Hogwarts Ledger Ch 3 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Summary: As Harry struggles with using his power on unknowing girls... he suddenly has a genius idea.

Chapter Three: Confessions

“Harry...” A sweet voice whispered in his ear, roused him from slumber gently.

His eyes opened naturally, rising from a deep, satisfying sleep without any sense of lingering drowsiness. He felt awake, alert, and fully refreshed.

...Hogwarts Students always wake fully rested in the morning...

It was the perfect way to wake up. Made all the better by the sight at his side.

...Harry’s roommates wake him up in the morning...

He woke to find Lavender Brown softly rubbing his chest, whispering gently in his ear.

“Good morning...” Her voice was soft and quiet, and very kind.

He barely had to turn his head to see her smiling at him.

...Gryffindor girls enjoy cuddling during sleep...

He saw her cuddling up to his side, resting her head on his shoulder. He nearly groaned as her warm, soft body pressed up against his. Particularly the two soft cushions pressed up against his side as she hugged him tight. Lavender’s boobs felt incredible.

She was smiling at him as if happy to be the one chosen to wake him up in the mornings. She didn’t mind as he stared at her for a bit, admiring her pretty face, bright blue eyes, and smiling lips.

She was always friendly and kind to him.

...Harry Potter has better roommates...

“Good morning, Lavender...” Harry greeted her back with a smile on his face. It was hard not to be chipper with a pretty face like Lavender’s waking him up in the morning. He quietly enjoyed the fleeting moments of her warm, soft curves pressed up against him.

Despite all his many changes, this was about the limit of physical contact he’d had with the girls... other than washing Hermione’s naked back in the shower. (Every time he was naked with her, he imagined sneaking in touch on her amazing bum or cute tits, but still hadn’t mustered up the courage)

“Hgnn..!” Lavander softly moaned as she slipped out of his arm and stretched her arms high.

Harry quietly stared. He watched the way her boobs moved as she lifted her arms high, the way her light blue shirt rode up to bear some skin... and how, from behind, he could see a little glimpse of white panties peeking out from her pajama pants.

 Lavender looked over to the side and quietly giggled at Harry, “I still haven’t woken them yet...” She whispered.

The girls took turns waking each other up. Today was Lavender’s turn.

Lavender glanced at him, then looked down at the girl snuggled up beside her, “Heheh~ she looks pretty cute when she sleeps, doesn’t she..? Like she doesn’t have a care in the world~”

Harry peered over to see Hermione with a gentle smile on her face. He couldn’t help but agree. Hermione usually looked borderline stressed, fussing about grades, or schedules, or what have you... but now she seemed so... relaxed. It was easy to notice how pretty she really was, even sleeping in her dorm without makeup.

“Hermione... it’s time to wake up... You’ll be late for class, hehe...”

“Mngh...” Hermione’s eyes blinked open slowly.

It was cute for a moment. The two young women’s eyes met, and they shared a bright, matching smile.

Hermione murmured, “Morning... Lav...” In a sleepy voice.

Then something amazing happened.

As Harry watched with rapt attention, Lavender started to lean down. She pushed Hermione’s perfect, smooth hair out of her face.

Then their faces drew closer and closer, as their lips slightly parted in anticipation.

Harry watched as their lips met.

The two young women slightly moaned as they shared a gentle, playful kiss. Their lips were softly pressed and met in soft little pecks before they started to develop into longer, more meaningful kisses.

Harry watched as their lips slowly started parting more and more, until Lavender giggled with excitement and threw her leg over Hermione’s body, straddling her. She cupped Hermione’s face as their kiss heated up, slowly tasting each other’s tongues. Hermione, now fully awake, started meeting her halfway, raising her head off the pillow as if to chase Lavender’s playful lips.

Harry watched this all with an excited, beating heart... and a stiff prick in his trousers.

...Gryffindor girls like to practice kissing with each other in their dorms...

Yes, this was another Rule. It wasn’t as if Hermione and Lavender had suddenly come out with feelings with each other, and were comfortable being so open in front of Harry. No, this was something that he had changed. He felt a little guilty, but that was easily pushed down or forgotten as he watched the two girls give each other their best attempt at kissing. And it was their best attempt, after all, this was practice.

“Mwuah...” The two finally broke apart with wet lips and red faces, looking into each other's eyes as they caught their breaths.

With the two girls so fixated on each other, and Lavender straddling Hermione, Harry thought they looked like a passionate lesbian couple... what he would imagine that looked like anyway.

But no, despite how energetically they’d played with each other’s tongues... this really was just practice. No greater feelings were involved.

“Heheh, you’re getting really good, Hermione!” Lavender giggled, licking her lips dramatically, “Who‘d have thought the shy little bookworm would be such a passionate kisser!”

“Oh, stop...” Hermione blushed, “I-I’m still trying to keep up with you... s-sometimes your tongue just makes me... uhm...”

“Heheh~” Lavender giggled and pecked Hermione on the lips.

When he first wrote this rule... this wasn’t at all how he imagined it. He imagined it like their little study sessions. A regular, dedicated time where the girls would use each other as ‘models’ to practice kissing. It would be all about feedback and improvement... and not very sexy.

Oh, how he was wrong.

Hermione suggested this little change. In her words, if they were going to practice kissing, then they should practice every aspect of it, right? Everything from little loving pecks to heated make-out sessions. That, of course, included some sweet good-morning kisses, too.

Harry couldn’t believe that Hermione’s perfectionist attitude applied to something like this... but it made it so much hotter!

After their wet lips finally broke apart, the two girls looked over at him.

