Minerva McGonagall’s Vacation (Patreon)

Before you read.

Please be considerate when you read this. This is only meant as entertainment reading. It is inspired from the characters of the book, but only so much. All of them are in this fanfiction all of mature age and attending Hogwarts Magical University for witchcraft and Wizardry.

This is purely fiction and English is a second language to me so please understand the occasional spelling or grammatical error. 

btw - it may feel like I am bashing the French in this writing. Honestly I am simply trying to reflect the picture you get from British comedy about the relationship between the French and the English.

If I have any French patrons please forgive me, I am not trying to be overly harsh. Here in DK we tend to bash the Swedish people a bit. If anything, it makes me laugh more of the English when Rowan Atkinson bashes the French and the Italians. Especially since I know which food I prefer. Italian and French ❤️ Love you

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Harry was resting in his bedroom.

He was looking at a photograph in his hand. It was in black and white, but the people in it moved.

It was a picture of his four girlfriends at Hogwarts. Hermione Granger, Cho Chang, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. They were all naked, and they were smiling and giggling and shaking their tits for him to enjoy.

“Turn around,” Harry said, “I want to see your asses.”

The girls smirked and then they turned around and began showing him their wonderful behinds. Harry was already stroking his cock at the sight. It was horrible really. All his girlfriends were out of the country on vacation. Hermione was in France. Ginny was in Egypt. Cho was in Australia and Luna was in Sweden.

Harry was left alone on Privet Drive 4… that is if you don’t count the Dursleys.

Harry tried never to count the Dursleys.

He had only been home for about a week, and they were all driving him insane. Dudley fortunately was never home, but instead he hung out with his gang. His uncle and aunt were out looking for a new vacation home.

It was all this stupid talk about new houses that drove Harry insane. He really couldn’t care less, because for all he cared he wouldn’t be able to share their pleasure. Besides, he missed his girls so much.

Fortunately the girls all remembered him. Only yesterday did he get letters from all four of them. And all four letters contained a gift from all the girls that Harry had asked for. A moving picture from all of them, in their undies, where they masturbate in the thong and take it off. And they also sent the thong with the picture.

Harry had opened his pants and for the second time that morning, he began masturbating to the picture. Hermione and Ginny had grabbed Cho by her arms and Luna had knelt down and had begun eating Cho’s pussy.

Harry opened his desk drawer and found a radiant blue thong - the one Cho had sent.

He took a sniff of it. The still very powerful scent of her pussy was absolutely divine.

He noticed how Luna really got in on the action and really tried to eat out Cho’s pussy.

“Oh fuck…” Harry said, “That is so hot, Luna…”

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The next day, the Dursleys were home and they sat around the breakfast table as Harry came down the stairs.

As he entered the room, his uncle yelled out over his newspaper: Go and get a haircut!

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down.

The sound of the doorbell woke them all.

“Go and open the door, Harry!” Growled uncle Vernon.

Harry stood up and walked out to the hall.

He opened the door and saw the person in the doorway. His eyes grew as big as plates.

“Hello, Mr. Potter.” Said Professor McGonagall.

Harry let out a gasp. Minerva McGonagall, professor at Transfiguration, head of the Gryffindor house and the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stood in the hall at Privet Drive 4.

The tall and gorgeous woman stepped inside without further words and Harry closed the door behind her. As always, Harry’s gaze was centered at her huge boobs.

The professor was every bit as gorgeous and beautiful as he remembered her. Her huge tits smiled to the world through the cleavage in her outfit. Harry remembered only too well how he had suckled on those magnificent tits most of the last semester.

“P-Professor,” Harry stuttered, “Wha-What on earth are you doing here?”

Minerva looked strict at him.

“Well mr. Potter, I am here to spend my summer vacation with you. And I must say that…”

“Who are you talking to boy!?”

Uncle Vernon had interrupted Professor McGonagall while entering the hall in what seemed to be a fit of anger. His broad face turned from red to pale white the moment he saw the tall, beautiful professor.

Minerva McGonagall was not at all used to such poor manners as those displayed by Harry’s uncle Vernon. Her eyes glistened like those of a hawk, and she looked rather upset.

“Uhh, Uncle Vernon, this is Professor McGonagall, and she…”

Minerva lifted a hand to silence Harry.

“Excuse me,” Minerva began and stared down Harry’s uncle, “Has anyone asked you for anything?”

