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--------------------------------- The Real Hogwarts: Prefect's Bath ---------------------------------
"Harry. that was amazing!"
"Well, thanks to Mad-Eye and a bit of help from you I s'pose I survived," Harry smiled as he looked at Hermione.
"But you did it, Harry, brilliantly at that," She added in and Harry smiled wider at this. Ron had passed by and the two exchanged a glance of temporary hatred. How could Ron have though that he put his own name into the Goblet of Fire, that's impossible. He didn't get anyone else to put his name in either, but his friend didn't trust him. He was a prat and would always be a prat.
When awkward feelings left, Harry and Hermione headed for the common room where there was a gathering of Gryffindors ready to explode in excitement at the sign of their Triwizard Champion. On the way, however, Harry had a more impressive explosion of swarming butterflies within his stomach as he passed Cho Chang, the girl of Harry's utmost important and, somewhat sexual, nighttime wonderlands. There was a flicker in her eye but all he could do was smile like a bashful idiot and lower his head to hide the redness of his blushing cheeks.
"She's Cedric's, Harry, I'd lay off if you want a fair chance in this tournament," Hermione said wisely as he noticed Harry staring at his feet. This disheartened Harry, because he knew how much Cho liked Cedric, and half of the time all he thought about was the fact that Cedric would have to die or something drastic would have to happen to them for their relationship to go down the drain. And Hermione was right, the last thing he wanted was for his opponent in one of the most difficult games of his life to be angry at him for fooling around with his girl.
All thoughts ceased when they reached the painting of the Fat Lady. "Drinking Dew Drops," Hermione alliterated and they exchanged another meaningful glance which was followed by Harry thanking Hermione sarcastically for telling them that there was a new password. Before Harry could start saying the sentence he was formulating in his mind, a giant plate-like UFO flew at his head. "Fred! What do you think you're doing? If you keep it up we won't have a Gryffindor champion for this tournament!" The room laughed at Hermione's Fred-scolding and made sure the ducking Harry trying to avoid the saucer was alright.
"I'm fine, this must be the party, though," Harry said regaining himself and walking to the center of the room. Ginny had been sitting in one of the chairs closest to the roaring fire and didn't look much into the partying that was going on around her. Harry had feelings for Ginny, but wasn't sure of them because of his overwhelming ones for Cho. He decided to avoid contact with the entranced girl and went back to talking to a few people.
"Where's that egg of yours, Harry?" a few people questioned. It was his prize, his treasure, and most of all, his clue to the second task of the Triwizard Tournament. "You mean this?" He held up the egg over his head as he stood on the coffee table between two couches off to the right of the room. Cheer erupted out of nearly everyone's mouth. The whole lot of them were yelling for him to open it so he wasted no time and opened the top of the golden egg. The noise that followed was deafening. It was a screeching, horrid, devilish sound that could only be soothed by burying it a thousand feet below the earth. With some trouble, Harry quickly shut the screaming egg and gave a look of apology to everyone. They were all stunned, but one boy from the back began to nervously laugh. A chain reaction started and the laughing transformed once again into cheers and hoorahs. Although Harry was the main man of the party, he, along with Hermione, was tuckered out from all his hard work that day and he decided to head up to the fourth-year boy's common room saying goodnight everyone.
"Mate, congratulations," Ron whispered softly to Harry in the four-poster next to him.
Harry looked over to the bed that he thought was empty to find his best friend sitting with legs dangling off the edge. This was the moment that Harry ahd been waiting for; his best friend was indirectly apologizing. He was glad that he no longer had to fight with him. "D'you mean it, Ron?" Harry inquired sincerely, not looking at the red-headed boy anymore.
There was a little bit of silence and Ron replied, "Yeah, Harry. I shouldn't have said all those things, I'm a dick for it."
"Not now that you apologized. Thanks, mate. It means a lot. I missed you," Harry added but feared that the last comment might be taken the wrong way.
"I missed you too. I hate not talking to you, we talk about everything. Or at least... nearly everything."
Harry swung his legs off the bed like Ron and just looked at him for a while. Breaking the tension he smiled and said, "You were a dick."
