Study Sessions

“AGGGHHHHH! I’M STILL NOT GETTING IT!

It was another beautiful morning at Hogwarts, students leisurely walked through the castle with plans on how to best spend the day off from classes. Fresh snow had graced the castle the previous night and many students were eager to enjoy the frost while they could, while those who did not contented themselves with the warmth of Hogwarts many fires. During times like this, it was rare to find students in the dungeon floor, where the cold air would bite the hardest. It was no secret that in true snake fashion, Slytherins’ despised the cold that winter brought them. As such the dungeons of Hogwarts were devoid of people, save for two students in the Potions classroom.

Currently holding his head with his hands was Barnaby Lee, a sixth-year Slytherin student. Although known across the school for his impressive stature and prodigious dueling ability, he also carries with him the burden of not being particularly bright. Sitting across from him and currently sifting through the contents of yet another failed potion was Penny Haywood, a sixth-year Hufflepuff. Penny had cemented herself as one of the more popular students through her friendliness and kindness. She was also rightfully known as THE potions expert in her year and perhaps of the student body.

“Barnaby? Why is there murtlap fur in this mixture?” Penny said as she fished out a charred clump of fur with her wand from the still simmering mixture.

“Well, the book said essence of murtlap. Doesn’t fur count as essence?” replied Barnaby, his voice reflecting the lack of confidence he had in what he just said. The boy took a moment to look around the room, countless cauldrons with similarly disastrous potions were scattered around, it would take him at least an hour to clean it up.

“I’m sorry Penny, I’m just not cut out for this. I’ll tell Snape you tried but that I’m too much of an idiot to learn.” the boy said as he looked down to the textbook before him, trying in vain to make sense of the words. The girl scoffed at the boy’s self-deprecation, her voice gaining the slightest bit of annoyance.

“Barnaby! I’m not just doing this because Snape said so! I’m doing this because we’re friends!”

The outburst earned a small sad smile from Barnaby and Penny felt her heart ache to see her friend in such a state. The better part of the morning had been spent already and they were no further along then when they had started. Penny began to rack her brain for how to best proceed with the lesson and thought back to the events that put them there.

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It was after Friday’s Potions class. As Penny was beginning to gather her belongings a voice had stopped her.

“Ms. Haywood. A moment, please.” said Snape in his signature tone of barely present disgust. Penny took a few more moments to gather her things and then went to the teacher. Snape merely eyed the room to ensure that the students would not dawdle behind to hear what he had to say.

“Professor? Was there anything wrong with how I made my potions?”

Snape’s eyes snapped back to Penny, his face lacking the usual hatred he had when talking to other students.

“You potion was quite exceptional, as always, Ms. Haywood.” The girl seemed to sparkle under receiving praise from one of the most despised teachers in Hogwarts. “So exceptional are your skills that I am willing to offer you an opportunity to earn House Points.” It seemed impossible but the girl began to glow even more. The House Cups had been dominated by Slytherin, with Anon Ymous somehow gaming the system and single-handedly leading his house to victory, year after year. The girl thought about her long gone prefect and what she would always say.

‘Hufflepuff will rise.’

“Ms. Haywood.”

Penny was brought back to reality to see a slowly growing annoyance on Snape’s face. For a potions expert the man was sorely lacking in patience.

“Of course, Professor! Just tell me what I need to do!”

Snape reached into his desk and pulled out a ledger. Penny tried not to overtly stare but was able to make out names and numbers. It was a gradebook.

“What I am about to tell you is personal to a student and cannot be shared outside of this classroom. Understood?” Snape looked at the girl to see what her response would be. The words had piqued her interest but also her apprehension. The smile fell from her face as she felt that this would be a serious matter.

“Understood, Professor!” The girl suddenly stood up straighter and put her hands to her sides, as if she was a soldier prepared to receive her orders. Snape sighed and went back to flipping through his book before he found what he was looking for.

“It is my understanding that you are good friends with one Barnaby Lee.” He looked at the girl who was momentarily shocked by the sudden mention of the name before she nodded back at Snape. “He is performing quite… poorly in this class and is on track to fail.” Penny let out a gasp at this information. Barnaby had never let on about how he was doing in classes, Penny had some suspicion that his grades weren’t the best but to be failing? How had he not asked for help yet? Snape looked back at his book and continued,

“As the Head of his House and the professor failing him, I felt it appropriate to assist him in… some manner. There will be an Exam soon and should he pass with… exceptional marks, I would find it fit to give him a passing grade for the year.” Snape looked to the girl to garner what her response would be.

Penny raised her hand to her chin and began thinking. Barnaby was her friend and she was sure she could help him pass but, she wasn’t sure if he would be embarrassed by her knowing. Typically, it would be the House’s responsibility to care for their own. Snape asking her brought up many questions.

“I’m sorry Professor, but shouldn’t this matter be handled in house? I’m sure Anon can teach him enough to pass and .... Merula is better than Anon is at it.”

The mention of the Snyde girl caused Penny to tense up. Merula had made rivals of many people during her tenure in Hogwarts, one of them being Penny herself. Penny suspected that competition is what drove Merula to achieve excellence. As a woman, Penny had nothing but respect for Merula, it takes a lot of hard work to stand out at Hogwarts, especially a female. While Penny may have dominated Potions, Merula was not far behind which when combined with her natural talent in dueling and academics, put her in the same power category as Anon, the strongest student at the school. As a woman, she wanted Merula to succeed and overthrow Anon, but as a student…

She wanted Merula to lose. Merula was too mean for anyone to be friends with, besides Ismelda Murk, who Penny assumed liked the abuse. If Merula had simply tried to make friends instead of pushing everyone away, who knows what could happen. Maybe under different circumstances, Penny would have been one of her cronies as well. Penny snapped out of her own thoughts when she heard Snape begin to speak.

