Through the Trap-Door
Underground Chambers.
In the end, Hagrid was forced to tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione about the Philosopher's Stone, a phallic-shaped object that, if a woman licked or sucked it, or was penetrated by it, or if a man replaced his own cock with the Stone, could gain many years of life, and even immortality. Hermione had discovered that it had been created by one Nicholas Flamel, who was an old friend of Dumbledore's, and that it was hidden in chambers beneath the castle, protected by Fluffy and a bunch of various spells from different Professors.
Furthermore, they had deduced that Snape was working for the unnamed evil wizard who had murdered Harry's parents, who wanted the Philosopher's Stone to give himself a new cock, and therefore, a new immortal body. Or something like that. The trio secretly decided to hunt down Snape and save the Philosopher's Stone.
“Ahh… ahhh… mmmm, oh my god.”
First there was the Devil's Snare, a hellish vine set by the Herbology teacher, which they were freed from thanks to something Hermione did with the long flower tentacles, which she didn't dare tell them about, but she was blushing like crazy, and they would have sworn they heard some moaning.
Then there were some flying keys, enchanted by Professor Flitwick, which they retrieved thanks to Harry being exceptionally good at flying broomsticks. They used the skeleton key to get into the next chamber, where they found a mountain troll like the one that had entered the toilets, brought by Professor Quirrell.
"Harry, Ron, stay outside and leave me alone with him."
"What? Hermione, he's a dangerous troll, how the hell are you going to…?"
"I know what he likes. I mean… ahem, I know his weakness. Come on, boys, go out, I'll take care of him."
When they left the room, Hermione looked at the monster. She took a deep breath. The troll walked at her, slowly and stupidly, and she lift up her skirt, spreading her legs. She showed the troll her pink, already wet panties.
“Alright, I’m ready for you. Look here. Look closer, sir.”
The monster had a big, painful erection. It was beautiful, she though. Full of veins and as thick as her whole body. Her bravery was beating her shame. Her lust was destroying her insecurities, her brain slowly deactivating. She started to touch herself.
He did the same in front of her.
“Do you like what you see, big boy?”
“Ugghhh”
“Yes. Yes. Faster.”
Harry and Ron waited for about ten minutes in the previous chamber, and when they came back in, they saw Hermione sitting on a chair with her legs spread apart, the troll on its back on the floor, and a huge, foamy, sticky white blob sliding down a wall.
“What did you do? How did you beat him?”
“Why are your legs spread apart?”
“I just showed him something he liked. Come on, we have no time to waste.”
In the next chamber, they were forced to play a game of wizard chess enchanted by Professor McGonagall, where Ron, despite beating the other team thanks to his formidable chess skills, was seriously injured in the process. Still, he begged them to continue and let him rest.
Hermione and Harry had to leave their brave companion behind and entered Professor Snape’s chamber. A series of seven bottles with potions and a riddle that, after solving it, would indicate which potion they should drink in order to advance to the final chamber through black flames. Hermione read the clues of the riddle silently, studying them deeply.
“Shit.”
“What is it, Hermione?”
“We’ve got a problem. Harry, Snape's riddle has… no obvious answer, worthy of our enemy. He is not to be trusted.”
“Ok…?”
“Three of these bottles contain poison, I already figured out which ones. Two are simple herbal teas. There are only two bottles left, and it is impossible to know which one lets you advance through fire, and which one is… the… the other potion.”
“Hm? What does the other option do? Is it another kind of poison?”
“Mmm, something like that. Harry…” Hermione stared at Harry's green ones with her brown eyes. There was determination, but also a certain degree of embarrassment in her gaze. “We've fought Snape all year. We've risked our lives, all three of us together, but you're the centre of all this. You survived You-Know-Who. Snape tried to kill you during your Quidditch match. He attacked you in the forest.”
"What are you saying?"
"That you're the one who should move forward. I'll drink a drop of both, to see which one produces the... effect I'm looking for. Drink the other, and you'll be able to move forward to the final chamber, stop Snape, and save the Philosopher's Stone."
"Why do you say that? You're the smartest among us, you're the one who—"
"Listen closely, Harry. I have a problem. Something I can't control. To defeat the Devil's Snare, I let the vines touch my body, including the surface of my… holes. To defeat the troll, I did the same as with the one in the bathroom, I spread my legs, masturbated, and made him cum watching me touching myself. The other day, when we saw some centaurs fucking, I let Hagrid touch me all over, and I sucked Ron's cock, which is something I wanted to do since I met him on the train. Harry, only I can withstand the effects of the potion, because it’s a powerful aphrodisiac. It's ideal for someone like me, who has an unbridled sexual desire, a dark curse that makes me ultra-horny with the slightest sexual stimulus," Hermione explained, tears of shame in her eyes. Telling her friend about her curse was liberating, but also terrifying.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Without deigning to answer, Hermione took one of the two suspicious bottles and took a sip. Nothing happened. She took a sip from the other, and she immediately felt her body temperature rise. Wasting no time, she continued to drink the potion until she finished it, and as she swallowed and her body convulsed, she began to sweat profusely. Her underwear became damp. She pointed to the first bottle.