"What! You take that back," Ron grinned and lunged at Harry, pushing him down onto his bed and play wrestling with his best friend. Surprisingly, Harry was strong and pinned the flaming-haired boy. Ron, who was now being held down, squirmed for freedon but Harry had his arms beneath his own shins and was sitting on his chest victoriously.
"You are a dick, Ron," Harry said freely without consequence. "Or right now," he moved his hips to cover Ron's face with his fabric-covered crotch, "I could call you a dick eater." He laughed as Ron moved his face back and fourth trying to avoid the musk of Harry's manhood. Although Ron was wishing secretly to keep his had still and let Harry grind his cock into his face, he was worried that Harry didn't have the same feelings and would think he was queer if he did. At this thought, Ron used all his might to push the skinier boy off him and punch him playfully in the arm. By this time, all the wrestling was taking it's toll on them and the two were exhausted from the day. Everyone was still downstairs partying but the boys were ready for sleep.
"Alright, Ron, out of my bed, I'm tired," Harry exclaimed, not really wanting the handsome boy out of his sleeping area. Ron immediately got out of his bed and retreated to the one beside it. They both layed down and Ron said goodnight to Harry, congratulating him once more. Harry responded with, "Good night, cocksucker."
"You really should start thinking about that clue, Harry."
"Oh, like I haven't," Harry replied angrily but apologized, telling Hermione he was just stressed.
"Well you should, you only have two more days," She repeated as she looked over the bridge's railing down to the water below. She was worried for him, even she hadn't thought of anything to do with the egg to make it stop screaming.
"Well I'll meet you up at the common room during lunch break, we'll grab something to eat with Ron." Hermione stayed put for a few seconds and began walking away when Harry went the other way. Harry spotted Cedric, one of the few people Harry wasn't in the mood to talk to. He hurried and tried to hug the railing as much as possible to avoid contact but Cedric stopped him.
"Harry, I wanted to thank you for that tip off you gave me about the dragon, I would have been dead meat if it weren't for you."
"That's fine, Cedric, bye."
"Wait, Potter, you know the Prefect's Bath up on the fifth floor?"
"Yeah?" Harry relied curiously.
"Well... sometimes it's nice to take a bath," Cedric said with a wink, and decided that it came out all wrong. "I meant, you could take that golden egg of yours for a swim. Password's 'Bertie Bott's'."
All that day all Harry could think of was bringing that golden egg up to the bathroom on the fifth floor. He wondered occasionally if Cedric meant to meet him there, which made him a big nervous and excited. Harry didn't think himself gay whatsoever - he knew that he liked girls too much. Then again, he often thought about his fellow classmates naked, mainly their size and what their dicks looked like, and sometimes liked what he saw when the Quidditch team members stripped down to their under-garments. He was worried, though, that Cedric would be there, but the chances of that were near zero. The whole day he was on a rollercoaster of worry and disappointment between the facts that Cedric would be there, naked, with him, in the prefect's bath or Cedric not being there and not being able to see the attractive Hufflepuff baring all.
Those feelings grew as he entered the common room that night. He looked around for signs of anyone, and noticed none, so he crept up the stairs to the boys dorn where he met sleeping faces all around him. He grabbed the shimmering egg and headed downstair and out the portrait. This was no adventure compared to all the others he had been on, but his heart was beating fifty time the normal speed as he made his way down the fifth floor corridor to the bathroom.
"Bertie Bott," Harry uttered. The door swung open revealing a room of wonderous faucets set on a giant fountain in the middle of the bath. He entered and shut the door and touched the side of the pool-like bath carefully. At once the faucets of the fountain in the middle of the bath turned on and spewed hundreds of odd-colored liquids. Some made bubbles, some smelled like candy, and he was sure that one of them, the one that shot out green liquid, smelled and, after trying some, tasted like green apple.
