RAGING TEENAGE HORMONES & THE DEVIOUS SIDE OF HARRY POTTER
By Rick
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Other than Harriet Proett, all belong to J.K. Rowling, various publisher's and film companies. This is just me having a little fun with my favourite character.
If you are too young, or it is illegal to read erotic material depicting sexual acts between teenage boys who may or may not be of legal age where you reside, then please do not read further. You must not read further if it is illegal to read such material in your country or state either.
You have been warned. Rick...e-mail; brit-uk at homecall . co . uk
The dark haired boy lay wide awake in his four poster bed. It was light, and checking his watch he saw he had been laid for over an hour awaiting the time to get up. He fumbled for his glasses and put them on, determined to wait for his dorm mate Ron to awake and as soon as he got up he would too, following him into the boy's bathroom. He made a point as often as he could, of doing this in order to satisfy his hunger of laying eyes on Ron's morning wood as they stood at the urinals relieving themselves.
It had all started very early during the term following the summer break almost three years ago. It was about the time his hormones first kicked in and he had just turned thirteen. As if he didn't have enough on his plate with everything else in his fucked up life, he then found himself deluged with all these strange, weird, yet exciting thoughts and feelings. It took him six months to realize he was sexually fixating on his best mate Ron. Toward's the end of that year he began to suspect that he was gay.
He had now put up with it for almost two and a half years and finally, after all that time, coming to terms with the fact that he was most definitely different in more ways than the obvious one of being "The Boy Who Lived". It had without doubt been very scary when the first hint of realization dawned, though now if he was truthful with himself, and when he felt he was ready, he knew he wouldn't give a flying fuck what anyone might think of him. He just knew too, he had to have Ron.
He had read extensively on "gayness" and found that after reading one particularly well informed article, he himself now subscribed to the percentage theory. If you view humankind in total as 100%, (male and female) then it is a commonly known fact that 10% of all humans are totally gay. Expand the theory somewhat and presume that the 10% at the other end of the scale are totally heterosexual. The 80% in between the two extremes are anyone's guess. Varying by degree to opposite ends of the scale, prevailing circumstances, the situation at the time; the theory illustrates that the largest slice of humanity are quite gay to just a little gay. In other words, ninety out of one hundred people have the inclination by varying degrees to partake in a same sex relationship or encounter. The opposite is true too. Ninety out of one hundred people also have the inclination to a varying degree, to partake in a heterosexual relationship or encounter.
To his absolute dismay, he knew that Ron was a total 'hetti' and that he also fancied Hermione. The fact was, he was just too shy to act upon it which resulted in them both constantly bickering due to their absolute frustration with each other. Harry was also sure that Hermione was just the same as Ron in that she loved him with a passion, but again just as with Ron, she was also too shy to act on her feelings.
Harry, whilst awaiting sleep, often lay for long hours imagining what it must be like to be Hermione (that is if the pair of them could ever manage to get over their appalling shyness). Musing over the possible hot scenarios, he envisioned Ron's weight laid on her and the incredible feeling she would experience as he filled her with that amazing piece of hard male flesh Harry feasted his eyes on as often as he could.
One of his favourite things to do as he lay there lost in his erotic fantasies was to tuck his own penis as far down between his legs as he could get it, then close them and gently stroke round the hair of his groin imagining he was caressing his own vagina's pubic mound. He could, if he concentrated hard enough, morph it into the perfect shape, and had so far managed on several of these occasions, to shrink his penis by about half.
He had been able for ages now, to fatten it, lengthen it, or as with all other boys, just maintain his natural seven inch erection. He could lengthen his foreskin at will, or turn it into a perfectly circumcised version. He just couldn't as yet manage to go the whole hog and reverse it on itself, thus forming what he pictured in his mind as being a perfect vagina. After many more often frustrating hours of practice, he had managed to form the area around his nipples into buds. His achievement to date with the shrinking and bud's had taken about nine months to master, and in his uniquely determined way, he was convinced he would master it completely and become a true metamorphmagus just like their Auror friend Tonks. He knew instinctively that all he had to do was to keep practicing and deepen his levels of concentration to achieve his goal of becoming a fully functioning girl.
The weeks crept slowly by with Harry slipping off to the library as often as he could to read everything he could get his hands on regarding his burgeoning ability of being a metamorphmagus. He knew he was slowly but surely succeeding and as the weeks turned into months, he could now shrink his penis to just the beginnings of an opening with a perfectly formed set of labia and wonderfully shaped mound above it. His attempts at breasts were also amazing now, with a substantial handful in each of them and wonderfully dark and large areolas and nipples topping them off. He could grow his hair and soften his facial features with a mere thought, and was also working on feminizing his large masculine hands and feet.
