Exploring Desires (Completed)

Harry sighed as he left the Song-Green residence, a surgically inoperable smile on his face. Having sex with one beautiful woman was awesome enough. Having

sex with one beautiful woman who could go all day with him and was very, very open minded was better. Having two beautiful women shag him in shifts and

all at once?

It was hard to imagine it could get any better, though he knew well enough by now that he couldn't actually tell the future. If he could, he'd have let

Ron find his own date-Twins! Beautiful twins!

Oh, and save Cedric. Definitely save Cedric.

His good mood dropped down a notch as he sighed. Cedric... Here he was, enjoying all this sex and Cedric was dead. Sure, his life had sucked pretty hard

until now, being an orphan, living with the Dursleys, somebody trying to kill him every single year... But Cedric was now dead and it was because of him.

Now now, stop all that, you know it wasn't your fault, a voice in his head that sounded remarkably like Hermione admonished. He imagined her, sitting on

a library table covered in books, wearing nothing but a pair of glasses as she scowled at him.

"Yeah, but all the same, I feel bad about it," Harry sighed. "And I guess I feel like I'm just running away from the pain."

Mental Hermione looked over her glasses at him with an expression that was incredibly sexy, albeit slightly intimidating.

Maybe a little, but it doesn't make you a bad person, she said. Besides, we've been over this before: It wasn't your fault. It was Voldemort's. Blaming

yourself won't help.

Harry nodded. "I know... But what will?"

Knowing that he wouldn't want you to fall into despair because of his death, Mental Hermione said. And that you'll work to defeat his murderer.

Harry nodded. "That makes sense."

Of course it makes sense, Mental Hermione huffed, crossing her arms underneath her boobs and lifting them up slightly. Also, are you going to imagine me

naked every time you think of me?

"Not my fault the thought of you in glasses and nothing else is incredibly sexy," Harry replied with a grin.

You should try that with me when I get back, Mental Hermione suggested. I'm pretty sure there's a pair of spectacles in that backpack I brought.

"You are a naughty witch, aren't you?" Harry said. He then felt arms wrap around his waist and a pair of full breasts press into his back.

"I can be if you like," Diane Carver said with a smile. Harry turned and smiled at her.

"Hey Diane..."

"Hey Harry... Have you have dinner yet?" She asked. Harry shook his head.

"Ah... No."

"Come on then, let's eat, my house," she said, leading him to her car. Harry smiled.

"All right..."

"By the way, who were you talking to?"

"Er..." Harry's mind went to the nude, glasses wearing Hermione again. "Just... Myself..." Sort of.

Maybe he was a little barmy. Then again, most wizards were, so maybe he was perfectly ordinary in that respect.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a great and terrible wizard by many accounts. A genius, a madman, a leader, a teacher, a great foe and a powerful

ally. A meddling twit (which he admitted was much the case, in private).

At the moment he was confused. The various silver instruments he had around his office that monitored the wards around Privet Drive were all behaving in

a most peculiar manner. Naturally, magical devices set up for the sole purpose of monitoring wards based on a magical protection that nobody fully understood

and were entirely useless now at this peculiar period but then that's wizards for you, and Dumbledore in particular: Keep going with a stupid plan that

ruins everyone's lives for 'the Greater Good' and believe it'll all turn out lemon drops and Gummi Bears.

Of course, considering that all it would take to stop Voldemort the Muggle way would be a couple of guys with guns or a few laser guided bombs, you can

understand his reluctance to deviate from the plan. Sure, it would ruin everyone's lives and get hundreds of innocent people killed, but at least the saga

would fill out seven books.

Dumbledore shook his head free of such strange and metafictional thoughts, and considered the conundrum before him. Harry's protection was granted due

to being in a house that had his mother's blood. Hence he had been sent to the Dursleys. The wards actually extended out to cover Privet Drive entirely,

offering a great deal of protection. Death Eaters might have to actually take the bus in order to attack.

However, it seemed like the wards were now significantly stronger than they were before. By an order of magnitude at the very least. He knew the protection

was stronger the more love was in a house, which meant that the wards around Privet Drive were usually... Well, let's be honest, barely functioning.

Now though, they might actually provide some real protection rather than the vaguely-defined kind.

Really, there was only one person to get on the job to investigate this.

"Severus? Come to my office please."

Dinner was nice. Aside from Mrs. Weasley, Harry couldn't think of anyone else who had cooked a meal for him-And then, not just for him.

"I'm not much of a gourmet, but I do know how to make a good curry," Diane explained as she set down the food. She sat across from him, and smiled warmly.

"Go on."

He took a bite of it. His eyes watered and he tried to resist coughing. It was so spicy he felt as though his tongue was being set on fire.

"I like it extra hot," Diane explained, as she dug into her own bowl. "Mmm... Good huh?"

"Y-Yeah... Good," Harry coughed. Diane smiled wryly.

"I could make it more mild if you like?"