Harry swallowed, looking at their lips. When he’d written that rule, he’d done so knowing what may happen. His rule about showering specified ‘girls’ and yet, since he lived in the girls’ dorm, they extended that rule for him too.

He knew the same might be the case for kissing too... but he did it anyway. The thought of his pretty roommates casually making out with each other for ‘practice’ was too hot to resist. Though... if he was being honest, the thought that they might ‘practice’ with him greatly influenced his choice.

He still hadn’t done much with them. Every time he raised his quill to the Ledger, there was that little nagging feeling in his mind that he was taking advantage of the girls or that he was doing this against their own wills... but if he wrote something a little ambiguous, and the girls decided that it applied to him too...

Well, that wasn’t his fault, was it?

He knew it was still wrong. But with a little twisted logic, it was easy to pretend that this was actually the girls’ decision. But the little temptations were getting harder to resist. If this Book of All Accounts could truly write anything within its pages... then what was stopping him from going so much further than kissing?

He could make the girls strut around naked. He could make the teachers kneel at his feet.

He could make Hermione, his own best friend, do anything...

Harry pushed those thoughts out of his mind, finally tearing his eyes from Hermione’s pink lips.

Despite his loose wording on the ‘practice kissing’ rule, the girls actually hadn’t brought it up with him. Over the last week since he’d introduced the rule, they’d been ‘hard at work’ trading fleeting little pecks as they passed each other in the dorm or lazing about the fireplace, lost in passionate French kisses. They probably spent more time kissing than they did studying now!

“Someone’s excited...”

A flirtatious, playful voice brought his attention back to the girls. Lavender was still lying atop Hermione, their faces close as they both stared at him.

He realised their gazes were lower.

Slightly embarrassed, he grabbed the bulge of his trousers, “Y-yeah... Sorry, but that was...” He wet his lips, feeling a strange sense of exhilaration as the next words came from his lips, “...really hot. The sight of you two pretty girls kissing like that is amazing...”

“Aw, thanks Harry.” Lavender giggled, “I thought you’d like it if we worked in a little tongue... No harm in putting on a little show, right, Hermione?”

“R-right...” Hermione said with a red face, “I-I don’t really mind if you watch, Harry. P-plus, it can be good to get a third person’s perspective... y-you know... make sure we aren’t making weird faces or anything...”

“Nothing like that..” Harry breathed, “It was amazing...”

“I bet~!” Lavender giggled again, waggling her eyebrows as she looked at Harry’s bulge.

“Why don’t you take care of that?” Lavender calmly suggested.

“...” Harry still couldn’t believe how casual she was about it. He swallowed and nodded, “Y-yeah... okay...”

“It’ll be hard to cover that up in the halls, right? No point embarrassing yourself. Go ahead Harry...” Lavender even offered him some encouragement.

Harry slightly blushed as he jerked down his sweatpants. He felt the gazes of both girls fall to his cock as it sprung out, ready and eager for attention. They both stared at it for a few moments, Lavender with a smile and Hermione with a blush.

Then Lavender smirked at him, “I see you’re ready to go... Maybe Hermione and I can give you a little... encouragement?”

Hermione’s face suddenly flushed bright red, “L-Lavender..! W-what do you mean?” She seemed aghast, as if scandalized Lavender would even suggest something sexual.

A crazy thought, considering Harry was already stroking his hard prick not two feet away from them. But his jacking off wasn’t unusual, even in front of the girls.

...Gryffindor Girls masturbate together before bed...

That rule had been in effect for weeks now, and Harry was included in it. He joined his three female dormmates for a mutual masturbation session every single night before bed. So to them, it wasn’t THAT strange if he needed to wank in the morning, especially with him waking up hard from morning wood every day.

But despite Hermione being totally cool with him beating his dick in front of her, the idea that Lavender would suggest going further, suddenly turned it into something sexual and wrong.

“P-Professor McGonagall firmly enforced that nothing untoward happens in these dorms!” Hermione sternly reminded her, “We may be getting along well now, Lavender... but I won’t betray the Professor’s trust!”

To Harry, that entire argument was laughable. Anything untoward? He’d walked in naked with her showering, and even washed her naked back! He’d jacked off to her jilling herself (Over her panties) every night for weeks! They’d long since passed ‘untoward’.

Yet to Hermione, the logic was flawless.

Lavender just laughed in her face, rolling her eyes, “Oh, relax. I’m not gonna tell you to jerk him off or flash your tits or anything... I’m just suggesting... we keep our little show going...”

“H-huh..?” Hermione, who was blushing like mad at Lavender’s crass words, suddenly swallowed, watching Lavender’s face draw in closer and closer.

“C’mon, Hermione...” She said in a playful purr, brushing Hermione’s hair behind her ear, “Let’s get in a little more practice...” Then she leaned down and stole Hermione’s lips again.

“Mmph?!” She softly whimpered, tensing up her body... but then slowly relaxed, closing her eyes and meeting Lavender’s lips back in a kiss as she realised the girl wasn’t pushing her further.

Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was watching his two hot roommates pressing their bodies together in a passionate kiss, all while he beat himself off to them. They were expecting him to masturbate to them.

It wouldn't take him long to cum with a show like this... but it made those incessant thoughts creep back into Harry’s mind.

How easy it would be... to make one of THEM jerk him off instead... To feel their soft hands around his prick... or their mouths... or their tits...

Or their...

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With a clearer head, Harry headed down to breakfast like normal. (Though his orgasm helped, his erection nearly came back in full force once Lavender realised she hadn’t woken Parvati yet, and another round of ‘good morning kisses’ began.)