He was excited and anticipating the time when he would be able to penetrate himself with the replica of "Ron's penis" he had conjured up. He was particularly proud of its realism and each time he saw Ron's in the flesh, he would burn the image into his memory. He used the memory to alter the model until it was the absolute perfect copy of Ron's more than ample penis. He had made it to be supple yet firm. It was hot and velvety to the touch with the underlying hardness and feel of a very live erect penis. He had even gone as far as to have it pulsing to be just off beat with his own heartbeat. He couldn't wait to experience the feeling of the large heavy balls swinging against his bum as he used the penis for what it was made to do.
Now, after a total of two and a half years intense and often very frustrating effort he felt he was getting somewhere very close to total and functional change. His oath to himself that he would achieve his goals by his sixteenth birthday looked evermore promising. He had managed to morph his features into a close proximity of Hermione. Not too close, but similar enough to stir Ron if his long thought out plan came to fruition.
Five months on, and during the first week of June he had at last managed to morph his penis and scrotum enough to be able to insert about a quarter of the model of "Ron's penis" into the resulting "almost vagina". The sensation was amazing. He had to cast a silencing charm because the feelings were so intense he just couldn't keep quiet. He knew that when he orgasmed it would be very deep and prolonged. He had put a "cum" charm on the copied penis, so a cleansing spell would be very necessary as well.
As the summer holiday grew ever nearer, he began worrying that when he returned to no 4 Privet Drive, he wouldn't be able to continue to practice after they broke-up for this, the longest of school holidays. He needn't have worried at all as it happened because he was summoned to Dumbledore's office. He informed him that he wasn't returning to the Dursleys this summer, but would have to spend his entire Christmas break there instead. His Uncle Vernon and the family were away in America courtesy of his company's parent corporation, and would be away for an entire six months. He was on a training programme.
He had contacted Dumbledore and very tongue in cheek, had said he was very sorry that they wouldn't be able to put Harry up this summer, and further hoped he wouldn't be too upset by this turn of events. (Yeah right!) Dumbledore went on to say that he had arranged for him to stay at No 12 Grimmauld Place under the care of Professor Lupin. He added that the Weasley's would join him there in time for his birthday. They would only stay for a few days then they would all, including Harry, return to "The Burrow" till' school started back on the 1st of September.
As he started his summer holiday at No 12 Grimmauld Place he was soon able to get into a routine. His days were spent chatting to Remus, dinner with whoever else turned up from "The Order", then bed and on to serious amounts of practice. By the third week of June he could get "Ron's penis" in to the balls, and with a simple spell it would fuck him into oblivion, giving him and itself multiple orgasms that left him an utter and throbbing wreck. He took to leaving the penis deeply inserted into his vagina to see if he could continually wake up in his metamorphous form the next morning.
His first attempt took place just a few day's after his first success, and after being well and truly fucked by "Ron's penis", he checked his curtains locking charms and very quickly drifted off to sleep. He slept dreamlessly and as morning came he slowly surfaced into consciousness. His first conscious sensation was one of fullness and extreme eroticism. He became aware of a pulsing sensation deep within himself. As he realized what it was he quickly became wide awake. He began to slowly feel all over his body, and to his absolute delight, found it still in its perfect female form.
Checking his silencing and locking charms were still intact he felt down to the throbbing model penis that was still firmly embedded in his tingling and wet vagina. Giving his recently acquired clitoris a rather thrilling and gentle tweak, he set the penis into a long slow thrusting motion, and simply laid back for the ride. He wasn't disappointed. He began to wonder how girls could ever get enough of these most wonderful sensations. The feel of the hard veiney shaft sliding back and forth, and the heavy balls swinging against his bottom sent him into mindless paroxysms of sensual pleasure. He had had no idea it would be this good.
He knew he was ready, and all he had to do now was work on Dumbledore to get his agreement for his birthday plans. He had already set the wheels in motion with his friends and had tentatively invited Ron on his planned trip to Diagon Alley to look at the latest brooms, and to purchase other bits and pieces of quidditch equipment. He made up his mind that he would approach Dumbledore today to wheedle his permission to make the trip into London and stay overnight in the "Leaky Cauldron". As this was Saturday, he planned on going to see him immediately after breakfast. Hermione, along with her parent's fortunately for Harry, would still be on holiday in Greece, so with luck, all his hard work would come to fruition. He would get his one night stand when he hopefully seduced Ron. If all went to plan, he hoped to screw him to a standstill.
