Spread Your Wings (chapter 14)
The first week back, Harry found himself wandering around the school in a trance like state, all to the merry tune of Hermione, telling him he has to go and see Snape and if he doesn’t go and see Snape, she would. Which made no sense really, but he didn’t dwell on it too long.
Harry barely managed to get his school work done, it took all of his effort to focus long enough to get down a barely acceptable essay for each class. Hermione was horrified when he started receiving trolls for his homework, apart from those he’d gotten from Snape, those were considered par for the course by now.
Even in potions, there didn’t seem to be anyway for Harry to get relief. They were working on their group project, inventing an improvement on an established potion. Therefore, there was no interaction from the teacher. Most of the time, they weren’t even in the same room as him, as they had been allowed to spread out across two classrooms. Whichever they went in, Snape would be found in the other. Whenever Harry did get a glance, he felt torn between falling to his knees to beg for forgiveness for being such a bad mate and running as fast as he could, in which direction his feet would move, he wasn’t sure.
The first weekend back, Ginny came sniffing and coughing at the trio from where they were ensconced in the library.
“Duys” she got out thickly, in way of greeting
“Eurgh, Gin you look gross” her brother offered in sympathy
“Oh, Ron” Hermione scalded “but he’s right, you don’t look so great, what’s wrong?”
“Dubid MnOnogall, days I ban’t pay kidditch next week” she huffed and threw herself down in the chair next to Harry
“Oh shit, well there goes our seeker. Can’t you just drink a gallon of pepper-up beforehand?” Ron asked
“Dat’s what I ded” Ginny said, throwing her hands up in exasperation
“Erm, am I wrong, but is Harry still reserve seeker?” Hermione asked
“Hmm hrm” Ginny confirmed from her position face down on the table
“That’s probably not a great idea, no offence Harry… Harry?” Hermione asked the gormless other occupant of the table who was currently staring off into space
“Yep, definitely not a good idea” Ron and Hermione intoned at the same time.
On the day in question, the Hufflepuffs and the Gryffindors took to the sky. Harry had been given his gallon of, sylph-modified, pepper-up and was marginally more with it then before. The score was 30 points apiece, rather impressive for the Hufflepuff team, who Slytherin and Ravenclaw were also cheering for, due to Gryffindor being so far in the lead.
Harry was busy doing loop-de-loops across one side of the pitch, he loved flying, if only he could try with his wings out, his wings hurt, and his stomach hurt, so deep inside, he missed his mate, his mate smelled so good, mate, mate, mate, mate…. What was that noise?
The crowd had erupted into excited cheers, the Hufflepuff seeker was speeding up into the air in pursuit of, supposedly, the snitch.
“Harry!” was yelled from the Gryffindor stands, bringing him out of his meanderings, he glanced around in confusion.
“The snitch!” someone yelled, whilst the titters of laughter broke out from the Slytherin stands.
Harry, looked around and spotted the other seeker. He bent low over his broom and shot up to follow him, he was right behind, so close he could grasp their tail twigs, he glanced around the other seeker to track the snitch. There it was, the tiny thing twitched and shot off sideways, Harry saw first and executed a tight twist to follow it, when his eyes raked over the Professor’s box and locked onto the hungry eyes of his mate, mate, mate, need my mate.
There were gasps of horror, then screaming and the loud booming voice of Dumbledore “Arresto Momentum”.
The head of Slytherin was seen, racing his way down the stands and across the quidditch pitch. When he got there, he dropped to his knees by the Sylph’s side, “Harry?” he asked, sounding almost scared, he took up the boy’s hand and stroked his face, causing most in the Slytherin stands to look away in embarrassment.
Ron and Hermione, broke through the gathering crowd then, to join him. Hermione knelt close to his ear
“Professor” she hissed “people are watching, maybe you should go”
He looked at her then and she was mortified to see tears in his eyes, “but Harry?” he asked in confusion and she understood that the whole separation thing was affecting him badly too.
Madam Pomfrey bustled over then.
“Out the way, let me see to him” she crouched down over the prone form, blocking Snape’s sight of Harry’s face, he made to shove her out the way, but Hermione realised and grabbed him, to stop him.
