Griffin's Pride - 6 (Patreon)

Runes was one of the subjects that he loved. It was part of the foundation in enchanting, creating magical items, and spell-craft. Runes was a challenging subject in a way that he enjoyed.

Hermione sat beside him with a glare.

"What?" He asked.

"Lavender?" Hermione huffed. "Really, Harry? Half the school knows already."

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, right. Time turner. She spreads the word then?"

"It's all she can talk about in Divination," She rolled her eyes.

He paused, "Hermione, why are you taking Divination? You hate that class."

"Just because Trelawny is a fraud doesn't mean the subject is," She looked away from him. "Seers are documented throughout history. It takes proper application of magic with adequate instruction to effectively use Divination." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "Shame we don't have either."

Harry shook his head, "Why are you taking it?"

"I'm applying the proper application of magic and researching the effective processes," She stated as though she didn't already have more coursework than anyone in the school.

"Class," Professor Babbling announced. "Today we will discuss the multiple approaches to applying Runes. You will need your supplies."

Conversation stopped as the class began. It passed faster than any of the others so far. He stopped packing his supplies when he noticed Hermione hadn't vanished.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry asked.

"What?" She sighed.

"Why aren't you acting like the other witches?" Harry asked.

She stilled.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," She said leaving the classroom at a nice clip.

He hurried to catch up to her. She wouldn't use the Time Turner where others could see. His mother mentioned that they had put a restriction on it to only allow three hours at a time before it needed time to recharge in hopes to prevent her from burning out. Hermione also had to return it the week that the other schools arrived.

Harry chuckled then he dropped his voice, "I've reached my Second Awakening."

"Yes," She nodded. "I've noticed."

"But you're not attracted to me?" Harry asked.

Hermione sighed, "It's not that."

"Explain it to me then, Professor Granger," He teased.

She glared at him, "That's not funny."

"Then tell me," He prodded.

"It doesn't effect every witch the same," She explained. "I love you, Harry. Just not romantically."

"Oh!" Harry smiled brightly. "Like you're my little sister."

"I'm older than you," She gave him a flat look.

Harry raised his hand level to the top of her head before moving it over to his own body. She was only as tall as the bridge of his nose.

"That doesn't change anything," She snapped. "I'm older than you, I'm the older sibling." She pointed to the time turner around her neck. "And I'm even older if you count this."

Harry crossed his arms, "Hermione."

She froze when she realized the implications.

"It's not like that," She shook her head. "You don't age when you use it. There are enchantments to prevent that."

"Then it doesn't count," Harry smirked at her.

"I hate you so much," Hermione muttered.

"You can say that to your big brother," He clicked his tongue.

"YOU'RE MY LITTLE BROTHER!" She screamed. "Not the other way around."

The people close to them stopped to stare at her. Hermione's cheeks flushed brightly. She slapped him on the shoulder before hurrying off.

"Sisters," Harry said with a shrug happily in response to their looks.

He continued on his way to his next class. It made sense that family weren't effected like others, and it worked with family-level friends too. He did wonder how people who were already in love would react. Harry didn't want to be the one to ruin a relationship. Would it be his fault though? He needed to get more information before he could answer that question. The fact that he had already slept with one married woman didn't count. Narcissa clearly wasn't in love with her husband. They only had two children due to them being twins. She had told Lily that she had no intention to have more than the required heir. In Pureblood circles she was practically Mother of the Year.

Harry could almost see Lavender's account of their encounter roll through the student body. It was funny for a moment before he realized that his mother probably already knew. That was one downside of having a parent as a member of staff. He loved his mother, she was amazing, but it would have nice to have some distance. The worst part was that he understood her reasons.

He had to accept that his mother would know more about his adventures with witches than he would like. It wasn't like he was trying to be obvious. He wasn't going to brag, but that didn't mean he would tell whoever he was with to stay quiet. The school was too small to keep anything secret for long. There was an entire network of information brokers that were connected through the houses. People would pay for secrets. They did have some morals, but they could put those on hold for sufficient payment.