Uncle Vernon gulped as he tried to stutter an answer. He didn’t exactly make up a word, but the throaty sound he made could somewhat sound like a ‘no’.

“Then sit down and don’t stick your nose in something that is not your business.”

Minerva McGonagall was a force of nature. She demanded respect in every aspect of life and was deservent to all of it. But display good manners and you were already half way into her good graces - display poor manners however, and you would soon wish you had never opened your mouth.

Uncle Vernon backed out, with his tail between his legs and closed the door behind him.

Harry was willing to bet all his gold and his Firebolt that the entire Dursley Family was pushing their ears up against the door for a better catch of the conversation. Professor McGonagall seemed to be of the same observation.

“Let us continue the conversation in your room, mr. Potter.”

She led the way. Harry took her bag and carried it with him upstairs. He was right in her heels, and climbing the stairs allowed him to see the professor's marvel of an ass right in front of his face - hence the reason why it’s called ‘Ladies first’.

Professor McGonagall knew the way it seemed, and she entered Harry’s room.

Right then and there, Harry would have wished he had been a little more proper with his cleaning.

It wasn’t as messy as it sometimes could be, but he had thrown several boxers around, and there were a number of opened snack chips bags.

Professor McGonagall didn’t seem to mind at all and just sat down on the bed and looked at Harry.

“Just put my bag by the door, mr. Potter.”

Harry did as told. He closed the door and just as he did, Professor McGonagall pulled out her wand and pointed it at the door.

The door made a ‘click’, and it was locked.

“Just so we won't be disturbed again.” Said the professor.

Harry smiled. It was something of a sight. Professor Minerva McGonagall was sitting on his bed. She was a little out of place in the scene.

“As I tried to say, before I was so rudely interrupted by your uncle, mr. Potter,” the professor said with a strict voice, “I have come here to spend my summer vacation with you. And I must say I have been looking forward to it.”

Harry’s jaw dropped, “What?”

“I can’t imagine how I could have made it any more simple, mr. Potter. I am here to spend my summer vacation.”

“Uh, okay,” said Harry, still confused. “But, professor uhm, wouldn’t it be nicer to go to a… uh, hotel by the beach for example or maybe travel abroad? I mean, why spend it here on Privet Drive 4?”

“Simply because,” Minerva said, “… you are on Privet Drive 4, mr. Potter.”

Harry blinked. Professor McGonagall offered him one of her rare smiles.

“Mr. Potter, there are still about 7 weeks left of the summer vacation. And I understand that you are pretty much stranded here with your insufferable uncle and aunt. I also understand that your ‘harem’ of girlfriends are all traveling abroad, correct?”

Harry nodded.

“I have decided not only to fulfill the duties of all your harem for the next 7 weeks, but also test out a new magical spell I have invented myself.”

Minerva stood up and once again pulled out her wand. She lifted it high up and let it slowly slide down through the air between her and Harry.

She mumbled in Latin - Harry guessed it was the spell. And what a complicated one it had to be. Now she switched the staff's direction to horizontal and pretty much crossed it’s former motion. She still mumbled the spell.

Harry felt something in his body. He could feel how his former hunger from lack of breakfast suddenly vanished. Also, his desire for a glass of juice had been quenched. He felt utterly satisfied. Not hungry nor thirsty.

Besides that, he didn’t feel like going to the lavatory anymore.

“There,” Minerva said as she put her wand away again.

Harry looked at her. Seemingly nothing had changed in the room, besides his weird feelings inside of him.

“What was that?” He asked.

“The new spell I have constructed. It is so new I still don’t have a name for it, but the effects of it is that all hunger and thirst desires are met for a person as long as the spell is cast. It only works in a small confined space - such as your room. As you no longer need food or water, your other needs to dispose of it…”

Harry made a little smirk and Minerva’s cheeks got a little pinkish.

“… In other words, as long as we are in your room and don’t leave it, we don't need any food or water to sustain life. But as soon as we open that door, the spell will be broken.”

Harry nodded as he looked at the door. It was magically locked. Not even a sledgehammer would break it down now.

“That is all very impressive, professor, but…” Harry looked at McGonagall, “Does that mean you want to spend your entire vacation in my room?”

“Yes, mr. Potter. I intend on spending 7 weeks in your little room.” Minerva McGonagall stepped closer to Harry.

