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Chapter 21: Through the looking glass

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Harry could still hear the stream as he fought to open his eyes. He also had to pee really bad. Probably all that wine from last night. As he sat up and his vision cleared he saw he wasn’t in the meadow, he was in Desiree’s bedroom. The running water was the shower in the connecting bathroom. Harry walked drowsily into the bathroom and started to piss in the toilet. His bladder was almost drained when Desiree came in wearing just a towel on her head, and a pair of high heel mules. She kicked off the shoes by the lavatory, placed the towel by the sink, and kissed Harry on the cheek before getting in the large shower.

“Plenty of room for two, Harry, if you’d like to freshen up,” she said.

Harry looked at her beautiful body shimmering in the rivulets of water flowing from the showerhead and became very horny. Harry stepped out of the bathroom and went to his clothes lying on the chair by the bed, from his pocket he took a Tickle Twat Mint and popped it in his mouth. Then he returned and stepped into the shower.

As he entered Desiree smiled and kissed him on the lips, then she handed him a soapy washcloth and asked him to wash her back for her. Harry was happy to run the soft cloth over her back. Just touching her excited Harry, and when the back was done, Harry got on his knees and began washing her beautiful bum, then he ran the cloth down her long sexy legs, all the way to the tops of her feet. Desiree turned her front to Harry, exposing her stylishly coifed pubic region to him at eye level.

“Would you like to wash the front too?” she asked, smiling as Harry vigorously nodded his head in the affirmative. “All right then, but make sure you get it all good and clean.”

Harry ran the washcloth over the fronts of the legs and wiped the groin and lower belly. He looked up to see Desiree smiling down at him, “I think you missed a spot, Harry, a little further down.” With her eyes for encouragement, Harry used his fingers to spread the labia apart and began to lick Desiree’s twat. Harry did his best to maintain eye contact with Desiree at all times, looking for signs that what he was doing was having the intended effect of pleasuring her. He could feel the Tickle Twat Mint slightly stinging his tongue as it wrapped gently around Desiree’s clit, and probed the opening to her vagina. If the facial gestures he was seeing, and the soft moans and sighs he was hearing, could be trusted then M’Lady was enjoying her morning bath.

After a minute or two, Desiree began to change position to allow Harry better access to her pubic cleft. She bent her knees, spread her thighs further apart, and shifted her weight back against the wall of the shower. Harry was able to move his arms to help support her, and get his face right into her vulva. After a few minutes Harry’s knees began to ache, he was becoming fatigued and couldn’t go on much longer, but he could tell that Desiree was getting close. Another minute later, the knees were definitely experiencing discomfort, but then Desiree groaned loudly and came right in Harry’s face. Harry felt the warm delicious female secretions flow over his tongue and into his mouth. Harry felt an immediate sensation of energy come over him, the aches and pains were gone, his fatigue was replaced with a feeling that he could do this all day if he needed to. If was as if his whole body was rejuvenated.

As Desiree regained her balance on her feet again she pulled Harry up beside her. She kissed him deeply and then ran her tongue over his lips to taste her own juices. She reached down and took Harry’s erect cock in one hand and gently began to stroke it, her other hand lightly cradled Harry’s balls.

“That was wonderful, Harry,” she said in a very husky and intensely sexy voice. “Did you like my Honeydew?”

“Your what?” asked a slightly confused Harry.

“My Honeydew, the pussy juices of a Veela has great restorative power, especially for men. We love multiple orgasms, and by having our juices give our lovers an energy boost we can keep them on the job longer. You did a very good job down there if I may say so. Is there anything I can do to repay you for such a wonderful washdown?”

Less than a minute later they were on the bed with Desiree’s feet on Harry’s shoulders. Harry was stroking his cock, freshly coated with Priapus Potion, in and out of her sopping wet cunt while trying to maintain a steady rhythm that would help him to have a longer period of intercourse before ejaculating. It was very difficult for Harry to control himself. Every instinct he had wanted him to start shagging her as hard and fast as he could so he could enjoy the pleasurable result as soon as possible. It was a hard fight to ignore his instinct. Harry knew he had to learn the art of sexual patience, but at least he had a good coach.

“Breathe deeply and regularly, Harry,” said Desiree as she mentored him along. “That helps you keep control, and it helps your stamina, you can go longer because you have the oxygen to keep the love muscles energized. Set a regular pace you can maintain for a while and stay to it. Speeding up and slowing down wears you out faster, and diminishes your pleasure. When you cum your tired muscles are more relieved than your balls”

Harry was able to stay in control longer, but the still complaining knees caused Harry to want to finish up at last and rest. With a loud grunt, followed by a protracted sigh Harry climaxed into Desiree, and then lay on the bed dripping sweat and sucking in deep chestfuls of air to help calm his racing heart. When he had recovered enough to sit up he saw Desiree laying there looking back at him with a wide grin on her face.