"Well, here goes," He said to himself, as he undid his pants and shed his robes. Surprisingly, Harry felt uncomfortable in such a big room nearly naked by himself. He got the feeling that someone was watching, but after walking around in his boxers and under-shirt, clearing the room, he realized there was no one but a few toilets. Making himself feel better this way, he lifted his shirt off, revealing his sinewy but muscular frame. The sight of the boy who lived in just his boxer could be explained as completely, and utterly sexy. Granted, he wasn't the best looking boy at Hogwarts, but with a clean face, shaggy long hair that made the girls crazy, broad shoulders, well-defined pectorals for a fourteen year-old, well built arms, and a clean cut stomach that showed fairly defined abs, Harry Potter was very handsome. With a deep breath, Harry thumbed his boxers and pulled them down slowly, and kicked them off to the side of the bathroom under the sinks. There he stood, fully nude, and slightly proud. With no reason to have a hard-on, Harry was completely lax and had a soft dick sitting below a fair amount of dark pubes. His dick had to be at least three inches soft but no more than half an inch more than that. His sack hung low with balls full of boy juice and it had a light dusting of black, coarse pubes on it as well. He rubbed it uneasily and stuck a toe in the water. It was the perfect temperature of warmth. He slid in awkwardly and took the egg with him. His first idea was to open it and listen, but no sounds came above the water. He put his head below and listened intently, but was interupted by a splash that could only come from outside of the bath. Taking his head from outside the water he heard a wail that he could only recognize as Moaning Myrtle.
Immediately he covered himself beneath the water and put bubbles above his body to hide his manhood. The ghost gleefully dove into the wter beside him and giggled.
"Oh, Harry, trying to hide from me?" The ghost laughed and looked down at a space between the bubbles to make Harry think that she could see something. He quickly pushed more bubbles around him and she took the chance to take a gander at his nervous cock under the water when his hands weren't covering him. Realiizing her trick, he covered himself but it was too late, and Myrtle came above the water laughing. "It's growing, are you happy to see me?"
Harry blushed but realized that she had already seen his half-hard cock, so he released the girp on his crotch and told her to leave politely. He had gotten what he came for and was ready to leave. Harry climbed out of the water only to see a wide-eyed Hermione and Ron staring at his naked body. They too had the chance of seeing Harry's half-baked dick and Hermione was stunned at the now five inche long piece of meat. Ron came from behind her, not taking his eyes off Harry's now covered up package and turned her around.
"Harry, we... we uh..." Ron stammered, not used to the sight of his best friend's penis. Sure he had seen Harry in his underwear, but was never allowed the sight of the uncut tool.
Hermione seemed to have gathered herself much quicker than Ron, who had averted his gaze to Harry's face, "Harry, we're sorry we walked in on you, we just came to help, when Cedric told you the password to the prefect's bath all I could think of was (Cedric naked) that the egg had to be listened to underwater! We're sorry, we thought you would have brought a bathing suit, or something." Ron nodded in confusion and Harry had already slipped back into the bubbly water to avoid his friends' gazes.
"Huh?" Ron looked at Hermione, confused, "I thought you said we were trying to catch him nak-"
"Ronald!"
"What?"
"You guys were going to spy on me?"
"Not spy... Harry... I was curious!" Hermione exclaimed truthfully.
"You knew, Ron? Wait... does that mean you guys have-"
"NO!" Hermione yelled. "We've talked about it, and see each other naked a lot, and... a few time we...well you know... fooled around. Never had sex, though!"
"I never thought we would be talking to Harry about the things we've done while he was naked. Proves to you that I'm not a cocksucker!"
The trio laughed nerviously, their voices shaking as they talked.
"Well am I glad you two've seen each other naked, so I'm nothing new," Harry said in relief.
"Well, I've never seen one like that," Hermione sounded bemused, clearly speaking of Harry's uncircumsized dick.
"You're cut, Ron?"
"Yes," Ron blushed, shooting a glance at Hermione as if she wasn't supposed to divulge that information.
"Well let's see it then, you've seen mine," The fourteen year old said, letting his boner take control under the water since the others couldn't see it.
"No way!"
"It's fair, Ron," Hermione pushed, wanting to see his nice cut cock one more time.
"Fine," Ron replied, undoing his pant zipper and pulling down his boxers with them in one fell swoop. He stood with his bottom half nude, showing off his larger slightly erect dick with a large ligh-red bush at the base.
"You're bigger than me," Harry said jealously, "by at least an inch."
"Just under seven boned, mate," Ron laughed, pulling his pants back up.