Just thinking about it made him hard.

To make matters worse, Harry’s first class of the day was Transfiguration. Throughout the year, Harry had dreaded Transfiguration for many reasons. McGonagall’s strict instruction made him nervous about making mistakes. When he made mistakes, and she came down on him, Harry became the center of the class. Malfoy would jeer at him, and students would stare. It was like he was disappointing them, for not being the perfect, ‘Boy-who-lived’ like they imagined.

Now, that problem was fixed.

...Harry Potter is treated like a normal student...

That problem was fixed for a while now... but now there was something new.

“Class... Turn to page twenty-seven of A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration...” Minerva McGonagall said.

But it took several seconds for Harry to hear the words. He was too busy staring.

His Professor was sitting at the front of the class, on the edge of her desk. Right in front of him, in fact, as she had seated him in the front row.

But she was nothing like she was weeks ago.

Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor, looked stunning. At 36, a whole 30 years shaved off her life by the powers of the Book of All Accounts, she was gorgeous.

Her rich black hair was drawn back into a neat bun, held together by her wand. Her stunning yellow cat eyes peered down some stylish spectacles at the textbook held in one hand.

But Harry wasn’t looking at that. He was too busy staring at the way her tight fitting corset under her loose green robe pushed up a heavenly window of pearly white cleavage that had him drooling. Her long, womanly legs were crossed one knee over the other, showing themselves off in her transparent stockings. The small skirt she was wearing rode up enough to show him plenty of her thick, sexy thighs.

As she adjusted herself, changing one leg to cross over the other, Harry was flashed with a clear view up her skirt, where he saw a dark triangle he could only imagine was lingerie.

Needless to say, it was hard to focus in class.

He had to tear his eyes away from her tits and focus on the lesson. Once again, he felt himself painfully hard in his trousers... but this time, he only had himself to blame. It was his choice to make his Professor into this hot, sex fantasy of a teacher. (Though the sex-fantasy part wasn’t really his intention.)

And... he’d definitely made things harder for himself.

Minerva adjusted herself again, teasing him to glance up as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, flashing him a look up her skirt for the umpteenth time.

“Mr. Potter..!” Her slightly stern tone called to him.

His eyes flicked up in a panic, and for a second, he thought for sure she caught him staring! But no, she was merely raising an eyebrow at him.

“Would you demonstrate the Transfiguration please?”

Harry swallowed and ducked his eyes away from hers, worried she’d seen right through him. He steadied his wand and said the incantation, “Avifors!” And like magic, his teacup turned into a bird and fluttered around the room.

“Excellent!”

It was hardly surprising. Despite all the... ‘fun’ he’d been up to in the dorms, he actually did spend quite a lot of time studying with the girls. Hermione had him mastering this spell weeks ago, far before he’d ever need it in lessons.

Minerva suddenly hopped off the desk and wandered over. His teacup-bird flew down and landed on his desk, sticking its head up as if waiting to be inspected.

Minerva bent forward to look.

Harry’s face flushed red, as he was suddenly eye-to-eye with the deepest, broadest valley of cleavage he’d ever seen. His brain was short-circuited, overloaded by boobs, as Minerva hummed and inspected his bird for imperfections.

“Seems flawless. Impressive work, Mr Potter.” Minerva said, maybe looking at him, but he couldn’t tell.

Then she turned her head away from him, and strutted back to her desk. Harry’s eyes naturally fell to her backside, and suddenly, Minerva felt the need to lean deep across her desk to reach for something.

Harry watched with wide eyes as Minerva’s robe seemingly got caught on nothing, pulling itself to the side to reveal her round backside to the class. Her voluptuous ass was hugged by a tight skirt. The skirt slowly slid upward as she bent forward, peeking up just high enough for Harry to get a look.

Yes. Minerva was indeed wearing black lace lingerie.

...ProfessorMcGonagall occasionally flashes Harry Potter during class...

He couldn’t help himself. He wrote that in a bout of mischievousness, thinking to get back at his Professor for a particularly droll lesson on Transfiguration... but he never expected it to get this extreme. Now it was hard to focus, with his eyes glued to his Professor at all times, waiting for a peek at her tits or up her skirt.

He quickly glanced to either side with a worried expression... then sighed in relief.

Malfoy was sniggering with Crabbe and Goyle, Ron was passed out and drooling on his textbook, while Neivelle was frowning and jabbing his wand at his teacup.

Some of the girls were giggling and pointing, some with scandalized blushes and some with excited chatters. None of the boys seemed to notice at all... but the girls saw.

The first day he wrote that rule... he immediately felt compelled to add an addendum.

...When no male, other than H.J.P. is looking...

He felt a little selfish and didn’t want other men perving on McGonagall. He knew he could’ve just stricken out the rule entirely... but couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was fun and exciting... and certainly spiced up his Transfiguration lessons. It was a shame his other teachers weren’t hot, or female...

But there was one little problem he didn’t foresee with this ‘fun’ little rule... He underestimated his use of the word ‘Occasionally’ and overestimated how often the boys paid attention in Transfiguration class.

The result was almost tormenting. Every class was a full, hour-thirty-minute lecture with Minerva flaunting Harry her buxom cleavage, bending over to show her full, womanly ass, or teasing him with glimpses of her thighs and legs.

Again, this leaves Harry with quite the problem, stiff in his trousers.

With all the teasing he endured, the girls strutting around the dorm in their knickers, showering together, complimenting each other’s bodies, and now kissing in front of him, Harry felt like he was ALWAYS hard.