“You know what, Harry,” she said. “I’m starting to think we’ve created a monster. I’m just glad it’s a good kind of monster though. What you need most is more training.”

“I’m all in favor of that, put me in Coach,” said a grinning Harry.

“Not just that kind of training you naughty, naughty boy. You need physical training. Remember what I told you, just because a knight has a big sword doesn’t mean he can swing it, he needs good muscle tone, and he needs a strong cardio-vascular system that keeps those muscles energized with blood and oxygen so they can last the whole battle.”

“So I need to start doing some physical training as well?” asked Harry.

“Yes, a big cock requires lots of blood to keep it up, and still have enough to keep the body going through heavy sex. Since you are still at Hogwarts see if you can set something up there to help you start working out. Good sex starts with a sexy body.”

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The next day was Sunday, just before midday Harry returned to Grimmauld Place to meet with Moody to continue with his training. Harry was still a bit knackered after the night’s activities with Desiree, but wouldn’t trade the experience he’d had last night for 10,000 Galleons. Moody was obviously getting suspicious; he knew that Harry wasn’t spending any time there at Grimmauld Place when he was gone. The personal portal was supposed to be nearly untraceable, but Moody was not just anyone, he was an experienced tracker. Still, Moody said nothing directly to Harry about his wanderings.

The afternoon was spent in more shield and reflector spells that could be silently performed. As the sun was setting, Harry and Moody were practicing using stun spells. Moody would try to stun Harry, who had to reflect the spell back upon Moody’s shields, and then they would reverse roles. All the while Moody kept picking up the tempo like in a game of championship ping-pong until the room fairly rang with the sound of spells flying off energy shields. Finally, they were both played out.

“I’m all done in for now, Harry; I think I’ll stay here the night. I guess you’ll be headed back to Hogwarts to get a good nights rest before school starts tomorrow.”

“It’d be a good idea,” said Harry, hoping that Moody hadn’t noticed that Harry hadn’t actually said that he was going there. “I’d still have time to stop by Honeydukes and get a few treats. I’m definitely going to enjoy a hot bath and a soft bed tonight. Are we going to do more of this next weekend?”

“No, I have a little scouting and recruiting mission that Kingsley wants me to make for him in the north country. You’ll be busy with the first Quidditch match I suppose.”

Harry had forgotten that the Head Boy traditionally attended all Quidditch matches and Hufflepuff took on Slytherin next Saturday. “Yes, I’ll be there.”

A few minutes later Harry had his valise ready to go and saw that Moody was still in the kitchen. Something seemed wrong to Harry, it was as if his personal sneakoscope was beeping at him. Moody patted him on the back and told that his training was coming along just fine; Moody then picked up the valise and admired it, asking Harry where he had gotten it. Moody opened the valise and commented on how roomy it was inside. As he talked, Harry saw Moody’s fingers twitch just a bit and Harry knew that Moody had dropped something inside the valise.

So the old bastard was trying to track him was he? Harry felt he could deal with that. Leaving Grimmauld Place, Harry apparated to Hogsmeade, but instead of Honeydukes sweet shop, Harry went to the Hogs Head pub. Desiree had informed him that it was there that his money would be waiting. Sure enough, two goblins were there in the back room with two suitcases. Desiree had told Harry to count the money carefully, not because it would be wrong, but that the goblins would lose any respect they had for him if he just trusted them. Harry carefully counted the coins to ensure the count was correct before he signed.

It was then time to hurry to the main gates of Hogwarts. It was almost dark and the gates would seal themselves to entry soon; fortunately, the gold-filled suitcases were under a levitation spell. Harry took the suitcases into the DADA classroom and hid them. Now he had to figure out how to slip back out unnoticed. Harry had his plan of escape ready. Inside his valise he carried his invisibility cloak. As it was mealtime there was no one around the entryway, Harry quickly pulled out his invisibility cloak and threw it over himself. Harry knew a secret way out of the castle back to Hogsmeade; it was a hidden passage behind the statue of a witch. Harry had used it before.

With everyone eating, it was no problem to enter the passage and use his wand to provide light. A quick search of his bag showed that a small Knut had been added to his bag. There was no doubt that the coin was a tracking device, Moody was attempting to follow him. Harry grinned to himself that it hadn’t been all that difficult to outwit the old fox, and then, after a moment’s reflection, that thought started to worry Harry. It had been easy, too damn easy. What if Moody knew Harry was suspicious, and let him see the tracer being planted in his bag. That meant there was another tracer object, or maybe a tracing spell placed directly on him.

