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Draco Malfoy had to put every bit of etiquette training he had gotten from his parents to use to keep from bouncing in his seat as he waited in the Great Hall for his plan to take effect.  He tried not to make it too obvious that he was keeping an eye on Potter, though that was difficult.

“Are you feeling alright?” Pansy asked beside him, gesturing to his full plate.  He had barely touched his food since breakfast began, too excited to even eat.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, “just not that hungry.”

He ate a little of his scrambled eggs in the hope she’d look away.  He liked the pureblood girl’s company well enough, but he didn’t want any distractions right now.  Thankfully, she seemed to accept his explanation, and he was able to go back to subtly watching Potter.  He didn’t have to wait long for his payoff.

The crowded hall was too loud for Draco to hear the half-blood’s grunt, but he was able to see him double over from where he sat.  It might not have been his aunt Bellatrix’s favorite of the three unforgivable curses, but she was all too willing to help her only nephew master the Imperius Curse all the same.  From there, he only had to find a house elf, put them under the curse, and hand over what he wanted the creature to put in Potter’s drink tonight.  The Dark Lord had made it clear that no one was to attempt to kill the boy-who-wouldn’t-fucking-die, wanting that privilege for himself, and Draco was not stupid enough to ignore such an order, but he doubted his lord would mind what he had done, especially if it paid off the way he hoped it would.

By now, Potter’s pet mudblood was aware that something was wrong and was trying to alert the professors.  It would do him little good.  Even Dumbledore himself couldn’t stop what was happening.  Potter’s transformation began just as the old fool reached the Gryffindor’s table.  He could hear his pained cries by now; the entire hall had gone silent for the display.

Potter began growing at an unnatural rate, both taller and broader, until his clothes ripped under the strain, save for his outer robe.  He wasn’t all that tall to begin with, which made it all the more bizarre for everyone to see him pass six feet and reach seven before it stopped.  His arms and legs grew thicker and plainly stronger, and his shoulders grew bull-like.  All over his skin, mottled brown hair grew, and two curved horns started to grow out of his temples.  His face elongated, turning into a distinctly bovine snout, and while he couldn’t see it, Draco knew Potter’s feet were transforming into cloven hooves.

“Professor,” he said, his voice sounding both weakened and stronger for how simultaneously strained and deep it was. “What’s happening to me?”

Before Dumbledore could reply, Professor Umbridge cut in snidely, “as if you don’t know, you arrogant boy.  Playing around with such advanced Transfiguration magic like this is an expulsion-worthy offense.  I’ll have your wand for this.”

“Dolores, you will do no such thing,” Dumbledore said calmly.

“You can’t protect him this time,” Umbridge hissed. “We can all see what he’s done; his wand should be snapped before he hurts someone else.”

“We can all see what’s happened here,” Dumbledore agreed, “which is why I’ll be sending word to Madam Bones to begin a formal investigation into the poisoning of Mr. Potter here.”

“Poisoning?” Umbridge asked, taken aback, “that’s a stretch.  I’ve never heard of any potion that can do something like this.”

“Thankfully, you are not employed as our Potions Professor,” Dumbledore replied. “Severus, can you think of anything that might have caused this?”

“There is one substance that could have done this,” Snape said, “and it is not something that, I imagine, Potter could have gotten his hands on.  I will need to run tests to be certain.”

“He must be kept in a ministry holding cell until then,” Umbridge declared. “He’s been made even more of a beast than he was before; he can’t be kept around so many children of good breeding.”

“He will stay in the infirmary,” Dumbledore said with finality.

“That is unacceptable!” Umbridge hissed.

“Mr. Potter is a student at this school, and as such, his presence here is at my discretion,” Dumbledore replied.

“The Minister will hear about this!” Umbridge raged.

“You mean he hasn’t already?” Dumbledore asked, turning away as the ministry official stalked off. “Mr. Potter, come with me; Madam Pomfrey will examine you in the infirmary.”

Draco watched with trepidation as Potter was led off.  That hadn’t gone the way he had expected or hoped for.  Professor Umbridge had such a proper understanding of the dangers of half-breeds that he thought she’d be able to have Potter whisked out of the castle quickly.  From there, he’d be a far easier target for the Dark Lord, or so Draco had imagined.  The prospect of that wretched Bones woman getting involved sent a chill down his spine, and he could only hope that the minister would manage to get a few of his more reliable aurors on the case.

Explaining to his father that he had taken his entire supply of minotaur horn would have been a lot easier if it resulted in the Dark Lord finally getting Potter.  If that didn’t happen, he was really not looking forward to that conversation.

*****

“I’m not finding anything,” Ron complained as he set the book down and rubbed his temples. “I’ve got no bloody idea where to even look.”

“It has to be a potion of some sort,” Hermione insisted. “The headmaster called it a poisoning, and so someone must have slipped it into his pumpkin juice.  It didn’t happen until after he drank.  We know there are potions that can transform people; we’ve used one.  We just need to keep looking.”

“We’ve been at this all morning,” Ron countered. “You know I want to help Harry, but reading through all these books is getting us nowhere.  We need to find out who did this.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” Hermione asked. “The aurors are already looking into it, which means either they are actually investigating or, more likely, they’re working to cover it up.  Either way, we’ll have little hope of getting around them.”

Ron let out a bitter laugh. “I hate that that’s true.”

“Our best bet is finding out what was used to turn Harry into...that,” Hermione said. “Divination starts soon, right? Head to class; I’ll keep looking for now.”

“You’re right,” he sighed. “See you later, Hermione.”

“Later,” she replied.

The book on advanced potions that Hermione was reading was some of the driest material she had ever encountered, and even she was finding it difficult to get through, but she knew that she had to keep looking.  She wished that she could just trust Madam Pomfrey to figure it out and the aurors to investigate properly, but she and her friends had needed to step in and handle problems like this too many times for her to just trust the people who should be responsible to actually do their jobs.

