Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism – Ch 9

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism
Chapter 9 – Share The Load

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or
characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any
affiliation with its author

Neville swallowed nervously, as the carriage wobbled and
bounced over the rough ground. The rest of the inhabitants
of his bench were jolted along with him, and there was a
smattering of laughter from them. That was all very well.
They knew each other.

He had been separated from his friends on the platform, and
had to find an alternative self pulling carriage to take
him up to the castle. The only obvious option had been one
that was almost filled with a group of rowdy sixth years.
Though they seemed nice enough they were intimidating to
him, and he spent most of the journey staring out of the
window into the creeping darkness.

Neville had told his friends that his summer had been good.
But in truth it had been abysmal. They didn’t know that he
had no other friends. Though he knew Harry’s summers were
often a lonely affair, he had been lucky enough to spend
most of this one with the Weasley’s and Hermione in London.
Whilst Neville had had to listen to the same questions over
and over from his ageing relatives. ‘How’s school?’. ‘What
have you been up to?’. ‘My, haven’t you grown!’. It was
enough to push him nearly to insanity.

And the matter of insanity was what made him so upset, and
kept him awake at nights.

He had been to see his parents a couple of times over the
summer. And both visits had hurt, right to his core. They
still did not recognize him, let alone want to speak to
him. And both times he had been rushed away when his father
started to become confused and violent. It broke his heart
to witness him like that.

And, with each visit to the hospital, Neville found himself
thinking of him less as his father.. and more as a strange
man called Frank.

He shook his head to clear it, wiping a tear away with his
sleeve. Now wasn’t the time to be introspective, he told
himself.

The carriage came to a grinding halt outside the enormous
front doors that led into the Hogwarts entrance hall. He
waited for the sixth years to file out, before following
them out into the rain with his bags in one hand and a
struggling Trevor in the other.

He noted to himself that the girl holding the door open
for him was very pretty.

Then he shook himself. ‘What’s the point?’ said a cold
voice inside his head. ‘You couldn’t get a girl like that
in a million years.’

Unfortunately it was right.

Hoisting the bags onto his shoulder, Neville trudged up
the stone steps and into the grand entrance hall. The
walls were already lined with trunks and cages, so he
began making his way slowly down the first floor corridor
to deposit his things.

His heart began to fill with dread when he saw Malfoy,
Crabbe and Goyle lingering up ahead.

He would have turned and headed the other way. But they
had already noticed him. And trying to avoid them was
like a written invitation for Crabbe and Goyle to start
something. The best tactic was just to keep calm and
carry on.

As he drew nearer, he could see Goyle begin to crack his
knuckles. And Crabbe emitted a low, rumbling laugh. Malfoy,
who had his back to the entrance hall, seemed perplexed by
their behavior. But when he turned and saw the object of
their taunts, a slight sneer permeated his expression.

“Ah. Longbottom” he chuckled to himself. “Good summer?”

Neville gulped, but tried to hide it. He didn’t answer, and
continued walking.

“Its rude to ignore people, you know, Longbottom!” called
out Crabbe. Goyle got in the way of Neville’s progress,
forcing him to stop and acknowledge the pair.

“Move” he mumbled.

“What’s that, sorry?” asked Goyle loudly.

Neville made the mistake of trying to brush past Goyle. He
was half way around him when the thug shoved him roughly
into the stone wall of the corridor. Neville felt the wind
rush out of him and his bags fall from his hands, though he
managed to keep a hold on Trevor. He slowly slid down the
wall onto the floor, gasping for breath and staring up at
his tormentors.

Goyle laughed loudly along with Crabbe, while the sneer on
Malfoy’s face grew wider.

“What are you going to do, Longbottom? Go crying to mummy?”

His words were like ice in Neville’s heart, for that was
the one thing he couldn’t do.

“Oh wait!” Malfoy continued. “You can’t do that! She’s…”

He was cut off by Goyle signalling to him to move. They all
looked left and set off at a brisk pace towards the great
hall. Neville understood why moments later when a large
crowd of first years came scurrying past.

He got to his feet, dusting off his robes. Malfoy’s closing
words had stuck with him.

Did he know?

Neville knew Lucius Malfoy was a powerful man. And one that
likely had sources all over the wizarding world. So it was
not out of the question that he and, in turn, Draco knew
about his past. But for Malfoy to bring it up as insult?
That was a low that even he found hard to believe.

He dropped his bags, and stowed Trevor in the pocket of his
robes. After bracing himself and steeling his resolve, he
started out from the wall and headed to the great hall to
find a seat.

Upon entering the hall he spotted his friends roughly half
way down the Gryffindor table, and hurried over to where
they sat. Harry and Ron greeted him and apologized for
losing him on the platform.

Neville shrugged. “It’s fine, I made it alright.”

He took a seat next to Harry and opposite Ron. He noted
Lavender next to Ron, but couldn’t quite meet her eyes.

Neville had had a thing for Lavender for some time, even
longer than his lusting for Ginny that he kept very quiet.
But she was well out of his league. He knew he’d have to
either wrestle a few trolls or grow a twelve inch dick
before she would consider him.

‘The latter of those is actually more likely’ he thought
wryly to himself with an inward chuckle.

Within moments the whole hall was seated, and Dumbledore
rose from his chair to address the school. Neville zoned
out quickly, hardly caring anymore about his headmaster’s
words.

The idea of school was repellent to him at the moment. It
all seemed so redundant, with the darkest wizard of all
time on the loose. They needed to be out there, working
up resistance and preparing. But no, all that seemed to
happen was the wizarding world looked at Harry like a
lying child.

