Chapter 5 by stargatesg1fan1
When November arrived the weather grew colder. This time was also the start of Quidditch season. It was the first Saturday in November that Harry's first Quidditch match against Slytherin house took place. The Potter heir could feel Snape and Dumbledore's glares on him. This was nothing new. The older pair of wizards had been glaring regularly at the Potter warlock ever since he had thrashed both. Harry still went to potions class but Snape no longer acknowledged the first year's presence after coming to the realization that Dumbledore couldn't punish the celebrity. The Rider knew that wasn't the end of things and suspected something would eventually happen but felt reasonably confident that he was prepared for whatever came. The shape-shifter ignored the glares and downed a healthy breakfast.
The stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch were filled by eleven o'clock. Quite a few spectators sported magical binoculars called omnoculars. The basic model just had magically enhanced vision to help the viewer see over greater distances and focus in on smaller objects but the more expensive models could record scenes viewed for later playback. Susan, Hannah, Cho, and Tonks had joined Hermione and Neville in the Gryffindor stands to cheer their friend on. The group sported a banner which read "Go Harry!" One of the girls had enchanted the letters to glow and zip around the material the banner was depicted on.
Wood gave the team a speech he repeated before every match Harry knew from his copied memories. The Potter heir tuned Wood out for the most part as he focused on the coming match against Slytherin. The green eyed Rider followed his team out onto the pitch where Madam Hooch was waiting as referee.
"I expect a clean game for all. Mount your brooms," Hooch directed.
Harry's memories from the twins told him Hooch never did anything to stop any games that weren't clean. After the players were on their brooms Hooch blew her whistle and started the match. The fifteen players shot into the sky.
"Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor has taken possession of the Quaffle first off because she is an excellent chaser and quite good looking as well," Lee Jordan began to announce.
"Jordan!" McGonagall's voice cut in over Lee's commentary with censure.
Harry tuned Lee out as he tracked the snitch, never letting it leave his incredible sight.
"This game doesn't seem to be a challenge for you," Saphira pointed out.
"No it isn't," Harry agreed as he flew around the pitch while pretending to search for the snitch. "But it excites the witches."
Harry's reply got an amused snort out of his dragon. The Quaffle was being run up and down the field meanwhile before Gryffindor finally scored the first goal.
"These magicals are quite excitable about this game in general," Saphira observed as the Gryffindor stands cheered loudly at the goal scored.
Soon after, a Slytherin beater hit a Bludger towards the Potter mage but the agile warlock easily dodged the projectile.
"If they actually hit you I'll sit on them," Saphira promised her bonded with a growl.
"I suppose I should end it now before anymore cheating can occur," Harry replied before shooting towards the snitch.
"Potter appears to have spotted the snitch," Lee Jordan shouted excitedly.
The Slytherin seeker, Terrence Higgs, flew off towards the Potter heir but had no hope of catching the snitch before the Rider.
"Look out," Saphira warned but the action was unnecessary because her Rider saw Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Captain, intentionally fly into the path to the snitch at a point that would have been too late for a normal person to avoid a collision.
The shape-shifter was no normal person and channeled his magic into his broom, bending reality to his will. Harry swerved around the elder wizard, mostly. The warrior mage's knee met Flint's face with enough force to completely knock the cheater clean off his broom unconscious. Without much effort the agile elf like Rider snatched the snitch from the air a few yards away.
"Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins 160 to 0," Lee announced.
The cheering that ensued for the winning catch was much louder than when Gryffindor had scored the first time in the game.
That night after the massive party in Gryffindor tower, Harry was looking to work off some of his frustration at having to deal with all his fans. The celebrity wasn't used to all of the fawning his fans layered upon him. The atmosphere of the party apparently had given these people the courage to overcome their usual restraint in approaching the defeater of Voldemort. The best way for Harry to blow off some steam was with a workout of his magic. To this end the warlock went to the abandoned classroom he routinely practiced magic with the others in.
"Rough night Harry," Tonks prompted when the wizard entered the dark room.
"Tonks what are you doing sitting here in the dark?" Harry queried as he approached the Hufflepuff who was seated on a love seat.
"I was waiting for you," Tonks answered as she pulled the wizard down into the seat next to her before proceeding to kiss him.
Harry was surprised but eagerly returned the kiss. Several moments later, when Tonks broke the lip lock she began trailing kisses over his jaw line. When she reached the Rider's ear the witch swirled her tongue around the sensitive flesh before nibbling a bit. The sorcerer felt his companion's hands slide up to the crotch of his jeans where she began rubbing his already hard bulge.
"I think you deserve a proper reward for playing so well today," the sultry female purred as she freed her favorite type of wand from the confines of its owner's trousers.
"You will get no argument from me," Harry moaned while his friend stroked his length.
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Nymphadora Tonks had wanted to jump her famous friend's bones for quite some time now. The Quidditch match had just provided a good excuse. The witch's head descended towards Harry's lap. Even in the dark of the room the Hufflepuff's lips found the sensitive tip of the Potter male's dick. With no experience in this type of thing Tonks first tried kissing Harry's meaty head followed by flicking her tongue out to taste the flesh. This action earned a moan of approval from the wizard, making Tonks smile. The older magician enveloped the warlock's crown in her heated mouth and bathed it with her saliva via her tongue. The Rider's hands gripped the arm rests of the chair tightly while he focused on the feeling of Tonks' mouth working its way down his member.
The witch took about half of the male's healthy prick in her mouth after a few moments of exploring his organ. Tonks quickly learned that Harry liked it when her tongue moved all over but especially in the sensitive area located below the opening of his urethra on the underside. As she began to bob her head up and down in Harry's lap, working his manhood in and out of her mouth while applying suction, Tonks felt her pussy growing wetter than it had ever before in her life. The witch was situated partway off of the love seat at a rather uncomfortable angle. As if sensing her discomfort the sorcerer applied transfiguration magic to turn the love seat into a bed. Now able to spread out a bit more, Tonks stretched out her legs and brought her right hand into her own trousers. Slipping beneath her panties the witch began to rub her cunny to bring some much needed relief.
"That's my job," Harry whispered as he leaned forward to get into a better position. "You just keep doing what you're doing with your mouth," the mage encouraged while his hand slipped down the back of the witch's trousers and inside of her panties. The wizard explored with his right hand over the Hufflepuff's fit bum and quickly located the crevice of her vagina. "Bloody hell you're wet," the warlock commented, earning a moan of agreement from the witch that had his pecker in her mouth. "Shit…that felt good!"