The gathered crowd gasped as they saw Hermione manhandling a professor, no less, professor Snape. At least then, Dumbledore came through to help her with the barmy professor. While Madam Pomfrey levitated the unconscious seeker back to the castle, Dumbledore ushered a bewildered Snape along too, Hermione suspected some form of mind suggestion spell was at work.
Pomfrey, treated Harry for concussion and left him asleep, all the while Snape refused to let go of his hand and was issuing no explanation as to why, other than “but Harry”. Dumbledore gave up, asking him and turned to Ron and Hermione for information.
“Harry’s been avoiding Professor Snape for a while” Hermione explained
“Has something come to pass that has warranted this behaviour from Harry?” Dumbledore offered, wondering if there was some way for him to force Harry to take a different mate, one of his own choosing maybe…. The Weasley’s were always under his thumb, far more predictable than Severus.
“He wouldn’t tell us, but yes, I think something happened over Christmas. And erm” Hermione blushed “mating season is a few months away too. Sasha says they’ll both start acting differently around each other”.
“And the proximity to mating season, would explain Harry’s avoidance?”
“I don’t know sir, sorry”
‘hmm maybe need another researcher’ “No worries my dear, I am sure all will become clear, when Harry wakes up” Dumbledore replied.
The next day found Snape, Harry and Sasha in Dumbledore’s office. When Harry had woken up, it was to find his mate holding his hand and staring at him. Harry had barely spared a thought for his surroundings as he launched himself into his professor’s arms and stayed there. Pomfrey had carried out a rather awkward examination on her patient, around the professor’s arms and declared him fit to leave, but the Headmaster required their presence first.
“This will not do, this will not do at all” Dumbledore admonished “We cannot have you fainting off your broomstick Harry, and these grades are not like you at all my boy”
Harry was just staring back at the headmaster, from his position on Snape’s lap. After spending a good long while with his mate, the world was starting to make more sense again. He vaguely remembered being on a broom, he didn’t remember fainting though but then, how could you? And what was wrong with his grades, he had no idea.
“What we need is a solution, the both of you simply cannot continue on like this, students are starting to get suspicious”
“The solution is very simple though Albus” Dumbledore tried to keep his omni-cheerful expression as the young lilac haired sylph, took his given name without permission, but a hint of irritation flickered across his eyes.
“Excellent, Sasha. I am, once again, very grateful to have you around. Please do tell, what is it that we must do?”
“Harry is showing pining sickness, he needs to be claimed by his mate” the young girl beamed, ignoring the grimacing look from the headmaster
“Ah, but alas, that cannot be. In my school, I will not condone the fraternizing, on such an intimate level, between teacher and pupil it is simply unconscionable. There must be another solution, Severus? Harry? Do you have any feelings on the matter?”
Neither man seemed to realised they were being addressed, Harry was in bliss at being with his mate again, and Snape was fighting an internal battle with himself. Ever since the broom incident, he couldn’t bring himself to leave Harry’s side. He knew he looked ridiculous and had probably made a fool out of himself in front of the students and the faculty but until he was sure his mate was okay, he was not letting the boy go.
“Boys?” Dumbledore asked again, bristling at the unaccustomed rudeness
“Headmaster, you asked a question?” Severus asked, not really looking his way.
“We need to find a way to prevent any further incidents, such as yesterday’s. Do you think you could offer up a suggestion Severus?”
Snape turned to the purple bimbo, “Perhaps you can offer a suggestion, I do not see why else you would be of use here”
Sasha turned pink at the dominant tone of the mate, “You need to complete the claiming. Harry is pining for you” she sighed, dramatically. Boy, she could not wait to come of age.
Snape thought that he should be feeling nauseous at the suggestion, but for some reason he felt right, she had spoken the truth, he needed to claim his mate. 'Dumbledore will not like this one', he thought smugly.
Dumbledore sighed, he hated going around in circles to get his way, but he would be getting his way, he would make certain.
“Yes but, alas, as has already been decided. The mating cannot be consummated, between the two of you, while Harry remains a student here. It would be completely amoral to condone such an act”
“Of course, not headmaster” ‘Cos’ morality is not just an elastic cord for you’ Snape added. But he did not want to argue and lead the headmaster to think he wanted to consummate the mating, cos’ he didn’t he definitely didn’t.