He had for many nights now, started his practice off by raining kisses all over "Ron's penis", eventually going on to licking it all over whilst gently grasping the heavy sac and gently rolling the heavy orbs within between his fingers. He loved to do this to his own balls when he jacked off his own not inconsiderable penis. He had long since been tasting his own juices too, so added to the "cum" charm on "Ron's penis" was the authentic taste of boy juice. As he got further and further into these deeply erotic blow jobs he was, after some time, able to deep throat as well as any professional "lady of the night". He knew without doubt that if he, in his natural male form, was to be worked on with the same sort of dedication, it would not only blow his socks off but would blow the windows and doors out too.
He went to see Dumbledore, using the floo network, immediately after breakfast. He emerged from the fireplace in the headmaster's study brushing soot and debris from his robes. A rather startled Dumbledore looked up as he emerged, saying; "Why Harry, what are you doing here?" He conjured a soft fluffy chair and invited Harry to sit. Further conjuring up a tray of tea things and hot buttered crumpets, he offered them to Harry, whilst reaching for a crumpet himself.
After they had had their tea and crumpets Harry got down to the bones of his mission. Thirty minutes later he had Dumbledore's permission to make his birthday trip to Diagon Alley. He gave him permission to stay the night as long as he took Ron along with him, also ensuring that he would at no time be alone other than when they were in their rooms. He was satisfied that the rooms could be heavily warded and locked, allowing only the entitled occupant access to them. Harry would be almost perfectly safe. He also made sure that Harry or Ron wouldn't dally too long the following day (Saturday), as he knew that Molly Weasley had a birthday party planned. He himself had already received his invitation to it starting at three o'clock on the Saturday afternoon at No 12 Grimmauld Place.
Sure enough his birthday weekend arrived, and as arranged, he would floo to "The Leaky Cauldron" this very afternoon meeting Ron there. His plan of course was to arrive a couple of hours before Ron and get himself settled into his room. This he did and after booking a room for himself and one for Ron, he excitedly made his way to his room. After putting his small bag on the bed and slipping his invisibility cloak on, he exited, locked his door and made his way downstairs. Following closely behind another customer, he went through the brick opening and on into Diagon Alley.
After a careful look round, he darted down another alley that was up the side of the clothes shop he was going to visit. He slipped off his cloak putting it in the spare bag he's brought with him then left the alley and entered the shop to quickly buy the girls clothes he would need when in his metamorphmagus form. When he got a queer look from the witch behind the counter he had the answer ready that they were a gift for his girlfriend. He paid particular attention to picking out the sexiest negligee he could find, making sure that it was definitely see-through.
Once he had made his purchases and put them into his bag it was an easy enough matter to sneak un-noticed back down the darkened alley. He slipped the invisibility cloak over himself and quickly undressed. Once naked, he morphed into his female form and put on his newly purchased girl's clothes. Checking that he had put everything in his bag, including his cloak. He went back through the brick opening, up to the bar of the pub, and booked another room in the name of Harriet Proett.
Hurrying to his new room, he soon undressed, and morphed back into Harry. Getting dressed as Harry again, he soon exited and locked the room. He then went back to his first room to dump his bag and cloak. He was very happy and relieved that no one had seen him moving between the two rooms. He made it back to the bar and had just ordered two butterbeers when Ron stepped out of the green flames and into the main bar. Scanning the room he soon spotted Harry who, nodding towards an empty table, carried their butterbeers over to join him just as Ron sat down. They made their greetings and in typical best friend fashion began to chat excitedly about their holiday time exploits so far, each asking what plans they had for the remaining time off school. Quidditch of course was very prominent in said plans. Harry gave Ron the key to the room he had booked for him, whereupon he dashed off to dump his bag etc. He was back in his seat within five minutes starting off all over again about the Chudley Cannon's game he had been to see the previous week, courtesy of the twins.
They finished their butterbeers and looking at the clock realized they had better get a move on if they were to visit Fred and George at "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes" before they closed for the night. Harry was astounded at the many different lines they now carried and silently marvelled that each and every one was the brainchild of one or the other twin. Taking it all in, and the obvious fact that they were making brilliant money, he had trouble understanding why their mother was so dead set against this particular venture. He supposed that it didn't help that they had both left school early, not finishing their sixth and seventh years. It was obvious that they were truly quite brilliant at what they had chosen to do. It gave Harry a very warm glow when he thought about how it was his tri-wizard winnings that had started them on their way. He knew in his heart that they would become very successful and impossibly rich.
They bade farewell to the twins and spent another hour browsing through "Quality Quidditch Supplies" before making their way back to the inn and settling in for an enjoyable dinner. When they had finished, Harry pleaded tiredness and told Ron that anything he wanted in the way of more food or drinks he was to put on their room tab and that he wasn't prepared to argue about it. Ron, uncharacteristically, seemed more than happy to accept, so saying their goodnights, Harry made his way up to Harriet's room.
