Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2006 22:59:02 +0100 (GMT Daylight Time)
From: Rick <rick.s (at) homecall (dot) co (dot) uk>
Subject: Raging teenage hormones & the devious side of Harry Potter

	RAGING TEENAGE HORMONES & THE DEVIOUS SIDE OF HARRY POTTER

				  By Rick

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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Other than Harriet
Proett, all belong to J.K. Rowling, various publisher's and film
companies. This is just me having a little fun with my favourite character.

If you are too young, or it is illegal to read erotic material depicting
sexual acts between teenage boys who may or may not be of legal age where
you reside, then please do not read further. You must not read further if
it is illegal to read such material in your country or state either.

You have been warned. Rick...e-mail; brit-uk at homecall . co . uk




The dark haired boy lay wide awake in his four poster bed. It was light,
and checking his watch he saw he had been laid for over an hour awaiting
the time to get up. He fumbled for his glasses and put them on, determined
to wait for his dorm mate Ron to awake and as soon as he got up he would
too, following him into the boy's bathroom. He made a point as often as he
could, of doing this in order to satisfy his hunger of laying eyes on Ron's
morning wood as they stood at the urinals relieving themselves.

It had all started very early during the term following the summer break
almost three years ago. It was about the time his hormones first kicked in
and he had just turned thirteen. As if he didn't have enough on his plate
with everything else in his fucked up life, he then found himself deluged
with all these strange, weird, yet exciting thoughts and feelings. It took
him six months to realize he was sexually fixating on his best mate
Ron. Toward's the end of that year he began to suspect that he was gay.

He had now put up with it for almost two and a half years and finally,
after all that time, coming to terms with the fact that he was most
definitely different in more ways than the obvious one of being "The Boy
Who Lived". It had without doubt been very scary when the first hint of
realization dawned, though now if he was truthful with himself, and when he
felt he was ready, he knew he wouldn't give a flying fuck what anyone might
think of him. He just knew too, he had to have Ron.

He had read extensively on "gayness" and found that after reading one
particularly well informed article, he himself now subscribed to the
percentage theory. If you view humankind in total as 100%, (male and
female) then it is a commonly known fact that 10% of all humans are totally
gay. Expand the theory somewhat and presume that the 10% at the other end
of the scale are totally heterosexual. The 80% in between the two extremes
are anyone's guess. Varying by degree to opposite ends of the scale,
prevailing circumstances, the situation at the time; the theory illustrates
that the largest slice of humanity are quite gay to just a little gay. In
other words, ninety out of one hundred people have the inclination by
varying degrees to partake in a same sex relationship or encounter. The
opposite is true too. Ninety out of one hundred people also have the
inclination to a varying degree, to partake in a heterosexual relationship
or encounter.

To his absolute dismay, he knew that Ron was a total 'hetti' and that he
also fancied Hermione. The fact was, he was just too shy to act upon it
which resulted in them both constantly bickering due to their absolute
frustration with each other. Harry was also sure that Hermione was just the
same as Ron in that she loved him with a passion, but again just as with
Ron, she was also too shy to act on her feelings.

Harry, whilst awaiting sleep, often lay for long hours imagining what it
must be like to be Hermione (that is if the pair of them could ever manage
to get over their appalling shyness). Musing over the possible hot
scenarios, he envisioned Ron's weight laid on her and the incredible
feeling she would experience as he filled her with that amazing piece of
hard male flesh Harry feasted his eyes on as often as he could.

One of his favourite things to do as he lay there lost in his erotic
fantasies was to tuck his own penis as far down between his legs as he
could get it, then close them and gently stroke round the hair of his groin
imagining he was caressing his own vagina's pubic mound. He could, if he
concentrated hard enough, morph it into the perfect shape, and had so far
managed on several of these occasions, to shrink his penis by about half.

