Usual disclaimers - don't own Harry Potter, only playing in JKR's sandbox. This is a melange of ideas and concepts from fanfiction blended to my own mixture, complete cliche and AU (define AU) and not canon, hat tip to Seel'vor for part of the inspiration. Read his work - its fun and er ... stimulating. I can't condone what fanfiction characters do, much of it would be illegal, and you'd probably end up in prison where dropping your soap would be a really bad idea - unless of course you like that sort of thing... The story is non linear, and yet linear - keep up at the back... Lastly apologies for the time it took to produce this, the daily grind of life gets in the way. It has been written and rewritten many times and is about as good as I can get it, it is NSFW BTW. And if you are ready let us begin...

-DE-

Hermione idly flicked her diary to close after she wrote her daily entry, but the diary cover did not cooperate and fell back, and the pages fell open to a day's entry that even more than receiving her Hogwarts letter, changed her life forever.

Dear Diary

Halloween

I had sex for the first time twice today, well to be truthful it was considerably more than twice, first with Lavender and Parvarti. With them I was more a passive receipent, they really knew what they were doing especially Parvarti or was it Padma – I am sure that will be an entry another time. What was amazing was how comfortable it was, I'd not really considered girls that way despite what happens at home with Mummy, 'Auntie' Jess and Daddy. Looking back I was seduced and I loved it. We had had a witches meeting where so much of how magic works and affects everything in our world was passed on to me and the other muggleborn, that witches take for granted. I think I feel a publishing project coming on. I am not sure I like the term Muggle – seems so dismissive. I am now going to use the term non-magical. I was thinking of using Mundane – but again that seems almost worse – I can hardly call my parents life mundane – it is anything but… Then I went to see Harry – beautiful, innocent Harry, I nearly wet myself when I got to his bed in his dorm, I pulled the drapes open so I could climb onto the bed and found a glowing wand tip up against my forehead and I could feel Harry's magic crackling…

-DE-

"So how did it go?" asked Lavender who was brushing her damp hair, when she noticed me on my bed, I had managed to wake up deal with Harry's morning problem leave the dorm without being spotted by any wizards, before returning to my own dormitory. Lavender called Parvarti from the bathroom. "Perv, Hermione is back and she's been writing in her diary!" This brought a very excited Parvarti out still brushing her own wet hair and they both sat on Lavenders bed, faces expectant to hear my tale…

"Well after I left you I made my way to the boys stair case and made my way up to his dorm …"

"Harry? … Harry? Can I talk to you …?" I asked as a pulled the drapes of the 4 poster bed apart so I could climb in. Harry's wand tip was inches from my forehead and my efforts to climb onto the bed top instantly ceased. I must have looked wide eyed at Harry who seemed to be like a coiled spring ready to explode into action. What was more alarming was the crackling magic that surrounded him – it reminded me of the prominences of the sun arcing out and back into him in a kaleidoscope of colours, or maybe a rip in the fabric of time and space and from where I was one knee on the mattress and the other still on the floor it looked as if Harry was floating on his bed. Moving slowly so as not to alarm Harry or make any move that seemed threatening I finished my climb onto the bed and sat cross legged before Harry

Slowly I reached up and with a single finger gently moved the wand tip so it was not pointed at me, and asked softly "Harry are you alright?".

Harry seemed to shudder and the eyes that had bored into me seemed to soften as he recognised my voice- of course he was not wearing his glasses… he dropped his wand onto the bed in front of us, the tip remaining to glow a warm reddish hue that encompassed the enclosed curtained bed area.

"Its me Hermione, do you want to put your glasses on so you can see better? I'd really like to talk to you?" I asked soothingly.

It must have seemed a brilliant idea, Harry reached out for his glasses from the bedside cabinet and I am not sure he realised that the glasses just appeared in his hands and he put them on. Was that wandless magic? Does he realise? His magic is still rolling and looping around him, Good Lord its visible magic, this is the magic of legend and a small little boy is doing it without thought and as if it was everyday!

"Harry are you alright?" I asked again, I was a bit disconcerted by his silence, and the magic around me. It was having such a stimulating effect on me and my own magic was soon working in sympathy and it was makingit difficult to really focus on what I was there for.

"Its worse at night", he said.