“While Mr. Ymous scores in this class are… adequate enough, I feel that he does not have the natural affinity that you or Ms. Snyde possess.” Snape sighed again as the girl’s stupid smile returned to her face, this next part would be painful for him. “And while Ms. Snyde IS a Slytherin, she has proven to have a… disagreeable personality. As such, I believe you are the best candidate for this situation.”

“So, in other words I’m better than…” Penny dragged the last word, waiting for Snape to finish her sentence.

“C’mon Professor, I’m better than.... Better than…” Snape covered his face with hands, he knew what the girl wanted him to say. If she wasn’t his best student he would have docked house points already.

“Yes, Ms Haywood,” Snape groaned, “In this EXTREMELY SPECIFIC scenario you are better than Merula Snyde.” He watched as the girl gave a small squeal and pumped her fist. He knew that somehow Snyde would hear of this and demand Snape give her an opportunity to prove her superiority. He could already feel the migraine coming. Losing his patience, he got up and started heading out the door, stopping only to slam a key down in front of Haywood.

“The key to the classroom and storeroom. I expect both rooms to be in PRISTINE condition or I will dock points from both of you. Now good night.”

“Good Night Professor, have a nice weekend!” Penny waved as Snape made his exit. Cradling the key in hand, a mischievous smile crept to her face as she thought of all she could do with it.

“First, make a copy. Second, help Barnaby!”

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As Penny recollected her thoughts she realized that she never made that key copy actually. She was snapped out of her daydream by Barnaby giving another pained plea.

“It's already noon and I still don’t know anything! Merula was right about me, I’m terrible excuse for a Slytherin and should have dropped---”

“DON’T YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE, LEE!” Barnaby gasped as he looked at Penny. Her face was red and she was now clenching both her fists mustering the angriest look Barnaby had ever seen the girl with.

“MERULA IS NOT RIGHT!” Penny screamed as she slammed her fist on the table. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself after her outburst. As she slowly inhaled again she said as calmly as she could muster, “If you are not learning, than that means that I am not teaching you properly, which is no fault of yours, Barnaby” She looked at Barnaby, he still looked pretty broken up about everything and Penny felt her heart hurting the sorry sight.

“How about we take a small break, Barnaby?” She offered in the hope that some small talk would give him some more energy.

“Yeah, sure” Barnaby replied weakly. Nothing was said between the two for minutes as Barnaby had no desire in him to talk and Penny tried to think of topics for conversation.

She looked at Barnaby again, he had taken out a book about magical creatures and was flipping through the pages. She saw as his eyes were glancing through the pages and a Penny began to study the boy. He was extremely handsome, a hard face with such soft eyes. He was tall, broad and physically the strongest in the school. To say that he was a looker was putting it lightly. Penny had to admit to herself that she was rather attracted him. He was an agreeable man, and never put up too much of a fight when Penny or Tulip needed muscle for some scheme of theirs. He may be dim at times, but that only added to his cuteness. Penny always thought her ideal man would be one she can order around, and one that was sufficiently built. Barnaby was what she called a stallion, and her dormmates agreed.

Every few weeks, the girls of Hufflepuff would gather together and talk about the boys in their year. It was a bonding experience for the ladies to swoon over the school’s heartthrobs and for more experienced girls to share their romantic exploits. Girls would always look to Penny for stories but everytime Penny would leave them disappointed. Penny was by no means narcissistic but she knew that she was developing in a very attractive woman. Her dorm mates would lament over her ample breasts and shapely rear or how the Hufflepuff diet seemed to only further carve out her full figure. It had gotten to the point where Mrs. Sprout had told her to always wear her robes as anything else would prove too distracting for the other students. She had no shortage of suitors, but she shot them all down. She was looking for something specific, and she knew exactly what she wanted in a man.

After questioning her and getting nothing the meetings would continue. Some red-faced Hufflepuff girl would always recount their run-in with Barnaby Lee. Some girls would wake up early to stalk him as he ran laps around Hogwarts or train in the courtyard until his body was covered in sweat. Some of the braver ones, would purposely run into him in hallways, knowing that Barnaby would always apologize and offer to carry them to Madam Pomfrey, an offer which they usually took him up on. The girls talked about him like he was some giant puppy, full of love, happiness and energy and just eager to please. The younger ones would always pester Penny about what Barnaby was really like. She always gave out vague answers, that he likes to train and that he's a kind person.

It was because Penny knew that Barnaby didn’t train for hours everyday just to make girls weak in the knees. Barnaby trained because weakness was a feeling he couldn’t tolerate. Barnaby, offers to help the girls he bumps into, not out of kindness, but because it’s his duty to help those that he can. Barnaby’s only way to measure himself as a man is to be strong, and  she knew that failing a class made him feel so weak. Perhaps that was why he refused to say anything. He had to be strong so that his parents wouldn’t have to worry about him. She knew a good amount ABOUT him but not much actually from him.

He was oblivious to her staring it seemed, comfortable in the silence. Penny on the other hand was beginning to become anxious after going so long without and conversation.

“What kind of girls do you like?” Penny blurted the question out before she had any real time to think about it, but it was out there and Penny’s heart burned with curiosity.

Barnaby seemed to be surprised by the suddenness of the question but not the question itself. He closed the book he was reading and scrunched up his face as he began thinking.

