Love Potion Number Nine (Ch. 5)

Love Potion Number Nine

Chapter 5

“And as the magical moon of Saturn lines up with our planet next week, I believe that you’ll feel the difference in your magic power,” Professor Aurora said to the class who were writing down notes. “Ohhhh! Heavens …” she moaned before clearing her throat. “Yes! Look to the heavens next week and I’m sure that you’ll be intrigued by what you see,” she covered for herself as her body twitched in pleasure.

As she was sitting in her comfy chair behind her large, wooden desk, she threaded her fingers through Harry Potter’s hair and gently scratched his scalp repeatedly. Her robe was hiked up revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath … at least from the waist down. Her smooth and shapely legs were splayed wide open giving Harry plenty of space to work his magic.

Harry used his thumbs to spread her swollen lips open as he dipped his face back down. Sticking his tongue inside of her, he did what she had taught him and activated his Parselmouth abilities. Immediately, the results were clear. Aurora’s sexy thighs clamped down on his head tightly as her wet pussy began contracting and fluttering over his tongue. He tried his best to drink down all of the fragrant juices that she was leaking, but it was a fool’s errand. Her arousal dripped down his chin and stained the front of his school robes. Harry didn’t care though. He was more than proud to smell like the pussy of the sexiest teacher in the school. His hands slid up to her thighs, and he let them wander. Up and down they traveled over the many inches of incredibly smooth and soft skin. From experience, he knew that the softest skin was on the upper part of her inner thigh, so that’s where his hands ended up. His huge cock strained in his pants as his fingers sensually brushed over the delicate skin of her leg. As he did so, he could feel her body tremble even more. It seemed that she liked his tender ministrations.

Unable to help herself, she grabbed the back of his head and began grinding her pussy all over Harry’s mouth and face. Within seconds his face was smeared with her juices. When his nose hit her hard and swollen clit, she squealed enough for the class to look up before waving their concerns away. Angling her body differently, she exposed her puckered hole to him. Knowing what she wanted, Harry began tracing the smooth rim of her asshole with the tip of his tongue. That alone was enough to make her cum. She tried hard not to spasm uncontrollably, and she felt that she did an admirable job. A few squeaks and squirms were all that she showed as her pussy gushed her juices down his face, and her heady scent filled the room and hardened many of the young boys’ sad, little cocks. Thankfully, the class ended, and she was able to shoo them away. Once alone, Harry popped up from underneath her desk. Aurora wasted no time in pulling him in for a very deep and passionate kiss. Tasting herself on him only turned her on even more. She quickly scheduled some alone time with him and sent him on his way. Harry left smiling happily.

When he caught up with Hermione, she asked him, “What are you so happy about?” He could see that she was sniffing the air, likely smelling Professor Sinistra on him. “And where were you?”

“Just having a pleasant day. And the professor asked me to run some errands for her. It’s not like I could say no, after all,” he explained with a lie. Hermione of course bought it since she would practically do anything for the teachers. They made their way to their next class.

Once the classes of the day were over, Harry found himself at dinner with the girls on each side of him. They had begun grabbing his favorite foods for him, and Hermione even trimmed the fat off of his steak and cut it up into pieces. He raised an eyebrow at them, but they seemed to find this turn of events completely normal. Whatever was happening around here was getting stronger. It was normal for him to be groped by girls when walking down the hall. Earlier that day, Millicent Bulstrode had reached out and grabbed his crotch as he walked by. It was all becoming very normal situations for him. While Hermione scooped mashed potatoes onto his plate, and Ginny added some peas and carrots, he never noticed a French witch looking at him with wide, dilated eyes.

Fleur Delacour gently stroked her fingertips down the side of her delicate neck. Her face was flush and her Allure was going absolutely wild. When one blonde-haired boy that vaguely resembled a ferret walked by, he was zapped by her wildly fluctuating Allure and he cried out, “Ohhh!” while he creamed his pants. Holding his messy crotch, everyone laughed at him as he ran away embarrassed. She barely even noticed him. No, all of her attention was focused on one boy … Harry Potter. She just didn’t know what it was about him. Older and better-looking men had hit on her a thousand times, and she never batted an eyelash at them. They were well below her standards. This boy, however, was driving her wild. She needed to know more. She needed to get him alone and spend some time around him. Maybe then she would figure out why she was so enamored with him. The only problem was that he was surrounded by sluts. The biggest two sandwiched him at every meal. Then there was a busty blonde skank and an Indian whore that always sat in front of him. She noticed that the blonde always unbuttoned more than a few buttons on her blouse before he arrived every day.

