- whispered Potter in her ear and again gently put her lips to her lips. His hand rested on her chest.

Natasha slowly, overcoming her weakness that still held her, raised her hands, threw her arms around Harry's neck and held him close to her. The guy felt how her shoulders shook. He looked up in surprise and saw tears flow from the girl’s eyes.

“How ho," Rosh! Whispered Natasha, burying her face in his chest. He felt her tears run down his skin. - What kind of women are happy!

Natasha sobbed. She lifted her head, and Harry saw that she was happy, smiling relaxed, and cute dimples appeared on her wet cheeks. With tenderness, his eyes looked straight into the guy's eyes.

- You are wonderful! Said Potter sincerely. - Miracle!

The girl slightly moved her leg and felt a wrinkled slippery cock in her thigh.

- “Arri, you do not know how it is" rivers "rachno! She whispered. - I want to be a woman! I want to love you! Is always!

Potter ran his hand over Natasha's belly. Gently palm over wet slit. Natasha tilted her head and kissed his hand, with which he rested on the bench, straight into her tense biceps.

- Oh, “Arri! She exclaimed, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She turned on her side and pressed herself against Potter with her whole body. Her tears were already dry, she smiled happily.

Harry turned on his back and moved her body towards him. Natasha immediately dropped her hand and groped his soft member, covered with a mixture of sperm and her discharge.

- I feel your sperm in me! P "are you presenting?" She whispered. "This is great, smooth!"

- You are amazing! Said Potter quietly.

The girl laughed. Her hand stroked the slippery process of the penis.

“I’m probably now roaring about the war in Ron,” Natasha murmured, dropping onto Harry’s chest and hurting his sternum with her sharp chin, “Promise never to remember this, never a single word!

“I promise,” said Potter. - Promise and you. Promise to remember this date, like when you were the most wonderful girl in the world ...

Natasha's eyes closed. She, smiling, continued to lie relaxed on Potter's chest. Her breath was barely audible.

They lay perfectly still. Potter looked into the stone vaulted ceiling of the observation deck directly above him. He was happy, pacified, satisfied. He was filled with quiet joy. The girl on his chest had completely subsided. Harry was wrapped up in a new wave of happiness, simply from the knowledge that she was dormant on him. Minutes went by. Peace and quiet reigned in the room.

Potter felt that his leg was numb, and he gently stirred, pulling her out from under Natasha's leg. It was now that he noticed that an island of red straight hair appeared in the middle of her wonderful blond hair, right on top of her head. Trying not to disturb Natasha, Potter lowered his hand from the bench and felt on the floor the edge of his mantle. He pulled her closer and reached for his magic wand.

“Sonus,” he whispered, and waved his wand, pointing at Natasha's eyes.

Outwardly, nothing has changed, but Harry knew that now her slumber had turned into a deep sleep that lasted for at least an hour.

Still trying not to make any noise or disturb the girl, he carefully slipped out from under her, gently laid him right on the bench, his tummy down. Observing how Natasha’s redhead spot was gradually growing, absorbing her white curls, he began to send hygienic spells one after the other. I found my panties wet from sperm. Washed and dried their corresponding spells. Got dressed.

Already stretching the mantle, he noticed that the girl’s body began to grow in size. It stretched and thickened. Disappeared chest. Began to lengthen the ass. Under the skin swelled muscles. Red hairs appeared on the arms and legs.

After a few minutes, Ron was already lying on the bench. Everything was also careful, but without much affection, Harry turned over his heavy body. Front Weasley looked like a Weasley. His cock, filled with blood, hard, hot, shuddered on the weight.

Harry raised his wand and used all the hygienic spells he knew on Ron. Then, overcoming internal resistance, he took a member of his friend in his hands and examined. No damage found.

In Potter’s fingers, a sticking out member of Ron twitched. Harry wondered if he wouldn’t put a masturbation on Ron, but he decided that he would cope when he woke up.

With a special spell, Potter dressed Ron quickly and, he hoped, more or less correctly. Usually wizards did not use this spell, because it was always confusing and could put socks on top of their shoes, but now Harry felt too tired to put his own Weasley on.

Using Levitations, Potter brought Ron back to the alcove where he originally hid. Next to him was his wand and two chocolates like the ones Weasley ate before the date.

Well, everything seems to be. Harry looked around, trying to remember if he had forgotten anything. He picked up a basket of food, turned, waved his wand and said, plunging his friend into another hour of sleep:

- A weasel!