He undressed in front of the mirror, making sure once he was naked, that he put all Harry's clothes well out of sight in his bag and in the wardrobe. Returning to the mirror he watched in fascination as he morphed into Harriet. The resemblance to Hermione was remarkable but different enough to clearly not actually be her. He dressed in the rather attractive clothes he had purchased earlier, and with a final inspection and a healthy squirt of perfume, he left the room and returned to the main bar room of the inn.
As he entered he made a point of walking close to Ron's table, smiling sweetly as he watched his friend do a double take as he spotted him/her/Harry. He saw too that the bar had fortunately filled up considerably in the few minutes he/she had been gone, and continuing onto the bar he/she ordered and paid for a butterbeer. Turning from the bar and facing Ron's direction he stifled a giggle on seeing the open mouthed expression on his best friends face as he openly stared at Harriet.
Boldly, she minced over to his table and breathily asked if he minded if she sat here. Ron spluttered, "n'n'no, please, be my guest. My name is Ron Weasley by the way, are you staying here?" "Pleased to meet you, I'm Harriet Proett, and yes, I'm staying here tonight." A lively conversation began where they exchanged each others details about which schools they went to, which year and so on, etc. Harriet opted for saying she attended the continental school of Beaubattens, going on to explain that her Witch mother was French and that she had insisted she attend Beaubattens rather than Hogwarts. This was due to Voldemort's activities and her mothers fears that Hogwarts was no longer fully safe from him. She had had the Hogwarts invitation on her eleventh birthday and was sad that she had been unable to attend what was the premier wizarding school in the whole world. Other than this one white lie which Harry/Harriet found distasteful he/Harriet stuck to truthful facts when necessary to tell them, but concentrated on drawing details from Ron for most of the evening.
As the evening progressed it became quite apparent that Ron was truly quite the ladies man, being totally charming, polite and the perfect gentleman. It fell to Harriet to initiate the first tentative advance across the table as she forced contact with their hands. Ron drew back sharply as if he had received an electric shock then blushed madly. He cautiously returned his hands to the table whereupon Harriet seized them in both of hers saying whilst giggling, "I won't eat them you know, I go to Beaubattens not Durmstrang." Ron smiled sheepishly returning the slight pressure of Harriet's grip. As the next hour passed by and the landlord began to call "time gentleman please," it was obvious he was in lust with Harriet and she knew without doubt that with some careful manipulation, he would be hers if only for this one night.
Rising from the table, he offered to walk her to her room which she graciously accepted and held hands as they climbed the stairs. Arriving at her door, he lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. Harriet leant into him and brushed her lips on his cheek, then whispering in his ear said; "If you give me five minutes to get comfortable, you could come back for a few minutes and have a drink if you like. I have a rather nice French liqueur I am sure you would enjoy. I have one every night to help me sleep." He stepped back trying to believe his ears and totally not believing his luck at this evening's chance encounter with this rather gorgeous girl. He nodded whilst blushing madly being totally unable to find his tongue to verbalize an answer. Harriet swept into her room, and just before closing her door, poked her head out whispering to him; "Five minutes." The door closed and he turned to go to his own room unable to quell the rising excitement that his wildest dreams were about to be played out in real life and he would at last, hopefully, lose his virginity. Holding onto this thought he did a jig around his room as he entered it.
The five minutes whilst sat on the edge of his bed were the longest of his life, but they did pass and almost bursting with anticipation he quietly made his way over to Harriet's room giving a gentle tap on the door. A muffled; "Its not locked, come in," sounded through the door, so he cautiously opened it and went in. The sight that met his eyes was totally beyond his wildest dreams, and as he took in the vision that was Harriet he found he was having trouble breathing. She was actually in bed with the thin sheet loosely covering her to her waist. Above this she was wearing the sheerest, most transparent negligee he thought possible to imagine. He could actually see her breasts and the dark rings of her areolas encircling her beautifully erect nipples. She was holding her wand and watching his reaction with what could only be described as wanton lust etched into her beautiful features. He was sure he had died and gone to heaven, which fact if true, didn't faze him one iota.
She flicked her wand at a bemused Ron. He gasped as he realized he was suddenly completely naked. Another almost imperceptible flick of the wand released loads of pheromones in Ron's direction. She watched in total and utter fascination as his quite long and thick dangling penis began to move. As it lengthened, the foreskin slowly rolled back revealing the beautifully shaped glans and as if by magic, it levitated itself, thickening out even further and more than doubling its already considerable length. It was very quickly standing upright reaching to just beyond his navel. She watched with rapt attention as it pulsed in rhythm with his accelerated heartbeat, the tip now deeply purple and with a clear dew drop of fluid oozing from the eye. His large and pendulous balls hanging underneath added to the extreme eroticism of this most magic of moments. He had blushed bright red over his entire body.