The non sequitur confused me for a moment, as I asked, "What's worse?"

"My control…., my magic in the quiet of the night becomes almost overwhelming, the power, the possibilities, the desire, the temptation , and the pain."

"Oh" was my rather less than intelligent response, as I digested what he said.

"If I concentrate really hard I can keep it within me, but it makes it difficult for me to sleep for long. The others think I have nightmares, they are in a way, I see my mother's death and I see my enraged response" he paused. "Why are you here?" His magic seemed to throttle down as he moved his concentration to me and the rolling loops of magic I could see and sense almost disappeared as if it was sucked down a sink hole, only bubbling up to the surface occasionally.

I gathered myself and my prepared speech disappeared like a fart in the wind, his magic felt sooo good. Ugh it was all I could do to not launch myself at him to hold him, touch him, let his magic join mine – that seemed like it would be a really bad idea to do so so quickly, he seemed so wary and distrustful, especially if his mother's death was still so close to mind. I wanted him to trust me and I wanted to find out if I could sense who the real Harry Potter was. Weasley seemed to monopolise him as if he feared if another person got to know Harry well and vice versa he would lose his status.

"I wanted to thank you for saving me from the troll." I thought simple and straight to the point, would be best.

"I could not not do something", was his shy mumbled response. " You have been the first person who has ever helped me and expected nothing in return. Most wizards want to be me, without realising all the pain and mizz…." He stopped, his face flushed and he looked down.

This was interesting I thought but I wanted to go with the plan I had that had returned to my mind.

"Since then I have come into new information, the Gryffindor witches have determined that I owe you a life debt. I would have died and likely become a ghost at Hogwarts if you did not come and save me by killing that troll." I shuddered at the memory of the troll's head exploding in a mess of gore when Harry shouted No. "They suggested that I acknowledge the debt as soon as possible because leaving it could create problems for me later."

"What do you mean a life debt?"

"A life debt is created when a wizard or witch saves the life of another without thought of reward and were in danger themselves while saving the other." I said. "Madam Pomfrey confirmed it earlier this evening and helped me with the consequences I needed to be aware of." I did not volunteer more, I would later but for now I wanted to see how he would react.

Harry cocked his head to one side looking intently at me, his magic popping out in a cloak of many iridescent colours before disappearing, "I am not sure that I was in much danger really, when I saw you in danger I knew I could not allow you to die and I wanted to stop it happening, the troll had to be stopped. I suppose my magic got alittle carried away. I am a bit sorry that Ron was covered in the trolls blood and brains, I was quite cross with him for what he did this afternoon." He said with a small shy smile

Harry went on, "Do you know about magical society and its culture? What consequences are there for life debts for you owing it to me." Who said Harry was not very bright – he had put me on the spot.

"I know more than I did – some of it was surprising and would to a non-magical person growing up in a non-magical society seem rather shocking!"

"Hermione, we live in a world where you can turn yourself into an animal, you can float things against gravity with a few words and a flick of your wand, and I hear that you can kill with a spell" he stopped, before continuing, " it does not make any rational sense, but I killed that troll with a mere thought, no use of my wand that I remember, I just wanted it dead to protect you." His eyes dropped to his lap, it was almost as if he was ashamed.

We sat there for a moment in silence, he was seemingly struggling with the fact that he had killed with a mere thought . I was sitting there looking at a small boy who was already a legend, and likely to be so much more, it was becoming more and more obvious he was struggling with what had happened and what he did as like a crashing wave his previous warm and gentle wash of magic over me had become spiky. I made the decision that he needed a hug, and whatever help and reassurance I could provide. Maybe this would be easier than Lavender and Parvarti thought to become his and some part of him mine. With just a moment's hesitation, I decided there and then and I committed myself to him completely and without reservation as my heart went out to him.

I reached out and ensured the curtains around his bed were closed, cast the silencing and notice me not charms that I'd only just been taught by my dorm mates, then I scooted forwards towards him – he looked warily at me, his magic suddenly looping faster and brighter, I slowly took his hand in mine, his "don't touch me" dying on his lips as he looked at our joined hands. I may not have the power of Harry or anything like it but I wanted him to know I was there for him, maybe he could pickup my empathy if not my very thoughts.

