Yes, a horny Harry on a train home

Harry was stood at the platform waiting for the train with everyone else, waiting to put the year behind him. He’d made it the 6 weeks to the end of term with no more demands. Malfoy seemed satisfied that Hermione was suitably distracted; she was certainly in the library less. There were rumours that Hermione and Zach had hooked up, that she could be found on her back at anytime, in any place they could stumble into. Harry had once walked past an unused classroom and sure he’d heard the muffled screams he once pumped out of Hermione, but he didn’t want to know, didn’t want to see or think of what he’d done, what his exploitation of their freindship had brought her to.

It was time to move on, Harry thought, just the journey back to survive and a journey that Harry was not looking forward to. Tradition dictated that he sit with Ron & Hermione, but he didn’t feel like talking to either of them; Ron, who’d made out with, and handfucked Harry’s ex, Cho, hadn’t said a word to him about it. Harry knew it was hypocritical to be angry about it, given what he’d done, but he was. With Hermione, Harry just felt guilt, he couldn’t think of any other way he could defile her more, stripping her body naked for Malfoy, using her mouth to suck him off, fucked her sensless with Smith’s monster cock. This was not going to be a good journey.

The trio barely spoke, only when Ginny came in did things cheer up a bit, she was free from all the sex swaps and affairs, free to cheerfully talk about quidditch and the summer. Harry was thinking of Ginny in the summer, he was imagining her naked, running his hands over her body, naked in the showers. Harry’s thoughts started to mix up, he was confusing visualising Ginny and being her, at times he was back in the showers, Malfoy behind him, but as Ginny not Cho and thinking of being fucked again, thinking of Malfoy’s dick spreading him, at that point Malfoy opened the compartment door. Harry, so caught up in his lust he actually nudged forward, his mind willing him to jump on his knees right there and **** down on Malfoy’s cock as hard as he could infront of everyone but he managed to control himself…just.

Malfoy had made a rubbish dig at Ron, talking about how he hoped the train didn’t finish early like a Weasley; it was just a chance to bring it up, Draco had been sure to let the rumour go around; Harry thought he saw a smirk on Hermione before she gave him an angry look. He wondered if she’d heard the rumours before fucking Smith, if that had been some sort of **** a small way.

The rest of the journey went smoothly, they were almost all getting on, almost back to the old times when Hermione popped out, Harry was sure she’d gone for something bigger than a pumpkin pasty to fill her up. Sure enough she came back half an hour later, happy and slightly disheveled.

When Harry got to the Dursley’s he went straight to bed, he stripped down and wanked off to the thought of himself as Ginny. Even after finishing his thoughts carried on. There was only one thing for it, Harry got up and started a letter to Hermione, a letter for to ask for some polyjuice. Harry needed to find some release.