 He had been able for ages now, to fatten it, lengthen it, or as with all
other boys, just maintain his natural seven inch erection. He could
lengthen his foreskin at will, or turn it into a perfectly circumcised
version. He just couldn't as yet manage to go the whole hog and reverse it
on itself, thus forming what he pictured in his mind as being a perfect
vagina. After many more often frustrating hours of practice, he had managed
to form the area around his nipples into buds. His achievement to date with
the shrinking and bud's had taken about nine months to master, and in his
uniquely determined way, he was convinced he would master it completely and
become a true metamorphmagus just like their Auror friend Tonks. He knew
instinctively that all he had to do was to keep practicing and deepen his
levels of concentration to achieve his goal of becoming a fully functioning
girl.

 The weeks crept slowly by with Harry slipping off to the library as often
as he could to read everything he could get his hands on regarding his
burgeoning ability of being a metamorphmagus. He knew he was slowly but
surely succeeding and as the weeks turned into months, he could now shrink
his penis to just the beginnings of an opening with a perfectly formed set
of labia and wonderfully shaped mound above it. His attempts at breasts
were also amazing now, with a substantial handful in each of them and
wonderfully dark and large areolas and nipples topping them off. He could
grow his hair and soften his facial features with a mere thought, and was
also working on feminizing his large masculine hands and feet.

He was excited and anticipating the time when he would be able to penetrate
himself with the replica of "Ron's penis" he had conjured up. He was
particularly proud of its realism and each time he saw Ron's in the flesh,
he would burn the image into his memory. He used the memory to alter the
model until it was the absolute perfect copy of Ron's more than ample
penis. He had made it to be supple yet firm. It was hot and velvety to the
touch with the underlying hardness and feel of a very live erect penis. He
had even gone as far as to have it pulsing to be just off beat with his own
heartbeat. He couldn't wait to experience the feeling of the large heavy
balls swinging against his bum as he used the penis for what it was made to
do.

Now, after a total of two and a half years intense and often very
frustrating effort he felt he was getting somewhere very close to total and
functional change. His oath to himself that he would achieve his goals by
his sixteenth birthday looked evermore promising. He had managed to morph
his features into a close proximity of Hermione. Not too close, but similar
enough to stir Ron if his long thought out plan came to fruition.

Five months on, and during the first week of June he had at last managed to
morph his penis and scrotum enough to be able to insert about a quarter of
the model of "Ron's penis" into the resulting "almost vagina". The
sensation was amazing. He had to cast a silencing charm because the
feelings were so intense he just couldn't keep quiet. He knew that when he
orgasmed it would be very deep and prolonged. He had put a "cum" charm on
the copied penis, so a cleansing spell would be very necessary as well.

As the summer holiday grew ever nearer, he began worrying that when he
returned to no 4 Privet Drive, he wouldn't be able to continue to practice
after they broke-up for this, the longest of school holidays. He needn't
have worried at all as it happened because he was summoned to Dumbledore's
office. He informed him that he wasn't returning to the Dursleys this
summer, but would have to spend his entire Christmas break there
instead. His Uncle Vernon and the family were away in America courtesy of
his company's parent corporation, and would be away for an entire six
months. He was on a training programme.

He had contacted Dumbledore and very tongue in cheek, had said he was very
sorry that they wouldn't be able to put Harry up this summer, and further
hoped he wouldn't be too upset by this turn of events. (Yeah right!)
Dumbledore went on to say that he had arranged for him to stay at No 12
Grimmauld Place under the care of Professor Lupin. He added that the
Weasley's would join him there in time for his birthday. They would only
stay for a few days then they would all, including Harry, return to "The
Burrow" till' school started back on the 1st of September.

As he started his summer holiday at No 12 Grimmauld Place he was soon able
to get into a routine. His days were spent chatting to Remus, dinner with
whoever else turned up from "The Order", then bed and on to serious amounts
of practice. By the third week of June he could get "Ron's penis" in to the
balls, and with a simple spell it would fuck him into oblivion, giving him
and itself multiple orgasms that left him an utter and throbbing wreck. He
took to leaving the penis deeply inserted into his vagina to see if he
could continually wake up in his metamorphous form the next morning.

