(1) Heather is...

At Hagrid's Hut...

Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and the Professor of Care of Magical Creatures had returned to his hut only to find that he was painfully hard. He'd been one of Dumbledore's most loyal, but with the dissolving of the Wards rose a different Hagrid, one with needs long unmet. He was taken out of his furious jerking by a knock at the door.

It was Harr- Heather. Heather Potter. Looking like a smaller version of her mother. Smaller in height. Heather was about two cup sizes bigger than her mother. The girl was naked except for her Collar. Her eyes lingered below his belt before rising up and looking completely innocent.

"Um... h-hi Hagrid. I... lost my clothes on the train here. I sent Hedwig for a late order, should arrive in the morning. I was... was hoping you could let me stay here so I won't be punished?" She looked so small and tight and **** and fuckable, he tried to ignore how much harder she was making his cock and let her in.

What Hagrid was unaware of, was his hard-on wasn't totally random. Heather had approached Dobby and Winky and made them both her House Elves, and sent Winky to slip a powerful aphrodisiac into Hagrid's drink and coated the tealeaves he had in his hut. He didn't know that the tea he was making was going to make his hard-on worse. He did notice how Heather became more breathless as she drank her tea, her exposed nipples hardened, her lips open enough to make him think of pushing his cock in. And when she shifted in her seat, he saw the wet patch and her scent filled his mind.

She could've just gone to him and asked. He might have been **** the first time she asked, but he'd have fucked her. But that wasn't what Heather wanted. She wanted to be taken. To be grabbed and used.

As a Half-Giant, Hagrid wasn't just big. He was HUGE, and he looked positively monstrous resting his fat cock on the pretty head of a four foot nine redheaded slut. She slid forward and rubbed her face into his hairy nutsack, tasting his sweaty balls while his cock twitched on her head. She wasn't delicate or unsure, she was slobbering all over his weighty balls, her drool dripping to the floor with the pussy juice gushing from between her thighs.

Long past ready and far away from being able to care about Heather's safety, Hagrid took hold of the little masochist in one hand and pushed her cunt down on his cock. Heather gasped as she was stretched past what she had experienced back in Little Whinging, Surrey. Once he was all the way in, he started to slide her up and down his shaft, treating her body like an inanimate sexsleeve. A pocket pussy. An onahole.

He switched to her arse when each thrust squeezed more of his jizz out of her. How many times had he cum? How many times had she? Were they still being affected by the aphrodisiac? Heather couldn't tell, she was enjoying herself too much.

What Next?

Option 1- Where is Hermione? (Hint, same place as Pansy)

Option 2- Ginny is caught trying to wear shorts

Option 3- Faculty Meeting

Option X- Open to Suggestions