‘Adorable.’ Penny thought as she watched his face

“Well, lets see.” Barnaby said, finally reaching some sort of answer. “They got to be nice. Nice girls are always the cutest. Funny would be a must too, I mean who doesn’t like to laugh, right? And I would like the girl to be smarter than me, shouldn’t be that hard!” Barnaby laughed, once again self-deprecating himself, “Oh! And they have to like animals too, that’s gonna be number 1!”

Penny gave a small smile, it was endearing that he went to personality traits first but she felt that response extremely lacking in juiciness. She would try again.

“Well, what about PHYSICAL traits, Barnaby? What gets you going?” Penny leaned in to the question, most of her guy friends got skittish when she asked for specifics, but she felt that Barnaby would be straight up.

“Hmm, Physical?” He was thinking hard as he imagined his ideal woman. “I’m a, what did Anon call it? Oh yeah! I’m an Ass Man!” Penny’s eyes widened at the sheer straightforwardness of her friend. She knew her guy friends talked differently when she wasn’t there but they are apparently as vulgar as the Hufflepuff girls are.

“Although, don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate a healthy pair, there’s nothing better than the shape of a real woman!” Barnaby laughed as his hands ran along the curves of an imaginary woman. “ Let’s see, what else? Love me some blue eyes, always liked that, could look into them for hours. Long hair, too, and if I had to pick a color? Ummm, blonde!”

Penny’s cheeks began to burn as the implication of what he said hit her. Barnaby was still laughing to himself, seemingly oblivious to what he said, that is until…

“It just hit me! You’re my ideal woman, Penny!” Barnaby said with a huge grin. He gave a loud, hearty laugh as thought about how he had never pieced it together before. Still smiling he looked to his companion to see if she found it as funny as he did. His grin slowly fell as he saw that Penny was trying in cover her red face with hands.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said anything. I was just being stupid and wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying! I’m sorry!” He got up and moved closer to her, but stopped short of actually touching her.

“Don’t worry about it, Barnaby.” Penny stammered as she recomposed herself, “You just caught me off guard that’s all, but I did ask for it!.” She laughed. Her response seemed to put Barnaby at ease as he sat back down.

“Thank goodness! I thought about not saying it but then I was like, ‘Penny must be called cute all the time, she won’t mind!’, but that was pretty bone-headed of me though.” Barnaby gave a sheepish smile. For better or for worse his happy-go-lucky attitude had returned. As Penny looked at Barnaby, a mischievous thought entered her head.

“All right, Barnaby. Let’s get back to it.” She said as she took out the Potions textbook. Barnaby’s smile was completely gone now and replaced with a look of determination. ‘Here we go’, thought Penny as she began ask the first question.

“Statistically, what is the longest amount of time a Polyjuice Potion can stay in effect?” She looked to Barnaby as she finished the question, he was thinking hard.

“Uhhh, 12 hours?” he said weakly.

“That’s right, Barnaby!” Penny was ecstatic, he had gotten the question right. She thought back to her plan to motivate him, and pushing the nervous feelings in her down moved her hand to the top buttons of her flannel shirt. With direct eye contact with Barnaby she began to undo the first two buttons. Barnaby’s face was slightly red as his eyes were immediately drawn to milky white flesh now uncovered.

“A-alright, next question! What is the brew time of a Doxycide potion when using a copper cauldron?” Penny flashed her eyes to Barnaby, anticipation and nervousness welling up in stomach as she awaited his answer. Barnaby was still a little dazed, looking away from Penny in an effort to help him focus on the question.

“Copper, copper… Minute ten?” Barnaby looked to Penny as he spoke, an act he would regret. He was confident in his answer but looking at the girl before him, nodding, and the slight jiggle of her ample bosom caused a fire to burn within him. The fire only grew worse as he watched Penny undo 2 more buttons, leaving her shirt a quarter of the way open. He still wasn’t sure what was happening exactly. Barnaby bit his lips in a effort to reign in his raging hormones as he looked at how Penny’s breasts pushed against the restrictive confines of her white bra. His mind was becoming so clouded that he barely heard Penny begin the next question.

“Alright time for a hard one. In what court case was it ruled that testimony under the Veritaserum was not sufficiently reliable enough to establish guilt?” Penny smiled evilly, there was no possible way Barnaby knew that, it was a question that Penny had seen in one of her N.E.W.T. practical exams.

“Uhhhh… Grindwald vs. the People?” Barnaby took a shot in the dark. He had no clue what the right answer was. He was beginning to feel disappointed when he heard Penny speak up.

“Alright, Barnaby, lose the sweater.” Barnaby was shocked at the request, he still didn’t know what was happening, he merely thought Penny was getting hot.

“What?”

“You haven’t pieced it together yet?” Penny said with a wide smile and blushing cheeks. As she made eye contact with Barnaby she quickly looked away. Giggling to herself she held up the Potions book so that it hid her red face from Barnaby. This, however, left her exposed flesh to be the only thing Barnaby could focus on. As Barnaby’s thoughts began to spin out of control, Penny lowered the book so that he could see her bright blue eyes.

“Consider it incentive for getting questions right. If you can focus during this then you can focus in front of Snape, right?” Barnaby finally understood as he began to take of his sweater. “It’s only fair that you lose something too when you get it wrong, consider it incentive for the both of us”

Penny looked away for a moment, the sight of the adonis before her stripping proved to be too much for her weak sensibilities. After collecting herself she looked back at him and gasped.

“I just said the sweater why did you take your shirt off, too!?” Penny looked him over, he was much more cut in person then when she would view him from afar. Defined abs and massive biceps made Penny unconsciously water at the mouth. How far was she ready to take this? Barnaby’s deep laugh made her focus her attention back on his face.

