Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 9

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism

Chapter 9 - Share The Load

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or

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

affiliation with its author

Neville swallowed nervously, as the carriage wobbled and

bounced over the rough ground. The rest of the inhabitants

of his bench were jolted along with him, and there was a

smattering of laughter from them. That was all very well.

They knew each other.

He had been separated from his friends on the platform, and

had to find an alternative self pulling carriage to take

him up to the castle. The only obvious option had been one

that was almost filled with a group of rowdy sixth years.

Though they seemed nice enough they were intimidating to

him, and he spent most of the journey staring out of the

window into the creeping darkness.

Neville had told his friends that his summer had been good.

But in truth it had been abysmal. They didn't know that he

had no other friends. Though he knew Harry's summers were

often a lonely affair, he had been lucky enough to spend

most of this one with the Weasley's and Hermione in London.

Whilst Neville had had to listen to the same questions over

and over from his ageing relatives. 'How's school?'. 'What

have you been up to?'. 'My, haven't you grown!'. It was

enough to push him nearly to insanity.

And the matter of insanity was what made him so upset, and

kept him awake at nights.

He had been to see his parents a couple of times over the

summer. And both visits had hurt, right to his core. They

still did not recognize him, let alone want to speak to

him. And both times he had been rushed away when his father

started to become confused and violent. It broke his heart

to witness him like that.

And, with each visit to the hospital, Neville found himself

thinking of him less as his father.. and more as a strange

man called Frank.

He shook his head to clear it, wiping a tear away with his

sleeve. Now wasn't the time to be introspective, he told

himself.

The carriage came to a grinding halt outside the enormous

front doors that led into the Hogwarts entrance hall. He

waited for the sixth years to file out, before following

them out into the rain with his bags in one hand and a

struggling Trevor in the other.

He noted to himself that the girl holding the door open

for him was very pretty.

Then he shook himself. 'What's the point?' said a cold

voice inside his head. 'You couldn't get a girl like that

in a million years.'

Unfortunately it was right.

Hoisting the bags onto his shoulder, Neville trudged up

the stone steps and into the grand entrance hall. The

walls were already lined with trunks and cages, so he

began making his way slowly down the first floor corridor

to deposit his things.

His heart began to fill with dread when he saw Malfoy,

Crabbe and Goyle lingering up ahead.

He would have turned and headed the other way. But they

had already noticed him. And trying to avoid them was

like a written invitation for Crabbe and Goyle to start

something. The best tactic was just to keep calm and

carry on.

As he drew nearer, he could see Goyle begin to crack his

knuckles. And Crabbe emitted a low, rumbling laugh. Malfoy,

who had his back to the entrance hall, seemed perplexed by

their behavior. But when he turned and saw the object of

their taunts, a slight sneer permeated his expression.

"Ah. Longbottom" he chuckled to himself. "Good summer?"

Neville gulped, but tried to hide it. He didn't answer, and

continued walking.

"Its rude to ignore people, you know, Longbottom!" called

out Crabbe. Goyle got in the way of Neville's progress,

forcing him to stop and acknowledge the pair.

"Move" he mumbled.

"What's that, sorry?" asked Goyle loudly.

Neville made the mistake of trying to brush past Goyle. He

was half way around him when the thug shoved him roughly

into the stone wall of the corridor. Neville felt the wind

rush out of him and his bags fall from his hands, though he

managed to keep a hold on Trevor. He slowly slid down the

wall onto the floor, gasping for breath and staring up at

his tormentors.

Goyle laughed loudly along with Crabbe, while the sneer on

Malfoy's face grew wider.

"What are you going to do, Longbottom? Go crying to mummy?"

His words were like ice in Neville's heart, for that was

the one thing he couldn't do.

"Oh wait!" Malfoy continued. "You can't do that! She's..."

He was cut off by Goyle signalling to him to move. They all

looked left and set off at a brisk pace towards the great

hall. Neville understood why moments later when a large

crowd of first years came scurrying past.

He got to his feet, dusting off his robes. Malfoy's closing

words had stuck with him.

Did he know?

Neville knew Lucius Malfoy was a powerful man. And one that

likely had sources all over the wizarding world. So it was

not out of the question that he and, in turn, Draco knew

about his past. But for Malfoy to bring it up as insult?

That was a low that even he found hard to believe.

He dropped his bags, and stowed Trevor in the pocket of his

robes. After bracing himself and steeling his resolve, he

started out from the wall and headed to the great hall to

find a seat.

Upon entering the hall he spotted his friends roughly half

way down the Gryffindor table, and hurried over to where

they sat. Harry and Ron greeted him and apologized for

losing him on the platform.

Neville shrugged. "It's fine, I made it alright."

He took a seat next to Harry and opposite Ron. He noted

Lavender next to Ron, but couldn't quite meet her eyes.

Neville had had a thing for Lavender for some time, even

longer than his lusting for Ginny that he kept very quiet.

But she was well out of his league. He knew he'd have to

either wrestle a few trolls or grow a twelve inch dick

before she would consider him.

'The latter of those is actually more likely' he thought

wryly to himself with an inward chuckle.

Within moments the whole hall was seated, and Dumbledore

rose from his chair to address the school. Neville zoned

out quickly, hardly caring anymore about his headmaster's

words.

The idea of school was repellent to him at the moment. It

all seemed so redundant, with the darkest wizard of all

time on the loose. They needed to be out there, working

up resistance and preparing. But no, all that seemed to

happen was the wizarding world looked at Harry like a

lying child.