"N-No... It's fine...!" Harry managed. He drank down a lot of water.

"You know, it's okay if you don't like it," Diane said. "I'm not a schoolgirl who's going to cry at you not enjoying my cooking."

Harry shook his head. "No... You cooked it... I'm eating it." He took another bite, and swallowed it, struggling not to throw it back up.

"Grrrgh...!"

Diane couldn't help but laugh. "If this is to make me happy about my terrible cooking, you're doing a wonderful job," she said.

"I've had to do, ugh... Worse things," Harry admitted. He took another bite. "Sides... Gaah... I won't be getting any dinner at home... Urk..."

"Ah. Yes. Your family," Diane said flatly. "Very pleasant."

Harry laughed and shrugged. "Well... They keep sending me off to 'work' with all of you, so really, maybe I should thank them."

"Maybe you should," Diane said.

Harry managed to finish off the meal, and Diane led him to the couch. They sat down, and Harry enjoyed being held by her. Even with all the sex he'd been

getting, simple affection like this was just plain wonderful to the boy who had spent the majority of his life living in a cupboard under the stairs.

It didn't hurt she wasn't wearing a bra. Or that she didn't mind him quite purposely pressing his face into her boobs.

Ah, boobs. Harry felt like he could write whole books on how awesome boobs were. And bottoms. And long hair, and short hair, and ticklish stomachs and

tight... Er... And squeezing... Um... And slurping... Wait, why were his thoughts suddenly so Puritan?

Pussy! Cock! Prick! Arse! Tits! Vagina!

There, that was better.

"So... What can I do for you tonight?" Harry asked with a smile. Diane sighed.

"Well Harry... There are a few things... But, well... We need to talk."

Harry got an instinctive sense of dread about that phrase, but, being the nice guy he was (and looking forward to shagging the beautiful police officer

after the talk) he listened.

"Okay. What about?"

Diane was silent for a bit. "Well... There's something you need to know..."

Bloody hell, she was married. Or she had a boyfriend. Or something.

"What?"

"It's... Well... It's kind of important..."

"Is it bad?" Harry asked.

"Not exactly..." She fidgeted, and Harry noticed one of her hands clenching slightly out of nerves. "It's... Well..."

Harry's stomach gurgled. Said teenaged boy's face turned green.

"I uh... Um... Urgle...!" He got up and ran for the bathroom. Diane sighed as she listened to the father of her child puking his guts out mere seconds

later.

"... Perhaps it can wait."

Severus Snape did, in fact, have a life beyond tormenting students and acting the part of a double agent between the Dark Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore.

Or triple agent, as he liked to think of himself-He worked for three masters, after all, including himself. It made him feel more like that Kaji Ryoji

chap from Neon Genesis Evangelion. The only real difference between himself and Kaji (in his mind) was that the whiny boy with the fate of the world on

his shoulders had no redeeming qualities whatsoever (he truly felt for Shinji-Saving the world out of sheer determination until finally succumbing to darkness

and self-destruction via the machinations of an evil, manipulative man) and he had no hot ex-girlfriend to shag.

The latter, naturally, bothered him more than the former.

"Severus! I'm back!"

Oh yes, and there was one other significant difference between them... Kaji had no roommate.

"Wormtail," Snape sighed, pausing the VHS. Wormtail grinned, an action that naturally made part of Snape cringe inside.

"I got everything on your list!" Wormtail said cheerfully, holding up the grocery bags. "Eggs, milk, cheese-"

"Yes, yes, that's all good Wormtail, now leave me alone," Snape sneered.

Wormtail was oblivious to Snape's annoyance. Then again he was oblivious to many things. "I was thinking of cooking us up a nice quiche! Ham and mushrooms

good for you?"

"That's an omelet, Wormtail," Snape replied.

"Oh? I always get those two confused..."

Snape sighed. "Just continue your work, won't you? And don't use any magic."

"Could you turn it to BBC? Bugs should be on," Wormtail enthused. Snape rolled his eyes.

"Your love of that show baffles me, Wormtail-You have little idea of how any Muggle technology operates and yet you insist on watching a show that takes

advantage of that fact."

"Oh, and your shows involving giant robots are any better?" Wormtail sneered.

A curse cut a slit in Wormtail's cheek. The traitor slowly looked down at it, and over at Snape, who had appeared to not move at all. Wormtail gulped.

"Ah... N-Nevermind!" He squeaked.

Snape didn't bother to acknowledge him, and resumed watching. He was just up to his favorite part of Episode 19 (The battle with Zeruel), when the fireplace

turned green.

"Severus, would you come see me please?" Dumbledore inquired. Snape sighed, and stopped the tape.

"Coming, Headmaster," he replied, hiding his annoyance expertly. "Wormtail! Dinner had better be ready when I return!"

"Of course... Dear!" Wormtail joked.

Snape twitched, reminded himself he could not kill him, and headed into the floo after calling out "Hogwarts Castle!". Wormtail poked his head out, and

smirked.