She placed two hands on his shoulders, and then she pulled him in, so she could whisper in his ear.

“And I intend, to have mind blowing, bedrocking, housebreaking, loud screaming, floor cracking, neighbor disturbing, animalistic sex with you, every single hour of those 7 weeks.”

Harry looked at his professor who finally smiled clearly at him.

“In fact, consider it like this Harry…” She used his first name, “When we don’t sleep, we fuck, is that clear?”

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The mood around the table in the dining room was rather tense.

Petunia was drying the same plate over and over again, and Vernon was reading the same line in the same article over and over again.

They were trying to cope with the fact that a full grown witch was in their house - visiting their nephew.

In secret they were trying to figure out what was going on. Both really wanted to get out of the house, but both also felt that they had to stand their ground in this critical point of the invasion.

“She probably just came to inform the kid that he is on thin ice!” Vernon growled rather suddenly, almost causing Petunia to flinch and drop the plate in her hand.

“Y-yes, you are right, dear…” Petunia was shaking as she knelt down to pick up the plate.

“I mean, what else could bring her to…”

Vernon Dursley was interrupted by some very obscene sounds coming from upstairs. The clear sound of a woman’s voice screaming out in pleasure and the hard dunking sound that reminded them of an elephant's marching around.

“What the…?” Vernon threw his paper away and walked upstairs with Petunia in his heels. As they climbed the stairs the sounds became more acute and more clear. When they reached the door of their nephew's room it was clear that the sounds came from there.

If the sounds could be described as anything, then it was the sounds from an adult movie on the television, with the sound at max. But the sounds were organic. Meaning they came from two people. The rocking sounds were also clearly the bed in the room being rocked over the floor.

Vernon growled and took the handle of the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Not at all in fact. Usually you could feel the door move, even when locked, but the door was solid. As if it was an integrated part of the brick wall. Vernon couldn’t even turn the handle an inch, or at all.

A rather loud scream of the woman in pleasure reached them and Petunia covered her ears.

Vernon was turning red.

“Come Petunia! Pack a bag! We are leaving!”

“W-where to dear?”

“Anywhere! How about Paris!? I have heard it’s nice at this time of year… and I guess even the French aren’t behaving that indecently!”

The Dursleys threw some clothings in a bag and drove out in a speeding frency to look for Dudley. They would later end up on a flight to Paris.

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In Harry’s room the sounds had an of course explanation.

Minerva and Harry, were indeed fucking like crazed rabbits on viagra. Upon the last words spoken by his professor, he had pretty much jumped her and pulled off her clothes.

An entire week without sex, Harry was ready to do it with his auntie Petunia if need be. His aunt had sent him indications that she was more than willing to. She always grabbed him by his crotch when his uncle wasn’t around.

But like a saving angel, Minerva McGonagall had shown up, and now, they were fucking.

Minerva on her back, with her legs bent and Harry on top of her pounding away at her wonderful pussy.

Minerva was not quiet, not at all. She was very loud, and she had been so with a purpose. To get the Dursleys out. She wanted to not be disturbed.

And now she wouldn’t be.

Harry came for the first time, and he shot his first load deep into the womb of his beloved professor.

Oh what bliss it was. He felt how his mind was ready to just melt away. He kept cumming and cumming inside McGonagall. He felt like he pretty much emptied his nuts inside her.

But that didn’t stop him, not a chance. He kept pounding and pounding away.

It was well after midnight before the pair eventually slowed down.

Harry had been on top most of the day, and had pounded his professor into the madras. And she had enjoyed every bit of it.

“Well… well done… mr. Potter… not bad… for the first day…”

Harry had once again sprayed his cum inside of her, and she had once again taken it all. Only this time, Harry pretty much collapsed on top of her. Minerva didn’t mind. In fact she preferred a lover who fell asleep on top of her after giving his last in a heated sexual quest. So she kindly wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“We will… continue… when we wake up… again…”

With those words, the professor fell asleep herself.

They slept on top of one another. Harry, still with his cock deeply buried in his professor. When they woke up some eight hours later, the show continued.

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Now the Dursleys couldn’t stay in Paris for 7 long weeks.

Partially because Vernon hated the French, and partially because his stomach couldn’t stand their food so well - too much garlic.

