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Concoctions of Desire 3
🕑 Added 2024-06-02 19:15:48 +0000 UTCSitting on his bed looking over to potion bottles filled with his accidental creation. Harry wondered how long the effect would last, Hermione, Romilda and Cho all showed a light pink tint in their eyes but after he came in all three of their mouths the pink tint was clearly and fully visible in their eyes. Harry couldn't help but smile as he thought about the possibilities of what the potion could do.
He could use it to make girls want him, to make them beg for his attention. The idea thrilled Harry, and he felt powerful at the thought. Holding one of the bottles in thought, he placed it back in his trunk. One thing he needed to know was how long a dose would last; so far, it lasted for 3 days. The ingredients for his potion were all easily accessible except that he would need to brew the love potion as well, which takes time and money. Luckily Padfoot would be more than willing to help him with this problem. The only thing Harry might want to change about his potion is who or when it would affect girls. Milucant Burtube or Mandy Brocklehurst are girls he would like to avoid for sure.
He walked to the owlery with a letter for Hedwig, passing Sally and Sophie. They smiled and giggled as he went by. While he was tempted to let the potion do it's job. Harry felt a little sore after his encounter with Hermione and Cho. Entering the room harry spotted Hedwig right away. the snowy owl hooted softly as Harry approached, "Hey girl ready for a flight?"
Hedwig flapped her wings and hovered over to a small stand. Harry securely tied the letter to Hedwig's leg before gently patting her head. He watched as she flew off.
The next morning, on day four since he first drank the potion, Harry found himself with Romilda. He was looking down at the girl between his legs. Their eyes met as Romilda dragged her warm, wet tongue over the underside of his cock. Harry groaned, feeling her familiar touch. He could feel himself getting hard at the thought of her pleasuring him. Romilda gripped Harry's thighs firmly, holding him in place while she continued to lick him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, causing him to moan loudly. She took him deeper into her mouth with each motion. Harry groaned as he felt his cock hardening further in her mouth.
Romilda pulled back and gazed up at Harry, her eyes filled with desire. "More," she begged, her voice hoarse. Harry grinned and guided Romilda back to his cock using his hands. He held her head in place as he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Romilda moaned in pleasure feeling Harry's cock inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each motion. Unable to hold back any longer, Harry groaned.
Feeling his release coming, Harry quickly pulled out of her mouth. He held Romilda's head in place as he pumped his cock into the air. Cum shooting out and landing on her face. Romilda moaned as she felt Harry's release on her skin. She continued to stroke his cock as he came, milking every last drop of his cum from him. Harry groaned in pleasure as he felt Romilda's hands on his cock.
Romilda finally released his cock, licking her lips and looking up at him. "That was amazing," she said with desire.
Harry grinned at her, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Same time tomorrow?"
Romilda nodded eagerly, "I can't wait."
Harry quickly left to get his quidditch gear and headed to the pitch. After warming up and stretching he felt a breeze behind him. Turning around Harry found Ginny standing there in her red qudditch robes. Her long red hair blowing in the wind. "Hey Harry," Ginny said, her voice sweet and cheerful.
Harry grinned, "Hey Ginny. Ready for practice?"
Ginny nodded, "Of course." She walked over to him and stood beside him.
The two of them waited for the rest of the team to arrive. Harry couldn't help but notice how beautiful Ginny was. Her long red hair and brown eyes, her perfect figure and gorgeous smile. He felt a tingle in his stomach as he thought about her. Finally Demelza, Katie, Jimmy and Ritchie arrived but Ron was nowhere to be found. "Ron isn't here yet," Ginny said, noticing Harry's confusion. "He's probably just running late."
Harry nodded, "I guess we'll start without him then."
The team started practicing their maneuvers and plays. Ginny hovered next to harry and bumped his shoulder gesturing to the entrance where a late Ron arrived together with someone else, next to Ron was a pretty blonde witch. Harry recognized her as Lavender Brown, Harry turned to Ginny confused until Ginny said "Eww!" Harry turned back to arriving Ron who had his tongue down Lavender's throat.
Lavender and Ron finally parted and Ron mounted his broom to join the team for practice. continuing on with their practice Lavender proved to be particularly annoying as she kept making noises whenever something happened. Especially whenever Ron would make a save or get hit by a bludger, when Ginny and demelza passed the quaffle back and forth for a play and scored they could hear lavender shout. “You’ll get it next time, Won-Won, they just got lucky.” To which Harry could almost hear Ginny audibly throw up laughing at her antics.
After they all landed harry made a few remarks and asked to stay, after everybody entered the showers Harry approached Ron. “Mate you were 15 minutes late today.”
Ron looked surprised when he mentioned it. "I was on my way, but Lavender wanted to talk to me first. What's the big deal?" He grumbled.
Harry looked at him, confused. "The deal is everyone should be on time for practice," he said.
"Yep, won't happen again," Ron dismissed.
"Another thing, don't bring lavender to quidditch training; it's distracting," Harry said. This time, Ron turned to face him, looking mad.
"And what about Ritchie?" Ron asked.
"Did you see his girlfriend on the pitch?" Harry asked, but Ron remained silent. "I will inform everyone not to bring their significant other to our quidditch practice." Ron angrily headed to the showers.
By the time Harry finished cleaning the pitch and showering, everyone had already left. On his way back to the common room, he met Professor McGonagall and his mother; they were leaving the Gryffindor tower. As Harry approached Professor McGonagall and his mother, they both smiled warmly at him. His mother spoke first, "Harry, how was quidditch practice today?"
Harry smiled back at his mother and Professor McGonagall before replying, "It was a good practice overall. We're working on some new strategies for the upcoming matches." Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly.
"And how does it feel to be the captain?" Lily smiled proudly at her son.
Harry grinned at his mother's question and said, "It's a great honor, Mum. I want to make our house Gryffindor proud." Professor McGonagall nodded, pleased with Harry's response.
"Have a good night mister Potter." Professor McGonagall said before heading down the corridor Lily hugged Harry tightly and planted a kiss on his forehead, "I am so proud of you, Harry. Keep up the good work." a final smile, Lily followed Professor McGonagall down the stairs.
After entering the Gryffindor common room with the password, Harry was greeted by a crackling fire and students chatting. He headed to a cozy chair by the window, where he could see the moon casting a soft glow over Hogwarts grounds. The potion appeared to be losing its effect now; his creation lasted three days. Although it was a long time, sustaining it in the long term would be costly since the amoratia ingredient is very expensive, he thought.
Tomorrow, Harry eagerly anticipated the chance to have a clear and genuine conversation with Hermione, free from any lingering effects of the potion. As he observed Hermione, Romilda and Cho’s eyes still retaining a pink hue rather than their usual colors, he couldn't help but wonder if the potion had left a lasting impact on them. Pondering this as he made his way back to his dormitory to prepare for bed, Harry felt a sense of excitement building within him.
As he settled into bed, unable to shake off the grin that tugged at his lips, Harry found himself reflecting on just how transformative the potion had been for him. In that moment of contemplation before sleep claimed him, Harry's mind raced with possibilities. The realization dawned on him that this seemingly innocuous concoction could potentially hold immense power in his hands.
Imagining all the ways in which he could wield control over others using the potion sent shivers down Harry's spine. The idea of having individuals bend to his will and crave his attention filled him with an intoxicating sense of authority. In that quiet moment alone in his dormitory, Harry reveled in the rush of empowerment that surged through him at the mere thought of what lay ahead.