"Harry!" Fred called as he appeared from some hidden passage. "Any idea who's the next lucky witch?"
"Any hints?" George added suddenly beside his twin. "Is she a blonde? Redhead? Brunette?"
"What about her house?" Fred continued.
"Year?" George prodded. "Do give us a warning if you're aiming for any ladies in our year."
"No one wants to compete against Harry Potter," Fred sighed.

Harry narrowed his eyes at them, "You started a betting pool."

"Started?" Fred laughed.
"It's been going on since you were sorted," George finished.

"I was eleven," Harry said flatly.

"We were eleven once too," George wiggled his eyebrows.

"Perv," Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not planning this out. I don't know the next time, or who I'll be with."

"Letting fate decide," Fred held a notepad and was making notes with a peacock quill.

"Where did you get that?" Harry asked.

"Focus, Harry," George said. "We're here on business."

"No hints," Harry grumbled. "It's not like I have a list or anything."

"You're not making this easy on us, Harry," Fred sighed.
"Hard to get the odds right with little information," George patted his twin on the shoulder.
"We need the numbers, Harry," Fred tapped his notepad. "This much gold needs data."

"How much gold?" Harry asked.

"Not important," George waved him off.

"I disagree," Harry replied.

"We're not asking for a timetable," George said. "Just a hint or two."

"Oi!" A sharp voice called from a nearby hallway cross-section. "Back away from Harry."

They followed the sound to see a collection of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students glaring at the twins.

"You're trying to game the numbers," One of the Ravenclaw students stepped forward.

Harry didn't recognize her beyond her house. He was certain they weren't in the same year. She didn't play quidditch either.

Harry.
Yes, Brain?
No fucking witches you don't know.
Agreed, Brain.
Good. Try landing on your shoulder the next time you fall of a broom.

"Rude," Harry muttered.

"What was that, Harrykins?" Fred asked.

"Nothing," He replied. "I would like to say this was fun, but I can't. I need to get to class."

"I thought you had a free period," George said.

"How do you-" He stopped before he could finish the question. "You stole it from Ron."

The smiled unabashedly in reply.

"I knew I should have asked why he wanted to see it," Harry grumbled. "I have things to do."

"Things?" Fred bumped his shoulder with his own.
"Or people?" George asked.
"There are a couple of hopeful bets for certain wizards," Fred added.

"I don't fly for that team," Harry shook his head.

He retreated before the group of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students got close enough for normal conversation. It was true, he did have a free period, but that didn't mean he was going to prowl the halls for potential witches. He had worked as a tutor in a classroom set aside for a study group. It was usually first-come first-serve with the rare appointment like with Pansy. Not like that appointment.

A sly smile flashed across his face for a moment before fading. Well, things might be different now. He had a skip in his step as he hurried to the classroom. His hopes died the moment he arrived when he saw a gaggle of firsties waiting at his table. The books for every subject took up the entire stretch with a small section pushed aside for him.

"Hello, everyone," He said with a smile. "I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you. This is a study session. We study and work on homework. People work and learn at their own speed. Do not insult your other students if they ask a question. You get two warnings. You're kicked out until you can apologize and mean it."

"Now," Harry clapped his hands. "Who is here for charms?"

He waited for their answer before moving down the line of subjects.

§

The study group moved along smoothly once the actual homework started. He didn't let the kids rope him into doing their homework for them. Some of them were really good at it. The Hufflepuff's weaponized their cuteness to an illegal degree. No one expected the badgers to be sneaky. Everyone would be doomed if any potential Slytherin students figured that out.

Most of the time he didn't work with Firsties. There were other tutors to help with the them while Harry focused on Third Year students and up. He hadn't been bragging when he told people that he had already studied the entire curriculum through Seventh Year. It was likely that he could pass his OWLS and NEWTS this year. He argued with his mother to let him continue going to Hogwarts. Putting up with some morons was better than being homeschooled which would basically be getting locked in Potter Manor behind layers of wards.

"That's time," Harry announced as the bell rang.

The Firsties hurriedly packed their supplies. They were still learning the fastest routes to their classes. It was an important lesson to see how much time could be shaved off so they could properly determine how much they could goof off.

"You're good with kids," A woman said from behind him.

Harry turned to see a witch with bright red hair. It took him a moment to recognize her.

"Penny?" Harry asked. "I thought you finished last year."

