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Chapter 7: Surprises
June 1, 2091
At the end of the year, Harriet Powell rode back the Coventry on the Hogwarts Express.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye," said Harriet to her friends as she turn to go to the platform where she could catch the train to Surrey.
"Just a minute," said Red Foley, as he grabbed her hand. "I, uh, -
-Wouldyoubemygirlfriend?"
"What?" asked Harriet.
"I, uh, well, Would you be my girlfriend?" repeated Red.
Harriet's face lit up with an enormous smile!
"Sure!" said Harriet as she kissed him on the cheek and ran to catch her train.
Once she'd climbed aboard, she saw that Paul Pettigrew was in the same car.
"Why are you so out of breath?" asked Paul.
"I have a boyfriend! I have a boyfriend!" sang Harriet as she did a little happy dance.
"Really? Who?" asked Paul.
"Redival Foley!" gushed Harriet.
"Well that's no surprise," observed Paul. "You two are together all of the time at school. Are you going to see him over the summer?"
"I- I don't know," said Harriet. "I guess I'll have to owl him and see it we can get together."
When they arrived at the Surrey train station, Harriet's Mother was chatting animatedly with Paul's father.
"Hi mum!" said Harriet as she gave her mother a hug. "Are we going home now?"
"Harriet, there's something I need to tell you," began her mother, Halley Powell.
"You're sleeping with Paul's dad?" observed Harriet. "I'm not surprised. You go through so many a year."
"HARRIET!" screeched her mother. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down so she could break the news to her daughter. "I'm not just sleeping over at his house occasionally, I moved in with him. We're married!"
"WHAT!" gasped Harriet as her mother held forward her hand with the wedding ring on it. "How come you never got married before? You never even married my dad!"
"I never met the right man before," defended Halley. "We're in love."
"And how come you didn't, I don't know, tell me about it so I could come to the wedding!" accused Harriet.
"Well, I'm sorry about that," apologized her mother. "But I think you'll really like our new home. We have our own house at 4 Privet Drive in Little Winging!"
Harriet pouted for the entire walk to their new home. When they got there, she was amazed that she got her own room. Paul's second bedroom had been cleared out and her few meager possessions placed within.
"It's like something rich people have!" exclaimed Harriet when she saw her room.
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In the few days Harriet had been at her new home, she's come to love her new abode. Currently, she was enjoying a shower in the full sized bath that she could have all to herself when it was her turn. Their parents had gone to work, leaving Paul and Harriet to their own devices. After lunch, Harriet had decided to settle in for a nice, long, shower.
"Alohomora!" said a voice just as Harriet had gotten herself lathered up.
Hearing the charm and the click of the lock, Harriet poked her head out of the shower to see Paul sneaking into the bathroom.
"YOU BASTARD!" screamed Harriet as she came running towards him. "YOU DIRTY LITTLE PERVECT!"
Paul ran for the safety of his bedroom only to find that she hadn't followed him. He returned to the hall to see what had be come of her and came face to face with his stepsister, wearing only soapsuds and clutching her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa Maximus!" yelled Harriet as Paul went flying up to the ceiling with a thud!
Harriet walked underneath him.
"Enjoying the view?" asked Harriet.
Paul stupidly nodded his head.
"Well, you're going to stay there until our parents come home!" growled Harriet with a scowl.
She returned to her shower and finished it. Then, wrapping a towel around herself, she stepped into the hall. There was a letter on the floor under Paul. Harriet picked it up and read it aloud.
Dear Mr. Pettigrew,
We have observed that an unlocking charm was cast in you home. It there are repeated uses of magic in your home, you will be suspended from Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
John Blair,
Office for the restriction of under age magic.
"How come I got a letter for using a charm to peek at you, but you didn't get one for sticking me up here?" asked Paul.
"I don't know . . ." said Harriet. "Tell you what, I won't tell our parents that you got this, if you don't tell them that I didn't get one."
"So you're not going to tell them that I peeked at you?" asked Paul.
"Of course I am," replied Harriet. "How else am I going to explain why you are stuck to the ceiling? Have a nice afternoon."
With that, Harriet walked into her bedroom. As soon as she did, a pleasurable tingling sensation washed over her. It felt like her clit was being rubbed between two fingers. The urge to touch herself was overwhelming! Harriet dropped her towel and lay on the bed. She reached down and parted her folds so she could do to herself what she felt on her self. As she rubbed her clit, she felt her excitement build and build until she loudly moaned out her release!
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After a hard day's work, Percival Pettegrew just wanted to shower and get out of his work clothes. Sadly, he realized that his plans for a peaceful evening were doomed as soon as he spotted his son stuck to the hall ceiling.
"Harriet! What is your brother doing stuck to the ceiling?" growled Mr. Pettegrew.
Harriet came out of her room wearing a green dress.
"I caught him peeking at me in the shower!" exclaimed Harriet. "So I stuck him up there!"
"Let your brother down this instant!" commanded her stepfather.
"Finite!"
THUMP!
"OW!"