She hated being so cynical and wished that she lived in a world where authority figures were willing and able to help out when things went wrong, but that notion had been slowly beaten out of her over the years.  This year in particular.  She was so engrossed in her self-appointed task that she didn’t notice when a pair of figures walked up to her.

“Hermione?”

She was startled at the sudden interruption and looked up to see Ginny and Luna Lovegood.

“Ginny?” she asked. “If you’re looking for Ron, he just left.”

“No, I’m looking for you,” Ginny said. “Luna here has an idea about what happened to Harry.”

Hermione just stared at Ginny for a moment.  In Hermione’s experience, Luna’s idea was likely to be as useful as one of Professor Trelany’s predictions.  She wouldn’t have expected Ginny to waste her time with nonsense, though, so maybe this had merit.

“I wouldn’t have expected to need to explain it to you,” Luna said. “Are you not the girl Harry’s having trouble with?”

That threw her for a loop.  “What makes you think a girl is responsible?”

“Well, responsible only in a roundabout way,” Luna said, “it wouldn’t be the poor girl’s fault that she has an extraordinary libido.”

“Lib...what?” Hermione asked, nonplussed.

“Luna, you said you knew what potion Harry was poisoned with,” Ginny groaned.

“No, I said I knew what had caused this,” Luna corrected her. “Minotaur horn.  Powdered Minotaur horn is a sexual stimulant for men, imbuing them with the virility of the mythical bull man.  For someone as young as Harry to try the stuff, much less take enough of it to trigger a full transformation, his girlfriend must be utterly insatiable.  You just made the most sense, Hermione.”

Hermione stared at the bizarre blonde in utter bewilderment, her mouth open and her face a deep red.

“What...why...?” she tried to get out.

“There aren’t many girls that he talks to,” she explained simply. “Ginny’s dating Michael, and Cho looks too miserable to be sleeping with someone using Minotaur horn, so that just leaves you.”

“How do you know it was Minotaur horn?” Ginny asked.

“Because Harry turned into a Minotaur,” Luna replied as if it was obvious. “To be honest, I’m surprised there’s enough left in the world to trigger the transformation.”

“You mean the actual Greek myth?” Hermione asked.

“Mmhmm,” Luna replied, “though it was no myth.  Do you know the story?”

“Of course,” Hermione said, “King Minos angered the god Poseidon by refusing to sacrifice a particularly magnificent bull, and so Poseidon cursed his wife Pasiphae with lust for the bull.  She ended up giving birth to a half-man, half-bull creature, and the whole story is a ludicrous view into the original creator’s fear of larger men.  It’s a myth.”

“No, it really happened,” Luna said, “and the muggle version lacks a few of the more important details, by the sound of it.  We don’t know for sure, but most wizards today believe that the old gods were very powerful wizards and witches who, through sheer might, were able to gather worshippers from among the mundane population.  Poseidon was exceptionally powerful, and the curse he would have put on poor Pasiphae must have been terrible.  She yearned for that bull like nothing on Earth and finally managed to have him with the help of the inventor Daedalus.”

“That sounds like the story I know,” Hermione pointed out.

“Yes,” Luna agreed, “the differences come later.  Poseidon’s curse came with a blessing to keep Pasiphae alive through the entire process, maybe because he wasn’t cruel enough to kill her or because his true curse was the creature she gave birth to.  The Minotaur was exquisite; even with the head of a bull, the women around the palace thought he was beautiful as a boy.  Minos didn’t kill him, possibly because he felt guilty for the part he played in what happened.  The Minotaur grew up in the palace, hidden from most, save for the servants and his mother, but that changed when he started to grow up.”

“He became a danger to the people around him,” Hermione said.

“Not in the way you’re thinking,” Luna replied, “all those women around him who had thought he was beautiful as a boy became even more enamored with him as he hit puberty, and that’s when it started.”

“What started?” Ginny asked.

“The constant mating,” Luna explained. “Every servant and slave girl in the palace came to want him, and he eagerly gave them everything they wanted and more.  Minos ended up having the maze built to  keep him in just so he wouldn’t have to hear the near-constant sounds of the minotaur exhausting the servants.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Hermione said, her blush returning.

“Perhaps,” Luna allowed. “Minos was probably envious too.  Once the labyrinth was built, the Minotaur was put away, and the king didn’t have to think about him any more.  He had kept his word to his wife and found a solution to the problem without having to kill her child.  Food was sent down through a complex pulley system every day, and even slave girls captured from other city states were sent down to keep him company.  The servant girls of the palace never forgot what it was like to be taken by him, though, and they plotted to find a way into the labyrinth.”

Hermione buried her head in her hands as Luna’s tale continued.  This was a waste of her time, but she hadn’t exactly been finding anything before, and she had to admit that this perverted version of the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur was amusing at least.

“Eventually they managed to find a little-used entrance and map a path out,” Luna continued. “The story of the Minotaur and his prowess spread, and the servants sold the secret of how to get to him to adventurous noblewomen who wanted to have fun.  There was a problem, though.  The Minotaur was, despite being only half-man, at least twice the average man, and the women who frequented him ended up having little use for regular men.  When a warrior named Theseus marrieda noble girl named Arachne, he found that he could barely feel her.  When he found out why, he grew enraged and killed the poor innocent Minotaur just because he couldn’t measure up to him, the big jerk, or not so big jerk, I guess.”

Ginny hadn’t realized what Luna meant at first and felt her face grow hot when she finally caught on.  “Luna!”