His first attempt took place just a few day's after his first success, and
after being well and truly fucked by "Ron's penis", he checked his curtains
locking charms and very quickly drifted off to sleep. He slept dreamlessly
and as morning came he slowly surfaced into consciousness. His first
conscious sensation was one of fullness and extreme eroticism. He became
aware of a pulsing sensation deep within himself. As he realized what it
was he quickly became wide awake. He began to slowly feel all over his
body, and to his absolute delight, found it still in its perfect female
form.

Checking his silencing and locking charms were still intact he felt down to
the throbbing model penis that was still firmly embedded in his tingling
and wet vagina. Giving his recently acquired clitoris a rather thrilling
and gentle tweak, he set the penis into a long slow thrusting motion, and
simply laid back for the ride. He wasn't disappointed. He began to wonder
how girls could ever get enough of these most wonderful sensations. The
feel of the hard veiney shaft sliding back and forth, and the heavy balls
swinging against his bottom sent him into mindless paroxysms of sensual
pleasure. He had had no idea it would be this good.

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He knew he was ready, and all he had to do now was work on Dumbledore to
get his agreement for his birthday plans. He had already set the wheels in
motion with his friends and had tentatively invited Ron on his planned trip
to Diagon Alley to look at the latest brooms, and to purchase other bits
and pieces of quidditch equipment. He made up his mind that he would
approach Dumbledore today to wheedle his permission to make the trip into
London and stay overnight in the "Leaky Cauldron". As this was Saturday, he
planned on going to see him immediately after breakfast. Hermione, along
with her parent's fortunately for Harry, would still be on holiday in
Greece, so with luck, all his hard work would come to fruition. He would
get his one night stand when he hopefully seduced Ron. If all went to plan,
he hoped to screw him to a standstill.

He had for many nights now, started his practice off by raining kisses all
over "Ron's penis", eventually going on to licking it all over whilst
gently grasping the heavy sac and gently rolling the heavy orbs within
between his fingers. He loved to do this to his own balls when he jacked
off his own not inconsiderable penis. He had long since been tasting his
own juices too, so added to the "cum" charm on "Ron's penis" was the
authentic taste of boy juice. As he got further and further into these
deeply erotic blow jobs he was, after some time, able to deep throat as
well as any professional "lady of the night". He knew without doubt that if
he, in his natural male form, was to be worked on with the same sort of
dedication, it would not only blow his socks off but would blow the windows
and doors out too.

He went to see Dumbledore, using the floo network, immediately after
breakfast. He emerged from the fireplace in the headmaster's study brushing
soot and debris from his robes. A rather startled Dumbledore looked up as
he emerged, saying; "Why Harry, what are you doing here?" He conjured a
soft fluffy chair and invited Harry to sit. Further conjuring up a tray of
tea things and hot buttered crumpets, he offered them to Harry, whilst
reaching for a crumpet himself.

After they had had their tea and crumpets Harry got down to the bones of
his mission. Thirty minutes later he had Dumbledore's permission to make
his birthday trip to Diagon Alley. He gave him permission to stay the night
as long as he took Ron along with him, also ensuring that he would at no
time be alone other than when they were in their rooms. He was satisfied
that the rooms could be heavily warded and locked, allowing only the
entitled occupant access to them. Harry would be almost perfectly safe. He
also made sure that Harry or Ron wouldn't dally too long the following day
(Saturday), as he knew that Molly Weasley had a birthday party planned. He
himself had already received his invitation to it starting at three o'clock
on the Saturday afternoon at No 12 Grimmauld Place.

Sure enough his birthday weekend arrived, and as arranged, he would floo to
"The Leaky Cauldron" this very afternoon meeting Ron there. His plan of
course was to arrive a couple of hours before Ron and get himself settled
into his room. This he did and after booking a room for himself and one for
Ron, he excitedly made his way to his room. After putting his small bag on
the bed and slipping his invisibility cloak on, he exited, locked his door
and made his way downstairs. Following closely behind another customer, he
went through the brick opening and on into Diagon Alley.