"You think you're hurting now?" asked Mr. Pettegrew as he grabbed his son's ear and pulled him into his bedroom. "Just wait until I'm done with you! Don't you EVER, EVER let me hear about you trying something like that again! If I get even a hint of you doing something like this I'll-"
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For the rest of the summer, Harriet felt this overwhelming urge to masterbate come upon her nearly every day, always in the early afternoon. She began to plan her days around it.
So it was with great fear that she rode the train the Hogwarts. When the afternoon arrived, she feared that the urge would hit her while she was talking to her friends and she might touch herself in front of them. But the urge never hit her.
After the welcoming feast, Red walked her to the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower and hesitated for minute before bending forward and giving her a peck on the lips!
Once she entered her common room she grabbed April Ackerley and drug her back to her cell so that could talk about boys. They talked for hours. Then, late at night, it hit her. The urge was back! Harriet tried to ignore it. She tried to concentrate on what April was saying. But as she focused on her friend's lips and felt the sensation of the phantom hands on her clit, all she could think about is her curiosity about what those lips would feel like on her netheregions. This, made her wonder what Red's lips would feel like. The tingling intensified.
"-I said, are you touching yourself?" asked April.
Harriet suddenly realized that some of the sensations she had been feeling were from her own hand that was fondling her through her robe.
"Oh!" gasped Harriet in embarrassment.
"You WERE touching your self!" accused April.
Harriet pulled her hand away as if shocked!
"I can't help it," admitted Harriet. "Ever since the beginning of summer, I've been getting these urges. When they come upon me, I can't help my self!"
"Well, don't stop on my account," replied April.
"April!"
"I'm just saying that I'm curious," explained April. "I haven't started "jilling off" yet and I'm not sure how to go about it.
Harriet gazed into her friends' eyes for minute. She wasn't sure what to do. In the end, her urges overcame her inhibitions. Harriet pulled the hem of her robe up to the waist, then, pulled down her knickers, exposing the golden downy hair of her snatch to her friend's gaze. She parted her folds and began caressing her love button. April imitated her friend's actions. They continued to play with them selves as their arousal grew into they both moaned in what was April's first orgasm and was Harriet's 93rd.
"Wow! That was great!" gushed April. "I didn't know what I was missing!"
"Now you know what I've been going through," replied Harriet. "When the urge hits, it's hard to resist."
"So, are we going to do this again?" asked April.
"Wouldn't mind if we did," replied Harriet. "But I think I had better not. Red's a Hufflepuff. I don't think he would want to share me with another girl."
"Oh, well, like you said, if it happens again that will be okay, but we won't try to make it happen," said April. "Do you think Dietre is cute?"
Chapter 7: Surprises
June 1, 2091
At the end of the year, Harriet Powell rode back the Coventry on the Hogwarts Express.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye," said Harriet to her friends as she turn to go to the platform where she could catch the train to Surrey.
"Just a minute," said Red Foley, as he grabbed her hand. "I, uh, -
-Wouldyoubemygirlfriend?"
"What?" asked Harriet.
"I, uh, well, Would you be my girlfriend?" repeated Red.
Harriet's face lit up with an enormous smile!
"Sure!" said Harriet as she kissed him on the cheek and ran to catch her train.
Once she'd climbed aboard, she saw that Paul Pettigrew was in the same car.
"Why are you so out of breath?" asked Paul.
"I have a boyfriend! I have a boyfriend!" sang Harriet as she did a little happy dance.
"Really? Who?" asked Paul.
"Redival Foley!" gushed Harriet.
"Well that's no surprise," observed Paul. "You two are together all of the time at school. Are you going to see him over the summer?"
"I- I don't know," said Harriet. "I guess I'll have to owl him and see it we can get together."
When they arrived at the Surrey train station, Harriet's Mother was chatting animatedly with Paul's father.
"Hi mum!" said Harriet as she gave her mother a hug. "Are we going home now?"
"Harriet, there's something I need to tell you," began her mother, Halley Powell.
"You're sleeping with Paul's dad?" observed Harriet. "I'm not surprised. You go through so many a year."
"HARRIET!" screeched her mother. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down so she could break the news to her daughter. "I'm not just sleeping over at his house occasionally, I moved in with him. We're married!"
"WHAT!" gasped Harriet as her mother held forward her hand with the wedding ring on it. "How come you never got married before? You never even married my dad!"
"I never met the right man before," defended Halley. "We're in love."
"And how come you didn't, I don't know, tell me about it so I could come to the wedding!" accused Harriet.
"Well, I'm sorry about that," apologized her mother. "But I think you'll really like our new home. We have our own house at 4 Privet Drive in Little Winging!"
Harriet pouted for the entire walk to their new home. When they got there, she was amazed that she got her own room. Paul's second bedroom had been cleared out and her few meager possessions placed within.
"It's like something rich people have!" exclaimed Harriet when she saw her room.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
In the few days Harriet had been at her new home, she's come to love her new abode. Currently, she was enjoying a shower in the full sized bath that she could have all to herself when it was her turn. Their parents had gone to work, leaving Paul and Harriet to their own devices. After lunch, Harriet had decided to settle in for a nice, long, shower.
