harry potter and the charm of venus (NOT MY WORK)

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this isnt my story it is a story i found and absolutely love!
here is the original: http://marjorie.auroris.net/harry-po...p-to-hogsmead/

Chapter 1 – A Trip to Hogsmead

Harry settled himself at the Gryffindor table early, being eager for the first time in several years to actually get on to his classes. Not a week had passed and he was already thoroughly enjoying his sixth year at Hogwarts. A lot had changed since the cataclysm that was his fifth year… It would be hard not to have change after such a major conflagration with the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort himself. Still, with Dumbledore back at the helm, things really were starting to return to normal, if there were such a thing. It seemed to Harry that perhaps it was he and his friends who had changed the most in the last six months.

One of his biggest surprises was finding Tonks as their new Defense Against the Dark Art’s teacher. As an Auror, she certainly had the training, and Harry had seen her skill first-hand so he knew it wasn’t just book-learned, but entirely practical. The hard part was pretending that he was just as curious about the new professor as the rest of Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron knew her of course, and their presence made it quite a bit easier to play the part. What he wasn’t ready for, however, was when she had asked him to assist in their teaching by continuing the DA club.

Certainly, they were all starting into adulthood, some being forced a little more early than others, and their long-term personality traits were beginning to solidify, as well as their physical appearances. The changes brought on by puberty were finally settling in, and the more subtle psychological changes were manifesting their ugly heads. Voices were cracking, and the hormones were flying.

Physically, he hardly recognized his friends, even after only a few months at the Dursleys. Granted, that time had seemed like an eternity, but it was still a shock to see Ron for the first time as he lumbered into the Gryffindor common room lugging his chest behind him. Harry thought that he must have grown a half dozen centimeters in his absence, and was only a finger’s width short of Fred and George now. His body had also filled out such that Harry was sure Ron would make a much better Keeper for the Quidditch team. He was definitely a far cry from the lanky stick figure that he had been as a first-year.

Ginny Weasley was shooting up as well, and had developed into quite the looker, given that she was still a year behind Harry. She, at least, surely wouldn’t have any trouble getting a date for the Christmas ball this year. But it was Hermione that had really given Harry a start when she greeted him on the Hogwarts Express.

Aside from having added nearly four centimeters to her height, her voice had deepened and grown richer, her face had lost some of its hardness, and most noticeable of all, she had somehow turned herself from a mousy little girl, into an alluring and mature woman.

Harry couldn’t put his finger on what specifically had changed… beyond some minor modifications to her hair… until he talked about it to Ron while they settled their packing.

“I’ll tell you what’s changed in Hermione,” he exclaimed as he consumed a Chocolate Frog while they sat near the boys dormitory fire late one night. “She’s gone and grown bosoms!”

Harry was so taken aback with Ron’s vehemence and choice of the word ‘bosom’, that he nearly doubled over laughing and couldn’t stop until he got a side ache some five minutes later.

But as humorous as Ron’s reaction had been, his words were indeed true. Certainly, there were other, more subtle changes, but Ron was right. Their mutual female friend did indeed now have ‘bosoms’, and the effect was quite striking. Instead of dodging out of her way in fear, most of the upper-classmen that passed her in the halls now were risking whiplash to get a second look at the girl. It was completely weird to Harry, who had had only a failed relationship with Cho Chang as a measure of how he was supposed to act around women.

“Hey Harry!” Called Hermione across the commons, causing him to jump and splash pumpkin juice down his front. The brown-haired girl slapped her over-heavy book bag on the table and dropped down next to him. “Did you hear? They’re letting students go down to Hogsmead early this year. I guess it’s in response to the utilitarian way that Umbridge ran things last year. So what do you say?”

“What do I say about what,” asked Harry waving his wand over the juice. “Scourgify!” The liquid collected into itself and vanished.

Hermione looked frustrated. “Hogsmead! Haven’t you been listening?”

Ron had joined them at the table and was staring at the various breakfast trays with obvious pangs. He made a lopsided grimace as he took a bite out of a large apple. “You two will have to go on without me,” he said around a full mouth. “Angelina’s already got me slated for special Quidditch training that day.”

“Already?” Exclaimed Harry, somewhat surprised that their team captain hadn’t called on the whole team.

“Yeah, apparently she’s convinced that she can make me as good as Wood if she just pounds me hard and often enough.”

“She might have a point,” sniffed Hermione with a serious face. “What about you Harry? Doesn’t a free day sound nice, or… did you already have plans with someone else?”

Harry looked startled. “Someone else? Who else would I go down to Hogsmead with?”

“Well…” she said stalling. “I just thought that since you had such trouble with Cho, that you might’ve found someone else, you know.”

It took Harry a few seconds to figure out what she was talking about. “You mean a date?” He said in a whisper, as though it were some horrible torture.

“Yes, Harry,” she continued at a normal conversational level. “… a date. Young men and women do that now and again, you know.”

“Not me,” said Ron across the table. “I think I’d rather eat slugs.”

Hermione gave him a killing glance. “I can arrange that you know.”

“No need. I’ve still got a clear memory, thanks.”

Harry smiled and then found himself staring at his female classmate. He was trying to understand what it was, other than her ‘bosoms’, that was different in Hermione, and had just decided that it was more of an overall change rather than her breasts in particular, when he realized that the girl had noticed his attention to her body and was glaring down at him with a somewhat furious rage.

He quickly turned away, expecting her to blast him verbally at any second. When she didn’t, he slowly let his eyes shift back to her and saw that the look of anger had been totally replaced by one of silent contemplation, as if she had just realized something important.

“Are you alright, Hermione,” he asked, hoping to distract her.

She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again, then said, “Oh, sure. Sorry, I just remembered something I need to do later. Look, Harry, if you’re not going with someone else, well, I’d still very much like to go. I’d go by myself, but since Voldemort’s returned, the new rule is you have to at least go in pairs, so what do you say?”

“Sure, I guess so,” he replied, wondering what exactly he was getting himself in for.

The girl’s face was instantly alight. “Great! Well,” she said snatching an orange from the basket, “I really need to get to Arithmancy… See ya!”

Both Ron and Harry watched her bounce off down the hall, shocked.

“I thought for sure she was going to scratch your eyes out for staring at her that way,” said Ron.

“So did I,” he agreed, frowning. “What do you suppose is up with her? She seemed a bit… I dunno… Flighty.”

“Beats me, but one thing’s for sure,” he mentioned a bit more softly as she disappeared around a corner. “She’s a might easier to look at now.”

Harry just grunted. He had been thinking that exact same thing.

The trip to Hogsmead was completely forgotten by Harry for the next week and a half as he and the other students dove into their new classes. He was just coming out a particularly difficult Potions class with Professor Snape at the end of the day, when Hermione bounded up to him.

“Ready for tomorrow,” she beamed.

Harry frowned, trying to remember what test he had failed to study for. “Tomorrow?”

Now it was Hermione’s turn to frown. “Hogsmead! You’re going with me to Hogsmead, Harry Potter! Don’t you try and get out of it, or I’ll…”

“Oh! Hogsmead!” he said quickly. “Right! I thought you were bugging me about not studying again.”

“Why would I do that,” she asked, genuinely confused, then shook her head and smiled again. “Anyway, I have something special to show you when we get there, and I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with Madam Puddifoot’s by any chance, does it?”

Hermione gave him a sad, consoling look. “Harry, I would never take you to her place,” she said kindly. “I know you and Cho had a bit of a row there…”

“That’s an understatement…” He interrupted.

“But be ready at eight AM sharp, okay?” She continued unfazed. Harry nodded once, and she turned and bounded back up the steps towards the commons with a very bright smile on her face. Harry watched after her for a moment and wondered if he might not go to bed a bit early that night, just in case tomorrow turned into one of those days that left him drained and fighting for his very life. It seemed to be happening a lot lately…

Eight o’clock came, and by half past, they were walking into Hogsmead with a fair number of other Hogwarts students the following day. Harry felt a little odd without Ron, and just Hermione, but since the decree about not going alone out of the school grounds, there were a large number of couples.

They moved briskly through their favorite shops, where Hermione picked up some supplies that Harry thought rather strange. He had no idea what they could be used for, but when he curiously asked, she just smiled and said, “You’ll see. Just be patient.”

They then spent a short time in the Three Broomsticks and had Butterbeers with Rodger Davies and a girl he could never seem to remember the name of, and when the couple excused themselves and left, Harry felt an awkwardness creep over him that he couldn’t completely explain. When he turned to Hermione, he saw that she was staring at him intently, her face passive, but friendly.

“Hermione?”

Her closed-mouth grin deepened on one side. “Are you ready for my surprise?”

“Uh, I guess so,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Good,” she said grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the booth. “Come on!” He tossed a few coins on the table for their drinks and let her pull him from the bar. Outside, she hurriedly led him almost to the edge of town and to a building he recognized at once. It was the same building where they had first created the DA, or Dumbledore’s Army.

Hermione led him directly into the Hog’s Head, but did not go into the main pub as he though she would. Instead, she took him through the lobby of the inn, nodding at the innkeeper as she passed. Harry noticed that the decrepit-looking man nodded back, but did not take his eyes off the pair until they swept up the stairs to the second level. He was pretty sure that it was Hermione he was staring after, and not himself, and he frowned.