"All mine!" He cried cheerfully, hopping into Snape's chair and changing the channel. He eagerly began to watch. "Oh Ros Henderson, you're so beautiful

and intelligent," he sighed.

Severus Snape strode into the Headmaster's office, ever present sneer on his face. After all, if it wasn't always on his face then it wouldn't be ever-present

and therefore, he might actually look somewhat pleasant. He couldn't allow that, it would completely destroy his cred.

"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Thank you for coming so quickly."

"It was nothing, Headmaster," Snape lied. Dumbledore appreciated the dishonesty-Snape was merely trying to be polite.

"I need you to go to Privet Drive and investigate the wards. They've been behaving oddly," Dumbledore said pleasantly.

"Ah... With respect, Headmaster, would this not be a better task for someone else to do?" Snape asked.

"Nonsense, you're quite well versed in wards, and you have a Dark Mark," Dumbledore explained. "If the wards react badly to you, we will know if they are

compromised."

Snape blinked. "Headmaster... By badly, you mean...?"

"Oh, I don't think they'll harm you, Severus... Unless you have the intent to truly harm Harry, I doubt you'll feel anything," Dumbledore said.

Snape blinked again. Dumbledore stared back, eyes twinkling. The room was silent save for the soft snoring of the portraits and the ticking of clocks.

Seemed appropriate, really.

Snape sighed. "Yes Headmaster."

"Good," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Report back to me as soon as you are done."

Bugger, Snape thought succinctly, as he turned and walked to the fireplace. "Arabella Figg's home," he called out as he used the Floo, his cloak swishing

dramatically behind him.

He arrived in a swirl of dark robes, probably his best entrance yet, if he did say so himself... And he did. His piercing black eyes, beak-like nose, waving

hair and robes against a backdrop of green ethereal flames? In the words of the Muggles, he looked like a "total badass".

It was unfortunate the only entities around to appreciate it were Kneazels. All of whom hissed threateningly at him. Snape sneered back, and strode from

the room out the door.

Well... So far, he seemed to be within the wards without any adverse effects. Appropriate, the thinnest, least effective protection for the least important,

most arrogant, most-

CRACKABOOM!

Snape groaned, and slowly sat up. Where was he? What had happened?

... Why was his skin singed and stinging, and why were his hands shaking? Why did he smell something burning? For that matter, why did everything look

blue?

"Urgh..." He muttered, and slowly rose to his feet. What the hell was what?!

All he'd thought was that Potter was a pathetic, arrogant-

FWOOSH! CRASH!

Snape again found himself on the ground... This time, lying in the middle of a lot of broken wood. With another groan, he sat up, blinking and trying to

focus despite his dizziness. Naturally, in such circumstances, emotions ruled the day, and the target of most of his hatred flashed into his mind. It had

to be him somehow! His fault! Everything was his fault!

"Damnit Potter," he groaned. "Damn you and-"

FWOOOOOSH!

"BUGGGERRRR!"

From her usual spying perch, Mrs. Tylor watched, in quite some disbelief, as a man in black was blasted right out of the neighborhood and sent plummeting

into what appeared to be a garbage bin a few blocks over. After being hit by lightening, and knocked through a fence by an invisible force.

"That was... Odd," she said. She blinked, and thought about it.

Perhaps she'd merely imagined the whole thing... That, or she'd just seen the most unlucky man in the world, a glimpse at some of the suffering a wrathful

God could dish out.

Either way, she didn't think she'd be telling anyone about it... Nor the strangest feeling of satisfaction she got watching the man suffer.

"You don't have to do this," Harry said quietly, as he reclined in the warm water on top of Diane. He was sitting in her lap in the tub-After emptying

his guts out into the toilet, Diane had drawn a bath and pulled him in with her.

"Nonsense, I cooked," she replied with a smile, leaning back and taking him with her. "Just relax..."

Harry sighed, head resting between her breasts. If Harry could have his way, he'd sleep with boobs as pillows every night he went to bed. There was really

no going back for him. Every night forever after would be cold and lonely and unpleasant without boobs.

"So, Harry... What are your plans after school?" Diane asked softly, her fingers massaging his neck. Harry groaned happily at the sensation, and snuggled

into her boobs more.

"Hmm... Don't know... Maybe become an Auror...?" He said.

"A what?" She asked.

"Er... Policeman," Harry corrected. Diane chuckled, and kissed the top of his head.

"Oh really?"

"Well, um, yeah... Protect people, I'm kind of good at it," Harry said. Diane nodded.

"Mm... Kind of lonely sometimes..."

"Well, um... If you were around, wouldn't be too lonely," Harry joked. Diane stared for a few moments, stroking his neck. Harry coughed, wondering if he'd

said something wrong.

"Ah... Um..."

She finally smiled, almost sadly, and gave him another kiss on the top of his head. "Wouldn't be bad... You're already housebroken," she teased. Harry

blushed and shrugged.

