Zacharias Smith

It had been a few weeks since Draco’s latest demand, Harry sat once more in the toilets, ready to change. He had been suprised at seeing Zacharias Smith in the mirror when he first tried the potion Malfoy had left him, but it had only taken a quick look down at the Hufflepuff’s equipment to see why Malfoy had. Smith was big, very big, huge compared to Harry! Harry even measured him soft, he was 8 inches with a fair girth to match. Malfoy has a perverted mind, Harry thought. Of course to Malfoy it was all about cock size. He probably enjoyed the thought of Hermione lusting after a big cock.

As Malfoy predicted, Hermione was no easy nut to crack, Harry had nearly given up and reverted to trying himself or with Ron, but he knew it was too complicated. He finally got Hermione to talk to him (as Zach) when he pretended he was being bullied by the Slytherthins, close to tears he pleaded with Hermione to help him with his defensive spells and she yeilded, giving him one on one coaching. From there it wasn’t so difficult, Harry knew Hermione well enough to get her to open up, after the coaching sessions they’d talk, she’d chat about how she now felt distant from Harry and Ron, how lonely she felt now Ginny was her only real friend. Harry felt both guilty to hear the impact of what he’d done but happy to be talking to Hermione again, sharing her problems and hanging out together.

It was only when Malfoy sent Harry a note that he remembered he had to focus; he had a task to do. In typical style, Draco had Smith deliver the note with three simple words, ‘get it done’, right when Harry was sat with Hermione. Harry felt a sinking in his stomach, he knew he had to move his plans forward, he felt he’d laid enough ground work with Hermione, he’d been improving his spells but deliberatley struggling with a patronus, remembering the high feeling he had when he finally produced one, he hope’d to use their shared success to get Hermione to.., well, to share her pussy.

Harry had picked the night carefully, Hermione had her favourite lessons, he created an arguement between Ron and Hermione (always easy now) and agreed to meet in the room of requirements at 8. It was 7:50 and Harry knew he had to change into Smith, he was looking forward to seeing Hermione, maybe a little excited at what might happen.

Harry took the polyjuice, dressed and got ready. It always amazed him how Smith went around with such a python in his pants, he found it awkward to position and had a feeling to just rip his pants off and walk around showing everyone to see their reactions, he wondered what Ginny might do if he walked passed her. He put his thoughts aside before having to walk the corridors with a giant errction, and headed off.

Hermione was already in the room, they got straight down to practise. Harry made sure his spellwork came off perfectly and put it all down to Hermione’s coaching. The compliments had to be more subtle than with Ron, who soaked up praise, Hermione would keep saying that it was his hardwork and good wandmanship that gave him the success.

It had come to the patronus practise and Harry was ready, he’d made sure to wear casual clothing, smart jeans and a shirt. He shot the patronus spell and was stunned for a second as a stag came out, shit!, he thought, Hermione looked straight at him, ‘oh my, your patronus is the same as Harry’s’, clearly the polyjuice didn’t change your spell work, but Hermione hadn’t clicked and he pretended to ignore the comment celebrating the success, cheering, he turned and gave Hermione a huge hug, leaving his arms around her neck as he looked up at her (for whilst Zach was welll equipped in the pants deparment, he was a litttle short in the height area and stood a few inches short of Hermione), he beamed at her as she gazed back, Harry went for it, leaning in and kissing her on the very lips he’d once used himself, kissing one of his best friends; it felt so comfortable.

Harry was lost in the moment, and having been reconnecting to Hermione over the last few weeks he wanted to enjoy the connection, to simply kiss and hold his friend, but he knew better, he knew he had to move things forward. Harry moved his hand to Hermione’s legs, she’d still been in uniform, no tights, a knee length skirt and Harry ran his, Smith’s, hands down from her hip to the bottom of the skirt. Harry reached around the back of Hermione’s leg and brought them up to feel Hermione’s panty covered arse. Harry could feel his cock stirring as he slipped his fingets underneat. He felt how firm Hermione’s rear was, he was impressed with her shape and wondered how he’d never noticed before. Hermione froze for a moment, but then she kicked into action, running her hands down over Zachs chest she quickly whipped his top off, Harry was pleased she had responded so well, so passionately.