"Alohomora!" said a voice just as Harriet had gotten herself lathered up.
Hearing the charm and the click of the lock, Harriet poked her head out of the shower to see Paul sneaking into the bathroom.
"YOU BASTARD!" screamed Harriet as she came running towards him. "YOU DIRTY LITTLE PERVECT!"
Paul ran for the safety of his bedroom only to find that she hadn't followed him. He returned to the hall to see what had be come of her and came face to face with his stepsister, wearing only soapsuds and clutching her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa Maximus!" yelled Harriet as Paul went flying up to the ceiling with a thud!
Harriet walked underneath him.
"Enjoying the view?" asked Harriet.
Paul stupidly nodded his head.
"Well, you're going to stay there until our parents come home!" growled Harriet with a scowl.
She returned to her shower and finished it. Then, wrapping a towel around herself, she stepped into the hall. There was a letter on the floor under Paul. Harriet picked it up and read it aloud.
Dear Mr. Pettigrew,
We have observed that an unlocking charm was cast in you home. It there are repeated uses of magic in your home, you will be suspended from Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
John Blair,
Office for the restriction of under age magic.
"How come I got a letter for using a charm to peek at you, but you didn't get one for sticking me up here?" asked Paul.
"I don't know . . ." said Harriet. "Tell you what, I won't tell our parents that you got this, if you don't tell them that I didn't get one."
"So you're not going to tell them that I peeked at you?" asked Paul.
"Of course I am," replied Harriet. "How else am I going to explain why you are stuck to the ceiling? Have a nice afternoon."
With that, Harriet walked into her bedroom. As soon as she did, a pleasurable tingling sensation washed over her. It felt like her clit was being rubbed between two fingers. The urge to touch herself was overwhelming! Harriet dropped her towel and lay on the bed. She reached down and parted her folds so she could do to herself what she felt on her self. As she rubbed her clit, she felt her excitement build and build until she loudly moaned out her release!
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
After a hard day's work, Percival Pettegrew just wanted to shower and get out of his work clothes. Sadly, he realized that his plans for a peaceful evening were doomed as soon as he spotted his son stuck to the hall ceiling.
"Harriet! What is your brother doing stuck to the ceiling?" growled Mr. Pettegrew.
Harriet came out of her room wearing a green dress.
"I caught him peeking at me in the shower!" exclaimed Harriet. "So I stuck him up there!"
"Let your brother down this instant!" commanded her stepfather.
"Finite!"
THUMP!
"OW!"
"You think you're hurting now?" asked Mr. Pettegrew as he grabbed his son's ear and pulled him into his bedroom. "Just wait until I'm done with you! Don't you EVER, EVER let me hear about you trying something like that again! If I get even a hint of you doing something like this I'll-"
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
For the rest of the summer, Harriet felt this overwhelming urge to masterbate come upon her nearly every day, always in the early afternoon. She began to plan her days around it.
So it was with great fear that she rode the train the Hogwarts. When the afternoon arrived, she feared that the urge would hit her while she was talking to her friends and she might touch herself in front of them. But the urge never hit her.
After the welcoming feast, Red walked her to the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower and hesitated for minute before bending forward and giving her a peck on the lips!
Once she entered her common room she grabbed April Ackerley and drug her back to her cell so that could talk about boys. They talked for hours. Then, late at night, it hit her. The urge was back! Harriet tried to ignore it. She tried to concentrate on what April was saying. But as she focused on her friend's lips and felt the sensation of the phantom hands on her clit, all she could think about is her curiosity about what those lips would feel like on her netheregions. This, made her wonder what Red's lips would feel like. The tingling intensified.
"-I said, are you touching yourself?" asked April.
Harriet suddenly realized that some of the sensations she had been feeling were from her own hand that was fondling her through her robe.
"Oh!" gasped Harriet in embarrassment.
"You WERE touching your self!" accused April.
Harriet pulled her hand away as if shocked!
"I can't help it," admitted Harriet. "Ever since the beginning of summer, I've been getting these urges. When they come upon me, I can't help my self!"
"Well, don't stop on my account," replied April.
"April!"
"I'm just saying that I'm curious," explained April. "I haven't started "jilling off" yet and I'm not sure how to go about it.
Harriet gazed into her friends' eyes for minute. She wasn't sure what to do. In the end, her urges overcame her inhibitions. Harriet pulled the hem of her robe up to the waist, then, pulled down her knickers, exposing the golden downy hair of her snatch to her friend's gaze. She parted her folds and began caressing her love button. April imitated her friend's actions. They continued to play with them selves as their arousal grew into they both moaned in what was April's first orgasm and was Harriet's 93rd.
"Wow! That was great!" gushed April. "I didn't know what I was missing!"
"Now you know what I've been going through," replied Harriet. "When the urge hits, it's hard to resist."
"So, are we going to do this again?" asked April.
"Wouldn't mind if we did," replied Harriet. "But I think I had better not. Red's a Hufflepuff. I don't think he would want to share me with another girl."
"Oh, well, like you said, if it happens again that will be okay, but we won't try to make it happen," said April. "Do you think Dietre is cute?"
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