"I'm uh... Pretty handy, yeah," he said with a smile. Diane chuckled again, and sighed.

"Very..."

Harry frowned. "Something wrong?" He asked, looking up at her between her boobs. Diane sighed, and stroked his face.

"No, nothing..." Her hand on his neck squeezed a little tighter, making him moan.

"Ahhh... Um... Sure?" He asked.

Diane shrugged, and she gave him a sensual pout.

"Well... You haven't shagged me at all since you got here," she said in a sexy tone. Harry stared, and then she shrugged, rather sexily.

"Of course, you did throw up in the loo... Sex is probably the last thing on your mind," she sighed. She shifted her shoulders, rubbing her breasts against

Harry's cheeks. "It's not much of a turn on..."

Harry reached up, and took hold of her breasts. He then slid up and kissed her. Diane moaned happily... Before breaking the kiss.

"Though... I insist you brush your teeth before we do anything," she said.

Harry blushed, and nodded.

"R-Right... Sorry about that..."

"Quite all right..."

As he rose to brush his teeth, Diane sighed softly. She didn't really think she could tell him... After all, what would he know about taking care of children?

He'd just freak out.

No... Better to tell him later... Much later... At the right time.

Of course, she had no idea when that time would be, but she figured "right after throwing up in the bathroom and while the mother of his child is waiting

for him in the bath" wasn't it.

But until then, nobody stopped them to have some fun...

Diane hugged Harry tightly as soon as he re-entered the tub and covered his neck and cheeks with hot, fervent kisses, her cunt itching with the expectation

of some deliciously exhausting sex with her handsome young lover. They washed each other lovingly, both becoming equally excited by the other's intimate

touch. As they dried each other off, Diane said, "You go and get into bed, honey. I'll be right there. I just want to freshen up a bit, okay?"

"Okay, Diane! But if you're not there in one minute, I'm gonna start without you!" grinned Harry giving her pert, round ass a playful squeeze. Diane laughed

and pushed him out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She had something special in mind that was sure to turn them both on something fierce.

Harry lay on his back on her bed, rubbing his cock to keep it erect while he waited for Diane to come out of the bathroom. He couldn't figure out what

was taking her so long, and was just about to go find out when the bathroom door opened. Harry gasped aloud and just stared as Diane appeared, silhouetted

in the doorway. She was wearing only a pink lace nightgown, lace panties, and stockings complete with matching lace garter belts. Diane hadn't bothered

to put on a bra under her gown, knowing full well that her flawlessly shaped tits would be clearly visible. It had the desired effect. Harry' mouth watered

at the sight of Diane's large succulent nipples pressing against the filmy, clinging fabric.

Her gown was so short it barely made it to her navel, and Harry could see Diane's cunt-bush peeking seductively through the almost transparent crotch of

her tight panties. He could see now why Diane had taken so long, but suddenly, Harry didn't care anymore! She looked utterly fantastic... the brief, sexy

underwear made her seem more like some erotic Playboy pin-up than a police woman! Ohhh, she was beautiful!

Diane became excited by the effect she was having on her young lover. His gaze wouldn't keep still, darting from her face to her tits to her cunt and back

again, devouring her body with his eyes. The more obviously aroused her lover became, the more excited it made Diane feel. Her cunt began to seep hot juices

into the crotch of her panties as the very thought of fucking him again filled her brain with hot, insatiable lust. After all, she might be pregnant, so...

why not have a very good time before the baby was due. Harry crawled to the edge of the bed facing Diane, and sat there stroking his huge erection, just

staring at her as she walked slowly towards him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!", moaned Diane, staring at her lover's fingers gliding up and down his hard cock. "Looks like you DID start without me, darling!"

"No, Diane", gasped Harry, staring at her jiggling tits and the tight, silky crotch of her panties. "I... uh.. I was just keeping it hard for you!"

"Oooooh, Yeah! It's hard alright, baby!...", whispered Diane as she knelt before her excited young lover, spreading his trembling knees wide apart. "...

but I bet it'll get a lot harder if I suck on it for a while. Would you like that, sweetheart?" Diane wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock and jerked

it as she waited for his reply.

"Uhhh, Ohhh, yes!", groaned Harry, reaching up under Diane's gown to squeeze her luscious tits. "But I want to suck your cunt first!"

"Oooooh, you dirty, dirty boy!", giggled Diane, getting to her feet. "...fancy wanting to suck this Officer's cunt!... Mmmmmm, but I feel real dirty tonight

too! Come suck my pussy, baby!"

Harry dropped to his knees, eager to sample the flavour of her incredibly juicy twat. Diane opened her legs wide and put her hands on the back of his head,

guiding his mouth into her crotch.

"Oooooo, yeahhhh! Sniff around a little and kiss my cunt, baby!", moaned Diane pressing the boy's lips to her moist, silk-encased groove. "Ummmmm! That's

it, nibble at me through my panties before we take them off. Oh, Ohhh how I love a man's face between my legs!... Tease me, love!... tease my hot cunt

with your lips and tongue, and then I'll let you eat me properly!"

