you how to truly pleasure a woman.”
Harry grinned with arousal, “That sounds wonderful, Professor.”
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The following morning, Harry felt like he was walking on air as he came down from Minerva’s personal chambers. He enjoyed a thrilling night of pleasure and passion with the stern Transfiguration Professor.
Even after he was satisfied, Harry was happy to learn that she was similarly affected by the ‘enjoys cuddling’ rule. He hugged his Professor’s warm, voluptuous body through a comforting night’s rest.
His eyes had been opened to a whole new world of pleasure. If he thought showering with his dormmates and getting a handjob was good, then he was blown away by how good sex could feel. It was addicting.
Harry already wanted to go back up those steps and waste another day tangled in Minerva’s sheets.
Despite Minerva’s ‘goal’ for the evening, the experience had raised his libido to a new level. His head was full of naughty ideas to write in the Book of All Accounts to enjoy greater pleasures.
Harry had held himself back for so long from abusing this power of his... but after feeling how amazing it felt to indulge... He didn’t feel that same hesitation. Especially as he heard Minerva’s pleasure-filled voice cry out and the strangely arousing, satisfied smile she wore in the morning.
If she felt that good and clearly enjoyed it herself... then had Harry really done something wrong?
Harry couldn’t help but focus his thoughts on the Hogwarts Ledger.
...
Harry paused in his step. His brow furrowed in slight confusion. He was heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast but now found himself standing on the Third Floor Corridor.
Something vaguely tickled his brain about this place, but he couldn’t remember what it was.
He found his gaze fixed on a door. He walked toward it and reached for the handle with his hand.
Inside, he saw a dusty, cobweb-stricken place—some kind of storage room, he assumed. In the center, there was a dirty white sheet strewn over a tall portrait. His curiosity was strangely fixated on this thing.
Harry grabbed the sheet and pulled it free. He gasped.
He was looking at himself.
It wasn’t a portrait at all that was covered by the sheet, but a mirror. It was a tall, full-body mirror with an incredibly intricate silver edge, polished to a shine.
His eyes trailed across the top. The inscription read;
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
His eyes fell back to the mirror, seeing his own confused reflection looking back at him.
Then, the reflection started to shimmer, and the vision changed before his eyes. He wasn’t looking at himself anymore.
Instead, he saw...
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End of Chapter - Thanks for Reading!
A/N: Man, this chapter put me in the Christmas spirit, and it’s not even Halloween yet! I never really intended to write seasonal-themed chapters, but Christmas is a pretty important part of HP. And since the story is at the right timeline, it lines up too perfectly! No chapter for HL in November b/c the next one’s Christmas!
As for the Poll.... This poll won’t directly affect what will come in the immediately following chapter but decide where Harry’s mind currently sits. So...
What does Harry see in the mirror?
Option 1 - An Orgy; He sees a vision of an all-female Hogwarts with all the women who had confessed to him standing in a line in the Great Hall stripped naked. This option implies his biggest desire is abusing the Ledger to fulfill his wildest sex fantasies.
Option 2 - A Redhaired Woman; Harry sees Lily Potter in the mirror. This option implies his biggest desire is still relatively innocent, his childhood wish for a family. (Perhaps even twisted or magnified by the ‘Mother’s love’ that protects him?) This route is likely to lead to Incest, but it will first deal with Harry’s grappling of using his power with his mother suddenly in the picture.