“What?” the blonde asked, and receiving no answer, continued, saying, “anyway, the women of Crete mourned the Minotaur and cursed Theseus’ name, but for some reason, the version spread by the men of Crete caught on.  The true story only survived by word of mouth, from mother to daughter, through the generations.  My great-great-grandmother heard it from a local on a trip to Crete, and so it passed through my family.”

“So this has all been a story your great-great-grandmother heard from a random woman?” Hermione asked, her tone frosty. “What does any of it have to do with Harry?”

“The Minotaur was the creation of a powerful wizard, and as such, his body parts had magical properties,” Luna explained. “His horns were harvested, and some wizard figured out that by mixing a few shavings of one of them into a drink, he could improve his sexual stamina.  A few through the millennia have overdone it to the point that they transformed into minotaurs themselves.”

“What’s the cure?” Ginny asked.

“Sex,” Luna replied.

“Sex?” Hermione asked.

“Mmhmm,” Luna replied, “even a small dose of powdered Minotaur horn will not leave a man’s system until it’s been used up.  For a full transformation, it will take more than one of us could hope to manage.  At least the two of us will need to be involved.”

“What?!” Hermione exclaimed, barely managing to keep her voice down enough to avoid drawing Madam Pince’s attention.

“Ideally, I’d like more than the two of us, but the only other one I’d consider asking is Ginny, and sheand Michael are involved.” Luna said.

“Well, we’ve only been ona couple dates,” Ginny said. “He hasn’t even asked me to be his girlfriend yet.”

“Really?” Luna asked. “That’s perfect!  If you’re not really seeing anyone, then you can join Hermione and me.”

“Now, wait a minute...” Hermione went to say

“Luna, I’m not sure about this,” Ginny said more loudly, interrupting Hermione.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to pressure you,” Luna said. “I suppose that I can look further afield if I need to.  I could possiblyask Susan Bones if we want to keep the Neapolitan theme, or I can ask Lavender Brown.  I think that she’s between boys.”

“I have to think about it,” Ginny said. “Just don’t do anything about it until tonight, okay?”

“Alright, Ginny,” Luna replied serenely.

The redhead tore off in a hurry after that.

“Luna I haven’t even agreed to this plan of yours,” Hermione protested the second they were alone.

“No, but I’m confident you will,” Luna said, “just like I’m confident that Ginny will.  I’m willing because Harry seems like a nice boy, but mostly because I’ve wanted to experience a fully transformed Minotaur for years and never thought I’d get the chance.  Ginny will because she’s wanted to have sex with Harry since she learned what the word meant, and you’ll do it because you’d do anything for him.”

Hermione had no answer for that, at least none she was willing to voice.

“You’ll research it, of course,” Luna continued. “Minotaur horn should be enough of a clue to help you find what you’ve been looking for since breakfast.  Once you’ve decided, let me know.”

With that, Luna left, and Hermione had no company left save for her books.  She checked the clock and saw that she had just under an hour left before she would have to leave for Ancient Runes.  It should be enough time to check at least some of what the eccentric blonde told her.  If she turned out to be right, though, was Hermione really willing to give up her virginity to save Harry from being stuck like that?  She tried to pretend she didn’t know the answer as she started her more focused research.

*****

It was later that day that Hermione made her way to the infirmary.  She had managed to confirm the properties of Minotaur horn using a book on rare magical reagents.  The rest of what Luna had told her, she neither had the time nor the inclination to try to confirm or disprove.  It wasn’t like it would help Harry.  Just as she got close, she heard the unmistakable voices of Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey.

“How’s he doing, Poppy?” her Head of House asked, “everyone’s at lunch; we can talk.”

“One of the worst cases on record,” Madam Pomfrey replied. “I’ve consulted every text I have that even hints at this kind of thing and found nothing on par with it.  I can’t fathom how much of the stuff was required.”

“How long do you think it will take to reverse?” McGonagall asked.

“I’m not actually certain,” Pomfrey replied.

“Dolores is trying to have him transferred out of here,” McGonagall said. “Albus is fighting it, of course, but I heard her raving about how she’d have him removed by tomorrow.”

“We’ll have to hope that he can delay things at the very least,” Pomfrey said, “because he won’t have changed back by then.”

Hermione left as quickly as she could.  That horrid toad was trying to have Harry taken from Hogwarts, where he was safe, relatively speaking, and brought goodness knows where.  Maybe that was the point of all this, have him brought somewhere where Voldemort could get to him more easily.  She shuddered at the thought.  As much as she hated to admit it, she couldn’t rely on her teachers or even the headmaster to keep Harry safe, not when the ministry was in the state that it was.  Luna’s plan might seem mad, but if her deadline was tomorrow, madness was her only hope.

*****

Luna had to actively stop herself from skipping as she walked towards the Room of Requirement.  It was a long way to the seventh-floor corridor, and she would surely draw attention if she skipped all the way there.  She didn’t normally care about drawing attention to herself; people would think what they liked, and there was nothing to be done about that, but in this instance, she didn’t want anything at all to delay her.

She had practically shaken with excitement as she brewed the lust and contraceptive potions she had gotten to work on the second her last class of the day ended.  Neither one took very long, thankfully.  She let out a shaky breath as she ascended the final flight of stairs.  She was actually going to experience what it was like to shag a minotaur.  The story of the Minotaur and that big meanie Theseus had been one of her favorites growing up.  A powerful tale of the dangers of letting envy consume you and the horrible things it could make you do.  It wasn’t the Minotaur’s fault that he was superior to the men around him in every meaningful way, and it was wrong of Theseus to lash out as he had.

She had wondered what it would have been like for all those lucky women a lot as she got older and touched herself to the thought of being rutted by a big, burly bullman more times than she could count.  She never imagined that she would get such an opportunity, and she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers, fingers that likely wouldn’t come close to touching as she wrapped her small hand around his...

