As soon as she saw the advert Angie Medhurst just knew she had to get a ticket. She begged, cajoled, tidied her room, even did the dishes to persuade her parents to buy her a ticket for Warner Brothers special excursion to Hogwarts School. They had arranged for a steam locomotive to leave Kings Cross to Hogwarts Station. Once there they would meet the stars of the show; Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint and Bonnie Wright. It was just too good to miss.
Already most of close friends had secured tickets. “Please dad,” she pleaded, “I only need another twenty quid and I’ll have enough.” Her dad, she knew, was a soft touch, especially when she was wearing her Hogwarts dressing-up outfit. The one with the slightly too short skirt that revealed her panties.
“Oh, Okay then. Here you are.” Her dad gave her bum a friendly pat on top of her while cotton school knickers. “You have to be good for a whole month.”
“I will dad, I promise.” She gave her dad a kiss on the lips.
The big day arrived. She and all her friends were wearing Hogwarts uniforms. Of course, they were. They met in the large concourse at Kings Cross.
“Oh crap,” exclaimed Angie “I have forgotten my Snickers and Diet Coke. I’ll dash over to WH Smiths and stock up.”
“Well for fuck’s sake get a wiggle on. The Hogwarts Express leaves in five minutes,” yelled Amelia Longshore to a rapidly disappearing Angie.
Five minutes later, Angie, clutching a Snickers and Diet Coke, saw that her friends had already boarded the train. “Crap! I hope they’ve saved me a seat.” Angie dashed off to Platform 9 ¾.
A guard was about to wave a green flag. “Are you for Hogwarts, love? If so, you’d better jump on, we’re about to leave.” The guard opened up the door of the last carriage and breathlessly, Angie jumped aboard.
Of her friends, there was no sign and the train was quite full and Angie wandered down the carriage looking for her friends or just one spare seat. Finally, she found a seat that someone had put a bag on. “Is this seat free?” Angie asked. A girl moved the bag without saying anything.
“Thanks. I didn’t fancy standing all the way to Hogwarts”
“You must be a new girl. First term huh?”
“Well I have certainly never been there before. Hey you are well into it, with your authentic looking clothes and school bags and all.” The girl looked at her friends and shrugged.
“Wow you look just like Hermione Granger, same hairstyle and all. Hermione is my favourite character.” A stunned Angie Medhurst looked at Hermione’s companions. “I don’t believe it – Harry Potter, Ron and Ginny Weasley. You look just like them.’
“I should hope so,” responded Ginny, “‘cos that’s who we are.”
Suddenly Angie could see what had happened. The stars of the event were actually travelling on the train with the fans. How cool is that.
“You’re going to the special event then?” Offered Angie.
“If you call the first day of term a special event,” grumbled Ron Weasley.
“Well we do always have the first day of term party. That’s pretty cool” enthused Ginny
“Yeah the party is neat,” agreed Harry Potter. “Have you brought any weed with you?”
“Er, no. I mean is it allowed?”
“No, it’s not allowed but everyone smokes it. Helps to get the party going. Anyway, don’t worry, you’ll be able to get a couple of joints in exchange for a blow-job. Maybe more if you swallow.”
Hermione put a protective arm around Angie. “Don’t take any notice love. All the boys think about is getting blown. I’ll make sure you get a few joints.”
A puzzled frown creased Angie’s face. “Are you saying there really is a Hogwarts School?”
Hermione took hold of Angie’s hand in a caring way. “You seem to know who we are. How about you tell us your name.” Angle obliged.
“Okay Angie. We are all going back to school because it is the first day after the summer break. Comprenez vous?”
“Yes, I see, but surely there isn’t really a Hogwarts. It’s a story by JK Rowling.”
“Don’t get me going,” exploded Ron. “Fucking JK Rowling made a chuffing fortune writing a load of bollocks about us, making us all look a right load of twats.”