Besides, after 2 long weeks they thought for sure that their nightmare was over with. The witch had to be gone by now, and Vernon was ready to throw Harry into the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer… but no.

As the Dursleys entered their home again, all carrying bags and all with sun tans or burns, they couldn’t help but hear pretty much the same screams coming from upstairs. Only - if possible - louder and more obscene than ever.

“Oh for the love of…” growled Vernon as he once again climbed the stairs with Petunia on his back and marched to the door of his Nephew.

Once again, the door felt as impossible to move and twist as if it was a piece of the wall itself.

“That’s it! Step aside Petunia!”

Petunia walked away from the door.

Vernon grabbed his sizable corpus and with a grunt, he threw his shoulder against the door. Nothing happened. He tried again - a little harder this time. Still nothing.

“Open the door to our bedroom, Petunia, and make way!”

Petunia opened the door behind him and Vernon walked into their bedroom.

He walked all the way to the window. He grunted like a rhinoceros, and then he ran as fast as his short legs allowed him. He tossed all his weight against the door and…

The door stood, and Vernon fell, as long as he was.

“Petunia… call… an ambulance…”

Vernon had to stay at the hospital for observation. He had not only broken his upper arm, he had also dislocated his shoulder.

He had to stay for at least a week.

When he returned, arm in sling and all, the noises of his nephew and the witch still hadn’t diminished.

Unable to hold his newspaper with both hands now, uncle Vernon decided to call a construction company. He had seen an ad in the paper.

“Hello, yes… My name is Vernon Dursley. I would like a batch of those sound proof doors!”

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Vernon instructed his son Dudley to play some of his loudest and most horrible music on his stereos as long as the men were installing the new doors.

Vernon presented this as the way to really test the new doors, but really he wanted to cover the sounds from his nephews room.

Vernon had new doors installed into his and Petunia's bedroom, Dudleys room, and the door to the kitchen.

When the workers were done, Vernon sat in the kitchen and he was smiling. He could no longer hear anything.

The workers came down to tell them that the job was done and they were taking off. Vernon for once, thanked the lads for their job and sent them away with a good paycheck.

It was true, the doors worked rather well. Not so well as they could block out all the sounds, but enough for the Dursleys to either ignore the rest, or just turn on the radio or the television in order to block out the rest of the noises.

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4 weeks later

Up in Harry's room, he was once again ready to burst his load inside professor McGonagall.

“OOOH FUCK! OH FUCK! I AM CUMMING!”

“CUM POTTER! CUM INSIDE OF ME!”

Harry didn’t obey this time. He pulled his cock from her vagina and stood up on the bed. He grabbed the hair of his professor and pulled her head up so he could shoot his load over her face and tits.

Minerva opened her mouth and closed her eyes for the rain of sperm she was about to receive. Harry had done this tons of times over the last 6 weeks, and this time was just as wonderful.

“Oh fuck! Here you go, bitch! Here you fucking go!”

Harry came, and his sperm landed on the fair skin of his professor. Over her face, on her tongue, on her neck and on her huge chest. The woman gasped and opened her eyes to look up at her young lover. He was still cumming, but now he was aiming down in her mouth. Load after load was shot into her gaping mouth until a decent sized puddle was formed.

When he finally shook the last drops out of his cock, Minerva let her tongue dive around in the tasty seed of Harry before she swallowed it, like it was the nectar of the gods.

She made sure to make loud sounds to alert Harry, and then she opened her mouth to taunt him. As to say: Got anymore for me?

Harry placed his cock in her mouth symbolizing - I don’t wanna talk now, bitch.

Minerva began sucking him. Knowing there was still sperm inside the cock, she sucked him like a milking machine.

Harry stood there, with Minerva sucking his dick. Relishing in the presence. He knew the room stank of sweat and sex. How could it smell of anything else after 6 long weeks of constant sex?

And there was still, one wonderful week left of sex for him and Minerva. Or at least a couple of days. He knew he had to go buy stuff for the school, and vacation or not, Minerva had to get back to the school in order to prepare for the new arrivals.

Harry looked down on the woman who sucked his dick clean. He saw that Minerva was looking up at him. Her gaze was very telling. She wanted to talk - but understood that he had put his dick in her mouth for her not to talk. So she was asking for permission.

Harry made a sigh and stroked her hair - that meant: Talk if you have to.