She knew from her conjured model that it was 8" long and also knew without doubt she would not be able to encompass its girth with one hand. She felt her own juices flow and the start of the deliciously thrilling sensation deep within her that was already beginning to demand it be itched. She knew her nipples were standing proud as she watched Ron's eyes fasten onto the gossamer fabric of her translucent nightie.
Ron now knew without doubt that he had in fact died and was not just in heaven, but had definitely arrived in seventh heaven. He watched Harriet glide off the bed and slowly move over to him. His eyes flicked from her breasts to her clearly visible pubic hair and the mysterious delights hidden within. As she came to a stop directly in front of him he watched as she slowly sank to her knees feeling her hot breath on his genitals as she leant in to take her first intoxicating breath of what she regarded as pure essence of Ron. He gasped as she gently cupped his balls and began to gently roll them slowly around in their sac. She next licked up the entire length of his throbbing cock, stopping at the tip to play her tongue around the ridge of his glans. His knees began to shake and he feared that he wouldn't be able to remain standing, so grasping her gently under her arms he lifted her to her feet, picked her up, and walked over to the bed gently placing her on it. He slowly lowered himself onto the bed too, and swept into her, kissing her passionately.
As he drew back from their kiss they both shuffled around till' they were laid facing each other, pressed so closely together they were almost as one. Drawing back from another passionate kiss their hands were all over each other. Harriet's body was on fire as one of his hands caressed her breast whilst with the other he was very gently tweaking her clitoris. She was running one hand over his ridged and quivering abs with the other firmly fixed around his madly throbbing erection. Tugging on his penis she whispered; "Now, take me now." He moved between her legs, which she drew back and lifted till' her ankles were resting on his broad muscular shoulders. Reaching down once more for his penis she pulled it to her opening and thrust forward impaling herself on it. He thrust forward as far as he could go, sinking to his low hanging balls, and revelling in the silky moist heat that now enveloped him. They both began to thrust madly and within seconds, Harriet threw her head back making the tendons in her neck stand out as she moaned loudly due to the intense contractions overtaking her body as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched, forcing her vagina further to the bed and putting intolerable pressure on Ron's already 'at bursting point' penis. His orgasm ripped through his body and he thrust deeply into Harriet grinding his pubic bone against her clitoris. This set Harriet off all over again. She became stiff as a board as her orgasm intensified not realizing that she was screaming fit to wake the dead.
As the wonderful sensations subsided and sanity returned she began to notice the amazing libido of her sixteen year old lover. She knew that in her natural form ofHarry, he was capable of maintaining an erection through maybe three orgasms, sometimes as many as four without losing it. Admittedly, the orgasms took longer to achieve after the first one and it could be as much as thirty to forty minutes of hard action to get off for the fourth time.
As Ron began to build up to his second shot, his penis seemed to have got bigger and harder as he pounded in and out of her. His now relaxed balls were swinging manically against her bum as he repeatedly thrust into the root giving her clitoris a delicious grind each time he bottomed out. She knew he was close to his second orgasm as his balls became less noticeable and she knew they were tightening up ready to blow once more. As he came hard into her again she thought she could actually feel the glans swell inside her. Such was the sensation, both physical and emotional, she was herself racked with the pulsing waves of another powerful orgasm. The sheet beneath them was pooled with their fluids and would require a heavy cleaning and drying charm in order to put it right once this night was over.
The night, as it turned out, was six hours of total action love making with the briefest of rests in between. After Merlin knows how many mind-blowing fucks, they collapsed against each other and slept. A little over three hours sleep later, Harriet's silent alarm vibrated against her wrist. Carefully, she disentangled herself from Ron, thankfully managing not to wake him. Moving to the desk, she quickly wrote a note explaining that she had to be up and out to meet her mother, also thanking him for the most amazing night of her life and expressing her wish that their schools weren't so far apart. Carefully placing the parchment on the nightstand she quietly moved to the wardrobe retrieving Harry's bag of clothes. She quietly gathered up her own clothes after throwing her robe over herself to cover her nakedness. Unable to resist, she gently lifted the duvet around Ron's mid-section to take a final peek at his wonderful penis. She very carefully leant over and kissed it, then gently lowered the duvet back into place. She then made a very stealthy retreat and left for Harry's room, his bed and some very erotic dreams.
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