After a careful look round, he darted down another alley that was up the
side of the clothes shop he was going to visit. He slipped off his cloak
putting it in the spare bag he's brought with him then left the alley and
entered the shop to quickly buy the girls clothes he would need when in his
metamorphmagus form. When he got a queer look from the witch behind the
counter he had the answer ready that they were a gift for his girlfriend.
He paid particular attention to picking out the sexiest negligee he could
find, making sure that it was definitely see-through.

Once he had made his purchases and put them into his bag it was an easy
enough matter to sneak un-noticed back down the darkened alley. He slipped
the invisibility cloak over himself and quickly undressed. Once naked, he
morphed into his female form and put on his newly purchased girl's
clothes. Checking that he had put everything in his bag, including his
cloak. He went back through the brick opening, up to the bar of the pub,
and booked another room in the name of Harriet Proett.

Hurrying to his new room, he soon undressed, and morphed back into Harry.
Getting dressed as Harry again, he soon exited and locked the room. He then
went back to his first room to dump his bag and cloak. He was very happy
and relieved that no one had seen him moving between the two rooms. He made
it back to the bar and had just ordered two butterbeers when Ron stepped
out of the green flames and into the main bar. Scanning the room he soon
spotted Harry who, nodding towards an empty table, carried their
butterbeers over to join him just as Ron sat down. They made their
greetings and in typical best friend fashion began to chat excitedly about
their holiday time exploits so far, each asking what plans they had for the
remaining time off school. Quidditch of course was very prominent in said
plans. Harry gave Ron the key to the room he had booked for him, whereupon
he dashed off to dump his bag etc. He was back in his seat within five
minutes starting off all over again about the Chudley Cannon's game he had
been to see the previous week, courtesy of the twins.

They finished their butterbeers and looking at the clock realized they had
better get a move on if they were to visit Fred and George at "Weasley's
Wizarding Wheezes" before they closed for the night. Harry was astounded at
the many different lines they now carried and silently marvelled that each
and every one was the brainchild of one or the other twin. Taking it all
in, and the obvious fact that they were making brilliant money, he had
trouble understanding why their mother was so dead set against this
particular venture. He supposed that it didn't help that they had both left
school early, not finishing their sixth and seventh years. It was obvious
that they were truly quite brilliant at what they had chosen to do. It gave
Harry a very warm glow when he thought about how it was his tri-wizard
winnings that had started them on their way. He knew in his heart that they
would become very successful and impossibly rich.

They bade farewell to the twins and spent another hour browsing through
"Quality Quidditch Supplies" before making their way back to the inn and
settling in for an enjoyable dinner. When they had finished, Harry pleaded
tiredness and told Ron that anything he wanted in the way of more food or
drinks he was to put on their room tab and that he wasn't prepared to argue
about it. Ron, uncharacteristically, seemed more than happy to accept, so
saying their goodnights, Harry made his way up to Harriet's room.

He undressed in front of the mirror, making sure once he was naked, that he
put all Harry's clothes well out of sight in his bag and in the wardrobe.
Returning to the mirror he watched in fascination as he morphed into
Harriet. The resemblance to Hermione was remarkable but different enough to
clearly not actually be her. He dressed in the rather attractive clothes he
had purchased earlier, and with a final inspection and a healthy squirt of
perfume, he left the room and returned to the main bar room of the inn.

As he entered he made a point of walking close to Ron's table, smiling
sweetly as he watched his friend do a double take as he spotted
him/her/Harry. He saw too that the bar had fortunately filled up
considerably in the few minutes he/she had been gone, and continuing onto
the bar he/she ordered and paid for a butterbeer. Turning from the bar and
facing Ron's direction he stifled a giggle on seeing the open mouthed
expression on his best friends face as he openly stared at Harriet.

Boldly, she minced over to his table and breathily asked if he minded if
she sat here. Ron spluttered, "n'n'no, please, be my guest. My name is Ron
Weasley by the way, are you staying here?"  "Pleased to meet you, I'm
Harriet Proett, and yes, I'm staying here tonight." A lively conversation
began where they exchanged each others details about which schools they
went to, which year and so on, etc. Harriet opted for saying she attended
the continental school of Beaubattens, going on to explain that her Witch
mother was French and that she had insisted she attend Beaubattens rather
than Hogwarts. This was due to Voldemort's activities and her mothers fears
that Hogwarts was no longer fully safe from him. She had had the Hogwarts
invitation on her eleventh birthday and was sad that she had been unable to
attend what was the premier wizarding school in the whole world. Other than
this one white lie which Harry/Harriet found distasteful he/Harriet stuck
to truthful facts when necessary to tell them, but concentrated on drawing
details from Ron for most of the evening.