Tonks hummed again which felt absolutely amazing to the wizard as he began working his middle finger in and out of the hole of his partner's vagina. It was one thing to see a woman's nether regions during his youthful spying but a completely different experience to feel the soft slickness of a female's sex. Harry had read up on what women liked. Experimentally the sorcerer twisted his hand around, rubbing his fingers along the soft inside of Tonks' sheathe and feeling her flesh stretch to accommodate him.
"That feels good," Tonks whispered, pulling off of the handsome Rider's sausage long enough to inform him.
Tonks began to suck harder and faster on her partner's prick as he located her g spot and started to really pleasure her. The Hufflepuff cupped the wizard's ball sack and started kneading his sensitive orbs gently. Due to her increased comfort with sucking on the sorcerer's cock Tonks started taking more of his rod into her oral cavity. The metamorphmagus began using her inherit abilities to relax her throat muscles enough to invite the thick man sausage into her gullet. Soon enough the witch pressed her nose into the Potter male's groin, feeling his pubic hair tickle her nose.
"Oh fecking hell!" Harry gasped. "Tonks…I'm going to cum," the warlock warned while he furiously rubbed her g spot and located her clit with his thumb.
Tonks sucked harder and started swallowing on the mage's pole. The contractions of the witch's throat muscles stimulated contractions in her partner's nether regions which propelled his semen from the testicles she held in her gasp through his dick and projected that potent fluid into her mouth. The first stream of man juice shot straight down the witch's throat and into her belly. Tonks pulled back a bit so she could taste the cock cream. Although somewhat salty the Hufflepuff found she liked the taste. As soon as she made that determination the young woman was hit with a wave of ecstasy that originated in her vagina at the points where her favorite male's hands contacted her body. As he came and filled her belly with cum the Rider was subconsciously channeling pleasurable magic into his partner's bits. Tonks started thrashing and climaxing while her mind went blank. The pair of magic users moaned and gasped as they experienced their first orgasms at the will of another.
Several minutes later Tonks crawled up the bed so that her head was even with Harry's.
"That was bloody amazing," the witch whispered before kissing her lover, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
Harry kissed the witch back just as passionately, not minding in the least where her mouth had just been.
"I'd only planned on sucking you off…but now I'm even hotter for you than before," the witch declared while bringing her partner's hands between her legs. "I want you so badly Harry. Will you make love to me?"
"I would be insane if I said no," the wizard replied while shifting back to his elf-like physique, feeling better in that form.
Tonks threw her leg over the younger magic user's waist and straddled him. Without much preamble the beautiful prefect guided her mate's fully hard dick to her slit. Without taking her eyes off of the Rider's handsome features Nymphadora Tonks made herself a woman, sinking slowly down upon his shaft. Even though she no longer had a hymen due to an active youth, Tonks had expected to feel some discomfort trying to accommodate Harry's size. Such was not the case. The wizard's sausage slid into the witch's sheathe without any discomfort. Tonks felt completely right as she seated herself on her lover's prick. The pleased sorceress leaned forward and kissed the grinning mage.
"Why are you smiling?" Tonks inquired, pausing for a moment, after sitting up once more.
"You're kidding right?" Harry asked in surprise. "I'm buried completely in the tight vagina of one of my best friends who also happens to be incredibly beautiful. I'm having the best night of my life."
Tonks smiled warmly in reply while slowly starting to rock her hips back and forth on her wizard. The witch felt her shirt melt away as easily as her pants had disappeared earlier. At the time the Hufflepuff had been too preoccupied with other matters to appreciate her mate's silent and wandless magic but now she noticed his abilities. All of that power, magical and mental, and the witch was lucky enough to have his attention focused on her. The prefect rolled her hips, twisting her monds around on her mate's turgid shaft as it navigated her insides. Magical hands danced over Tonks' exposed flesh as Harry explored her body. She felt him thrust his hips upwards, driving his length against her cervix. The dragon companion pulled the witch's shoulders down until she was lying fully on top of him, nose to nose. The mage kissed his sorceress while he rocked his hips, stretching her cunny with his stiffness and vigor.
"I'll take over," Harry purred while rolling over on top of Tonks without coming out of her core.
"Alright," Tonks happily agreed as the movement did wonderful things to her insides.
The wizard grasped the prefect by her wrists and drew them above her head, holding them down while rocking only his lower body. The green eyed Potter stared intently down into the currently purple eyes of his shape shifting mate. The warlock put his own shape shifting abilities to good use, making his dick grow slightly bigger inside of the young woman's core. Tonks' moaned her approval as the elf-like male thrust faster into her soaking sex. The bed rocked with the thrusts of the wizard. His shaft probed deeply into the sweaty beauty's fiery core, pinning her to the mattress. Tonks drew her feet up along the back of her mate's flexing thighs. She buried her face in his neck and gripped his sides with her hands, feeling the powerful sinew beneath ripple with his exertions. The wizard's heated breath bathed the side of the witch's face.
"You're so thick Harry," Tonks declared in a tone barely above a whisper. "You fill me up just right," the currently blonde Hufflepuff added.
"And you my delicious Nymphadora are so incredibly soft, wet, and tight around me," Harry replied while flexing his hips and prick in such a way as to rub his tool against his partner's g-spot. "I can't get enough of you," the wizard admitted.
The passion flowing between the pair caused them to stop thrusting for a few moments and just grind their pelvises together while their mouths attempted to blend together, tongues probing against one another. When the mage's hips began driving his sausage in and out of the young woman's pussy once more she ran her fingers up along his sides and around to grasp his powerful biceps while her feet moved up to rest against his muscular bum. The witch's panting and moaning increased in volume and frequency as she got her snatch stretched in just the way her heart desired most. The dragonrider was working his rod back and forth through the stretched lips of his mate's juicy box with unrelenting and never tiring rhythm. Tonks' grip tightened, her fingernails left their mark on the sorcerer's flesh.
"Harry…oh…oh god…I'm going to cum baby," Tonks whispered. "Don't stop…don't stop," the witch cooed encouragingly while squeezing her inner muscles tightly to encourage the wizard to pump her hungry pussy.
"I'm going to cum too," Harry managed to get out through his pleasurable haze.
"Cum in me baby," Tonks encouraged. "I want to feel your hot seed filling my cunny."