Harry cupped Diane's asscheeks with both hands as he ran his tongue back and forth along the soft, tender flesh of her inner thighs, working slowly up

to the wet patch at her crotch. He kissed the swollen lips through the soggy material, then bit gently, first one lip then the other. Diane squealed with

pleasure, pressing her crotch against his mouth with sudden, urgent desire. And in reply, Harry drew the wet crotch-band of her panties into his mouth

and sucked at it, letting his tongue sneak in momentarily to stab at the frothy crevice of her delicious cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh, Harry... Uhhhhh, take off my panties, baby! Take them off, now! I want your mouth there!... I want to be eaten!", hissed Diane.

He loved the smell and taste of a hot cunt, clean or otherwise, but now that he had a proper chance to sample Diane's aromatic hole, he liked it even better.

Hers had the smell of a mature, randy woman... it was the smell of sex. And the taste too, the more taste the better. As Harry removed Diane's wet panties,

the indescribably exciting odour of aroused cunt mixed with perfume wafted up from her steamy crotch.

"Ooooh, kiss me down there a little bit more...", Diane murmured pushing her gooey slit into the boy's eager mouth. "...then I'll suck your cock, baby!"

Diane thought she was in heaven with a hot, eager mouth on her pussy once more.

Her lover was no amateur, of that she was quite sure. He soon had his long, stiff tongue buried deeply in her sticky cunt, his nose rubbing excitingly

on her clit as his lips sucked her hot, musky cuntflesh into his ravenous mouth. Diane could only stare down at the top of her lover's bobbing head and

moan at the wonderfully, perverted thrills his young tongue was producing in her bubbling sex cavity. It was as much the fact that the mouth on her cunt

belonged to him as it was the sensations themselves that turned Diane on so powerfully.

"Oh, Ohhh! Harry! Stick your tongue in deeper, darling!", she cried. "Fuck me with your tongue! Oh, Ohhh, how I love your mouth on my cunt! Uhhhhh, suck!

Suck me hard, baby! Suck me! I'm so hot!... so fuckin' hot!"

Harry pressed his face eagerly into Diane's juicy pink slit and began licking and sucking as fast as he could, tongue-fucking her quivering cunt with all

the strength in his young jaws. Diane tossed her head back and moaned loudly, shamelessly humping and writhing her overheated twat against the boy's hungry,

sucking mouth.

"Oooooooooohh, yesssss! I love that, honey! Oh yeahhhh, suck my clit!"

"Mmmmmmm! Juicy... juicy... hot... pussy," slurped Harry as he sucked the seething juices from Diane's drooling snatch. Diane looked down at her lover's

shaggy head bobbing joyfully between her quivering thighs.

"You like the taste of my cunt, don't you, darling!", she breathed, grinding herself lewdly against her lover's rapidly-working mouth.

"Oh yeah, Ohhh I love it!", panted Harry, looking up at her with wild, excited eyes. "Your pussy is sweet, Diane! So fuckin' sweet, I could suck you all

night long!"

"Ummmm, good!", sighed Diane. "'Cause you just might have to, the way I feel right now!... Ohhh, I can hardly stand up! Let's get comfortable on the bed,

baby. I want to suck your big cock while you finish eating me."

The excited young wizard couldn't believe his ears, and watched in disbelief as this beautiful naked officer climbed onto the bed and sprawled on her back.

Diane could see that every move she made was turning her lover on, more and more. He held his hard young cock in his left hand, moving his fist slowly

but firmly up and down the huge shaft as he stared down at her. It looked huge, and the more she looked at it, the more Diane forgot about having him finish

sucking her cunt!

Watching the expression on her lover's face, she let her slender naked thighs fall wide apart, giving the boy an excellent view of her moistly parted slit.

Harry moved towards the bed, rubbing his prick as he gazed hungrily at Diane's exposed cunt. He licked his lips, and Diane moaned deep in her throat at

the thought of his long, hard tongue flicking around in her snatch once more. With her eyes fixed on his massive cock, Diane reached down between her creamy

thighs and, using both hands, parted the juicy lips of her pussy for him, stroking her open, glistening cunt in wanton invitation. The look of lust on

his handsome young face, and the urgency of his erection made Diane's throbbing twat tingle with need.

"Ohhhh, Ohhh! I need you in my cunt, Harry!", hissed Diane. "Look how hot and wet my poor pussy is!... I need that big, hard cock pounding away between

my legs, baby!... Uhhhhh, fuck me with it! Fuck me hard!"

"Don't you want me to suck you off, Diane!", smiled Harry.

"We can do that later, dear!" replied Diane, her voice husky with desire. "But first, I need you to give me a quick, hard satisfying fuck!"

"Ok, Diane!", grinned Harry climbing onto the bed. "You're the boss!"