She would need to figure it out. She couldn’t go another night touching herself to get some relief. Her pussy was becoming sore. ‘I need him to kiss it better,’ she suddenly thought before pinching herself. She needed to concentrate. In the meanwhile, she continued to stare at him while intimately rubbing her thighs together.

Love Potion Number Nine

It was late at night as the Fat Lady’s portrait swung open. From the inside, an overly excited third year stuck his head out and blushed madly as Fleur appeared from around the corner.

“I’m here like I said I would!” he gasped out, breathing heavily in her glorious presence. Fleur smiled and stepped past him. Looking around, she could see that the Common Room was dark except for the light that the crackling fireplace produced. She didn’t enjoy the cold, drafty castle very much, but she had to admit that at the moment, the room looked quite cozy and romantic. Turning back to the boy, she saw that he had his mouth hanging open while staring at her. She smiled and tapped him on the chin lovingly.

“Thank you for letting me in,” she told him smoothly and hit him with a major dose of her Allure.

“Oh! Ohhhhhh!” he cried out, holding his groin and falling over. She giggled as he passed out cold. Stepping around him, she followed the directions that the boy had given her after dinner and went up the stairs to the fourth-year boys' dormitory. Opening the door as quietly as possible, her ears were immediately assaulted by the sound of heavy snoring. Using the snores to hide her footsteps, she found that the perpetrator was an unattractive ginger boy. Moving to the next bed, she smiled when she saw her target. Not knowing about the strangeness that he was recently enduring, she opened a vial which immediately let out a cloud of gas. Having already taken the antidote, she didn’t need to worry about her being affected. When the cloud had dissipated, she found that the snoring had stopped. Going back to the ginger, she smacked him in the face. When he didn’t wake up, she nodded happily. Returning to Harry, she placed a few drops of antidote into his mouth and waited a few seconds. When she saw him start to stir, she got ready.

Harry groggily opened his eyes as his mattress shifted. Thinking that one of the girls had joined him again for some midnight fun, he smiled and kicked off his boxers. Grabbing the soft and warm body next to him, he pulled her on top of him and kissed her deeply.

Fleur’s heart began hammering in her chest when Harry grabbed her nude body and pulled her on top of him. Her gasp was cut off when his tongue entered her mouth. Having no choice, she added her own tongue into the mix while his experienced hands slid down her bare back and cupped her shapely bottom. She could feel his hands moving over her naked ass, sometimes gently, and sometimes a bit rougher. She liked both and even shivered when his fingertips dipped into the crack of her ass and brushed over her asshole and pussy lips. She desperately moaned into his mouth as her Veela Allure flared wildly. She didn’t know it at the time, but every straight boy and even some girls in Gryffindor Tower would wake up from having wet dreams.

Harry felt the taller and larger body on top of him, and when he noticed that her breasts were bigger than Hermione or Ginny’s, he wondered who had joined him in bed. Rolling her over, he reared up slightly and saw the incredible Fleur Delacour underneath him. She was the talk of the boys' dormitory since she had arrived at the castle. Hell, practically every boy in school ogled her on a daily basis. Now she was in his bed breathing heavily. He was so worked up that he didn’t even bother questioning why she was there. He was just happy that she was. From the fire burning nearby, he could see that her face was a little flush. He looked down and saw her spectacular breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths. He saw her look embarrassed and blush.

Being a virgin, Fleur wasn’t used to having her nude body touched and stared at. But this was Harry Potter, her dream man for the past couple of weeks. If anyone deserved to touch her, it was him. As his hand slid up her toned and taut belly, she bit her lip and let her eyes flutter. Her back arched just as his hands slid over her breasts. As she pushed her breasts into his palms, she moaned loudly when the tips of her hard and crinkled nipples were being stimulated. Harry smiled and removed his hands before pinching her nipples. She gasped loudly as she watched him roll the tips between his fingers before tugging on them. She watched as her nipples stretched upward before letting go and letting them snap back into place.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered to her as his hand traveled down her belly. She shuddered when his finger began toying with the rim of her belly button.

“Merci,” she whispered back in her sexy French accent.