His eyes widened, and his face flushed,"that feels nice, … thank you" the roiling magic subsided and returned quickly to the soft gentle caress that I imagined he had no idea, caused witches across the school to squirm in desire. I moved even closer to him sitting next to him with both our backs against the bedhead. I released his hand from my left hand and wrapped my arm around him and then with my right took his hand back in mine, and pulled him slightly to me tucking his head into my neck.

"Its alright Harry, I realise this is difficult for you, but I promise I will always be there for you, without you I'd be dead and my parents would be devastated." With that I kissed the messy head of hair. He flinched and stiffened then slowly relaxed…

"This is the first hug I can remember since my parents died", he said softly. "Can I trust you? My magic tells me I can but I need you to say it."

I released his hand and took hold of my wand, "Harry, I promise you can trust me, I won't ever do anything to harm you", my wand pulsed, "my fate is firmly with you" Interestingly another pulse ran thorough me and my wand. He looked long into my eyes, he then looked down at our now rejoined hands, "I've not had a nice childhood, but it seems you and I have been brought together"

The next 10 minutes or so was horrible as he told me of his life with his aunt and uncle and like a torrent it flowed. He started to shake as his emotional dam broke and he began to cry and buried his face even closer into me, sobbing heartbrokenly. His pain and loneliness was tangible so I did the only thing I could, I held him and initially cried with him. We must had been like that for 10 minutes before he calmed, and I'd been making soothing noises.

He shuddered in my arms and pulled back slightly and took a deep breath. "Your magic is so nice, I could feel it trying to calm mine." His magic had been spiky initially and been a bit uncomfortable for me but soon softened as if it could sense my discomfort.

He looked so adorable with his glasses awry, I could not help myself and I leant into him and much to his surprise and mine, I kissed him, not on the cheek but on the lips. It was short and sweet, "Any time you need me …"

"You kissed me?!" he asked shocked… his magic bubbled and flared, Oh God it felt good.

"Yes I did, here have another one" and I kissed him again, wanting that feeling back.

His eyes were full of confusion and wonder, so much so I said, " that one clearly did not take" and I leant in again holding the kiss for longer.

As I pulled back he pulled our joined hands upto his lips to touch them and then mine, his magic resurfaced and had an intensity I'd not previously felt as it surrounded us both. I was happy to let it wash over me, our joined hands returned to his lap. In truth I was flushed with desire, my core was hot and moist and my nipples were so hard they pleasantly hurt. He must be able to smell my arousal, I thought. It took a moment before I recognised that the back of my hand was resting on Harry's pajamaed crotch, my face must have flushed as he asked simply "what?".

I did not answer but instead sought out his lips to kiss him again, and I squeezed his hand with mine. "if you are comfortable so am I" I said after the kiss ended. This time his lips had responded. The magic surrounding was questing and flowing over me as if seeking a home. The back of my hand felt movement so I pressed down a bit more and I kissed him again. There it was again, a pulse of movement beneath my hand. I was so close to an orgasm as his magic more worldly and now more sure than before the magic ramped up the connection between us.

Harry's breathing was becoming hitched, and the pulse became more of a movement and a source of some heat. "Oh no its happening again" he said in annoyance.

My mind was not really on what he was saying so concentrated as it was on the hardness that was only a pajama fabric thickness from the back of my hand, and my incipient orgasm. "What is happening again?" I finally asked breathlessly desperately trying to keep my IQ dropping to double figures...

"It grows so big and stiff it takes ages to go away…"

His words brought me back from the brink, I bit my lip to hide my smile at the matter of fact way he said that.

"What gets so stiff?" I asked – I knew of course, but his words seemed to suggest he did not.

"Down there, where I wee from" was his response

"Your penis?"

"Is that what is called? – my Aunt called it my 'thing' and I was not to touch it if it got hard."

"Yes Harry it is called a penis, boys have other words for it …"

"Is one of them cock? I wondered what some of the other boys where talking about, but I was too unsure to ask, I usually switch off when they talk about it, I don't really understand what they are talking about." His words were without embarrassment as if we were talking about the weather.

"Harry, did you not have sex education at primary school?"

"No I was not allowed to do it, I had to sit in the library when it went on, parents at the school could decide if they wanted their children to do it, my aunt and uncle banned me".