“Hermione, what are we doing here? Isn’t this an inn?”

“Shhh… Wait until we’re safely inside, then I’ll explain.”

Harry did as he was told and let the girl lead him down the hall to a door near the end. There, she withdrew a small black key which she used to quickly unlock the room. Once inside, she turned around and re-locked the door. Drawing her wand from her robes she uttered, “Colloportus!” There was a soft squishing sound as the door sealed itself shut. Harry fervently hoped that they wouldn’t need to leave in a hurry. He didn’t like the idea of having to jump out a second story window to escape some unknown evil.

“Okay,” he started, “what’s going on…?” But Hermione had raised one finger to her lips to indicate he should remain quiet.

“Silencio Cubicularis!” She said loudly and waved her wand a second time. There was a sudden change in pressure that Harry felt in his ears, and the strangest feeling that cotton was wrapped around his head. When Hermione spoke to him again, her voice was almost hard to hear, as though it were slightly muffled.

“Sorry Harry,” she said setting down her bag of purchases. “I had to be sure we couldn’t be overheard.”

“What was that anyway,” he indicated the room with his hand to mean the second spell.

“Oh, that was a privacy spell. No sound can leave or enter this room now.”

“That’s handy,” he said looking around the small room. It wasn’t much by inn standards, even for Hogsmead. There were two chairs by a simple wooden table, a slightly sagging bed, and a single window draped with the ugliest set of curtains Harry had ever seen in his life, which was saying a lot considering the Durseys.

“Nice place,” he said tonelessly.

“It’s not exactly four-star, but it will do for my purposes,” she replied looking around and then closing the curtains tightly.

Harry considered sitting on the bed, but though better of it and remained standing. “So, Hermione, what exactly are your purposes? Why are we here, and why all the precautions? We’re not in danger are we?”

“Not likely. Not anymore anyway,” she added cryptically. “I needed a place that was isolated from as many other students as possible, and since this inn doesn’t get much patronage from Hogwarts…”

“There’s a good reason it doesn’t… Hermione, this is the kind of inn that charges by the hour!”

She just smiled and started placing the contents of her bag on the table. “Oh, I know. But I got a whole day, just to be safe. Paid for it in advance as well, which was why I wanted to be sure you remembered.”

“Paid in advance,” repeated Harry confused. He was looking at the half dozen white candles and the chalk marker that she had just removed from the bag. “Why would you do that?”

Hermione turned around, her wand still in her hand and said, “Harry, would you mind taking a small step to the left, please?”

He looked down expecting to see some horrible spider crawling towards him, when he saw nothing, he looked back up, shrugged and did as she had said.

“How’s this,” he asked.

“Perfect,” she replied, raising her wand. Harry had all of a half second before she uttered, “Petrifcus Totalus,” and he was falling backward onto the bed, stiff as a board.

“Sorry Harry,” she said coming over to the side of the bed. Her hands were on her hips as she looked down at him with a serious expression. “It was the only way.” She noticed that his eyes were locked staring at the ceiling and frowned. “I guess I could let you have a little movement… Mulceo Caput!”

Suddenly, Harry could move his head and neck, but no more.

“Hermione!” He yelled. “What’s going on?! Why have you frozen my limbs like this?”

She placed her wand back within her robes and moved to the end of the bed. There, she brought her hands up near her collar. At first, Harry thought that she was having trouble pulling something out of a front pocket, but then he realized, with a sudden jump in his blood pressure, that she was unbuttoning her blouse.

You know Harry,” she started as one by one she popped the glossy black buttons loose. “… there are a lot of girls at Hogwarts. More actually than boys by a considerable margin.”

“What does that have to do…”

“… And a larger percentage of them are coming of age now,” she continued, ignoring him.

Small beads of sweat were forming on his brow as he watched her slowly work each clasp, his eyes fixated on her fingers as they quietly revealed a wider and wider swath of cleavage down her front.

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“When a witch reaches a certain maturity,” she went on, “she is allowed to take a special class pertaining to a very specific type of magic. This magic is incredibly powerful, and is one of the only forms of magical energy that can be shared and transferred between two separate people.”

“Hermione, listen…” began Harry, again hoping to get a word in. But as before, she just ignored his attempts at interruption.

“Every wizard or witch has a certain magical potential where this type of energy is concerned, and to some extent, it can be divined ahead of time…”

The girl had reached the bottom button and was tugging the tails of her blouse from her skirt. When it was completely loose, it fell open quite a bit and Harry gasped. He could now see a wide run of creamy white skin from her throat, clear down to her navel, and to his great surprise, Hermione wasn’t wearing any form of bra underneath. She smiled briefly at his stunned silence.

“Hermione,” he all but yelled, breaking out of a slight trance, “what are you doing!?”

She titled her head slightly to the side and fixed her eyes to his. “Well, Harry, I should think that was obvious. I’m about to have sex with you…”

His eyes grew wide. “You’re WHAT?!”

“Please. You may be reluctant to step into relationships, but you can’t tell me that you haven’t at least thought about what it would be like to be intimate with a woman?”

He didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth in response, then closed it again, not knowing if his answer would get him further into trouble or not.

“That’s your problem, Harry. You’re so caught up in your own world that you don’t give others a chance to be a part of it.” When she saw that he was about to speak, she went on at once. At the same time, she kicked off her shoes, then hooked her fingers under her skirt at her hips and started to draw down her panties. Surprised once again in to silence, Harry just stared on with his mouth open.

“Oh, I know all about how you don’t want to risk the life of someone else because of the prophesy that Dumbledore gave you, but what you fail to realize is that it’s not really your choice. As long as they understand the risks, then who are you to say whether a potential partner can or can’t take that risk in order to share something with you?”

Her panties dropped to the floor at her feet and she stepped out of them.

“And before you get all sappy with me about how you’re terrible with relationships,” she explained placing her hands on the end of the bed. “I know for certain that there are at least two dozen females at Hogwarts who would love to help you work on this, no matter what the risks.”

Hermione walked around to the side of the bed and stared down at Harry as if she were considering whether or not to simply leave him there in his current state of immobility and walk out the door.

“But Cho…” he began, and immediately realized this was precisely the wrong thing to say.

“… Was waiting for you to do what she thought you would do naturally, being a guy and all. But you didn’t, and that, Harry, is exactly why you are here today.”

“What? I-I don’t understand. Are you saying that I should have taken advantage of Cho Chang?”

“Trust me when I say that you wouldn’t have been ‘taking’ anything. She was throwing it at you. You just missed the catch.” Making a decision, she leaned forward and reached for the belt of Harry’s pants. His eyes went wide, and his breathing started to grow raspy, but otherwise, he couldn’t even flinch as her thin fingers slowly worked the clasp open.

“But… But what does that have to do with you?!” In her current position, her blouse fell mostly open so that Harry could hardy help but see the smooth, white swells of her breasts and the edge of her left nipple. The sight made him swallow nervously.

“Ah, well, over the summer I got to thinking about your problem, and realized that like many things in your life, you sometimes need to be… forced… a bit in order to get yourself out of a rut.” As she said the word ‘forced’, she popped open the button at the top of his trousers. Then, with what seemed to Harry to be avid curiosity, she slowly unzipped his fly.

“I-I-I don’t see…” he stammered, his face turning a bright red.

“I had already taken Sexual Arts during my fifth year at Hogwarts, and was studying for a special test that Professor Hooch offers for advanced students, when I came across a charm that seemed to be exactly what I needed to help you… Oh my!” Hermione had opened his pants and was staring down at the bulge of his manhood beneath his boxers.

“It would seem that Petrifcus Totalus isn’t as total as we thought,” she mumbled half to herself. At least I wont have to worry about unfreezing another portion of your anatomy…” She smiled at this.

“W-Wha… what do you mean about helping m-me. Help in what w-way,” he gasped and closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at her chest and the seductive white flesh that she was enticing him with. Suddenly he gasped as Hermione slipped her fingers under the waistband of his undergarments and gently began the process of pulling them down with his pants. “Oh, bloody hell….” he groaned, trying to keep his eyes squeezed shut as his heart rate went through the roof. But it was no good. The moment her warm fingers made contact with his manhood, his eyes flew open in near panic. Above him, Hermione looked almost as shocked as he did. Her face was a cross between careful concentration and drooling delight as she very slowly revealed the object of her curiosity.

“Oh, yes…” she exclaimed, breathlessly. “Very nice.” Once she had pulled and pushed and prodded his trousers down around his ankles, she continued her dialog and moved over to the table and the purchased goods. Taking several candles in hand, she proceeded to lay them out on the floor carefully.

“The charm I found is one having to do with sexual bindery. What it does is place the target of the charm under the control of the one casting.” Moving back to the table, she retrieved the chalk marker along with the rest of the candles. Using the marker, she drew careful lines and symbols between the candles and then stepped back to survey her work.

“In essence, Harry, once I force you to have an orgasm with me, it will complete the spell and you will be bound to me sexually.”

“Hermione,” he whispered, “this has gone far enough. Release me right this minute!”