“But Harry will get ill, he needs your touch and when mating season arrives, he could die” Sasha panicked, what was wrong with these humans? Mating was a beautiful thing, couldn’t they see?
Dumbledore rubbed his tired brow, ‘around and around and….’ “what would be the manifestation of symptoms should the mating not be completed? I have not read of a case, where a fatality has occurred”
“Well no, that would only happen if the sylph was restrained, otherwise it is just incredibly painful”
Dumbledore raised an impatient eyebrow “Painful?”
“Yes, the need for release, the need to join with your mate and share that release, it drives a sylph and their mate mad”
Dumbledore’s mind ticked over “If restrained the sylph could die, you say?” Dumbledore asked, knowing the answer now, just needing the lilac sylph to be led to it.
“Yes, they couldn’t help themselves, if restrained”
“So, release can be found without the mate?”
Sasha looked horrified by the thought, who would do that? Separate a sylph and their mate, that’s barbaric “Yes, but it would be horrific for sylph and mate to be separated, they crave each other”
“Horrific but not fatal?”
Sasha nodded her head but didn’t speak anymore, this man was a monster.
“Well that gives us our answer, my boy”
Snape blinked up, too lost in Harry to have paid attention to most of that “We do?”
“Why yes Severus, we have agreed upon a compromise. You will go back to your evenings of handholding, whilst chaperoned, perhaps young Sasha can volunteer?”
Sasha beamed, “oh yes” a plan forming in her mind.
“Then to take care of any extra, side-effects of the pairing. I believe when the time comes, the problem can be taken care of individually”
Snape gave the headmaster a blank stare, “individually?” ‘We can hardly handhold individually, not that that’s what we need’ Snape thought back to the near constant state of arousal he found himself in, when around Harry…. ‘oh, individually. Fuck!’ The headmaster was ordering them to wank more, 'this man know no bounds', he thought bitterly.
“ahem” he cleared his throat in embarrassment “I see headmaster, of course. I will take your suggestions on board. Perhaps I should be going now” Snape thought, as he felt his cock nearly busting a hole in the front of his robes, now that his attention had been brought to it.
“And Harry, are we in agreement?” the headmaster addressed his pupil. Harry started at the sound of his name, he had been lost in pleasure at the feel of something, large, hard and twitching against his bum.
“Er, yes, I agree sir” he hedged, he was probably just agreeing not to fall of his broom again or do better homework.
Reluctantly, Snape left Harry at the bottom of the stairs, after an awkward period of staring at each other and not exchanging any words.
Sasha tugged on his arm and he found himself in the girl’s toilets “Harry, you do realise what you just agreed to, yes?”
“Erm well, no not really. Can’t be that bad though, right?”
“Well no, and I have no intention of letting that be your only form of release, I can be a very unobservant chaperone” she winked and Harry got even more confused.
“Wait, what did I agree to?”
“The headmaster has advised you, to masturbate, rather than seek pleasure from your mate”
Harry’s face fell, he hadn’t managed to make himself come in forever, he was pretty sure his balls had broken, they’d kind of shrunk and he’d embarrassingly lost all his pubic hair.
At his expression, Sasha rushed to reassure him, “but that’s okay, I agreed to chaperone and by chaperone, I mean, bugger off so your mate can do some buggering of his own” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Hey, cheer up. That wrinkle bag, can’t stop you getting pleasure. Even if he doesn’t understand a sylph’s needs. I do, I’ll get you the time with your mate”
“It’s not that Sash. Dumbledore’s not stopping me getting pleasure, I am” he admitted, whilst blushing. Looking at Sasha, without her wings on, she looked too like a young teenage girl to be having this conversation, he had to remind himself she was not human and she lived and breathed all this sex stuff.
“What do you mean? You mean you don’t want to get pleasure from your mate?”
Harry sighed, he hadn’t even figured that bit out yet, he was more worried about being able to give himself pleasure than what he wanted from Snape, although that erection he’d felt earlier had given him some very promising tingles.
“Is it… normal, for male sylphs, erm to not be able to… you know, get off?”