Harry crushed his mouth to Tonks' lips and sucked on her tongue just as she began to orgasm. The mage buried his bone in the quivering box of his lover and released his first ever load of semen into a female's vagina. The ecstasy drove the Rider's magical core wild. Even while incredible pleasure surged through the joined sexes of the Potter male and his new woman his magic reached into Tonks and claimed her as his in a way no other male would ever be able to do. The couple had given each other their first time and their shared passion connected them in a way beyond the physical. The Rider reached out with his mind and joined his consciousness with Tonks' mind. This act made the pair gain a whole new perspective on their individual bliss. The coupling pair experienced release from the perspective of one another. New life was lent to their orgasm.
"Bloody hell," Tonks howled while shoving her monds up towards the groin of the warrior sorcerer, her inner muscles gripping and pulling at his prick as if they would never let the shaft go.
"Tonks," was all Harry could moan as more semen than was humanly possible flowed from his rod and into his mate's burning core.
The over stimulated witch's mind couldn't process the sensory input. Nymphadora collapsed limply to the bed in a sex induced unconsciousness that mimicked a coma. As the last vestiges of orgasm slowly faded from his drained manhood Harry rolled over so that he was on his back with his lover on top of him. The Rider transfigured some pillows and a sheet out of some pencils and paper lying nearby before getting himself comfortable. Harry's last conscious thought before he let his normal restful state claim him was that it was the best night of his life with the gorgeous Hufflepuff sharing the experience with him.
End Smut Scene
After that first passionate night Tonks and Harry shared many more amorous rendezvous. Tonks was much more playful and affectionate during her private martial arts training sessions with the Potter male. Soon it was December. Halfway through the month a blanket of snow coated the landscape in white in the middle of the night. Harry had signed up to leave Hogwarts for Christmas. The green eyed sorcerer would be staying with the Grangers for the first part of the vacation and then with Nymphadora and her family for the latter half of the Holiday. The school was riddled with mistletoe.
Harry took great delight in finding these mistletoe decorations when he was around his female friends. Susan and Cho blushed like mad after they were kissed on the lips by the celebrity while Hermione was growing less shy about such events as she received more kisses. Nymphadora pressed herself against the handsome wizard and proceeded to explore his mouth with her tongue, an exhibition that had the other first years among the group of friends staring and learning. Out of a silent agreement with Neville, Harry did not kiss Hannah and the Longbottom heir only kissed that particular Hufflepuff witch.
The Grangers were very warm to their favorite young wizard. Even though he was staying with the Grangers for the first part of his holiday Harry spent his nights sleeping with Tonks. It was something the pair had taken to doing at school as well. No wards seemed to be able to stop Harry's ability to apparate. Wards set upon his room at the Grangers alerted the mage if he suddenly needed to get back there.
"Merry Christmas Harry," Tonks whispered before she woke her lover up in one of the best ways imaginable.
Almost an hour later a sweaty Rider announced, "That was the best Christmas present ever!"
"That wasn't your present Harry. You will get that later," Nymphadora purred before pecking his lips affectionately. "Now you'd best get back to the Grangers."
When the sorcerer had teleported away the Hufflepuff grinned mischievously. Harry reappeared in the Grangers' guest room and quickly sought out a shower. Once he was cleaned up the warlock went downstairs to find an excited Hermione sitting on her living room couch. Her best friend sat down next to the brown haired witch.
"Someone is excited," Harry teased.
"It's Christmas Harry!" The witch replied, as if that explained everything.
"Merry Christmas you two," Emma greeted the two magicals as she entered the living room wearing a robe followed by her husband.
The two youths replied in kind. Emma sat by the Christmas tree and began passing out presents. Harry received many wonderful and thoughtful gifts but he was happiest with the reactions his presents to others got.
"What's this?" Emma inquired when she opened one of her gifts to hold what looked like a wand.
"That is an object I enchanted to contain one type of spell. This type of enchantment draws its power from runes which collect ambient magic. I'll show you how to use the magic later but essentially you can use that item to clean anything you want magically instantly," Harry explained.
"This is brilliant," Emma declared happily.
"What are these?" Dan questioned after opening up a gift meant for both him and his wife.
The objects in question were a pair of metallic looking armbands.
"Those are illusory bands. I also enchanted those myself. They allow the wearer to make their clothes look like whatever the wearer wants. It's only an illusion but you will never have to go buy clothes for the value of the aesthetics again if you don't want to," Harry explained.
This gift earned the mage a hug from the attractive Emma Granger. If Hermione was half as attractive as her mother when she matured then the witch would be quite the catch. The perceptive Rider could sense already that Hermione would likely surpass her mother's beauty, quite a feat.
Later that evening…
Harry lay naked on Nymphadora's bed waiting for a very special present the Hufflepuff had promised him. A partial sense damping charm did not allow the wizard to see, hear, or smell. The mage could of course reach out with his magic but chose not to spoil the surprise. Suddenly Harry felt something warm and soft slide around the tip of his prick.
Begin Smut Scene (Warning anal from the start and includes fem-slash)
The sense dampening charm was dispelled and Harry did not quite understand what he was seeing at first. A gorgeous witch crouched over his erect prick held in Tonks' grasp. The crouching witch had brown hair and looked like a younger version of Emma Granger mixed with Hermione. Then the concentrating young woman turned her head back towards the wizard enough that he saw it was Hermione, an older version of Hermione. The book loving witch had fuller hips, a rounder and more inviting bum, and larger breast. Hermione's smile also showed her teeth were perfectly sized.
"Hello Harry," Hermione whispered. "Tonks showed you the wonders of the female sex and now I'm going to show you the wonders of the female butt. Just hold still…I've prepared myself for this. Mum and dad made a tape of this act and mum really likes it."
Those words had the wizard raring to be in his best friend's rear. Hermione quickly obliged her favorite male, lowering herself down and putting pressure on her anus. The apparently older appearing witch's rectum reluctantly opened up, allowing the thick intruder entrance. Hermione moaned and reached between her parted thighs to rub her pussy. The book lover had prepared herself with the appropriate charms to remove discomfort but her friend's thick tool entering her sensitive anal chute was still an intense experience. Slowly Miss Granger lowered her bottom down, sliding her colon down around the moaning male's prick. Nymphadora removed her hand when it was apparent her sorcerer's dick wouldn't be escaping the heated grasp of Hermione's guts.
"She's got a great butt doesn't she Harry. I prepared it with my fingers and tongue," Tonks announced.
"Oh god," Hermione gasped. "He just twitched inside of me!"
"I think he likes the image I just put into his head," Tonks pointed out with a smirk. "Here Hermione, I'll do that for you," the mischievous metamorph informed her best female friend, crawling between the younger witch's spread thighs and bringing her mouth down to the Granger female's flower.