She scowled, "You would think that, wouldn't you?"

He nodded.

"I missed too much time being petrified," She began to aggressively pack her bag.

Harry hoped the stitches would hold, "How is that working with you and Percy?" He paused. "If that's ok to ask."

"It's working great," Penny said through clenched teeth. "No relationship, no problem."

He winced, "Oh."

"Yes," She nodded. "We were over the moment he found out that I had to complete another year. He stopped returning my letters after he started at the ministry."

He had to ask, "Why were you writing him letters?"

"To get my stuff back," She closed her bag and fumbled with the latch.

He furrowed his brow, "Did you live together?"

"No," She said shaking her head. "We almost did, but we just visited each other a lot over the summer. Then my letter arrived." She dropped her voice so he wouldn't hear. "Thank Merlin I didn't give him my virginity."

The silence in the room meant her words came out louder than she had hoped. Her eyes snapped over to him once she realized he had heard. She glared at him.

"Not a word," She pointed at him.

Harry held up his hands, "It's not my secret to tell."

"Hm," Penny looked from him to the door.

Harry watched as she walked over to the door, closed it, and hit it with a locking charm. She turned back to him. Her first step was shaky, but her confidence grew as she got closer. He had an idea about what was about to happen. Penny was one of the few witches he had the pleasure to see outside of school robes. She had visited Percy a couple of times through the years. Her outfits were muggle with a small magical influence. He had tried to keep his glances respectful, but his willpower had limits.

"I guess the cat is out of the bag," She blushed as she got closer.

Harry tried to play it cool, "It makes sense."

"Oh?" Penny paused.

He nodded, "You were dating Percy. He doesn't seem like the adventurous type."

"You have no idea," She gave a single laugh. "It was months before we had our first kiss." She placed to fingers against her lips for a moment. "Just like that."

Harry shook his head, "A peck? He's an idiot."

"Really?" Penny smiled a little. "Why do you think that?"

He let out a nervous chuckle, "I would have given you more than a peck. It would definitely take less time to do it. If you were interested."

"Of course," She took another step closer to him. "If I was interested."

Harry gave her a roguish smile, "Are you?"

"Would you like to…" Her voice trailed off.

Harry waited, "Would I like to?"

"Kiss me?" She asked.

Harry met her halfway. He pulled her into a kiss, guiding her to open her mouth enough to slip in his tongue. She squeaked at the contact before following his lead. One of his hand moved to her lower back while his other settled at the base of her neck. Penny pulled away when his hand drifted lower to squeeze her surprisingly toned ass.

"Too much?" He asked.

Her voice came out as a purr, "Get on the desk,"

He didn't need to be told twice. The desk behind him was a long table meant for groups to use. He sat on the edge watching her with his grin still in place.

Penny had a nervous expression on her face as she came to a stop by Harry’s feet, "I hope this will be good for you too."

"Of course you will," Harry assured her. "You’re beautiful. Smart. Funny." He placed a kiss along her neck as he spoke.

"You really think so?" Penny asked as a smile broke out on her lips. "No one has said that before."

It was hard to think of Penny as anything other beautiful. Her face was quite pretty with a touch of cuteness, and her red hair framed her perfectly. Her bright blue eyes stared back at hinting at the depths of knowledge behind them. He would be teased relentlessly if anyone saw them together since she was a redhead. At best, people would say that the Potter men had a type. At worst, the jokes would be about him dating women that looked like his mother.

"I do," Harry confirmed.

Suddenly, Harry felt all of his clothes vanish off of his body. But before he could really think about that, his mind fixated on the sight of Penny’s naked body.

Penny had a pale, tight body. It made sense for someone that spent more time studying than exploring. Her curves were less pronounced, but she was no less stunning. Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands and were topped with tiny, rosy-pink nipples that just begged to be tasted, and she had a small patch of fire-red hair above her pussy.

She pounced on Harry, pushing him almost flat on his back onto the desk with her knees on either side of his hips. It only took her a moment to settle her core was resting right above his hard cock.

Penny trailed her damp lips up and down the length of his cock as she rocked back and forth on top of him as she got a feel for him.

"You feel so warm," Penny moaned.

Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the pleasure grinding herself along Harry’s cock. He couldn't think of anything to say.

