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Harry awoke the next day feeling refreshed and excited. There was no help feeling excited because the house was filled with it. The wedding was in full swing by the time Harry got out of bed, got dressed, grabbed his wand and shoved his cloak into his back pocket. He went down stairs and the scene was the same as if they were setting off to school.
Everyone was running around and stopping shortly just to ask others if they knew where something was. A few people stopped and welcomed Harry before moving on to what ever they were doing. There were doughnuts on the table so Harry grabbed one on his way to look for Ginny. He found her in the bride’s room helping Gabrielle, Molly and Hermione get Fleur’s wedding dress on. The dress was a beautiful pure white with laces and a 50-foot train attached.
Ginny jumped to her feet and rushed to the pupils’ bathroom and stuck her hands under the tap and rinsed thoroughly. After she was sure that her hands were clean Ginny reached for her robes. Just as she was about to pull them up, she hesitated. ‘Paralysing numbness to area will occur.’ Her breasts had been so painful lately, was a little relief too much to ask? They were still tingling as well and it was feeling so good, she really didn’t want it to end right now.
Ginny strolled back out to Hermione, drying her hands on her robes. She flexed her fingers, no paralysis and no numbness, she was ok. “Thanks for the warning.” She said as she climbed back onto the bed. Hermione nodded and tossed the jar back into Ginny’s open junk where it made a soft flump noise as it hit her clothes. “No problem.” She smiled.
As March wound down and April approached, the school was abuzz from the latest sex scandal involving Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and nearly half of the school. So prodigious were the circumstances of the abnormally graphic and revealing pictures and subsequent article on the scandal, the Hogwarts Board of Governors and several Ministry officials made formal inquiries into the happenings at Hogwarts. The only punishment to be doled out from the entire affair was for Hermione to receive special counseling sessions from her Head of House, Professor McGonagall. That wasn’t the only exciting thing going on at Hogwarts however; Fred and George Weasley were all set to celebrate their seventeen birthday. Like all seventeenth birthdays in the wizarding world, the Weasley twins’ seventeenth would be no different, except for the fact that they were planning the largest practical joke ever to celebrate it. Because the twins’ birthday fell directly on April Fools Day, the twins had a certain amount of fun every year celebrating their birthday by playing hilarious practical jokes on anyone they could think of. This year was a special one, and for that reason, they had quite the elaborate plan set up for the celebration of their coming of age. Unfortunately, the Spellbook of Desires had been stolen out from under them some time ago, but the last spell they had taken a look at, was a perfect fit for their plan.
Harry Potter and the Spell book of Desires
Chapter One – Camping
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, disappearing 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, ‘Spell book 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:
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Hermione Granger sat alone on the bed, waiting and thinking. It all seemed so long ago now. In a way, it was; it was near the end of the summer holidays, just before the start of fifth year at Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had wasted no time after learning from Harry late in their fourth year, at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, that Voldemort had regained his body. He had immediately begun to recall the old members of the Order of the Phoenix, reforming the group and planning a strategy. But then the year ended and the students returned to their homes, most of them getting their only information from the Daily Prophet, which was more useless than usual, as the Minister of Magic had plainly refused to accept from Dumbledore that Voldemort was back, and so, used his influence to keep any news about Voldemort, or his Death Eaters, out of the wizarding world’s premiere newspaper.
Cho Chang was fast asleep in an unfamiliar bed. Her black silky lucious hair flowed the side of her tan toned body. Cho’s bra was laying on the floor-the white lacy cups askew on the carpet. Her matching thong was drapped over the bedpost, hanging over her as she slept.
She suddenly awoke from her dream, her chocolate watery eyes flashing open as she gazed at her surroundings.
She was naked, and sore. What happened
She remembered drinking a LOT of Fire Whiskey with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were celebrating New Years’ Eve. She clearly had sex with someone. But who
Her answer groaned next to her in bed. Harry Potter. His built arms and chest were exposed, a tribute to the amount of Quidditch he played. His waist was warpped in a towel. She could tell he had no boxers on. She tried to remember what had happened. She remembered her and Harry going into his room to get a deck of cards to play a drinking game.
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Not for the first time, Harry Potter lay awake on his four poster in Gryffindor Tower, painfully aware of the throbbing erection straining to escape from his pyjamas. He resisted the urge to take the problem in hand, to provide himself some much needed release, because the ragged breathing and the occasional moan coming from across the room told him someone, probably Neville Longbottom given the direction of the sound, was doing just that. Somehow it seemed too weird, or even a little perverted, that they’d be doing it together; after all, that isn’t something a guy does with just anybody. He wished Neville had thought to use the silencing charm Professor Flitwick had taught them early last year, but Neville probably hadn’t expected anyone else to be awake at that hour.
Harry grinned in spite of his present discomfort. It was quite nice actually to be awakened from a particularly vivid dream and have to deal with an ache in his groin, rather than the usual pain on his forehead and the burn of his scar caused by his frequent nightmares. Instead of the slitted red eyes of Lord Voldemort, his dreams now were often filled with visions of a fiery redhead, and the salty-sweet taste of their first kiss in the common room after the last Quidditch match, or the leisurely afternoons they’d spent down by the lake, bodies pressed together as they snogged.