“Tut-tut, Harry,” she said moving to the end of the bed again. You and I both know that you are in no position to make demands. Now,” and she climbed up into the bed so that her legs were folded under her. Harry’s feet were directly in front of her. “shall we get started?”

“Wait!” he said, panicking again as she rose up and walked slowly forward on her knees until she was hovering over his lower thighs. There, she withdrew her wand again and said, “Aduro!” Instantly, all the candles lit as one, their soft flickering glow creating the illusion that Harry was actually under water.

“W-what do you mean I’ll be b-bound to you?” He stammered, fervently trying to ignore the warmth of her thighs on either side of his legs.

“Well,” she said sitting on him for a moment, “specifically, you will be unable to resist me sexually. You will feel an overwhelming compulsion to have sex with me whenever I ask for it, day or night, whether you want to or not. And Harry,” she said leaning forward a bit such that her breasts could be clearly seen in their entirety, “I plan to ask quite often.”

“More so,” she said rising and moving slowly up his body once again, “each time you have an orgasm with me, I will draw upon a portion of your sexual energy, making me stronger magically. The reason, Harry, that so many girls are interested in you is that your reserve of sexual energy is enormous! In short, almost any witch that has sex with you would have a huge advantage later, as sexual energy stays with you for a very long time. Years even. That would come in quite handy around the time we take our NEWTs.”

“So th-that’s all I am to you and the r-rest of the girls at Hogwarts,” snapped Harry, trying hard not to watch as Hermione moved herself further and further up his body until her thighs were spread just shy of his hips. His manhood was staring straight up into her black skirt from his immobile body. “You’re just g-going to drain me dry and then ditch m-m-me?”

“Oh, your sexual reserves will recharge soon enough, but do try to see it from our perspective, Harry. Cho wasn’t the only one trying to get your attention last year. There’s a scale used to grade wizards and witches on there relative sexual reserves – the Halvard Scale actually, based on the man who discovered sexual energy in magic. It goes from a negative ten to a positive ten, with a positive ten on the Halvard scale being the absolute best. I did the assay on you myself. You scored a positive eight, Harry.”

“I h-have no idea what that means…”

“In the entire history of Hogwarts, there have only been four wizards with a rating of seven or higher, and you are one of them. That makes you a pretty desirable boyfriend, if you get my meaning.”

Reaching down, Hermione very lightly touched the head of Harry’s shaft, causing him to suck in his breath sharply. He could do nothing more than watch as she let her warm fingers curl around his manhood like the tentacles of an octopus. Her face assumed an awed contemplative look as if she were truly enthralled with the way his member felt between her digits. Her mouth was slightly open, and he could see that her own breathing was starting to deepen with arousal as well.

“Argggg!” he groaned against what she was doing to him. The pleasure was fantastic, but helpless as he was, it was pure torture. Slowly and with an almost evil fascination, Hermione let her fingers slide up and down the length of him, caressing and squeezing as they went as though to test his hardness at various points.

“HERMIONE!!” He screamed, as sweat dripped down over his forehead. The volume of his voice startled her back from whatever lurid dream she was imagining and she jumped.

“Uh… er, sorry, Harry,” she said letting go of him and rising up straight once again. “Where was I… Oh yes, the Halvard scale. So anyway, all of us, girls that is, have been waiting for you to at the very least pick ONE of us to get physical with for the last year, and when you had that unfortunate incident with Cho, well… you can imagine our disappointment. It looked very much like you wouldn’t be dating anyone, certainly not now, because of your feelings of failure with Cho, and perhaps ever because of the prophecy, and we simply couldn’t allow that. I decided to take matters into my own, er.. hands… before someone else did, and if I happen to get something out of setting you back on track, then so be it.”

“Back on track?!” He gasped staring up at her in disbelief. As much as he tried to keep his attention focussed on Hermione’s eyes, his gaze kept falling just lower to her breasts, which were the first he had seen unclothed. He was amazed at the size of her nipples, and way they seemed to jut from the mounds in a quite pronounced manner. He had heard that it was an indication of arousal, but to see it first hand was quite another matter. Unwittingly, he found himself wanting to reach his hands up and touch them. Of course, the Petrifcus curse prevented that completely. “How is it that my having s-sex with you will get me ‘back on track’?!”

She considered this, placing a finger on her chin. “Well, our coupling is only to seal the charm actually… And then as an incentive of course.”

“An incentive? An incentive for w-what,” asked Harry nervously. If he could just keep her talking, then perhaps he could figure a way out of this.

“To get you to break the spell, silly!”

“Break it? You mean it can be removed, or broken, or whatever?”

She smiled down at him. “Of course! You don’t think I’d use the permanent version of the spell, do you?… Although it would make for an interesting…”

“Hermione! I don’t know WHAT to expect right now! But I can assure you, that if you do this, I will run straight to the library and look up the counter-charm.”

Hermione sat back down on his thighs with a sigh, and Harry noticed that his manhood was slightly draped in the front of her skirts she was so close to him. She just grinned again.

“Let me save you the trouble Harry. This version of the spell is quite easy to break. All you need to do is have intercourse with three different girls other than myself within a twenty-eight day period…”

“Oh, is THAT ALL?!” Harry said aghast. “So let me get this straight,” he exclaimed with desperation when he saw and felt Hermione gently rocking her pelvis side to side and gradually inching forward again. Her grin was that of a seductress. “To break free of your charm I must find, court, and have sex with three completely different girls at Hogwarts in the span of a mere month…!?”

“Twenty-eight days,” she corrected him.

“Whatever!”

“It makes a difference Harry,” she continued, looking a bit hurt. “If you only have intercourse with two, then you have to start all over again. Not that any of us will mind if you have to go an extra month or two… or three. There’s even a pool running as to how many girls it will finally take you…”

“WHAT?!”

“I’m currently of the opinion that you will get it in five, since you never were very quick on the uptake…”

“Bloody hell…” moaned Harry, closing his eyes in disbelief at what he was hearing.

“… but Angelina Johnson has actually gone and put you down for nine!”

“Three whole months…!”

“Four actually,” she said, happily correcting him. “She’s counting on you to fail the first three.”

“Oh, bugger me,” he groaned, his eyes rolling at the thought.

“That’s the general idea, Harry,” answered Hermione with a wiggle of her hips. Harry’s manhood had disappeared completely into the dark fabric of her skirt and he thought he could feel what he assumed must be the soft hairs of her pubis brushing against him with startling results.

“B-b-but WHY, Hermione?” He asked in desperation.

She looked frustrated. “I already told you Harry. The fact that you have to ‘share the wealth’ a bit will only benefit the whole of Hogwarts in the end, and the wider variety of partners the better. But more importantly, it will kick you out of your sexual rut. I didn’t know any other way, and I’m sorry that it had to come to this, but I figured that you would rather have the charm placed on you by a…. a friend.”

As much as he hated to think about it, he would rather have it be Hermione than perhaps anyone else. Still, that didn’t mean he had to like the fact that she was forcing him to have intercourse against his will.

“Are you ready, Harry,” she asked seriously as she sat motionless astraddle his hips.

“How can I be ready…?” He responded in frustration.

“Right then,” she said, resolution coming over her features, as well as a tinge of sadness. “Let’s get this over with for you…” Rising, she reached her hands underneath her and found his shaft.

“Hermione, I didn’t mean that… oh gods…”

Suddenly, Hermione gasped, and Harry felt a slippery warmth at the tip of his manhood. The girl closed her eyes and began to suck the air in shallow raspy breaths as she slowly let her body settle downward over Harry in a single smooth motion. It was like a liquid heat had enveloped the length of his phallus, and wonderful pleasure filled his mind, igniting a fire of lust within him.

“Ughnnn! Holy shit, Hermione! Mmmmm…”

The girl’s breath deepened until her thighs were once again settled on his hips, then with a sigh of pleasure, she opened her eyes and stared down at Harry,

“Now that isn’t so terrible, is it,” she asked without really expecting an answer.

“Oh man… Hermione, if you’re really going to go through with this… ughn… then at least release the P-P-Petrifcus.”

She thought about it for a second while she very gently rocked her pelvis from side to side. Even those tiny motions brought about incredible jolts of pleasure in Harry. He could also see that Hermione was silently battling with her concentration, which was obviously being affected by the sensations she herself was feeling, and it seemed to Harry that she took an awfully long time to answer. Her eyes had just started to glaze over when she said, “No… No, I don’t think that would be a good idea, H-Harry. At least not until… ughnnn… until the charm is sealed.”

Helpless, Harry could only watch as Hermione started to rock slowly atop him, her hips angling with each undulating rhythm such that Harry’s manhood began to glide in and out of her slick tunnel in a much more determined cadence. Her breasts hovered before him like shrouded orbs of white flesh, greatly contrasting against the dark black of her robes. Her nipples were deep red circles set atop those mounds like floating beacons in a rolling sea as she moved purposely back and forth… back and forth.

As alluring as her naked flesh was to Harry, it was Hermione’s face, however, that caused him the most arousal. Her features took on an expression that he had never before seen on the girl, and it fascinated and mesmerized him. Half pain, half pleasure, her eyes seemed to grow increasingly sad and sleepy, yet alive with activity at the same time. Her lips were parted, and her breath was guttural and clipped. It was also exactly in time to the downbeat that brought Harry’s shaft to its deepest within her.