He wanted more. He imagined what it must feel like if the girls were the ones beating him off. Or if they took his prick into their mouths.

But it wasn’t just getting himself off that Harry was concerned about. He wanted more of them. He wanted to kiss them, he wanted to hold them... he wanted to love them. What he wanted was a girlfriend.

That was what he realised. If he had a girlfriend, then he didn’t really need to use the book to satisfy his sexual desires, right? Harry hadn’t really considered it before because of his rock-bottom self-esteem. He couldn’t imagine girls actually wanting a romantic relationship with him.

...Harry Potter is treated as a normal student...

But now... After a few weeks of close interaction with some female friends and no longer having to suffer odd stares and whispers from his peers... Harry’s self-confidence was soaring.

That was when he suddenly had a genius idea.

He was so hung up about using the book because he didn’t want to take advantage of the girls, but that was under the assumption that they didn’t want to do anything like that with him in the first place.

But what if he could find a girl who actually liked him? Who WANTED to do those things with him?

It sounds silly. Obviously, he’d always wanted to find a girl like that. But how would he have gone about it? Ask them face-to-face? Harry would’ve NEVER been able to do that.

But with the Book of All Accounts... Harry had a genius idea.

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Harry waited until the weekend.

He figured that best, so that all the students would be out of class. After breakfast, he parted ways with Hermione, Lavender and Parvati, giving some excuse to sneak off on his own. He found an empty corridor on the third floor, peeked his head into a classroom he’d never seen before and slipped inside.

Then he sat himself down on the desk and cracked open the book.

...Female students...

He thought carefully for a second, before continuing.

...Female students who have a romantic interest in Harry Potter will come to the first abandoned classroom on the third floor to confess to him...

As soon as he finished writing, Harry began to regret it. He suddenly got very nervous, worrying if anyone would actually come... and if they did, what would he say? It was only his newfound self-confidence that kept him from running.

But he tried his best to calm down and wait... and when that failed, he scratched one last pitiful rule.

...Harry Potter does not get nervous in the first abandoned classroom on the third floor...

He instantly let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling his nerves quite literally disappear! With all those pointless worries gone from his mind, Harry found it so much easier to think and plan out what he would say.

With his anxiety gone, Harry actually started to feel pretty excited. Who would it be? His mind raced with all the possibilities. He thought of all the pretty Witches he knew. He wondered if any of them would be the one to show up today.

Sooner than he expected... there was a knock at the door.

“H-hi...”

Harry was truly surprised. The beautiful face peeking through the door, and slowly slipping inside... was no one he knew.

She was blonde, with brilliant blue eyes, her hair braided into one long rope pulled over her left shoulder. Her fingers fussed with it nervously as she slowly approached him in the room.

She was very pretty. With her neat blonde hair, and robes of blue and silver, she looked smart as well. A Ravenclaw girl.

“O-Oh... H-hi...” He said back, suddenly very confused.

“S-so...” She began awkwardly, looking at him with a cute smile on her face, “Y-you probably don’t know me... I-I’m a fourth year, you see...”

Harry thought she was very pretty, even as she struggled to find the words. He couldn’t help but stare in silent disbelief that a girl like this, an older woman no less, was the one who showed up.

“M-my name is Penelope Clearwater...” She said as she fussed with her braid, “And I uhm...”

Harry’s breath hitched in his throat. Was she really going to..?

“M-my parents read me picture books when I was a kid... about the... the boy who lived...” She blushed, “I-It’s silly, I know, but I loved them. I thought it was wonderful when they told me the stories were true... and that he... er... you were real...”

Harry’s brow twitched, and he opened his mouth, a rejection rising from his lips.

But she suddenly held a hand, and her hot blush made him stop short, “I know, I know! They’re just fantasy..! B-but when I was a kid... well, they were real to me. A-and ever since September... when I first saw you during the Sorting Ceremony... well... I thought you were cute...”

Harry’s cheeks flushed instantly.

“A-anyway!” She suddenly blurted out, trying to cover her own embarrassment, “I’m sorry, this is the first time I’ve done this kind of thing..! I-I just wanted to ask you... if maybe... you’d like to go to Hogsmeade next weekend..? W-with me, I mean!”

“U-uhm...” Harry suddenly found himself at a loss for words. This whole thing went nothing like he imagined.

At the very least, he figured it would be a familiar face. And while it may be awkward at first, he’d know enough about the girl to make some sort of conversation. Instead, he’d been caught off-guard by a girl he didn’t even recognize, who asked him on a date before he even got two words in.

She seemed to realise his predicament and raised her hands again, “Y-you don’t have to answer right now..! Just think about it over the week, okay?”

Harry cleared his throat, finding his words again, “Okay... sure! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, but... I’m surprised. I’ll think about it... I promise.”

Her face lit up with a pretty smile that made Harry’s cheeks burn. She seemed thrilled and quickly reached into her schoolbag. Then Harry watched as she pulled out a piece of parchment and quill and jotted something down quickly.

“H-here..! S-so you won’t forget!”

She pushed it into his hands. He glanced at it, seeing her name written down, as well as their proposed date for Hogsmeade weekend.

He seemed confused, “Forget? How could I forget..?”

As he raised his eyes to look back at her, Harry was further confused by the strange smile she gave him. She softly giggled, leaned in, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

He blushed as she quickly drew away, “I’ll see you soon, Harry...”

“W-wait..!” He blurted out in his confusion as she suddenly made for the door. But his words didn’t stop her. She threw open the door and disappeared behind it.

Harry chased after her.

“H-hold on, Penelope..! What-”

As he opened the door, Harry’s voice croaked.