“Drink that one, Harry. That will allow you to pass through the fire, and to your final test. Hurry up!”
“Hermione, you don’t look well… You’re blushing, and shaky, and…”
“Stop wasting time, Harry! If this continues like this, Snape will win. If you stay here…” Hermione looked effusively at Harry, her lips moistened, and soon she fell to her knees. Her gaze was fixed on the boy’s pants. “If you stay here, I won’t be able to control myself with you.”
“Hermione, I can't leave you here like this,” said Harry, who got on his knees and took her by the shoulders, trying to restrain his friend. “First I'll help you, and then—”
“Harry… Fuck, it's so hot! “Hermione pressed her body against Harry's and brought her hands to his crotch. She noticed that she was soaked with sweat and vaginal fluids, her legs trembling with excitement and enthusiasm. “It's so hot, Harry… mmm, go, please, I'm about to lose my mind.”
The petite girl began to rub her body against Harry's, and he couldn't stop the blood from flowing to his member. His erection became evident as he hugged his friend, and she touched him with one of her fingers covered in her juices.
“Harry, I can't take it anymore… Mmmmmmm…” Hermione hugged her friend by the neck and pushed him to the ground. She then climbed on top of him, unzipped him and pulled out his erect member. “Harry, use your wand to take care of me, okay?”
“Alright, Hermione.”
The girl opened her shirt just enough so Harry could touch her growing tits. It was different from when Hagrid did it. He was an expert, Harry was not. But that was also very exciting, because she was learning to do it with her.
Then she began to rub downstairs, through the fabric of her pink panties, against Harry’s hard cock, who moaned uncontrollably.
“Mmmmm, you’re rock hard, Harry, mmmm, ahhhh, my pussy is soaked from rubbing against your cock, mmmm,” she said, rocking back and forth as if Harry were a steed, letting her fluids run through her panties and wet the Gryffindor Seeker’s member.
“It feels so good, ahhh, Hermione, do you think…?”
“Do you want to…? No! We can’t do that, Harry. Not like that!” she moaned, despite how much she also wanted him to fuck her. Even though she was a virgin, Hermione could guess how good it was going to feel, but she wasn't going to forgive herself for having her first time in a dirty dungeon while a potion drugged her body.
“I see. I get it, Hermione, but it feels great!”
"Oh, mmmmmm, Yeah, I can't believe it feels so good, your hard cock against my wet cunt, mmmmmm, I really wish we could fuck soon, Harry, ahhh”
"Maybe we can do something else, then?" he suggested. Harry considered her his best friend, and he knew that Ron, deep down, wanted to be Hermione's first. But there were many other options to make, although she was mainly going with instinct.
"Mmmm, l-like what? Ahhh!" Hermione cried.
Harry had taken her by the legs, and with the strength he had gained in his Quidditch training, he turned her around and pulled her towards his face. That way, Hermione's ass was close to his lips, while, if she leaned over, she would have easy access to Harry's cock.
She didn’t waste a second and started to swallow, just like she’d done with Ron.
"I think they call it a 69. Can I take off your panties, Hermione?”
“Mmmmmmm, oh yesss...” Hermione was bobbing her head rapidly on Harry's cock, giving him a handjob when she needed to take a breath. Harry had started by licking Hermione's entire vaginal area, but when he discovered that if he licked a certain little button, her legs would shiver, he started licking there harder.
That way, Hermione received the first cunnilingus of her life.
Slurp, slurp. “That's it, Hermione, your mouth is amazing, it feels so goooood”
“Ahhh, ahhh, Harry, suck, suck, suck, suck, mmmm, your tongue is doing wonders, I never thought I'd do something like that with you, mmmm” Suck, suck, suck
“Me neither. Wait, let me try something.” Harry stuck his tongue out as far as he could, and with it he penetrated Hermione's pussy, who arched her back and felt all her muscles tense.
“Oh, Harry, aahhhhhh! Mmmm, oh yes, I won't be left behind. I've been practicing with some fruits, get ready!”
Suck, suck, suck, suck, slurp, slurp, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, slurp, suck
“Ahhh, ahhhh, uhhhhh”
“Come on, cum in my mouth, Harry” Sucksucksucksuck schluuurp, Hermione's mouth sounded as she sucked Harry's penis, almost choking on it, and even though she was gagging, she didn't want to stop.
This time, she wasn't going to spit it on the floor, like what she clumsily did with Ron. This time she was going to swallow it. All of it.
“Herm… Herrmione, I'm… ahhh, cumming!”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmm, yes, that's it, I’m cumming, too, mmmmm, Harry” Hermione managed to say, her mouth filling with cum shot by Harry, who hadn't finished licking her friend's pussy. “MMmMMmmmMMmmmmmmmm!!”
After a while, Hermione fell to one side, her legs spread, her growing tits exposed, and her pussy releasing rivers of vaginal juices. With a trembling finger, she indicated to Harry the free bottle, and he put on his pants. He drank the entire content of the bottle, and without saying a word, he left Hermione behind, sleeping, and crossed the fire, on his way to the final underground chamber.