"Oh…oh wow…My ass is full and you're licking my pussy," Hermione whispered in amazement while reaching back and putting her hands on the Rider's chest, starting to raise and lower her backside on the mage's rod. "Oh bloody hell yes!"
Hermione's butt muscles squeezed her warlock's sausage when she flexed her hips to work herself up and down on his hardness. Tonks' mouth stayed glued to the pleasure filled beauty's sex, lapping hungrily at the nectar being produced. The female metamorph slipped two fingers into the younger witch and began rubbing in all of the places she herself liked being rubbed. The room was filled with the moans and groans of Harry and Hermione as she experienced her first but most definitely not her last buggering. The wizard started helping his mate by lifting his hips up off the bed as she dropped down into his lap, pushing his prick further into her hot soft intestines.
"Ugh…ugh…bugger…me…Harry," Hermione declared between breaths. "Bloody…hell…your dick….is thick!"
"So deliciously thick," Tonks agreed while fingering herself and dropping her mouth down to suck on her favorite male's tasty testicles for a moment.
Hermione now knew why her mother had always climaxed more intensely when riding her father's tool in the videos the witch had snuck from her parents' private homemade video collection. The feel of Harry's hard cock sliding in and out of her magically lubricated bum, her soft cheeks hugging and caressing his hardness, the feel of his hot breathe on her neck while his hands explored her flexing form all worked together to drive the witch towards a joyous release greater than anything she had yet experienced in her short sex life. Harry's hands found her tits and Hermione cooed her approval when he began playing with her sensitive bits. Tonks began sucking on Hermione's nether lips and probing into her slit with a suddenly longer than normal tongue. The brown haired witch wrapped her legs around the Hufflepuff's neck, grinding her juicy snatch into the hungry mouth. Hermione rocked back and forth between a hungry mouth and a hard cock, loving both sensations greatly.
"Bloody hell…your ass is so tight," Harry declared. "I'm going to cum," the wizard added with a grunt.
"Yeah…cum in my ass honey," Hermione encouraged while moving faster, really starting to squeeze the prick working her butthole over with strong rectal muscles.
Harry pulled Hermione down fully into his lap when he felt himself tipping over the edge. At the same time Tonks was sucking on the bookworm's clit. Hermione came hard into the prefect's mouth, shivering her pleasure while whimpering quietly. The feel of a pulsing prick spewing forth semen into her bowels only made Hermione's climax more intense. The anally impaled witch fell back into her lover's strong embrace as their sexes continued to throb for some time.
"That was so fucking hot," Tonks declared while kissing and licking her way up the sweaty joined pair's bodies. When she reached shoulder height Tonks leaned towards Harry and kissed him hotly on the mouth, sucking on his tongue and giving him a great taste of Hermione. "Harry baby…I need a throbbing cock in my cunt. If you do me from behind I'll lick Hermione's tasty snatch again from on top and I bet I can convince her to lick mine."
"Sounds like a great idea," Miss Granger declared directly into her best friend's ear, nipping on his lobe. Harry was fully hard again in an instant. "Oh…he definitely likes that idea," Hermione announced. It was a great night to be Harry Potter.
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Later…
"Was it some type of polyjuice potion?" Harry inquired as he laid with a sweaty Hermione on one side of him and an equally sweaty Tonks on his other.
"Hermione discovered that if you polyjuice yourself as a metamorphmagus you can shift between the form of that metamorphmagus and your own base form and can also modify that base form accounting for age among other things. This is why Hermione looks older," Nymphadora explained.
"I don't think anybody had ever tried using a bit of a metamorphmagus as the key ingredient for polyjuice before," Hermione explained. "I have also noticed that I retain a small amount of ability to manipulate my base form even after the polyjuice has worn off. I haven't done anything noticeable yet because I did not want to spoil your surprise Harry. But from now on my teeth will be perfect, my hair will be straight, my breasts will be larger, and my hips will be filling out much more quickly than they would have conventionally."
"I see nothing wrong with that," Harry replied before kissing his gorgeous new lover.
The amorous trio spent a great deal of time exploring each other for the rest of the day. Saphira did not leave the forest in her Rider's trunk until he was done mating. The dragon had been enjoying some good long naps in the tree house in the magical forest.
In fact it was during that same day that Hermione lost her other virginity.
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Hermione lay stretched out naked along her favorite wizard, her well licked cunny pressed against his thigh. The brown haired witch remembered watching as Tonks got her snatch stretched by the impressive tool between the elf-like male's legs. Even though she had climaxed many times recently Miss Granger felt herself becoming wetter while just staring at the incredibly handsome Harry Potter. Hermione reached out and grasped her friend's wand, stroking the fleshy rod and rousing him from his trance like state which had long ago replaced sleep.
"Someone is ready to go again," Harry pointed out in a whisper so as to not wake the sleeping Nymphadora.
"Make me a woman completely Harry, please," Hermione requested.
"Gladly," the warlock answered before rolling over on top of his best friend.
The witch lined the shaft head up with the entrance to her sex, rubbing the bulbous tip between her soaking lips several times before moving it into final position. Harry kissed Hermione intensely and sucked on her tongue while he pushed his hardness into her softness. Hermione moaned deeply into her lover's mouth as he stretched her vagina open. Although there was no hymen to mark her virgin status the tightness of the witch's pussy while it gripped the invading wizard's dick was proof enough. Hermione accepted the mage further and further into her canal until he was completely enveloped into her smooth wet heat.
"Oh…Harry…Harry you're really big inside of me," Hermione whispered before biting her bottom lip cutely. Grasping her partner's sides with her fingernails the witch held on as he began moving his hips back and forth to slide his sausage in and out of her tight confines. "Fuck me Harry…slide your hard dick into my tight little pussy," Hermione cooed hotly, feeling her man throb with each dirty word from her lips.
Hermione knew just how to excite her best friend with words. The bibliophile young woman rotated her hips while her man pumped slowly away at her snatch. The rotating action served to generated added friction between her insides and her lover's cock. This friction and the extra stimulation of her sensitive parts had Hermione soaking with vaginal nectar. This nectar was running down the crack of the brown haired female's recently deflowered bum. Hermione purred her approval when Harry's hands found her larger than normal breasts. The warlock explored his partner's soft melons, leaning down and tonguing and suckling them without his hips ever slowing down.
"Your pussy is damn tight Hermione," Harry announced with a growl. "I could stay buried in you forever."
Harry soaked in the sensations from his dick as it navigated the tight womanly tunnel of Hermione Jane Granger. The Rider buried himself again and again in his witch's welcoming sheathe. The sorcerer sensed the moment Nym woke up and looked over to see the witch staring at him and the female laying beneath him.