Penelope smiled at another taller, unfamiliar woman and patted her on the shoulder, “It was easier than I thought..! Good luck!”

Harry stared outside the classroom. A large group of girls stared back at him. Wearing robes of every colour, there were girls from all years and houses. They were all lined up as if waiting for class... but they were lined up outside the first abandoned classroom on the third floor.

As his wide eyes roamed over them, some of them blushed or squealed. All of them began giving him little smiles or waves. It was like they were vying for his attention.

Harry swallowed, “W-what... what’s going on..?”

“H-hey, Harry...” The girl at the front of the line greeted him just as Penelope walked away. She was a fair-skinned young woman he recognized... the seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team. She smiled at him nervously, “C-can I come in..? I-I need to tell you something..!”

“S-sure...” He quickly let her inside, glancing away from the next girl in line, who was trying to get his attention with a flirty smile and wave.

...

As Harry pulled her inside, he tried to wrap his head around what he had just seen. All those girls couldn’t possibly be there for him, right? But they were all lined up right outside the door!

“H-hey...”

“What are all those girls doing outside?” Harry blurted out a question.

“Y-you don’t know?” She seemed confused, “I thought Penelope was supposed to... W-well... The latest issue of Witches Weekly claimed that you were looking for a girlfriend... which caused a bit of a fight between a few girls in my house... and other houses too, I heard. They were trying to get ahead!”

“Anyway, we worked out a system. To give every girl a fair chance, we decided to all come here and confess our feelings together... so that way no one got left out.”

“All of you..?” Harry said incredulously.

She softly blushed, ducking her eyes and fiddling with her hair, “Y-yeah...”

“But you don’t even know me!”

“I’d like to!” She retorted quickly, then flushed when he met her gaze.

“Why?”

“W-well...” She opened her mouth, then closed it again, “I uhm...” She seemed to have trouble finding her words, now that she was right in front of him.

After a few seconds of speechlessness, Harry pitied her. He quickly glanced down to the desk at his side and jotted something in the Ledger.

...Female Students speak honestly and without hesitation while in the first abandoned classroom on the third floor...

“You see...” She began again, with a straightened back and a gaze matching his, “I was interested in you right from the start... But then, when we flew together in the first Hufflepuff-Gryffindor game, you captivated me. I’ve been a seeker for four years... but all I could do was chase you.”

Harry felt a little feeling rising in his chest as he met her gaze. Unlike Penelope, whose crush seemed rather baseless to him, this young lady claimed to fall for his apparent talent at flying.

“You caught the Snitch before I even spotted it... it was incredible!”

Harry watched her expression change. There was a real, bashful charm in her pretty eyes. Her cheeks turned rosy as she spoke. While she said that all, seemingly full of confidence, it was clear that it had still horribly embarrassed her.

After hearing her full confession, Harry noted down her name and House, and she left him with a hopeful smile.

...

The next few girls shared similar stories. Some were charmed by the mystique of ‘the-boy-who-lived’, while others claimed to think he was cute or smart or good at Quidditch. Despite the fact that he’d only been flying for a few months at this point.

Harry was in disbelief at how MUCH these girls seemed to like him. He couldn’t believe it... but the Rules he’d set MADE them be honest with him, didn’t they? So they were serious.

That made him wonder... just how far were they willing to go?

...Female Students will never be offended by Harry Potter’s questions and take them seriously while in the first abandoned classroom on the third floor...

Harry swallowed as he scratched that last line in the Ledger... and raised his eyes to the pretty young woman sitting in front of him. She had nut-brown hair and a charming smile. Her face was pretty, if a little plain. But what really caught his eye was a bit lower than her face. He had to stop himself from looking.

“You said your name was Emma, right..?”

“Yes!” The girl smiles brightly at him, leaning forward with rapt attention.

Harry swallowed again. Despite his lack of nerves, the next words hung in the back of his throat. He wondered for a moment if he should really be doing this... but then opened his mouth anyway, “You really seem to like me...”

“Yes! I’m sorry if it makes me seem a little desperate... but there are so many girls to compete with!”

“Right...” Harry said, “Well, I’m a little curious how much you really like me. Would you mind if I asked you a few testing questions?”

“Not at all!” She beamed a smile that said, ‘My love will pass any test’.

“If I asked you...” Harry began slowly. It was only due to his current lack of nerves that his next words came so freely, “...to kiss me... would you?”

“Yes!” She jumped a bit in her seat, as if eager to seize the opportunity, “Do you want to?”

“H-hold on..!” He said quickly as she started to get up, “Maybe later... I’ve still got questions to ask.”

“Oh...” She pouted a little bit, but quickly put her smile back on her face, “Go ahead then! Ask me anything!”

“Do you have any experience... with men..?”

The girl blushed bright red, “O-oh..! N-no..!” She cleared her throat and straightened her back, “No, Harry. I was raised by a pure-blooded wizarding family. It’s common tradition to remain pure until marriage... or until I find the right guy...” She muttered breathlessly, looking right into his eyes.

Harry failed to hide a grin. It was that easy for her to admit she’d never had a man before. Despite being quite stunning and older than himself. Because of one little Rule he’d written in the Ledger, she wasn’t offended by his intrusive question.

He couldn’t help but ask another.

“I see... and what’s your bra size?”

“Oh, uhm... Double D’s~!” She said with a little smile, looking down at her sizable chest.

Harry’d sometimes heard some crass talk from the boys in his years... about a certain trait of Hufflepuff girls... Looking at the swelling tits of the slim but tall Hufflepuff, he couldn’t refute it.

