The Hero They Needed: Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Harry and Dora took seats at the Gryffindor table, discussing plans to meet in the library after class to research dragons when Hermione suddenly rushed over and plopped down next to him.

“I got a perfect score on my Transfiguration exam!” she beamed excitedly.

“That’s great,” Harry smiled, patting her shoulder.

“I really need to thank you,” she continued. “That tongue trick you showed me really helped.”

Harry opened his mouth to tell her he was glad it helped but froze when he heard Dora’s fork clatter loudly onto her plate. He turned slowly and met her furious glare, her hair spiky and bright red.

“Tongue trick?” she hissed dangerously, pinning Hermione with her stare. “What tongue trick?”

“Harry told me about how your tongue knows what something feels like,” Hermione said, her head tilted in confusion. “It’s really helped me picture objects in my mind. Was he not supposed to tell me?”

Harry smirked as Dora’s hair went limp and the bright red color of her hair drained into her cheeks, leaving it light brown.

“Oh,” she said awkwardly. “I thought you were talking about something else.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed, “What did you think I meant?” she asked.

“Yeah, Tonks, what other tongue trick could Harry possibly know?” Angelina smirked.

Next to her, the Weasley twins waggled their eyebrows suggestively. Harry watched as the realization dawned in Hermione’s eyes, and her cheeks went just as red as Dora’s.

“Nothing,” Dora said, quickly turning back to her breakfast and focusing on her plate. “Forget I said anything.”

“Oh, no. Now, I’m really curious,” Angelina grinned. “Care to share with the class, Harry?”

“After seeing how much trouble I almost got in, absolutely not,” he said.

“Must be some trick to make Tonksy blush like that,” One of the twins grinned.

To his left, the other twin jumped. A pained hiss left his lips as he raised his leg and rubbed his shin.

“Oi, what was that for!” he yelled. “Fred said it!”

“Ah!” Fred yelped suddenly.

Raising his leg onto the bench, he rubbed his shin as Dora glared at him.

“Don’t call me Tonksy,” she glowered.

“Seems like you need to use that tongue trick a bit more often,” George muttered.

He yelped and brought his other leg up onto the bench, and a moment later, Fred did the same. They grumbled to themselves and rubbed their shins under Dora’s glare.

Later in the day, as Charms was coming to an end and students began filing out of the classroom, Harry stayed behind.

“Professor Flitwick, do you have a minute?” he asked.

“Of course, Mr. Potter,” Flitwick smiled, climbing the stack of books to sit at his desk. “What can I do for you?”

Harry slouched in the chair across from him.

“Hypothetically, if I wanted to stop something big and heavy, what spell would I use?”

“Ah,” Flitwick said, his eyes glinting knowingly. “Hypothetically, there are a wide variety of spells you could use. It all depends on exactly how big the object is and what it’s made of. I’d recommend Halbert’s Advanced Charms for the Discerning Wizard.”

“Thanks,” Harry said. “And, hypothetically, if I needed to protect myself from fire?”

“You might want to check Among the Fire and Flames by Agnus Bittle,” he smiled. “That should lead you in the right direction. If you find a specific spell you need help with, I’d be happy to provide assistance.”

“Right,” Harry smiled, pushing himself to his feet. “Thanks, Professor.

“Anytime, Mr. Potter.”

Harry made his way down to dinner before he and Dora retreated to the library for the evening. In addition to the books Flitwick suggested, they scoured the shelves for any books that would help him tackle a dragon.

They weren’t as helpful as they’d hoped. Every book they came across recommended at least a dozen highly trained witches and wizards to take on a dragon. The writers seemed to think facing a dragon alone was a suicide mission and merely suggested making sure your affairs were in order before attempting it.

Fortunately, the books contained enough spells that he and Tonks were able to cobble together a rough plan to contain the dragon for a time. After their research, they didn’t think the tournament organizers were crazy enough to task them with killing a dragon singlehandedly, but without more information, they didn’t know precisely what the task would be until just before it started.

Harry and Dora created a list of spells he would need to learn for the task and decided to call it a night. As Harry was putting away some of the books he didn’t need, he looked up and spotted a title that sparked his interest.

Dragon Riders of the Middle Ages

Plucking the book from the shelf, he looked around to make sure Dora wasn’t in sight and quickly stuffed it in his bag.

Together, they headed back to the Ilvermorny train for the night. They spent a couple of hours doing homework before heading to the room they now shared. Harry came out of the bathroom dressed for bed and spotted Dora sitting at the edge of the bed, looking unusually pensive.

“You okay?” he asked.

Dora looked up and bit her lip.

“Yeah.”

“Are you worried about the task?”

“No,” she said, then shook her head quickly. “I mean, I am, but that’s not what’s bothering me. I feel like I owe you an apology for the way I acted this morning.”