"Go Hermione…take that hot cock," Tonks declared.
The female metamorphmagus crawled down the bed and positioned herself between the two coupling lovers' legs. A moment later Harry and Hermione felt a finger slips up their bums to massage their sensitive parts. The bum fingering added an extra element of intensity to the pleasurable act they were partaking in. The wizard brought Miss Granger's legs up onto his shoulders, allowing him to push into her folds with a new angle of thrust. Hermione gasped with every stroke of her partner's meat into her stretchy vaginal walls. Nym's fingers were busily rubbing Harry's prostate and Hermione's a-spot. The meaty slapping noise of Harry's pelvis impacting Hermione's thighs and bum filled the room along with gasps and groans from the two best friends. The Rider stared intently into the chocolate brown eyes of the young woman he had come to love and saw the same passion he felt returned to him in those intelligent depths.
Hermione loved her man so much at that moment she couldn't picture herself any happier. The witch's fingernails gripped her partner tighter while she leaned up and initiated a kiss that seared her senses for several minutes. The feel of Harry's lips on hers while their tongues rubbed together and their bits intermingled was a distinctly intimate one like no other sensation in the world. Miss Granger began intentionally squeezing her cunt muscles hard around the pulsing cock within her core to grasp her favorite male organ tightly. The rod responded in kind by flexing within her depths. The witch kissed her way along her lover's jaw up the side of his hairline to his ear and began nibbling on the soft flesh. Harry drilled into the young woman's vagina harder and faster with a feeling of increased urgency due to the extra stimulation.
"Oh god Harry…I'm going to cum," Hermione moaned directly into her paramour's ear. "I'm going to cum wrapped around your cock baby. Are you going to cum inside of me…fill my tight little pussy with your hot load? I'd love to feel your hot juice spraying into my womb."
Witch and wizard raced as one towards a climax to their activities. Neither participant wanted the sex to end yet their bodies yearned for release…to mix their bodily fluids in a venting of mind bending proportions. Tonks understood the approaching event and hastened her activities, pushing the pair towards orgasm even faster. Hermione's slick sheathe, clenching inner muscles, and sheer womanly attraction pushed the Rider over the edge. A jolt of liquid magic fired from the sorcerer's dick and coated Hermione Granger's vaginal walls. The witch released her own sweet potion to mix with the warlock's seed. The couple thrashed together and clung tightly to each other, grinding their pelvises together. The joint climax continued to build with no end in sight, fueled by the passion between the joined duo and their surging magic.
The immortal dragon Rider's power ensured Hermione's mind shut down first sometime after her twelfth orgasm. Harry stayed buried in his partner even after the last of his seed had leaked out. Tonks crawled up over his back.
"Do you have anything left in you?" Nym inquired.
"You bet your ass I do," Harry growled.
"Prove it," Nymphadora challenged.
The witch's squeals rang off of the bedroom walls as her man pounced on her.
End Smut Scene
Alas all good things must come to an end. Soon Harry and his friends and lovers were back at Hogwarts. At the first Quidditch practice of the new term Harry learned that Snape would be refereeing the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The Potter heir wondered if he was going to have to remind the potions brewer of the folly of crossing an heir of the Marauders.
As the match was about to start Harry remembered Wood's earlier comment, stating, "I don't mean to pressure you Harry but if ever we needed an early catch of the snitch it's now. Snape can't be allowed to show his true bias too much."
"That's exactly what I intend to do," Harry told Saphira just as the game began.
The Rider did not fool around and instead shot straight for the snitch. Before a goal could even be scored the shape-shifter had the snitch in his grasp. The cheering was monumental. After the players landed the keen eyed Potter noticed Snape spitting on the ground with bitterness.
"His bitterness and hate has consumed him," Saphira observed.
Rider and dragon were continually torturing Snape with many varied minor attacks worthy of the son of a Marauder. Snape was impotent in his ability to deal with the situation because Dumbledore had forbidden the potions brewer from retaliating against the dangerous first year. It was a short while later while her Rider was enjoying a nice hot shower in the locker room that Saphira informed Harry that Snape was suspiciously heading into the Forbidden Forest.
The Potter mage dried himself with a charm then transported his clothes into place. The warlock then apparated onto Saphira's back where they couldn't be detected. The dragon followed on the ground, thankful for the enchantments concealing her which prevented anything from detecting the noise of her movements. After the dragon had passed over an area the depressions from her footprints were magically filled in. Saphira easily tracked Snape from his scent and found him talking to Quirrell.
"I…I don't…under-understand…why you wanted…to…to meet me here…Severus," Quirrell stuttered.
"It's private here. Students shouldn't be hearing anything about the Stone," Snape replied. "I know you are after the Stone. You don't want to make me your enemy Quirrell," Snape threatened while stepping towards the turban wearing instructor.
"But…but I don't…know…what…you're…talking about," Quirrell declared with a gasp of mock fright.
Yes, Rider and dragon could see it now. Quirrell was faking his mannerisms. This could be discerned from the wizard's respiration, posture, facial features, heartbeat, and many other indicators the two immortals could sense.
"Soon we will have another conversation where you will declare your true loyalties Quirrell," Snape warned before stalking out of the clearing.
"Now let's find out what this wizard is really up to," Saphira suggested.
Attuned with his companion the elf-like-warlock leapt free of the dragon and became visible just before landing half a dozen feet in front of Quirrell.
"Harry Potter," Quirrell said with no trace of a stutter and sudden glee in his tone. "First years shouldn't be alone in the Forbidden Forest."
"Who are you really?" Harry queried. "I know you're faking that stutter and are after the Philosopher's Stone."
"Smart boy…what do you know about the Stone?" Quirrell demanded.
"I know you will never get it," Harry declared while drawing one of his wands.
"Tell me what you know," Quirrell shouted while his own wand appeared in his hand and a binding curse shot from the tip.
Harry sidestepped the curse with ease and it was in the frustration Quirrell felt that the instructor let his tight control over his magic and aura slip. Saphira and her Rider sensed the elder wizard's great evil. Saphira wasted no time in pouncing on Quirrell. The dragon's great bulk came down from the apex of her leap and crushed Quirrell with a rather disturbing sound. The trees shook with the force of the impact.
"That was easy," Saphira announced as she stood up. "Ewww…I have parts of him on my belly."
Harry transported the remains into the center of the clearing to examine them for anything unusual. Quirrell hadn't seemed like a normal wizard. There wasn't much recognizable from the remains but while examining them a spirit flew up at the young wizard.