He couldn’t resist having a bit of fun.

“And... do you masturbate?” Harry asked, getting carried away in his excitement.

“Yes.” She said with a smile. She seemed genuinely happy that Harry was asking all these intrusive questions. She was giddy that he was showing such interest in her.

“How often?”

“Uhm... It really depends... I guess about twice a week?”

As she said that, her cheeks hued with a rosy blush. She gasped and fanned her face, “Oh gosh, I’m so embarrassed. You must think I’m a dirty girl...”

“Not at all...” Harry shook his head, grinning at her. The girls in his dorm masturbated every night before bed! He shrugged and gave her a careless smile, “It’s healthy, right?”

“Y-yeah..!” She quickly agreed, nodding her head, “S-sometimes I... N-nevermind!” She suddenly whipped her gaze away and bit her own tongue, clamming up in front of him.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, forcing her to answer honestly, due to the Rule. 

“W-well... I hope you don’t think this is too weird but usually... I... think about you...” She said in a quiet voice, blushing brightly as she met his eyes with a bashful smile.

“..!” Harry was speechless.

He couldn’t believe this beautiful older was ‘Puff so enamored with him. Bashful and embarrassed as she just admitted to masturbating to the thought of him.

It made him really excited.

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Harry spent the next few hours in the abandoned classroom on the third floor.

All in all he spoke to over two dozen different girls who had crushes or some kind of apparent interest in him. He was invited on dates and, to his utter surprise, given all sorts of gifts. Everything from Honeydukes sweets to fashionable accessories.

He had a big pile of notes, jotted down with the names, years, and houses of every girl that had spoken to him thus far... as well as some bust sizes, masturbation schedules, and secret kinks of some of the prettier witches.

He was wondering how the hell he was going to respond to it all. It’s not like he could date every Witch in the castle...

Part of him was conflicted. The part of his mind that clung to the idea that he was still doing this to ‘find a girlfriend’. Almost all the girls mentioned his fame and ‘heroics’ as ‘the-boy-who-lived’. He didn’t feel very deserving of that kind of attention. But as pretty girls came in one after another calling him ‘cute’ or ‘handsome’ or ‘charming’, he had to admit that kind of attention felt good.

He originally came up with this idea to find a good partner. Someone who liked him and with whom he would feel more comfortable using the Ledger.

But with SO many girls showing up... it’s not like it would be easy to choose!

And there was still that little piece of him nagging at the back of his mind, whispering, ‘Why choose just one? With the Ledger, it wouldn’t matter how many girls there were...’

Harry pushed those thoughts out of his mind. The idea of ONE girlfriend was intimidating. There was no way he was going to suddenly date the entire female half of the school.

...But it did leave ideas lingering in his mind. From the questions he asked, many of the girls were completely fine with a lot of what he had proposed. Dating? All of them. Kissing? Most of them. Further things..? An amount that shocked him.

Harry reasoned it was a fear of being left behind. That they were suddenly okay with all sorts of things if it meant that Harry would date them rather than one of the dozens of other Witches in that line. That was why he didn’t actually take any ‘offers’... no matter how tempting.

But it did leave some bad ideas lingering in his head.

While Harry was wondering about those sorts of things... he heard a knock on the door.

He raised his eyes from the Ledger, confused. By now, all the young ladies had left. He’d used the Maurader’s map to make sure none were left standing outside the door... but now someone was knocking. Was there really more?

Before he could even rise from his seat to open it, or pull the Map back out to check and see... the door cracked open.

And Hermione Granger walked in.

“..!” Harry’s eyes shot open, as he jolted to his feet, “Hermione!”

She blushed with a pretty red hue. Straightening her back, she walked in confidently, “Hi, Harry. I think it's time I talked to you.”

“What about?” Harry said slowly, watching her. He knew he'd feel nervous with Hermione here if not for the Rule cast on the classroom. His mind raced. Was she really here for the same thing as the other girls..?

“I think you know.” Hermione huffed, giving him a familiar annoyed look—but this time, it felt toothless. Her eyes were kind, with her blush dusting her cheeks. “You’ve just heard it better from thirty-two Witches before me.”

“W-what?” Harry gasped. Her statement dropped like a bombshell on his head. He realised she really was here for the same thing. To ‘confess’ as per the Rule.

But he first questioned the rest of the statement, "Thirty-two? You were counting? More importantly, you knew what they were doing here?”

“Of course.” Hermione said with a look, “Who do you think organized all this?”

Harry’s mouth fell open limply.

“Then... you too..?” He asked with a weak voice.

Hermione huffed, “I’m not very good at this... I’ve never done this kind of thing before, so I’ll just come out and say it plainly!” She stood up tall and looked into his eyes, “The truth is... I’ve been interested in you ever since you rescued me from that troll on Halloween.”

“What?” Harry said shortly, voice full of disbelief. Contrary to his expectations, that was BEFORE all this began.

“It can’t be THAT surprising.” Hermione said, “You saved my life! And I was genuinely terrified. I couldn’t believe you came rushing in to save me... despite how little we’d spoken before...”

“And ever since... Well, you moved into our dorm, and McGonagall began telling us of all these new Rules...” Hermione continued, “That interest only grew... until it was something I couldn’t deny anymore.”

“Really..?”

Hermione was wearing a pretty but bashful look as she cleared her throat, “Yes...“

He wet his lips, “And you would let me kiss you..?”

She rolled her eyes, ”Of course, silly! I was just waiting for you to join in with us girls. You’re a member of our dorm, too! I’ve gotten quite good at kissing, I think. I’ll be happy to show you what I’ve learned.”