He scrambled up between her outstretched thighs and fell upon her, wasting no time with preliminaries, simply ramming his massive hardon to the hilt in

her eagerly upthrust cunt.

"Uhhhhhggggghhh! Ohhh, yes!", squealed Diane, as the boy's huge prick sliced deep into her aching cuntmound. "Now, fuck me, darling!... Fuck meeeeeeee!"

Harry knew from the tone of her voice, that Diane wanted only one thing... to come hard and fast... he was only too happy to oblige her!

He began pumping his rigid horse cock into Diane's squirming belly like a madman, fucking her seething cunt with deep powerful strokes that made Diane

cry out with sheer pleasure. Harry manipulated his body in jackknife fashion, sending surging stabs into her, fucking this sexy police woman ever deeper,

using his tool like a blunt weapon. It was the kind of weapon that Diane liked. Normally, thrusts as deep and as strong as he was giving her, would have

hurt, but Diane was excited beyond belief, and the slight pain only seemed to increase her incredible pleasure. She forgot about the rest of the world...

all that mattered right now, was that her virile young lover was giving her what she so desperately needed... a hot, hard all-consuming fuck!

"Ohhhh, yeah! Move that ass for me, Diane!", grunted Harry. "Move your tight, hot pussy around on my dick!... Fuck me back, Diane!... Fuck hard!"

He needn't have urged her. Diane fucked him back like a bitch in heat, thrusting her pussy up at him with driving lunges until his cock was balls deep

in her belly. Diane's tiny butt was squirming around like crazy as she tried to get her lover's monstrous cock into every tight corner of her raging twat,

every movement inspired by a lust to deep and hot, that there was simply no describing it! She had become totally dedicated to the pursuit of incestuous

pleasure, and she knew by the way her lover was fucking her, that the lusty youth shared their new-found pleasure with equal dedication.

Harry jammed his cock into Diane's cunt hard and fast, immensely excited by her frequent loud squeals of pleasure. He was like an untamed young animal

driven wild with lust. He reached out and grabbed Diane's jiggling tits, kneading the firm, creamy mounds while he fucked her. Diane was in seventh heaven

as her lover's lengthy cock slammed time and time again into her frothy cunt, her heels locked together just behind his ass as she twisted her pretty butt

to and fro beneath him.

"Aggghhhhh!", she cried out as she felt the tip of his cock slam into the very mouth of her womb, right where his seed has already mingled with her egg.

"Ugggghhh! Now you're fucking me, honey, now you're really fucking my cunt! Oh, Ohhh you're big! ... so fucking big! Do it harder... harder! Deeper! I

want your balls against my asshole!"

He did exactly as he was told, fucking Diane as hard and as deep as he possibly could. The look on her face excited him even more.

"Take it, Diane!" growled Harry staring into her wide, shining eyes. "Take every fucking inch of it, right up your hot cunt! Uhhhh, what a juicy twat!"

He looked down between their writhing bodies and watched his cock slicing back and forth inside her clasping, furr-lined slit. The sight inflamed him with

such uncontrollable desire, that Harry grabbed Diane's slender hips and pulled her crotch hard against his own with every stroke, stabbing his prick, into

her cunt with even greater force. Diane arched her back and grunted out a steady stream of obcenities as she felt his lunging cock penetrate her tortured

cunt-flesh to even more pleasurable depths.

Her wild passions gathered quickly into a hard, throbbing knot of tension deep in her belly and when she realized that she was on the verge of orgasm,

Diane pulled his head down to her jiggling breasts and held him there.

"Oooooh, baby, fuck me! I'm coming!", she whimpered. "Suck my tits! Unngghh! Yessss! Suck my tits and fuck my cunt! Make me come, you gorgeous prick!"

Harry sucked her big tits into his mouth, biting and chewing the hard, rosy nipples as Diane's cunt bucked violently up against his pistoning cock. Although

still a long way from his own climax, Harry did everything he could to increase Diane's pleasure. Lengthening his cock-stabs, the boy began to grind his

pubic bone against her clit, fucking her with all his might. Within seconds, she began to shudder uncontrollably, her beautiful, athletic body stiffening

under him.

For Diane Carver it was one of the best orgasms she had ever had. Her lover was fucking her like an expert, and her climax seemed to last forever, becoming

stronger and stronger with each successive thrust of his powerful young prick. Harry was enthralled by the length and intensity of Diane's orgasm. She

thrashed from side to side, her head tossing wildly and scream after scream erupted from her throat as the orgasm seized her like a dog shaking a bone.

Harry realized that his cock was producing a series of spasms deep inside her. He could feel her convulsing cunt-muscles clamp tightly around his deeply

buried prick as her pussy tried in vain to milk the cum from his lust-swollen balls. Looking down at her, Harry felt proud that he could give Diane such

intense sexual pleasure. He continued fucking her as she thrashed and tossed wildly underneath him, not slowing for an instant until her movements became

more languid and she began going limp.