Her body was trembling more than it ever had before as his hand explored her perfect body. “ ‘Arry!” she whispered in need when he lowered his head and kissed her aching nipple. Just as he did so, his hand began exploring her mound. Harry didn’t feel any hair at all. In fact, he didn’t even feel any stubble like he did with most of the other girls. It was as if she was born hairless from the neck down. The skin of her mound was the softest and smoothest that he had ever felt. Harry could feel the heat radiating from her burning hot pussy that was only inches away. He didn’t know this, but a Veela’s body became hotter the more that they became sexually aroused. They were creatures of lust and fire after all. The heat coming from between her legs was immense. Moving the blanket aside, her scent wafted up and nearly made him cum right there on the spot. She smelled better than any girl that he had been with. Her scent was similar to a normal girl’s, but with something added that he couldn’t quite figure out. Nevertheless, it was intoxicating.

Fleur mewled sexily and parted her legs for him when his fingers drifted down from her mound and onto her soaking wet lips. It felt as if her body was feverish, and when exposed to the cold air of the room, her lovely body erupted in goosebumps. Fleur began to shiver, but she didn’t know if it was because of the cold air or his fingers sliding up and down between her lips.

“More, ‘Arry!” she gasped as her body started grooving with the motion of his fingers. She didn’t expect for him to lower himself down and settle between her parted legs. Her body trembled as she let a boy put his face so close to her treasured area for the first time in her life. It was considered a gift for a Veela to allow a male to taste her in such a way. When his tongue touched her pale and puckered hole, she shrieked in pleasure as it continued upward, over her damp slit, and onto her swollen hood that was hiding her throbbing little bead. Forgetting about being proper, she reached out and grabbed his head as her legs wrapped around the back of his neck. Pulling him so close, she practically smothered him in her pussy. Her eyes were twitching, and her body was on fire as her lover licked and slurped at her hard and aching clit. When his mouth let it go with a wet pop, she was about to loudly complain when her legs were suddenly pushed up. Her eyes widened considerably when she felt his tongue lapping at her asshole.

Every time that his talented tongue would swipe at the sensitive area, her cheeks would flex, and she would let out a cute, little squeal. At first, it was a strange sensation, but within a few minutes, she grew to love the attention that her ass was receiving. Even though she greatly enjoyed it, her baser desires hadn’t yet been sated. Pulling his head up to hers, she kissed him deeply and ground her wet pussy against his straining cock, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

Getting the hint, Harry happily sat up and lifted one of her long, perfect legs over his shoulder. He grabbed his throbbing shaft and rubbed it up and down the length of her dripping wet slit. Mewling, she arched her back and presented her wonderfully shaped breasts just as he pushed in. As a Veela, she didn’t have to worry about the pain of her first time. Her body was made for giving and receiving pleasure. She felt inch after inch slide inside of her with his fat shaft stretching her tight tunnel.

“Holy shit!” Harry moaned loudly. He had never felt anything so incredible. It was as if her pussy was made for him. She was so incredibly tight that he was having trouble just pulling back. When he finally did, he thrust back in and was squeezed tightly by her.

“It feels good!” she squealed as her body tilted to the side a bit. Blushing madly when his free hand reached down and began generously rubbing her swollen clit, she couldn’t help but moan as his hips began picking up the pace. The wet squelching sounds of an incredibly tight pussy being fucked filled the dorm room. Even though the other four boys in the room were soundly and magically asleep, they too moaned from the sheer amount of Veela magic radiating out of her body. With her perfect tits bouncing and flopping with every thrust, she slid her hands up her belly and cupped them. Biting her lip, she pinched her hard nipples and began to pull at them slightly while her pussy fluttered over the cock that was currently railing her.

Harry peppered her leg with soft kisses as his hips repeatedly slammed against her open crotch. He was surprised that he lasted so long with such an exquisite pussy around his shaft. When Fleur squealed and clamped down on him, there was no way that he could hold back. Pushing in as deep as he could, he let loose a torrent of hot cum that filled her up as her body thrashed and flopped around.

When he was finally finished filling her, Fleur flopped back on the bed, breathing heavily. His hand continued to glide over her smooth mound and hard clit. Suddenly feeling tired, Fleur pulled him next to her and covered them with his blanket. Throwing a leg over him to keep him trapped next to her, she also draped her body over his chest to keep him there. Seeing that he was stuck, Harry held her tightly and fell asleep next to her.