“..!” Harry couldn’t believe his ears.

“Well, I bet hearing it from a few dozen girls is overwhelming enough. I don’t expect an answer right now... not after all THAT. I’ll leave it be for now.” Hermione said as she turned away from him.

As Hermione left Harry to stew in his own thoughts, she gave him a little smile over her shoulder, “Oh, and I’ll send in the next girl.”

“What?” Harry looked up.

“You have the Map don’t you?” Hermione said, giving him a mysterious smile.

Harry quickly pulled it out and muttered the catchphrase.

He saw two names in the corridor right outside the classroom door.

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.

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...For the rest of the day, Harry Potter does not feel nervous...

He took the easy way out. But after feeling calm in such a crazy situation in that abandoned classroom, Harry wanted to cling to that feeling of fearlessness for just a little longer.

At least for his first time.

The walk back to the dorms was nerve-racking enough. But when Harry entered the Dorm’s Common Room and Hermione started up the stairs, looking over her shoulder with a simple, “You coming up?” Harry gave in. He jotted down that little exception for himself to make the rest of the evening go smoothly.

Then... he ascended the staircase. Free of nerves and very excited for what would come next.

...

“Maybe we should draw lots? Heheh~!”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, c’mon, won’t it be fun? What do you say, Parvati?”

“Oh, well... I don’t mind drawing lots...”

“This is rather silly, you know...”

Harry watched quietly as his three dormmates figured out a way to draw amongst themselves.

The winner? Would be his first kiss.

Lavender thought it was special and wanted to be the one to kiss him first. And while Harry was totally fine with that idea, Hermione argued that they should all have a fair chance if it was special.

“Yay~!” Lavender cheered as she won, smirking victoriously at the other two pouting girls.

While Hermione didn’t seem too enthused about drawing lots, she seemed rather irritated that she’d lost. Parvati too, seemed down.

“Oh, put those pouts away.” Lavender rolled her eyes, “Nothing stopping you from practicing with him when I’m done! It’d be good for him to test all three of us anyway, to see how good we’ve gotten at kissing! Oh, he can even tell us who is best!”

Harry gulped as the three girls suddenly looked at him together. Lavender with a big, excited grin.

“Alright, Harry... are you ready?”

“Yeah... how do you want to...” Harry shut his gob as Lavender prowled up on him. She giggled with giddiness as she climbed up on his lap, straddling his lap and bringing their faces in close.

Harry’s blood ran hot. With a pretty young lady as attractive as Lavender climbing up on his lap like she was his girlfriend, there was no way he wouldn’t be aroused. But something about it, feeling her body heat, her sweet smell, her buxom breasts pressing against his chest... it was somehow just as exciting as seeing her in the shower, soaping up Parvati’s naked skin, or waking up Hermione with a tongue-kiss.

The fact that Lavender was bottomless made it all the more arousing. The ‘No skirts in the Dorm’ rule was still in effect, so Lavender straddled his waist in nothing but a pair of black cotton panties.

“Let me do all the work... I want to show you how good I am now...” Lavender whispered hotly.

“Okay...”

Then she leaned in.

Harry felt her soft, supple lips slowly meet his in a gentle first kiss. She was sweet and tender at the start, pecking at his lips. Letting them come together in a slow natural kiss.

Harry felt his prick hard as a rock, pressing against Lavender on his lap. Just the tender feeling of her soft lips on his, while her warmth pressed against him, felt amazing.

She giggled like an angel, grabbing his hands and placing them on the small of her waist, “Your hands go here... now relax...” she whispered as they started to kiss again. Mmmph...”

Harry was immersed in this sweet feeling. So much so that he seemed to forget that it was Lavender he was kissing. Not Hermione or Parvati. So he was taken by surprise as the kiss quickly started to heat up, Lavender softly moaning and grinding her body against him. Her lips started to part, and he felt her warm tongue teasing his lips.

As he opened his own, her tongue slipped inside, giving Harry the first taste he’d had of Lavender as their tongues met for the first time. She moaned hotter, grinding faster as she started toying with his tongue, urging him into a deeper, more passionate kiss.

“Oh wow...” Parvati breathed from the side, sitting sideways on the bed as she played with the edge of her shirt, tugging it down like she was trying to hide her skirtless bottoms. She watched with wide eyes as the two started smacking lips like lovers.

“She’s getting carried away.” Hermione huffed, crossing one slender leg over the other.

Harry and Lavender panted for breath as their wet lips finally parted. They stared red-faced at each other for several moments, catching their breaths.

“Pretty good... right?” Lavender grinned brightly.

“Yeah... it was incredible...” Harry breathed.

Lavender softly bit her lip, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Then she glanced at the girls, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I can tell... you enjoyed it...”

Harry suddenly groaned as he felt Lavender shift her weight, grinding herself up against the bulge in his trousers.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Hermione suddenly said, breaking them off.

Hermione pulled her off him as Lavender gave her the stink-eye, “Hey! I wasn’t done!”

“You are for now! You only won his FIRST kiss, after all! Not second, nor third! And I think Harry and I will take our shower first tonight!”

Lavender stuck out her tongue, and Parvati seemed disappointed as Hermione hauled him off to the shower.

Harry let her pull him away, feeling very good.

...

Psssssssh~!

Under the hot shower’s spray, Harry, for once, didn’t feel any shame about his stiff prick.

“I guess you really DID enjoy that, huh? I bet it was nice... getting to kiss a pretty girl like Lavender...” Hermione said in a low voice, soaping up her own breasts as she glanced down at his cock.