"Ohhhh, baby!", panted Diane. "That was one hell of a good fuck!"

"Glad you liked it, Diane," replied Harry, flexing his still-hard cock inside her cunt.

"I wish other men would fuck me like that."

"I'm available any time, Diane!", Harry said, grinning lewdly down at her.

"Mmmmmmm, you sure are, sweetheart!", murmured Diane. She felt his young cock twitch powerfully in her belly and gasped; "Ohhhh, Ohhh, Harry! You feel

so good inside of me... so thick and hard and... oooooooooohh!" Harry flexed his cock again, grinding the base against Diane's clit.

"Ready for some more, Diane?"

"Ummmm, yes, yesssss pleeeeeease!", whimpered Diane, lifting her hips at him in urgent need. "Fuck me again, baby!... Fuck me till I drop!"

But Harry had other ideas, and to Diane's complete surprise, he pulled his cock out of her tight cunt. It exited with a wet slurping sound.

"Ohhh, Harry! What are you doing?", she whined.

"I want to finish sucking your pussy, Diane!", said Harry, whirling around to face her feet. "... why don't you suck on my prick at the same time, okay?"

"Oh, you wonderful, darling! You must have read my mind!", moaned Diane as she reached for his glistening cock. Harry straddled her head with his knees,

his own head between her widely stretched thighs. He felt her warm fingers encircle his cock and her even warmer lips caress the swollen head as she pulled

it into her mouth, the tip of her tongue probing the tiny piss-slit.

As Diane began sucking gently on his cockhead, Harry looked down at her tightly stretched crotch, her gleaming pussy and puckered little asshole laid out

before him like a sexual smorgasbord. He stared with wonder at her recently fucked cunt. With her thighs spread so far apart, her furry cuntlips gaped

lewdly open, revealing the scarlet inner folds of her lust-swollen twat. Harry could see that Diane was wet... very, very wet, the juices from her recent

orgasm still seeping from deep within her musky cunt. Even as he watched, moisture began to collect in the groove at the bottom of her luscious-looking

gash. Harry pulled the slippery lips of her cunt further apart, and watched in awe as more and more of her pink, glistening pussy appeared.

He could see her erect clit sticking out like a tiny periscop at the top of her slit and about three inches below that, the object of his desire... her

dark, inviting fuckhole. Harry lowered his face between her wide-spread legs, feeling the steamy, smouldering heat emanating from her crotch. Inches from

her cunt, he stopped and breathed in deeply through his nose. Harry loved the smell of a hot cunt almost as much as the taste... and Diane definitely smelled

hot! It was the scent of a woman eager for sex, and it made the young boy's stiff cock throb with fuck-lust. With a groan, he rammed his cock down between

her sucking lips, at the same time plunging his face into the torrid wetness of her gaping twat, and began to lick and suck just as ravenously as he had

earlier on, feasting once more on her tasty, creamy fruits.

Luckily, his groan of lust had warned Diane of his impending lunge, and she had managed to get her mouth open wide enough to receive the full length of

his hard, horse cock without too much pain. In fact, her lips felt rather numb as they stretched tightly around the base of the boy's thick pole. She raised

her tongue and drew in her cheeks as far as she could, sheathing his cock in hot, juicy flesh. Diane began to suck hard and ravenously, enjoying the feel

of his big cock deep in her mouth. She loved the male taste of him... so young and clean and fresh. It felt so wickedly exciting to be lying naked on her

bed with this teenager... sucking his cock while his long, stiff tongue squirmed around in her cunt. Diane pulled her mouth off his prick for a moment.

"Oooooh, honey, that feels so good!", she moaned. "I love a good tongue in my cunt!... Yessssss, suck me, love! Suck my hot, wet slit, baby!"

As Diane's mouth returned to his prick, Harry went to work, raking his big fat tongue up and down between the tender, puffy lips of Diane's juicy wet cunt.

For a boy his age, he was good. He knew just where to lick and how to do it. Diane gurgled with bliss, she couldn't have wished for anything more pleasurable.

Her mouth and throat were filled with his hard, thick teenaged cock, and her cunt was filled with his constantly wiggling tongue... what more could she

ask for?

"Hello Albus," Minerva greeted Dumbledore. "How are you this evening?"

"Just fine, thank you," Dumbledore said happily. Minerva sniffed, and raised an eyebrow. She knew that greasy scent...

"Was Severus in here recently?"

"Hm? Oh yes, how could you tell?" Dumbledore asked.

"We all have our talents, Albus," Minerva demurred. "What was he up to this late at night?"

"Oh, there were a few irregularities with the wards around Privet Drive, so I asked him to look into them," Dumbledore said.

McGonnagal was silent for exactly five seconds. "Really?"

"Hm? Oh yes, why do you ask?" Dumbledore asked.

"... I need to see Poppy, Albus, perhaps we can discuss the coming school year at another time," McGonnagal said.

"Are you sure?" Albus asked.

