Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 1

Note: This is a sequel to Harry Potter and the Spellbook of

Desires. I have no affiliation with the prequel and claim no

rights to it

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism

Chapter 1 - Privet Drive

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or

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

affiliation with its author

As the hottest day of the year so far was reaching its peak,

Harry Potter was not outside, enjoying the warmth and the

sunlight. He was in his room, sipping on a can of coke he

had managed to steal from the Dursley's fridge. It was a

nice way to cool down, and he savored every sip.

The summers were normally an awful time for Harry, but this

one had been particularly bad so far. Dudley, having been

transformed by his diet and his new-found boxing talent, was

now big enough to pose a serious threat to Harry. He had

therefore been forced to avoid him at all costs, meaning he

had spent most of his summer outside in the neighborhood.

He would sit on benches and read newspapers, and sometimes

go and get a bite to eat. Money was no limit to him, for

although he couldn't duplicate his wizarding money, his

muggle money had no such charms protecting it. He had

learned the Gemino spell in a book that Easter, and wondered

how he had ever lived without it. It was handy, to be as

rich as he wanted, even in this world that he so hated and

despised. He had sat down on the last day of term, where he

could still do magic, and duplicated all his muggle savings

several times. But as he sat in his bedroom, finishing the

can of coke, this did little to improve his mood.

He had had no news of Voldemort, and though he presumed no

news was good news, he had been hoping for some small

contact with the wizarding world, even if it was through the

muggle news channels. He had tried watching the news in the

living room, but the Dursleys had shoed him away, with the

excuse that he had no need to find out about the muggle

world. It had nothing to do with 'his lot'. He had therefore

resorted to skulking in the hall or outside the window to

catch the reports. And still he had heard nothing.

As these gloomy thoughts invaded Harry's head he saw, to his

astonishment, an owl soaring through the air towards number

four. It wasn't one that had ever delivered to him before,

it was a handsome, large, jet black owl with a package in

it's claws. It landed on his windowsill, dropped off the

package, and took off again in a flurry of black feathers.

Harry stared, stunned, at the parcel now lying in front of

him as he sat there. It was wrapped in brown paper and in

a scrawl on the surface had been written the following words

It read: 'Dear John - I thought this might be useful to you

in your work at the department. It's just what you said you

were looking for - Hope you are well - Barry'

Now understanding that this was not for him, and the Owl had

clearly been confused, he considered sending Hedwig to go

call back the Black owl. But she was asleep in her cage, and

he was reluctant to wake her. He therefore decided that he

would discover what was in the package, and if he didn't

need it, he'd send it to the ministry, for he had no doubt

that the 'department' Barry mentioned, was a ministry dept.

He picked up the parcel and carefully unfolded the brown

paper, it fell away to reveal a blue, leather bound book. It

was small enough to fit in a pocket, but thick, and housed

what he guessed were a few hundred small pages. He flicked

open the first page, and written in the centre in blue ink

were the words:

Spellbook of Eroticism

Harry stared at the title for a few moments. He knew what

Eroticism meant, and he began to see in his minds eye an

inkling of what lay before him. Anticipating what he would

find, he opened up the second page, and a chapter heading

lay before him:

Chapter 1 - Section 1 - Spellwork

He read down the long list of spells, each one contained

a short description and many had a few diagrams next to

them. He read the first description with a grin growing on

his face. It read:

The Hornikolus Charm - A very simple spell almost guaranteed

to give results. Upon casting, the target will feel a strong

but subtle attraction to the caster, causing them to desire

some level of sexual contact with them. Certain external

factors may affect the level of attraction. The effects of

the spell last for between 1 to 2 hours, and they will end

either if the allotted time runs out or the caster receives

full satisfaction.

Warning! - The target will remember the contact entirely

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

undetectable by the wizarding trace but highly

illegal to perform

Warning! - After each casting, the target's permanent

disposition to the caster will increase

Harry re-read the description, hardly daring to believe it.