“It just seemed fair! I mean I got a lot of questions wrong early so it felt right to start with less!” Barnaby laughed. Penny gulped as she took in all of him before her shaking hands fumbled to find their place in the book. She looked down at herself and quickly counted how much she had left to work with.

6 buttons, 3 questions if he got them right. She asked him a question, he got it right. 4 left now. She asked him a harder question, he stumbled on his words but managed to eek out the right answer. 2 buttons left. Her shirt was now completely open from her belly up. Under Barnaby’s eager stare she pulled the shirt apart so that her shoulders were now bare as well, giving Barnaby a perfect view of her large breasts and the thick white bra holding them up. Her cheeks were burning as she felt his stare on her, her body giving an involuntary shiver as the cold air hit her. Her skin began to prickle with goosebumps and she felt her nipples began to harden. She looked down and to her embarrassment and excitement, they were noticeable, poking out from underneath her bra. She looked at Barnaby and narrowed her eyes. She was going too easy on him.

She looked through the book for a moment, before stopping on a question.

“What is the optimal color for a potion of Wit-Sharpening?

“Orange!” Barnaby said. He was more confident and eager to answer more questions. It seemed Penny’s plan had worked. But her plan wasn’t finished yet.

“Close! Dark Orange, Barnaby. Snape is a stickler for the specifics.” Penny smirked as she decided to watch him strip this time. He had gotten such good looks of her, it was only fair she did the same. Barnaby seemed a bit annoyed at the technicality of the question, but he knew that Penny was right, either way. He moved his hand to take of his silver bracelet but stopped short of actually doing so. He looked up at Penny who seemed disappointed by his choice and decided to do something more daring. He stood up and pushed the stool he was sitting on back. The sound of metal clanging filled the room as he started to undo his belt buckle. Penny was watching him with unwavering attention and he smiled to himself. With a loud clang, he dropped his grip on his pants allowing them to fall to the floor.

Penny’s mouth opened ever so slightly at the sight before her. It seemed that her little stunt had done enough to excite Barnaby, as she could make out a near perfect shape of his hard member pushing against his privies. She felt an intense burning deep within her.

‘Sounds like the rumors were right.’ She thought as she licked her lips as she recalled the information some Hufflepuff girls manage to goad out of the Slytherin boys.

A magnum dong. Not the words she would use but an apt description.

Resolving herself to ask the next question, Penny looked into the textbook.

“List two ingredients used in a Strengthening Solution” Penny said shakily. Her hands moved to the last two buttons of her shirt. It wasn’t particularly hard question but neither was it easy. She shamefully hoped that Barnaby would get it wrong so that she could admire everything he has to offer, but at the same time, she was just as eager to show him all she had as well. Barnaby’s brow furrowed and he spoke.

“Salamander blood and Griffin, no POWDERED Griffin claw.”

Penny’s heart started racing. ‘This is it’, she thought. Slowly, she undid the last two buttons and removed her shirt. She hugged herself as the cold air hit her arms fiercely, in doing so inadvertently pushing her breasts together for Barnaby’s viewing pleasure. She stood up and grabbed the sole remaining clean cauldron.

Barnaby’s eyes followed her as she stood. As she turned slightly to face the adjacent table, he was able to fully view her voluptuous profile. As she bent slightly to grab the cauldron he took in the the contrast of her figure. Her large breasts, held together only by her bra, leading down to a flat stomach. Her arched back leading into an ample rear. The curve of her buttocks leading into her thick thighs. Barnaby saw it all. He tore his eyes away from her body and looked into those blue eyes of hers. With a thud, she placed the cauldron in front of him.

“If you want the next part, then you need to make a Girding Potion”

Barnaby looked at the gathered ingredients, raking his mind for the steps of this daunting task.

‘Girding Potion is… endurance isn’t it’ he thought to himself. With a swift look to Penny and the prizes that awaited him, he steeled himself. ‘I can do this.’
Minutes passed, and as Barnaby lost himself in the fervor of making the potion, Penny watched with anxious breath and wanting eyes. She would wince every time she saw him reach for an ingredient out of turn but smile as she saw him correct himself. TIme passed, longer than Penny would have liked to wait but shorter than what she needed to prepare herself for what’s to come.

With a final stir, Barnaby looked at the cauldron. It was finished. As Penny sauntered over to examine the potion, Barnaby took the opportunity to admire her figure once more. Penny, meanwhile, was oblivious to his stares as she began to evaluate his potion.

“Good texture, right color, I think, I think this is a pass.” Penny’s cheeks began to burn up. ‘This is it.’ she thought, ‘I’m going to show him everything.’ She began to move her hands behind her back to undo her bra.

“Stop!”

Penny looked at Barnaby surprised. Why was he stopping her? Did he not want this?

“I’m sorry, Penny. But I don’t want to force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. You don’t have to do this.”

Penny was shocked, Barnaby was giving her an understanding smile, and it pissed her off.

“You’re not forcing me to do anything! I did this because I wanted too! I made the rules so I’m going to play by them!” she shouted. She stomped on the floor for added emphasis, causing Barnaby to become distracted as her breasts violently jiggled.

‘The nerve of this guy! Can’t he take a hint? I’ll show him who’s in charge!’ She continued to fumble with her strap with a scowl on her face when Barnaby spoke.

“Fine. But I’m going to keep things fair.” Penny had no idea what he was on about, but when she saw his hands reach for the hem of his briefs she understood. Her strap was undone and she was holding up her bra with just her hands.

“On three, okay?”