"Why?" I asked

"My aunt said it was to prevent me getting any ideas" said in a puzzled voice. "I tried to look up books on it in the school library but there was nothing I could find."

I could not help but laugh which I quickly stifled when I saw the hurt look on his face. I could scarcely believe it, it was if he had no idea about human biology … "Harry there are very few books written about sex for young children and it would not something that a primary school that teaches 5 to 11 year olds would have sitting on a shelf in the library."

"Oh…. So what is sex?"

I composed myself as the build up I had been experiencing drifted off. Instead of answering I asked my own question if only to determine what he did and did not know. "Do you know where babies come from?"

"Yes, I asked Aunt Petunia once in a shop queue she went really red and embarrassed , and she said Dudley came from Harrods, but I probably came from Lidl. People around her laughed, I got smacked when we got home and was loc… what?"

I looked at him in disbelief, I could sense his answer was not a joke but what he really thought. "Oh Harry, you don't buy babies." I sighed. I wondered how I was going to do this. "Witches and Wizards are different, we have …"

"Yes" he interrupted, "some of you witches have bumps on your chest, some are larger than others why is that? Your bumps are not very big" as his other hand touched me there as if confirming what he said, "Is it an age thing as Susan Bones, Lavender Brown and Daphne Greengrass's are already quite big. Must be quite uncomfortable for them to sleep on their fronts, it is for me when my thing, sorry penis … is hard."

I lost my train of thought as soon as his hand cupped my little breast, and though I was loath to do so I gently removed his hand from my breast. "Harry you should ask if you want to touch a girl there. It is an intimate thing to do, never assume just because you did before you can automatically do so again." I suddenly realised here I was training Harry, Girls 1.01 just as the witches suggested.

"Oh sorry, I thought it was okay because your hand is still touching my penis, well through the fabric like I just did."

Indeed it was. Should I move it I thought to myself, but then I was trying to ensure this new connection to him was real for him, that he could trust me, and I was happy to help him in anyway I could, so said "if you ask nicely you can put your hand back."

"Hermione, please can I touch your bumps again, it felt nice, it was soft yet firm with a really hard pebble at the tip,I could feel your heart racing too."

It was so true "They are called breasts Harry, though some girls call them boobs. There are lots of words for them and yes you may, gently" and in moments my right breast was cupped again and the tingle from his contact and magic began to grow again. The cupping was not sexual from him, he clearly had no idea about any of it, maybe his enjoyment was purely instinctive like a baby seeking milk from a nipple.

"Its getting hard again, why is that?" He asked." Its been getting worse, and at night too as I try to relax, its as if it is demanding something from me. I just keep remembering my aunt hitting me if she found me touching it."

The innocence of Harry and his question was in start contrast to, what I wanted to do. It was almost as if he had no boundaries, no socialisation making him ashamed of his body. His aunt may have beaten him but it did not make him afraid of discussing it with a girl – maybe it was magic again, subtly guiding its subjects to its own ends. Maybe it was his subconscious self finding a fellow traveller and his karma was benefitting from his prior difficulties making sure he was comfortable with opening up. I was now in deep and well in for a penny, in for a pound – or should that be a sickle and galleon?

"Let me see if I can help you with that, may I see and touch you?" I asked, "there ia something I can do to make it relax again, but what I am going to do is something I want you to keep private between us. I am doing this because it is you, I will never do this for any other wizard."

He looked at me "Okay, what are you going to do?"

I released Harry's hand I was holding and unbuttoned the fly on his pajamas, his penis appeared released from its confinement. This was the most exciting thing I had ever done. My fingers curled around his length, it was hot, hard and yet soft, smooth and long. I slowly moved my hand drawing his foreskin across his glans and back and a bead of wetness appeared at the tip. In my hand was the first and last penis I would ever handle, and I wanted more.

I stopped, released my grip and moved so that I faced him. "Harry can you lift your bottom up, lets get your pajama bottoms out of the way so I can do this properly." He stretched out his legs and removed his bottoms without complaint " can you move down a bit, you might want to keep your legs uncrossed. I knelt between his spread legs and took him in hand again. It was fascinating, his penis was pointing straight up, his belly smooth and flat and not a hair to be seen and I had a great view of his testicles large egg shaped and loose in his scrotum.