“Harry… slurp… I want to thank you…”

Harry looked down at her. She used his first name.

“This has been… slurp… the best vacation… I have ever had… And that says… slurp… a lot… But I am sorry to say… slurp… that it ends tomorrow.”

Harry looked utterly shocked.

“What?!” Harry said out loud. “Tomorrow! But there is… there is still one more week, right?”

Minerva licked his glans in order to calm him down.

“I may have overstated my plans to stay for that long. Honestly I would gladly stay another month if I could… but I can’t. I have to get back to Hogwarts. I have duties to attend to. And you have school supplies to buy.

It was all true. Harry knew it.

Minerva took his cock in her mouth again and sucked him deeply.

“Oh Minerva… I am… I am gonna miss you a lot… this last week will be extremely long without you…”

“Oh,” Minerva said when she released his cock for a moment. “I think you will manage.

“How so?”

“Didn’t you read the last letter you got? Miss Granger comes home from France tomorrow. You can go to her place for the last week.”

Harry blinked.

He had gotten several letters and sent some to his girls, but he had not had the… time or attention to read them all… thoroughly. They usually sent him new nude pictures of themselves.

He reached for Hermione’s newest letter. Minerva kept sucking him, crawling on the floor on all fours to keep him inside of her.

Harry folded out the letter and re-read it.

Hi Harry.

I hope you are doing well.

I miss you a lot. France is nice enough, but I can’t tell you how boring it is. Mom and Dad are also really annoyed now. I don’t think they will ever try such a long vacation ever again.

I hope you are doing well enough, and that you aren’t flirting with too many muggle girls on the subway. I hope you liked the photos I sent of me in my bikinis. Mom and Dad didn’t like them. They said they were too revealing. But I didn’t care. All I cared about is that you like them.

I am coming home around the last week of summer. I know it’s only one week, but I was thinking you could come and live with me for that week? Then we could buy school equipment at Diagon Alley and, you know, have sex?

I really hope to see you soon.

I love you.

Your Hermione.

It was true!

Hermione would come home for the last week of the summer, and Harry was invited to stay with her.

“Oh fuck yes! I can’t wait to fuck Hermione again!”

He looked down at Minerva again, and she looked up at him with a gleam in her eyes.

“Uh… you know… because it's been so long since I last saw her…”

Minerva smiled over his cock and kept sucking.

Wow - Harry thought - one week alone with Hermione. He could already tell what he would do to her as soon as he saw her. Kiss and grope her of course, first things first.

Then he would strip her down, see if she had gotten tan lines like last year. He would place her on the bed and admire her, and see if she had grown too big a bush. Then he would lick her pussy and ass. Have her sit on his face and play with his cock.

Then he would fuck her pussy until she creamed all over him and he sprayed inside of her.

Then after a few rounds of that he would have her suck his dick to it’s base, and then he would turn her over on all fours and ram it up her perfect little asshole.

He would grab her wild, curly, brown mane and pull back hard as he fucked her asshole.

Harry felt it again. He was about to cum, and this time, he would blow it down Minerva’s throat.

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The departure of Minerva from Privet Drive 4 was rather short. She was walked out the front door by Harry, and he gave her ass a tight squeeze as he left the house with her.

He saw that she sent him one of his glowing smiles. They were rare.

Minerva McGonagall was going back to Hogwarts, and Harry, he was going to visit his girlfriend, Hermione.

He left his room in a sex stinking mess for his aunt to clean up. He was a little sad he didn’t get to see the look on her face, but he didn’t mind.

He left the house with all his possessions.

As he walked up the driveway of Hermione’s house he noticed both her parents were gone. Probably off to work.

He rang the doorbell and a few moments later Hermione opened the door.

The look on her face as she realized it was Harry was priceless. Harry immediately noticed she was very brown. As if she had spent all summer on the beach or next to a pool.

“HARRY!”

She screamed his name as she pretty much jumped him. She leaped and threw her arms and legs around him and he could only swing her around and around while they both giggled loudly.

“Hehe, I should have known. Been home for less than a day and you show up!”

Harry’s hands had found their way to her ass. He kept her up and looked into her magical brown eyes.

Then they kissed. They kissed so vigorously, it almost seemed unhealthy.

Harry walked inside her house, still carrying her.

“Did you… have a good… slurp… vacation?” He managed to say through their kisses.