"I think I’m ready," Penny finally said.

Penny slowly lifted her hips, showing off just how wet she was. Her pink pussy had strands of arousal that connected down to Harry’s cock. She had done a good job. His cock was thoroughly lubricated by now.

Harry grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed it right up at Penny’s entrance.

"You're in control," He voice rumbled in his chest.

Penny nodded confidently to herself and slowly lowered her hips. Harry did his best to keep the tip of his cock aligned perfectly so that it spread apart Penny’s damp lips. She paused as the head of his cock stretched her wet lips apart.

"You feel bigger than you look," Penny murmured, a little nervousness tinging her tone.

Harry pulled her close for a gentle kiss, "Take your time. I am not complaining."

Penny would have rolled her eyes at him under normal circumstances. Instead, she quietly as she leaned down see where their bodies met. She lowered herself a little further down, letting out a little noise as his cock stretched her lips open a little bit wider.

"Here we go," Penny took a deep breath then plunged her hips downward.

Harry felt her wince, and then her pussy clenched up hard around his cock as she hissed in pain. She was squeezing his hands quite hard, but he could deal with the mild pain. A few moments passed as she adjusted. Harry held her hands through it all. Over that time, Penny slowly started to relax again. Her grip on his hands and cock both lessened then she sank down the rest of the way on him.

His curiosity and concern pushed him to speak, "Are you ok?"

"You feel so big," Penny answered with as her walls squeezed down on his cock. "I can feel you throbbing."

Harry whispered in awe, "You are so gorgeous."

Penny’s walls fluttered around his cock. Slowly, she raised her hips, and Harry’s cock slid partially out of her tight pussy. Both watched it happen. Once  she was almost all the way back up, she suddenly dropped down hard on him and let out a long, throaty moan.

"You feel so good inside of me," she said as she closed her eyes gently and rocked her hips against him. "I love having your cock inside of me."

Harry nearly came at that moment. Her words were so incredibly sexy without even realizing it. He was in a desperate struggle to keep from finishing right there due to the combined sensation of her mind-numbing pussy and her words.

Penny looked at Harry.

"You feel so good," Penny moaned. "I want your cock inside of my pussy every study hall."

Harry smiled, "You don’t have to convince me."

"It’s a date then," She returned the smile with one of her own.

Penny was moved a little faster moving up the length of his cock this time. She was starting to get used to the position. Her silky walls clung to his cock all the way up, but then they relaxed just a little bit as Penny impaled herself back on his cock. After a few more practice movements, Penny was starting to properly bounce up and down on his cock. Her hips were gyrating in a perfect circle, and her pussy was easily gliding up and down his cock thanks to how wet she was.

Her moans grew in volume as she rode him. She had never been shy exactly, but she wasn't known for being loud. Harry was pleasantly surprised when she let her voice grow along with her pleasure. He wasn’t too far behind her as he moaned along with her. Her pussy engulfed his cock on each downward stroke. She squeezed him tightly at just the right spot.

Harry placed his hands on Penny’s hips and helped to guide her motions. She was lighter than he had expected so that he barely needed to use his muscles to help her bounce on his cock faster and faster. The sound of her ass smacking against his thighs filled the classroom, mingling with their moans.

"Oh, Harry," Penny cried as her knees suddenly squeezed harder against his side.

Any further words were cut off as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Penny let out a cute squeak as she tried to rise up again, but her thighs were trembling too much. Harry took the cue and tightened his grip on her hips to take control of the situation. It was an easy thing to lift her entire weight up and then push her pussy back down onto his cock.

"Yes!" Penny cried as she threw her head back in bliss. "I’m . . . I’m . . ."

Harry was getting close too. He could feel his orgasm starting to bubble up inside him, but before he could reach his peak, Penny screamed on top of him.

Penny’s orgasm made her entire body clench up. It was a beautiful sight, but it didn’t stop Harry from continuing to work her up and down on his cock. Her voice grew louder. Sounds of her pleasure sang out, filling the room. Her pussy clenched down so impossibly tight around his cock.

