Harry was having the best time of his life; he was

with the people he cared about the most, and he

was at the event of the year; the Quidditch World
Cup. Harry, Hermione, and most of the Weasley
family had just arrived at the campground, and Harry
already knew it was going to be a match that he’d
never forget.
Mr. Weasley had just asked Harry, Hermione and
Ron to go and fetch some water for their tent. As
they made their way through the mass of exotic
tents and people, Harry was stopped by an odd
looking salesman. The salesman wasn’t even trying
to blend into the muggle environment; his
appearance was way over the top; flashy orange
and yellow clothing, topped off with a bright neon
green top hat.
Harry would have simply continued on walking,
brushing the madman aside, but for some reason he
was drawn to him.
‘You look like a young man interested in taking a
chance on an ancient and long-lost book’ said the
salesman with enthusiasm. ‘The only one in
existence; able to grant any owner the access to the
most forbidden fruit known to man’ continued the
salesman as Ron and Hermione kept walking,
leaving Harry alone with the salesman.

 ‘What’s in this miracle book?’ asked a skeptical

Harry, now searching for it in the hands of the
salesman.
‘No-no-no!’ said the man wagging his finger at Harry.
‘You must first show me you have the necessary
money’
Harry, still skeptical of the traveling salesman, slowly
reached into his money bag to show the man he had
plenty of money. Before pulling any money out
however, he asked, ‘How much is it going to cost
me?’
‘For a young student, burdened by the cost of paying
for school… ten Galleons!’ responded the flashy
salesman, clearly unsure whether Harry would bite
and purchase the book.
Harry showed the salesman that he indeed had the
required gold.
In an instance, the salesman waved his wand
making Harry’s gold disappear, and replacing it with
a heavy leather-bound book. As Harry was about to
tell the salesman to stop, he had vanished,
disapparating before Harry even agreed to buy the
book.

 ‘Probably full of blank pages’ thought Harry as he

waved his wand and made the book disappear until
he had time to take a closer look at it.
‘Come on Harry’ yelled Hermione and Ron, after
realizing they had lost Harry.
Unsure of why, Harry felt that he’d better keep the
book secret, in order not to be made a joke of or
chided by his friends for buying a mysterious book
for ten Galleons before even opening it.
Harry, Ron and Hermione continued on down the
path, through both the Irish and Bulgarian
supporters, stopping to talk to any friendly faces they
saw.
The long walk to the water well was a great
opportunity for Harry and Ron to stare at some of
the more exotic and unbelievably attractive foreign
witches. It had been last year that both Harry and
Ron had discovered a different side to the girls of
Hogwarts. Both Harry and Ron would feel
themselves get horny at the possibility of cracking
one of the more attractive girl’s unbreakable shells.
Stripping them naked and having their way with
them is what consumed both of Harry and Ron’s
minds, ninety percent of the day. Walking to the well
also gave them the opportunity to stare at their good

 but incredible attractive best friend, Hermione, whom

they always walked behind, not because she was
the one holding the map, but because Hermione had
one of hottest asses either of the boys had ever
seen.
Hermione was sporting tight blue jeans, perfect for
showing off her small but tight teen ass. Every once
and a while Hermione would glance backs and see
Ron and Harry staring at her ass, but she’d never
say anything. She kept quiet, not because she didn’t
want to embarrass them, but because she liked the
extra attention. In truth, Hermione knew all about
sex; she had been educated by her parents in the
summer, and although Hermione enjoyed teasing
both her best friends and the rest of the boys at
Hogwarts, Hermione would never consider giving
into their lustful advances.
As they reached the community well, Ron gave
Hermione the empty bucket to fill with water, wanting
the opportunity to watch Hermione bend over. Just
as Hermione got to work, a fellow Gryffindor,
Seamus Finnigan approached Harry and Ron.
‘Hey Harry, hey Ron, how’s it going’ roared an
excited Seamus. ‘Come to show your support for
Ireland!’