“Oh, Harry. Is that your problem? That must ache something awful. Tell me what you’re doing and I’ll see if I can help. It might be that it’s not big enough, you need quite a stretch for a man I think”
“Not big enough? Yeah, that might be it, I think my erm.. equipment might have shrunk a bit”
“Your equipment? Great Circe no, that’s not what I mean, that’s normal, I mean it’s just there for extra pleasure and aesthetics, no need to be like a big ol’ mate’s cock is it? I meant the toy you’re using, it should be quite big or you’re not going to achieve orgasm”
“Toy?” Harry was struck dumb, what toy? It was just his cock and his hand they were talking about.
“Harry, don’t tell me you’ve not been using a toy? You’ve not had a release since your transformation? This is bad, you could be very ill”
“I am ill, Sash. But how can a toy help with that?”
Sash reached forward and stroked his arm gently “I’d have assumed you’d figured it out when you changed and you must have realised how sensitive you were back there, before the change”
“Figured what out? Back where?” this conversation was giving Harry a headache.
“Here” Sasha rooted around in her bag and pulled out what Harry would describe as a blue, plastic penis and a foil sachet of something.
“Er Sash, what the fuck?”
“Well this is a female toy, so it won’t do for you like this. But you can do a transfiguration, no?”
‘A female one, a female penis, what the hell was she on about?’ “What do you mean, it’s a female one?”
“It’s too small for a male’s cavity, it would probably help you come, but, like I said, a male needs more… fullness to achieve orgasm”
The words floated around Harry’s brain, slowly being filtered and processed.
“So to come, I need to put that, in my…. Up my… inside my in my… self?” Harry stammered.
“Yes of course. You are a sylph, you have a natural need for penetration. I can’t believe you’ve gone this long without, you must get awful cramping in your bowels”
Harry blushed, harder, cos’ yes he sure did.
“So that, thing will help?”
“You will never have felt such pleasure, I promise. But you need to make it thicker and maybe a bit longer, I’ll tell you when to stop”
She put the thing on the counter, by the sinks, and Harry pulled his wand out, glancing at her for permission, he slowly transfigured the thing to grow an inch taller and probably an inch more around, he looked at her again to see if it was enough.
“For now, maybe it will do” she giggled a bit “but you will want more soon, believe me. A male sylph’s mate will grow to be at least double that thickness and so much more in length” she crooned.
Harry balked in horror and a tiny bit of delight, that would be huge.
Harry barely managed to get his school work done, it took all of his effort to focus long enough to get down a barely acceptable essay for each class. Hermione was horrified when he started receiving trolls for his homework, apart from those he’d gotten from Snape, those were considered par for the course by now.
Even in potions, there didn’t seem to be anyway for Harry to get relief. They were working on their group project, inventing an improvement on an established potion. Therefore, there was no interaction from the teacher. Most of the time, they weren’t even in the same room as him, as they had been allowed to spread out across two classrooms. Whichever they went in, Snape would be found in the other. Whenever Harry did get a glance, he felt torn between falling to his knees to beg for forgiveness for being such a bad mate and running as fast as he could, in which direction his feet would move, he wasn’t sure.
The first weekend back, Ginny came sniffing and coughing at the trio from where they were ensconced in the library.
“Duys” she got out thickly, in way of greeting
“Eurgh, Gin you look gross” her brother offered in sympathy
“Oh, Ron” Hermione scalded “but he’s right, you don’t look so great, what’s wrong?”
“Dubid MnOnogall, days I ban’t pay kidditch next week” she huffed and threw herself down in the chair next to Harry
“Oh shit, well there goes our seeker. Can’t you just drink a gallon of pepper-up beforehand?” Ron asked
“Dat’s what I ded” Ginny said, throwing her hands up in exasperation
“Erm, am I wrong, but is Harry still reserve seeker?” Hermione asked
“Hmm hrm” Ginny confirmed from her position face down on the table
“That’s probably not a great idea, no offence Harry… Harry?” Hermione asked the gormless other occupant of the table who was currently staring off into space
“Yep, definitely not a good idea” Ron and Hermione intoned at the same time.
On the day in question, the Hufflepuffs and the Gryffindors took to the sky. Harry had been given his gallon of, sylph-modified, pepper-up and was marginally more with it then before. The score was 30 points apiece, rather impressive for the Hufflepuff team, who Slytherin and Ravenclaw were also cheering for, due to Gryffindor being so far in the lead.