Damn it to hell, thought Harry, he couldn’t leave the castle now unless he was sure that he wasn’t being tracked. Then Harry remembered what the book on house elves had said about their ability to detect and protect their masters from unwanted spells. Dobby had once belonged to the Malfoys; they had to have been justifiably paranoid about tracking spells. Surely, he would know how to detect and remove any tracing spells Moody put on Harry.

“Dobby come to master,” Harry said. A quick pop followed and Dobby was there.

“Yes, Master,” he said.

“I think one or more spells to track my movements has been placed on me, can you see if you can detect any spells on me?”

“Yes, Master,” said Dobby. “My former masters were always afraid of tracking spells and I had to regularly check them, Dobby is good at such things.” Dobby began to sniff around Harry like a bloodhound seeking out the trail. “Master has two spells upon his noble person, the coin in his hand is enchanted with a tracking spell, and there is another tracking spell that has been placed upon the back of his robe, it is invisible, but I assure Master it is there.”

“I believe you, Dobby,” said Harry remembering the pat on the back from Moody. “You have done well. Now I want you to go to my room and bring me a fresh robe, clothes, and shoes. Everything needed to change my dress. Then take everything I have on here and the coin back to my room for the night, leave them there and clean them tomorrow. Remove the tracking spell completely if you can, if not, burn the robe. Take the coin to the lake tomorrow and throw it in the deepest part of the water. I will be back tomorrow morning.”

Dobby did as Harry ordered and did a second sniff before declaring Harry and the valise to be free of all spells. Harry proceeded through the tunnel and cautiously up the trapdoor into Honeydukes cellar. He then used the portal to return to the Golden Unicorn.

Poontang was waiting for Harry when he arrived to tell him that Fleur had the evening’s duty running the Unicorn, and that Gabrielle had asked for his company for the evening. Harry told Poontang to invite Gabrielle to spend the evening in his room with him when she was ready. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Gabrielle looked to have sunning herself wearing only the bottom half of a bikini, and had slipped on a pair of flip-flops before coming over.

Harry let her in and she immediately put her arms around his neck, followed by her legs wrapped around his waist. Apparently she wanted to make sure he didn’t get away, thought Harry.

“You are all mine tonight, Mr. Potter,” said Gabrielle. She kissed him full on the lips, but then started sniffing around him. “Phew, Harry, you smell, what have you been doing?”

Harry told her about the training with Moody, and how he built up a real sweat during the workout.

“Time for you to hit the showers, stud, and you need a shave too,” she said with a broad grin. “And I know just the girl that can help you with it, so let’s go.”

Unwrapping her strong legs from around Harry, she pulled on the side ties to the bikini bottom and it fluttered to the floor. She pulled Harry into the bathroom and started the water in the tub. Harry excused himself for a moment to take one of the Sweet Creams he had gotten from George and to grab a Tickle Twat Mint. When the bath was ready, she and Harry got in and started playing with each other in the soapy water to see who could get the other the hornyest. Gabrielle easily won, but Harry made a surprisingly good showing he thought.

Sitting in the tub Harry was lathered up by Gabrielle who produced a safety razor and proceeded to shave him. It was a wonderful feeling to have this beautiful creature shaving him like this. Harry’s cock was fully erect and he would playfully poke Gabrielle in the crotch as she knelt over him to shave him. Gabrielle quickly commented that it was a good thing she was using a safety razor or Harry would have bled to death from the cuts his antics would have caused. When the shave was over Harry had Gabrielle sit on the edge of the tub and spread her thighs, while he discretely put the mint in his mouth and started chewing to release the potion.

The mint definitely worked its magic on Gabrielle, she was soon moaning loudly and calling Harry’s name repeatedly. Harry did his best to torment her, carrying her right to the edge then backing off. It was more than Gabrielle could stand.

“Please, Harry, please,” she moaned.

“Please what, please stop?” he asked as he lightly flicked his tongue over her clitoris. “Do you want me to stop?”

“NO! Oh, gods no, Harry, don’t stop. Please make me cum, Harry; I need to cum, please, please, PLEASE let me cum.”

“Always give a lady what she wants,” said Harry with a grin and he went to work with a vengeance on Gabrielle’s delicate pink slit. In minutes, Gabrielle was squealing as her body spasmed in the throes of a massive orgasm. As with her mother, Harry could taste the sweet honeydew dripping from her pussy as she orgasmed and feel it energize his body. As the orgasm passed, Harry pulled her down into the swirling warm water, and cuddled her next to his body as she sat there holding him tightly. For all of fifteen minutes Gabrielle basked in the afterglow moaning softly, repeatedly placing gently kisses on Harry’s chest.