I'd seen penises before on our summer holidays to Cap D'Adge in France, but none this close and personal. I resumed stroking him with my right hand as my left gently investigated his scrotum. Harry's breathing was becoming a bit ragged, his magic was starting to reappear, and his face was becoming flushed as he watched me play with him. I squeezed him and this brought a gasp, the power I had in my hand and over him at the moment was intoxicating. At the same time his magic was seeking me out and was slowly raising my own desire and my core by now was flushed with heat and wetness. By now both hands were gripping him his glans sticking out some way beyond them both, and it was being rhythmically unhooded as I moved his foreskin back and forward. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him and I crawled up his body , Harry's face picture of contentment and gentleness. The kiss was needy and powerful, I moulded my body to his and the kiss broke and I returned to watching my hand stroking him. My head was resting on his chest, and I could hear his heart was racing and his breathing shallow and panting.

"Hermione something is happening, stop stop stop" ,

I had no intention of stopping, I wanted this more than anything and I continued my relentless pace. Suddenly his penis throbbed violently in my hand and then he grunted. Yes this was it, his penis almost reared back and a long stream of glowing white cum sprayed from him, my eyes watched his ejaculation a long rope of semen described a high graceful arc before falling back and landing partly on my cheek and Harry's chest. Keeping my strokes in time, moments later another big throb and another stronger pulse of cum arced towards me depositing itself across my face and into my hair, then a third, fourth, fifth and sixth followed suit in succesion. I was covered and so was Harry, truth be told, some had found my opened mouth as the shock of the ejaculation had surprised me.

My first taste of what would become my second favourite ever taste was surprisingly good. Meantime Harry had continued to throb and ejaculate only the distance covered diminishing so that by the tenth it was running down his length, over my fingers and pooling on his tummy. The fifteenth throb saw the last ejaculation, but his cock continued to pulse and throb – the time between the throbs lengthening before stopping altogether. I slowed my hand's actions watching intently to see it relax back to its flaccid state, some chance! It remained as firm and proud as before, and I wondered when his penis became a cock in my own mind.

I lifted my head to look at Harry, splodges of cum had reached his own face, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady. He looked so relaxed and blissed out, I almost did not want to disturb him. I looked back down at his cock and with a final squeeze released my grip. I brought my fingers to my mouth and cleaned the yummy sauce clinging to them. Slightly salty like an oyster, but the best thing was the power it contained. It was bright and glowing and it warmed & energised me as I swallowed, and I greedily cleaned all that I could gather on my fingers and it sucked down.

Soon all that was left was on Harry's face and I noticed his eyes were now open and watching me. I was invigorated and my magic seemed stronger , must have been my snack and leant into Harry and lapped up the cum on his face before kissing him. It was slow and tender and I fell in love with him there and then. He did not rear back nor did he resent that he could taste himself during the kiss. Maybe this 'training' will be even more fun than I imagined, not that I was going to make a habit of it, but if he wanted me to swallow in future, him treating his own cum as if it was toxic was hardly encouragement for me, but oh lord was it tasty. I found my wand and a quick scrougify cleaned the semen in my hair – it would have to do for now.

"Feel better? I asked innocently, with a smug grin plastered on my face having been plastered…I bet it would be good for my complexion…

"That felt amazing, only "… he paused, " it does not seem to have worked! Look!"

I did, it looked so enticing – I had plans for that again in a moment, but first I wanted him to touch me. I sat up beside him and looked him in the eye, and slowly unbuttoned my top. "Remember you promised not to tell any wizard about this – this is something I will only do for one wizard and that is you".

"I promise", he said as he lifted his hand up and his forefinger gave almost a spark of light – again with this wandless magic. I suppose if you don't know its supposed to be really hard, you have no fear of failure and you just do what comes naturally.

I slipped the pajama top off and waited. They may not be very big, but I liked them , so did Lavender and Parvarti and I presume Padma given the attention they got earlier from them both. My nipples grew even harder if that was possible as I sat there exposed. Harry's eyes were glued them as if mesmerised by what he was seeing. I took one of his hands and brought a breast. His hand gently cupped me, his thumb and forefinger either side of the nipple which he rolled slightly between them.