As the evening progressed it became quite apparent that Ron was truly quite
the ladies man, being totally charming, polite and the perfect gentleman.
It fell to Harriet to initiate the first tentative advance across the table
as she forced contact with their hands. Ron drew back sharply as if he had
received an electric shock then blushed madly. He cautiously returned his
hands to the table whereupon Harriet seized them in both of hers saying
whilst giggling, "I won't eat them you know, I go to Beaubattens not
Durmstrang." Ron smiled sheepishly returning the slight pressure of
Harriet's grip. As the next hour passed by and the landlord began to call
"time gentleman please," it was obvious he was in lust with Harriet and she
knew without doubt that with some careful manipulation, he would be hers if
only for this one night.

Rising from the table, he offered to walk her to her room which she
graciously accepted and held hands as they climbed the stairs. Arriving at
her door, he lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. Harriet
leant into him and brushed her lips on his cheek, then whispering in his
ear said; "If you give me five minutes to get comfortable, you could come
back for a few minutes and have a drink if you like. I have a rather nice
French liqueur I am sure you would enjoy. I have one every night to help me
sleep." He stepped back trying to believe his ears and totally not
believing his luck at this evening's chance encounter with this rather
gorgeous girl. He nodded whilst blushing madly being totally unable to find
his tongue to verbalize an answer. Harriet swept into her room, and just
before closing her door, poked her head out whispering to him; "Five
minutes." The door closed and he turned to go to his own room unable to
quell the rising excitement that his wildest dreams were about to be played
out in real life and he would at last, hopefully, lose his virginity.
Holding onto this thought he did a jig around his room as he entered it.

The five minutes whilst sat on the edge of his bed were the longest of his
life, but they did pass and almost bursting with anticipation he quietly
made his way over to Harriet's room giving a gentle tap on the door. A
muffled; "Its not locked, come in," sounded through the door, so he
cautiously opened it and went in. The sight that met his eyes was totally
beyond his wildest dreams, and as he took in the vision that was Harriet he
found he was having trouble breathing. She was actually in bed with the
thin sheet loosely covering her to her waist. Above this she was wearing
the sheerest, most transparent negligee he thought possible to imagine. He
could actually see her breasts and the dark rings of her areolas encircling
her beautifully erect nipples. She was holding her wand and watching his
reaction with what could only be described as wanton lust etched into her
beautiful features. He was sure he had died and gone to heaven, which fact
if true, didn't faze him one iota.

She flicked her wand at a bemused Ron. He gasped as he realized he was
suddenly completely naked. Another almost imperceptible flick of the wand
released loads of pheromones in Ron's direction. She watched in total and
utter fascination as his quite long and thick dangling penis began to
move. As it lengthened, the foreskin slowly rolled back revealing the
beautifully shaped glans and as if by magic, it levitated itself,
thickening out even further and more than doubling its already considerable
length. It was very quickly standing upright reaching to just beyond his
navel. She watched with rapt attention as it pulsed in rhythm with his
accelerated heartbeat, the tip now deeply purple and with a clear dew drop
of fluid oozing from the eye. His large and pendulous balls hanging
underneath added to the extreme eroticism of this most magic of moments. He
had blushed bright red over his entire body.

She knew from her conjured model that it was 8" long and also knew without
doubt she would not be able to encompass its girth with one hand. She felt
her own juices flow and the start of the deliciously thrilling sensation
deep within her that was already beginning to demand it be itched. She knew
her nipples were standing proud as she watched Ron's eyes fasten onto the
gossamer fabric of her translucent nightie.

