Greenhouse 6

The description in Neville’s book said that rue likes dry soil, so you head to Greenhouse 6, with plants that like a drier climate. The moment you step into the greenhouse, you’re hit by a wall of heat.

“It’s a great invention”, Neville says, seemingly not noticing the temperature. “A climate spell that makes this greenhouse mimic the plants’ natural environment.”

By now, you’re sweating profusely. You’re wearing clothes suited to a cool autumn evening, not a scorching desert day. You unbuckle your cloak and let it fall to the ground beside the door.

Now that you’re at least slightly more comfortable, you have a chance to look around. This is a specialty greenhouse and you’ve never had a class in here before. The greenhouse has been made to look as much like the original environment as possible. At your end of the building is a large garden bed bordered with black stones and filled with sand of different colours. Cacti sprout from the ground like hands reaching for the sky. You look around, but don’t see anything that seems like the description in Neville’s book.

Neville, meanwhile, has wandered deeper into the greenhouse. You follow in the same direction. The sand-filled beds are replaced with new ones filled with dust and scraggly bushes. You see a plant that looks promising and step over the boundary into a garden bed. Immediately, you notice that the bed, which had looked like it only extends for a couple of metres, now stretches as far as the eye can see. Hundreds, if not thousands, of different bushes and shrubs surround you. You stare at the vista.

A hand grabs your elbow and tows you backwards. You stumble over the border and continue to stare as the landscape reverts to being a relatively small garden bed. You turn to look at Neville.

“What was that?” you ask him.

“You haven’t been in any of the restricted greenhouses, have you?” Neville asks.

You shake your head.

“I’ve only ever been in the teaching ones. They never look like this.”

You indicate towards the innocuous-looking plants. Neville grins at you.

“Well, Professor Sprout gave me a tour of these greenhouses last year”, Neville explains. “Obviously, there are more plants than space and each one needs its own set of conditions. Professor Sprout told me that the garden beds are enchanted with Extension Charms to give us enough space. This makes Hogwarts one of the leading plant cultivators in Britain.”

You nod your understanding.

“So how can we find one plant among all this?” you ask.

“Just use a Locating Charm”, Neville replies. “If you don’t get a response, then it’s not in that garden bed. You look at these ones, and I’ll look at the ones at the back.”

You step back into the garden bed and raise your wand. Casting the Locating Charm doesn’t lead to any response. When you step back over the boundary, Neville has vanished. You retrace your steps and enter the sandy garden bed. There’s no rue in that bed either. You search through a couple more garden beds – a wide open grassland and a warm mountainside – without any luck. Finally, you decide to find Neville.

The first few garden beds are deserted. Eventually, you step into one that actually looks like a garden. Manicured lawns are surrounded by towering trees and flowering bushes. It’s a pretty place, but you’re here for other business. Neville is easy to spot, or at least, half of him is. He’s currently stuck upside down in an oversized pot and by the way he’s moving his legs, he can’t get out. You walk over to Neville and pat his ass.

“Need some help?” you ask facetiously.

“Get me out of here”, Neville replies in a muffled voice.

You pull at Neville’s legs, but he doesn’t budge. You look critically at the pot. Luckily, it’s empty, so Professor Sprout can’t get angry at you for killing a plant. Slowly, you push over the pot so that it’s on its side.

“Try now”, you say.

Neville wriggles again, but he still can’t get out. With an internal sigh, you grab Neville’s hips and pull. To your embarrassment, all you manage to do is pull down Neville’s pants and underwear. He yells in shock, but you’re too busy staring to notice.

From this **** position, Neville’s asshole is winking at you. Sure, you should probably find the plant you’re looking for, but you’ve not been having any luck so far. You reason that you may as well have a bit of fun in the meantime.

You go down onto your knees behind Neville and pull his ass cheeks apart. Gently, you blow on his hole and watch it twitch at the feeling. Then, you bend down and begin to eat Neville out.

“Harry, what are you doing?” Neville protests.

Rather than reply, you reach under Neville and grab his cock. It’s already hard. You begin to stroke it and are gratified when he begins to moan. You feel Neville’s hole loosen as he gets used to your tongue pushing into it. You pull away and press your finger to Neville’s entrance. It flutters open under your touch, letting you slide in. Neville’s ass presses tightly against your finger as you push further into him.

A particularly loud moan tells you when you hit Neville’s prostate. You push your finger against that spot again and feel his cock jerk in your other hand. You pull your hand back and add a second finger to Neville’s ass.

“That feels so good”, Neville moans as you stretch him open.

After a few minutes, you think that Neville’s sufficiently prepared. Nevertheless, you tap your wand on his ass and mutter a charm. You watch as Neville’s hope gapes open and lube trickles out.

Your lust takes over you. You quickly strip out of your clothes and press your cock against Neville’s entrance. He grinds back against you, pushing your cock into him. Neville groans, but doesn’t tell you to stop. You continue to thrust into Neville until your body is pressed against his.

“Does that feel good?” you ask.

You hear Neville take a breath to respond. Before he can do so, you pull out and quickly thrust back in. Neville moans instead. You continue to fuck him, feeling his tight ass squeeze your cock. You know you aren’t going to last long.

You reach down and begin to stroke Neville’s cock. He lets out a small yelp. Your fist slides faster on Neville’s cock, moving in time to your cock into his ass. Finally, Neville shudders and cums. His ass tightens through his orgasm, milking your cock. You pull out of Neville and stroke your cock until you cum onto Neville’s ass.

You sit down on the grass and close your eyes, as you recover from your orgasm. You’re only drawn back into your surroundings when you feel a slap on the side of your head. You look up to see Neville looming over you, grinning. He must’ve gotten himself free while you were distracted.

“Now it’s your turn”, he says.

You see that his cock has begun to harden again. You reach for it with a smile of your own. You know you’ll need to recover from this before you can continue your search, but a second round won’t hurt.