“Steady on Ron,” soothed his sister “at least JK put us on the map. I mean, who had heard of the place until she wrote about it?”
“Yeah well at least we were a bit exclusive then.”
“I don’t remember reading anything about joints and blow jobs,” ventured Angie.
“You’ve made my point Angie. The point being that we do the same things as all other kids our age: smoke dope, make out, smoke cigs behind the bike sheds…”
“Yes, but you learn magic too, don’t you?” Challenged Angie.
“Well yeah, we do all that stuff, but after an afternoon with Professor Sprout you just give up the will to live.”
“Oh, for goodness sake, Ron! Pack it in. You’ll put the poor girl right off. Look we’re at Hogwarts station now. Just stick close to me. I’ll see you’re okay.” Hermione led Angie off the train and into the imposing Hogwarts School.
“Come with me Angie, we’ll freshen up after the journey.” Hermione led Angie to her room.
“Hey Angie do you like girls? We’ve time to make out if you like.”
Angie was more than a little flustered at Hermione’s sudden and blunt proposition. But Hermione had always been Angie’s favourite. She had a real girl on girl crush on her. If she were to pass this up, she would never forgive herself. “Okay Hermione. Let’s do it.” Angie was not without experience of sex with both boys and girls, but astonished at the lustful way Hermione’s tongue thrust into her mouth as her hand went straight between her legs, just like some of the cruder boys at school. Not wanting to get left behind, Angie felt Hermione’s small breasts under her lavender shirt. Hermione pushed her hand up Angie’s skirt and into her panties, all the while passionately sucking Angie’s tongue. Hermione moved in for the kill. In a bewildering flurry of movement, Angie found herself completely naked except for her shoes and socks.
“How the fu…”
“Sorry Angie, I cheated and used a magic spell. Now watch this!” Hermione snapped her fingers and immediately her own skirt and panties flew off as if fastened to invisible elastic and landed in a neat pile on the chair. Hermione was just wearing her shirt, naked from the waist down.
Angie gasped in amazement, partly from the vanishing clothes trick, but mainly from the sight of the semi-erect cock that stood proudly from Hermione’s loins. Angie had no idea that Hermione was transgender. That was another thing JK had omitted.
“Gosh, Hermione, I had no idea…”
“That I had a cock? Well actually I don’t. Normally I’m just like you but I’ve borrowed this. More accurately, I have swapped genitalia with Harry. We found an old spell to effect the transformation. Harry and I are fuck buddies. I started to wonder what it felt like to fuck a wet coochie and Harry was curious to feel a cock inside him.”
“But he could have…”
“I know what you’re going to say: He could have taken one up the arse. Well we’ve done that with the enchanted dildo, which is pretty cool. Also, I know that Ron Weasley buggers him frequently. But he was still curious to find out why I yell out in ecstasy when he shags me. So here we are. just for a couple of weeks we’ve swapped.” Hermione took hold of her cock and gave it a couple of strokes. It grew even bigger.
“Now, when I. fuck Harry, I am fucking my own coochie. It gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘Go fuck yourself. Pretty neat huh?”
“I don’t want to rain on your parade Hermione, but suppose you can’t reverse the spell?”
“Oh, you are a prophet of doom. But we’re pretty sure it will just wear off anyway. In the meantime, I plan to make the most of it. Now Angie, how would you like Harry Potter’s cock up that cute tight coochie I just fingered?”
“I wouldn’t mind trying it, Hermione.”
“Okay Honey, but you know how it is with guys. They can never get it up until you suck them, so, on your knees bitch, I’m gonna enjoy this.”
Angie sank to her knees and contemplated the big knob of the penis. Hermione grabbed a handful of Angie’s hair and pulled her face toward her cock. The bobbie’s helmet had grown to huge proportions. Angie’s eyes bulged as she saw what was about to be pushed into her mouth. “Fuck me!” She cried out.”