He expected Barry or John to summon the book at any moment,

and for it to be whisked away from his shaking hands. It was

so perfect, a book giving the owner an arsenal of techniques

to lure his or her wildest dreams into reality. And it had

been sent to him, completely by accident, with no way of

tracing the wrongly sent package. He would have laughed out

loud for joy if he hadn't known that the Dursleys were out

having tea in the Garden. The arrival of the miraculous book

had finally given him something to be happy about, and he

immediately began to wonder when the first opportunity to use

the books skills would arise. His thoughts immediately jumped

to Hermione, but she was far away, out of his reach, and he

couldn't wait that long.

He looked out of the window and down into the street. Two

streets down, on the corner, was an old play park full of

half broken swings and roundabouts. It was where the youths

of Little Whinging would go to hang out, and Harry had gone

there a couple of times. Most of the teenagers there knew

Harry from the school days before he turned eleven, and he

had a hard time getting on with some of them. However, a few

of the muggle girls from his neighborhood that sometimes

turned up there, he had looked upon with longing. With some

help from the book that lay before him, he could have a bit

of fun with one of them that very afternoon.

He read the description of the Hornikolus Charm a couple

more times, and memorized the diagrams showing the necessary

wand work. He then pulled on his shoes and tucked his wand

in his waistband. He shoved the book safely in his pillow

before standing and walking down the stairs into the hall.

He braced himself before stepping outside into the view of

the Dursley's, but luckily for harry they were on the other

side of the little garden with their backs to him, sipping

their tea quietly.

Harry walked down the path and onto the pavement, where he

strode down the street in anticipation of his upcoming

challenge. It would be difficult to cast a spell without

any muggle seeing, but he was confident with his ability.

As he rounded the corner of Privet Drive he saw the park, and

to his relief a few figures were sat on the disused swings,

passing round a cigarette. Harry, coming from a different

world than them, didn't smoke. He approached the group

nervously, hoping that Dudley and his gang weren't amongst

them. He was in luck, it was the group from Mangolia

crescent, not Privet Drive, that sat on the swings. A few

of them that knew Harry greeted him, and a few nodded

nervously in his direction. Harry was sure he was known in

the neighborhood as the boy from St.Brutus's detention

centre for incurably criminal boys. Though this was helpful

in getting people to leave him alone, it wasn't very useful

for making friends.

He sat down on the swings and when they offered the

cigarette to him he refused as usual. It was disgusting,

and he didn't understand why muggles opted to do it. He could

have cast a shield charm on his throat to prevent the

negative effects of the smoke, but he would be expelled.

As they sat and talked among themselves, Harry picked his

target. Of the seven other people in the park, three were

girls. The first was a rather podgy, short girl from number

twelve. His eyes skated over her instantly, and landed on

the second girl. She was scarily tall, and a bit too bulky

for Harry's liking.

The third girl, however, was gorgeous. Laura Stanford, from

number nineteen, sported long flowing brown hair and an

impressive rack. Her tight jean shorts accentuated her long

longs and her purt, round ass. An added bonus was that she

evidently didn't smoke, as she had refused several times

whilst he'd been sat there. She would be his conquest, if

he could pull it off. The only tricky part was casting the

charm without any notice from the other muggles, and as they

all sat together on the swings that was impossible. He bided

his time, waiting for some of them to leave. After a couple

more cigarettes most of them left, leaving Laura and another

guy. He was trying his luck with her, but she had shut him

down almost instantly, making it fairly clear she wasn't

interested by folding her legs and crossing her arms. Harry

was slightly behind the two of them, and he knew it was now

or never. He lifted his wand from his waist and pointed it

at her back, whispering 'Hornikolus', and performing the

movements accordingly. The spell was invisible, and he

wasn't immediately sure it had worked, but he noticed a

change in Laura's demenour as she began to turn to him. He

stuffed his wand in his pocket quickly before she saw it,

and smiled at her as she stared at him with what could only

be described as longing in her eyes.

'Hello?' asked the boy, 'I'm still here, you know.'

