[From the author: I wrote this story when I was 16 years old. Now, after so much time, I wanted to redo a lot, but I felt that the atmosphere of the text from my editing was changing, and decided to publish it unchanged. All the heroes of the story at the time of the story turned 18 years old]

The potion promised such opportunities that Potter's head was spinning. He could not sleep for a long time in the evenings, constantly thinking over his ideas. Most of them, of course, were associated with erotica and sex, but there was also a desire to just play a trick on Ron.

And so it happened that the first thing that fell into his hands was Natasha Bonua's eyelash. It was a surprisingly tiny girl, below Harry, blond, with clear blue eyes and delicate features. She came along with Madame Maxim to participate in the Three Wizards Tournament. She had a slim body with a small chest and a small ass. She amazed with its freshness and undoubted charm. The person who first met her in the corridors of Hogwarts would never have believed that she was already seven years old, this year, literally in a few days, starting adulthood.

Chuckling to himself, Potter told Ron a secret that he had been meeting with an undergraduate for a week. Successfully meets. But he refused to give her name. Ron tried to find out the details for a long time, but he only found out that this senior student had appointed a date for Potter on the second viewing platform in a certain tower.

The chosen Potter tower was comfortable with glazed windows, mirrors, tables, chairs, benches, upholstered in fabric. And there were numerous niches, alcoves, in which one could easily hide.

Harry was not surprised when he saw Ron go straight to this tower after dinner.

“Oh you, friend is called! - gloatingly thought stalking behind Potter. - pry went!

And Ron really dove for the porter of one of the alcoves.

Similarly, in the middle of the room, Harry had placed “treats for the beloved” on the table in the afternoon — vases with sliced ​​lemons, oranges and pineapples, decanters with juices, boxes of chocolates, large chocolate balls with filling inside. Potter, of course, knew his friend as flaky. Imagine that Ron would look at the pile of sweets for an hour and would not sneak at least something, it was simply impossible.

The candies were arranged so that two of them were on top. Harry put a full dose of potion through a syringe into one of these two chocolates. If Ron limited to only one candy, and it would be "uncharged" - well, then everything will be canceled.

Potter lurked behind the door, peering through the narrow door slit behind what was happening on the landing. To its credit, Ron had to wait for quite a while. Only fifteen minutes later, Weasley appeared from behind the curtains and approached the table with a crouching step. He glanced roundly, grabbed both candies and promptly disappeared into the same alcove.

The minutes of waiting again stretched. Potter had already begun to lose patience, when suddenly a man fell out of the drape onto the floor. That would be Ron, and not Ron. The man stood on all fours, breathing heavily, as if struggling with nausea. He was trembling. His body was rapidly diminishing, his hair was white and curled into small curls.

After a minute, the man in the room began to rise from the floor, slowly and heavily. Fell on the bench, often breathing. Then, gradually recovering, straightened. Harry saw Natasha’s beautiful face, stunned, wide-eyed, and a trembling sponge.

The girl, not believing herself, ran a hand through her hair. Then, realizing something, put her hand on his chest. Then she grabbed the other breast. She jumped up and ran her hand between her legs.

- Natasha Bonois! - exclaimed Natasha. Then came the turn to wonder already Harry. She spoke with a strong French accent. She got a “Natasha” with an emphasis on the last syllable and something in between a Bonois and a Bonva. That will be screaming if Ron also speaks French! But still Natasha spoke in English, albeit with an accent: - There was a turnover of "no potions!"

Potter imagined what was happening with Natasha. Female hormones, completely unfamiliar to Ron's body, are beaten into every cell.

Gradually, the expression of astonishment on Natasha's face gave way to curiosity. She began to stroke her breasts. I got up. Touched the ass. Then one of these hands slid down the belly. Natasha felt herself. Through the expression of astonishment on her face became excited.

The girl lifted her robe, impatiently launched her hand into Ron's too wide pants. Her face flushed, her mouth opened. She often breathed. From her movements, her pants slid off and it became clear that the girl was holding her palm in an awkwardly sitting on her, seemingly huge underpants. Sensing the coolness of the air on her thighs, Natasha glanced at her stomach, arched gracefully, and pulled the underpants down to her knees.

Harry, chuckling, took aim with his wand and uttered a spell. Lowered pants, pants and socks disappeared from Natasha's legs and materialized, neatly folded, on a bench in the far corner of the room. "So that it wouldn't hurt!" He was laughing more and more, Harry thought. The girl, fascinated by the spreading of her fingers with her fingers, did not notice the disappearance of clothes.

Trying to see something standing up, Natasha finally sat down on a bench and put bent knees on it. Her crack has opened. Potter leaned forward, trying not to miss anything, but, alas, he was too far away. But the girl herself, having curved herself in the most incredible way, for a long time considered the device of her crack. Harry saw how she drove her fingers, feeling something. Sometimes she moaned, shuddered. Several times painfully twitched. Then she tried to stick her finger in the vagina.

I put my finger to the bottom of my chink ... and easily plunged it inside. Harry, who had not expected it, stopped. So she is not a virgin? Natasha is not a virgin!

The girl arched from pleasure and moaned. She pulled out her finger completely, held it up to her eyes, sniffed, licked. Her eyes closed.

The sight was so erotic that Harry felt his tense cock in his pants twitch.

Natasha opened her eyes and, without thinking twice, again plunged him into the vagina. She froze like that for a moment, and then began again and again repeating this movement. From time to time she made moans, clearly reaching out to Potter.

“Levitio,” Harry whispered and raised Ron's wand slightly above the floor. With light swinging movements, he carried her across the room and laid her on Weasley's folded clothes. He didn’t want a friend to start experimenting with magic. Still hurt yourself something!

Thinking of Ron as a friend, Potter could not simultaneously get rid of his overwhelming excitement. Yes, it was Weasley, but her eyes saw Natasha, a beautiful, attractive girl! Besides, semi-naked! Besides, as if he were teasing him, playing with herself!

Potter, he felt his heart beating hard, his cheeks burning with fire, the weight spreading across his stomach, the penis jerking. Harry reached out with a palm to a hard rod in his pants, even made a few stroking movements, feeling the pleasure of shooting through the body, but then suddenly stopped, struck by the new idea. Probably, he could not think more clearly, but the idea did not seem to him at that moment either monstrous or criminal.

Potter quietly went down one flight of stairs. Put on a series of hygienic spells - in fact, all that he remembered. Um, and, it turns out, nice to be well-groomed! In the literal sense of the word.

Trying to make as much noise as possible, I went upstairs. He opened the door with a creak.He even moved the door back and forth to creak loudly and continuously. I went inside.

The site was empty, Ron was scared of his approach and disappeared into some kind of alcove. Still burning, crackling torch. Clothes were folded on a bench in the corner. A magic wand was visible over it. In the center of the room ...