“Right.“

“One… two… three.” The two students dropped their respective undergarments. Penny gasped as she saw Barnaby’s member spring out defiantly. Likewise, Barnaby inhaled sharply as he saw Penny’s breasts drop when freed of their support. They stood there in silence taking each in. Barnaby was captivated by Penny’s breasts, they somehow seemed even bigger without the bra. The sight of her soft pink, puffy nipples made Barnaby clench his jaw as he tried to suppress his base instincts.

Penny stared at his long member, admiring the girth of his shaft as it flared out at the head. It already had a light sheen to it, no doubt from the charged atmosphere they had placed themselves in. She noticed the light stubble on around the base, for whatever reason, it seemed Barnaby kept himself shaved down there, a question for a later time. Penny found herself walking towards Barnaby, who was almost completely nude now, never taking her eyes of her prize. Barnaby watched in captivated silence as the girl reached out her right hand, her fingertips lightly grazing against his shaft.

No words were spoken as Penny grabbed Barnaby’s discarded sweater, placing it on the ground beneath his feet. Penny made quick eye contact with the boy as she slowly got on her knees, resting them on the sweater. She was now eye level with Barnaby’s dick. Slowly, she grasped the shaft with her hands. Barnaby gave a sharp gasp, Penny’s hands were cold from being in the room so long, nearly shocking his penis back into hiding.

“Sorry!” Penny said as she gave him a cheeky smile. In an effort to make up for the temperature shock she began to lightly stroke it. It was big, her tiny hands barely reach around it, and her jerking motions only seemed to cover half of its length. She began to knead her free hand against her pant leg, in a effort to warm them up. Now she had two hands working Barnaby. She started to add a light twisting motion to her hands, in the hopes that he would like that. She looked up from her work to see what kind of face he was making now. His head was tilted and his eyes were closed.

“Do you like it?” Barnaby grunted in approval and Penny couldn’t help but giggle at his response. She felt his dick twitch in her hands and felt something patting her hair. Barnaby, it seemed, didn’t know what to do with his hands and opted to rub Penny’s hair. One hand was stroking her hair while another was rubbing a lock between its fingers. With another giggle Penny released Barnaby’s member.

“Wha-?”

The loss of warmth caused Barnaby to look down. Penny was looking back up him with a seductive smile, he was beginning to feel heat build up in him again. She raised her right forearm so that it was in parallel with Barnaby’s dick. She marveled at how both the length and girth seemed to rival that of her arm. It looks like she had picked her first time wisely.

“You have a pretty cock, Barnaby!” she said as she gave him a wide smile. Barnaby went red at the praise. She then took his hands in hers and guided them to her braids. Thinking he understood he grabbed them with his hands, coiling them around to get a good grip.

“If you’re going to play with my hair, then play with these.” Penny moved her hands back to their neglected friend. With a tight grip she pull the skin back on his member, marveling at the amount of precum already there.

“Mwah!”

With an exaggerated noise, Penny kissed the head of his penis, causing it and Barnaby to twitch wildly. She felt Barnaby reflexively pull her hair harder during it, the slight amount of pain caused by it exciting her, egging her on to do more.

She took a deep breath, and in one fluid motion took Barnaby’s head into her mouth. Barnaby pulled harder on her braids as his brain began to process the many new sensations he was now feeling. He couldn’t think as Penny began to bob her head up and down, her tiny hands working fervently, one on the shaft and the other massaging his balls. Barnaby closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully feel Penny’s soft mouth, her warm tounge lashing at his penish, trying to strangle it it seemed. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of wet sloshing. As Penny took his dick into her mouth with extreme vigor, the growing amounts of saliva in her mouth crashed against his dick.

Barnaby felt his climax fast approaching when he finally saw Penny’s face. Her cheeks were pressed into her face as she sucked strongly on his member. The sight of the most popular girl in school servicing him so vigorously filled him with immense pride and lust. Knowing he was at his limit e pulled harder on her braids in a effort to get her off him.

“Penny, I’m about to --- Ughh!”

Penny seemed to understand what he was trying to do but resisted his attempts to pull her off him. Moving her hands behind him she fiercely grabbed his firm buttocks, driving her nails deeply into the skin. Using all her strength she pulled Baraby’s lower half into her, the pain of her hair being pulled the opposite direction fueling her, while suppressing her gag reflex to take all of Barnaby in her throat. Penny’s eyes teared up as she made an involuntary gagging noise, the noise being the catalyst to sending Barnaby over the edge.

“Penny!” Barnaby felt himself shooting out wildly into the back of Penny’s throat, the noises she made while gulping it down causing him to release even more with greater intensity. As the sensation left him, he winced as his over-sensitive dick felt Penny’s mouth slowly slide off of him. With a loud POP, his penis was brought back into the light. He was gasping for air, now aware of the fact that he wasn’t breathing for the last 40 seconds of that. Penny’s cheeks were puffed up, it seemed like she wasn't able to take the entire load. She looked up at him with tear-stained eyes and loudly gulped whatever was left in her mouth.

“Ahhhh” she said as she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show him that she had swallowed everything. Barnaby smiled, still trying to catch his breath. The two looked at each other and broke out into laughter. As the laughter died down, Penny began to speak.

“It’s kinda embarrassing that my first kiss was with your… thing, Barnaby.” Penny laughed, but Barnaby didn’t. The implication of that sentence replaced any contentment in him with guilt and shame. Penny finally noticed the frown on his face, but before she could say anything Barnaby bent over and grabbed her. His large hands getting a good grip on the girl he lifted her up off the floor with little exertion. Setting her down on a nearby counter top so that she was sitting on it, the two were close to eye level now.

