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🕑 Added 2023-08-05 03:42:04 +0000 UTCIn ancient times, Wizards started their schooling at age 11, taken to a boarding school by the name of Hogwarts, which had one teacher per subject, and was sufficient for all of Britain, then all of Britain except Ireland, and now once again all of Britain, as Wizards removed themselves fully from the politics of the non-magical population of the world.
This served well for centuries.
And then the world's population started to balloon out of control, and the population of a couple thousand wizards that produced less than a hundred children each year suddenly started producing many times that, and then Muggle understanding of sciences of all sorts became ever increasingly more complex and difficult to teach, and well, we come to the modern state of Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Expanded far beyond the initial scope of its founders, Hogwarts has become an institution of higher learning, and all basic magical instruction is handled by lesser institutions, throughout the students' childhoods, scattered all over the British Isles. Muggleborn witches and wizards would be led to these schools by representatives of Hogwarts, and they would receive a regular muggle education alongside Pureblood children, alongside the basic education they'd need to truly start their magical education at Hogwarts.
It all worked out so well that it ended up being adopted as a system across the world.
And now, decades after that system was implemented, Harry Potter is about to begin his education at Hogwarts.
After eighteen years of a rather miserable existence under the thumb of his less than loving relatives, he was eager to move out, and Hogwarts presented a golden opportunity. A boarding school where he'd get to live for three whole years, away from them! No expenses, no Dudley, and most important of all, he'd finally get to be able to do magic on the regular!
He'd thought he'd be free of Dudley after he was transferred to the special Magical Education school, but his relatives had somehow successfully convinced the Magical people to transfer Dudley with him, riding his coattails to get Dudley a more impressive and prestigious diploma, but none of it mattered anymore.
Harry was giddy as he found himself an empty room on the train. Even the incessant staring at his scar from the people he met along the way wasn't bothering him. It was finally time for his freedom to begin! From now on, it was all gonna be looking up! As he was settling down, Harry grabbed a book from his luggage, preparing to spend the time relaxing and reading ahead on his coursework, just to be sure he was ready to not make a fool of himself at school.
Putting his carry on luggage where it fit, he laid down on the seat, knowing there'd be multiple hours of travel still, he rested his head on his hands, and giggled stupidly to himself. Now that he was lying like this, he really was looking up!
The train hit a bump, rather hard, and Harry, who was in no way secure to his seat or even really settled on it, slid off, landing harshly on the ground, but he was so giddy he couldn't find it in himself to be annoyed.
However, the door to the compartment slid open as soon as he started to think of getting up, and in walked a pair of white cotton panties, attached to a rather sexy legs. Well, to Harry who was used to women wearing floor length gowns and young girls avoiding him like the plague, any pair of legs that didn't belong to his giraffe of an aunt was sexy.
"Is anybody here?"
"Down here," Harry said.
Letting out a little cry, the girl who'd walked in took a step back, putting her hands on her groin as if to cover it, pointless as Harry couldn't see anything once she stepped back. "You pervert!" she cried. "What are you doing down there?"
"I just fell from my seat," Harry said. "I was trying to lie down and- you know what nevermind," he said, getting up, and taking a seat. "Name's Harry," he said, as he sat down, grabbing onto the backrest of his seat for stability. "What brings you to my compartment, miss?"
"Granger, Hermione Granger," the girl said, her face a little red.
Harry looked her up and down. Sensible shoes, gray socks up to her knees, a regulation black pleated skirt, gray vest, black tie, white buttonup collared shirt, a slightly wide mouth, something of a plain face, rather frizzy, voluminous hair, and eyes filled with ever growing annoyance. She didn't really bring attention to any part of her body, but Harry could at least say she had an acceptably nice figure.
"You're checking me out..?" the girl said, sounding a little dubious. "Look, listen, I'm just looking for a toad - a boy named Neville lost his. Have you seen it?" she asked.
"Nope, can't say that I have," Harry said. "Say, have you tried the summoning spell?" he asked.
She shook her head. "If the toad's inside a container of some sort..."
Harry winced. "Maybe it's flimsy?" he asked. Though if it was inside a compartment, the spell would still try to bring it to them, and, most likely, squish the toad against a wall in the attempt. "Yeah I... didn't think that one through."
Hermione nodded. "Well, okay- if you're- oh! You're- is that the coursebook for the year?"
Smiling, Harry grabbed it. "Yeah, was about to get some last minute refreshers," he said.
"Oh! May I join you?" Hermione asked, "you see, I've not really had a chance to sit down and read. My parents are, I believe the word is Muggle? All of this magic society, it's all new to me of course! I did the best I could, of course, but without an environment where I could freely practice my magic, I have only been able to cast a few spells."