He found it a marvel that Harry was holding together as

well as he was. The entire ministry calling him a liar,

and he still found the time to laugh and make jokes.

Neville would soon find out what kept Harry in such high

spirits.

He turned and saw that Harry had also zoned out of the

speech. Harry looked at him and grinned.

In a low voice he asked Neville, "Which girl at this

table do you think is the hottest?"

Neville frowned. It was particularly unlike Harry to

talk so freely about girls. But he understood the question

fair enough. After several moments of looking around, he

turned back to him and replied quietly, "Lavender, of

course."

Neville looked over briefly to see if she had noticed her

name being spoken. But she remained focused on Dumbledore.

Harry let out a hushed laugh. "Fair enough" he commented.

There was silence between them for a long time. Neville

watched as Dumbledore finished talking and a woman, the

new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, took to the

stage. Her absurd speech began putting the entire hall to

sleep. People began talking quietly, and the focus of

the hall shifted.

Neville heard Harry's voice in his ear.

"So Lavender, huh?"

He swallowed. "Uh, yeah... why?"

But he didn't get an answer. All he saw, in the corner of

his eye, was Harry's wand pointing under the table. His

friend murmured a few hushed words, and Neville waited

with baited breath.

There was a clatter, and he looked over at Lavender.

"Whoops" she laughed cheerily, and she got down off the

bench and under the table. Ron had looked her way, but

Neville noticed that Padma Patil was very deliberately

looking the other direction.

He had little chance to notice much else however, for

he felt a pair of hands on his legs at that moment.

"Enjoy this, mate" came Harry's quiet voice from his

left. "And don't let those guys get you down."

Neville held his breath as he felt what he now knew to

be Lavender's hands begin unbuckling his belt. The long

Gryffindor tablecloth hid her from view of the hall, but

he was very much still in view. Neville had never even

pecked a girl on the cheek. He had no idea how he would

hold up to where this was clearly going.

He could feel Lavender sliding his belt out of the

buckle, then start to slide down his zipper. Anyone else

in the great hall wouldn't hear the sound, but to him it

sounded like an angry bull charging through the front

doors.

She reached into his trousers and pulled out his cock,

which was only just hardening. Neville gulped, keeping

his eyes fixed on one of the large Hogwarts hangings that

adorned the walls. He had to fight the urge to sigh as

Lavender's delicate hands took hold of his rapidly

swelling manhood and began stroking back and forth.

Any blood that would have rushed to his brain in order

to better understand how Harry could have orchestrated

this was quickly flooding to Neville's dick. He resolved

to enjoy it now and ask questions later.

He had reached his full length, an impressive nine

inches. Neville was no small man, and he silently wished

he was brave enough to allow his size to become a rumor

around the school. It would certainly help with his love

life. But he was far too timid for that.

Perhaps things were changing.

Lavender clearly knew what to do with it. Her hands

worked his thick cock up and down, making him squirm in

his seat as heat flooded his crotch. He willed her

onward, hoping that whatever Harry had done would soon

make her take another great leap.

Sure enough, moments later, he felt a tongue lapping at

the head of his member. It was incredibly erotic, and

his steel gaze on the hangings faltered. He realized

his mouth was hanging open, and slammed it shut quickly.

She soon moved beyond just licking the tip. He felt her

lips envelop his head, and begin to slide down his shaft

in one fluid motion. It was both excruciating and the

most amazing feeling he had ever experienced. He could

not bear it any longer, he had to encourage her. After

glancing quickly to the right, and seeing that Dean was

busy talking rapidly with Seamus, he slid his hands down

under the table and took Lavender's head in his shaking

fingers.

He began to pump her head back and forth in slow even

movements taking care to keep his arms from jerking. Her

wet tongue slid along the base of his cock, eliciting

feelings of intense pleasure as it did so. He closed his

eyes as he fought to remain calm in the face of these

base acts. As carnal and lustful as this was, he tried

to reason that there was more to it than just simple

fluid exchange.

But it soon hit him that this really was just a blowjob.

And with that realization he dropped all pretense.

He began forcing her deeper onto his dick, prodding the

entrance to her throat with the head of his throbbing

member. He could feel himself rising, his pleasure at

the feeling of her lips around his cock mounting and

soaring out of his hands. Before long he was ready to

blow, and there was only one place to fire a load that

would leave no traces.

Neville let out a single sharp intake of breath, before

he let fly a wave of his seed into Lavender's waiting

throat. She lapped it up eagerly, swallowing over and

over to take in his piping hot seed. Neville had his

face lowered to the table in an effort to keep his

expression in that moment hidden. No doubt, it would

give the game away.

He felt his softening cock stowed back in his pants,

his flies done up and his belt re clasped. And then,

moments later, Lavender emerged subtly from under the

table. No one had noticed her go, and no one noticed

her return, save for Harry and Ron. Ron was looking at

both of them with a grin etched on his face.

"So, how was that?" Harry whispered in Neville's ear.

He couldn't get any words to form in his head. He

instead let out a long groan and sank low in his seat.

Harry and Ron laughed together just as Dumbledore

announced the start of the feast and the food arrived

for them all to enjoy. Neville, suddenly hungry from

the exertion, grabbed a plate and began pulling

together a large meal.

The shock from the encounter was wearing off now. And

his mind was left to wander on what exactly had

happened. Harry had cast some kind of spell, and

Lavender Brown had slipped under the table to give

him the blowjob of his life. She seemed to have no

memory of it, he acknowledged, as she struck up a

conversation with Ron.

But it had happened. And there was one real question

that dwarfed all others.

Would it happen again?