Harry Potter and the Fucking of a Lifetime – Chapter One: Horny Schoolgirls

Harry Potter’s breath fogged up the glass of the dormitory window like a thick haze of smoke. Looking out over the dark grounds of Hogwarts Castle, he felt at home, but still strangely out of place. He was not, after all, at the school as a student, as he had been for the past six years, but as a hero. Only days ago Lord Voldemort had been defeated in the final and most violent battle of the Second War, and Harry had had a strange mix of emotions since that time. He was glad for the defeat of his foe, but at the same time it was proving nearly impossible for the thought of the Dark Lord being gone once and for all.

He looked away from the window and gave the entirety of the dark Gryffindor boy’s dormitory a sweeping gaze. In the surrounding four beds, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and his own best friend Ron slumbered peacefully, there dreams free of the nightmares that had been haunting his; nightmares that all included the resurrection of Voldemort, the sting of the Cruciatus Curse, a flash of green light, and a bittersweet reunion with his dead friends in what Dumbledore had called “the next great adventure.”

Of course, his friends and former classmates had more than enough reasons to be happy; they were all getting laid. Now that the terror that had gripped Britain was over, the lovely witches of the school were not hesitating to make up for lost time to release some of their sexual tension. Just the other day, Harry had seen Luna Lovegood giving Neville a full nonverbal sign of her friendship on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. He had felt happy for his friends, who he figured were both virgins and had always shown some attraction for each other, but the event had left him horny as hell and needing to get his rocks off. Not necessarily with Luna (though he wouldn’t say to the tasty sixth-year), but with anyone at all.

Unfortunately for him, it was that time of the month for his own girlfriend, Ginny, who he knew had been perfectly willing to fuck the Boy Who Lived for the past six years, and she had been
being such a bitch that she wouldn’t even let him touch her. He pondered for a moment if Hermione would mind getting stuffed with his cock, but knew that it was extremely unlikely; she was going steady with Ron.

Shaking his sleep ridden head, he had a sudden mental image of Hermione stripping down for him; slipping off her tight school uniform, unfastening her bra, and pulling down her sopping wet panties, revealing a tight teenage snatch that he had always imagined would be shaved. She would crawl across the bed to him, her pink tongue licking her lips, getting ready to engulf his sick inches…. He felt his cock twinge insistently against his pajama pants, and looked around the room to make sure his friends were asleep. Satisfied, he laid on top of his blankets, drew the curtains around him, and pulled off his pants.

Wetting his hand with his mouth, he began to massage his own dick, which was growing to full size, fantasying about his “like a sister” friend. He imagined that his wet fingers were her tongue giving him a fantastic mouth job, and then cupped his hand into a loose fist and started jerking off, tightening it and thinking of how Hermione would feel ….

Then he heard a giggle and realized that the sounds of his fist hitting his midriff had not been quiet in the least. Seconds later, the curtains opened, and he saw Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, two extremely gorgeous girls in his own year who should have been in the girl’s dormitory next door.

Lavender giggled again and ogled his large shaft. “Holy fuck,” she said quietly to her friend, who looked like she would be willing to take Hermione’s place in his fantasies.

Harry could have said the same thing. It was embarrassing to be caught beating his own meat in the dead of the night, let alone by two girls he had had eyes for for the past few years and who shouldn’t have even been in his dormitory in the first place.

“What in the name of Hell are you doing up here?” he hissed, careful not to wake the male inhabitants of the room, and pulled up his pants, but there was still a significant bulge in the plaid trousers; Lavender was bending toward him slightly and he had a nice view down her nighty, and he now had firsthand knowledge that she didn’t wear a bra to bed.

“We were wanting to see if you wanted to …” Parvati began, but broke off, looking embarrassed.