He found it a marvel that Harry was holding together as
well as he was. The entire ministry calling him a liar,
and he still found the time to laugh and make jokes.

Neville would soon find out what kept Harry in such high
spirits.

He turned and saw that Harry had also zoned out of the
speech. Harry looked at him and grinned.

In a low voice he asked Neville, “Which girl at this
table do you think is the hottest?”

Neville frowned. It was particularly unlike Harry to
talk so freely about girls. But he understood the question
fair enough. After several moments of looking around, he
turned back to him and replied quietly, “Lavender, of
course.”

Neville looked over briefly to see if she had noticed her
name being spoken. But she remained focused on Dumbledore.

Harry let out a hushed laugh. “Fair enough” he commented.

There was silence between them for a long time. Neville
watched as Dumbledore finished talking and a woman, the
new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, took to the
stage. Her absurd speech began putting the entire hall to
sleep. People began talking quietly, and the focus of
the hall shifted.

Neville heard Harry’s voice in his ear.

“So Lavender, huh?”

He swallowed. “Uh, yeah… why?”

But he didn’t get an answer. All he saw, in the corner of
his eye, was Harry’s wand pointing under the table. His
friend murmured a few hushed words, and Neville waited
with baited breath.

There was a clatter, and he looked over at Lavender.

“Whoops” she laughed cheerily, and she got down off the
bench and under the table. Ron had looked her way, but
Neville noticed that Padma Patil was very deliberately
looking the other direction.

He had little chance to notice much else however, for
he felt a pair of hands on his legs at that moment.

“Enjoy this, mate” came Harry’s quiet voice from his
left. “And don’t let those guys get you down.”

Neville held his breath as he felt what he now knew to
be Lavender’s hands begin unbuckling his belt. The long
Gryffindor tablecloth hid her from view of the hall, but
he was very much still in view. Neville had never even
pecked a girl on the cheek. He had no idea how he would
hold up to where this was clearly going.

He could feel Lavender sliding his belt out of the
buckle, then start to slide down his zipper. Anyone else
in the great hall wouldn’t hear the sound, but to him it
sounded like an angry bull charging through the front
doors.

She reached into his trousers and pulled out his cock,
which was only just hardening. Neville gulped, keeping
his eyes fixed on one of the large Hogwarts hangings that
adorned the walls. He had to fight the urge to sigh as
Lavender’s delicate hands took hold of his rapidly
swelling manhood and began stroking back and forth.

Any blood that would have rushed to his brain in order
to better understand how Harry could have orchestrated
this was quickly flooding to Neville’s dick. He resolved
to enjoy it now and ask questions later.

He had reached his full length, an impressive nine
inches. Neville was no small man, and he silently wished
he was brave enough to allow his size to become a rumor
around the school. It would certainly help with his love
life. But he was far too timid for that.

Perhaps things were changing.

Lavender clearly knew what to do with it. Her hands
worked his thick cock up and down, making him squirm in
his seat as heat flooded his crotch. He willed her
onward, hoping that whatever Harry had done would soon
make her take another great leap.

Sure enough, moments later, he felt a tongue lapping at
the head of his member. It was incredibly erotic, and
his steel gaze on the hangings faltered. He realized
his mouth was hanging open, and slammed it shut quickly.

She soon moved beyond just licking the tip. He felt her
lips envelop his head, and begin to slide down his shaft
in one fluid motion. It was both excruciating and the
most amazing feeling he had ever experienced. He could
not bear it any longer, he had to encourage her. After
glancing quickly to the right, and seeing that Dean was
busy talking rapidly with Seamus, he slid his hands down
under the table and took Lavender’s head in his shaking
fingers.

He began to pump her head back and forth in slow even
movements taking care to keep his arms from jerking. Her
wet tongue slid along the base of his cock, eliciting
feelings of intense pleasure as it did so. He closed his
eyes as he fought to remain calm in the face of these
base acts. As carnal and lustful as this was, he tried
to reason that there was more to it than just simple
fluid exchange.

But it soon hit him that this really was just a blowjob.

And with that realization he dropped all pretense.

He began forcing her deeper onto his dick, prodding the
entrance to her throat with the head of his throbbing
member. He could feel himself rising, his pleasure at
the feeling of her lips around his cock mounting and
soaring out of his hands. Before long he was ready to
blow, and there was only one place to fire a load that
would leave no traces.

Neville let out a single sharp intake of breath, before
he let fly a wave of his seed into Lavender’s waiting
throat. She lapped it up eagerly, swallowing over and
over to take in his piping hot seed. Neville had his
face lowered to the table in an effort to keep his
expression in that moment hidden. No doubt, it would
give the game away.

He felt his softening cock stowed back in his pants,
his flies done up and his belt re clasped. And then,
moments later, Lavender emerged subtly from under the
table. No one had noticed her go, and no one noticed
her return, save for Harry and Ron. Ron was looking at
both of them with a grin etched on his face.

“So, how was that?” Harry whispered in Neville’s ear.

He couldn’t get any words to form in his head. He
instead let out a long groan and sank low in his seat.

Harry and Ron laughed together just as Dumbledore
announced the start of the feast and the food arrived
for them all to enjoy. Neville, suddenly hungry from
the exertion, grabbed a plate and began pulling
together a large meal.

The shock from the encounter was wearing off now. And
his mind was left to wander on what exactly had
happened. Harry had cast some kind of spell, and
Lavender Brown had slipped under the table to give
him the blowjob of his life. She seemed to have no
memory of it, he acknowledged, as she struck up a
conversation with Ron.

But it had happened. And there was one real question
that dwarfed all others.

Would it happen again?

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