Now my nipples are incredibly sensitive, and I can orgasm from nipple play, but this was a whole order of magnitude better, unwittingly or not his fingers must have been suffused with magic and it rang my bell and I shuddered in my orgasm, gasping as my contractions pulsed through me. I am so glad I listened to my mother as she recommended I work on my Kegel exercises. It had taken less than half a minute, but the build up had been developing for some time. I leant over Harry and kissed him and our lips and tongues reacquainting as I came down from my high, and then moved my chest towards his mouth offering a stiffened pink nipple for him to taste. He latched on and his warm wet mouth started slight suction as his tongue flicked at my nipple. It was glorious – while I was in control of the position and he was laying there otherwise quite passively, he had me under his thrall, his magic was playing with mine. With no training his mouth was also working its own magic and was quickly building me to another peak. I had one hand supporting me on the bedhead, the other soon sought out his cock, I grasped it and began to wank him as I tried to pleasure him as much as he was pleasuring me. My orgasm stuck swiftly once a one of his hands started work on the other neglected nipple. I squeaked this time as it struck and after some moments I pulled my boob from his mouth when the sensations become all too much.

I suddenly realised that my hand had stilled but was squeezing his cock tightly and I loosed my grip not wanting him to be discomforted. I slumped down beside him and cuddled up to him."Are you sure you've not done that before?" I asked jokingly.

"No why?", he answered in a puzzled tone

"Because you made me orgasm twice in less than 5 minutes!"

"Is that good?" he asked, " I really don't know anything about this, but your body was singing to me and since I was in touching you I could sense what you were enjoying and allowed my magic to flow with yours. I've never felt quite like this before… its all a bit confusing."

My mind raced, before coming to the startling conclusion that Harry was an empath? but his upbringing had closed him off so much that I must have opened the door to something new, maybe that was why he was so good.

I rested there a few moments, Girls 1.02 successfully completed, now it was the next course 1.03. I wanted his magic hands on and in me and I turned onto my back lifted my bum up in and pushed my pajama bottoms down and then kicked them off. I crawled over his body and lay down on his left side figuring it would make it easier as he was right handed and wormed my left arm under his neck.

He turned towards me and rested his head in his hand and his erection was lying partly on my tummy. "Put your hand on me" He complied returning his hand to my breast, before I guided it over me and between my legs.

"Why do you have hair there?" he asked looking down my body.

"Everyone grows hair there it happens as you change from a child to an adult. Some people decide to remove it, I rather like it, but I do now know charms to keep it tidy. Why do you not like it?" I rather hoped he did because I was rather proud of it, I was no longer a little girl I was well on my way to being a woman. Mummy kept hers and but 'Auntie Jess' only had a small landing strip as did most of the women on the beaches of Cap D'Adge, I would pay more attention this coming summer and see if there were any styles that suited me better.

"I only ask because I don't have any there… do men get hair there?"

"Yes they do, maybe you are just a late developer". I reassured him, "what you do have down there is much more important, and I am going to become its very best friend."

Whilst we talked, his hand just rested on my mons cupping me with his index finger putting slight pressure on my clit. My cleft was monsoon wet, and I guided him to my clit. "This hard nub you can feel is my clitoris, it is incredibly sensitive, a huge bundle of nerve endings, and putting pressure on it or gently rubbing it directly or indirectly circling around it will make a woman orgasm. Each woman has their own preference. I like to play it with differently depending on how I feel. Sometimes I tease myself and don't directly touch it, sometimes I am more direct and vigorous with myself, especially if I only have a couple of minutes to masturbate."

"Masturbate? I don't know that word"

"If you were to hold your penis and stroke it like I did earlier or I were to rub myself between legs for example that is masturbation. Witches and wizards need to orgasm it as it helps vent and thus control your magic, and you masturbate to get to orgasm."

I was a bit matter of fact in this discussion, but I was conveying information he needed to know and I was certainly enjoying with the hands on demonstrations.

"So Harry touch me, I want you touch me, learn my body and what it takes to make me …. CUM". His magic reacted to my instruction and I orgasmed massively. It was certainly enjoyable, but the lack of buildup left me slightly dissatisfied. One of the joys of a good orgasm is the build up the growing sensation and now with a partner the excitement of the shared pleasure and intimacy. Being able to make me come almost on command by ramping up his magic and feeling what I needed and in a blast of power provide it, would probably have its moments later, but for now I wanted it slower and my release achieved more naturally.