Harry started unbuttoning Hermione’s blouse as she unbuckled and dropped his jeans. Harry was suprised how keen Hermione was; she was clearly **** for the affection. Harry felt Hermione’s hands running over his boxers and she pulled out of the kiss, looked straight down at Zachs huge cock now tenting his boxers, her jaw dropped, she looked shocked and a bit frieghtened as Harry had to think quickly, “Err, you don’t like it do you, you don’t want me”, thinking to play Hermione’s emotions.

“No, i just errr, it’s enormous!”, Hermione said and Harry quickly continued kissing whilst Hermione was exploring just how big his cock was. Harry knew from his own experience he needed to show confidence, he quickly unzipped Hermione’s skirt, unbuttoned her blouse and was kissing down her neck, to her chest, unhooking her bra and within a few short minutes, Hermione was stood in nothing but her panties with Zach Smith’s head between her tits, hands running all over her waist.

Hermione took Zachs hands, leading him over to some stacked practise matts she sat him back. Hermione dropped herself slowly, kissing Zachs chest, stomach and Harry felt his cock pushing into her abdomen. Hermione looked down, then back up at Zachs face, her hands tried to wrap around his cock, then, cock in position, she started licking up the base of his monster dick, swirling her tongue around the head.

Harry wondered what would happen if Ron could see the scene now, how it would destroy him to see his girl sucking Zach’s huge cock, see the pleasure on her face, she her soaking her panties, hand running between her legs, rubbing herself, fingering herself to prepare for Zach, for his cock. Harry couldn’t keep waiting, he needed her pussy, he knew his desire was building and he’d get more reckless, he was already thrusting into Hermione’s face, his hands running through her bushy hair, he had started fucking her throat and could hear her gagging, he didn’t want to hurt Hermione but he needed the release.

Harry eventually pulled Hermione onto the matts, rolled over the top of her and ripped her panties off in one swift motion; he was staring down at Hermione’s sweaty naked body, she looked exhilerated, her arms reaching up to Harry’s stomach, he was well positioned, he knew what he had to do, what he wanted to do and finding all the energy he could to resist ramming himself into Hermione (as Draco had done to Cho’s pussy), he slowly pushed the first few inches of Zach’s cock into her as she started moaning in pleasure, eyes rolling up she started calling Zach’s name as a release, Harry could feel her pleasure.

Harry managed to keep some control and had built up a comfortable pace, as comfortable as Zach’s huge cock could be shoved into a tight pussy. Harry had spent twenty minutes enjoying Hermione’s tight cunt, working to get as much of Zach’s cock in as he could, Hermione had cum at least twice and Harry finally managed to fit Zach’s entire cock into Hermione when he exploaded, with Hermione’s cunt so full, the cum squirted back out everywhere, Harry pulled out and he could see Hermione’s cunt and arse covered in Smith’s cum. It didn’t feel enough for Harry, and looking at the wanton expression on Hermione’s face, she wasn’t finished either. Harry looked at her cum splattered waist, He couldn’t resist Hermione’s tight arse. Harry looked at Hermione and she seemed to know, she gave a roll of her eyes but shifted onto her front; Harry couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe Malfoy was right, Hermione was a slut for a big fat cock.

Harry couldn’t master his desires as much this time around, Hermione screamed as he rammed Zach into her arse. Harry felt a rush, he felt dominant with his hands around Hermione’s waist, holding her as he laid waste to her precious arse, as the prim and proper Hermione screamed Zach’s name in pleasure.

Harry felt the familiar pain of the polyjuice change, he rushed to a finish, quickly kissed Hermione who was too high on pleasure to notice the changes starting on Zach, Harry dived out grabbing his pants and was lucky that no one saw him make the dash back to the toilets. Harry was himself, he had to admit he enjoyed what happened but he felt devestatingly guilty about Hermione and just hoped he could make it to Summer before another demand from Malfoy.