She shook her head and focused on the final few steps.  The tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy teaching trolls to do ballet dancing wasn’t there, having been replaced by a door that she took to mean that at least Hermione had already arrived.  When Luna left the brilliant brunette earlier, she had been pretty sure that she’d be joining her in helping Harry later.  She had brewed three vials worth of both potions in the hope that Ginny would join them too.  It would be nice to share this experience with friends.

She opened the door and smiled widely at the sight of both Hermione and Ginny standing there.  Hermione’s note hadn’t specified if the redhead was joining them.

“Hello,” she said.

“Luna, hi,” Hermione said, sounding nervous.  She didn’t know what there was to be nervous about; this was going to be wonderful.

“Ginny, you’re joining us?” Luna asked.

“Yeah, I broke things off with Michael,” Ginny said. “According to Hermione, the Umbitch is trying to have Harry removed tomorrow.  This might not be how I expected to lose my virginity, but I can’t let that happen.”

“At least it’s who you wanted to lose it to,” Luna said.

“So how exactly will this work?” Hermione asked.

Luna cocked her head in surprise; surely a girl this brilliant knew the basics of how sex worked.

“Well, we’ll get naked, and Harry will insert his bull-sized cock inside...”

“I don’t mean that,” Hermione snapped. “How exactly will having sex with Harry fix him?  I was able to find information on powdered Minotaur horn, but not much on cases of its use going wrong.

“No one really knows why it serves as such a potent aphrodisiac,” Luna replied, “but we do know that once ingested, it has to be used up for its effects to go away.  Men who use just a little will experience erections that don’t go down unless used specifically for sex.  Poor Harry had so much used on him that he physically transformed, which means the sheer amount of lust he’s going to have to burn off is immense.”

“Wait,” Ginny interrupted, “does that mean that he’s been...hard this entire time?”

“I certainly hope not,” Hermione said. “Erections lasting that long can be dangerous.”

“There’s a spell that can force an erection to go away,” Luna said. “I imagine that Madam Pomfrey’s been using it periodically today.  Unless she’s been tending to him properly, though, which I doubt, since it would be a violation of the Healer’s code, then it would only be a temporary fix.”

Both Hermione and Ginny grimaced for some reason.

“We’ll have to find a way to get him here,” Luna said.  That was something that she actually hadn’t figured out how best to do. “Once he’s here, though, I have potions that will help us.  Contraceptive potions and something to make sure that Harry doesn’t hurt us.  I got to work on them as soon as I could today, so they’re quite fresh.”

Hermione groaned, “I didn’t even think of that.”

“You’ve had a lot on your mind,” Luna said sympathetically.

“Sneaking Harry through Hogwarts will be a pain,” Ginny said. “As big as he’s gotten, I don’t think his cloak would hide him completely.  Hermione, do you know if house elves can transport people?”

“Even if they could, and even if I was willing to get the elves here to do things for me, they would have to tell the professors what they had done if asked,” Hermione said. “Although...Dobby?”

The excitable elf appeared before them and asked, “does Harry Potter’s Hermione need something?”

“Dobby, Harry’s in a bit of trouble,” Ginnysaid. “Do you think you could teleport him from the infirmary to this room?”

“Dobby could be doing that,” Dobby replied. “Why is Harry Potter there?”

“He’sbeen transformed into a giant bullman,” Luna explained. “His eyes are the same color, but he has the head of a bull; you can’t miss him.”

“Dobby,” Hermione cut in, “we can help him, but we need him brought here without anyone seeing or finding out for at least a few hours.  Can you help us?”

“Dobby can,” Dobby said, disappearing at once.

“It’ll probably take him a minute or so,” Hermione said.

“Here,” Luna said, “down them both before he gets here.”

“What is the other one again?” Hermione asked.

“A potion to make the initial penetration hurt less,” Luna replied. “Harry won’t exactly be small, and we are all virgins, right?”

“Sounds good to me,” Ginny said, taking and chugging both potions.

Hermione just sighed and did the same.

*****

Harry groaned as he lay back in the infirmary bed.  It was his usual one, though Dumbledore had needed to enlarge it to fit his current form.  This was by far the weirdest reason he had ever ended up in that room.  He still didn’t know what the hell had happened.  Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey suspected that something had beenslipped into his drink.  The weird thing was that the house elves handled all the food and drink, meaning that someone had gone to pretty extraordinary and potentially dark lengths to poison him, and they chose to do whatever this was.

Turning him into a half-bull, half-man creature wasn’t something Voldemort would do.  It wasn’t something that any of the death eaters he knew of would do.  If they were able to poison him so easily, he should be dead.  This was a step or two above something that Fred and George would do, and it was weirding him out.  There were downsides, big, big downsides, but this was still a prank more than anything.  It was true that trying to walk on hooves was annoyingly difficult, and even if he didn’t have cloven feet, the sheer difference in how tall and broad he currently was would make him clumsy at best.

The worst of it was a problem he was glad he hadn’t dealt with in a couple hours, though.  He was so damn horny.  He had been so freaked out by his initial transformation that he hadn’t even noticed the giant erection he ended up with until he tried to stand and had to hobble to the infirmary, hunching over and desperately wrapping his outer robe around him.  The fact that it was the only thing he was wearing at the time that hadn’t ripped was deeply unfortunate.  Since then, Madam Pomfrey had needed to spell away his otherwise permanent hard-on every few hours.  That particularly mortifying procedure had him longing for the time he had regrown the bones in his arm with Skelegro.

“If I ever find out who did this, I’m getting the twins to help me get even,” he murmured to himself.

“Harry Potter,” a high-pitched, hushed voice said.  He turned to see Dobby by his bed, staring up at him in shock, his already large eyes wider than Harry had ever seen them.  “Wow, Harry Potter’s Hermione said you had transformed, but Dobby did not know how much.”