Ron now knew without doubt that he had in fact died and was not just in
heaven, but had definitely arrived in seventh heaven. He watched Harriet
glide off the bed and slowly move over to him. His eyes flicked from her
breasts to her clearly visible pubic hair and the mysterious delights
hidden within. As she came to a stop directly in front of him he watched as
she slowly sank to her knees feeling her hot breath on his genitals as she
leant in to take her first intoxicating breath of what she regarded as pure
essence of Ron. He gasped as she gently cupped his balls and began to
gently roll them slowly around in their sac. She next licked up the entire
length of his throbbing cock, stopping at the tip to play her tongue around
the ridge of his glans. His knees began to shake and he feared that he
wouldn't be able to remain standing, so grasping her gently under her arms
he lifted her to her feet, picked her up, and walked over to the bed gently
placing her on it. He slowly lowered himself onto the bed too, and swept
into her, kissing her passionately.

As he drew back from their kiss they both shuffled around till' they were
laid facing each other, pressed so closely together they were almost as
one. Drawing back from another passionate kiss their hands were all over
each other. Harriet's body was on fire as one of his hands caressed her
breast whilst with the other he was very gently tweaking her clitoris. She
was running one hand over his ridged and quivering abs with the other
firmly fixed around his madly throbbing erection. Tugging on his penis she
whispered; "Now, take me now." He moved between her legs, which she drew
back and lifted till' her ankles were resting on his broad muscular
shoulders. Reaching down once more for his penis she pulled it to her
opening and thrust forward impaling herself on it. He thrust forward as far
as he could go, sinking to his low hanging balls, and revelling in the
silky moist heat that now enveloped him. They both began to thrust madly
and within seconds, Harriet threw her head back making the tendons in her
neck stand out as she moaned loudly due to the intense contractions
overtaking her body as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched,
forcing her vagina further to the bed and putting intolerable pressure on
Ron's already 'at bursting point' penis. His orgasm ripped through his body
and he thrust deeply into Harriet grinding his pubic bone against her
clitoris. This set Harriet off all over again. She became stiff as a board
as her orgasm intensified not realizing that she was screaming fit to wake
the dead.

As the wonderful sensations subsided and sanity returned she began to
notice the amazing libido of her sixteen year old lover. She knew that in
her natural form ofHarry, he was capable of maintaining an erection through
maybe three orgasms, sometimes as many as four without losing it.
Admittedly, the orgasms took longer to achieve after the first one and it
could be as much as thirty to forty minutes of hard action to get off for
the fourth time.

As Ron began to build up to his second shot, his penis seemed to have got
bigger and harder as he pounded in and out of her. His now relaxed balls
were swinging manically against her bum as he repeatedly thrust into the
root giving her clitoris a delicious grind each time he bottomed out. She
knew he was close to his second orgasm as his balls became less noticeable
and she knew they were tightening up ready to blow once more. As he came
hard into her again she thought she could actually feel the glans swell
inside her. Such was the sensation, both physical and emotional, she was
herself racked with the pulsing waves of another powerful orgasm. The sheet
beneath them was pooled with their fluids and would require a heavy
cleaning and drying charm in order to put it right once this night was
over.

The night, as it turned out, was six hours of total action love making with
the briefest of rests in between. After Merlin knows how many mind-blowing
fucks, they collapsed against each other and slept. A little over three
hours sleep later, Harriet's silent alarm vibrated against her
wrist. Carefully, she disentangled herself from Ron, thankfully managing
not to wake him. Moving to the desk, she quickly wrote a note explaining
that she had to be up and out to meet her mother, also thanking him for the
most amazing night of her life and expressing her wish that their schools
weren't so far apart. Carefully placing the parchment on the nightstand she
quietly moved to the wardrobe retrieving Harry's bag of clothes. She
quietly gathered up her own clothes after throwing her robe over herself to
cover her nakedness. Unable to resist, she gently lifted the duvet around
Ron's mid-section to take a final peek at his wonderful penis. She very
carefully leant over and kissed it, then gently lowered the duvet back into
place. She then made a very stealthy retreat and left for Harry's room, his
bed and some very erotic dreams.

END