“No!” Was all Hermione could say. “It was hell!I hate France! And I hate being away from you! Next summer, I am spending it all with you!”

Harry giggled and walked up the stairs to the first floor. He found Hermione’s room.

He opened her door and walked over to her bed.

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Harry was true to his wishes.

First he had licked her pussy like it was the most wonderful of meals. To his pleasure he saw that Hermione had grown a nice bush. He was looking forward to shaving it off her. But for now, he enjoyed his girlfriend's pussy. Bush and all.

Then he had mounted her like he had mounted Minerva all summer, and plowed her senseless. After that, he had pulled her by her mane to his dick and had her suck him until he blew his load into her mouth.

Then he placed her on all fours and impaled her ass on his dick.

“Ooooh, Oh FUCK!”

Hermione was not as adept as Minerva with anal sex. That was something Harry would remedy.

But she was desperate to learn. Harry fucked her as he marveled at her gorgeous tan. She was very brown, and yes, she had gotten very clear tan lines. It would take weeks before they went away.

As night came and they both heard Hermione’s parents come home, Harry and Hermione had to take it rather slowly. Mr. And Mrs. Granger knew very well that Harry was their daughter’s boyfriend. But though they both were of legal age, as long as Hermione lived with them, their rules. And they had a rule, no ‘hanky-panky’ after dark.

Harry and Hermione defied them of course. They simply casted a spell to null all sounds and then all was good.

But still, her parents could come in like it suited them.

At this point they were both sated and Hermione was resting on her back with wide spread legs. Harry was between them, and he was using a scraper to shave her bush.

“I am sorry to see it go, babe,” Harry said to his girlfriend. “You know I really don’t mind you having nice fur down there.”

“Well I mind, and I prefer it trimmed.” Hermione reached for her wand. “Accio!”

She summoned her bag and it flew to her hand. She opened it and dug out a little container, not unlike that for hair gels or facial creams.

“Mr. Gulliver Prickly’s hair-removal potion.” She read from the container. “Certain to remove any and all discomforts of the intimate area after shaving.”

She smiled and handed Harry the container.

“Put some of that on me. It is said to make wonders.”

Harry smiled at her and he opened it. It didn’t smell at all. He dipped his fingers in the créme and then he smeared some over Hermione’s now clean shaved pussy.

As he did, Hermione began giggling. Harry smiled. He knew she had sensitive skin.

“Turn over, Hermione,” Harry said, “Then I will créme up your ass.”

“No hanky-panky after dark Harry, daddy’s orders.”

“Since when have you obeyed your daddy?”

Hermione began giggling as Harry ran his fingers up and down her butt.

“Leave the créme on for 20 minutes, and then shower to remove. Be thorough when cleaning.” Harry read from the container.

Hermione fell down on the madras again. She was looking like a cat, but with a genuine and deep smile.

“So, Harry, how was your vacation?”

Harry was just about to say - “Fine,” but he stopped himself.

“Horrible, what did you imagine? I have 4 girlfriends and yet none of them had any spare time this vacation.”

Harry was smiling as he said it. He was trying to cover his lie with an ironic joke.

Hermione was curling her lips in something akin to a sly vixen attempting to outsmart a cat.

“Oh it can’t have been that bad… I mean with professor McGonagall giving you all those ‘private lessons’ all summer…”

Harry felt his insides freeze. He slowly turned to Hermione. He warmed up again as he saw a satisfied and also very pleased smile on her beautiful face.

“Y-you know about that?” He stuttered.

Hermione nodded.

“How?”

“Harry James Potter, I am your future wife. Do you really think I don’t know everything?”

Harry blinked. Hermione didn’t sound angry and she really wasn’t. And he felt utterly warm and wonderful inside when she had called herself his - future wife.

“But… but how… how did you know?”

“Wel… I have corresponded a lot with Minerva McGonagall over the last few weeks… in fact… uhm…”

Hermione looked a little sheepish. She was no good at lying.

“What?” Harry said. Hermione was blinking a bit too much and she looked like a cat who had just swallowed the family goldfish.

Harry’s head began thinking back to when Minerva had sat down on his bed in his bedroom.

Her words rang a little fuzzy, it had been 6 weeks. He looked at Hermione again.