Harry smiled, then pulled his glasses off. "You wouldn't happen to remember the one to mend glass, would you?" he asked, looking at his scuffed and slightly cracked glasses.
"As a matter of fact," Hermione said, pulling out her wand, "my father is rather clumsy with his - needless to say, I've become rather adept!" she said, waving her wand in a circular pattern, while calling out "Oculus Reparo!", the lenses of Harry's glasses repaired instantly.
"Cool. Great even," Harry said. "I've heard Witches have a way easier time using magic," he said. "I guess that's proof right there, huh? Got it right in one."
Hermione blushed. "N-No, it's nothing, I'm sure you could do it too," she said.
"Maybe, but you did it, and you did it perfectly," Harry said. "Have you studied any more magic?"
Hermione sat down in front of him, and the door closed, and they discussed quite a bit, sharing the spells they'd tried. Hermione explained at length her situation, while Harry only gave her minimum details about his. She talked quite a bit, filling the empty silence with word vomit, giving Harry every little bit of knowledge she possessed and then some. She could cite the textbook verbatim, and even go into further explanations from her own research.
Harry hadn't had chances to practice much, so getting to take advantage of her expertise came in very handy, especially as despite her words, she had actually learned a LOT of spells, and could cast most of them perfectly, and show Harry how to do so as well.
"Wow, I'm just- so amazed!" Hermione said. "It took me weeks of practice and training to do some of these, and you're getting them so quickly! Are you sure you didn't know how to use them before?"
"Maybe your explanation's just what I needed," Harry said with a wink.
Honestly, with her explaining the ins and outs of the entire process from beginning to end, it was very easy to do. Especially since she could and would demonstrate proper wand motions and pronunciation.
Hermione sat down, huffing a little. "Wow, this is- exhausting. I've never cast so much in a single day," she said. "You're still going strong huh?" she asked. "I guess that's the difference between witches and wizards."
"Yeah, I'm not too keen on that," Harry said. "You guys have better control of your magic but you don't get it back as fast, right?"
"Yeah, that's an understatement," Hermione said. "Ugh- there's only one way for a witch to quickly recover her magical energy."
Harry blushed. He knew what it was of course. Despite their young age, Wizards were taught very young, because it was important that they knew what signs to look out for, and where to go when they needed help. Wizards, after all, were precious to witches, in more ways than one.
That said...
Hermione was... pretty. Not in like, a supermodel way, but she was the first girl his age he was at least moderately attracted to. She might not be a bombshell, but she had a decent figure, and she was smart. Wicked smart, some would say. Maybe there was a part of him that was turned on by the mere idea of a smart and talented witch on her knees for him.
"You, uh-" he still felt nervous about broaching the subject, it was the first time he was even thinking of it. "You... you know, want to..."
She turned beet red. "I'm-" she shook her head. "I'm not sure- if I should," she said. "You'll be- wizards can only do it once a day, you sure you want to, with me?" she asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "It's- it's my first time, and-"
"O-Oh, you too, huh?" she asked.
Both of them blushed at each other.
"I mean- I learned, a little, all witches do when we turn 18," Hermione said. "But I've only ever... with the practice toy so..." she blushed. "You sure?"
"Yes I'm sure," Harry said.
Hermione nodded, took in a deep breath.
Witches had a greater level of magical ability on average, allowing them to learn faster and cast stronger spells. The downside, of course, was that witches produced much less magic than what they needed to recover from using those spells, and had lower capacity than Wizards to boot. Wizards, meanwhile, overflowed with power, and could not use as much as they produced in a day... and more importantly?
Wizards could transfer their magical power to a witch... through their ejaculate.
Witches, on their 18th birthday, would be taken aside by a teacher and taught the means to recover their energy, as their magical development reached the point where they could no longer fully sustain themselves purely on their own regeneration, when they needed help, which almost always happened at most two months after the 18th birthday.
Hermione was no different.
She remembered the embarrassing lessons when an older woman had taught her how to... fellate a man, to extract their semen, and recover her energy. It was vital she knew how to do this, because she'd be doing it a lot at Hogwarts, to be able to keep up with her intense classes.
And right now...
That training was about to come in handy. Harry, before her, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. He was already at half mast, stimulated by the very idea of what was about to happen.
Hermione gasped as she saw it. "It's... different in person... bigger than the toy too..." she muttered.
Trembling a little, Harry rested his hands on the backrest of the seat once more and spread his legs a little.
Hermione got on her knees, something she was well acquainted with. She noticed, as well... "I wonder if they set up these compartments for this," she mused, as she felt the soft carpet that greeted her knees. Everything involving Hogwarts was luxurious - magic made a lot of things easier and cheaper. But this was... Too convenient.