Harry was busy doing loop-de-loops across one side of the pitch, he loved flying, if only he could try with his wings out, his wings hurt, and his stomach hurt, so deep inside, he missed his mate, his mate smelled so good, mate, mate, mate, mate…. What was that noise?
The crowd had erupted into excited cheers, the Hufflepuff seeker was speeding up into the air in pursuit of, supposedly, the snitch.
“Harry!” was yelled from the Gryffindor stands, bringing him out of his meanderings, he glanced around in confusion.
“The snitch!” someone yelled, whilst the titters of laughter broke out from the Slytherin stands.
Harry, looked around and spotted the other seeker. He bent low over his broom and shot up to follow him, he was right behind, so close he could grasp their tail twigs, he glanced around the other seeker to track the snitch. There it was, the tiny thing twitched and shot off sideways, Harry saw first and executed a tight twist to follow it, when his eyes raked over the Professor’s box and locked onto the hungry eyes of his mate, mate, mate, need my mate.
There were gasps of horror, then screaming and the loud booming voice of Dumbledore “Arresto Momentum”.
The head of Slytherin was seen, racing his way down the stands and across the quidditch pitch. When he got there, he dropped to his knees by the Sylph’s side, “Harry?” he asked, sounding almost scared, he took up the boy’s hand and stroked his face, causing most in the Slytherin stands to look away in embarrassment.
Ron and Hermione, broke through the gathering crowd then, to join him. Hermione knelt close to his ear
“Professor” she hissed “people are watching, maybe you should go”
He looked at her then and she was mortified to see tears in his eyes, “but Harry?” he asked in confusion and she understood that the whole separation thing was affecting him badly too.
Madam Pomfrey bustled over then.
“Out the way, let me see to him” she crouched down over the prone form, blocking Snape’s sight of Harry’s face, he made to shove her out the way, but Hermione realised and grabbed him, to stop him.
The gathered crowd gasped as they saw Hermione manhandling a professor, no less, professor Snape. At least then, Dumbledore came through to help her with the barmy professor. While Madam Pomfrey levitated the unconscious seeker back to the castle, Dumbledore ushered a bewildered Snape along too, Hermione suspected some form of mind suggestion spell was at work.
Pomfrey, treated Harry for concussion and left him asleep, all the while Snape refused to let go of his hand and was issuing no explanation as to why, other than “but Harry”. Dumbledore gave up, asking him and turned to Ron and Hermione for information.
“Harry’s been avoiding Professor Snape for a while” Hermione explained
“Has something come to pass that has warranted this behaviour from Harry?” Dumbledore offered, wondering if there was some way for him to force Harry to take a different mate, one of his own choosing maybe…. The Weasley’s were always under his thumb, far more predictable than Severus.
“He wouldn’t tell us, but yes, I think something happened over Christmas. And erm” Hermione blushed “mating season is a few months away too. Sasha says they’ll both start acting differently around each other”.
“And the proximity to mating season, would explain Harry’s avoidance?”
“I don’t know sir, sorry”
‘hmm maybe need another researcher’ “No worries my dear, I am sure all will become clear, when Harry wakes up” Dumbledore replied.
The next day found Snape, Harry and Sasha in Dumbledore’s office. When Harry had woken up, it was to find his mate holding his hand and staring at him. Harry had barely spared a thought for his surroundings as he launched himself into his professor’s arms and stayed there. Pomfrey had carried out a rather awkward examination on her patient, around the professor’s arms and declared him fit to leave, but the Headmaster required their presence first.
“This will not do, this will not do at all” Dumbledore admonished “We cannot have you fainting off your broomstick Harry, and these grades are not like you at all my boy”
Harry was just staring back at the headmaster, from his position on Snape’s lap. After spending a good long while with his mate, the world was starting to make more sense again. He vaguely remembered being on a broom, he didn’t remember fainting though but then, how could you? And what was wrong with his grades, he had no idea.
“What we need is a solution, the both of you simply cannot continue on like this, students are starting to get suspicious”
“The solution is very simple though Albus” Dumbledore tried to keep his omni-cheerful expression as the young lilac haired sylph, took his given name without permission, but a hint of irritation flickered across his eyes.
