Harry Potter: The Boy who Fucked

NOTE – This is supposed to take place at the beginning of the Sixth Book. A few things are changed, more prominently the beginning. I’ll do my best to get all the details correct! Enjoy.

Harry Potter: The Boy who Fucked – Chapter 1: A Muggle Encounter

Harry Potter woke with a start, saturated in cold sweat and shaking. His nightmares involving a recollection of his parents’ deaths and the other horrible things he had seen throughout the last 6 years in the Wizarding world had began to occur more often; around three times a night.

Groping his bedside table for his glasses, Harry swept them on and muttered ‘Lumos’. A small orb of light appeared at the tip of his wand, brightening the dark bedroom. It was the end of June, only a week after his departure from Hogwarts, and he still was bored to death. Stranded at his contemptuous Uncle and Aunt’s house, he had nothing to do all day but read the annual copy of The Daily Prophet and study his magical textbooks.

He peered out the dirty window into the misty street outside, pondering what to do next. Deciding to force himself to go to sleep as he would need his energy to survive the following months here which usually left him famished, Harry distinguished his wand and lay back on his bed, shutting his eyes tightly.

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Harry strolled along the long road, looking at the Muggle houses which were completely identical. He made his way into the small Muggle town near the Dursleys’ house and looked at each shop window, hoping but not expecting to see something even remotely exciting. Suddenly, a woman caught his eye in a shabby little cheese shop to his left.

Long auburn hair that reached her forearms and a soft, heart-shaped face was only the preview for the lower part of her body; She looked to have ample size tits, round and not sagging in the least, and she had a generic “hourglass figure” with a very thin waist and a round ass that sat perfectly above her long, bronzed legs. Only wearing a tight t-shirt and small jean-shorts, she looked to be about Harry’s age, maybe a little older. Obviously a Muggle, Harry thought, but not bad. . .not bad at all.

The door chimed as the woman stepped out of the cheese shop, bag in hand, and made her way away from Harry, hips swinging seductively as she went. Deciding quickly, Harry
caught up with her briskly and, looking around for anyone who might see him, pointed his wand at the bag she was carrying and muttered ‘Relashio’

The bag ripped loudly and its contents spilled onto the ground underneath the girl. Harry rushed beside her to help quickly.

“Shit!”, the girl said loudly, then, realizing that Harry had heard her, blushed and added “Sorry. . . didn’t realize you were there”

“No problem,” said Harry, helping her store the cheese back in her bag.

“I’m Stacy”, the girl said, holding her small hand out to meet Harry’s.

“Harry”, he replied.

“You live around here, or . . .?” she asked, but Harry was paying no attention; her tits had captured his gaze quickly, jiggling as she moved to pick things up.

“Oh. . .”, Harry said, blushing, as she leaned down to meet his eyes, “Sorry”

She laughed sexily “Not a problem, happens occasionally”

“Only occasionally?” Harry replied. She giggled seductively again.

“Listen,” Stacy said awkwardly, but smiling “Want to come back to my place? My parents are on holiday for the weekend, it’s one of the rare times I can have friends over.

“Oh,” Harry said, surprised, “W-why?.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Stacy said. “To relax, listen to music…maybe something else if the mood strikes.” She said with the smallest of winks.

“Sure, definitely” Harry said, knowing what she implied.

They walked to her house; it was just around the corner.

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“You can sit on the couch if you’d like, Harry” Stacy said. He did, and she sat beside him.

“Want to watch a movie or something?” she suggested.

“A. . .” Harry’s mind went blank. What was a movie again?, “Oh, right, yeah. Okay”

Stacy slid a disc into the small silver box near her TV, then sat back on the couch, this time closer to Harry.

“So, how long have you lived here?” said Harry, trying to start conversation.

“About three years so far. We moved here because my Dad was promoted; we used to live in Florida”

“America?” Harry said, again drawing a blank on this term.

“The. . . country?”

“Oh, right”

“Do you like it here better?”

“Not really. Much better weather there, but I suppose it’s okay here”

“Do, er, do you have a boyfriend?” Harry asked nervously. “If you don’t mind me asking” He added.

She giggled at his embarassment. “Not right now, no. I wish I did though. . . it gets boring without” she paused. “Company” she said with a naughty smile. The movie rolled but neither paid attention; Harry staring intently at her amazing body, Stacy gazing seductively into his eyes. They were silent for several minutes, glancing at the movie occasionally but eyes mainly on each other.

“Want a drink or something?” Stacy said, breaking the awkward silence.

She went to a shelf in the other room, the kitchen, bending on the tips of her toes to grab two glasses. As she bent, her tits jiggled and her shirt road up, exposing her curvaceous body even more. His dick acting for him, Harry crept up behind her and clutched her hips, rubbing them. “Who needs music?” he whispered in her ear.

Harry reached from behind to cup her tits, jiggling them and rubbing the peaks of her nipples. She moaned sexily and thrust her ass backwards into his crotch, sending his now rigid cock to rub her ass roughly. He spun her around and ripped her tiny t-shirt off in a single swipe. Taking a moment to view her bare tits, which hung firm and perky on her chest, Harry closed in on them with his mouth.

Taking one firm peak of her tit in his mouth, Harry suckled roughly, occasionally biting the nipple so that it hurt but in a good way.

“Oh, fuck! I forgot how good this felt!” Stacy moaned, panting slightly.

Harry continued to suck, altering between her two tits and began reaching behind to squeeze her round ass roughly. He lowered her shorts and panties off of her waist quickly, then, still sucking, began to run his fingers around her pussy, getting closer to her clit but never touching. As he let her tit out of his mouth, she moaned and he kissed his way down her tight stomach. “The couch. . .” She muttered, gasping for breath. Harry stopped and, taking her hand, led her over and onto the couch.

He darted his tongue around the edges of her pink, small pussy. Perfect. . .he thought, taking in the swollen lips and creamy pink center with his eyes. His dick was harder than ever now. “Please. . . ” she moaned in a sweet voice “Stop teasing . . . Fuck me, Harry.