"Potter…you cannot defeat me. I am Lord Voldemort!" The shade screamed. "I will take you as my host!"
Harry apparated to the other side of the clearing to put some room between himself and the shade of Voldemort. Before the evil being could try to possess her Rider again Saphira let loose a torrent of flames which formed into a wall from her maw, her first flames. The shade immediately halted at the sight of the flames which seemed more powerful than Fiendyfire. Gathering her wits from her surprise at her instinctual reaction to defend her Rider Saphira began directing the flame towards Voldemort. By then the shade had sense enough to flee.
"Your first fire," Harry said happily while hugging the dragon around her thick neck.
"My first fire," an equally excited Saphira agreed. Wrapping her mind around the situation that had just occurred the dragon added, "So Voldemort still exists in some form and he was after that magical rock we acquired during your Christmas break."
"It would seem so," Harry agreed while thinking of the Philosopher's Stone sitting in his trunk.
During Christmas break Rider and dragon had explored the mystery of the third floor corridor thoroughly. The elf-like Potter had teleported Saphira and himself into the castle. The Cerberus had cowered back in fear when presented with the sight of the greater predator that Saphira was. Harry easily recognized the Devil's Snare plant from his studies and dispatched it with a flame charm. The room with the flying keys had been a joke. The Rider had probed the other side of the door with his powerful mind and after making sure that there was open space on the other side he had simply teleported through. The giant chess board had been bypassed via Saphira's enchanted collar. The chess set's alert ward couldn't even sense the dragon.
Likewise the slumbering troll couldn't sense the dragon or Rider on her back. The walls of magical flame in an obstacle obviously designed by Snape did not even activate because again the alert ward couldn't sense Harry and Saphira. The last obstacle was an ancient mirror which showed the gazer their greatest desire. Dumbledore had obviously altered the mirror to hold the Stone. The Stone was held in a pocket dimension viewable only via the mirror but if Harry could see something then he could remotely teleport it. After transporting the Stone into his hand dragon and Rider had teleported out of the school.
Once safely away from Hogwarts Harry had examined the Stone. After testing the age of the material and finding it to be rather recently created the sorcerer determined it was not the original. But further experimentation showed the object to be a true Philosopher's Stone. Harry suspected this Stone was created by Dumbledore. The Headmaster had been a student of Flamel's at one time. It was not inconceivable that Dumbledore would have eventually figured out how to make his own Stone. That explanation was far more likely than someone who was smart enough to survive over six centuries lending the source of their long life to someone who had lived barely one and a half.
"Come on; let's go back to the school. I'm sure there is a party waiting," Harry suggested before climbing onto his dragon and teleporting them away.
The remains of Quirrell wouldn't be found for several days. It would be concluded that some wild beast in the Forbidden Forest had gotten the stuttering instructor.
Chapter 6 by stargatesg1fan1
As time drew on Hermione began to stress somewhat about the upcoming final exams. Even though the exams were ten weeks away Miss Granger was studying as much as she could for them. Harry, Tonks, and their other friends all found ways to distract the blossoming bookworm from her self induced stress. Harry's method of pleasuring Hermione so that she couldn't think straight seemed to be most effective. The teachers had increased the homework load accordingly but Harry still did not find the work much of a challenge given that he had memories from several people completing the same assignments.
One night Saphira discovered something quite surprising.
"Harry…I believe the groundskeeper, Hagrid, has a dragon in his hut," Saphira announced.
"A dragon," Harry replied in surprise.
"A baby but a dragon none the less. I can smell and hear it. I think it just hatched. My own scent was masking the little one while it was in its egg but now that it has hatched I can smell it," Saphira explained.
When Harry teleported onto Saphira's back the dragon flew down to the groundskeeper's hut. The structure was already smoldering because the baby dragon had set the structure ablaze on the inside. Draco Malfoy was peering inside the hut through one of the small windows. The Rider reached into the Malfoy heir's mind and caused the blonde to go away and forget any knowledge of dragons.
Saphira gazed in through the window with her Rider and the pair saw Hagrid cooing over a small black dragon with stubs where horns would eventually grow and large orange eyes. The groundskeeper was unaware that his hut was on fire but became aware moments later when the flames rushed up an entire wall. Hagrid turned to confront the blaze and at the same time Saphira relaxed her collar's concealment of her scent. The baby dragon immediately picked up the elder female's scent and rushed towards the window.
"Norbert," Hagrid shouted in dismay as he turned to see his new dragon escaping.
"Take him into the trunk Saphira," Harry urged his companion as Norbert, a dragon the wizard now recognized as a Norwegian Ridgeback, followed its nose right up to the invisible larger dragon.
Saphira waited until her Rider was off of her and the baby dragon was touching her before activating the portkey feature of her collar, taking her and the smaller dragon into the forest within her wizard's trunk. Harry had already disillusioned himself and watched as Hagrid took off into the Forbidden Forest searching for Norbert. The invisible wizard put the fire out before teleporting into his trunk. Hagrid would spend the next week fruitlessly searching for the dragon but couldn't exactly tell anybody what he had tried to keep as a pet. Raising dragons in Britain was illegal without Ministry authorization.
Norbert took to Saphira and Saphira took to the baby dragon. The trunk forest provided plenty of space for the baby dragon to grow and thrive without threat of a larger predator eating it. The same could not be said for the Forbidden Forest given some of the dangerous creatures that lived in that wooded realm.
Harry learned during his nighttime excursions with Saphira that Quirrell had been drinking the blood of unicorns. Unicorn blood would stave off death if imbibed but the life gained this way would be a shadow of true life. Dragon and Rider began making excursions into the Forbidden Forest, exploring further and further. With the ability to teleport through Hogwarts' wards the pair could go quite a distance into the forest and still get back in time before the other students were up. There were quite a few strange magical creatures in the forest, both monstrous and beautiful.
"I bet I'd have fun setting that giant spider nest ablaze," Saphira observed one night as she and her Rider tracked several of the acromantulas back to their nest.
The perceptive pair could smell and hear the greater number of the giant arachnids inside the thick growth of trees the spiders had pulled together via webbing.
"You had best wait until you are bigger," Harry cautioned. "Acromantulas are highly poisonous."
The dragon and her Rider also discovered species that weren't listed in any magical tome. There were creatures of fire, water, and air. These elementals were very good at hiding but Harry and Saphira were quite perceptive via their sense of smell and hearing along with their magical senses. Whenever the draconian pair got close the elementals would merge with the Earth or some other natural structure and hide. There were many other undiscovered species. The dragon and her companion decided that they would study these creatures more in the coming years.