“You spoke to Hermione?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Dobby replied. “Dobby is asked to bring you to her.  The three witches have a way to cure you.”

“Three witches?”Harry asked.

“Harry Potter’s Hermione, the Wheezy girl, and theWheezy girl’s friend with the radish earrings,” Dobby replied,“Harry Potter must come quickly.  The healy witch is outside; you must go now while you won’t be seen.”

“How am I to leave without being seen?” Harry asked, “even if I had my cloak, it wouldn’t be enough.”

“Take Dobby’s hand,” Dobby said, extending his hand up.

Dobby was a small creature normally, as all house elves were, but in Harry’s enlarged form, he looked tiny.  He put out a hand and noticed that Dobby only managed to take one sausage-like finger.  The next thing he knew, he was gone, out of the infirmary and into what he figured would be the Room of Requirement.  He didn’t have time to wonder about that, though, or contemplate the fact that Dobby’s teleportation was the most pleasant form of magical travel he had ever experienced, because the sight that greeted him robbed him of all conscious thought.

“Ahh,” a breathy female moan reached him.

Hermione, Ginny, and Luna were there, as he expected.  What he didn’t expect was to see the three of them completely naked and lying on a large bed in the middle of the room.

Dobby let out an eep and excused himself quickly, but Harry didn’t hear a word of what he said.  Luna was lying on her back, her fingers making little circles around her dripping, wet pussy as she watched Hermione and Ginny. The two of them were practically wrapped around each other as they kissed, their hands roaming all over each other’s pale, beautiful bodies.  Harry watched in shock and felt a fog settling over his mind until he could focus on and think of nothing but the sight of the three girls and the unfamiliar but intoxicating smell that was coming from them.

Madam Pomfrey had cast the spell that kept his erection away a couple of hours ago and would notice he was gone soon as she came to recast it, but even if she had cast it a couple of minutes before Dobby appeared, it wouldn’t have kept his cock down at the sight in front of him.   His meaty shaft strained against the fabric of the transfigured sheet he was wearing for pants and let out an uncomfortable groan.

“Harry!” Luna exclaimed, just then noticing him.  Hermione was startled at her word and broke apart to look at him.

“Harry,” Hermione moaned, her voice a breathy shudder.

“Fuck, Harry, come here,” Ginny moaned.

His mind blank, Harry walked towardsthe large bed, ripping off his pants like they were nothing as he went.  Possibly because he wasn’t psyching himself out and was moving on pure instinct, he didn’t stumble on his digitigrade legs as he had all day.

*****

Hermione couldn’t believe how horny she was.  She had explored herself, believing that it was only natural and good to gain a better understanding of her body.  She had masturbated often enough over the last couple of years, but she had never known such anall-consuming need in her life.  She wanted to be mad at Luna for not explicitly saying that she was giving her a lust potion, but in retrospect, she had been pretty obvious about what it was.  As she looked over thereat Harry, standing there so large and intimidating, she was glad for the potion, glad that she could feel nothing in the face of this giant bull staring down at her in obvious lust but desire.

Seeing him rip off the makeshift pants he was wearing so easily made her insides flutter, both because of the casual display of strength and because of what he uncovered.  All three girls moaned in unison at the sight of the massive cock springing up between his muscular legs.  As he got closer, a subtle musk emanating from that cock and massive balls hanging under it filled the air.  Hermione swore the smell turned her on even more.

“It’s so big,” Ginny moaned, “it’s like my fucking arm.”

“He’s a Minotaur, alright,” Luna sighed. “You are going to feel so good inside me.”

She gave the tip a gentle kiss and giggled as it twitched.  Hermione didn’t say aword; she just grabbed the veiny shaft and stroked it experimentally.  She was too horny to wonder how this thing that looked to be a foot long could possibly fit inside her.  She did wonder how he was able to make a cock this large be this hard, but the strong, slow heartbeat she felt through it told her that.  She cupped his balls, each one the size of a large lemon, and moaned.  Images of her being covered in thick white semen filled her mind, and she buried her face in the huge sack, breathing in the musk and imagining it was happening already.

Suddenly, Harry grunted and grabbed Ginny, picking her up in his large hands like she weighed nothing.  The redhead shrieked and laughed, grabbing his thick shoulders to steady herself.

“Guess she’s going first,” Luna giggled. “Lucky girl.”

Having Harry up close, in combination with the lust potion, had been driving Hermione mad.  Having him take a couple steps back allowed her mind to work again.

“Will he fit?” she asked Luna.

“Of course,” Luna replied, “the women of Crete could, and witches are stretchier than muggle women to begin with.  How do you think half-giants like Hagrid exist?”

“Hagrid’s giant half comes from his mother,” Hermione replied.

“Really?” Luna asked, looking back over to Ginny just as Harry started lining his cock up with her tiny pussy. “Oh.”

“Oh?!” Hermione asked, “Luna, tell me you didn’t base this entire plan on...”

A piercing scream tore through the air, and Harry stuffed the first third of his cock inside the redhead in one thrust.

“Harry, be careful!” Hermione called out.

“He won’t hear you,” Luna said, suddenly sounding scared. “He hasn’t said a word since he saw us naked.  It’s like he’s in a rut.”

He continued to thrust mindlessly into Ginny, holding her folded body by her waist.  Her feet were resting by his head on his shoulders, and she was holding onto his thick biceps for dear life.  Every thrust sent him a little deeper inside her and earned him another cry from her lips.

“Ginny, are you alright?!” Hermione asked.

“So...good!” she shrieked.

Hermione sighed in relief and noticed Luna visibly relax next to her.  Her fear had been the only thing that kept the lust potion at bay for even a moment, and with it gone and such an arousing spectacle in front of her, she felt herself falling back into the lustful frenzy that had taken her the moment she downed that potion.  She looked over and saw Luna blatantly fingering herself.