“Well, M’Lady, is young Harry deserving of your special favors tonight?” asked Harry at last.

Gabrielle turned her face up to his and her beautiful piercing blue eyes stared into his. It struck Harry again that he knew those eyes, he had seen them before, but they had been someone else’s then. It was probably just a trick of the light anyway, but he felt the strangest sense that he should know those eyes.

“Young master Harry has but to name what favors he desires of me, and, if it be in my power to provide, he shall have it,” said Gabrielle. “For I am in his debt for such excellent service as I have received this night.”

“Lay me on the bed and suck my balls dry, and all outstanding debts shall be paid.”

Gabrielle stood up and shook her lithe body to shake off the water, then stepped out of the shower and dried off. Harry followed her, and after drying off, he was laid on his back and Gabrielle assumed a position before him on her knees ready to fulfill her promise.

“You know, Harry, it was awful mean of you to make me beg for it before you let me cum. What goes around comes around they say.”

“Do your worst,” said a defiant sounding Harry with a full erection showing.

Gabrielle accepted the challenge and took Harry’s cock in her mouth to the root. She skillfully worked Harry to the edge of ejaculation, only to bring him back at the last moment. For Harry the experience was exactly what he needed to help him learn to control his timing and not be premature. After several such trips to the edge of ecstasy, Gabrielle grew tired of the game and carried Harry over the edge.

As great throbbing wads of Harry’s semen filled Gabrielle's mouth she was pleasantly surprised. Men’s semen usually had a salty, musky taste, not Harry’s; his load had a sweet and creamy taste and texture. She knew it had to be some kind of potion or magic spell; it was definitely not a natural thing. That then brought to mind the exceptionally good oral sex she had just received, and that her mum had talked about. Where would Harry have had the practice to achieve that level of mastery of the manly art of licking pussy so soon? There had to be some kind of secret weapon at work here. This merited further investigation.

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It was 6:30 Monday morning when Poontang popped into Harry’s bedroom to awaken him to get ready to return to Hogwarts. Harry very badly wanted to sleep on, but he knew that if he was late then McGonagall could restrict or cut his weekend travel privileges. Harry had no intention of that happening.

Rolling over he saw that Gabrielle was stretching awake beside him. Dear god she was even beautiful first thing in the morning too. She gently wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her face to his for a good morning kiss.

“Good morning, stud,” she said. “How’s it hanging?”

“If I don’t get up and away from you right now it won’t be hanging, it’ll be pointing. I don’t have much time before I’m due back.”

“Not even time for a good morning blow job? I’ll make it quick.”

Harry was already feeling his morning wood rising. He told Poontang to get them some breakfast, and set out his Hogwarts clothes for him. Harry took a wakeup pee, and then came back to bed. He lay back and let Gabrielle take his cock in her mouth and start to pleasure him. Looking down between his legs Harry saw that his erect cock was well over six inches long now, maybe seven; he definitely wasn’t a shorthorn anymore.

In the Gryffindor boy’s showers Harry, like most of the boys who were ashamed of their lack of manly length, had tried to keep the other boys from seeing his cock. The exception had been Dean Thomas who considered himself to be one hung black stud. He always made sure the other boys saw his long dick flopping from side to side as he deliberately walked to the showers without a towel around him. Looking at what he was packing now, Harry was pretty sure he wasn’t that much smaller than Dean. A couple of weekends like this and Harry would be ready to surprise Ginny with her dream come true.

True to her word, Gabrielle had Harry’s spunk fountain flowing in only a few minutes, he wasn’t too far behind schedule yet. A quick shower and Harry came out to find that Gabrielle had left, and breakfast was ready. Harry gobbled it down, and started into the bedroom to dress. Poontang already had his clothes laid out and ready. Harry went to get the clothes and put them on, but with a snap of Poontang’s fingers he was fully dressed and his valise by his hand.

“Poontang is able to dress Master if he is in a hurry. Does master wish me to apparate him to his school?”

“Yes I do, thank you, Poontang,” said Harry, and in a few seconds Harry was standing at the front gate of Hogwarts. He still had 15 minutes left until eight o’clock. Harry was very glad now that he had let Gabrielle pleasure him; a good morning blowjob really did get the day started off right. Something he hoped he could convince Ginny of when the time came. As he came to the front doors of the school he saw Hermione, Ron, and Ginny waiting there anxiously for him. Ron looked very grumpy.