With each repetition, the intensity of her concentration increased. Tiny gasps from her mouth turned slowly into sharp little cries of pleasure, and Harry, below her, could feel her thighs gripping him with building strength, and each time she came forward, it was with just a little more force and a little less control.

His own pleasure was growing as well, but since there was absolutely nothing he could do to increase or prolong it, he simply waited for the building orgasm that was forming in his belly. It was an odd thing, he thought, to be held magically immobile while you were fucked. He was surprisingly detached from what was happening, almost as though his member was something set out on the bed that Hermione was simply using to masturbate upon. But the sensations that her rhythmic motions brought out in him were very real indeed.

Harry had gotten himself off enough to know that almost nauseous feeling that came when he was getting close, and the welling from his testicles when he was really near to orgasm. So when Hermione’s head went back and she clutched his arms hard enough to leave marks, it was hardly a surprise to him that the sight of her own ecstasy should push him over the edge. His balls tightened, and without the slightest tremble anywhere else in his body save for his neck, he felt himself spend into her. Sparks of pleasure threatened to white out his vision, and for an uncertain period of time he lost track of reality.

When he came back, his orgasm fading, he was aware of two things. The first was that although the mind numbing sense of bliss was gone, the shocking sensations of nearly unbearable pleasure coming from his manhood were not. If anything, they were now piercingly white hot in intensity.

Secondly, he was aware that someone was crying out Hermione’s name at the top of their lungs. As he opened his eyes, Harry realized that it was him.

“HERMIONE!! UGHNNN!! UGHNNN!!” He gasped. The was girl still bucking atop him with a nearly frenzied urgency. Her whole body was slamming down on his hips, driving his shaft into her over and over and over, and to make matters worse, she seemed completely oblivious to Harry under her. Eye’s closed, head back, she was gasping in monumental pleasure.

Just when Harry thought he was going to die from over-stimulation, Hermione’s cries suddenly cut short and she was instantly rigid and tense. Her thighs gripped him like the giant hand of a cave troll, and her back arched so that her naked breasts and upper torso jutted forth from her robes and almost seemed to glow with erotic vitality. To Harry, it seemed about the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he stared up at her in awe.

Around his member, he felt her sex tremble and twitch. The spasms traveled quickly up her body and in seconds she was completely engulfed in the thrall of continued ecstasy. To Harry, it was like hours passed as he lay there completely motionless, but finally she slowly bent forward and then collapsed upon his chest, her panting face only inches from his own.

Together, they laid there in silence while there tired bodies recovered.

“Oh, Harry…” she puffed, her eyes still half lidded. “I h-had no idea the transfer of s-s-sexual energy was so intense.”

“Ughnnnmmmm…” he agreed the best he could under the circumstances. In her current position, every breath that Hermione made caused his still hard member to move in and out of her with continued pleasure. He could also feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest, even through the shirt he was wearing.

“Hermione?” He said quietly after a time.

“Oh, sorry Harry,” she answered at once and raised herself up. Drawing out her wand she uttered the counter spell to release his bound body and it was like he were suddenly turned to butter. He stretched and bent his knees tentatively to be sure everything was still working. He hadn’t meant for her to release him (even though the change was quite welcome) and he stopped the girl as she started to roll to his side in order to dismount him. Placing a hand on either thigh, he held her where she was and caught her eyes.

She just started down at him with a sad, regretful look on her face.

“Hermione, I don’t think I fully understand why you did this to me, but I wanted you to know… and what I was trying to tell you before we, uh… well… I am glad it was you… to charm me, I mean.”

Hermione brightened at once.

“Really? You mean it?”

He nodded slowly.

“Thanks, Harry. I really needed to hear that…” Then grinning she added, “But it won’t get you out of the charm. You’re in for it now, my friend.”

Harry frowned, but then had an idea. “You know, Hermione,” he said lightly stroking her thighs until his hands were seductively sliding up her bare limbs and into her skirt. “We don’t have to go back to Hogwarts right away, do we?” His fingers were slowly curling around her backside, tickling as they went. He felt her shudder and then sit more upright as she started to understand what he was insinuating. “I mean, you did rent the room for the whole day, right?”

“Well, y-yes, but…”

“And since I can’t resist you anymore,” he said simply. His left hand had moved around to her lower abdomen and was very gradually sliding downward into her lap. Harry was pleasantly surprised when Hermione gasped as his fingers settled into the short, soft hairs of her mons, but not half as surprised as Hermione herself, who shuddered in renewed arousal. He watched her close her eyes and just breath, trying to gain control over the pleasure that was re-igniting itself in her loins. Watching her, Harry felt his member growing rigid once again within her and smiled. Then, using his right hand he drew her body forward, forcing his shaft deep into her once again. It didn’t take much cosking to get her hips back into the slow undulating rhythm, and smiling up at the quickening girl, Harry figured he could have worse problems than being unable to resist the sexual advances of Hermione Granger.

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hapter 2 – Allies

The walk back to Hogwarts late that afternoon was awkward for Harry. Hermione, however, seemed chipper, even giddy, and was more than happy to lead the conversation as they traveled. At first, she wanted to hold his hand, but when Harry paled, she relented.

“You’re not going to be able to keep it a secret forever you know,” she exclaimed smiling at him. The mousy-haired girl did seem to be brimming with vitality. Whether he believed that the charm would affect him or not, she certainly did seem to have more energy. Perhaps it was just how girls got after having sex.

“If half of Hogwarts already knew about what you planned to do, why did you bother with all the secrecy,” he asked.

She nodded knowingly and then looked serious. “That was for you, Harry.”

“For me,” he replied confused. “Were you afraid I’d call for help or something?”

Hermione laughed softly and grinned. “No, silly. Just because you’re the number one most desirable male in the whole school, doesn’t mean that I want Malfoy and the rest of Slitherin egging you over it for the rest of the year. Precautions were necessary.”

“Oh. I suppose,” he replied, thinking. “So, Hermione… Just how many girls do know?… About my Harvard rating, or whatever it’s called.”

“It’s ‘Halvard’, and that would depend.”

“On what,” he asked, fearing that he might not like the answer.

“Well, news does travel pretty fast in the girl’s dorms, and juicy gossip, especially regarding as fiery a topic as sex, travels even faster.”

Harry groaned.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if every girl who has been through Sexual Arts is aware by now. Most knew my intentions toward you weeks ago.”

Staggering a bit, Harry felt weak in the knees.

“Still,” she continued, “girls are remarkably tight-lipped when it comes to spreading the same gossip to boys. It’s quite possible that you yourself are the only male that knows. Thus the secrecy. But, Harry, I wouldn’t count on that for very long. Someone is bound to slip up sooner or later, and, um, you might find it a little harder to keep our relationship a secret in the near future.”

They had arrived at the main gates of the school, so he lowered his voice a bit. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but, why’s that?”

Hermione sighed. “The charm, Harry. Remember why we were doing what we were doing all day… How it all started?”

“Oh… Right. Hermione,” he asked after a moment’s silent thought. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but repeated trips to the Hog’s Head is bound to get noticed by someone, don’t you think?”

“Oh, to be sure! That’s why we won’t be going there any more.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” said Harry.

“No, I plan on having sex with you here on school grounds from now on… Careful Harry!”

Upon hearing her words, he had nearly tripped and fallen on his face.

“What?! Are you insane? Someone’s sure to catch us!”

She smiled warmly. “Then you had better hurry up and make plans to break the charm, hadn’t you?”

“Oh, bloody hell…”

Hermione was good to her word, as Harry found out that same night. He and Ron had stayed up late in the commons trying to decide what to do. At first he considered keeping his new relationship with Hermione a secret even from him, but changed his mind once he realized he was basically going to have to court three, make that four, girls at the same time. Ron was sure to notice. Besides, any understanding support he could get would be worth the risk right now.

Still, Ron could hardly believe it when Harry let on what he had been up to all that morning.

“Blimey Harry! You and Hermione? I always thought you two might hit it off, just not so soon, you know?”

“Well, it was a bit of a surprise to me too, Ron,” he replied as he kicked an errant log near the fire.

“You know, ‘arry,” replied the boy thoughtfully. “The fact that she did that assay thing on you in the first place means that she was thinking about,… uh, you know.”

“Well, apparently there are a lot of things about being a witch that we don’t know about. I mean, they have whole classes devoted toward, sex!” Both boys ducked and then remembered they were alone in the large round room.

Later that night, just before Harry was about to slip into bed, there was a knock on the door. Sighing, he stepped out of bed and went to answer it.

“Peeves, if this is you, I swear I’ll…”

“Hello, Harry.” Hermione was standing there dressed in a purple night robe. “Mind if I come in?”

Suddenly, Harry felt very faint. He wanted to scream, “no!”, but the words wouldn’t seem to come out of his throat. Grunting, he found himself stepping aside.

“I… I…” he stammered.

“I know. You want to ask me to leave, but can’t, yes?”

He nodded.

“That would be the charm, Harry. It’s forcing my will upon you. I’m very sorry, but it’s really for your own good.”

“B-b-but, someone… y-y-you… b-b-boys dorm!”