"Why don't you just come in?" Harry said in an overly wanting voice, making him sound desperate.
Hermione giggled, noticing this, and Ron simply agreed, feeling his dick getting harder by the second. He lifted off his shirt cooly revealing his well defined chest and round, hard nipples. He had a bit of underarm hair, too, and it was also fiery red. The second Gryffindor slipped into the pool and sat at the egde of it, a fair distance from Harry, secretly glancing at his pale body beneath the water and loving the images of his dick growing to full, six inch erection.
"What're you still doing dressed, 'Mione?" Ron asked slyfully with a grin on his face.
"Oh, right," She giggled and pulled off her robes and bra to reveal nicely sized perky tits with round, hard nipples. Both boys, as hard as they were, started feeling a bit dizzy from the combination of horniness, heat, and excitement. Hermione tugged at her skirt and panties to reveal her clean shaven, puffy, young pussy. She threw her clothes off to the side of the pool and got in next to Ron, clearly touching his cock under the water, leaving Harry by himself. Ron must have noticed Harry's pleading face while he was having his dick worked, because he asked Hermione, "Can you help Harry out?"
"I'm a bit busy with you," She giggled as she squeezed his erection under the water. "Maybe we can move this out of the bath, I don't feel like holding my breath under the water," she hinted and Ron got the tip. The trio got out of the water and layed down some blankets. Hermione took hold of Ron and Harry's cock and knelt between them. Their dicks were in her face and she loved stroking them. Both were moaning as she took turns licking the tips of their rods and sucking on them occasionally. At one point, both the boys pushed their dicks into her gaping mouth as far as the could go, getting a great feeling out of their dicks grinding each other's inside the warmth of her sucking mouth.
"Oh shit, Ron, I'm gonna cum," Harry said, losing control of his cock early because of his lack of experience. He tried to pull out of Hermione's mouth but she kept sucking and took his whole load into her mouth, swallowing his teen boy juice and rubbing some of it on her smooth and wet cunt. Ron laughed at this and humped Hermione's mouth harder now that it was a one-on-one. They were pros, and Harry decided that they had done it more than five times before. He loved the sight of his best friend's dick in his other friend's mouth, pumping all the way in until her nose dissappeared in his bush of red pubes. She was using one hand to guide his big cock into her mouth and the other one slid down her smooth stomach to her twat. She was moaning, the vibrations making Ron want to cum badly.
"'Mione, oh Merlin, suck that cock," Ron said with one final pump and let his load go in her mouth, letting a bit dribble out the corners of her lips and onto his sack.
"We should help her out, she's doing all the work," Harry said considerately. At this, Ron nodded and layed her on the ground, spreading her legs to reveal her steaming cunt and swollen clit.
"Harry, do you know how to do this?" Ron asked with a shake of the head in reply from Harry. "Well, okay, you want to lick anywhere besides this," he pointed to the clit, "until you think she's ready. It's too sensitive."
Harry gave Ron an odd look wondering if he was actually going to let him eat his girl out. "Yeah, you're gonna lick her pussy," Ron interupted his thought coincidentally. Harry followed lead and moved between Hermione's smooth, long legs. He put his face near her pussy and instinctively sniffed. If was a weird smell, but nothing all that bad, like the stories he'd heard about girls smelling like fish. His first idea was to lick it like you would an ice cream cone, so he lapped at her cunt automatically. It tasted salty and sweet, something he'd never had before. Almost like kettlecorn popcorn. That thought was unappealing at the moment so he went back to focusing on her pink twat. Gaining courage, he put his mouth on it and kissed. He licked her lips on both sides of the hooded clit and then thrust his tongue up into her. She moaned loadly, not knowing he was about to do that. At this point, Harry had wondered what Ron was doing, up until he felt a wet sensation on his sack. He had been kneeling almost presenting his slightly hairy asshole to his best friend and Ron was taking advantage of that. Harry shuddered at the feel of Ron's tongue on his tight sack. It was a weird feeling but Harry knew he loved it, and continued to lick at Hermione. He pushed two fingers up her pussy and knew it was time to massage her clit with his tongue. Then Harry felt the same tonguing sensation on his asshole. He couldn't believe it - Ron was licking his puckered boy pussy! He moaned involuntarily and pressed his ass into Ron's face hard. Ron grabbed it and thrusted his wet tongue up Harry's virgin asshole, making Harry cringe and suck on Hermione's big, swelling clit. She rubbed her tits and layed back, arching up making it easier for Harry to eat her pussy like a pro. She opened her eyes to see a standing Ron behind Harry, not giving word to his friend as he took his hard dick and placed it near his asshole.