“Sorry, Penny, I guess we did things out of order, huh?” Penny had no time to respond as Barnaby’s lips crashed into hers. His tongue forced its way in as he began to push into her, forcing the girl to lie back on the cold counter. He was now on top of her, their tongues intertwined as they gave each other sloppy kisses. Barnaby’s left hand was caressing the side of her face while his right was roughly massaging her exposed breast. The cold shock sent shivers up her spine as Penny felt the metal from Barnaby's rings touch her sensitive skin.  As he kneaded her breast with one hand, his other dropped to to lightly pinch her neglected nipple. As he pulled back on it, Penny broke the kiss with a loud gasp. As their mouths separated a thin line of saliva still connected their tongues.

“B-Barnaby, you shouldn’t kiss me! You just… you know, in my mouth!” Barnaby stopped all of his actions as he thought about that new fact.

“Huh, you’re right.”

“I didn’t tell you to stop eve- Mmph” Penny as cut off again as Barnaby attacked her mouth once more. Her mouth already being open from her interrupted warning gave Barnaby the opportunity to slip his tongue in again. Just as Penny began to reciprocate he broke off the kiss again.

“I thought it tasted weird.” he said with a dumb smile on his face.

“Barnaby, you can’t just---”

*POP*

Penny looked down, now realizing that Barnaby had unbuttoned her pants while she wasn’t paying attention. With a few short tugs, Barnaby had rid her of her pants, now working on removing her shoes and socks. Penny covered her face in embarrassed shock as she began to feel his large fingers grab her sensible plain white panties. With a grace unlike him he slowly finished completely disrobing her, guiding the silken garment past her thighs all the way to her dainty feet. Embarrassed over being completely naked, and shivering in the cold, Penny clenched her legs together to hide her shame.

Barnaby wasn’t sure if he should force them open or not, not wanting to go past the girl’s comfort level.

“Just do it!” the red-faced girl said, relaxing her legs so that Barnaby could pull her legs apart. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Her entrance was quivering and wet with anticipation. It was a pristine mound, Barnaby had no doubts that he was the first to see it. Looking up above it was a patch of well maintained blonde hair. His first instinct was grab her short hairs and lightly pull up. The girl before him squealed as he pulled and rubbed the coarse hairs against his fingers.

Having enough of that he grabbed her by her legs and dragged her so that her legs were off the counter. Now it was his turn to kneel. Now, face to face with her chamber of secrets Barnaby wasn’t sure how to proceed. He looked up to see Penny staring at him in anticipation. He moved his hands to either side of her slick entrance and pulled the flaps apart. Penny’s head shot back as her warm pink flesh was met with cold air. Barnaby began to drag one of his fingers up and down her womanhood. The sharp gasp he elicited encouraged him to be more bold as he increased the force and speed he rubbed her at. In his speed he accidently rubbed her with one of his many rings, causing the girl to arch her back at the sensation. Learning something from this experience he began to trace his fingers along his rings as he began to think. The rings held sentimental value to him, and what he was about to do filled him with doubt. Pushing those feeling aside, he plunged his index finger into her. She arched her back and gave out a small scream as he forced his finger to go in past the ring.

“Aggghh!”

Her inside was warm and tight, he began to work himself around, making sure to add a pump to his motions. She seemed to be breathing heavier and let out another loud moan as he pushed up against something. She lifted her ass off the counter as she gave out a sultry moan. Barnaby was sure he found the G spot he heard his friends talking about. To test it out he shoved a second, ringed finger inside her, pumping furiously trying to find where it was again.

“Barnaby! Fuuuuuc- Ugggghh!” Barnaby smiled, Penny was usually good at keeping her vocabulary clean, he took that as sign of encouragement. Penny still reeling from her second orgasm was panting, hot breaths visible in this cold. One of her hands crept up to massage her woefully neglected breasts while the other reached out to grab Barnaby by his hair.

“Don’t you think it's time you repay the favor? A kiss for a kiss!”

Barnaby’s face was pulled towards Penny’s glistening vagina. Barnaby sloppily ran his tongue along the slit before finding the entrance. He began to push himself as deep as he could go with his tongue, hoping to find the spot he found with his fingers. Penny had let go of Barnaby’s hair, keeping him in place by wrapping her legs around his head, crushing his head between her thick thighs. Her free hand worked it way up to the neglected breast, playing and teasing it, while her previously occupied hand found its way into her mouth. She bit on the knuckle of her finger as pleasure began to build up within her. Barnaby seemed to finally figure out what he was doing attacking her relentlessly with his tongue. As Penny began to feel another, stronger orgasm on the horizon she squeezed Barnaby even more with her legs. With a loud moan she arched her back so much she thought it would break. Barnaby was being suffocated by the vice grip Penny had on his head, being forced to take in the juices that Penny was now shooting into his mouth, his nose being scratched by the coarse yellow hair of her mound.

“OHHHH! YESSSSS!” Penny screamed at the top of her lungs. The pleasure she was feeling seemed so much greater than the two orgasms from earlier. Her body shook and convulsed as the electricity ran throughout her body. On reflex her legs had wrapped Barnaby’s head, smothering him against her, and she was instinctively grinding her still sensitive pussy on his face.

As Penny’s orgasm came to pass she mercifully released Barnaby’s head. She couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his face. His face was purple from lack of breath, a coat of sweat and her sex on his face as struggled to catch his breath. An immense wave of satisfaction washed over Penny as she could see little curly blond hairs stuck on his upper lip. Even thought he was probably four times as strong as she was, she had still managed to dominate him into submission.

It took Barnaby a moment to stand. He desperately needed something to drink. He looked over to the nude blond he had been servicing. She was still in the throes of sexual bliss, writhing on the counter top as she intermittently played with her breasts or massaged her still quivering entrance. Her sultry moans and lusty looks began to bring Barnaby’s friend out from hiding. A thought came to him and he turned around and reached for the endurance potion he brewed.