“Don’t worry, you should be able to speak more normally once you get used to it. Now if you would please go over to your bed, so we don’t wake the others.”

Before he knew what was happening, he found himself walking over to the bed following the girl. Hermione was quietly uttering spells as she waved her wand at the large four-poster, so that when Harry arrived he was only partially shocked to see Hermione disappear as she stepped through the curtains. From the outside, it just looked like an unmade bed, as though Harry were in the loo or something.

But once inside, it was quickly obvious that magic was at work. The curtains of the bed seemed to shimmer slightly, and the air had the same muffled quality that Hermione had used at the Hogs Head Inn.

“Hermione”, he whispered as best he could as he tried (and failed) not to look at the girl’s legs as she lounged on top of the covers with her hands over her head. “This is positively insane! Someone will catch us,” he added, finally getting control of his voice.

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“No, Harry, they won’t. I put both a Temporal and a Silencio spell on the bed. Unless someone literally sticks their head through your curtains, we can do whatever we want, as loudly as we want and no one will be the wiser.”

“But you shouldn’t even be here,” he said louder than he meant to. He had an increasingly powerful urge to touch the brown-haired girl as she smiled up at him. “This is the boy’s dorm,” he exclaimed, as though that should explain everything.

“Actually, Harry, girls are allowed in the boy’s dorm, just not the other way around. I guess the founders of Hogwarts felt that teenage males couldn’t be trusted to control themselves.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah right. It’s the girls they should have worried about…”

Hermione just continued to smile while she languidly stretched out, the form of her body becoming quite pronounced under the robes. A sweat started to bead on Harry’s forehead, and the desire to reach out for her was growing by the second. Finally, the girl giggled and said, “Take off you clothes Harry, before you burst.”

As much as Harry wanted to resist, he found that he simply didn’t have control of himself. Whenever he tried to stop what he was doing, a profound sense of lust washed over him, growing and wrapping around his mind until he relented again. He was kneeling there naked in only a few short minutes, his heart beating wildly.

“Much better,” said Hermione, caressing him with her eyes, which caught at his groin. “I’d say you’re ready, yes?”

Harry just moaned.

“Oh, alright then,” she relented and opened her robe. She was as naked as he was beneath, and the sight of her, her limbs splayed and open for him, was more than he could stand. With a giggle and a soft whoosh of air, Hermione settled Harry’s body on top of her own, her legs snaking around his buttocks to lock him in.

“I’m really going to enjoy this year,” she whispered happily as she accepted Harry within her.

The next morning, Harry nearly missed his early Charms class. Ron had to literally roll him out of bed before he could muster the energy to get moving.

“What’s up with you,” asked Ron as they finally stomped down into the nearly empty common room and each snagged a piece of toast off a tray that someone had left near the fire. “Even Fred and George are easier to wake up than you were this morning.” The makeshift breakfast was cold and not nearly enough, but Harry thought it would just have to do as he washed it down with some luke-warm water and took his friend by the elbow into the hall and away from Neville and a few other students.

“It was her,” replied Harry in a hushed tone when they were in the clear.

“Hermione?!” Ron spit out her name like a curse.

“Shhh! Yeah, she kept me up half the night.”

“Doin’ what?” He asked stupidly.

“What’d ya think?!” Replied Harry with a little more spite than he meant to. Ron’s eyes grew wide.

“Blimey! Well at least she’s going to be tired too… Right?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “That’s just it, Ron,” he said, in a frustrated tone. “SHE’S fine! It seems this whole magical energy thing is pretty one-sided.”

“Well,” said the other with raised brows, “it’s not entirely one way…”

Harry looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Uh… Well, you do get to, ya know…”

“What?” prodded Harry, still in the dark.

“Well, you get to have sex with Hermione,” continued Ron matter-of-factly.

“Ron!”

“You do! Don’t get all bent at me. There are plenty of blokes who wouldn’t mind bein’ in your shoes you know… Wouldn’t mind at all.”

Harry just groaned and started walking with Ron toward their class.

“Still,” continued the redhead as he followed along. “You better do something, Harry… Before you’re a complete basket case.”

It was halfway through their Defense Against the Dark Arts class before Harry actually came up with that ‘something’. What he needed was an ally. Someone who could help him or at least give him reasonably helpful advice. In that respect, Ron was useless. He had even less luck dating than Harry did. He needed someone on the inside, so to say, and someone he could trust. The other males at Hogwarts were out for obvious reasons, and any girl with any experience would probably be in on it with Hermione. That left the staff. Dumbledore couldn’t be bothered over something so juvenile, and he literally shivered at the thought of confiding in Professor McGonagall on the subject of sex. He was about to give up when he happened to glance at the new list of spells on the blackboard and noticed Tonks. Almost at once, Harry realized she’d be perfect. He knew he could trust her because of her place in the Order of the Phoenix, perhaps even more so because he knew she was a bit of a rebel herself. Even now, as their professor, and above the protests of McGonagall, her hair was a candy cane red slashed with ribbons of purple. And more importantly, she was still young enough that she might have some sympathy for Harry’s dilemma.

He waited until the end of class and told Ron and Hermione that he needed to check with Tonks on something for the DA and to save him a place at lunch. When they were gone, and it was just him and the professor, he came forward and cleared his throat.

“Oh, hi Harry,” exclaimed Tonks happily as she looked up from the thick paperback book she had just buried herself in as she slumped in the soft leather chair behind her desk. “Somethin’ on your mind? I’m afraid the deadline for your report on the use of Gallymander Puffs is firm…”

“Um… no, that’s fine. I… uh…” he stalled. “Tonks, can I talk to you about something, uh,… personal?”

The Auror’s brows raised slightly. “Personal about me, or personal about you?”

“Um, me, I guess.”

“Oh, sure,” she answered looking somewhat relieved.

“Right, well…. I… Is that a Muggle book,” he found himself asking when he got a good look at the odd tome in the girl’s hands. The cover depicted a swooning female with enormous ‘bosoms’ being held passionately by a shirtless, well-muscled male. Tonks looked down at the book and blushed slightly.

“Oh this? It’s Muggle all right. Called a ‘romance novel’. They’re a bit lurid, but great fodder to help learn about Muggle social culture… and frankly quite addicting.” She added the last with a brief worried look that vanished almost as fast as it had appeared. “But I don’t think that’s what you wanted to ask me.”

“Ah, no. Actually, I was, um… kinda wondering if you knew anything about, um… well, sexual charms?”

The young woman’s face brightened at once. “Why, Harry! Are you trying to seduce someone special?”

He immediately blushed and frowned “If only it were that simple…”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”

“Well, suppose someone had put a charm on me…”

“A charm,” she asked, setting the book on her desk. “To do what?”

Harry swallowed and felt a sweat forming on his forehead. “Uh… well, um… to force me to have a lot of sex.”

“Why would they do that,” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, I had a really bad relationship, and there were a lot of girls who wanted to er… and I’m an eight on the Halvard scale…”

“‘oly shit! Did you say you were an EIGHT?!” Tonks had nearly fallen backwards in her chair.

“Yeah…”

“Bargs and Bucklebolts, Harry! An eight… Who would’ve thought.” After a few moments of silence, Harry noticed that she was staring at him, biting her lower lip. Her eyes took on an almost dreamy glossy look, and Harry realized that she was quite distracted by something. He suddenly had a pretty good idea what it might be.

“Uh, Tonks?”

“Hmm? Oh, sorry! Caught me in a a bit of a daydream there. You were saying,” she said, coming around her desk so that she could sit on the front of it, her legs dangling down.

“A charm… of sexual bindery actually. Well, first she used the Petrifcus Totalus spell on me, and that pretty much left me helpless. I fell right over on the bed. Next thing I know, she’s placing candles all around and drawing with chalk…”

“What,” asked Tonks, confused. “Chalk? Who was marking with chalk?”

“Uh, Hermione,” he said somewhat embarrassed.

“Hermione Granger?”

“Is there more than one Hermione here at Hogwarts,” asked Harry perturbed.

“Hmm? No… It’s just that it explains a bit. A bindery charm is Newt level magic, and damn hard to pull off, even for those with loads of er… experience. The fact that she could make it work at all is pretty remarkable. But if anyone could, it’d be her.”

“Well, it works alright. Trust me,” he said blushing again. “So, what I was wondering, was if you knew of some way to break the charm, beyond the normally prescribed method I mean.”

“You mean by having sex with three other women?”

Harry gulped again. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Sorry Harry. That is indeed the only way to break that particular spell, short of killing her I mean.”

Harry sighed and frowned. “Damn. Well it was worth a try. Thanks Tonks.” He stood to leave when their Defense teacher called out to him.

“Uh, Harry… A moment if you please.”

He turned back around, still mulling over the fact that his next course of action was to pick three more girls with which to court. When he looked up, Tonks was rummaging through one of the shelves at the back of the class, looking for something.

“I know it’s here somewhere,” she said to herself as she clumsily tipped a small red vial off the edge and nearly knocked over the Sneakerscope left over from Professor Moody. The vial shattered on the floor and an acrid cloud of orange smoke slowly drifted along the stone flooring. Tonks didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Ah! here it is,” she exclaimed as she brought forth a very well worn book with a bright blue leather cover and a locking clasp. She pointed her wand at the lock and uttered, “Alohomora!” At once, the clasp fell open and she turned to the index. “Yes. Yes, this might be helpful.”