Sometimes Saphira took Norbert into the Forbidden Forest on these excursions but she never let him out of her sight. The smaller dragon was growing quite rapidly. Harry was working on enchanting a collar for the Norwegian Ridgeback similar to Saphira's. The spells were provided by the golden tome Merlin had created.
An interesting aspect of the Forbidden Forest and one reason why it was forbidden was that the wooded realm sometimes shifted and changed shape, grew and expanded. This could be quite confusing for most visitors. The forest was saturated with magic. Hogwarts and the forest were at the intersection of many ley lines, natural conduits of magical energy. Dragons of Saphira's breed had impeccable sense of direction and location. Once she had visited somewhere Saphira could find her way back there with ease. Harry shared this directional sense because he was connected with his dragon on a deep level.
Begin Smut Scene (Warning Contains All Anal)
Harry withdrew his quite hard dick from Nymphadora's well serviced snatch. The witch had just had her sex thoroughly pleasured by the wizard's staff. Nym stood with her hands braced against a tree in the clearing that she and Hermione loved to come to in order to be shagged by their favorite warlock.
"Come on Harry…put it in my arse," the female shape-shifter urged as a surge of anticipation coursed through her cunny.
Ever since Nym's first time being taken up the bottom shortly after Hermione had given their boyfriend her butt virginity the Hufflepuff prefect had loved having Harry Potter's prick Greek style. There was something so deliciously naughty about the act of sodomy for the half blood witch. When the pink haired young woman felt the meaty head of her lover's manhood slip between her sweaty arse cheeks and press against her bum hole she relaxed her nether sphincter and pushed back. It was a familiar sensation for the witch by this point in her sexual career but one she never tired of. The Rider also never tired of sliding his length slowly up his eldest girlfriend's tight butt.
"Oh shit," Tonks declared followed by a low moan. "Damn I love having you buried in my arse baby," the witch cooed as she felt her man's pelvis press against her pale cheeks. The witch's right hand was between her legs playing with her cunny while she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of fullness in her colon. "Bugger me Harry," Nym encouraged while squeezing the wizard's shaft with her rectal muscles.
Due to the magic being channeled by the sorcerer the witch did not need any time to adjust so he immediately began working his prick back and forth through her stretched anus, massaging the walls of her passage with his hard tool coated in soft skin. The heated and tight grasp of Nym's anal chute returned the pleasure the mage was generating in kind. Harry leaned further over the impaled beauty's back and moved his hands from her backside up along her sides to her breasts. The witch sounded her approval as her tits were mauled by the randy Potter. The Hufflepuff turned her head and pressed her mouth to her boyfriend's lips, sliding her tongue into his oral passage. The two magical beings exchanged saliva and oxygen while their lower halves crashed together repeatedly. The witch's cute bum shook with the increasingly harder impacts of her mate's pelvis. Harry's ball sack swung back and forth, hitting his woman's pussy each time he drove his tool home in her guts.
"Your arse is so fucking tight Nym," Harry declared between breathes while continually pumping his witch's rear. "I can't get enough of it!"
Harry pulled back, completely coming out of the young woman's bottom, and crouched down while spreading her cheeks. The sorcerer's tongue was thrust into the still gaping hole where his cock had been buried moments before. Nym gasped and ground her backside into her mate's face, enjoying the feel of his tongue probing her rectum immensely while two of his fingers pushed into her soft folds and stroked her vaginal walls.
"Bloody hell Harry," Nym cried, reaching back and grasping her man's hair and sitting on his face. "Lick my arse hole you dirty wizard! Oh god I'm cumming!"
Tonks shook and shivered through a powerful climax. Before her orgasm had completely subsided the mage stood back up and guided his sausage back into her receptive arse. The witch gripped the tree tightly again as her back passage was vigorously assaulted. Harry drove his tool into the witch's depths hard with each forward stroke. Nym was loving her man's attentions. There was no discomfort thanks to the sorcerer's magic. Harry grasped his girlfriend's right hand and tore it away from her vagina. Before the witch could even mourn the loss of the stimulation she felt as if dozens of fingers were exploring her pussy. The Rider grinned as he revealed a trick he had been practicing for some time. The spell was learned from the golden book in the mage's trunk tree house.
"Oh…ugh…oh shit…what are you doing to me Harry," Nymphadora said.
The wizard did not answer. Harry's mouth kissed and suckled along his woman's neck as he continued to work his hardness between her buns. The Potter male loved the sensation of his woman's bowels massaging his prick while he slid in and out of her depths. To the perceptive dragon Rider the scents coming from his mate's body were intoxicating. From the thoughts the witch was projecting Harry knew his two women found him just as intoxicating. The mage lost himself in Nymphadora's body and passion. The witch was by then pushing her butt back into her man's groin with vigor equal to his forward lunges. The meaty slap of pelvis meeting rump was loud in the clearing along with the pair's declarations of their enjoyment.
"I'm going to cum," Nym announced. "Cum with me! I want to feel you squirting in my guts," the witch urged while adding credence to her desire by squeezing tightly with her bum muscles.
Harry had no problem granting his mate's wish as the sensations coursing through his bits could be described as nothing less than mind shattering. With a final forward lunge the sorcerer enveloped his entire shaft in his woman's colon. The prefect's rectal muscles sputtered and shook around the handsome male's dick. Her snatch clenched and released in time with her bowels. The mage held his partner tightly as they experienced a mutual climax that saw his hot seed pouring into her stretched insides. Neither youth knew how long they stood there locked together but both were sure of their devotion to each other.
"Merlin I love you Harry," Nym whispered after breaking away from the tender kiss she had been entangled in. "We just screwed for who knows how long and you're still hard."
"What can I say…you just have that effect on me," the Rider with almost endless physical stamina purred.
"We might as well put that to good use," the witch suggested while twisting her hips and rocking forward and back on her man's prick.
Harry grinned and began buggering his mate again.
End Smut Scene
Soon enough the end of year exams had arrived. Harry found the anti-cheating charmed quills amusing. The Potter male and his group of close friends did exceptionally well on the practical portion of their exams due to the extensive practice they had been through with Tonks. History of Magic was the last exam for the first year Gryffindors.
"That test was far less difficult than I had assumed it would be," Hermione declared before going through a detailed summary of the harder questions.
