Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 3

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. Harry had no idea that he

wasn't far from the truth.

When Vernon poked his head into the room and told Harry that

they were going out and he was to stay in his room, he barely

replied to his uncle. He couldn't care less whether or not the

Dursley's were in the house, it made no difference to him. He

would still just sit there, waiting for Hedwig to return with

replies and much needed information. He lay on his bed as the

sky outside grew steadily darker, and the air temperature

dropped below thirty at long last. He stretched out and began

to feel hungry, considering heading downstairs to get a bite

to eat from the fridge. The lock on his door was no issue, he

had been taught how to pick locks by Fred and George.

There was a bang downstairs, and Harry froze. He heard voices

drift up to his room from the hall, and his thoughts flew to

burglars. But then he realised that burglars wouldn't be so

loud and crash through the door. He thought too of Death

Eaters, and a hard lump of fear rose in his throat. He heard

the door in front of him click, and swing open slowly on its

hinges. He thought to himself that Death Eater's would more

likely knock the door down than unlock it. He was on his feet

by this point, holding his wand aloft, and he rounded the

edge of his doorframe, pointing his wand down the stairs into

the hall. He was pleased but surprised to see not figures in

black, but a group of about eight or nine wizards who all

looked to be staring at him.

'Lower your wand, boy, before you take someone's eye out' said

a gruff voice that Harry thought he recognised.

'Professor.. Moody?' he said uncertainly.

'I don't know so much about "Professor' growled Moody, 'never

got round to much teaching, did I? Get down here, we want to

see you properly.'

Harry lowered his wand slightly, but did not descend the

stairs. He was still suspicious, with very good reason, as

the Mad Eye Moody he had spent nine months with last year

had turned out to be not Moody at all, but Barty Crouch Jr

conspiring to lure him into Voldemort's trap and have him

killed. However he heard a voice from the back of the crowd,

one that he recognized greatly.

'It's alright, Harry, we've come to take you away.'

'P-Professor Lupin?' he stammered, 'Is that you?'

And he began to make his way down the stairs to the group. He

lowered his wand to his side as he was introduced to the crowd

of people before him. Moody, Lupin, the bald black Kingsley,

the young attractive Tonks and the wheezy silver haired Elphias

Doge. Dedalus Diggle, who he'd met before, and Hestia Jones over

by the toaster, and two others named Emmeline vance and Sturgis

Podmore. It transpired that he would be leaving after all, and

he would have cheered in joy if they hadn't all been looking at

him. Soon the group moved into action, and Moody told Harry to

go and pack. Tonks offered to help, and together they headed

upstairs to his room. It was a tip, and packing was difficult,

but Harry had other things on his mind.

As Tonks bent over his bed trying to reach something down the

side, Harry was admiring her figure. She was slender but also

shapely and curvy, with flowing brown hair and a heart shaped

face. She sported an impressive rack, and a hot ass. She was

probably in her twenties, but looked more like a hot teen. He

could think of only one thing, and that was the spellbook of

Eroticism. He didn't have long, but he knew just the spell for

the job. It's description had read:

The Fallacio Hex - A quick spell for when the caster is in a

hurry. This hex causes the target to immediately give a blowjob

to the caster, working hard to finish them in minutes. It is

guaranteed to yield results, and when satisfied the caster must

cast the finito spell, causing the target to fall unconscious

for one minute, giving them time to cover up or escape.

Warning! - The target will forget the contact entirely when the

finito spell is cast

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

undetectable by the wizarding trace but highly

illegal to perform

Harry waited for Tonks to reach down the side of the bed again,

before taking his wand out of his pocket and casting the hex on

the ass pointing at him. The effect was instant, and the spells

emphasis on speed was not exaggerated. Tonks jumped up and spun

round onto her knees. Within seconds she had unzipped his flies

and his already semi hard cock had sprung forth into her reach.

She leant forward and began sucking on the tip, using her tongue

to tickle his shaft. It felt great, and Harry sighed in relief

to have a girl giving him head again. He copped a quick feel of

her tits as she worked at his cock. Tonks was far better than

Laura had been, and he groaned with pleasure as she lurched

forward, deepthroating his pulsing rod with ease. He placed his

hands on either side of her head and began pulling it back and

forth over his shaft, pushing his tip in and out of her throat.

She gagged, and gasped for air, but Harry was enjoying himself

far too much for mercy. He forced his cock deeper, and mashed

her face against the base of his crotch. He could feel his end

nearing, and began to pant. He gave one last thrust, and sprayed

a load of his cum deep into Tonks' ravaged throat. Several wads

coated her insides, before Harry grabbed his wand from where he

had left it on the bed and cast the finito charm. Tonks fell to

the floor, and Harry zipped his flies up swiftly. He lifted her

up and placed her where she had been on the bed, then he waited

for a minute for her to wake. Eventually she stirred, and he

nudged her shoulder.

'Tonks?' he questioned, 'You all right?'

'Yeah' she mumbled, 'Dunno.. wh.. Just dozed off...'

'Rush of blood to the head?' Harry suggested innocently, turning

back to his trunk and continuing to pack. He saw her shrug out

of the corner of his eye, and resume packing. He had to resist

the urge to do a victory arm pump, as he had just gotten away

with a daring and risky endevour.

When they emerged a couple of minutes later from his room, Moody

looked at his watched and signaled it was time to go. Harry was

grinning from ear to ear.