Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires – Chapter 1 – Camping

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
Chapter One – Camping

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mf, first, grope, magic, mc,

Harry was having the best time of his life; he was with the people he cared about the most, and he was at the event of the year; the Quidditch World Cup. Harry, Hermione, and most of the Weasley family had just arrived at the campground, and Harry already knew it was going to be a match that he’d never forget.

Mr. Weasley had just asked Harry, Hermione and Ron to go and fetch some water for their tent. As they made their way through the mass of exotic tents and people, Harry was stopped by an odd looking salesman. The salesman wasn’t even trying to blend into the muggle environment; his appearance was way over the top; flashy orange and yellow clothing, topped off with a bright neon green top hat.

Harry would have simply continued on walking, brushing the madman aside, but for some reason he was drawn to him.

‘You look like a young man interested in taking a chance on an ancient and long-lost book’ said the salesman with enthusiasm. ‘The only one in existence; able to grant any owner the access to the most forbidden fruit known to man’ continued the salesman as Ron and Hermione kept walking, leaving Harry alone with the salesman.

‘What’s in this miracle book?’ asked a skeptical Harry, now searching for it in the hands of the salesman.

‘No-no-no!’ said the man wagging his finger at Harry. ‘You must first show me you have the necessary money’

Harry, still skeptical of the traveling salesman, slowly reached into his money bag to show the man he had plenty of money. Before pulling any money out however, he asked, ‘How much is it going to cost me?’

‘For a young student, burdened by the cost of paying for school… ten Galleons!’ responded the flashy salesman, clearly unsure whether Harry would bite and purchase the book.

Harry showed the salesman that he indeed had the required gold.

In an instance, the salesman waved his wand making Harry’s gold disappear, and replacing it with a heavy leather-bound book. As Harry was about to tell the salesman to stop, he had vanished, disapparating before Harry even agreed to buy the book.

‘Probably full of blank pages’ thought Harry as he waved his wand and made the book disappear until he had time to take a closer look at it.

‘Come on Harry’ yelled Hermione and Ron, after realizing they had lost Harry.

Unsure of why, Harry felt that he’d better keep the book secret, in order not to be made a joke of or chided by his friends for buying a mysterious book for ten Galleons before even opening it.

Harry, Ron and Hermione continued on down the path, through both the Irish and Bulgarian supporters, stopping to talk to any friendly faces they saw.

The long walk to the water well was a great opportunity for Harry and Ron to stare at some of the more exotic and unbelievably attractive foreign witches. It had been last year that both Harry and Ron had discovered a different side to the girls of Hogwarts. Both Harry and Ron would feel themselves get horny at the possibility of cracking one of the more attractive girl’s unbreakable shells. Stripping them naked and having their way with them is what consumed both of Harry and Ron’s minds, ninety percent of the day. Walking to the well also gave them the opportunity to stare at their good but incredible attractive best friend, Hermione, whom they always walked behind, not because she was the one holding the map, but because Hermione had one of hottest asses either of the boys had ever seen.

Hermione was sporting tight blue jeans, perfect for showing off her small but tight teen ass. Every once and a while Hermione would glance backs and see Ron and Harry staring at her ass, but she’d never say anything. She kept quiet, not because she didn’t want to embarrass them, but because she liked the extra attention. In truth, Hermione knew all about sex; she had been educated by her parents in the summer, and although Hermione enjoyed teasing both her best friends and the rest of the boys at Hogwarts, Hermione would never consider giving into their lustful advances.

As they reached the community well, Ron gave Hermione the empty bucket to fill with water, wanting the opportunity to watch Hermione bend over. Just as Hermione got to work, a fellow Gryffindor, Seamus Finnigan approached Harry and Ron.

‘Hey Harry, hey Ron, how’s it going’ roared an excited Seamus. ‘Come to show your support for Ireland!’

Harry and Ron had been staring straight at Hermione’s ass when Seamus had interrupted their viewing pleasure. They snapped out of their reverie, just as Seamus finished his sentence.

‘Yeah!