Harry was close. His face was screwed up in pleasure, but he had a moment of clarity when he realized the potential effects of cumming inside of Penny. He hadn't given it any thought until Lavender had mentioned it before. He mind was working overtime trying to balance the desperate desire to cum inside of her, but he also didn’t want to risk the chance of getting her pregnant.

Apparently, his troubles were noticeable on his face.

"Cum in my, Harry," she said. "I'm on the potion."

Those words sent Harry past the point of no return. As Penny continued to reel from the throes of her orgasm, Harry exploded inside of her pussy. He slammed down hard on his lap so that her pussy fully engulfed his cock. Harry let out a long moan as he coated the inside of her walls white with his hot seed. The spike of pure please seemed to last for an eternity.

It began to slowly fade leaving both of them gasping for breath. Penny was just coming down from hers. A smile of pure contentment played on her lips.

"That was better than I ever hoped it could be," Penny told Harry.

Harry nodded, "Words are hard."

"I thought there was supposed to be post-nut clarity," Penny teased.

Harry was about to answer when she squeezed his shaft.

"Not fair," Harry managed to moan out.

An evil smile crossed her face, "I'm not done with you yet."

§

Harry leaned against the wall for support as he made his way back to the Gryffindor tower. Penny had gone from a reserved, studious girl to a soul-sucking succubus. His legs were wobbly, his core muscles felt like he had been doing quidditch drills for hours, and he desperately needed water. He didn't have enough brain power to remember if he had missed any classes. Worth it.

Was it dinner time yet? He was almost as hungry as he was tired. Almost. Sleep was more important, food could wait.

"Harry?"

He had never been so relieved to hear Neville's voice in his life. There was no way he would survive another witch dragging him into a broom closet or classroom.

"Are you ok?" Neville walked closer to him. "Do you need help?"

Harry managed to nod.

"You look terrible," Neville shook his head as he put Harry's arm over his shoulder to share the weight.

Harry let out a tired breath, "Invisibility cloak. Pocket. Trust me."

"Ok," Neville didn't ask questions, he liked that about Neville.

He felt Neville pat him down and take the cloak out of his pocket. His shoulders eased slightly as the familiar sensation settled over him. Neville joined him as well. It adjusted to cover them both, the cloak was awesome like that.

Harry hated stairs. Why were there so many stairs in Hogwarts? Someone needed to add elevators. The Ministry had them which meant at least some version of them worked. He would need to mention it to his mother. She had inherited a seat on the Board through marriage. It would pass to him after he completed his NEWTS. Witches and Wizards were considered adults once they took their OWLS, but he couldn't remain a student and be on the board.

They finally made it to the common room after what felt like hours. Neville, the wonderful man that he was, continued supporting him up the stairs to their dorm room. Harry collapsed on his bed.

"Neville," Harry spoke through a dry throat. "You're the best."

Neville laughed and said something. The words were lost on Harry. Sleep welcomed him with warm, loving arms.

CASTING

1.       Professor Septima Vector – Jamie Alexander

2.       Professor Aurora Sinistra – Thandiwe Newton

3.       Professor Bathsheda Babbling – Lindsey Lakes

4.       Professor Charity Burbage – Ashley Wolf

5.       Rolanda Hooch – Holly Bryn

6.       Madam Rosmerta – Hannah Waddingham

7.       Professor Andromeda Tonks – Hayley Atwell

8.       Professor Narcissa Malfoy – Eva Green

9.       Lyra Malfoy – Holli Paige

10.   Katie Bell – Emily Grey

11.   Angelina Johnson – Asia Amour

12.   Alicia Spinnet – Harley Dean

13.   Lavender Brown – Evita Lima

14.   Penelope Clearwater – Heidi Romanova

15.   (Don't Call Me) Nymphadora Tonks – Natalie Dormer

16.   Rita Skeeter - Rachael Harris

17.   Ginny Weasley – Alice Green

18.   Susan Bones – Aria Sky

19.   Amelia Bones – Dani Jensen

20.   Luna Lovegood – Dove Cameron

21.   Cho Chang – Miki Hamano

22.   Millicent Bulstrode - Ava Michelle

23.   Molly Weasley – Maggie Green

24.   Fleur Delacour – Sasha Luss

25.   Lily Potter – Maitland Ward

26.   Lily Evans – Jia Lissa