“She knew… she knew that I was alone on Privet drive 4… and that you, Cho, Ginny and Luna all were abroad. And she wanted to ‘fulfill the duties’…”

It was something in her wording that made Harry think.

“You?”

Hermione was now completely red in the face and she was clearly avoiding his gaze.

“You asked her to go visit me?”

“I-I only thought that-that… I mean…”

Hermione was as red as a sunset.

“All last year she gave you all those detentions and… I thought you two might… need some time… to…”

Harry was petting her ass. She was clearly a little uncomfortable. But just like any kitten, a firm warm hand on her butt and she calmed down. He smiled at her.

“What did you tell her?” Harry asked.

“I just told her, that you were alone on Privet drive, and that we all - me, Cho, Ginny and Luna, we all were abroad and… That you might need some… ‘company’ this summer… you know… just to prevent you from… flirting with too many muggle women in the subway…”

Harry smiled at his girlfriend. He massaged her perfect butt.

“She said she would take care of you…” Hermione looked up at him with big eyes. Almost apologetic.

“But… you aren’t big on sharing me… not even with the others, and you just let Minerva get me all summer… alone… you were fine with that?”

“Of course not, Harry but…” Hermione looked like she was fighting a battle inside.

“… But I knew how much I would miss you this summer. So… I knew how much you were gonna miss us… And… And I only, only care about you, Harry. I knew you had feelings for Minerva and I knew she also liked you and… of all the female professors at Hogwarts… she is the only one I don’t mind… making a part of the harem…”

Harry placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. They kissed for so long and so tenderly that it was building up steam. They for sure were going to be ‘Hanky-Pankieng’ all night.

Harry looked into Hermione’s drowsy eyes as he finally ended their kiss.

“I’ll be right back,” she said and jumped up. She ran to her bathroom and seconds later, Harry heard the faucet in the shower. She was cleaning off the crème.

Harry was on his back on her bed. His mind was wandering.

Minerva as a part of his harem?

He had never really thought of including members of the faculty at his school in his harem. There were some hotties among them. Professor McGonagall was an obvious candidate. She was gorgeous.

And though he wasn’t the best in her class, professor Trelawney was also a nice piece of ass.

Hermione returned and Harry saw that casted a spell with her wand as soon as she came back to the bed.

“Okay, we are definitely gonna have sex, but you have to be quiet, Harry… my dad has the weirdest ability to detect us… I think it’s because the spell only blocks sound and not vibrations…”

Harry only heard ‘sex’, so he grabbed his girlfriend and pulled her to bed.

He found his way to her not clean shaved pussy and began feasting on it.

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The next morning Harry and Hermione were out the door on the way to Diagon Alley. They had to get out.

Mr. Granger looked like he was ready to skin them both.

They had to buy equipment for the next semester and they were more than ready to sneak into some really tight alleys and have a little fun there.

But they had barely left Flourish and Blott’s before they were met with a shrieky greeting.

“HARRY!”

Harry turned, and it was Cho, Ginny and Luna.

Harry smiled like a sun, and held out his arms. His 3 girls ran to him. He swung his arms around all of them and held them in a tight hug. He began kissing them all. He had 7 weeks of kisses to bestow in only a manner of minutes.

In these minutes it didn’t seem to matter much whose lips his lips touched. There was complete confusion on Harry’s part to who he really was kissing. It was in fact like kissing a woman with 3 heads and mouths.

It was easier to just play with their tongues outside their mouths. That way he could kiss them all at the same time. This made all the girls giggle. Finally, after a long and tender four way kiss, Harry opened his eyes and looked at all 3 of them.

Ginny was very tanned - she had a multitude of new freckles. Her red hair was more golden than usual. She had obviously gotten a lot of sun in Egypt.

Cho was tanned too. Australia had been good to her, although she had gone there when it was winter to them. She had been in the northern tropical parts of Australia. But she looked awesome. Her hair was still jet black and long, and shined like silk.

Luna was also touched by the sun. She seemed like she had spent most of her time outside. Chasing down magical creatures no doubt.

Harry hugged all the girls into him in a tighter squeeze and made all the girls giggle.

Harry looked back at Hermione who smiled and came over to participate in the hug.

Harry’s smile was a little short lived when he felt a pain in his right cheek. He saw a smirking and slightly annoyed Ginny glare at him. Harry felt slightly uneasy.

“What is this Hermione tells us about professor McGonagall?”

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