For a moment, he thought that perhaps she had indeed found another way to break the charm. “You found something, Professor?”

“Please, Harry,” she said without looking up from the page. “Just ‘Tonks’ when class isn’t in session. You and I both know the title is somewhat honorary. If you mean about your charm then, no. Oh, it’s in here, to be sure, but she picked a good one, Miss Granger did. Not sure exactly where she found it, but we both know how resourceful she can be. No, I’m afraid you’re in it for the long haul, Harry.”

“Oh. But then what good will that book be? What is it?”

“It’s a book of sexual spells and charms. The complete compendium actually,” she answered tonelessly.

Harry was shocked. “I had no idea such a book even existed.”

“Not many do. It’d be complete chaos if Fred and George Weasley even got their hands on it, which is why it’s locked in here and not the library… even the restricted section. I want you to borrow it.”

“Me?” said Harry, stunned. “What in the world would I do with it?”

Tonks looked up and blinked. “Really Harry. Even you can’t be that naive? While the use of the Venus Charm is not strictly forbidden, forcing you to have sex in order to complete the charm is clearly an abuse of her art, and Miss Granger knows it. She needs to be taught a lesson, and I’m going to help you do it.”

“You are?” He asked confused and delighted at the same time.

“Of course! That’s why you’re really here, isn’t it? To ask for my aid? Not some silly excuse about breaking the charm.”

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I forget you’re an Auror.”

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Chapter 3 – Double Duty

Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to have the book Tonks had given to him, especially since she made him promise not to reveal it to anyone. Still, it was pretty interesting reading. He had a chance that evening while Ron was at Quidditch practice to browse a few chapters and was both stunned and confused. Some sections were obvious, like the chapter on Love Potions, while others, such as the one entitled, “Delectatio Femina” completely mystified him. The illustrations were shocking to say the least, and he nearly lost it when Neville came into the room while he was trying to understand one drawing in particular showing a close up of a female’s genitals. He had to slap the book closed and pretend that he was late for a meeting with Professor Snape while trying to shield his lap from view at the same time. It was only when he was safely out in the halls that he remembered that he really did have a Potions class that evening… and truthfully enough, he was indeed late.

“There you are, Harry,” came Hermione’s cheerful voice behind him and he unconsciously ducked. “Come on, I have something I want to show you,” she said leading him away from Snape’s dungeon after their lesson. She hadn’t even waited to see if he was following her. But then, she didn’t have to. Harry knew at once what it was that she wanted to ‘show him’ since he suddenly found his feet had betrayed him and were quietly trotting along behind her with or without his permission. He cursed under his breath and tried not to stare at his classmate’s rear too obviously as she led him through several halls and up a flight of stairs. Finally, she reached a place that Harry recognized at once, and he gulped. It was the Room of Requirement that they used for their DA meetings.

“Just in here,” she said, smiling as she held the door for him.

“Oh no…” he moaned upon seeing the large four-poster bed covered with pillows. A soft glow came from a large number of candles placed randomly about the space.

“Oh yes,” replied the girl closing and locking the door. She then giggled and made a running jump to the bed, which went ‘wooof!’ and bounced her softly. “I did warn you Harry,” she said adjusting the pillows a bit. Then, kicking off her shoes, she hooked her finger at him.

Swallowing, he stepped closer until he was standing by the side of the bed. He really didn’t have a choice, as the charm was still pretty much controlling his actions. She reached for his belt.

“You know,” she said almost absentmindedly as she slowly unbuckled his pants. “I know it’s only been two days and all, but I think you had better get moving if you plan to make the twenty-eight day deadline.”

“Wh-wh-why’s that,” he asked, trying not to watch what her hands were doing.

“Well,” she continued, “I’m drawing a lot of energy from you every time we have sex, and while your reserves will recharge, you’re going to get awfully tired.” His pants dropped to the hardwood floor with a clunk. A moment later, her fingers were playing at the top of his boxers.

“I d-d-diddn’t know you cared… oh god…” he groaned.

Hermione had the look of a child with a new Christmas toy as her fingers gently urged his undergarment down over his hips.

“Well of course I care, Harry,” she answered after a moment or two. “If you’re dog-tired, you won’t very well be much good in bed, now will you? Step out of your shoes and join me up here, please,” she ordered.

“Oh…” he responded as he followed her instructions.

“Now,” she said smiling happily as she sat on the bed before him with her legs folded under her. “I want to try something a bit different this time. I want you to take my clothes off.”

“What?!” he replied, panicking even as his hands were reaching for her. His shaking fingers found the top of her blouse and he nearly fainted.

“It’ll be good for you. After all, if you’re ever going to break the charm, then you had better learn how to do this.”

It was hard to fight logic like that, but Harry still found himself so nervous he thought he might throw up. One by one, he gradually worked his way to the bottom of Hermione’s blouse. She helped him out then and pulled the rest of the garment out of her skirt.

“Okay, unlike our first time, I’ve got on a bra, so reach behind me and undo the little clasps.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he groaned and leaned forward so that his arms encircled the girl. Her face was right in front of his, and his nostrils filled with the fragrance of her hair… her skin… He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her lips and his breathing deepened. Hers too, he noticed.

“You’re doing fine, but focus, Harry. My bra, remember?”

He realized that he had stopped, entranced. “Hmm? Oh! Right, sorry,” he replied and took a deep breath as he renewed his struggles with the alien clasp.

Hermione giggled at his trouble.

“Confound it! Is this thing cursed or something?” He exclaimed finally as his frustration reached a peak.

“Relax. It’s not hard once you know how to do it. Push the ends in, and then release them… there you’ve got it!”

Harry sighed with relief and brought his arms back around, but his breath caught when the bra fell forward exposing her bare breasts. Smiling, Hermione cast the unneeded garment to the side.

“Do you like them, Harry?” She asked, pushing her chest forward slightly. Her lopsided grin betraying her as she teased him. He just swallowed and nodded once.

“Go ahead,” she inclined her eyes to her front. “Touch them… lightly.”

Even though he had done so before, he reached out and very gently placed his fingers to the top swell of her breasts. In the past, he was far too caught up in the passion of intercourse to really pay attention to Hermione’s assets, and he marveled in the softness under his fingers. Hermione gasped softly as the tips of his fingers found the harder flesh of her nipples, her lips parting to suck in the quick breath. He saw and felt the darker nubs swell slightly under his touch.

Harry saw that Hermione’s breathing was quickly deepening and she had closed her eyes to the pleasure.

“Th-that’s lovely, H-H-Harry, ummm… but I want you to get my skirt now, if you p-p-please.”

With reluctance, Harry moved his hands down to her waist and saw that the girl blew out a heavy sigh and smiled. “Right,” she continued. “There’s a zipper on the side… That’s it. Now let me up a bit,” She rose up onto her knees and he slid the garment down her thighs. Then, leaning back, she laid herself out onto the bed. “Now my panties,” she instructed.

Harry gulped and moved forward until he could grasp the white frilly top and move it over her hips. She helped by raising her rear until the garment was clear, then settled down into the soft covers, naked save for her socks. Harry could hardly breath. She giggled at his statue-like pose, his hand still holding out her undergarments.

“Oh, men are so helpless,” she said half-jokingly after a moment. “Come on then, Harry. Just put those down and come closer.”

Looking at the panties in his hand, he abruptly let them fall to the bed as though they had become hot to the touch and clumsily made his way forward until he was right before Hermione’s bent legs.

“We have about two hours before evening classes, but before we get to it I wanted to explain something to you. We witches get basic instruction in sexual magic early. I’m not at all sure why they don’t have an equivalent class for boys except possibly that you’d all go right out and try to rut with every girl on campus, and there’s quite enough of that going on as it is.

“One of the things we learn, and that you have already experienced, is that while the transfer of magical energy during sex can be enormously empowering for one individual in a coupled pair, it can be quite draining on the other. I noticed that you missed breakfast again.”

Harry winced. “I could hardly get out of bed this morning. Ron had to wake me.”

“I thought as much,” she continued. “I’m sorry about that, Harry. If it’s any consolation, that heavy draining should lessen. I’m nearing my peak and won’t be able to take much more energy from you soon.”

Harry looked up in surprise. “Does that mean…”

“Oh, you won’t get off the hook that easy, Potter,” she laughed. “Having a great reserve for my NEWTs isn’t the only reason to have sex you know. I’m rather enjoying myself. Which brings us back to why we’re here…” With that, she grinned deeply and urged her thighs apart.

With a groan, Harry slid forward on top of her as he considered her words.

“Hermione,” he asked. “Just how much does the extra energy help you?” Below him, her hands were squirming between their bodies toward his phallus but stopped when he distracted her with the technical question.

“Well, I suppose it varies based on the individual. It won’t help you study, if that’s what you’re thinking. You still have to be able to perform the magic. But, it does make you stronger. Your spells become more likely to hit their mark, and when they do, they’ll have a higher chance of working correctly.”

“I think I get it,” replied Harry, frowning. “So someone with their magical energy topped off, so to say, wouldn’t have to try quite as hard to perform a spell that might normally be a little above them.”

