Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 7

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism

Chapter 7 - Quirky

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or

characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any

affiliation with its author

Harry scowled darkly to himself, as he and Ginny dragged

their heavy luggage through the packed train. He knew he

shouldn't blame Ron and Hermione for having to go to the

prefect carriage. But all the same, he couldn't shake off

the feeling that it was a tragic loss. Never once had he

traveled on the Hogwarts Express without Ron.

They continued past many people he knew, and he received

an occasional greeting or wondering stare. People were

not as friendly as normal, but that was to be expected.

He was 'an attention seeking delusional teenager' now, as

the profit would have people believe.

Towards the back of the train they found Neville, who was

struggling along with his large trunk in one hand and his

toad Trevor in the other.

While he and Ginny conversed Harry peered into the

Carriage they had just passed, and saw Fred and George

sat with their good friend Lee Jordan. They all had their

heads bent over several rolls of parchment with untidy

scrawls all over them, and they were laughing excitedly.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if this had something to

do with their grand business venture.

Little did Harry know just how much he was to thank for

their good spirits.

He turned and saw that Neville and Ginny had decided on

the carriage two down from him, and hurried to join them

inside. It was empty, save for one girl who Harry knew

by sight but had never spoken to.

She looked.. odd. Very odd, to say the least. With large

earrings and a neckless of butterbeer corks. Harry had

to resist laughing at the sight of her, sat there reading

an edition of the ludicrous 'Quibbler' upside down.

But there was some quality about her that he found rather

attractive. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she

had a certain factor to her that made her desirable. She

had long waist length dirty blonde hair, quite attractive

features and an impressive chest. He could only see some

of her legs under the long skirt she wore, but they

looked to be long and slender. Her eyes were deep blue,

and gave off a permanently surprised look as if she had

just been startled by someone.

"Hi Luna" Ginny greeted her cheerfully. "Is it okay if we

take these seats?"

Luna took a while to respond. Her eyes skated over Ginny

and Neville, and came to rest on Harry. She nodded.

They all took their time piling their trunks onto the

racks and stowing bags under seats. Eventually, when

they were all sat, Ginny spoke.

"Had a good summer, Luna?" she asked.

Luna replied in a dreamy voice. "Yes. Yes, it was quite

enjoyable, you know." Her eyes had not left Harry for

one moment. "You're Harry Potter?"

"I know I am" he replied, unsure of how to deal with her

eccentricity.

Neville giggled, and she turned to face him. "And I don't

know who you are."

"I'm.. nobody" replied Neville quickly.

Ginny relied sharply. "No you're not, Neville Longbottom

- Luna Lovegood. Luna's in my year, but in Ravenclaw."

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure" she sang

dreamily.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, while Ginny giggled.

There was a lapse in conversation, before Harry and

Neville got talking about each other's summer. Neville

had been given a new plant by his great uncle, that they

marveled over for several minutes. Harry carefully

skated over the subject of the hearing and the order,

telling Neville stories of avoiding Dudley and going

into central London.

While he talked, his attention became more and more

divided between Neville, with whom he was holding a

conversation, and Luna opposite him. Her incredible

magnetism, which he had noticed initially but not fully

understood, was drawing him to her like a bloodhound to

a criminal. When Neville popped his head out of the

compartment to see if the trolley was near, Harry found

himself staring at Luna's breasts intently. She was as

always fixated in her Quibbler, and didn't notice his

attentions.

Harry's thoughts jumped to the book, currently stored in

his rucksack. He had to do something.

Covertly, he took out his wand. Neville was still

peering down the corridor. Ginny had her head buried

in a copy of Quidditch weekly, looking at pictures of

her favorite team the Holly Head Harpies.

He pointed his wand at all three of them, murmuring

"Dormerio Primus."

The spell's description had been brief.

The Sleeping Spell - A very simple spell with very wide

application opportunity. The spell causes the target to

drift into a deep sleep within minutes, and keeps them in

this state for at least an hour unless very forcefully

roused. A sleeping victim will not be woken by any level

of sexual contact

Warning! - As with all spells in the volume, the casting is

undetectable by the wizarding trace but highly

illegal to perform

He proceeded to remain sat in the compartment, watching as

the spell began to take effect in all three of them. Ginny

was the first to fall, her head lolling lower and lower

until she collapsed onto the empty seat next to her.

Neville, who had returned to his seat, swiftly followed

suit and leant low in his seat, eyes closed and staring

upwards.

Luna took the longest. She seemed to fight the advances of

the spell, rubbing her eyes and yawning. But eventually

even she couldn't refrain from her desire to rest, and the

Quibbler slipped out of her hands onto the floor as she

sank low in her chair and her eyes rolled up into her head.