"Yes, they concern... Feminine problems," McGonnagal said with a perfectly straight face and her eyes locked on Dumbledore's forehead. Dumbledore slowly

nodded.

"Ah, of course. See to them immediately, won't you?"

"I will, thank you," McGonnagal said, departing quickly. Dumbledore shrugged, and popped a lemon drop into his mouth. He decided not to inquire-After all,

Minerva was the expert on feminine issues that he was unqualified to deal with.

Well, he presumed he was unqualified. After all, she was a woman, she should be the expert.

"Urgh..." Snape groaned, very, very slowly standing back up. He had little idea where he was, nor how he'd come to be lying in a crater. In a dark, dirty

alley, one which he slowly walked out of. Well, more like staggered out of. Shuffled really.

No, none of that was important. Not really.

What was important was simple:

It was all Harry Potter's fault.

"... Huh..." He grunted. Nothing happened.

"... Potter's spirit should be ground into a fine powder and he should lick my boots every day," he tried.

Nothing. The closest thing to a happy sneer Snape could manage emerged.

Yes, he was outside the wards! Hahahaha! He looked around, his sneering becoming more confident.

Well, he could escape now and go report back to Dumbledore and... Wait... Was that Potter?

YES! It was! He was emerging from the house, smiling warmly at some older woman! Some hot older woman.

Stupid Potter, doing menial labor in the service of beautiful women, Snape sneered. Well, at least he hasn't... The woman gave Harry a kiss. Snape's eyes

bugged out.

WHAT?! KISSING?! WHAT?! NO! HOW?!

That didn't happen! No! Potters didn't have beautiful women! Well actually they did... THEY SHOULDN'T! Damn that James Potter!

Potter walked over the lawn of the house, whistling cheerfully as he prepared to cross the street. He was so happy... So carefree... It made Snape's blood

boil.

Hell, part of the reason he supported Dumbledore was because of how effectively he made Potter suffer. You had to admire someone who caused that much pain

and misery by "accident".

You had to wonder how much torment he'd visit on someone if he really worked at it.

"That Potter... I will...!" He seethed, preparing to draw his wand. Snape usually prided himself on his strict control over his emotions, but at this point,

he didn't care. Before he could start on the syllable of a spell, however, a large, blunt object whacked against the back of his head and sent him face

first into the pavement. Everything, appropriately enough, went black for him.

Harry blinked as he looked over at the street. Well... That wasn't something he'd ever expected to see.

Professor McGonnagal and Madam Pomphrey standing over an unconscious, burnt, blackened man who strongly resembled... Wait, was that...?

"Ah... Professor McGonnagal?" Harry asked.

"Mister Potter," McGonnagal said looking quite non-chalant. As though she hadn't just knocked Snape out with a Beater's bat. And technically, she hadn't.

That was Madam Pomphrey.

"Madam Pomphrey?"

The nurse coughed, and discretely hid the bat behind her back.

"Mister Potter," she replied.

There was awkward silence for a few moments. An awkward silence broken by the obvious question.

"Did you just knock Snape out with a bat to the back of his head?" He asked.

"No," McGonnagal said.

"Yes," Pomphrey said. They looked at eachother, then back at Harry.

"Yes."

"No."

They looked at eachother again, before their gazes went back to Harry.

"Yes, we did," McGonnagal said.

"Quite," Pomphrey said with a professionally neutral face. "We didn't think you'd mind."

McGonnagal's lips twitched. Harry looked back and forth... And he grinned broadly.

"Not at all," he said cheerfully. "Whatever it is you're doing that involves that, keep it up, please!"

"Thank you, Mister Potter," McGonnagal said. "See you in a few months."

"You too," Harry said, turning and whistling his way down the street. He was very sure that at that moment, he could've produced the most powerful Patronus

ever.

The two witches glanced at eachother.

"We found him like this, mangled and injured due to the wards," McGonnagal said. "We found him after checking to make sure he was all right."

"Yes, quite," Pomphrey said with a slight smirk. "Exactly the thing I was going to suggest."

"Well then, we're in agreement," McGonnagal said with a smile. "We should get him to the medical wing, poor man probably has a concussion..." She trailed

off and kicked the unconscious Potions Master in the balls.

"Minnie!" Pomphrey gasped. Minerva gave her a look.

"The wards are... Very sadistic," she said. Pomphrey smiled and nodded.

"Oh yes... Quite sadistic... He was struck twice, as the wards are not bound by the Hippocratic Oath to do no harm," Pomphrey said. Minerva nodded, kicking

Snape in the family jewels once more. The Potions Master unconsciously groaned.

"Well! Any other injuries that might need reporting?" McGonnagal asked. Pomphrey hummed, and shook her head.

"None come to mind..."

"Well then, let us get him back to Hogwarts, post-haste," McGonnagal said.

"Agreed," Pomphrey said, her catty smile mirroring that of the Transfiguration teacher's. They took a hold of Snape's shoulders, and Apparated with twin

cracking sounds.