Hermione brightened. “Yes, Harry. That’s it exactly! But listen… It works the other way as well I’m afraid. When your magical reserves are low, you have to work that much harder to do the same charms or spells. It’s one of the reasons they tell you pace yourself carefully during OWL and NEWT testing. If you give the proctors your highest level spells right up front, you can often find yourself too worn out to perform well at the end. It’s also why the school encourages the use of simple spells over complex ones as a habit. If you find yourself in drawn out combat with a Deatheater, the last thing you want is to be draining yourself too quickly.”

At the mention of Deatheaters, Harry found himself disconsolate and it wasn’t until Hermione brought him back to reality by taking hold of his manhood that he realized that he had been frowning.

“Try not to lose the moment,” urged the girl below him with a smile.

“Oh… Sorry ’bout that,” he stammered and returned his attention to their original purpose for being in the Room of Requirement. With a grunt, he let her guide his shaft, and then grinned himself when she gasped in pleasure. “So… ughn… Hermione… Given my.. umm… rating and all…ughnnn… I’m not ever going to get much out of sex… ahh… Magically that is, am I?”

“Thanks for qualifying that last point, Harry… ohhh! Unfortunately, ummm… unless you found someone with an even higher rating than… ughn!… yourself… Ahh! Ahh… Ohh… Which seems highly unlikely… uhnnn!… You will always lose energy during s-s-sex… oh yes! Right there… Ahh!! UGHN! UHMMMMM!!”

Hermione stiffened into bliss beneath him, and a moment later, Harry had his own release. After a time, he collapsed and she rolled to the side. “That was marvelous,” she said still panting. Her face had a dreamy, sleepy quality to it. He had to agree, but deep in the back of his mind, something was still bothering him.

She’d mentioned that their coupling might not affect him so much in the near future, which was a good thing considering how many times being magically strong had probably saved his life in the past. The problem was, if he had any hope of breaking the Venus Charm, it wouldn’t just be Hermione who would be draining him soon. And if he didn’t get it in the first shot… He swallowed nervously as he contemplated the idea of three months or more of being weak to the point of exhaustion. He seriously hoped that Voldemort choose to wait a semester or two before he renewed his attacks.

As if to drive the point home, he felt Hermione’s hand at his groin. She was uttering something under her breath and he realized that she had her wand out. Whatever it was she was doing had an almost immediate effect on his member, which, having gone limp, was now mysteriously rising to the occasion again.

Giggling, she set her wand aside and rolled Harry onto his back. Then, climbing astraddle his hips, she said, “Looks like you’re ready for another go…”

The next week proved no better for Harry as far as breaking the Charm was concerned, but it certainly wasn’t for lack of trying on his part. Part of the problem was that he didn’t know which girls were in on Hermione’s game. It wasn’t like he could just walk up to some random female and ask if they wanted to have sex with him in order to break a spell. Of course he didn’t realize this at first, and made a royal ass of himself when he did just that and propositioned a long-haired Hufflepuff girl that he caught eying him after Herbology.

He wasn’t at all sure that any girl that Hermione had talked to wouldn’t just lead him on in the hope of delaying him another month. After all, the longer he was under the Venus Charm, the more it benefited the school, and in Hermione’s eyes, himself. He needed more advice.

Waiting until the rest of the room had filed out after Defense Against the Dark Arts, he asked Tonks if he could have a moment.

“Still having trouble with the charm then,” she stated, waving her wand to erase the blackboard and tidy up the classroom.

Harry just snorted.

“You still have time. What’s the problem?” She asked as she set herself behind her desk and slumped into the chair so she could cast her feet up on the desk top. It was so unlike his other teachers that he just stared at her for a few moments before answering.

“Uh… I guess I’m not sure how to, er… proceed. How in the world am I supposed to know which girls are going to… cooperate?”

“Hmm,” she replied smiling. “That, Harry, is a question males have been trying to figure out since Adam. However, I see your point. If you’re going to nip this thing in the bud, so to say, then you can’t waste time courting, now can you?”

“Yes, that’s it exactly!” He exclaimed, thinking that he sounded remarkably like Hermione.

“Well then, we need to set you up with a ringer.”

Harry frowned, confused. “I’m sorry, did you say a ringer?”

“That’s right. Someone who won’t mind jumping right to it… A sure thing, you know?”

Suddenly he did know, and his eyes grew wide. “You mean like a prostitute?”

Tonks all but fell out of her chair laughing. When she had recovered herself she looked up at Harry, who didn’t see the mirth in his words at all, and said, still giggling, “No Harry. I think we might have a bit o’ difficulty sneaking a tart like that into Hogwarts. No, I think what you need is a go-between. Someone to test the waters a bit and find a girl with loose enough morals not to mind a quick hop in the sack, but still keep her mouth shut should anybody ask.” Tonks had a somewhat glazed look to her eyes as though she were concentrating. Finally, she turned to Harry and frowned.

“Better give me a day or two to sound-out a few possibles. See me after our next class. But in the meantime, you continue your search as well. You know most the girls here better than I do, and remember you need three, so get cracking.”

Another whole day passed before Harry had screwed up enough courage to talk to any of the girls in his classes, let alone ask them about going out with him. He was making himself nearly sick with apprehension. The only good news was that Hermione was too busy with an Advanced Arithmancy project to call on his services the night prior, which meant that he woke up that morning somewhat refreshed for the first time in almost two weeks.

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Chapter 3 – Double Duty

Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to have the book Tonks had given to him, especially since she made him promise not to reveal it to anyone. Still, it was pretty interesting reading. He had a chance that evening while Ron was at Quidditch practice to browse a few chapters and was both stunned and confused. Some sections were obvious, like the chapter on Love Potions, while others, such as the one entitled, “Delectatio Femina” completely mystified him. The illustrations were shocking to say the least, and he nearly lost it when Neville came into the room while he was trying to understand one drawing in particular showing a close up of a female’s genitals. He had to slap the book closed and pretend that he was late for a meeting with Professor Snape while trying to shield his lap from view at the same time. It was only when he was safely out in the halls that he remembered that he really did have a Potions class that evening… and truthfully enough, he was indeed late.

“There you are, Harry,” came Hermione’s cheerful voice behind him and he unconsciously ducked. “Come on, I have something I want to show you,” she said leading him away from Snape’s dungeon after their lesson. She hadn’t even waited to see if he was following her. But then, she didn’t have to. Harry knew at once what it was that she wanted to ‘show him’ since he suddenly found his feet had betrayed him and were quietly trotting along behind her with or without his permission. He cursed under his breath and tried not to stare at his classmate’s rear too obviously as she led him through several halls and up a flight of stairs. Finally, she reached a place that Harry recognized at once, and he gulped. It was the Room of Requirement that they used for their DA meetings.

“Just in here,” she said, smiling as she held the door for him.

“Oh no…” he moaned upon seeing the large four-poster bed covered with pillows. A soft glow came from a large number of candles placed randomly about the space.

“Oh yes,” replied the girl closing and locking the door. She then giggled and made a running jump to the bed, which went ‘wooof!’ and bounced her softly. “I did warn you Harry,” she said adjusting the pillows a bit. Then, kicking off her shoes, she hooked her finger at him.

Swallowing, he stepped closer until he was standing by the side of the bed. He really didn’t have a choice, as the charm was still pretty much controlling his actions. She reached for his belt.

“You know,” she said almost absentmindedly as she slowly unbuckled his pants. “I know it’s only been two days and all, but I think you had better get moving if you plan to make the twenty-eight day deadline.”

“Wh-wh-why’s that,” he asked, trying not to watch what her hands were doing.

“Well,” she continued, “I’m drawing a lot of energy from you every time we have sex, and while your reserves will recharge, you’re going to get awfully tired.” His pants dropped to the hardwood floor with a clunk. A moment later, her fingers were playing at the top of his boxers.

“I d-d-diddn’t know you cared… oh god…” he groaned.

Hermione had the look of a child with a new Christmas toy as her fingers gently urged his undergarment down over his hips.

“Well of course I care, Harry,” she answered after a moment or two. “If you’re dog-tired, you won’t very well be much good in bed, now will you? Step out of your shoes and join me up here, please,” she ordered.

“Oh…” he responded as he followed her instructions.

“Now,” she said smiling happily as she sat on the bed before him with her legs folded under her. “I want to try something a bit different this time. I want you to take my clothes off.”

“What?!” he replied, panicking even as his hands were reaching for her. His shaking fingers found the top of her blouse and he nearly fainted.

“It’ll be good for you. After all, if you’re ever going to break the charm, then you had better learn how to do this.”

It was hard to fight logic like that, but Harry still found himself so nervous he thought he might throw up. One by one, he gradually worked his way to the bottom of Hermione’s blouse. She helped him out then and pulled the rest of the garment out of her skirt.

“Okay, unlike our first time, I’ve got on a bra, so reach behind me and undo the little clasps.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he groaned and leaned forward so that his arms encircled the girl. Her face was right in front of his, and his nostrils filled with the fragrance of her hair… her skin… He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her lips and his breathing deepened. Hers too, he noticed.

“You’re doing fine, but focus, Harry. My bra, remember?”