Laura turned back to him and muttered 'shut up, Matt.' She

turned back to Harry and gave him a quick wink.

Harry could already feel a bulge growing in his pants, and

he nodded his head towards the large clump of bushes on the

right of the playground.

'Why don't you run along, Matt' she commanded, not taking

her eyes off of Harry. To his relief, Matt stood and left

the park looking gloomy. As he wandered off down the road,

Harry and Laura stood in unison and walked slowly into the

clump of bushes. A clearing in the centre provided adequate

cover, and they stopped there, Laura backing up against a

tree trunk, with one leg raised.

'I always really liked you, Harry' she said in a sexy,

sultry voice.

'Oh really?' answered Harry, taking a step towards her,

'The guy from St.Brutus's?'

Laura looked at the floor and nodded, 'I like bad boys'

she murmured, looking back at him with a gleam in her

eyes. He could see her already erect nipples through her

tight t-shirt, and knew she was gagging for it. He took

another step towards her, and know she was within his

grasp. She leant forward and they began to make out, her

pushed up against the tree and Harry groping every inch of

her body he could reach. He paused to pull off her t-shirt,

stared at the cute teen tits below. She was wearing a frilly

black bra that was a couple of sizes to small, showing off

her curves. She stuffed a hand down his trousers and felt

his rapidly growing cock. Harry suppressed a grunt of pure

pleasure as he began to receive his first handjob.

He could tell she had done it before as she worked his

shaft back and forth, moaning in pleasure as Harry reached

down her jean shorts and felt her tight pussy. He stuck a

finger in and moved it back and forth, in unison with her

own strokes of his cock. They both gave hand for a few

minutes, until Harry was desperate for more. He pulled his

hand out of her shorts, and looked her in the eyes.

'Are you gonna suck it, or what?' he asked her bluntly.

She flashed him a cheeky grin, 'I was just considering

it' she replied.

She let go of his cock and knelt down onto the grass. She

proceeded to unzip his jeans and pull down his pants and

boxers, revealing his now fully hard six inches. Almost

tentatively, she reached out and licked the tip. Harry

grunted in pleasure as she then began moving her lips back

and forth over his rod. He couldn't help but take the back

of her head in his hands and give her a little help. For

the next few minutes she worked more and more of his cock

into her little mouth, until eventually she was deep-

throating five inches of it like a pro. He let out a deep

sigh of satisfaction and closed his eyes, letting her do

all the work.

After a couple more minutes of sucking he began to feel his

approaching end, as her throat enveloped his full six inches

'I'm cumming, Laura!' he warned her, 'anytime now..'

'Cum on my face!' she pleaded in a ridiculously slutty moan.

Harry was only too happy to oblige her, and he pulled out

his cock just as it began to throb and swell. She opened

her mouth and stuck out her tongue, her eyes closed in

anticipation of the cum that was to about to be plastered

to her face.

'Uuhnng!' grunted harry as a healthy portion of his warm,

sticky cum erupted onto Laura's waiting face. Strands of

it landed in her eyes and mouth and she smiled up at him,

blinking rapidly as Harry spattered his last few dregs of

cum onto her cheeks. She giggled up at him and gulped down

the semen that had dripped into her mouth, before standing

and wiping her face with her T-Shirt.

'You enjoyed that?' asked Harry, smiling. He knew the effects

of the spell would have ended on his orgasm, and he was

curious to find out her thoughts.

Laura blushed slightly. 'Well, I'll have to wash this

T-shirt, but I don't regret it. I had a slight crush on

you at school' she admitted, blushing still further.

Harry grinned, and when he knew she had enjoyed their little

encounter, he began to think about the rest of the summer,

and the possibility of repeating the feat.

'You reckon we could do this again some time?' he asked

tentatively, pulling up his jeans.

She smiled at him. 'We'll see' she giggled, and winked

cheekily and sexily.

They said their farewells and parted ways, Harry back

towards Privet drive and Laura to Mangolia Crescent. He

had a broad grin etched across his face, as he relived in

his mind's eye the last few glorious minutes of his summer.