Business as usual thanks to 'good vibrations'

Harry woke up moaning, as he discovered an interesting detail about the 'Alarm' spell he uses to wake up in the morning.

It magically synced with his buttplug, so for every blare of alarm his plug jumped in his ass like it was a race car drivers stick shift.

(His moans/growns waking up did sound like a motor revving).)After a quick morning orgasm.

(And another tall glass or cum to start the day.)

He had found the alarm apparently worked better than it had previously. Normally it has to repeat for at least 20 minutes before he could wake up, now it's only 5 minutes. And the only reason why it took even that long was that it felt too good to stop right away.

He quickly and quietly slipped into the shower. The warm water felt great as her used the shower gel again, finding himself giving a slight sigh of disappointment as he turned off and removed each toy to clean.

After that in no time he dried himself, and the toys off, gave himself a once over in a provided full length mirror, Noticed that his hair was longer in the back.

(something he noticed he actually liked, so with a quick flick of his wand he now had a slight ponytail in the back)

And was now hunched over his open trunk about to put his new toys in there but stopped.

Ron was not the most...... considerate person in the dorm room, let alone world. And he had a bad habit of just digging in Harry's trunk without permission. Any time he was looking for something in his own trunk, at some point he would think to look in Harry's too.

(something that only ever seem to make sense to Ron)

Maybe he wanted to 'borrow' an ink bottle, take a quill, maybe he had forgotten exactly what chocolate frog cards Harry had collected and wanted to refresh his memory. Harry had even caught Ron once red-handed trying to 'barrow' his invisibility cloak, so he could sneak into the girls side of the showers after Quidditch practice.

(Ron had fully accepted the punch to his nose as 'deserved' for that one)

So leavening sex toys of any kind in his trunk was a very bad idea. So seeing as he would need to think of a more permanent solution, and that would take more time then he has right now. Hoped back into bed, secured the curtain, and with a slight giddy anticipation. Put the toys back on under his cloths.

He spared his nipples a look over as the pumps were put back on, noticing they were now longer and fatter than they were before all this started. Now as big as the pencil erasers he used to use in muggle school.

After that he put in the plug, after a good minute playing with his asshole with it.

Pushing a little in then out he basically fucked his ass with the plug.

For a brief second he decided to give a quick experiment. Trying to picture Ron doing this to him. But the thought only gave him a slight buzz.

Maybe it was the armoire but he somehow knew Ron was only as big as the plug itself, while hard.

And in his fantasy Ron was quickly restrained and being teased by the same toys in the armoire, with Harry adding a little extra pleasant ****. Ron moaning like Ginny on her 5th nonstop orgasm as Harry hotdogs the red heads caged dick was the real thing turning him on in the fantasy.

But with a sigh Harry remembered he still had stuff to do, so with a push the plug popped in.

Harry Learned something very interesting about the next few day's of classes:

History class moves ALOT faster if you have a sextoy distracting you.

Charms is unaffected by it at all.

Herbology was just a pleasant experience to pass the time.

And Configuration was actually had a little extra challenge, which somehow made it easier for Harry to retain the lesson.

(thanks to the fact that in order to turn something into something else, you need to have a good picture of it in your mind. And the extra challenge was trying to Not picture the buttplug going off in your ass AS your casting.)

It seems that with the constant pleasure of the toys as a reward Harry wasn't just doing good in class, he was excelling.

Even Snape's sour puss couldn't dampen Harry's time.

"Harry. Are you even listening to me?"

Harry looked up from his cutting ingredients to look at Hermione.

"The Silk fly wings are already done, they were the first thing I did, and the shaved porcupine quills are next to them on some cloth so they can dry faster, and right now I'm cutting up the aroma root into triangles so I don't accidentally spill any of its acidic oil."

He gave a slight smile as Hermione's left eye twitching at the fact all this week Harry was out performing her in all classes they share. And even though they both knew she was happy with his improved work ethic, they both also knew Hermione was A little miffed at being upstaged. But agreed it was most likely just because she wasn't used to it.

The miffed look turned to slight confusion after a second.

"A cloth to help dry the quills? And there's a safe way to cut aroma root? Sigh. That's from the Half-blood Prince again isn't it?"

Harry's slight nod was all she needed. Then she voiced a thought.

"you haven't been using any of the other stuff written in that book for the other classes have you? The potion hints are bad enough, but the other things are just miscellaneous writings. And we have no idea what they do."

Harry frowned for a moment, but then he realized something. Ever since his situation with the armoire started he had really stopped reading the half-blood Prince's notes, anymore only using them in potion class.

(he had a different hobby nowadays)

Without saying anything they added the newly cut root, and the the now brittle dry quills, and to Hermione's surprise Harry gently pushed her out of the way so he could stir, The potion job he hated the most.

"Not to worry oh 'Mistress' of magic..."

(He filed away the slight blush on her cheeks, and the twich in his pants that calling her Mistress caused)

"... But I haven't been reading from that book in anyway other when reference for potions lately. And while I agree The miscellaneous scribblings are too... dubious? To trust. There are explanations for his written actions about potions. Like for instance besides the suggestions on ingredient preparation, they mentioned that this feminine nail care potion is surprisingly volatile when any magical focus is near it while being prepared. That's why my wand is in that open drawer behind you and I am currently doing the stirring."

Her blinking eyes were practically spelling SOS as she absorbed what he said. As she spared the open drawer behind her a glance and Harry's wand inside it. Without a word she took out her own wand and added it to his, before helping him with the rest of the steps.

Both of them stood next to there newly made potion, its metallic rainbow shimmer looking like a stain on your driveway from something leaking from your car, and giving off a faint slightly pleasant smell of fruity nail polish.

Slughorn walked by each cauldron inspecting each potion, praising the results. Except for two were he shook his head and vanished the contents. Ron/Pansy and Crab/Millicent, were A little upset at this. But Slughorn knew his stuff when it came to potions. And he had specifically paired off each student with at least one girl in it so they could show off their potions effectiveness if wanted. And he wasn't going to let anyone use bad potions.

"I'm sorry but this particular potion can be surprisingly volatile and receptive to ambient magic. And this potion turning bad becomes quite dangerous, fortunately when the potion goes bad it's very easy to spot, turning a flat red. As opposed to the clear shimmery appearance it should have"

As he reached Harry are Hermione's potion his eyes seemed to sparkle with glee.

"My word, you two. It perfect, why I'd dare say one use of this and its beautifying effects would be permanent. 20 points for Gryffindor, I had a feeling you two working together wouldn't disappoint."

He easily managed to gathered some of the potion into a jar for their grade. giving it an appreciative look for a second before looking over at Hermione.

"Go ahead my dear, if you want to use it. It is your potion, just stick both hands in and shake them like your rinsing your fingers."

You spare each other a look in thought.