Penny watched him in silent curiosity as he brought the cauldron up to his lips. She wasn’t sure if the potion worked like how he wanted, this would be a learning experience for herself as well. To her delight she saw as Barnaby’s half mast member rose triumphantly. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, Penny scooted back on the table and spread her legs wide apart. Using both her hands she began to rub herself, before spreading her lips apart and inserting a finger. She was as ready as she would ever be.

“I think it’s time for the main event, don’t cha think?” Penny and Barnaby both gave out nervous laughs. There was no going back from this. Penny’s heart began to race as Barnaby slowly walked back to her. His rough hands grabbed both of her legs, spreading them apart so that they were at either side of him. He moved a hand to position his throbbing member above Penny’s womanhood, so that it was resting on her skin. Nervous fear came to Penny as she saw that Barnaby’s length, when measured from her entrance, seemed to reach her belly button.

‘THAT’S going inside me?!’ The sight of his girth made her bite her lip. She should have known that he was going ruin her delicate hole. Barnaby began to breathe slower, as if he was trying to control himself from just taking her on the spot. He began to position himself at her entrance, both of them shivering from the slight intimate contact. He looked her in the eye and said,

“Are you sure about this? It’s not too late to stop.”

Penny rolled her eyes and simply replied, “You’re not really in a position to stop are you?” She smiled as she pointed to his hands, shaking in anxiety. “Stop asking so many question, Barnaby. I’ll let you know if something happens. Now s-stick it in.”

Barnaby took a deep breath, and slowly pushed into her. He stopped once his head had passed through, taking a moment to adjust himself to the sensation. He moved his hands to grab Penny by her hips, preparing himself to push in with more force. He looked to Penny, they both knew what the next part was.

“On three, okay?”

“Right.”

“O-one, two, thr---- AUGGHH! F-FUCK! S-stop!”

Barnaby was now fully inside her. He had jumped the gun on the two count, thinking that if she wasn’t ready for the pain, it wouldn’t hurt as much. He was wrong. As he had pushed himself into her she had gripped his back with her hands. Her sharp nails drove into him and he could feel a sizable trickle from his back. He didn’t dare move, the sensation of feeling a woman around him for the first time in his life almost pushed over the edge. Penny was currently clamped on him like a vice. The tightness and warmth of Penny was almost too much still, as the throbbing of her walls threatened to break him.

Penny’s vision was blurry, and she was grunting in pain. She had felt something in her tear and the pain had been more excruciating than she had expected. As the pain began to subside, she became aware of a different feeling. Barnaby was now fully in her, and she could feel his warm flesh snugly enveloped by her. The pain was still there, but it was dull now, and the best way to deal with it was to keep going. She moved her hands from his back and placed them on chest. Her fingertips were red with blood.

“Sorry about that, Barnaby. I think I’m good now.”

“You had me worried for a second.”

Barnaby began to pull out. He went slow to let both of them get accustomed to the sensation, once only his tip was in her began to push in again. He looked down at his dick and saw red fluid being mixed in with Penny’s sex. A dark part of him was excited by the sight and he began to pump into Penny faster.

“Barnaby!” Penny moaned. The pain was quickly being erased and replaced with a mounting pleasure now. She began play with one of her breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching her nipple, her other hand rubbing up and down Barnaby’s chest, tracing the hard defintion of his muscles. As Barnaby began to pick up the pace, Penny began to move her hips against him. The room began to fill with with the lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping together, interrupted only by Penny moaning.

Barnaby was ramming into her with all of his strength now, having lost himself in the act. He was mesmerized as he saw the shock of his impact reverberated through Penny, causing her breasts bounce in rhythm. He moved his hands from Penny’s waist to fondle her breasts. Roughly grabbing them and playing with the nipples. As he moved them around he saw a thin sheen of sweat, running from between her breast down to her stomach. He slowed down his pumping, bent over her, bringing his face to her belly button. Opening his mouth he ran his tongue across her, making his way up from her belly to in between her breasts. Penny responded positively to this act, squealing and squirming as she felt his warm tongue run across her. As he made his way through, a flash of pink drew his eyes. Looking up he saw Penny, red-face and with glazed eyes, looking at him. Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging out, and she was arching her face towards him. Accepting the invitation he crashed against her open mouth, their tongues meeting before their lips.

As their tongues wrestled for dominance, Penny wrapped her legs around Barnaby, pushing him deeper every time he pumped. She wasn’t even sure how long they had been fucking like this, time seemed like such an irrelevant thing now. He was beginning to speed up his rhythm, he must have been close, and so was she.

“Stop!”

Barnaby was shocked by Penny’s words, his body fighting every signal to stop his brain was sending. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and punched the table as hard as he could, fracturing the wood. He wasn’t sure what happened, but he knew he had to stop. He looked to Penny with a pained expression, as his orgasm was rapidly fleeing. To his confusion, Penny was smiling wickedly at him.

Penny hadn’t wanted to stop, but the look of want and thinly veiled anger on Barnaby’s face was delicious to her. The fact that he had listened to Penny was the cherry on the cake, she was in charge. She continued to run her hand along his chest moving her way to his arm. Grabbing his hands and interlocking their fingers together she looked Barnaby dead in the eyes as her legs pushed him back into her.

“This is my first time, Barnaby. It's important for a lady, so I want this to be special. I want you. I want you all in me, but I need you to look at me when we get there.”

