Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism
Chapter 7 – Quirky

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

Harry scowled darkly to himself, as he and Ginny dragged
their heavy luggage through the packed train. He knew he
shouldn’t blame Ron and Hermione for having to go to the
prefect carriage. But all the same, he couldn’t shake off
the feeling that it was a tragic loss. Never once had he
traveled on the Hogwarts Express without Ron.

They continued past many people he knew, and he received
an occasional greeting or wondering stare. People were
not as friendly as normal, but that was to be expected.
He was ‘an attention seeking delusional teenager’ now, as
the profit would have people believe.

Towards the back of the train they found Neville, who was
struggling along with his large trunk in one hand and his
toad Trevor in the other.

While he and Ginny conversed Harry peered into the
Carriage they had just passed, and saw Fred and George
sat with their good friend Lee Jordan. They all had their
heads bent over several rolls of parchment with untidy
scrawls all over them, and they were laughing excitedly.
Harry couldn’t help but wonder if this had something to
do with their grand business venture.

Little did Harry know just how much he was to thank for
their good spirits.

He turned and saw that Neville and Ginny had decided on
the carriage two down from him, and hurried to join them
inside. It was empty, save for one girl who Harry knew
by sight but had never spoken to.

She looked.. odd. Very odd, to say the least. With large
earrings and a neckless of butterbeer corks. Harry had
to resist laughing at the sight of her, sat there reading
an edition of the ludicrous ‘Quibbler’ upside down.

But there was some quality about her that he found rather
attractive. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but she
had a certain factor to her that made her desirable. She
had long waist length dirty blonde hair, quite attractive
features and an impressive chest. He could only see some
of her legs under the long skirt she wore, but they
looked to be long and slender. Her eyes were deep blue,
and gave off a permanently surprised look as if she had
just been startled by someone.

“Hi Luna” Ginny greeted her cheerfully. “Is it okay if we
take these seats?”

Luna took a while to respond. Her eyes skated over Ginny
and Neville, and came to rest on Harry. She nodded.

They all took their time piling their trunks onto the
racks and stowing bags under seats. Eventually, when
they were all sat, Ginny spoke.

“Had a good summer, Luna?” she asked.

Luna replied in a dreamy voice. “Yes. Yes, it was quite
enjoyable, you know.” Her eyes had not left Harry for
one moment. “You’re Harry Potter?”

“I know I am” he replied, unsure of how to deal with her
eccentricity.

Neville giggled, and she turned to face him. “And I don’t
know who you are.”

“I’m.. nobody” replied Neville quickly.

Ginny relied sharply. “No you’re not, Neville Longbottom
– Luna Lovegood. Luna’s in my year, but in Ravenclaw.”

“Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure” she sang
dreamily.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, while Ginny giggled.

There was a lapse in conversation, before Harry and
Neville got talking about each other’s summer. Neville
had been given a new plant by his great uncle, that they
marveled over for several minutes. Harry carefully
skated over the subject of the hearing and the order,
telling Neville stories of avoiding Dudley and going
into central London.

While he talked, his attention became more and more
divided between Neville, with whom he was holding a
conversation, and Luna opposite him. Her incredible
magnetism, which he had noticed initially but not fully
understood, was drawing him to her like a bloodhound to
a criminal. When Neville popped his head out of the
compartment to see if the trolley was near, Harry found
himself staring at Luna’s breasts intently. She was as
always fixated in her Quibbler, and didn’t notice his
attentions.

Harry’s thoughts jumped to the book, currently stored in
his rucksack. He had to do something.

Covertly, he took out his wand. Neville was still
peering down the corridor. Ginny had her head buried
in a copy of Quidditch weekly, looking at pictures of
her favorite team the Holly Head Harpies.

He pointed his wand at all three of them, murmuring
“Dormerio Primus.”

The spell’s description had been brief.

The Sleeping Spell – A very simple spell with very wide
application opportunity. The spell causes the target to
drift into a deep sleep within minutes, and keeps them in
this state for at least an hour unless very forcefully
roused. A sleeping victim will not be woken by any level
of sexual contact
Warning! – As with all spells in the volume, the casting is
undetectable by the wizarding trace but highly
illegal to perform

He proceeded to remain sat in the compartment, watching as
the spell began to take effect in all three of them. Ginny
was the first to fall, her head lolling lower and lower
until she collapsed onto the empty seat next to her.

Neville, who had returned to his seat, swiftly followed
suit and leant low in his seat, eyes closed and staring
upwards.

Luna took the longest. She seemed to fight the advances of
the spell, rubbing her eyes and yawning. But eventually
even she couldn’t refrain from her desire to rest, and the
Quibbler slipped out of her hands onto the floor as she
sank low in her chair and her eyes rolled up into her head.