The rest… well, it turned out better than any of them expected, despite the initial surprise. It had not been Snape, but the shy and frightened Professor Quirrell who had been working with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, and in fact, he had his wandering spirit stuck in the back of his neck.
In the final chamber there was only the Mirror of Erised placed by Dumbledore, and inside it was hidden the Philosopher's Stone, but only Harry had been able to extract it from the mirror, keeping it as best he could in his pants. He faced Quirrell, but the spirit in his head left him when it realized he was not capable of defeating Harry. This killed Quirrell, and the Dark Wizard escaped again.
Dumbledore ended up destroying the Philosopher's Stone, despite the complains of Hagrid, who wanted to use it on some of the students. The school year ended in victory, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were able to return home. Before the train left, the three of them swore something to themselves, without telling the others. The first year they had discovered a part of themselves that they did not know, but they had not completely satisfied their innermost desires.
Next year, without a doubt, they were going to lose their virginity. All three of them. Nothing was going to stop them, not even the most dangerous of the dark wizards.
Epilogue
Hogwarts corridors at night
Harry was wandering through the corridors at night, wearing his Invisibility Cloack, when he was startled by a shadow hand that appeared out of nowhere and dragged him to a corner. He just wanted to take a last look at the castle before going back to the Dursleys’ next day. He didn’t want to forget Hogwarts after an incredible first year.
“Good evening, Mr. Potter,” a deep voice greeted, and his Cloack was removed by the mysterious hand. But of course, the hand belonged to a lovely, sexy, stern-looking, but unknown woman that somehow looked familiar.
“W-what?”
“Mr. Potter, would mind coming back with me to my office?”
“What? Wait… what?” She sounded exactly like Professor McGonagall, she just looked way, WAY younger. And sexier. “Professor? H-how? What?”
“I will punish you, Mr. Potter. The way you deserve,” said McGonagall, posing her hand over Harry’s pants. His cock reacted like an idiot, blood started to gather despite his surprise and fear.
“I’m… I d-don’t…”
“Hahahaha, oh baby, you’re the cutest thing, aren’t you?”
The younger Professor McGonagall’s face suddenly started to change. To morph. Her facial features vibrated, turned and eventually, became completely different. An older pink-haired girl with eyes shining like purple diamonds and a gorgeous body was standing next to him. Her robes turned into a Hufflepuff uniform.
“Eh? Oh, um… T-Tonks, right?”
“Hehe, yes, indeed. Hey, I was wondering…”
“What are you doing here? you almost gave me a heart attack! A-and h-how… how did you see me? No, wait, how did you do that?”
Tonks had something in her other hand, something like a piece of paper, and she quickly put it behind her back.
“Oh, about your first question, it’s just a little something that I borrowed from a certain set of lovely twins. Regarding the second, didn’t Ron tell you? I’m a Metamorphmagus. It doesn’t surprise me. Just like Charlie, Ron’s not the brightest tool, isn’t he?
“I… I guess…”
“Anyway, as I was saying, I was wondering about something.”
“Y-yes?”
“Are you a virgin?”
“W-w-w-wha—?”
“I guess not. That’s fine. You’re not ready yet, then. But you see, I’m going to graduate, and believe me, I’m not leaving this castle without tasting a little something of the famous Harry Potter.”
Without any other word, Nymphadora Tonks sneaked her hand inside Harry’s pants, and of course, he was already super hard and aroused. How could he not? She was an absolute beauty, very hot, super cool, one of the most popular girls at school. Everyone said she was also a nymphomaniac, that she had fucked all older boys at school, and maybe they were right. She had that kind of charm.
She started to move her hand up and down, back and forth, jerking his cock off with an incredible dexterity. Hard, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Soft, but not that much. He could feel all her hand. He soon was relaxed, enyojing the moment.
…Was her hand growing in size? He felt like she was grabbing his entire penis, somehow.
“Yeah, baby, I can change my appearance. Anything I like,” said Tonks, whose hair was now turning orange. He didn’t know the reason yet, but he would. Eventually.
“Ah, ah… um…”
“Oh, so cute, you’re going to cum already, baby? You need more practice, Harry Potter, especially if you want to beat my dumb cousin Draco.”
“W-what? A-ah… ahh…”
“Cum, Harry. You can cum in my hand. In fact—," Tonks used her other hand to flip up her skirt. Just a little. She got Harry a little closer to her, with her cock, that she didn’t stop jerking, next to her panties. “Do it here, baby.”
She moved her hand faster. Harder.
“Ahh… oh, m-my… g-ugh…”
“Yes. Yes. Cum for me.”
She slid her panties down just at the right moment. His jets of cum started to fall on the surface of her panties, while she moaned and breathed heavily, just like him. It was like if she had had an orgasm, just like him.
“Very good, baby. Congratulations,” she said, picking the drops of cum and taking them to her mouth to taste them. “Delicious. Don’t worry, baby. When you’re ready, I will look for you. I’m going to need it every day. The cum of the famous Harry Potter.”
End of Hogwarts: The Philosopher's Stone