“He must have had a frustrating weekend, and it won’t be getting any better,” thought Harry with a short cruel laugh.

“Harry, we were worried about you,” said Ginny. “We thought something had happened when you didn’t come back last night.”

Harry walked right up to Ginny and put his arms around her, pulled her to him and gave her a deep soulful kiss, followed by another. Ginny was left breathless by the surprising kisses, and tingling a bit between her thighs. This wasn’t the Harry who blushed scarlet when she kissed him last spring. This Harry was more of a man, not a boy, and she now felt unsure of what to make of it. She knew that she liked this more confident version of Harry, but she was a bit worried. Where was Harry getting all this confidence from? Definitely not from sleeping with her.

Harry noticed the one with the scarlet face was Ron. Here was Harry defiantly snogging Ginny in front of him despite the warning not too. But Ron had now seen what happened to Yaxley when he had challenged Harry, and it had settled in on him that Harry was the Head Boy. There wasn’t much he could do but walk away mad. Meanwhile, Harry thought that Hermione had a very wistful look to her. Almost like she was fantasizing about something, and Harry had a good idea what it was too.

“Harry’s just fine,” he said with a laugh. “He spent the weekend learning some wicked new defense spells from Moody, some physical training to get me back in shape, doing some shopping all on his own like a big boy, and just plain resting up.”

Harry put one arm around Ginny and another around Hermione and led them into the school. As they walked in Harry noticed that Ginny snuggled in close to his body, but then was aware that Hermione was doing it also. It felt good, hopefully Ron hadn’t noticed it, and if he did, sod him anyway.

The day went well although during the breakfast there was sad news announced to the school that Aberforth Dumbledore had died over the weekend of his extended illness. In the DADA laboratory, Professor Balzhoff finally released Peeves from the crystal she had kept in the Bunsen burner for a week. Harry almost felt sorry for the little git who had literally spent a week in hell. He was released on a promise that he would stop harassing the teachers and students.

Harry and Professor Balzhoff wondered just how long it would take until Peeves figured out that Mr. Filch was neither a teacher or a student. When she released him it reminded Harry of those television shows he’d seen at the Dursley’s where they released captured animals. They acted unsure what to do at first until they realized they really were set loose, and then ran like hell for the woods. Peeves sat there gasping for a few moments in disbelief that he was free again, and then disappeared in a pop.

After the DADA class was finished, Harry retrieved the suitcases and gave them to Professor Balzhoff. She looked like she would faint at the sight of that much gold. Harry asked when the crystals would arrive and she said that they should arrive in about a week. Then she and Harry could start training on spirit capture using a Boggart she had located in an old trunk in the basement.

When classes were over for the day, Harry went to the Room of Requirement and passed the doorway three times thinking that he needed a place to train up. The door appeared and inside Harry found a gym all ready with weight training equipment to increase strength and muscle tone, as well as cardiovascular training machines to increase his stamina. There was also a spa at the back for a post-workout soak. Harry did a quick tour of the room and determined that this would work just fine for his needs. Then Harry spent about an hour working out.

Harry returned to his rooms knowing that if he overdid it he would regret it. He showered and changed clothes, and then he met with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny in the Head Boy’s office lounge to talk about the next weekend. Ginny snuggled up as close as she could to Harry, while Hermione sat close to Ron. Harry talked mostly about the training with Moody and showed the others a few defensive shield spells. Harry did notice that even though she had been gone until Sunday night, Hermione said little about where she had been all weekend. When it was nearly curfew time, they started to leave. Ginny stayed behind after Ron and Hermione began to head back to the Gryffindor common room.

“Harry, how are you feeling now?” she asked.

“I’m all right, getting better, the weekend helped.”

Ginny looked quite hesitant to ask the next question. “Are you getting all right where you were hurt at … I mean … well … is everything in working order again?”

Harry rather laughed a bit, “Yes, it getting all right, I just need some time.”

Staring down at the floor Ginny asked another question, “are they getting were they work all right?”

“What?” asked a slightly confused Harry.

“Your … your balls, Harry. Are you able to cum without hurting? Are you going to be all right for future stud purposes?”

“Yes, Ginny. I think I’m going to be all right in that department. I carried some gloves with me this weekend.”

“Everything worked like it should then, no pain? I ask because some of the girls were saying that sometimes when a boy gets kicked in the nuts they stop working, and it’s just like he was castrated even though they’re still hanging there.”

“I’m not a eunuch. I can still do what needs doing. It’s just a bit tender down there yet.”

