The Journey on Hogwarts Express
Hogwarts Express,
20 minutes away from King’s Cross Station
Harry Potter had managed to catch the train that took new students to Hogwarts, the most prestigious school of magic in the United Kingdom, thanks to the matriarch of a family of redheads who kindly advised him to throw himself headfirst into a wall that marked the entrance to platform 9 ¾.
There, he passed the time eating with the first friend he had made his whole life, a friendly, gluttonous, and honest dimwit named Ronald "Ron" Weasley, with whom he shared some chocolates while they talked about all sorts of things. Ron spoke about important sports celebrities in the wizarding world, and Harry was doing the same with "muggle" athletes, which is how wizards called those who didn't do magic.
“Oh. My, my, Harry Potter himself,” said an older girl looking through the window of their compartment. She was slim, she had beautiful, perfect breasts visible on her cleavage, and pink, shiny and short hair. She had a yellow-and-black necktie, which meant that she already belonged to one of the four Houses at Hogwarts.
“Um. H-hello?” asked Harry, nervous. She was absolutely gorgeous.
“Blimey, will this be my reality now? Whenever he’s here I’ll be ignored?” said Ron, a mix of seriousness and fun in his voice.
“Oh, sorry Ron. I just wanted to greet our new celebrity,” said the girl, with no sarcasm on her voice. “In the best way I know, and I hope we see each other often.”
The girl stuck her tongue out and licked her own finger, from bottom to top, slowly and sensually, while the glass was covered by steam from her breath and her naughty smile. Ron and Harry were practically petrified looking at her.
Then, without saying another word, the girl left, giggling to join some of her classmates.
“Bloody hell,” said Ron, touching his crotch to calm down his libido.
“Who was that?”
“That’s Nymphadora Tonks, although she just goes by Tonks. She’s a Hufflepuff on her last year, she’s friends with my brother Charlie.”
“She’s… very cute.”
“Cute? Come on, she’s bloody gorgeous. And she doesn’t like her first name, but trust me, it fits like a glove. She’s a nymphom—”
As the train passed by some meadows with cows grazing, a girl appeared in the compartment that Ron and Harry shared, interrupting their conversation. She was already wearing her uniform: black shoes, gray socks, a long black pleated skirt that reached her knees, a white shirt with a black tie, and a black wizard's robe. The girl was slender and of medium height; she had brown, penetrating, intuitive eyes; and brown hair, a true bush of hair resembling Hagrid's. Her lips were pink and almost sweet, if only they were smiling now.
“Hey, you two, a boy named Neville lost his frog, have you seen it?”
“No,” responded both in unison.
“I see. Hm? Are you reading spells?" the girl asked, looking at the books that Harry and Ron had been using as a table for their chocolates.
“No, we were actually talking about someone way prettier than y—”
“Perfect. How about you show me the spells you know? I have been practicing all summer and I am quite skilled if I say so myself,” she said, sitting in front of them boldly, crossing one leg over the other, arms akimbo, and a sly smile on her face.
“What? I don't...” Harry tried to say, but his friend interrupted him.
"Wait, Harry, I'll do it," said Ron, with a mischievous expression on his face. He cleared his throat, took out his magic wand, and searched for words in his memory. “Um… Hocus Pocus.”
Nothing happened. The girl let out a mocking giggle.
“Ah, the classic spell from, how you called them? Muggle movies? Those spells don’t actually exist, didn't you know?”
“You conceited bitc...”
“Wrong. My name is Hermione Granger. And you are?”
“Ronald Weasley, but what do you care?”
“I’m Harry. Harry Potter” Harry replied, feeling a bit amused by the whole situation.
“A pleasure. I've heard of you, Harry Potter; you have quite a reputation in the magical world. Although I haven’t heard from you, Donald Weasley.” Hermione was about to stand up, ready to return to her compartment with an air of superiority, when the offended Ron stood up first and positioned himself in front of her, his groin facing directly towards Hermione’s face.
“It's Ronald! Do you think you're really something special, don’t you? I bet you don't know this one.” Ron brought the wand to his pants and murmured a few words. “Thank you, brothers. Engorgio.”
Before the astonished gaze of Harry and the open, terrified mouth of Hermione, Ron's pants seemed to inflate as his groin gained both vigor and size. It was so much that the lump threatened to touch the girl's face, making her blush with embarrassment, let out a scream, and run out of the booth amid Ron and Harry's uncontrollable laughter.
“What a scare you gave him, Ron, ha, ha!”
“That will teach daddy's little girl. It will ruin the whole year for the know-it-all nerd. No one messes with a Weasley.”
Hermione Granger ran through the train cars, red as a tomato, and entered one of the bathrooms. She locked himself in the cubicle and sat on the toilet. She was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath, and soon she let out a curse under her breath.
“Shit! That bloody scoundrel... how dare he show me his... his thing just like that? Rats! I can't stop thinking about... I promised myself this wouldn't happen to me again! It's my first year at Hogwarts, I can't fall yet again prey of my... of my...”
Hermione took off her shirt, lifted her skirt to grab it with her teeth, and touched herself over the white panties she was wearing. She noticed that they were soaked and muttered another curse under her breath. Always the same! Every time she faced something of a sexual nature, she couldn't help but feel hot as a locomotive.
She pushed her panties to the side and started touching herself down there. At the first contact, she felt a shiver run through her body, and after taking a deep breath with one hand, she couldn't help but move the fingers of her other hand in her lap. She touched her soaked little pussy forcefully, being careful to gently caress her swollen clitoris.
