1. Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 9


    Date: 1/11/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fan fiction, Mind Control, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Voyeurism, Author: avpa, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism Chapter 9 - Share The Load Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author Neville swallowed nervously, as the carriage wobbled and bounced over the rough ground. The rest of the inhabitants of his bench were jolted along with him, and there was a smattering of laughter from them. That was all very well. They knew each other. He had been separated from his friends on the platform, and had to find an alternative self pulling carriage to take him up to the castle. The only obvious option had been one that was almost filled with a group of rowdy sixth years. Though they seemed nice enough they were intimidating to him, and he spent most of the journey staring out of the window into the creeping darkness. Neville had told his friends that his summer had been good. But in truth it had been abysmal. They didn't know that he had no other friends. Though he knew Harry's summers were often a lonely affair, he had been lucky enough to spend most of this one with the Weasley's and Hermione in London. Whilst Neville had had to listen to the same questions over and over from his ageing relatives. 'How's school?'. 'What have you been up to?'. 'My, haven't you grown!'. It was enough to push him nearly to insanity. And the matter of insanity was what made him so upset, and kept him awake at nights. He had been to see his parents a couple of times over ...
    the summer. And both visits had hurt, right to his core. They still did not recognize him, let alone want to speak to him. And both times he had been rushed away when his father started to become confused and violent. It broke his heart to witness him like that. And, with each visit to the hospital, Neville found himself thinking of him less as his father.. and more as a strange man called Frank. He shook his head to clear it, wiping a tear away with his sleeve. Now wasn't the time to be introspective, he told himself. The carriage came to a grinding halt outside the enormous front doors that led into the Hogwarts entrance hall. He waited for the sixth years to file out, before following them out into the rain with his bags in one hand and a struggling Trevor in the other. He noted to himself that the girl holding the door open for him was very pretty. Then he shook himself. 'What's the point?' said a cold voice inside his head. 'You couldn't get a girl like that in a million years.' Unfortunately it was right. Hoisting the bags onto his shoulder, Neville trudged up the stone steps and into the grand entrance hall. The walls were already lined with trunks and cages, so he began making his way slowly down the first floor corridor to deposit his things. His heart began to fill with dread when he saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle lingering up ahead. He would have turned and headed the other way. But they had already noticed him. And trying to avoid them was like a written invitation ...
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