“Harry, when you’re ready to test them for real, let me know, we’ll find a place somewhere. The room of requirement, or put a locking spell on the door and do it on the couch here if that’s all we can find. I love you, Harry, I want you.”

“I love you and I want you too,” said Harry, getting a bit randy by Ginny aggressive behavior. “Just be a bit patient yet.”

“Are you sure you really want me, Harry? I mean if you don’t … I don’t know whether to believe you sometimes.”

It was hard for Harry to see her so dejected. He wanted her, and fully planned to have her when he was ready. He just needed time to get up to the proper length to please her. Moreover, the experience in pleasing a woman that he was getting from the Delacours wasn’t a bad thing either. Harry took Ginny’s hand in his and pressed her thumb and forefinger against the stiffness forming in his trousers. Ginny could feel the hard swollen cock just underneath the fabric, Harry slid her fingers up and down several inches of the member causing it to stiffen more and press back against the fabric of the trousers.

“Tell me something, Ginny,” said Harry. “Do you believe what you’re feeling right now?”

“Oh god, Harry, yes, yes, yes, I believe you,” said an embarrassed and flustered Ginny. “Harry, I didn’t know it was this big.”

“Would you like for Harry to take his big swollen cock, stick it up your cunt hole and fuck you all night long.”

“Oh god yes, Harry, fuck me, fuck me now, right here.”

“Do you want to be my bitch?”

“Hell yes! I want to be your bitch.”

“Then wait until I’m ready for you. I’ll make it worth your while to wait. I promise.”

“But Harry … sometimes I feel like … I guess I’m just confused right now. I don’t know why.”

“Trust me then, Ginny. Just trust me, everything I’ve done has been for us, but there are things that I have to do before we can be together. You know that, so trust me.”

As she left to return to the Gryffindor common room, Harry reflected on the fact that he was becoming more sexually confident. It showed in how he acted, it showed in how Ginny looked at him now. It would have been inconceivable to him six weeks ago to take a girls hand and let her feel up his cock, he wouldn’t have had the nerve to do it. There was no way he could have talked so boldly with Ginny of having sex with her.

Harry also knew that if Ginny had felt of his cock back then he would have cum in his pants at her first touch. He had kept control of himself, but he was still left with an erection and a bed upstairs without Ginny in it. Despite that, Harry knew that what goes up must come down and he knew how to make it come down. But before he summoned Winky he’d take a hot soaking bath. Even though he knew that Winky would suck his dick regardless of how funky it smelled he still thought it a common courtesy to clean it first.

One of Harry’s favorite privileges of being Head Boy was having his own private whirlpool bathtub to soak in at his leisure. Harry stripped off and lit a few candles around the tub for soft light. Getting in the tub he lay back in the warm swirling waters with his eyes closed and just relaxed. Harry knew that he needed to get into shape for Ginny, not to mention being ready for Fleur on Saturday. That meant that training had to become a daily routine.

As he lay there his mind wandered over the events of the weekend, the agreement he had made, and the wonderful sex he had enjoyed. Harry had had sex with three different beautiful women since Friday, four if you counted the elf who became Alicia. Harry felt his manhood stiffening again as the water brushed against it. He thought of the wonderful blowjob he’d received just that morning, it was almost as if he was having it done all over again. He spread his thighs further as the waters massaged his cock in what felt like a rhythmic stroke. Harry was actually getting off just sitting in the bathtub. He felt the muscles begin to tense as climax approached; Harry just relaxed and let it happen. In a few moments Harry ejaculated into the pool waters and sighed quite contentedly. He opened his eyes and looked down to see if there were any remaining red flecks in his cum.

“AHH!” exclaimed a startled Harry as he looked down into the water and saw a face staring back at him.

“Hello, Harry, he he he,” snickered the face of Moaning Myrtle as the ropy strands of Harry’s ejaculate floated inside her head. “My how you’ve grown from the last time I saw you, Harry. But I like big boys.”

“Myrtle, what are doing in my tub?” asked Harry.

“Giving you some head, you big dummy,” laughed Myrtle. “What does it look like?”

With that she opened her mouth and enveloped Harry shrinking cock. Harry now felt the same sensation he had been feeling before. It had been Myrtle who had caused Harry to ejaculate in the tub. Myrtle floated up through the water and sat down on the seat of the toilet looking down at Harry.

“Did it feel good, Harry?”

“Yes … it felt good; I was just surprised a bit. I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Only in warm water, otherwise our touch feels cold and icky to you. But in the warm water you can feel us when we go into our translucent phase. Most of the boys have liked it once they got used to it, a couple of boys have freaked out over the years though.”

“You’ve done this to other boys then?”