"That was unexpected, nice but a bit too much, can you tune your magic back and just let your fingers learn this and me… and I subtly guided his actions with little gasps and encouragements. I was rewarded with a much more satisfying experience, especially as his mouth descended on a nipple and added that sensation to his caresses between my legs… I lay there enjoying the aftermath and the pressure of his hand returning to just cupping me. The arm behind his neck pulled his face down to mine to kiss him, and we traded soft kisses, his empathy must have been really tuned to me as it was not too demanding, but gentle and loving.

After a while I could feel an insistent pressure on my tummy as his weighty cock was still resting on me, and I determined to finish this rewarding short introduction to the pleasures of the flesh by venting him again.

"Harry let me take care of this again", grasping his cock, and I moved my body down between his legs and kissed his belly before engulfing the head of his cock in my mouth. His eyes were on stalks as he watched, and I locked my eyes with his as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. As it was I could manage only a third, but what a third. It felt so wonderful in my mouth, smooth, hot and frankly tasty. I moved my hand up and down and used my tongue on the underside of his glans my cheeks hollowing as I sucked him. Breaking eye contact, I changed the angle of my head and throat and managed a bit more of him into me, before my gag rose, so I eased off and kept only his large glans in my mouth and concentrated on the sensation of his foreskin moving back and forwards over my tongue. I was also becoming aware of an increase in the saltiness I was tasting and something more. I looked back at him his eyes were glazed in pleasure and he then allowed his head to fall back on the pillow, and his breathing became more like panting. My other hand was not idle, it had found his ballsack and was caressing his balls and his perineum , and this glad me the first clue that he was about to come, that and his warning, "its happening again!"

I had only a moment to decide, dodge or not. I'd already tasted him and cleaned him up, it was more about the force of the ejaculation that worried me, I wanted the taste again and in that moment prepared for what might come. His cock pulsed in my mouth and my tastebuds where overwhelmed with a savouriness that I knew would be spending the rest of my life enjoying. I swallowed with each mouthful, the sensation of the throbs of his cock an interesting counterpoint. I allowed his cock to slip from my mouth for a short respite and the last couple of pulses splashed against my face as I tongued the crease of his glans before returning his ebbing flow to my mouth. Hmmm, with each swallow it was as if I was taking in liquid magic and I crashed into another orgasm as my body ingested and melded with his magical essence.

Minutes later I let his cock slip from my mouth and I kissed his ballsack and then up crease of his leg and then up his stomach and chest before laying on top of him kissing him thoroughly. We have stayed like that for sometime, I loved the sensation of his cock trapped between us. Before the realisation that it can't have been that comfortable for him and I moved to his side, hooked a leg over his thigh and cuddled into him.

He took a long deep breath, "I have never felt this good before, and really quite sleepy now." He yawned, mistaking that as a hint I stirred and started to get up to find my PJ's and then leave, but Harry was having none of it. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my dorm, I thought you wanted me to go"

"No please stay", and with that we quickly put our pajamas's back on, and got in under the covers. "Can I lie on my side behind you?" I turned to my side, rearranged my hair so it was not sticking in his face and moments later he was cuddled up behind me, one hand sneaking in under my top and resting on my tummy, the other arm under my head and curled up and a hand holding one of my breasts, and then a ghost of a kiss at the back of my neck. I could not have been more comfortable, and I lay there soaking it up "G'night" I said softly after a minute or so. Silence. Silence! Mummy warned me that falling asleep quickly was common place for men after sex, but still! Men! I smiled joining a wider sisterhood, but he was my wizard. There may be other witches in time, but for now he was mine and I was most assuredly his.

Lavender and Parvarti goggled at me as I finished my account, their hands busy inbetween their legs. "Stop" I commanded, "come over here lets do this properly." In moments I was covered in squirming witches and I think I need more room in my diary for that encounter.

-DE-

Reliving it by reading my diary and together with my recollections of that evening, night and morning with Harry then my first 2 acolytes , I was in sore need of relief, fortunately I can hear Harry and Luna in the bath and there's lots of girlish giggling going on… I think I'll just go and join them.