“What?” Harry asked, confused. “You mean about the thing with Hermione? It’s fine. I thought it was pretty funny.”

“It was,” Dora said, smiling briefly. “But I feel bad my first thought was that you would cheat on me. I know you wouldn’t. And, well, it got me thinking about something.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“Something I’ve always wanted to try but was too nervous until now,” she said as she stood, then sternly added, “Just don’t forget it’s still me in here.”

She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. Her face and body shifted as her hair grew and darkened until Harry was staring at Hermione Granger.

“Whoa,” he said, his eyes widening.

“What do you think?” Dora asked, the sexy, teasing smirk looking out of character on Hermione’s face.

She held her arms out to the side and spun around. Harry had only ever seen Hermione in her Hogwarts uniform, which left much to the imagination. Dora was wearing a tight T-shirt and a pair of thin cotton pants, giving him a much better look at her body. Hermione was thin, and her bust was small compared to what Dora usually wore, but as she spun around, his eyes fell on her surprisingly thick, round bum.

“She’s got a nice ass,” Harry smiled.

Climbing to his feet, he wrapped his arms around Dora’s waist and pulled her close. He focused on her eyes and tried to ignore the face they were attached to. While Dora could change the shape and color of her eyes at will, Harry was certain he’d always be able to tell it was her by the way she looked at him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“No, but I want to give it a try,” Dora admitted. “I mean, I change myself all the time.”

“Yeah, but not into other people,” Harry said. “The closest we’ve come to this is that time you turned yourself into Princess Jasmin, and I got to play Alladin.”

“That was fun,” Dora smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Let’s just give it a try.”

“Alright,” Harry shrugged.

Pulling her close, he kissed her passionately and slipped his hands down to her ass. Dora had shifted her body into countless shapes since they’d started sleeping together, and he’d had the pleasure of groping every ass imaginable, but something about knowing that he was groping the ass of a girl that was real, that he had talked to just a couple of hours ago, made the moment substantially more exciting.

Dora moaned against his lips as his hands kneaded her ass and pulled her against him, grinding his rising excitement against her firm thigh.

A thought occurred to him, and he suddenly pulled back. Before Dora could question him, he spun her around and pulled her back flush against his chest, his excitement sandwiched between her plush cheeks as Dora blinked at their reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the wall.

Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her next. Watching her expression closely, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged upwards. Dora readily lifted her arms, and they both watched as her – or perhaps Hermione’s, Harry wasn’t quite sure how to think of it – upper body was exposed. Dora’s eyes glimmered with excitement as he slid his hands up her stomach and cupped her small, pert breasts. She gasped when his fingers traced the small, reddish-brown but perfectly circular areolas surrounding her short, fat, crinkled nipples.

They were quite nice. Though small, they were perky, bouncy mounds that fit her thin frame beautifully. But it did raise a question in Harry’s mind.

“Hermione’s got nice tits,” he remarked, giving them a soft squeeze. “But is that what they really look like?”

“I had to guess a bit,” Dora admitted, nibbling her bottom lip in a very Hermione-like fashion. “I won’t know exactly what she looks like unless I see her naked.”

Harry throbbed excitedly against her ass.

“Now, there’s a thought,” he grinned.

Dora gasped when he took her nipples between his fingers and rolled them gently. Her eyes gleamed, following his right hand as it trailed down her body and came to rest between her legs. For the first time since they’d faced the mirror, her eyes closed briefly as she tilted her head back and moaned.

“How about we show Hermione that tongue trick,” he whispered.

Harry kissed her neck and let go of her. Walking over to the nightstand, he picked up his wand and brandished it at the mirror. With a few precise flicks and a wave, he created a duplicate, levitated it above the bed, and stuck it to the ceiling. Dora was staring up at it curiously when Harry lifted her up and tossed her on the bed. He grinned as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her pajama pants and panties. They came free with a tug, sliding down her long, muscular legs.

Harry’s eyes fell on her groin. Dora normally kept her mound completely bald, but now there was a small, trimmed, triangular patch of curly brown hair. Her slit was also missing the small lips that he was used to. Instead, there was just a pair of taut folds.

Crawling onto the bed, he kissed his way up the inside of her thigh and glanced up at her face. Doar wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were riveted to the mirror on the ceiling. Harry smirked against her soft skin as he laid down on his stomach between her legs and peppered her mound with kisses. He planned to tease her a bit, but he could already see how excited she was. Arousal glistened on her tight folds as it leaked from between her hidden lips.

Dora gasped when he placed a kiss directly on her heated petals. Her fingers threaded through his hair as he slipped his tongue in between and traced it from bottom to top, flicking her swollen clit as he passed. Harry glanced up at her as he worked. She remained staring at the mirror, her perky breasts wobbling slightly as she thrust them into the air.

He reached up to cup one and toyed with the thick, hardened nipple as he lazily explored her folds.