“Of course, Harry, what did you think Cedric and I were doing sharing a bath when you two were in that contest together? He was examining the golden egg, while I was draining his two eggs under the water. When he shot his load the golden egg fell into the water and I heard the singing. That’s how he found out about the clue to the second task. I was going to see if I could give you some similar encouragement in the tub back then, but your cock was so tiny that it wasn’t worth bothering with. Cedric had such an enormous dick, I loved to play with it and suck him. He joked that his stupid friends wondered why he took lots and lots of baths.”

“Well thank you for taking care of me tonight,” said Harry who reluctantly had to admit that the sensation had been quite pleasurable; it was just the shock of discovery that had upset him.

“It was my pleasure, but why didn’t you invite Ginny up for a quick round of rompy-pompy. I enjoy watching too. Maybe we could do a three way in the pool some night. There are some girls, whom I won’t name, that like taking baths with me too.”

“Sounds interesting, but I can’t, there is a spell on the hallway door and the balcony door that prevents a girl from coming in to the room.”

“What about the other door?” Myrtle asked.

“There is no other door.”

“Yes there is, right over there,” said Myrtle pointing at the closet in the bedroom.

Harry got out of the tub and dried off, then followed Myrtle to the closet; inside he saw nothing but his clothes and robes on hangers, and the full-length mirror set into the wall at the back.

“What door are you talking about, Myrtle?” asked a confused Harry.

“This one,” she said as she passed through the mirror and disappeared. Her head popped back through the glass. “This isn’t really a mirror, Harry, it’s a doorway, but I’m not sure how you would open it for you to pass through.”

Harry put out his hand to feel for a catch in the framework, but he couldn’t find any mechanical latch. This meant it probably required magic to open the door. Harry took out his wand and tried to think of a good door-opening spell, but as soon as his wand touched the mirror, it began to shimmer, and then disappeared. Where the mirror had been moments ago, apparently mounted into a wall of solid stone, there was now a passageway into a hidden chamber.

“Of course,” thought Harry. “It’s simple magic, the mirror opens to the touch of the Head Boy’s wand. The secret passage lets the Head Boy bring in girls for clandestine shagging fests.”

The chamber was very small, and dangerous for the unwary. The inside room was only about four feet square and maybe seven feet high. Most of the space was taken up by a large hole in the floor that seemed to drop straight down forever. Maybe this wasn’t what Harry had thought it was. Harry turned behind him and waved his wand at the opening. There was a shimmer and the glass mirror returned, but from the inside the mirror was just clear glass. So a person inside the hidden chamber could see if anyone was inside the Head Boy’s room before they entered. It must just simply be a hiding place, but if that was so, then why the big hole in the floor, and where did that lead?

“Harry, I see something moving down there,” said Myrtle. “Something is coming up; I don’t know what it is.”

“Lumos!” said Harry to bring more light into the chamber. Holding his wand over the hole Harry saw the object moving up to him was a large heavy rope. The rope came out of the hole and moved up until the very tip end touched the ceiling of the chamber, then it stopped. Looking down Harry saw that at the level of his feet there was a large knot tied in the rope with a metal step caught up in the knot. Evidently, the room was an escape route; you stood on the metal bar and rode the rope down.

Harry knew it was dangerous to try going down the rope, but he was too intensely curious not to. He went back into his bedroom and got dressed. Returning to the chamber he carefully stepped onto the rope knot and took a firm grip of the rope in front of him. Harry touched his wand to the rope and muttered “Descendo.” After a moment’s hesitation, the rope began to slowly retreat into the depths from which it had come.

The trip down to the bottom took about a minute, most of which Harry could see nothing beneath him, he was just simply sinking into darkness. The rope ended in a large woven basket which had steps made beside it to allow the rider to step down to the floor level. The chamber here was larger than above, but only about ten by twelve feet. The size of a small bedroom in a flat. There were two doorways that led from the chamber; one looked to lead back into the castle, the other away from it. A way in from the castle and a way outside the castle, very smart thought Harry.

Whoever had devised the chamber was at least consistent in their use of magic. A touch of his wand to the wall leading into the castle caused it to pull back to form a narrow opening much like the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron formed an opening into Diagon Alley. Harry wasn’t exactly sure where he was, but it was near the dungeons in the basement, and not too far from where the Slytherin common room was hidden. Harry had no desire to explore the dungeons at night so he closed the doorway and went to examine the other way out.

That door opened as the same as the other two, showing a tunnel which hadn’t been used in quite some time. Harry turned to Myrtle who had floated down behind him.

“Myrtle, will you please do me a favor? Please don’t tell anyone about the other door or the chamber. Let’s keep it our special secret, all right?”