Harry got to his feet and went to lock the compartment

door, drawing down the blinds over the clear windows. He

then turned back to look at the scene before him. It was

ripe with opportunity.

He returned to where Luna sat, and he could already feel

himself growing with excitement. His pulsing cock was

threatening to leap free of his trousers by the time he

had unbuttoned her top.

He pulled away her loose fitting shirt to reveal a nice

surprise, a rather sexy looking skimpy bra that barely

covered her generously proportioned tits. Harry took them

in his hands and kneaded the soft flesh, enjoying the

succulent orbs as they wobbled beneath his grasp. Hot

with anticipation, he reached behind her and unclipped

her bra, watching in awe as the cups fell away to let her

assets swing freely.

He knelt down in front of her and took her tit in his

mouth, sucking on her delicate nipple. He loved how it grew

hard against his tongue. With a free hand he took the other

mound next to his head and twisted the purt nipple. Luna

moaned in her sleep, and Harry started. But she did not

wake. Evidently she could still feel pleasure in the trance

he had placed her in.

With his other hand he began exploring the rest of her body

eagerly, reaching down and sliding it up her inner thigh.

The long skirt gave way to reveal bare legs and a set of

panties that were even more revealing than her bra, if that

was possible. Harry forced them aside and buried a finger

in Luna's tight cunt. She was evidently a virgin, as he

worked hard to force himself knuckle deep into her soft

folds. He lifted the finger to his lips and tasted her

juices, relishing the sweet nectar. He lifted his hand

higher and forced the finger inside Luna's lips. She sucked

on it gently, seeming to enjoy the taste just as much as

he had. Harry laughed quietly, before got to his feet and

undid his flies. Harry's fully hard member shot out in a

flash and was ready to go to town.

He got down between Luna's now outstretched legs, and began

to prod at her wet entrance with the head of his cock. It

was difficult to find his way in, she was so tight. But

eventually he managed to push his head in and started to

ram home his length as hard as he could. Luna groaned

groggily, her tits swinging back and forth on her chest

as he pounded a good four inches into her. He wanted to

take it quite easy, reluctant to make her bleed or hurt.

She couldn't notice anything when she woke.

He soon got into a rhythm, and as her pussy widened to

allow more of him he slammed his full seven inches into

her delicious cunt. Despite being asleep she had a

content expression on her face, and soft moans rolled

out of her puckered lips. Harry sighed in ecstasy as he

began to feel his hips buckle and a glorious orgasm

overtook him. He pulled out of Luna and shot his load

of white ropes all over her heaving chest and breasts.

A strand landed neatly on her face, splayed over her

cheek and eye. She winced in her sleep as it landed, but

did not stir from her stupor.

Harry stood there for several seconds, enjoying looking

at her open body. He had enjoyed her, but his lust was

not fully quenched.

His gaze fell on Ginny.

Her head was perched precariously over the edge of the

seat, and she was sucking her thumb like a babe. A plan

formed in his head. Tempting. Inviting.

He walked over to her and opened her mouth carefully

with one hand. Tentatively, careful not to jog her, he

pulled out her thumb and let her wrist fall slackly over

the edge of the seat. Then he pushed his now semi hard

cock into her mouth. As he had hoped, her lips closed

around it and she began sucking it as she would her

thumb. Harry groaned in pleasure, as her tongue began

to inadvertently run up and down his shaft. He started

pumping slowly in and out of her mouth. Her wet lips

working him slowly to full hardness again.

After a time of this, he pushed harder and felt the head

of his cock prodding at the back of his throat. In her

trance like state, she had barely any gag reflex and his

entire length slid into her throat with ease. He started

pumping hard into her windpipe, facefucking her in

earnest. She coughed and spluttered, drool dangling from

the side of her mouth. Harry worked himself up to a

second huge orgasm in her throat, and when he was ready

he buried himself deep in her esophagus.

"Ugghhh" he moaned, spraying another load of cum straight

down her throat. He could feel her throat working to

swallow his spray, and it worked the tip of his cock

to prolong his orgasm and draw yet more cum out of him.

A couple of times she choked and shuddered, a gurgle

escaping her. When he was completely drained, Harry stood

and wiped off his soaking cock on a tissue.

He took in the scene below him, enjoying the site of the

two girls he had just enjoyed.

As he came down from his orgasm, the moral implications

of what he had done came to haunt him. But he convinced

himself that it was not a problem. As he dressed Luna,

and wiped the drool from Ginny's mouth, he figured that

the two of them had no idea what had gone on. They were

no worse for wear, and he knew that by the time a girl

like Luna got around to having sex she wouldn't notice

any abnormality in her pussy.

He zipped up his flies, sat back down at his seat, and

waited for the rest of them to wake. Harry smiled,

reliving the moments in his minds eye.