Harry and Ron had been staring straight at

Hermione’s ass when Seamus had interrupted their
viewing pleasure. They snapped out of their reverie,
just as Seamus finished his sentence.
‘Yeah! Yeah!’ mumbled a slightly embarrassed Harry
and Ron.
Seamus, realizing what they were staring at,
changed the subject to Hermione in an instant. ‘Boy,
I’d like to crack that egg!’ he said now joining Harry
and Ron in staring at Hermione.
‘You’re telling me’ sighed a dejected Ron.
‘Well… luck seems to be on my side today, so I think
I’ll take a crack at her’ said Seamus as he starting
walking towards Hermione.
Both Harry and Ron were taken off-guard by the
sudden impulsive actions of their friend. Before they
could say anything to Seamus, he had already made
it to Hermione and given her ass a hard squeeze,
saying something inaudible to her which both Harry
and Ron could not hear. To their amazement,
Hermione smiled at Seamus as he finished talking
and let go of her ass. However, as Hermione lifted
up the full bucket of water she had collected; both
Harry and Ron realized the peril Seamus was now
in. In an instant, she had dumped the entire contents

 on to Seamus’s head and started refilling it without

saying another word.
Seamus walked back to Harry and Ron, and to their
shock, was smiling from ear to ear.
‘Why are you smiling Seamus’ asked Ron. ‘Didn’t
you just get shutdown?’
‘Yeah… I sure did’ he responded, ‘but at least I got a
good squeeze in first’
All three of them laughed as Hermione continued to
pump the water and fill the bucket.
After a long walk back to their campsite, Harry and
Ron collapsed upon entering the tent, exhausted by
the long walk. After a good lunch; Harry made Ron
follow him into the empty girl’s tent while everyone
else was distracted. Harry whipped out his wand and
out of thin air, the mysterious black leather-bound
book he had bought appeared.
‘What’s that?’ asked a confused Ron.
‘I don’t really know, but I thought I’d show you before
Hermione, just in case it’s something stupid’
responded Harry, as he opened the untitled leather
cover.

 The first page had the title written in ink, right in the
center of the page, ‘Spellbook of Desires’. However,
it seemed to have no author and no description of
what the book was about.
Harry quickly turned the page over to find an index,
listing every chapter in the book. To Harry and Ron’s
amazement, the first chapter was titled ‘Sexual
Inhibitions’ and the rest were titled similarly, all with
sexual connotations. Harry and Ron were both
excited at the prospect of discovering spells and
potions which would unlock their wildest dreams, so
they turned the page as fast as they could. On the
top of the next page read the title, ‘Sexual
Inhibitions’, with a short description underneath.
It read:
Have you ever desired what you knew you could
never have; a stranger, a secret crush or even a
close friend. Does their icy cold attitude make it
impossible to break that shell-like exterior? If you
ever wanted someone to submit to your every desire
with no ill consequences, then this potion will satisfy
your every need! This potion will release your
intended target’s every sexual inhibition until they
become your total sexual slave!
Warning, the intended target will only be sexually
uninhibited for the intended benefactor, No one else!

 It looked good to both Harry and Ron as they closely

read and re-read the description. To their obvious
and delighted amazement, the potion-work seemed
very simple, so simple in fact, that they could
concoct the potion in no time at all. The directions
stated that all that was needed was hot water, a hair
from the intended benefactor, and a few simple
wand movements.
At the bottom of the instructions read out the time
limit the potion would have: This concoction will last
for only one hour and upon its conclusion, the
drinker will have no memory of that hour’s exploits.
Enjoy!
Harry and Ron looked at each other, ‘I’m first!’ both
shouted as smirks formed on their faces.
‘It’s my book!’ retorted a defensive Harry.
‘So’ responded Ron. ‘You’re my guest’
Knowing that they would never settle who would
inevitably go first, they decided to draw straws. Harry
found a stick, broke it in two and held them up for
Ron to choose. Ron picked the smaller of the two,
leaving Harry with the largest, and the right to go
first.

 ‘Tell me how it goes, at least, because we both know

who you’re going to use it on” pouted Ron, knowing
that Harry had Hermione in mind.
Ron left as Harry began to prepare the ingredients.
Harry heated up some water, found a cup, plucked a
hair from his head and performed the simple spell,
making the water glow a bright green before turning
clear again. Harry next had to think of a way to lure
Hermione into the tent and drink the hot beverage
with no questions asked.
As Harry formulated a plan to trick Hermione into
drinking the potion, Ron was busy at work trying to
find Hermione and make sure Harry wouldn’t be the
first into her panties. Ron quickly found her sitting
down at the table in the other lounge playing
wizard’s chess with Ginny. Ron had to find an
excuse to get her away as soon as possible. So, he
found the bucket of water they had retrieved from
the well, and poured the entire contents down the
bathroom sink.
‘Hermione! I thought you said you filled the bucket,
there’s no water left!’ Ron complained, as best he
could.
‘What?’ responded a confused Hermione. ‘I know I
filled it, let me see’

 Hermione looked and was shocked to see it empty.