Harry got to his feet and went to lock the compartment
door, drawing down the blinds over the clear windows. He
then turned back to look at the scene before him. It was
ripe with opportunity.

He returned to where Luna sat, and he could already feel
himself growing with excitement. His pulsing cock was
threatening to leap free of his trousers by the time he
had unbuttoned her top.

He pulled away her loose fitting shirt to reveal a nice
surprise, a rather sexy looking skimpy bra that barely
covered her generously proportioned tits. Harry took them
in his hands and kneaded the soft flesh, enjoying the
succulent orbs as they wobbled beneath his grasp. Hot
with anticipation, he reached behind her and unclipped
her bra, watching in awe as the cups fell away to let her
assets swing freely.

He knelt down in front of her and took her tit in his
mouth, sucking on her delicate nipple. He loved how it grew
hard against his tongue. With a free hand he took the other
mound next to his head and twisted the purt nipple. Luna
moaned in her sleep, and Harry started. But she did not
wake. Evidently she could still feel pleasure in the trance
he had placed her in.

With his other hand he began exploring the rest of her body
eagerly, reaching down and sliding it up her inner thigh.
The long skirt gave way to reveal bare legs and a set of
panties that were even more revealing than her bra, if that
was possible. Harry forced them aside and buried a finger
in Luna’s tight cunt. She was evidently a virgin, as he
worked hard to force himself knuckle deep into her soft
folds. He lifted the finger to his lips and tasted her
juices, relishing the sweet nectar. He lifted his hand
higher and forced the finger inside Luna’s lips. She sucked
on it gently, seeming to enjoy the taste just as much as
he had. Harry laughed quietly, before got to his feet and
undid his flies. Harry’s fully hard member shot out in a
flash and was ready to go to town.

He got down between Luna’s now outstretched legs, and began
to prod at her wet entrance with the head of his cock. It
was difficult to find his way in, she was so tight. But
eventually he managed to push his head in and started to
ram home his length as hard as he could. Luna groaned
groggily, her tits swinging back and forth on her chest
as he pounded a good four inches into her. He wanted to
take it quite easy, reluctant to make her bleed or hurt.
She couldn’t notice anything when she woke.

He soon got into a rhythm, and as her pussy widened to
allow more of him he slammed his full seven inches into
her delicious cunt. Despite being asleep she had a
content expression on her face, and soft moans rolled
out of her puckered lips. Harry sighed in ecstasy as he
began to feel his hips buckle and a glorious orgasm
overtook him. He pulled out of Luna and shot his load
of white ropes all over her heaving chest and breasts.
A strand landed neatly on her face, splayed over her
cheek and eye. She winced in her sleep as it landed, but
did not stir from her stupor.

Harry stood there for several seconds, enjoying looking
at her open body. He had enjoyed her, but his lust was
not fully quenched.

His gaze fell on Ginny.

Her head was perched precariously over the edge of the
seat, and she was sucking her thumb like a babe. A plan
formed in his head. Tempting. Inviting.

He walked over to her and opened her mouth carefully
with one hand. Tentatively, careful not to jog her, he
pulled out her thumb and let her wrist fall slackly over
the edge of the seat. Then he pushed his now semi hard
cock into her mouth. As he had hoped, her lips closed
around it and she began sucking it as she would her
thumb. Harry groaned in pleasure, as her tongue began
to inadvertently run up and down his shaft. He started
pumping slowly in and out of her mouth. Her wet lips
working him slowly to full hardness again.

After a time of this, he pushed harder and felt the head
of his cock prodding at the back of his throat. In her
trance like state, she had barely any gag reflex and his
entire length slid into her throat with ease. He started
pumping hard into her windpipe, facefucking her in
earnest. She coughed and spluttered, drool dangling from
the side of her mouth. Harry worked himself up to a
second huge orgasm in her throat, and when he was ready
he buried himself deep in her esophagus.

“Ugghhh” he moaned, spraying another load of cum straight
down her throat. He could feel her throat working to
swallow his spray, and it worked the tip of his cock
to prolong his orgasm and draw yet more cum out of him.
A couple of times she choked and shuddered, a gurgle
escaping her. When he was completely drained, Harry stood
and wiped off his soaking cock on a tissue.

He took in the scene below him, enjoying the site of the
two girls he had just enjoyed.

As he came down from his orgasm, the moral implications
of what he had done came to haunt him. But he convinced
himself that it was not a problem. As he dressed Luna,
and wiped the drool from Ginny’s mouth, he figured that
the two of them had no idea what had gone on. They were
no worse for wear, and he knew that by the time a girl
like Luna got around to having sex she wouldn’t notice
any abnormality in her pussy.

He zipped up his flies, sat back down at his seat, and
waited for the rest of them to wake. Harry smiled,
reliving the moments in his minds eye.

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