He realized that he had stopped, entranced. “Hmm? Oh! Right, sorry,” he replied and took a deep breath as he renewed his struggles with the alien clasp.

Hermione giggled at his trouble.

“Confound it! Is this thing cursed or something?” He exclaimed finally as his frustration reached a peak.

“Relax. It’s not hard once you know how to do it. Push the ends in, and then release them… there you’ve got it!”

Harry sighed with relief and brought his arms back around, but his breath caught when the bra fell forward exposing her bare breasts. Smiling, Hermione cast the unneeded garment to the side.

“Do you like them, Harry?” She asked, pushing her chest forward slightly. Her lopsided grin betraying her as she teased him. He just swallowed and nodded once.

“Go ahead,” she inclined her eyes to her front. “Touch them… lightly.”

Even though he had done so before, he reached out and very gently placed his fingers to the top swell of her breasts. In the past, he was far too caught up in the passion of intercourse to really pay attention to Hermione’s assets, and he marveled in the softness under his fingers. Hermione gasped softly as the tips of his fingers found the harder flesh of her nipples, her lips parting to suck in the quick breath. He saw and felt the darker nubs swell slightly under his touch.

Harry saw that Hermione’s breathing was quickly deepening and she had closed her eyes to the pleasure.

“Th-that’s lovely, H-H-Harry, ummm… but I want you to get my skirt now, if you p-p-please.”

With reluctance, Harry moved his hands down to her waist and saw that the girl blew out a heavy sigh and smiled. “Right,” she continued. “There’s a zipper on the side… That’s it. Now let me up a bit,” She rose up onto her knees and he slid the garment down her thighs. Then, leaning back, she laid herself out onto the bed. “Now my panties,” she instructed.

Harry gulped and moved forward until he could grasp the white frilly top and move it over her hips. She helped by raising her rear until the garment was clear, then settled down into the soft covers, naked save for her socks. Harry could hardly breath. She giggled at his statue-like pose, his hand still holding out her undergarments.

“Oh, men are so helpless,” she said half-jokingly after a moment. “Come on then, Harry. Just put those down and come closer.”

Looking at the panties in his hand, he abruptly let them fall to the bed as though they had become hot to the touch and clumsily made his way forward until he was right before Hermione’s bent legs.

“We have about two hours before evening classes, but before we get to it I wanted to explain something to you. We witches get basic instruction in sexual magic early. I’m not at all sure why they don’t have an equivalent class for boys except possibly that you’d all go right out and try to rut with every girl on campus, and there’s quite enough of that going on as it is.

“One of the things we learn, and that you have already experienced, is that while the transfer of magical energy during sex can be enormously empowering for one individual in a coupled pair, it can be quite draining on the other. I noticed that you missed breakfast again.”

Harry winced. “I could hardly get out of bed this morning. Ron had to wake me.”

“I thought as much,” she continued. “I’m sorry about that, Harry. If it’s any consolation, that heavy draining should lessen. I’m nearing my peak and won’t be able to take much more energy from you soon.”

Harry looked up in surprise. “Does that mean…”

“Oh, you won’t get off the hook that easy, Potter,” she laughed. “Having a great reserve for my NEWTs isn’t the only reason to have sex you know. I’m rather enjoying myself. Which brings us back to why we’re here…” With that, she grinned deeply and urged her thighs apart.

With a groan, Harry slid forward on top of her as he considered her words.

“Hermione,” he asked. “Just how much does the extra energy help you?” Below him, her hands were squirming between their bodies toward his phallus but stopped when he distracted her with the technical question.

“Well, I suppose it varies based on the individual. It won’t help you study, if that’s what you’re thinking. You still have to be able to perform the magic. But, it does make you stronger. Your spells become more likely to hit their mark, and when they do, they’ll have a higher chance of working correctly.”

“I think I get it,” replied Harry, frowning. “So someone with their magical energy topped off, so to say, wouldn’t have to try quite as hard to perform a spell that might normally be a little above them.”

Hermione brightened. “Yes, Harry. That’s it exactly! But listen… It works the other way as well I’m afraid. When your magical reserves are low, you have to work that much harder to do the same charms or spells. It’s one of the reasons they tell you pace yourself carefully during OWL and NEWT testing. If you give the proctors your highest level spells right up front, you can often find yourself too worn out to perform well at the end. It’s also why the school encourages the use of simple spells over complex ones as a habit. If you find yourself in drawn out combat with a Deatheater, the last thing you want is to be draining yourself too quickly.”

At the mention of Deatheaters, Harry found himself disconsolate and it wasn’t until Hermione brought him back to reality by taking hold of his manhood that he realized that he had been frowning.

“Try not to lose the moment,” urged the girl below him with a smile.

“Oh… Sorry ’bout that,” he stammered and returned his attention to their original purpose for being in the Room of Requirement. With a grunt, he let her guide his shaft, and then grinned himself when she gasped in pleasure. “So… ughn… Hermione… Given my.. umm… rating and all…ughnnn… I’m not ever going to get much out of sex… ahh… Magically that is, am I?”

“Thanks for qualifying that last point, Harry… ohhh! Unfortunately, ummm… unless you found someone with an even higher rating than… ughn!… yourself… Ahh! Ahh… Ohh… Which seems highly unlikely… uhnnn!… You will always lose energy during s-s-sex… oh yes! Right there… Ahh!! UGHN! UHMMMMM!!”

Hermione stiffened into bliss beneath him, and a moment later, Harry had his own release. After a time, he collapsed and she rolled to the side. “That was marvelous,” she said still panting. Her face had a dreamy, sleepy quality to it. He had to agree, but deep in the back of his mind, something was still bothering him.

She’d mentioned that their coupling might not affect him so much in the near future, which was a good thing considering how many times being magically strong had probably saved his life in the past. The problem was, if he had any hope of breaking the Venus Charm, it wouldn’t just be Hermione who would be draining him soon. And if he didn’t get it in the first shot… He swallowed nervously as he contemplated the idea of three months or more of being weak to the point of exhaustion. He seriously hoped that Voldemort choose to wait a semester or two before he renewed his attacks.

As if to drive the point home, he felt Hermione’s hand at his groin. She was uttering something under her breath and he realized that she had her wand out. Whatever it was she was doing had an almost immediate effect on his member, which, having gone limp, was now mysteriously rising to the occasion again.

Giggling, she set her wand aside and rolled Harry onto his back. Then, climbing astraddle his hips, she said, “Looks like you’re ready for another go…”

The next week proved no better for Harry as far as breaking the Charm was concerned, but it certainly wasn’t for lack of trying on his part. Part of the problem was that he didn’t know which girls were in on Hermione’s game. It wasn’t like he could just walk up to some random female and ask if they wanted to have sex with him in order to break a spell. Of course he didn’t realize this at first, and made a royal ass of himself when he did just that and propositioned a long-haired Hufflepuff girl that he caught eying him after Herbology.

He wasn’t at all sure that any girl that Hermione had talked to wouldn’t just lead him on in the hope of delaying him another month. After all, the longer he was under the Venus Charm, the more it benefited the school, and in Hermione’s eyes, himself. He needed more advice.

Waiting until the rest of the room had filed out after Defense Against the Dark Arts, he asked Tonks if he could have a moment.

“Still having trouble with the charm then,” she stated, waving her wand to erase the blackboard and tidy up the classroom.

Harry just snorted.

“You still have time. What’s the problem?” She asked as she set herself behind her desk and slumped into the chair so she could cast her feet up on the desk top. It was so unlike his other teachers that he just stared at her for a few moments before answering.

“Uh… I guess I’m not sure how to, er… proceed. How in the world am I supposed to know which girls are going to… cooperate?”

“Hmm,” she replied smiling. “That, Harry, is a question males have been trying to figure out since Adam. However, I see your point. If you’re going to nip this thing in the bud, so to say, then you can’t waste time courting, now can you?”

“Yes, that’s it exactly!” He exclaimed, thinking that he sounded remarkably like Hermione.

“Well then, we need to set you up with a ringer.”

Harry frowned, confused. “I’m sorry, did you say a ringer?”

“That’s right. Someone who won’t mind jumping right to it… A sure thing, you know?”

Suddenly he did know, and his eyes grew wide. “You mean like a prostitute?”

Tonks all but fell out of her chair laughing. When she had recovered herself she looked up at Harry, who didn’t see the mirth in his words at all, and said, still giggling, “No Harry. I think we might have a bit o’ difficulty sneaking a tart like that into Hogwarts. No, I think what you need is a go-between. Someone to test the waters a bit and find a girl with loose enough morals not to mind a quick hop in the sack, but still keep her mouth shut should anybody ask.” Tonks had a somewhat glazed look to her eyes as though she were concentrating. Finally, she turned to Harry and frowned.

“Better give me a day or two to sound-out a few possibles. See me after our next class. But in the meantime, you continue your search as well. You know most the girls here better than I do, and remember you need three, so get cracking.”

Another whole day passed before Harry had screwed up enough courage to talk to any of the girls in his classes, let alone ask them about going out with him. He was making himself nearly sick with apprehension. The only good news was that Hermione was too busy with an Advanced Arithmancy project to call on his services the night prior, which meant that he woke up that morning somewhat refreshed for the first time in almost two weeks.