“He’s so big,” she whimpered, “so strong and powerful.  No wonder the women were so enamoured with the original one.”

“Oh, fuck yes!” Ginny screamed, shaking and spasming in his grasp as she came.

“Oh, fuck it,” Hermione hissed, grabbing the blonde and kissing her deeply.

The initial frenzied make-out session that three witches had engaged in after they drank their potions had been embarrassing to Hermione when Harry’s presence distracted her.  She had never been attracted to girls, and the sudden impulse had seemed strange at first.  Hearing Ginny get fucked by Harry while the potion was still coursing through her was driving her insane, though, and she needed to be touched by someone, anyone, and Luna seemed more than willing.  That she quickly flipped them over and snogged her while playing with small, perky tits was proof enough of that.

She moaned into Luna’s mouth, spearing at the other girl’s tongue with her own, and reached down to grab the blonde’s arse.  She dug her fingers into the supple flesh and ground her thigh against her soaking, wet cunt.

“Ah,” Luna hissed, “have you been with a girl before?”

“Never,” Hermione moaned.

“You’re a natural,” Luna giggled, leaning in to kiss and suck at the slender column of Hermione’s throat.

Hermione moaned and then shrieked as Luna started to stroke her dripping quim with her slender fingers.  She was on the edge of cumming already, and when Luna started tracing little circles around her throbbing clit, she came hard.  Luna kept teasing her through her orgasm, her cries drowned out by Ginny’s screams, until she grabbed the blonde’s hand.  Luna laughed and licked at her hard nipples while she came down from her orgasm.

Not to be outdone, Hermione positioned the blonde on her back and began to feast on her full breasts.  Kissing, licking, and nipping at them, alternating between the two, Hermione soon had her unexpected lover mewling.  She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them until they were wet, and then brought her hand to Luna’s cunt.  Hermione teased her with just one finger before quickly adding a second, her mouth never leaving Luna’s tits.  Luna’s hands dug into Hermione’s wild hair, and she babbled her appreciation.

Hermione curled her fingers upward, searching for the other girl’s g-spot, and quickly found a rough patch of skin that made Luna’s breath hitch.  She dug her fingers gently into the sensitive spot and began to stimulate it with short little thrusts, her palm resting against the blonde’s clit to play with it as well.

“Oh fuck!” Luna moaned, “you’re so fucking good!”

Hermione kept it up, stimulating the girl’s g-spot clit and sensitive breasts at once.  Luna’s tight walls began to quiver around her fingers, and the younger girl let out a strangled scream, shaking in Hermione’s arms.  Suddenly, a loud, deep groan behind her drew her attention.  Hermione turned and saw Harry seemingly cumming inside Ginny, who was by then lying limp in his arms.

Once he finished, Harry lifted her off his cock, which looked like it wouldn’t be softening at all, and brought her back to the bed.  He deposited her surprisingly gently, and Hermione’s jaw dropped at the sight.  Ginny looked dazed and barely conscious, her eyes glassy and unfocused.  She was covered in sweat and grinning from ear to ear as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.  The most incredible thing, though, was that she looked like she was five months pregnant.  Her normally toned stomach was bloated under the weight of all the thick cum that Harry had pumped inside her.

“He’s ruined her,” Luna moaned as she traced her fingers along Ginny’s gaping pussy. “No normal man will be able to satisfy her now.”

The blonde girl buried her face between Ginny’s thighs and began to lick and slurp at the redhead’s quim, drinking deeply of Harry’s cum.  Before Hermione could point out that that wasn’t how sex worked or even complain that she wanted to drink from Ginny too, Harry’s musk hit her nose again, and she shuttered, her cunt overflowing.  She turned and looked up at him.  The heat of his gaze made her shudder.

“Harry...” she moaned.

Before she could say any more, he reached out and picked her up like she weighed nothing.  She had looked at Harry countless times through the years and found him to be increasingly handsome.  Staring into the bullhead her best friend had at that moment, there were none of the features she so adored.  He lacked the increasingly sharp jaw she had thought looked lovely, the straight nose, or the lips she wished she could see smiling at her just then as he stared at her.  He lacked all those things, but his eyes, those intense green eyes that she had thought looked almost too beautiful for a boy, were pretty much the same.

“Harry,” she whimpered as he held her.  She grabbed onto his massive biceps to steady herself.  He was holding her with one hand while his other fisted his cock and brought it to her pussy.  She was going to lose her virginity to her best friend.  She would be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined doing just that many times, but even her wildest fantasies had never looked anything like this.  He found her dripping hole after a moment of trying and, with a sharp exhale, pushed forward.

Hermione heard herself scream before she realized that she had.  Full was the only word she could possibly use to describe how she felt in that moment.  His massive cock spread her wider than she ever imagined and tore through her hymen like it was nothing, but she felt no pain.  She would in the morning, she was sure, but whether because of the lust potion or something unique about the Minotaur, all Hermione felt was the pleasant burn of being stretched and pleasure beyond her imagination.

“Fuck!” she shrieked.

Harry pulled out just a bit and thrust back in even deeper.  This he did again and again, conquering more of her burning depths each time.  She had thought her time with Luna had been good, but just being penetrated by her minotaur lover made that seem insignificant.  She was starting to believe the blonde’s story about how the women of Crete grew addicted to the hulking bull man; how could any normal man compare to this?  Faster than she would have thought possible, Harry was almost entirely buried inside her, and as he pushed that final inch inside, she came.

“Harry, I’m gonna...ahh!” she screamed as she came, shaking and writhing in his large arms.  He already had her in the same position she had seen him shag Ginny in: her legs against his chest and her feet by his head.  As she came down from her first climax, already feeling limp and exhausted in the best way,she knew it was only the beginning and wondered how the redhead had managed to take this kind of pleasure the entire time that she was having sex with Luna.