Barnaby’s anger gave way to a strange feeling he couldn’t quite describe. All he knew was that he wanted to make her happy. Looking down to their interlocked hands he felt something grip at his heart. He looked back to Penny’s eyes and began to pick up his pace again. Their climaxes were not too far gone, merely needing to be called again before their returned to the forefront.

“Barnaby!”

“Penny!”

The two came together at the same time, never breaking eye contact with each other. Barnaby felt his knees going weak as so much of him shot out, forcing him to collapse on the Penny. Face to face with each other, Barnaby leaned forward to give her a short, chaste kiss, before rolling over to the other side of her.

They laid there for moments, Barnaby with his arm around Penny, and her resting her head on his chest, gently caressing his chest. Penny was in some slight pain after the ordeal, her groin felt bruised from the hard fucking Barnaby gave her, and the spots were he had gripped her were sore as well. The two laid there together in silence, before Barnaby spoke up.

“So, what does this mean?” Barnaby said as he looked over to the girl

“It means I’m yours now, Barnaby.” Penny said with a smile. “Unless, you don’t want me.”

“Don’t say that! I just want to know, do we tell people? I don’t want to ruin your reputation.”

“Don’t worry about other people. The only thing they need to know is that you and I are off the market.”

Barnaby looked at his rings on his hands. With a weak tug he pulled off the ring on his pinky, the only ring that hadn’t been inside Penny. He held it in his hands before grabbing Penny’s hand, showing her the ring.

“I’m not sure how serious you want this to be Penny. I’m not good with words but I want to give this to you.” Penny could only watch as he slid the ring onto her ring finger.

“What are-?”

“This was my mom’s ring, she gave it to me before she got taken away. It might be a little big for you but, I want you to have this. I want you to have this so you know how much you mean to me.”

“Barnaby!”

Penny looked at the ring on her hand and back to Barnaby. Her eyes were beginning to water and she pushed herself further into Barnaby for a hug. The two laughed as they cuddled in post-coital bliss.

“Should we get dressed?”

“Oh yeah! We made a bit of a mess didn’t we?”

“Do we have to clean it now? I’m kinda hungry.”

“We still got most of the day, and tomorrow. Uh, Barnaby?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you carry me to the Great Hall? My legs are really sore from the number you did on me.”

“Anything you want, Penny.”

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“Alright ladies it's that time of the week!”

The gathering of Hufflepuff girls in the common room was filled with the sounds of gossip and laughter. Even Mrs. Sprout had decided to make an appearance. The boys of the house knew better than to stick around, lest the girls begin gossiping about them.

“Who wants to go first? Penny?” The sounds of gossip and laughter died down as they watched the busty blonde girl make her way to the front. The topic of night was romantic exploits, an area Penny had yet to contribute to. As she stood at the front of the room, all the girls went silent.

“Barnaby Lee is off limits now.”

The sentence said so calmly, sent the room into a frenzy. Penny only smiled as she moved her way back to her seat, ignoring the many question being directed at her now. The joviality of the room, however, was soon cut short by Mrs. Sprout herself.

“SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!” Mrs. Sprout was screaming at the top of her lungs. Noticing that the room’s attention had now shifted the her she could only weakly smile as she made her way up and out of the room.

“Oh don’t mind me. I just remembered I had to be somewhere. Carry on.” and like that she was gone. It was an awkward silence, but it only took a moment for it to be forgotten.

“Did you guys do it?”

“Is it true he's packing?”

Penny was the center of attention in the room, gleaming under the questions she was getting. She raised on hand up and the room went silent again as she began to talk.

“It was ...AMAZING!” And with that the room went into another frenzy.

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Snape was sitting in his office, polishing off a bottle of wine and looking though his gradebook. His plan had succeeded beyond his wildest expectations. It might have been morally dubious of him to grade Mr. Lee so harshly but the amount of smackaroos on the line were well worth it. In one fell swoop he had eliminated the number two candidate in the Ymous bowl.

Every year, the teachers would gamble on the students. But the current pot was unlike anything before. Snape licked his lips as he thought about how many red-haired prostitutes he could buy with it. Mrs. Sprout was no doubt only finding out now about his plan. Snape laughed, her candidate had proven to be a very dangerous piece in this game. Sprout hoped that the girls natural charisma and looks would be enough to secure victory. That was Sprout’s problem, she was too hopeful. Too Hufflepuff. Unlike Snape, Sprout wasn’t ready to bend the rules to secure victory.

Now there was only one contender left, Flitwick and Karasu. The Ravenclaws would prove hard to defeat, Flitwick was as wily and cunning as his goblin cousins. He couldn’t underestimate the short man. His only saving grace was that Karasu herself seemed to be mostly disinterested in romance. Snape had considered pairing up Lee with the girl, but when an opportunity arose to remove the Haywood girl he took it gladly.

He laughed again as he remembered Minerva’s sorry excuse of a candidate. The red haired girl known as Clumsy. Olivia something or other. She was certainly cute, but circumstances would prove that she was only meant to be a background actor

Refilling his drink, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be at this time?

“SNAPE! GET OUT HERE! SNAAAAAAAAAPE!”

It seemed Mrs. Sprout had found her fire. Snape quickly downed the rest of his drink as he made his way to the window of his office. He only had a few more seconds before she broke though his charms. He looked out the window, it was a long drop. As he was about to resign himself to his fate he heard a voice from above him.

“I thought you would need some help tonight, Sev.”

Looking up he saw none other than the esteemed Madam Rakepick, riding in on a broom.

“Patricia.” he said in his low voice, “Your timing has always been impeccable.”

Snape smiled as he got on her broom. The greatest advantage he had in this game was that people assumed he was too proud to ask for help.