‘Hmmpf’ she said, ‘I guess I can go fill it up again,
seeing that it was my responsibility’
‘Oh, and take your time’ Ron said with a small smirk
growing on his face. Ron knew that Harry would not
be able to wait long enough for Hermione to return,
opting instead to use the potion on another
unsuspecting girl.
Hermione made it outside the tent with the bucket,
but was quickly confronted by an excited Harry.
“Hermione! Perfect, I want you to try something I just
bought, it’s the best drink I’ve ever tasted!’ said
Harry excitedly.
‘Sure Harry, but first I need to get some more water,
then I’ll be right back’ Hermione said happily.
Harry re-entered the girl’s tent, ecstatic that
Hermione was finally going to be his. As Harry
looked up to see where he had placed the cup of
potion, he was horrified to see the red-headed Ginny
Weasley gulping down the entire contents of the
cup.
‘Wait Ginny, don---’ stammered an alarmed Harry.

But it was too late, Ginny had drunk the entire glass,
and the effects were already apparent. Ginny turned
around slowly, massaging her small left breast with
her left hand while her right was busy at work buried
down her rather small skirt.
Harry had never even thought of Ginny in this kind of
way. She was a year younger then him, not to
mention his best friend’s younger and only sister.
Only now did Harry really appreciate how hot Ginny
Weasley actually was. Her breasts were a little
smaller than Hermione, but her body was just as hot
and just as tight. Perhaps letting her drink the potion
wasn’t such a huge mistake.
As Harry contemplated his options, Ginny was busy
at work removing her pullover sweater and her plaid
skirt. Her hands were hard at work still as she felt
unfamiliar urges takeover her young virgin body.
Secretly, she had always had a crush on Harry
Potter, but because he was her brother’s friend, and
he never seemed interested in her, she had never
made a serious move. The sensation rolling through
her entire body at that moment however, made
anything seem possible.
Harry continued to stare as Ginny played with
herself; looking up and down her body, examining
her freckled body, her tiny panties, and her beautiful

features. Harry watched as she pulled off her white

shirt, followed swiftly by her panties and bra,
revealing young pert and small breasts, and an
extremely tight looking, bald pussy.
Ginny was still massaging both her breasts and
pussy at this point, but her eyes were now drawn to
a large bulge forming in Harry’s pants. For some
reason, all she could think of was getting on her
knees, crawling over to him, unzipping his pants,
and pulling out what ever lay beneath. Ginny did this
in short order, with little protestation from a shocked
Harry, who still couldn’t get over Ginny’s actions.
Harry felt Ginny’s small fingers unzip and unbutton
his pants, followed by them pulling both them and
his underwear to his ankles. Harry looked down to
see his hard five inches unencumbered by his
underwear and pants. Harry could also see what
looked like ravenous desire in Ginny’s eyes as she
grabbed hold of Harry’s cock and started to slowly
pump it back and forth.
Ginny had no idea what she was doing; sure she
knew the basics of sexual intercourse, but she had
never even truly thought about. Something inside
her was urging her to grab hold of Harry’s cock and
stroke at fast as she could. Before long however, the
urge to put it in her mouth overtook her as well and

within seconds, she was engulfing the entire five

inches like a pro.
Harry was in paradise, the sensation of Ginny’s
warm mouth engulfing his dick was almost too much
for Harry to handle. Harry knew what would happen
if it became too much, having practiced several
times by himself, but he wanted this to last as long
as possible.
Sensing that Harry was close to cumming, Ginny
pulled off of his cock and stood up, facing Harry. By
this point, Ginny had no control over what she was
doing; a guiding force seemed to be directing all of
her actions. She gestured with her right hand to
follow her, sexily wiggling her ass as she made her
way over to a small kitchen table.
Harry had a tinkling of what was about to come,
having seen pictures and having watched adult
programs before. He followed Ginny over to the
kitchen table and watched as she bent herself over
the table, presenting her incredibly tight pussy to
him. The moment of truth had come for Harry, this
would be the first time he’d ever fucked a girl, and
he knew he’d never forget it. He stepped up behind
Ginny and rubbed the tip of his cock against her
already moist slit.