“I intend to my love. I intend to.” Hermione’s caring, nurturing personality seemed to have evaporated. Must be the testosterone reasoned Angie as the swollen member was forced into her mouth. “Oooo, I can see now why blokes like to have their dicks sucked.”
Angie was unable to reply. Her mum had brought her up not to talk with her mouth full.
The cock had grown to a prodigious size. Hermione slipped off her t shirt to reveal her small breasts with pert pink nipples. She pushed Angie down onto her back and took up her position between Angie’s spread legs. So far, the only female she had fucked with her borrowed cock had been Ginny Weasley. Now she was desperate to screw this cute outsider, who seemed so compliant. As a female, it felt strange how the unfamiliar appendage seemed to possess a will of its own. She wasn’t by nature an aggressive girl in matters of sex. In fact, she was usually submissive, but it was as if the penis had seen the treat that was in store and had taken over. Angie felt Harry Potter’s on-loan penis knocking at the door of her vagina, begging, no – insisting, on being admitted. For her part, Hermione could not have stopped even if she had wanted to. With a grunt of satisfaction Hermione penetrated Angie balls deep.
Angie couldn’t resist sucking Hermione’s nipples as she felt the slow, deep thrusts pushing against her cervix. Hermione’s thrusts became more intense. The two girls looked into each other’s eyes, reminding themselves of their true gender, while enjoying the pleasure of a real cock. A truly magical experience.
The unparalleled pleasure was interrupted by an urgent knocking on the door and a male voice indignantly asking “is someone using my magic wand?”
“Oh fuck,” exclaimed Hermione, stopping her fucking mid-stroke. “That’s Harry. He calls his dongle his magic wand. It’s a euphemism. A slight bug in the magic spell means that he gets the sensation of a shag when I am screwing someone. It’s a bit like someone feeling an itch in an amputated limb. I’d better let him in before everyone hears him.”
“Yes, let him in, but for fucks sake keep fucking me. I was nearly ready to cum.”
“Harry, for fucks sake stop yelling and come in. The doors not locked.”
“Bloody Hell, Hermione! You didn’t waste any time, did you?” Harry Potter looked indignantly at the sight of Hermione fucking Angie missionary style, using his cock for the purpose.
“Keep your hair on Harry. You can join in if Angie is agreeable.”
“Great. How about loaning me my dick back then?”
“Oh, sorry Harry, no can do. The spell is good for another week,” giggled Hermione.
“Bloody hell! A cute new chick and I miss the chance to screw her because I was fool enough to let you use my dick.”
“Well you got to have my nice cute coochie so it was us fair swap.”
Angie was still laying on the floor with Hermione half in and half out. “Will you two stop arguing and carry on screwing me?”
“You’re right, Angie,” agreed Hermione as she continued to pump the borrowed cock in and out. “Tell you what Harry, I’ll let you borrow my magic dildo but just be careful with it. Last time I used it the darned thing nearly escaped.”
“Okay! I’ll risk it.” Harry went over to an iron bound oak chest in the corner of the room. He took a large brass key from under a plant pot, unlocked the chest and reached inside.
“Angie do you like it in the bum?”
“Oh yes please Hermione. That’s my favourite. I love anal sex.”
“Have you ever been double-teamed Honey?”
“No but I’ve always wanted both holes stuffed at the same time.”
“That’s good because when Harry gets the magic dildo, you’re likely to get your wish.”
“Got it!” Harry took a large double-ended dildo from the chest. Harry held the object in both hands. It wriggled madly like a python on speed. “Oh crikey, I should have taken my pants off first.”
“Don’t worry Harry I can fix it. Just don’t let go of that dildo.” Hermione snapped her fingers and Harry’s pants vanished. Angie knew what to expect but it still came as a surprise to see Harry Potter with a neat girl slit between his thighs.
Harry was guiding the wriggling dildo to his borrowed vagina when it writhed out of his grasp, wriggled across the floor like a demented giant caterpillar.