“It’s because...ahh...because she was...was powerless, huh?” she asked Harry, “you fucked her into a...hnn...a stupor...dominated her completely...oh fuck...because you’re so much stronger.”

Harry grunted as if he were actually responding to her.

“Fuck me like you fucked her!” Hermione screamed.

Harry pulled out almost completely and thrust back so hard that his hips audibly slapped her ass.  She shrieked, her mind engulfed in a whirlwind of ecstasy.  She knew there were spots inside a woman’s vagina that were more sensitive than others.  She had managed to find her own g-spot with transfigured toys before.  Harry’s cock seemed to be stretching her so wide that he was stimulating every part of her at once.  She had barely come down from her first orgasm when she started racing towards her second.

He was relentless, a ravenous beast bound and determined to drive Hermione insane.  She screamed his name at the top of her lungs as her second orgasm on his incredible cock coursed through her.  This wasn’t about saving Harry anymore.  All noble intent had fled her mind already, replaced by nothing but wanton need.  She wanted this creature to fuck her forever, to slake his bestial lusts on her young, tight body until there was nothing left of her but pleasure.

“FUCK!” she screamed as she came again, hot white lights flashing behind her eyes.  From her head to her toes, her entire body was ravaged by the sensations flooding her brain.  In the distance, she could hear other feminine moans, and it took her a moment to remember that Ginny and Luna were there as well.

Hermione looked up at Harry, his bestial form, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in that moment.  She thought that she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes for just a moment before it disappeared again.  Those eyes that she had always thought were so utterly lovely.

“Green,” was the last conscious thought that passed through her typically brilliant mind before her next orgasm reduced her to a mindless, drooling wreck.

*****

Harry roared as he came inside the brunette, filling her to the brim with his potent seed.  Her once-flat belly bloated as his titanic load filled her womb completely.  The orgasm brought back some awareness of who he was.  He didn’t recognize the whimpering, glassy-eyed woman on his cock, but he guessed they knew each other.  He dropped her on the bed, where two other women were kissing, and looked at them.  The redhead already smelled like him, but the blonde didn’t.  She smelled wonderful all the same, and as she came to him, he knew that he had to have her.

“Me next,” she said, looking up at him with wide blue eyes. “It’s my turn.”

“I want another turn next,” the redhead said, raising her head up from between the brunette’s thighs.

“Have you regained feeling in your legs yet, Ginny?” the blonde asked.

“I don’t need thatto fuck him,” she replied. “He can pick me up or just take me here.”

His cock was throbbing with need, not having relented in the slightest after fucking the first two, and their talk was boring him.  He picked up the blonde, who squealed and smiled at him, and quickly impaled her on his length.

“YES!” she screamed, her hot, wet, tight tunnel rippling and fluttering around him.

He needed relief so badly that it was almost all he could think of.  He knew that he had been a completely mindless beast before, incapable of doing anything other than fucking.  The redhead had helped a little, and the brunette had given him back his mind.  He hoped the blonde would be enough to make his cock soften.  If not, then he was going to take the redhead up on her offer, and then the brunette, and the blonde again.  Whatever it took to finally end this terrible need.

“So good,” the blonde babbled, “so much cock.  You’ve ruined me.”

He tightened his grip on her hips, lifted her up on his cock,and slammedher backdown.  She was a tiny thing, verylight in his arms.  With her feet by his head and her holding his arms, he could support her entire weight in his huge hands easily.

“Fuck me!” she screamed, her face and chest growing red.

His massive cock was splitting her in half, stretching her to her limit.  Despite that, she was so wet that he had no trouble moving as he started pounding her.  Her pleasured screams grew louder and louder as he continued to rut her like a wild beast.  She was holding on to nothing but him, completely under his power as he used her like a sex toy.  Despite this, the wide smile on her beautiful face and constant cries for more were clear enough signs that she was enjoying the brutal fucking.  The increasingly wet slapping sounds of hips hitting her ass and thighs echoed through the largely empty room.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” she screamed, “so good, so good, don’t stop!  Don’t fucking stop! FUCK!”

Her cunt quivered around him and gushed a puddle of fluids on the floor beneath them as she came.  Her already incredible silken walls felt even better as they fluttered all around his pistoning length.  He growled, digging his fingers into her hips, and fucked her even harder through her orgasm.  Her big blue eyes came into focus again as the pleasure subsided, and she just stared at him, smiling.

“Knew...you’d be...amazing,” she managed to get out through her panting.

He grunted and started bouncing her on his cock again as he walked toward the nearest wall.  He pressed the lithe blonde up against the stone and used the leverage to fuck her even harder.  Her shrieking began anew as he used her like a toy.  He made her cum again and again on his monstrous cock, feeling a growing sense of pride at how increasingly out of it she looked after each one.  When she finally passed out, he decided to switch to one of the others and let go, roaring as he filled her to the brim with his cum.

He carried the limp blonde to the bed and set her down gently.

“Pick me,” the brunette begged.

“No, it’s my turn!” the redhead exclaimed.

He decided that the redhead had a point, flipped her onto her stomach, and buried himself to the hilt in her dripping, wet hole in one thrust.  Her triumphant scream as she clawed at the bedsheets made him smile.  He looked at the disappointed brunette and held her gaze, a promise of more brutal fucking to come in his eyes.  She shuddered and went to drink his cum from the unconscious blonde.

As he started truly pounding the redhead again, he hoped that these three would be enough to satisfy his bestial lusts.

