Harry Potter: Harry Potter And The Spellbook Of Desires Part 39 - Calendar Completed

Fred and George Weasley had not studied once for the final year sixth year exams. Since starting their adult line of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the twins had been too cooped up with making potions, having sex and earning loads of gold. Their latest financial windfall was the Girls of Hogwarts School Calendar, in which they had already sunk several hundred Galleons on seducing the prettiest of the prettiest into taking off their clothes, prancing around naked, fucking them and letting go any inhibition they once had regarding sex. Fleur Delacour, Hermione Granger and even their own sister had been the twins' latest conquests, succumbing to blackmail, bribes and a desire to be the biggest slut possible. Months of planning and pockets full of gold had all led up to the final stages of the calendar; all they needed was one more prime candidate and they knew exactly who they wanted.

"Fred and George Weasley... Both of you will stay after class for detention! NO EXCUSES!" shouted an angry and distressed Minerva McGonagall in front of the entire sixth year Transfiguration class on the Wednesday morning two days after the twins' last photo shoot with Fleur, Hermione and Ginny. Fred and George had been whispering at the back of the class for the entire lesson, not caring one bit about how angry Professor McGonagall was getting at their lack of interest in the revision lesson she was giving to the rest of the class. Apparently, Fred and George Weasley didn't care one bit about their exams, their future at Hogwarts or their careers after school. In truth however, Fred and George were far more concerned with their latest conquests; George was regaling his brother with the tale of how he fucked Fleur Delacour's sweet French ass while Fred reciprocated with his even stickier story of how he was fortunate enough to plug Hermione's sweet snatch and fill it to the brim with his hot sticky cum.

"Yah Yah Yah!" Fred replied, lifting up his hand in dismissal, almost as if he was egging on the strict and outrageously angry McGonagall.

"Ooooooh!" the entire classroom cooed; in awe at how rude he was for defying such a strict professor like McGonagall.

"Out... Everyone... You two stay put!" Professor McGonagall commanded with an air of authority that sent every single student but the two Weasley twins scrambling for the exits. "What in the hell do you two think you're doing!" she shouted, waving her arms in the air threateningly.

"Oh... All that... We were being rude just to get you alone..." George replied calmly, with a smile on his face as he pulled out a suspicious looking little vial.

"What... What do you mean, all alone?" McGonagall replied, looking both a little curious and a little afraid at what he meant. In reality, Fred and George had staged their entire performance that day to lure McGonagall into separating them from the rest of the class. In this way, they could be all alone for as long as they needed and nobody would ask questions about their or McGonagall's whereabouts for over an hour. The twins' brilliant plan was to have their final photo shoot with a woman that would make their calendar the most memorable, exclusive and highly profitable calendar of all time. McGonagall was by no means a babe like Hermione Granger or Fleur Delacour, but the fact that she would be a part of the calendar lent both credibility and distinction to a calendar otherwise filled with a bunch of teens seeking a quick thrill and an easy paycheck.

"Do it George!" Fred said all of a sudden. George lifted up the vial he had in his hands and sprayed the perfume-like liquid right into McGonagall's face. The twins had opted to use their special concoction known as "Essence of Love" on the unsuspecting professor in order to bend the strict tight ass teacher into being their little love slave. They knew their usual methods of either buying off, blackmailing, or bribing would never work on such a tight assed individual such as McGonagall and therefore opted for a far more subtle and sneaky way to get her take part in their little calendar.

The description of the potion had read:

A wonderful and fragrant concoction for the love a young man's life. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes is proud to present a potent and intoxicating perfume, able to create an immediate and powerful attraction between two people. Simply drop a single hair into the perfume before spraying it on the girl of your dreams. The reaction will be immediate and sexually bond the wearer to the giver for several long lustful hours! Warning! One spray will intoxicate the wearer and sexually stimulate them for hours and hours! There is no antidote to the perfume until its effects wear off!

"What is..." McGonagall started, before her eyes glazed over and her will became putty in the twins' capable hands. McGonagall immediately leaned in over Fred's desktop to kiss him. Fred was taken off guard but he knew the power of the perfume they had created caused those who wore it to become obsessively attracted to whoever placed a hair in the perfume. Because both Fred and George had identical DNA, McGonagall would be attracted to both of the twins, not just one.

"Deal with this slut while I set up the camera" George laughed as he got up from the desk and ran over to his schoolbag to find the camera he had left in it. Fred couldn't make a witty response because McGonagall was already on top of his desk, making out with him and trying to undress him at the same time.

While Fred and George prepared themselves to finally finish their glorious calendar, Hermione Granger was studying hard in the small library aboard the dank and dark Durmstrang school ship. Her efforts to research the mysterious Spellbook of Desires in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library had all met with sticky failure and frankly, she was a little tired of being mysteriously assaulted and filled to the brim with hot cum before all her hard work inexplicably disappeared. She also knew however, that the best way to research an obviously dark and powerful object like the Spellbook of Desires was to look up references for it in a library which embraces the Dark Arts like Durmstrang obviously did. Victor had let her onto the ship and into the library for a relatively small price. All she had to do was to give him a quick blowjob and he had become putty in her hands. The small library available to her was not very expansive but after several hours of reading, Hermione had finally struck gold with a very old looking volume of A History of Salazar Slytherin. In it, Hermione found several references to the fable book known as the Spellbook of Desires and its close association to both Salazar Slytherin and all those who have embraced his legacy and teachings since his death.

The Spellbook of Desires contains some of the most powerful sexual curses and spells in existence. The book's true power however; lies not with the spells within it but the even more powerful enchantment which surrounds the tome itself. Beware, prolonged exposure to the book in the near vicinity or surrounding area at large has adverse effects on the sexual inhibitions of those individuals who come into contact with the book or the spells contained within. Although little is known about its true purpose or those spells and potions contained within its pages, it is alleged to be both indestructible and extremely hazardous to whoever tries to destroy it.

"At least that's more than I knew... but it's still fucking weak!" Hermione groaned, closing her eyes in frustration and exhaustion. She had been reading through tome after tome of complicated dark magic throughout the entire night and into the morning. Because Hermione had no classes until after lunch, she had been able to study through the entire Tuesday night and into the early hours of Wednesday morning. So tired was Hermione, as soon as she closed her eyes, drowsiness overcame her and she drifted off to sleep without even knowing it.

While Hermione drifted off to sleep, Professor McGonagall had fallen completely under the control of Fred and George's magical perfume. She had already managed to strip Fred out of his clothes and was sucking on his hard prick before George could even retrieve the camera and set it up to take some great pictures.

"FUCK ME! She's really good at this... She must have been quite the slut in her youth!" Fred groaned in pleasure as George disrobed and got behind McGonagall to undress her. She was still on the desk, leaning over it to suck on Fred's saliva-covered cock.

"Holy Shit... She's got quite the nice body for an old lady" George exclaimed in disbelief as he pulled off her skirt and granny panties to get a look at a very toned but plump elderly ass. There wasn't one bit of sag or any wrinkles that he could see and although George couldn't believe his eyes, a simple groping with his curious hands told him that her ass was in fact, just as amazing as it looked.

"Let's see those big old titties" Fred moaned as McGonagall continued to suck on his knob. "Shit... these aren't bad either" he continued, ripping off her top and bra to reveal a set of fairly firm breasts which although were nowhere as big as Fred thought they were, had a timeless and beautiful quality about them.

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