Harry moved around behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Yeah... She’s sexy... just like you...”

Hermione softly smiled, peeking over her shoulder, “Thanks, Harry...”

...Female Students accept Harry Potter’s compliments...

This Rule helped him yet again. Hermione didn’t seem put off about him calling her ‘sexy’ in the shower... but now he was thinking... if he HADN’T made that rule... would she be put off? Or would she be flattered?

He didn’t care to think on that much. He had other things on his mind. Namely, Hermione’s soft, pink lips.

“I’m looking forward to it...” He said to her with a grin on his face, “Kissing pretty girls like you and Lavender and Parvati... I’ll be getting loads of practice in...”

“Yeah...” Hermione said, and as he reached up to touch her face, he saw the way she quickly wet her lips.

As he leaned down, she leaned up, standing on the tips of her toes to meet him halfway in their first kiss.

Harry moaned at the feeling of Hermione’s surprisingly eager lips meeting his. He wrapped his arms around her naked waist, hugging her tight and groaning at the way his erect cock slipped into the crack of her round bum.

“Hermione... could you give me... a hand..?” Harry asked boldly. He took this chance, knowing that even if it failed, the worst was to occur; he could fix any damage to his relationship with Hermione using the Ledger.

Hermione looked at him with wide eyes, “Y-you mean..?”

“Yeah... I mean... it’s not much different from what we usually do... We masturbate together every night... it’ll just be your hand instead of mine...”

“T-that’s...” Hermione seemed for a minute like she would argue with his logic... then ducked her eyes, “O-okay, Harry... Just... don’t tell McGonagall, okay?”

Then Harry felt a trepidatious set of slender fingers wrap around his cock. He groaned as Hermione started gently pumping his length.

Harry hissed, “Fuck, that feels amazing...” The feeling of someone else's hand on his prick was even better than he could’ve imagined. It was made all the more pleasurable by the fact that he was naked in the shower with Hermione.

“Does it..?” Hermione whispered back, a little excitement seeping into her tone, “That’s good... I’ll go a little faster then...”

Harry softly cupped her cheeks, leaning down to take Hermione’s lips once again as she slowly sped up her hands, stroking his wet shaft under the shower’s spray. He kissed her back with rising fervor, hoping to coax her into the same hot, passionate kiss that Lavender had given him minutes before.

Hermione was eager to respond, kissing him faster as she stroked his cock at a steady tempo.

Finally, Harry grunted into Hermione’s mouth, and she gasped as she felt his hot ropes of seed splatter against her naked belly.

“That was amazing...” Harry said, staring at her pretty face framed by tresses of wet hair.

“Yeah...”

...

After they’d gotten dried off and climbed into bed, Harry enjoyed ‘Practising’ with Hermione while Lavender and Parvati were in the shower. They spent the whole time tangled up on the bed, heatedly making out.

Until the other two girls came back...

“Wait, so you jerked him off in the shower?!” It took about three minutes for Lavender to weasel out the truth.

“Ssssh!” Hermione hissed with a red face, “W-what if McGonagall hears you?!”

“How would she?” Lavender snorted, “More importantly, no fair! We drew lots for Harry’s first kiss, and then you jumped ahead and jacked him off without even telling us! What the hell, Hermione?!”

“It was Harry’s idea!” Hermione blustered in her defense, “And what’s it matter to you, anyway?”

Lavender smirked, “It doesn’t really... Honestly, I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you Hermione! But now that you’ve broken the ice and done something ‘Improper’...”

Lavender looked at Harry, licking her lips.

...

“Hgn..!” Harry groaned quietly.

He was lying down in their big soft bed, with a beautiful witch on either side.

“It’s bigger than I thought...” Lavender commented casually, “Guess you just can’t tell ‘till you get your hands on it!”

“It’s hot...” Parvati whispered in his ear, “Does this feel good, Harry?”

“Yeah... keep going...” Harry muttered in his arousal.

Parvati and Lavender double-teamed him, sandwiching him between their soft bodies as they each grabbed his cock and took turns slowly jerking him.

While Lavender had his prick in her hands, Parvati cupped his cheeks, turned his head toward her, and gave him a big, wet kiss.

Lavender and Hermione both watched them kiss with soft blushes. Both Witches had a hand down their knickers, jilling themselves to the sight of the hot kiss.

Their little session wouldn’t stop until all four of them had reached their climax for the night.

And for the first time... Harry didn’t use his own hands.

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End of Chapter

A/N: That last vote was pretty close, huh? ‘Escalate things’ won by a single vote, so that’s what we’re doing. I considered doing a re-vote with expansions of my ideas, but I didn’t think I had the time, unfortunately.

Despite the theme of this chapter, I don’t really plan on going into hard romance in this story. Romance and Free Use don’t really mix well, in my opinion. We kind of strayed away from it this chapter, but we’ll swing back into more Free Use stuff going forward.

For the next vote!

I’ve got the next Chapter pretty locked in already, so this vote will be planning ahead (Probably one or two chapters after the next. We’ll see.) An important question, who should get Harry’s V-Card?

Here are your options! First, we’ll pick a category, and then in the next chapter, we’ll pick the lucky lady.

• One of the Female Professors (Minerva, Aurora Sinistra, or Bathsheda Babbling)

  • Harry decides that it would be easier to justify going for an older woman.

• One of the Older Students (Penelope Clearwater, Angelina Johnson, or Nymphadora Tonks)

  • Harry gets taken by the appeal by one of the older Witches.

• Dormmates! (Hermione, Lavender, Parvati; Draw lots again? lol)