"Ron, not yet," she said, saving Harry the pain of anal without lube. Harry turned around and saw his best friend straddling him and had a terrified look on his face.
"Were you going to fuck me without telling me? That's not nice," He tried to joke even though he was scared of the impending fuck that was to come.
"Yes, but I think 'Mione wants it more," Ron said, looking at Hermione's exposed cunt that had left a small puddle of girl cum on the ground from Harry's job. "You did good, mate," Ron smiled, tugging at Harry's thick, hard cock. Harry wished he would just suck him off, but right now Ron was going to fuck Hermione. With him. Ron layed down underneath Hermione and took out his wand from his pants pocket. He threw his pants back to the spot it was in before and pointed at his dick and muttered an incantation, making his cock glisten with lube. He did the same for her asshole.
"Harry, straddle my legs," Ron ordered and Harry followed, loving the idea of fucking Hermione's cunt while Ron did the same with her tight pucker-hole. He placed the tip of his cock on her puffed pussy and whiped the precum that had gathered on it on her clit. His thick cock spread her lips a bit as he pushed into her vagina hard. She moaned. Harry was thicker than Ron, and it was her first time having someone this fat in her pussy. He had to be at least five and a half inches around. Ron was only about five. Ron told Harry to hold still and he kept his cock in her hot moist pussy as Ron slowly pushed his redened meat into her tight hole. Harry could feel Ron's dick causing pressure inside Hermione's ass, and with each thrust he made, it made him want to thrust. The two were pumping in and out of the girl like there was no tomorrow, and their sacks were rubbing on each other's. Harry reached up and got leverage by grabbing onto her tits and pumped harder and faster into her gaping twat. He explained quickly to Ron that he had to pull out because he couldn't possibly cum in her, and Hermione grabbed Ron's wand and pointed at her pussy and said another incatation that Harry had never heard. She was flustered and started moaning to climax and told Harry to go ahead and cum into her pussy. Harry took the chance and released a load bigger than any he had ever had. It felt like gallons of cum were pouring out of his dick into her pussy. He realized that the spell must have done something to him as well as keep her infertile because there was cum oozing out of her and dripping down onto Ron's still pumping cock and balls. Harry pulled out, milked the rest of his cum onto her face and moved down to Ron's sack. Hermione got up and moved his cock into her pussy and Harry kept licking and sucking on Ron's balls. Hermione was going crazy as she slid up and down on Ron's dick and was ready for an orgasm. She moaned loudly and Harry saw her pussy get tight and spasm around Ron's huge rock hard cock. She squeezed one more time, made the same spell, and Ron came inside her pussy quickly. He pulled out while still jizzing and leaned over her tits and stomach, let out some more on her, and moved over to Harry. Unwillingly, harry accepted Ron's spasming cock into his mouth and tried sucking. Ron simply humped over and over and let all the cum that Hermione's spell made flow into Harry's mouth. Harry gagged a bit but swallowed all of Ron's seed, loving the fact that his best friend's cock was in his mouth and he was drinking his juice. Ron pulled out, Harry swallowed the rest, and Ron pulled Harry up to kiss him. His tongue explored everywhere in his mouth, seeking out his own cum anywhere in Harry's mouth and rubbed his asshole pleadingly.
"I think we're all out, mate," Harry replied sadly and Ron agreed. The two looked at the exhausted Hermione with cum oozing from her pussy. She cleaned up with her wand and the boys did the same. The pool drain and they both walked back to the common room in silence so not to attract attention. They shared looks of glee and kissed before going to bed. Harry and Ron went to the fourth year dorm, only to find themself hungry for more. When they layed in Harry's bed, they started to hear odd noises - kissing - that wasn't them.
To be continued...
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