Harry debated the correct answers with his younger girlfriend as Neville followed them out onto the grounds where they joined their friends from other houses. Partway through the term Harry and Hermione had convinced their other first year friends to use the time spent in Binns' classroom to actually read proper history texts instead of listening to the ghost drone on about goblin rebellions. Due to this belated studying of History of Magic Susan, Hannah, and Neville did not do quite as well as Harry and Hermione but the three did a lot better than most of the other first years. Tonks and Cho soon joined the first years under the large tree near the lake.
"That feels good," Nym declared in reference to the cooling charm encircling the area around the tree as she sat beside her boyfriend.
"It's my magic…of course it would make you feel good," Harry whispered to his lover.
Nym shivered at the closeness her mate provided along with the sexy sound of his voice.
"Someone is wound up," Hermione teased Tonks. "Perhaps you need to go for a swim in the lake in order to cool off."
"That sounds like a capitol ideal," Harry declared before concentrating on his power to remotely teleport objects.
The Rider had learned there was an advanced spell that did something similar but it wasn't supposed to work on entire living beings. But the younger magicals did not know about that restriction even though they had likely observed their parents using the spell.
"Harry Potter," Hermione screeched as she surfaced from her dunking in the lake.
"Oh you are going to get it Potter," Nym added.
"Let's get him," Susan suggested while drawing her wand.
"There is no reason to fight Susan. I will gladly come closer to you when you are all wet," the Rider purred before he ran and dove into the lake.
"You have made her blush," Saphira informed her companion while swimming lazily around the lake, unknowingly scaring the giant squid which resided in the body of water even if it couldn't exactly consciously sense the dragon.
"I am going to make them all blush dozens of times more before the day is over," the Marauder's heir declared before transfiguring the outfits of his friends into swimwear, quite revealing non-magical swimwear.
Harry would prove a man of his word as he played in the water with his friends for the rest of the day.
The last Quidditch match of the year was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. The results were the same as all of Gryffindor's previous matches. Harry did not give the opposing Seeker any chance and caught the snitch within minutes of the game starting. Cho said she was thinking about trying out for the team the next year to give him a challenge. The Quidditch Cup belonged to Gryffindor for the first time in years. The party held in the Gryffindor common room the evening of the victory was epic. Fred and George kept on suggesting a Gryffindor Quidditch team orgy until Angelina threatened to hex their bits off. They were rather subdued after that declaration from the Chaser.
At the leaving feast, Harry sat at the Gryffindor table between Neville and Hermione. The rest of the members of the Potter male's group of friends were sitting at their own house tables for the night. The Great Hall was decorated in Gryffindor colors of red and gold to celebrate that house's accomplishment of winning the House Cup in addition to the Quidditch Cup. When Dumbledore arrived he began what seemed like a well practiced speech.
"Another year has come to a close. The house points stand as follows: Slytherin with three hundred and twelve points is in fourth place; Hufflepuff with three hundred and fifty-two points is in third place; Ravenclaw with four hundred and fifty-seven points is in second place; and Gryffindor with eight hundred and twenty-three points is in first place," Dumbledore announced garnering much cheering from the winning house.
Soon the food was on the table. Almost from the moment his drink appeared in his glass the perceptive Rider sensed the potion it contained. The magic of the fluid combined with his keen sense of smell alerted Harry that something was not right in his drink.
"Harry," Saphira sent in a warning tone because she too could smell the unusual liquid.
"Do not worry…I sense it as well," the wizard assured his bonded.
Channeling his magic through the mark on his palm saw the liquid surreptitiously vanish while the Rider feigned drinking. When the contents of the goblet were emptied it refilled itself with the same potion laced beverage. Throughout the sumptuous meal Harry was able to identify the potion from the scent of the ingredients. The potion was a concoction meant to enslave the drinker to the will of whoever had cast a spell on the mixture as it was being brewed.
"Dumbledore and Snape are gazing at you periodically with smugness written on their features," the invisible dragon informed her partner just before the feast ended.
"Those two wankers are in for a surprise when they try to use that potion's capabilities," Harry replied.
Dumbledore's attempt came that night shortly after the other boys in Harry's dorm fell asleep. The old man snuck into the first year dormitory under an invisibility charm and whispered in the Rider's ear.
"Harry, tomorrow you will return to Privet Drive and stay with the Dursleys for the entire summer. When you come back to school you will show me the proper respect befitting my station. You will never disobey me again. You will show Professor Snape the proper respect befitting his position and listen to the instructions he gives you. Over the summer you will write down in detail an explanation of how you were able to do what you did when you confronted me in my office earlier in the year and give it to me when you return next school year. I will have further instructions for you that you will obey next year," Dumbledore commanded.
Shortly after the old man had left Snape showed up with some rather simple instructions.
The greasy bastard whispered, "After you get home this summer you shall make a trip to Gringotts and withdraw half of your money and mail it to me inside of a weightless bag."
It seemed Dumbledore had told his spy what he planned on commanding Harry to do without realizing that spy was planning on skipping the country with half the Potter fortune. If Harry had been under the effects of the potion then he would have had to obey Snape's command. As it was the green eyed sorcerer was tempted to slaughter Snape. But Harry did not want the creature with a great deal of blame for his parents' death to escape so easily.
"We will have to devise some even more painful ways to make those two pay for what they have done," Saphira suggested.
"Next year we will make Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape aware of why you don't mess with a dragon Rider," Harry agreed.
The end of year exam results were given to the students the morning of leaving before they departed for the train. Harry was in first place for his class followed closely by Hermione. Susan, Hannah, and Neville tied for third place out of the class of 1997. Great mirth was gained in the compartment the Potter wizard and his group of friends (and mates) shared when he revealed the results of Ron Weasley's grades. Ron had failed first year utterly and completely and therefore would have to repeat the grade if he wished to remain at Hogwarts.
"You will be over in the morning?" Hermione clarified, addressing her best friend.
"Yes, after I pick up the others. It will be fun to swim in your pool every day," Harry confirmed.
Leaning into her wizard's ear, Nym purred, "Hermione's pool most definitely is not the only wet fun thing you will be diving into this summer Mr. Potter."
Hermione and Nym were standing on either side of their boyfriend.
"Wench…just for that I will be paying you a visit tonight," Harry promised while using his telepathy to ensure nobody else was paying too much attention to him as he gave his girlfriends' bums a squeeze.
"Make sure you pick me up first Harry," Hermione whispered with a grin before both beauties gave a parting kiss to their man.
"It's going to be a great summer," Harry informed his dragon while climbing onto her back, disappearing from sight immediately.
"It will most definitely be interesting," Saphira confirmed before taking flight out of King's Cross station and heading towards Surrey.
Dragon and Rider would later prove to be equally correct.