“Excellent, Sasha. I am, once again, very grateful to have you around. Please do tell, what is it that we must do?”
“Harry is showing pining sickness, he needs to be claimed by his mate” the young girl beamed, ignoring the grimacing look from the headmaster
“Ah, but alas, that cannot be. In my school, I will not condone the fraternizing, on such an intimate level, between teacher and pupil it is simply unconscionable. There must be another solution, Severus? Harry? Do you have any feelings on the matter?”
Neither man seemed to realised they were being addressed, Harry was in bliss at being with his mate again, and Snape was fighting an internal battle with himself. Ever since the broom incident, he couldn’t bring himself to leave Harry’s side. He knew he looked ridiculous and had probably made a fool out of himself in front of the students and the faculty but until he was sure his mate was okay, he was not letting the boy go.
“Boys?” Dumbledore asked again, bristling at the unaccustomed rudeness
“Headmaster, you asked a question?” Severus asked, not really looking his way.
“We need to find a way to prevent any further incidents, such as yesterday’s. Do you think you could offer up a suggestion Severus?”
Snape turned to the purple bimbo, “Perhaps you can offer a suggestion, I do not see why else you would be of use here”
Sasha turned pink at the dominant tone of the mate, “You need to complete the claiming. Harry is pining for you” she sighed, dramatically. Boy, she could not wait to come of age.
Snape thought that he should be feeling nauseous at the suggestion, but for some reason he felt right, she had spoken the truth, he needed to claim his mate. 'Dumbledore will not like this one', he thought smugly.
Dumbledore sighed, he hated going around in circles to get his way, but he would be getting his way, he would make certain.
“Yes but, alas, as has already been decided. The mating cannot be consummated, between the two of you, while Harry remains a student here. It would be completely amoral to condone such an act”
“Of course, not headmaster” ‘Cos’ morality is not just an elastic cord for you’ Snape added. But he did not want to argue and lead the headmaster to think he wanted to consummate the mating, cos’ he didn’t he definitely didn’t.
“But Harry will get ill, he needs your touch and when mating season arrives, he could die” Sasha panicked, what was wrong with these humans? Mating was a beautiful thing, couldn’t they see?
Dumbledore rubbed his tired brow, ‘around and around and….’ “what would be the manifestation of symptoms should the mating not be completed? I have not read of a case, where a fatality has occurred”
“Well no, that would only happen if the sylph was restrained, otherwise it is just incredibly painful”
Dumbledore raised an impatient eyebrow “Painful?”
“Yes, the need for release, the need to join with your mate and share that release, it drives a sylph and their mate mad”
Dumbledore’s mind ticked over “If restrained the sylph could die, you say?” Dumbledore asked, knowing the answer now, just needing the lilac sylph to be led to it.
“Yes, they couldn’t help themselves, if restrained”
“So, release can be found without the mate?”
Sasha looked horrified by the thought, who would do that? Separate a sylph and their mate, that’s barbaric “Yes, but it would be horrific for sylph and mate to be separated, they crave each other”
“Horrific but not fatal?”
Sasha nodded her head but didn’t speak anymore, this man was a monster.
“Well that gives us our answer, my boy”
Snape blinked up, too lost in Harry to have paid attention to most of that “We do?”
“Why yes Severus, we have agreed upon a compromise. You will go back to your evenings of handholding, whilst chaperoned, perhaps young Sasha can volunteer?”
Sasha beamed, “oh yes” a plan forming in her mind.
“Then to take care of any extra, side-effects of the pairing. I believe when the time comes, the problem can be taken care of individually”
Snape gave the headmaster a blank stare, “individually?” ‘We can hardly handhold individually, not that that’s what we need’ Snape thought back to the near constant state of arousal he found himself in, when around Harry…. ‘oh, individually. Fuck!’ The headmaster was ordering them to wank more, 'this man know no bounds', he thought bitterly.
“ahem” he cleared his throat in embarrassment “I see headmaster, of course. I will take your suggestions on board. Perhaps I should be going now” Snape thought, as he felt his cock nearly busting a hole in the front of his robes, now that his attention had been brought to it.
“And Harry, are we in agreement?” the headmaster addressed his pupil. Harry started at the sound of his name, he had been lost in pleasure at the feel of something, large, hard and twitching against his bum.