*****

Harry woke with a groan and scrunched his eyes closed.  His throbbing headache was the first thing that registered as he regained consciousness.  The second was thatthe rest of him didn’t feel great either.  It felt like he had strained most of the muscles in his body, and he didn’t know why.  As he opened his eyes, the pitch-black room around him seemed odd.  Usually, when he woke up with his entire body sore, he was sitting in the very white infirmary and being glared at by Madam Pomfrey for whatever had landed him there.

“Madam Pomfrey!” he thought to himself.  Remembering her led to him remembering the weird transformation that had happened to him during breakfast the day before, or he assumed it was the day before.  He tried sitting up, only to get an annoyed groan in response from someone who wasn’t him.  A distinctly feminine groan.

“What the fuck?”he thought to himself.  It was then that he noticed the weight on his chest and the tickling sensation of hair.  Weirdly enough, it seemed like there were three girls cuddling with him, and it was that realization that made the memories start flooding in.

“So good, so good,” Hermione shrieked as he fucked her from behind, bent over the bed the the room had given them.

“Love your...fucking cock!” Ginny babbled as she bounced on him, her molten cunt undulating around his length.

“Harder, harder, harder!” Luna screamed as he fucked her up against a wall.

His jaw dropped as he remembered the long, long night of debauchery.

“I had sex,” he thought to himself, a wide grin forming on his face that lasted for about two seconds before he remembered just who he had sex with.

“I had sex with Ginny and Hermione,”he thought to himself. “Ron is going to kill me.”

His best mate wouldn’t care about Luna, who it turned out was so much fitter than he ever realized, but he would definitely care about Harry taking Ginny’s virginity in a wild foursome.  He hadn’t been himself either, he realized, and he immediately grew concerned about possibly having hurt any of them in the form he was in.  He had no idea why they had thought it was a good idea to do what they had done.

“Hermione,” he whispered, trying to wake her.  He would have shaken her awake, but both of his arms were being held by the girls on either side of him.  If the bushy-feeling hair on his chest was any indication, that was where his oldest female friend was sleeping.

“Hermione,” he said a little more loudly.

“Wha?” she mumbled, raising her head from his chest. “Ow!”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No, I…” she trailed off. “Are you okay?”

Before he could answer, she reached up to feel his face.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she cried, reaching up and kissing his cheek.  “It worked!”

“What’s going...oh Morgana’s cunt!” Ginny swore as she woke up and rolled over.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked.

“No,” Ginny groaned. “I feel like I got fucked by a bull all night long.”

“In a way, you did,” Luna piped up, having woken at some point while they were talking. “I’m sore too, but you have to admit it was worth it.  You were wonderful, Harry.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, not quite knowing what else to say. “I’m sorry, Ginny.”

“No, don’t apologize,” she replied. “Luna’s not wrong; it was amazing.”

“Found it!” Hermione exclaimed. “Lumos.”

Three identical gasps came from the girls in the room as light filled it.  Harry looked around and saw all three, each seemingly covered in dried cum, staring at him with their jaws dropped.

“What is it?” he asked.

As if in response to his question, the room shifted, gaining lights and a mirror across from the bed.  Hermione shook her head and muttered something about forgetting where they were.  Harry looked in the mirror, and his own jaw dropped as he stood up.

He was no longer a bullman, and his skin had gone back to its natural color, but not everything had gone back to normal.  He was huge, not Hagrid-sized or anything, but enormous all the same.  He had to be seven feet tall with a rippling, heavily muscular physique.  He was so busy gawking at his body that it took him a moment to realize that he could see clearly, despite his lack of glasses.  He looked down at his large hands, not even recognizing them.

“Oh, good,” Luna said. “Your penis seems to be the same size.  Now that you’ve ruined our vaginas for normal men, it would have been terrible if you didn’t keep the only cock in the castle capable of satisfying us, except for Hagrid, I suppose, or Firenze.”

“Luna, that’s not how sex works,” Hermione snapped, but Harry barely heard her because he was too busy staring at his cock in the mirror.  It appeared to be as large in its completely flaccid state as it used to be when it was hard.

“Are you saying you don’t want more of Harry’s bull penis?” Luna asked, “because I know that I do.  Do you want more of him, Ginny?”

The redhead’s face turned even redder than her hair, but she looked up at him. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again once I’m healed up.”

“Wonderful,” Luna said. “What about you, Hermione?”

“I...uh…,” Hermione stuttered. “Last night was incredible, but this is hardly the time to think about things like this.  We need to get you to Madam Pomfrey to make sure that there aren’t any lingering negative side effects of the Minotaur horn.”

“Minotaur horn?” Harry asked.

“Mmhmm,” Luna said. “You were dosed with quite a lot of the stuff, and it turned you into a virile, sexy bullman.  We fucked the lust out of you, though it seems like you spent enough time transformed that some of the effects became permanent.”

“That’s why we all did this,” Ginny said, quickly adding, “not that I wouldn’t have been willing before, but letting you shag us was the only way to undo the worst of the effects.”

“Once Hermione here realizes that I’m right about you spoiling us for other men, we’ll have to work out a schedule,” Luna said. “Or we can just have wild, crazy orgies all the time; that would be fun too.”

“You’ve yet to even ask him about this,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, right,” Luna said. “So how about it, Harry?  Do you want three wet and willing girls, addicted to your incredible cock and eager to fuck you whenever you want?”

Hermione groaned and buried her head in her hands, while Ginny blushed even harder at Luna’s words.  Harry took in the surreal scene, unsure what to even say.

“If we’re going to see Madam Pomfrey, we should probably shower,” he eventually said, trying to change the subject.

Hermione and Ginny looked around and seemed to notice for the first time just how filthy they all were.  Showers and soap immediately appeared, and the three girls limped over to the warm water to clean up.  Harry decided that he would get more of the full story later, once Madam Pomfrey had made sure that they were all okay.