“Ah... damn that Weasley... mmm… hmmmmmm…”
Her legs trembled as she touched herself. She enjoyed exploring the folds of her labia while letting her imagination run wild. It all started last year when she saw her parents having sex. Later, she loved walking by the neighborhood Gym to see the men in there, muscular, with bulges showing under their tight shorts. She also liked to secretly watch adult television or buy sports magazines, and then she would go to the bathroom to touch herself like a nymphomaniac.
“Hmmm… What size could it been? Ahh… what size will it be without the Engorgio spell? Hmmmmm… I want it…”
She noticed her juices gushing out from her pussy and soaked her fingers in them to keep playing. She took her clitoris with her fingers and quickly stroked it as if it were a radio button. She tried to stick a finger inside her hole, but she regretted it, as always.
“I want a real one there first. A real penis. I want a penis inside me, making me feel like dad makes mom feel at night... Ahhh… Maybe Ron could do me? No… My responsability is to study, not to do these... Hmmmm… Maybe Harry Potter’s? He is very famous and... He's kind of cute…”
Her legs twisted as her fingers, covered in vaginal fluids, almost struck her swollen clitoris. She felt that her nipples were at their hardest beneath the white and pristine shirt. Shit, she thought. Shit. This time it really was the last time. She was going to study at a highly prestigious school to become a distinguished student, not a filthy bitch who masturbated in the bathrooms. This was the last time she behaved like a whore.”
“Ah…. ahhh, mmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmm…” she moaned with her mouth closed as she felt the orgasm exploding. Her hair was now even more chaotic than it had been before; she was going to have to fix it in front of the mirror.”
This was the last time, she told herself again while looking in the mirror. She wasn't a pretty girl; who was going to notice her, anyway? Who would want to fuck her as, deep down, she desired? Nobody. The best thing was to focus solely on studies. Right?
Hogwarts Castle. Great Hall.
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley now had met each other and quickly became best friends. They were both equally amazed at seeing Hogwarts Castle for the first time, while they sailed on the lake.
When they got to Hogwarts, they were received by Professor Minerva McGongall, an old, stern but smart and professional woman, who took them to the Great Hall to be sorted into their Houses for the rest of their education. Ron explained them to him. Gryffindor, the Red and Golden Lion, full of courageous and daring idiots who would throw themselves against a wall to save the day, all his family were Gryffindors, and their leader was McGonagall herself. Ravenclaw, the Blue and Bronze Eagle, all mystical, creative, incredibly intelligent bookworms who believed themselves to be the best of them all. Hufflepuff, the Yellow and Black Badger that represented every naïve, ordinary simpleton who thought themselves hardworking and loyal. Finally, there was Slytherin, the Green and Silver Snake, so cunning and proud, represented by the dark and mysterious Professor Severus Snape. According to Ron, every Dark wizard ever, including He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named came from Slytherin… There was a weird, evil blonde kid who made fun of Ron’s family, his name was Draco Malfoy. His family was also from Slytherin.
But to be blunt and honest, Harry was thinking something else. It was a co-ed school.
There were girls everywhere! His age and older teenagers. He had the right age to start looking at girls in a funny way and he couldn’t help himself. First, he had to admit, that Hermione Granger annoying know-it-all was kind of cute. She was a few kids away from them, and she was trying really hard to avoid their look. She looked average, but there was… something in her. Something weirdly arousing he couldn’t explain.
As a strange magical artifact called “the Sorting Hat”, an actual living wizard hat, started to call on names to sort students into their Houses, Harry got to meet some very cute, hot girls that were his age.
Pansy Parkinson was a mischievous, cunning, raven-haired and green-eyed petite girl who talked to Malfoy during the whole evening. She had a lascivous smile, beautiful long legs that were highlighted by her incredibly short skirt, and there was a sex appeal to her just because of her demeanor. Every time a boy came to speak to her, even the older ones, she flirted back with no shame at all.
Nymphadora Tonks, although she preferred just Tonks, was a slim, tall, gorgeous girl from Seventh Year, a Hufflepuff, who couldn’t take her eyes out of Harry every time she saw him. Not lovey-dopey eyes as he would get to recognize in the following years. Rather, it was pure… interest. She wanted to know him very well. She had pink hair, a heart-shaped face, round, perfect breasts, and shiny dark eyes.
Hannah Abbot, the first girl the Sorting Hat called, was tall and slim, she had long, shining blond hair, a sharp face, brown eyes, and some sort of developed feminine body despite her young age, with her breasts clearly noticeable under her robes.
Lavender Brown, who was sorted into Gryffindor, but was clearly not trying to be friends with Hermione, also sorted there. In fact, she quickly started to make fun of her appearance, with her bushy hair and flat chest being Lavender’s main “arguments”. To be fair, Lavender was very curvaceous, and she was really flirty and charming, too, hot even when she was talking about dumb things like divination or tarot.
There were two twins (yes, twins!) that made Harry hard as a rock, and one was, just Harry, Hermione and Lavender, a Gryffindor. Her name was Parvati Patil, and she was an Indian looker, a charming girl with dark eyes, slim figure and a great sense of humour, different than her more serious, but just as attractive twin sister, Padma, a Ravenclaw. The twins were every boy’s fantasy early on, and Harry was not excluded.
Finally, Cho Chang, one year older than him, an athletic Asian girl from Ravenclaw, who was Harry’s rival as a Quidditch Seeker herself. Her smile was incredibly attractive, she was the cause of Harry’s first boner at Hogwarts (when that night he saw her eating a banana with a lustful attitude while intensely looking at him), and who would become important in his life later on.
Harry was a Gryffindor. He was a Quidditch player, thanks to McGonagall’s scouting. He was a Seeker, the most important player in that sport. And he was also a very, very horny, but also very shy boy who was about to experience his biggest adventures ever with the most gorgeous young girls in the UK.