***

On a sunny Sunday morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione lay on the lawn in front of the school and watched one Muggle game that Madame Maxime girls started. It was tennis. The girls came out in the standard Muggle form for this game, and Ron, who first saw them jumping, running, falling, dressed only in tight white T-shirts and short skirts, stopped asking Harry and Hermione about the rules and just began to watch. Fortunately, he was in the traditional mantle, so his reaction to this sight was invisible to others. Potter, carelessly released in Muggle trousers, was forced to bend his legs to hide the increasing mound in the lower abdomen.

Both were not sleepy. Both yawned, which caused a healthy irony from Hermione.

Just a few hours ago, already in the morning, Ron came to the boys bedroom. He looked dumbfounded.

“How's your date?” Asked Potter.

"It is not clear ..." muttered Weasley, peering at Harry.

- Poorly?

- No, good. Very good. Everything was like in a dream ... Literally ... And you?

- Well!

Ron sat on Harry's bed.

- How is your girlfriend?

“Nothing,” Potter shrugged.

- Nothing strange?

- Not. Everything as usual...

- I know her?

“Well,” Harry was embarrassed, “you know her, of course, but I can't tell you her name ...”

- Well, what is she like?

“Well, great,” Potter smiled. - Beautiful, interesting, energetic. Dreamer.

- Dreamer?

- Well, yes, we constantly play some games ...

- What was the game today?

Harry blushed, but answered nevertheless:

- She was pretending to be you.

- by me?

- Well, yes, we often play like that. Like, she accidentally drank circulating potion. And in fact she is someone else. We have already played Fleur Delacour, Hermione, Sneppa and twice in ...

- Sneppa?

- It was terrible. She portrayed hate for me, and I portrayed hate for her. And while kissing. Pretty fun.

- And who did you play twice?

- In you. Something she is not indifferent to you ... And what about Merry-Ann?

Ron looked at Harry in surprise, but then, remembering, nodded:

- Fine. Only you know, I have the impression that I fell asleep. But, as it were, not completely. And that I saw someone else's date. And in such detail that, as if, he even participated in it himself ...

- Wow! And what did you like?

- I say very.

He shrugged his shoulders and, with the same stunned look, began to go to bed. Harry turned his back on him and fell asleep smiling.

After breakfast, unable to cope with his erotic memories, Harry pulled out a familiar potion bottle and tried to turn into Fleur Delacour. But, alas, after several minutes of torment, he found himself in his own body - the potion was too small.He neatly hid his hair and an empty bottle by the tube and went to the library.

His hand itself stretched to the treatise of Orgasmus. He looked at it, again marveling at the variety of sexual spells. To his surprise, near the end, he found several inches of text devoted to a revolving potion. The medieval magician strongly recommended that couples use a decoction so that spouses could diversify their sex life, change each other ... with each other, change places and, finally, if they were lucky, and by some miracle their hair fell in their youth saved their magical life. , return to their young body and have sex, feeling what they felt in their youth.

Harry became sad from the fact that he no longer had the potion. Of course, he could try to cook it, but here Potter was not too flattering - he was well aware that his patience, skills and knowledge would not be enough for this. “I wonder if you can buy it?” Harry thought hopefully.

After folding the parchment and putting it in place, he went to look at the game of tennis, on which half a school had already begun to stare.

Now he was lying on the grass next to Ron and Hermione. The boys looked at the girls' assbags, jumping at the grid stretched between the trees, then at Hermione's chest, successfully shaded by the morning sunlight. Granger didn't seem to notice.

The game ended, and a new pair came out to the grid. It was Natasha Bonois and her friend Catherine. Both guys got close, their eyes widened, and Harry also sat on the grass to hide the movement of the mound on his pants.

Hermione followed their gaze, snorted, and pointedly turned away. The boys, on the other hand, stared at familiar white curls, slim, slim body and fast, long legs and literally swallowed saliva from arousal. Before Harry's eyes were a series of pictures of this night. Ron was tormented by some kind of painful desire to take possession of the body, which he still felt as if from the inside, as his own. A few minutes later, Hermione turned around, but when she discovered that the boys could barely breathe, staring at Natasha, she muttered:

- And what these men need! It is as flat as a board!

No one began to object to her. Hermione got up and went to the group of girls who were watching the game, as if wanting to ask something about the game, but in reality just blocking Natasha from Harry and Ron.

In the thoughts of Potter a black cloud crawled Voldemort. Suddenly, Harry realized that the black magician is not only a brutal killer. He is also a pitiful insignificance. He himself has deprived such a jewel - ordinary human love.