“Can I come up and share your bath with you again?” she asked.

“Of course you can, I enjoyed what you did. I was just surprised by your being there.”

“All right then, it’s our little secret, bye-bye,” she said, and then she gave a little wail and disappeared up the rope shaft.

Carefully Harry followed the tunnel for about fifteen to twenty minutes until it ended in another door. Cautiously opening the door, Harry found himself in an underground room that had a rickety old wooden stairway that led up. Looking behind him Harry saw no trace of the doorway he had just passed through. Panic hit him for a moment that maybe he had trapped himself outside the castle in the middle of the night. Using his wand, Harry saw that the doorway reappeared at a touch. Harry placed some rocks at the door’s location in the wall so he could remember its location.

While in the tunnel, Harry had calculated his direction and distance and estimated that he must be heading towards Hogsmeade, as he came up from the lower room Harry found he had been correct. He was in an old wood storage shed on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Harry had seen the shed several times during visits to Hogsmeade, but had never had any reason to explore it further. The lower room seemed to be a repository for old rusty cauldrons and empty potion bottles. The important thing was that Harry was outside the castle.

Since he was off school grounds Harry was now free to apparate back to the Golden Unicorn whenever he wished. He also had a way from inside the castle of bringing Ginny into his room for a quick romp, or taking her out of the castle with him to a rented room in the Three Broomsticks. This had real possibilities.

Going back downstairs, Harry deciding to try his luck. He took out the portkey he carried around his neck, said his name aloud, and touched his wand to the key. It worked; Harry was in the oubliette, using his wand he opened the door into his suite of rooms.

“Poontang, come to master,” said Harry, and there was the expected immediate pop as she appeared.

“Master … you is here. Poontang is not expecting Master tonight.”

“I’ve found a way out of the castle, but I want you to keep it secret that I’m here. I’m not supposed to be, and there will be trouble for me if it’s found out.”

“Poontang will say nothing to bring trouble to her good Master. What is your desire?”

Harry found he had developed two desires. The workout, the walk, and now the excitement of the discovery had made him hungry for a snack, which Poontang brought him. The other desire was more carnal, even though he had already had his balls drained once this evening by Myrtle, Harry still had Ginny on his mind. Harry visualized his parting with Ginny a few hours earlier and had Poontang take on her form.

When Harry opened his eyes there stood Ginny just as he had seen her leave. The swelling in his trousers began in earnest; Harry was refreshed and ready for a good long shag. He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom where they disrobed. Ginny lay on her back as Harry positioned himself to mount her. A little lubricant helped get the entry started and Harry sunk his cock to root inside her in one motion. While Ginny moaned and gasped in pleasure Harry worked on maintaining control of his lust, backing off before he got too far and lost it. When they seemed to become fatigued in one position they would reconfigure themselves to a new one and start back again.

Even though he was in very good physical shape, Harry began to perspire heavily and felt the little rivulets of sweat form into a stream of moisture running into the crack of his arse. After about 5 minutes of workout Harry was breathing hard. It became obvious to him that he definitely needed to be doing those daily workouts to increase his strength and stamina. Shagging was hard work, but just like all hard work it came with a payoff in the end.

For the third time in less than 24 hours Harry felt his seventeen-year-old libido arise to meet the challenge, he drove his cock into Ginny to the root, and produced a stream of hot semen. The orgasm was long and intense. Harry just knelt on the bed for to recuperate, Ginny’s heels on his shoulders, drawing deep breaths to pull oxygen into his system, feeling the heat shimmer from his body along with the coolness of the perspiration beaded on his skin. He was exhausted, but he never felt better.

Harry slept until just before dawn, and then Poontang awoke and dressed him. Harry used the portal entryway to return as it would take him back to same point he had left from. The greatest fear Harry had was that the passages wouldn’t work as expected going back, but they did. It all seemed so simple. The doorways opened for him, and when Harry remounted the rope it began to ascend to the third floor of the tower. Stepping out of the mirror Harry was back in his rooms as if nothing had happened. Harry began calculating the time required and figured that he could leave his room and be in his private flat in the Golden Unicorn in about 20 minutes. Not too bad for a clandestine movement.

A quick morning shower, a change of clothes and Harry was ready to put in an appearance for breakfast. At the breakfast table Harry saw Ginny there waiting for him, a smile on her face. Harry felt a residual twinge in his manhood just from the sight of her. It was amazing how real the elves could appear to be, Harry knew he had to keep the two separate in his mind, or there would be trouble some day. Still, as he saw the sun’s rays coming through the stained glass, he could only think of what a beautiful day it was.