For his part, Harry shrugged.
Hermione reached for his penis, just as she'd been taught.
After all, Hermione was an overachiever in life. Ever since she'd been a young girl, and now that she was a 19 years old woman, heading to a magical college, she had not changed in the least... and that applied to the lessons she had taken on how to pleasure wizards. "Then, I'll begin," she said. "Please relax, leave it all to me!"
The dark haired young man agreed to do so instantly, and groaned as Hermione's warm, soft hand held his cock. Very different to his.
Harry had only ever experienced wanking, and had never really learned how to do it properly, so he was a bit new to proper sexual pleasure. So when Hermione began to stroke his cock, he immediately began feeling a wholly new experience, one he hadn't ever experienced before... she was warm, and the friction was nice, but the softness of her hand and the smoothness of her motion...
"A-Alright," Hermione said, "you're hard, I'll use my mouth now," she spoke. "I've been taught, all the techniques so, so you don't need to worry, just, just stay back, I, err, I mean, lie back," she said, "and let me take care of everything!"
She was babbling, speaking quickly, but working her nerve up all the same. Leaning forward, she licked her lips, hovering over the tip of his cock. Her fingers traced its length, the tips rubbing against the thick, veiny shaft, curiosity and eagerness coloring her face and motions as she finished her trip by rubbing against the now wet tip, precum making the very tip of the shaft, around the slit, moist and slick.
Taking hold of his cock by the base once more, Hermione opened her mouth, and then engulfed him, just the way she had been taught, gulping him down the back of her throat. Overachiever that she was, she had researched fellatio, and become an avid consumer of porn to this front. Perhaps it might've been a mistake to use porn, but Hermione at the time hadn't had any friends to tell her that porn was very fake.
Harry groaned and then moaned, Hermione took him into his mouth in a way he never expected, the tight, warm and wet confines of her mouth gave way to her spasming throat, as she gagged and choked but only in a way that gave him more pleasure, as she went down, down, down until finally, she removed her hand, and planted her lips around the base of Harry's shaft.
She moved as little as she could, and yet every instant was pure pleasurable hell for Harry, every nerve in his body flaring at once.
For a virgin young man who had until now only known crappy masturbation with no technique?
Was it a wonder he came damn near instantly?
"UGh, He, Hermioneee!" he shouted, as he immediately began spewing his thick hot and salty wizard cream down Hermione's throat.
Dutifully, the frizzy haired brunette swallowed it all down, even helping him along with the spasming motions of her throat, taking more and more deep into her, a rather ludicrous amount given everything she knew. Harry surpassed everything she'd been taught to expect by both her teachers and her porn, and amazingly, it was even more invigorating than she ever expected! Every spurt felt like the manna from the heavens themselves refilling her reserves of magical energy, and within moments, Hermione was... full.
Content.
For the very first time since her magic first manifested, Hermione was finally not hungry.
And it kept coming! More semen! More energy! By the time Harry finished cumming, Hermione wasn't just full, she was overflowing with energy! Warmth spread across her! She never felt this good, once in her entire life!
Hermione pulled back, and let Harry's still gigantically erect cock out of her mouth. Sheesh, was it that big before? How'd she fit that in her throat? She kissed the cock in appreciation, it was very nice and had given her a ton of thick cum and amazingly rich magical energy! Shivering and shuddering and twitching a little, Hermione licked her lips. A little of Harry's taste lingered.
"D-Damn," Hermione gushed, "Harry, I've never-" she then let her jaw fall as she saw that Harry's cock wasn't going down. "Wo-woah, aren't, aren't you-"
Harry panted. "I, I really want to do it again... can we do it again?" Harry asked.
Hermione's eyes became as wide as saucers.
More testing would be required. Wizards could only get erect at most once every twenty hours or so... at most. If Harry was hard... if he could ejaculate more than once... it really needed more testing. More investigation. More research.
Oh! She'd share her discovery with the wizarding world at large, of course!
But first she'd have to check it. Thoroughly. Through repeated experiments. It was her academia spirit! She needed to... reproduce... her experiment... a couple more times...
And so Hermione looked Harry into his emerald green eyes, and, not once having seen Harry's scar or asked his surname, focused exclusively on his cock, Hermione spent the rest of the trip to Hogwarts on her knees, bobbing her head up an down, and high on life. When they arrived at Hogwarts, Hermione had enough power to last her for all the spellcasting she'd need for the following week and then some.
Not that it'd prevent her from trying to... make sure her findings were correct before she told her dorm mates of her discovery. She had to be veeeery thorough after all!
However, as Hermione conducted another one of her tests, one Lavender Brown happened to be spying on the overachieving cocksucker and her battery... but that's a story for another time.