‘Mmmmm’ moaned Ginny as Harry prodded the

opening of her pussy, hoping to find an entrance as
soon as possible.
Harry was in luck, after a few short seconds the tip
of his cock lodged itself into the opening of her
pussy . With all his strength, he slowly nudged the
tip of his cock into Ginny’s tiny pussy.
‘UNGGHHH!’ both Ginny and Harry grunted as Harry
lodged a good two inches into her virgin cunt.
Harry slowly pushed in and out in a sawing motion
for the next few minutes, until about four inches of
his cock was inside Ginny. He felt a some kind of a
barrier, blocking the way. Not knowing what it was,
Harry continued to push against the elastic barrier
until with a little painful screaming from Ginny, he
managed to force his cock in the entire way.
Ginny had been in severe pain the entire time Harry
had been fucking her; however, it was the final
breakthrough that had hurt the most. Now that Harry
was through however, it was starting to feel a lot
better for Ginny, so much so in fact, she had started
moaning as Harry started to pick up the pace. She
could feel a small trickle of blood run down her inner
thigh, but by this point, the pleasure in her pussy
was beginning to overwhelm her.

“Yesssss!’ moaned Ginny as Harry’s pace pushed

her over the edge for the first time in her life.
Harry felt the warm gush of fluid surround his cock
before leaking out of her pussy and mixing with the
small amount of blood rolling down her inner thigh.
With the added sensation of Ginny’s spasming
pussy and the warm liquid running down his cock,
Harry knew that his end was near. Wanting to end it
in style, like the adult programs did on T.V., Harry
pulled out of Ginny just in the nick of time.
‘Get on your knees!’ he shouted, as Ginny flipped
over and sunk to her knees for the second time that
day. She didn’t know what was coming, but she
knew she’d love it.
‘Ungghhh’ grunted Harry as he pointed his cock at
Ginny’s glistening face. He started to ejaculate
several large loads of his hot cum onto Ginny’s
smiling face. As the cum splashed against her
cheeks and forehead, she opened her mouth in
anticipation to catch a few drops. Not wanting to
disappoint, Harry unloaded the last couple of strands
into her waiting mouth before nearly fainting from the
sensation. Harry watched as the cum-plastered
Ginny in front of him starting scooping the excess
cum off her face and into her mouth, where she
greedily drank it down.

In minutes, Ginny was finished cleaning herself. She

splashed some water on her face to clean herself up
and was ready for another round.
Harry, both exhausted and knowing that the hour
was nearly up, commanded Ginny to clothe herself
and go and lie down in her bed for the next fifteen
minutes.
Ginny did so dutifully, now completely under the
control of the potion. Harry cleaned and clothed
himself as Ginny made her way to her room. All in
all, he was very happy. It wasn’t Hermione, but it
was definitely something he would never forget.
Harry picked up his leather-bound treasure, made it
disappear into thin air again for safe keeping, and
made his way out of the tent as if nothing had
happened. As he was making his way it into the
boy’s tent next door however, he ran into Ron, who
looked very pleased with himself.
‘I guess you didn’t use that potion on Hermione!’
said Ron with a smirk on his face.
‘How did you know?’ Harry asked.
‘Oh, I sent her off on a little “errand”’ he responded,
obviously still pleased with himself.

Harry thought about telling Ron off for the

childishness of his actions, but thought better of it,
seeing that instead of plowing Hermione, he had just
fucked Ron’s little not-so-innocent sister.
‘That’s alright; I got some grade-A-pussy anyway!’
Harry responded instead.
‘Who?’ asked Ron, now interested in Harry’s score.
‘Oh… some nosy little slut I caught sneaking around’
Harry reciprocated with a smile forming on his face.
‘Well… I hope you fucked her like the slut she was’
said Ron now laughing.
‘Oh, I did, I definitely did!’ said Harry, grinning from
ear to ear.
‘So where’s Ginny?’ Ron asked innocently, looking
around.