“Oh bugger! Sorry Angie but we’ll have to capture it. When it got out last time it ravished Professor Spout and she confiscated it for a whole week.” She reluctantly withdrew the penis from Angie and all three surrounded the runaway dildo. They co-ordinated a pincer movement and Hermione managed to grab it.
“Right, I’ve got it Harry. Now open your legs.”. Harry obliged and Hermione deftly slipped one end of the dildo into Harry’s slit. To Angie’s amazement the dildo seemed to become part of Harry’s body as if he had grown a new cock. The double phallus had a pair of balls in the centre which now became Harry’s replacement testicles. The new penis continued to wave and wriggle, but happily anchored in Harry’s vagina it made no further attempt to escape.
Hermione took charge of the situation, laying down on her back, she instructed Angie to mount her cowgirl style. She took hold of Angie’s buttocks, separating them to expose Angie’s pink anus so that Harry could mount her from the rear. As Harry crouched behind Angie, his magic penis scented its prey and guided itself into Angie’s rectum. “Ohhh! Wow,” she gasped as the wriggling, throbbing serpent took possession of her rear end.
Where the sensuous magic penis went, Harry followed. Angie rode Hermione and Harry rode Angie. Hermione looked her in the eye. “Do you like being double penetrated, lover? Is it good having one cock in your ass and another in your coochie?”
“Oh Hermione, it is fucking gorgeous. Thank you, thank you, thank yoooooo. Oh, shit I’m coming!”
“Me too,” shrieked Hermione, discharging a large deposit.”
“It feels like the magic dildo is shooting too,” grunted Harry. Angie felt as if she was receiving an enema as at least a pint of magic semen flooded her bowels.”
The happy threesome recovered their composure after several minutes of post orgasmic exhaustion. Angie was a mess of juices escaping from her lower orifices. Hermione guided her, limping, to the shower. After she had showered and dressed, she thought it was time to leave. After all she had no right to be here and folk would start to miss her.
“I’ve got to leave guys. I should be somewhere else. I got here by accident”. Angie went on to explain how she was supposed to be at the Warner Brothers Hogwarts Express Excursion but somehow, she’d finished up at the real Hogwarts. “You’ve got to help me get back guys. Please. Pretty please.”
Hermione and Harry exchanged glances. “This calls for a magic spell,” said Harry.
“Yes, but what? Wait, I’ve got an idea. Have you got a ticket or an invitation Angie? Any official documentation?”
“Yes. In my purse.” Angie found the printed ticket that stated: Steam Train Excursion to Hogwarts. The address of the destination followed.
Hermione studied it carefully. “Perfect. This should work. Right sit astride this.”
“Not another dildo is it? I don’t think I can take anymore right now.”
“No this.” Hermione passed Angie a witch’s broom. It was a special hi-tech model with a neat control panel. Hermione took the ticket and slid it into a slot on the panel. A light flashed, a buzzer sounded, then a tinny voice said “Location computed, calculating route. Press green to go.”
“Will it work and if it does how do I return it?”
“Of course it will work and don’t worry about returning it. There is a homing device.”
“Wow! Thanks guys. It’s been a lot of fun. Oh crap! My bum feels sore astride this broom handle.”
“We’ve enjoyed having you Angie. Come again anytime,” said Hermione.
“Yeah and bring some weed next time.”
“Bye!” Angie pressed the green button and before you could say Magic Dildo, the broom had landed in the Warner Brothers parking lot. Angie retrieved her ticket from the slot and as fast as she could hobble, entered the building.
“Hey here she is,” a voice said. It was Amelia Longshore. “Where have you been. We thought you’d missed the train. Anyway, you missed the fun. Professor Spout was here and signed our tickets.”. Looking down at Angie’s legs she added “Hey have you hurt yourself? You seem to be limping a bit”
The group of Harry Potter fans happily made their way back to the Hogwarts Express for the homeward journey. All had enjoyed a wonderful day out, especially Angie Medhurst.