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The rest of the month of September passed fairly uneventfully. The most exciting thing (other than discovering that it wasn’t just humans who had been genderswapped from the books and she was in heat) was during the first flying lesson when I had to catch a kid who’d lost control of his broom and then discovered that I could fly… sort of. It was less flying and more running on platforms of magic that I formed just before my paw “landed”. So I made a game of running after Harriet while she tried to lose me. I don’t think the beak-nosed flying professor approved of our game, because she kept shouting.

It was only hours after the flying lesson was over that I realized I’d kinda…killed Harriet showing off innate flying skill and therefore becoming a Seeker in First Year. Meh, probably for the best, Oliver Wood was insane, and he’d drag Harriet away at odd hours and rob me of my best ear and belly scratcher. Besides, without Harriet being a Seeker, she wouldn’t have the murder attempt by whatshisfaceless later this year, or the rogue bludger next year, or the dementors the following year… huh, Quidditch was really dangerous, I don’t think I like the thought of Harriet playing at all anymore.

That settles it! No insane broom sports for my bespeckled waifu! She will do the sensible thing and stay on the ground with me, where she can reach all my hard to reach spots and I can smother her with licks, snuggles, and soon enough a good healthy amount of knotting! Speaking of which, I really need to work on corrupting training the other girls in Harriet’s dorm so I could get those young and virgin girls and mold them into the shape of my knot… wow that sounds a lot creepier than I thought it would. Eh, who cares, it’s hot and kinky.

Still, as September came to a close, I had a surprise. The last Saturday, so no class, Harriet (along with a rolled up blanket) led me out onto the fields outside the castle after breakfast, but there was something odd about her scent that day. If I had to describe it to a human, I’d say that she smelled determined, like she’d made a decision and come hell or high water she was going to see it through. Also a large amount of horny frustratedness (is that a word? I think it is). Ah, right, because of the dorm thing we hadn’t been able to have some “alone time” since coming to Hogwarts and, unlike me, Harriet hadn’t found an eager and willing bitch to breed and take off the edge. I’d been neglecting my little Harriet, well I’d have to fix that! From here on out, I was not going to let her go a month without regular and frequent orgasms again! Forget a month, not a week would pass without her cumming buckets because of me! To hell with a week! I’d…

“I think this is far enough,” Harriet muttered to herself as we came to a stop in a small glenn just inside the tree line, but not into the forest proper. Also completely derailing my prior train of thought.

I let my tongue dangle out of my mouth as I sat down, giving Harriet a dog-smile as she laid the blanket on the ground. My dick started to swell out of its sheath as she took a deep breath and slipped her panties off from under her checker patterned, pleated skirt. I expected her to lay on her back so that I could start licking her (always a delightful way to spend time), but instead (this was the surprise I mentioned above) she got on her hands and knees before flipping her skirt up over her tight, cute little butt.

“I’m not stupid Pad, I know you’re smarter than any dog. I know we’ve been leading to this, Pad. Go ahead, be my first, take my virginity, use me like I’m your bitch,” Harriet said, her voice thick with need, lust, and a touch of nervousness. When she put it like that, how could I refuse? But first, I needed to make sure everything was good and wet first. I know I repeated myself, but there was delicious looking loli pussy being presented, my brain no want make words.

Stepping up to her, and lightly nudging her hips so she was in a more comfortable position, I started licking her lower lips, tasting the fluids that she was already leaking and tasted like nothing less than CHARGE/MATE. Her puffy mound spread open for my tongue, the flavors bursting as I dug as deep into her as the muscle could reach, probing her depths and all but fucking her before we got to the main event.

Harriet, for her part, was doing her best to keep quiet. Her hands were grabbing fistfulls of blanket and she had part of it clenched between her teeth, stifling the moans and other, lustful noises that I was drawing out of her. Soon enough, her body went ramrod stiff and her pussy clamped down on my tongue as she came, a gush of girlcum flooding from within her passage to soak my muzzle and jowls, her pussy so tight it began to hurt. Finally, her body began to relax, muscles loosening and allowing me my tongue back.

The first thing I did was lap up her juices that had splashed on my mouth. What? She was tasty. Then, I got her cleaned up, sparking more moans from her as I stimulated her post-orgasm sensitive pussy, causing her arms to give out and making her front collapse onto the blanket. Ah, face down, ass up; a classic.

Well, time to get the show on the road! Of course, this was when life decided to throw a curveball our way, as there was a shocked gasp from the trees, forcing me to turn my attention from where it rightfully belonged to see the wide-eyed, shocked form of one Hermione Granger. Well crap.