“Er, yes, I agree sir” he hedged, he was probably just agreeing not to fall of his broom again or do better homework.
Reluctantly, Snape left Harry at the bottom of the stairs, after an awkward period of staring at each other and not exchanging any words.
Sasha tugged on his arm and he found himself in the girl’s toilets “Harry, you do realise what you just agreed to, yes?”
“Erm well, no not really. Can’t be that bad though, right?”
“Well no, and I have no intention of letting that be your only form of release, I can be a very unobservant chaperone” she winked and Harry got even more confused.
“Wait, what did I agree to?”
“The headmaster has advised you, to masturbate, rather than seek pleasure from your mate”
Harry’s face fell, he hadn’t managed to make himself come in forever, he was pretty sure his balls had broken, they’d kind of shrunk and he’d embarrassingly lost all his pubic hair.
At his expression, Sasha rushed to reassure him, “but that’s okay, I agreed to chaperone and by chaperone, I mean, bugger off so your mate can do some buggering of his own” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Hey, cheer up. That wrinkle bag, can’t stop you getting pleasure. Even if he doesn’t understand a sylph’s needs. I do, I’ll get you the time with your mate”
“It’s not that Sash. Dumbledore’s not stopping me getting pleasure, I am” he admitted, whilst blushing. Looking at Sasha, without her wings on, she looked too like a young teenage girl to be having this conversation, he had to remind himself she was not human and she lived and breathed all this sex stuff.
“What do you mean? You mean you don’t want to get pleasure from your mate?”
Harry sighed, he hadn’t even figured that bit out yet, he was more worried about being able to give himself pleasure than what he wanted from Snape, although that erection he’d felt earlier had given him some very promising tingles.
“Is it… normal, for male sylphs, erm to not be able to… you know, get off?”
“Oh, Harry. Is that your problem? That must ache something awful. Tell me what you’re doing and I’ll see if I can help. It might be that it’s not big enough, you need quite a stretch for a man I think”
“Not big enough? Yeah, that might be it, I think my erm.. equipment might have shrunk a bit”
“Your equipment? Great Circe no, that’s not what I mean, that’s normal, I mean it’s just there for extra pleasure and aesthetics, no need to be like a big ol’ mate’s cock is it? I meant the toy you’re using, it should be quite big or you’re not going to achieve orgasm”
“Toy?” Harry was struck dumb, what toy? It was just his cock and his hand they were talking about.
“Harry, don’t tell me you’ve not been using a toy? You’ve not had a release since your transformation? This is bad, you could be very ill”
“I am ill, Sash. But how can a toy help with that?”
Sash reached forward and stroked his arm gently “I’d have assumed you’d figured it out when you changed and you must have realised how sensitive you were back there, before the change”
“Figured what out? Back where?” this conversation was giving Harry a headache.
“Here” Sasha rooted around in her bag and pulled out what Harry would describe as a blue, plastic penis and a foil sachet of something.
“Er Sash, what the fuck?”
“Well this is a female toy, so it won’t do for you like this. But you can do a transfiguration, no?”
‘A female one, a female penis, what the hell was she on about?’ “What do you mean, it’s a female one?”
“It’s too small for a male’s cavity, it would probably help you come, but, like I said, a male needs more… fullness to achieve orgasm”
The words floated around Harry’s brain, slowly being filtered and processed.
“So to come, I need to put that, in my…. Up my… inside my in my… self?” Harry stammered.
“Yes of course. You are a sylph, you have a natural need for penetration. I can’t believe you’ve gone this long without, you must get awful cramping in your bowels”
Harry blushed, harder, cos’ yes he sure did.
“So that, thing will help?”
“You will never have felt such pleasure, I promise. But you need to make it thicker and maybe a bit longer, I’ll tell you when to stop”
She put the thing on the counter, by the sinks, and Harry pulled his wand out, glancing at her for permission, he slowly transfigured the thing to grow an inch taller and probably an inch more around, he looked at her again to see if it was enough.
“For now, maybe it will do” she giggled a bit “but you will want more soon, believe me. A male sylph’s mate will grow to be at least double that thickness and so much more in length” she crooned.
Harry balked in horror and a tiny bit of delight, that would be huge.