It didn’t take long before she started tugging at his hair, impatiently guiding his probing tongue toward her throbbing clit. Playfully, he avoided it until her grip became painful, and a desperate whine left her lips. Pressing his tongue to the swollen nub, he ungulated it slowly.

Dora gasped and then released a long, low moan. Her hips bucked off of the mattress, and Harry released her breast to hold them down with his arms. Extending his tongue, he placed it flat against her clit, pictured a snake, and hissed. The tip vibrated wildly as he recited the history of the Golbin War of 1789. Dora arched her back, writhing her hips wildly against his face. Harry held on to her thighs tightly while continuing to lash at her folds. Her arousal flooded his tongue and dripped down his chin.

A low, guttural moan left her lips as her legs began to tremble. With a gasp, her body jerked. She clutched his head to her leaking core as she whined and whimpered before suddenly forcing him away. Harry sat back and wiped his chin with a smirk as Dora writhed through the rest of her climax. It was incredibly hot to see the body of the normally up-tight Hermione Granger thrash around so wantonly.

Feeling his erection pulse with need, he stripped out of his clothes and crawled over to Dora. He leaned down and claimed her soft lips before sitting back and maneuvering her until she sat on her hands and knees, facing the mirror on the wall. Harry pressed his throbbing erection against her ass, sandwiching it between her firm, muscular cheeks.

His eyes met Dora’s in the mirror, and they maintained eye contact as he slowly pulled his hips back and lined himself up with her entrance. He watched, fascinated, as his engorged head split open her taut folds. They stretched obscenely around his girth as he sank into her slinging depths. His attention was drawn back to the mirror when Dora moaned, her face flushed and eyes riveted to the reflection.

Grinning, Harry gave her ass a quick spank and thrust his hips. His hands mauled her firm cheeks as he spread them open to watch himself slide in and out of her tight crevice. Arousal glistened wetly on his shaft.

Eventually, he glanced back up at the mirror and caught Dora’s eyes. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed, and her breath came in heavy pants. Gathering her thick, bushy mane, Harry tossed it over her right shoulder while leaning over the left. He pressed against her back, creating as much contact as possible. One hand slid up her torso to cup her breast as he met her eyes and kissed her neck and shoulder tenderly.

“Hermione looks hot getting fucked, doesn’t she?” he whispered.

Dora moaned and closed her eyes as a tremble ran down her spine. When she opened them again, they bore into his with a burning passion.

“Fuck her harder,” she panted huskily.

Harry smiled and sucked roughly at her pulse point before straightening up. Sliding his hands over her ass, he gripped the swell of her hips, just below her thin waist. He pulled back until just his swollen tip remained trapped in her moist heat and then surged forward, the impact of his hips causing her muscular cheeks to ripple and bounce. Dora cried out as he set a furious pace, filling the room with the loud, wet smack of skin against skin.

Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white as her body jolted to the beat of his thrusts. Despite that, her eyes never left the mirror. Harry could see her eyes taking in every detail, from her bouncing breasts to her rippling cheeks to the faces she made. Her eyes met his briefly, and when they did, her entire body shuddered as she released a long, low groan.

It was all too much.

“I’m close,” Harry grunted. “Where do you want me to cum?”

Dora panted and paused for so long he thought she might now answer.

“Face,” she gasped.

He groaned and almost erupted right then but managed to yank himself free of her clutching depths swiftly. Dora crawled forward, jumped off the bed, and knelt in front of the mirror. Harry followed her and stopped slightly to the side so he wasn’t blocking her view.

He wished she would look up at him, but she was too enthralled by the reflection. Stroking himself furiously, he erupted with a groan. White streaks splattered across her face. One side got more than the other, and some clung to her long, curly hair because of the angle he was at.

It wasn’t until he finished and stepped back that he realized Dora was pleasuring herself manically. Her perky breasts jiggled as her arm moved wildly. He could hear how unbelievably aroused she was as she stared, open-mouthed and panting at her reflection. In moments, she brought herself to a screaming climax. Her body bucked uncontrollably, arousal dripping on the floor as she rode out her peak.

Harry’s spent length gave a throb, valiantly trying to rise to the occasion. As Dora knelt on the floor, panting and spent, he caressed the top of her head.

After a quick shower to clean off, they crawled into bed, still naked. Dora, back to her usual look, laid her head on Harry’s chest and closed her eyes tiredly.

“That was fun,” she said. “But just so we’re clear, this doesn’t give you permission to fuck Hermione. Or anyone else.”

“I know.”

“Good. I like your dick. I’d hate to have to cut it off.”

Harry chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head. He waited until a faint whistle came from her nose, a sure sign that she was asleep, before reaching over the side of the bed and pulling Dragon Riders of the Middle Ages out of his bag. Using one hand, he awkwardly flipped it open and began to read, a smile rapidly growing on his face.