Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism – Ch 3
Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism – Ch 3
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Sex Story Excerpt: | Harry had no idea that he wasn't far from the truth. When Vernon poked his head into the room |
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Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism
Chapter 3 – Ten Minutes
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or
characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any
affiliation with its author
Four days had passed since Harry’s near expulsion, and he
still had no news. He had sent a letter with Hedwig, of
course, to Ron, Hermione and Sirius. But nothing had returned
to him since. It took all his willpower not to simply jump
onto the night bus and travel, travel anywhere, and simply be
around wizards and witches again. The summers were always a
lonely time for Harry, but this one for reasons unknown to
him was worse than ever.
Even the Spellbook of Eroticism seemed to have lost it’s
appeal. The novelty had worn off, and he hadn’t used it
since he had found it, four days ago. Laura Stanford had
probably forgotten all about him, and he dreaded to think
of her bouncing on top of an unpleasant stranger. He drove
the idea from his mind and lay on his bed into the evening,
trying to cool down his room by keeping the window open. The
weather was still at an official heatwave warning, and the
hosepipe ban still applied. Aunt Petunia seemed to be in a
worse and worse mood after every day she was unable to water
her slowly dying flowers. Vernon carried around with him a
small pocket fan, but trying to cool down his massive sweaty
bulk was futile. Like trying to fan a walrus with a playing
card.
Dudley and his gang had been in high spirits over the past
three days. Harry had heard them in Dudley’s room a couple of
days previously, praising Dudley for something ‘awesome’ he’d
done. Harry praised Dudley for being able to walk and talk,
but something in the hushed tone of the gang indicated to him
that it wasn’t to be overheard by Dudley’s parents. Harry
wondered whether Dudley had taken drugs, for he was sure the
gang would praise him for that. Or perhaps he’d managed to
trick a girl into getting with him. A grim image settled in
his mind, of Dudley forcing a girl up against a wall and
taking from her what he wanted.
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