A Mouse in Harr(iet) Potter 3

Harriet stripped down, before hopping up onto the bed. Laying back, legs spread, a nervous, yet eager expression on her face as she reached down and pulled her pussy open, “Come on, Pad. This is what you want, isn’t it?”

It was, but damn the instincts that came with this fluffy body. I could tell that she was scared, not of me doing anything to hurt her, but of me leaving if she didn’t let me have my way with her. I didn’t want that, I didn’t want her only putting up with my advances because she thought the alternative was me leaving. Which meant no eating her out and instead just cuddling. Still nice, even when I was a human and snuggling wasn’t a million times better. So, I hopped up on the bed after her, and ignored her very appealing lower lips and started to lick her face. Harriet started to giggle uncontrollably and brought her hands up to try to ward me off.

“PAD!” she laugh-cried as I followed her, her laughter filling the room. After a minute, I stopped, and instead lay over her, letting her catch her breath while covered by my warm body and fur.

The setting sunlight through the window lit the room in warm red and oranges, something I enjoyed as Harriet buried her face and fingers into my fur. I could feel her breathing in my scent as her fingers reached up and scratched behind my ear, her nails sending waves of pleasure straight to my brain, making my eyes start rolling up into my skull. Even if it takes forever to get around to fucking her, this is a more than acceptable substitute.

We stayed like that for the rest of the night, her sleeping and myself as her big fluffy comforter/heated blanket. Dogs really do have it better than people, no concerns, no worries, just affection, love, and lots of scratches behind the ear. In the morning, after I sensed Harriet starting to wake up, I stood up and stretched, feeling my back let out a series of very satisfying pops.

“Morning Pad,” Harriet groaned with a yawn as she stretched.

This time, I was in an appropriate mood. Turning around, I leaned my head down and gave her tight slit a light lick. She jolted in surprise, before leaning back and enjoying the treatment I was lavishing on her.

It was just after she shuddered in orgasm and I was about to hop off the bed that she surprised me. Her hand grabbed my leg, something in her grip telling me to wait as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. Looking back at her as she caught her breath, Harriet met my gaze with smokey, lidded eyes.

“What’s the rush Pad?” she asked, doing her best to sound sexy.

Her hand loosened its grip on my leg, sliding up the inside to cup and fondle my balls. I was surprised, but not opposed, as she coaxed my dick out of its sheath. Leaning up, Harriet brought her tongue out and gave my rapidly growing cock a lick, before taking it into her mouth. Her warm, wet lips closed around my length, moving back and forth as she began to suckle on the red flesh before her.

I did my best to stand still, I didn’t want to hurt her after all. But let me tell you, having a young, petite Chosen One sucking your cock doesn’t make standing still a simple prospect. Combined with the fact that even without taking the whole isekai thing into account it had been a very long time, I wasn’t going to last long.

As her dainty fingers explored around my swelling knot, her mouth slid back and her tongue flicked along my tip. Which was the final straw for me, and I flooded her mouth with cum, my balls contracting as they pumped burst after burst of cum into her tiny mouth. Maybe in the future she’ll be able to drink it down, but for now her eyes widened and she coughed and sputtered, sliding back and resulting in the last few jets covering her face and hair.

“Damn, Pad. You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” she asked, using her fingers to wipe away the cum on her face.

I gave a happy bark, before licking her cheek and making her giggle. Harriet cleaned herself up and gave me some more scratches behind my ears, and we headed down stairs to breakfast. I have no clue if the Leaky Cauldron uses house elves, but just in cast I made sure there was a window left open so the room could air out and not smell suspiciously like sex.

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Roughly a month later and we were at King’s Cross Station, Harriet holding onto a leash attached to me (much as I disliked it, appearance had to be maintained) and myself pulling along her trunk and school supplies like I was a sled dog. Tom was kind enough to do what Hagrid had forgotten, and told Harriet how to get onto Platform 9 ¾, and also said that if she forgot, there was a different family each year that stayed out until the end to make sure that any muggleborns didn’t miss the train by not having been told.

That at least explained why the Weasley matriarch had seemingly forgotten the train number in the books. Soon enough, we were at the barrier, and I could smell the magic permeating it. After spending a month in a magic rich environment, I was able to get a basic feel for what the deal of the magic was. So, with an excited woof, I raced towards the barrier, Harriet running after me, and passed through.

There, in scarlet glory, was the Hogwarts Express. My tongue lolled out the side of my mouth and my tail started wagging, just as Harriet came through and stopped behind me.

“Wow,” was all she could say, before we made our way to the train and climbed aboard.

There was still an hour before the train was due to leave, so we had our pick of compartments. We chose one near the back and I immediately sprawled out on one of the seats, filling up nearly the entire space of it. Harriet sat where I didn’t cover and (as was right and proper) I stuck my head on her lap. Her fingers swiftly found my ears and I gave a lazy, happy sigh. All those other isekai yahoos can seek unlimited powah, this? This is the life.

Time passed in a content, ear scratching haze. I felt the train start to move, and not too long after that, there was a knock on the side of the entrance. I opened one eye to see a gangly ginger girl with a pale face and more freckles than unblemished face.

“Do you mind if I stay here? I was sitting with my brothers, and their friend pulled out a tarantula. I really don’t like spiders,” the ginger asked.

“Of course, have a seat,” Harriet said, motioning towards the other side of the compartment.

Ginger sat down, some color coming back to her face. If this went the way I expected, “I’m Rhonda, by the way.”

I tuned out the conversation, just enjoying the feeling of Harriet’s fingers running through my fur. At some point I drifted off, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sound of steel wheels on polished rails and delicate fingers finding hard to reach spots. I’m sure Hermione would show up at some point, though whether she’d be a he or not was up in the air. If not, then I had seven years to break in the Golden Trio along with a few others. This was the best deal I’d ever made.